The earthquake drill thing is such a weird plot device, honestly. Like, who thought "natural disaster simulation" would be the perfect meet-cute scenario? But whatever, it gets you roommates with Riley and that's where things get interesting. This femboy graphic designer has serious emotional baggage - the kind that makes you want to both protect him and corrupt him at the same time. His whole deal about being harassed and discriminated against feels real enough, even if the setup is janky.

Riley's got this vulnerable thing going on that hits different. He's not just some stereotypical uwu softboy - there's actual depth here with his insecurity about his work, his sexuality, his place in the world. The visual novel mechanics are pretty standard fare, nothing groundbreaking, but the writing around his character development surprised me. When he opens up about his past relationships and the shit he's dealt with, it doesn't feel like cheap trauma porn. Though I gotta say, some of the dialogue choices are weirdly specific - like why can I ask him about his skincare routine but not his actual job stress?

The adult content builds naturally instead of just throwing sex scenes at you every five minutes. Riley's sexual awakening feels earned, especially when he starts getting more confident and assertive. The art style works well for what it's trying to do, though I wish there were more clothing options during the... interactive moments. Also, why does every yaoi game have to make such a big deal about who's topping? Like, switches exist, developers. The emotional payoff when Riley finally trusts you enough to be completely vulnerable is genuinely sweet, even if the path there involves some questionable dialogue trees. Could use more variety in the intimate scenes though - feels like they ran out of steam halfway through development.

Ryo’s life is already kind of a mess, and then he gets shipped off to this tiny place called Wimblewick Isle, which sounds like a budget vacation spot but ends up being more like “horny supernatural student exchange program no one told you about.” He arrives expecting boring small-town vibes, maybe some quiet, maybe some time to cry in peace about his Tinder matches, and instead finds out half the “girls” on this island are walking around with curves, soft voices, and a big surprise between their legs that instantly makes your own issues feel… smaller. The game leans into that shock in a really playful way. The first time one of the futa girls casually presses up against him and you realize her bulge is not just the artist messing up the shading, it hits like that moment on Grindr when someone sends a pic before saying hello. Except here, they actually talk to you, tease you, and remember what you did for them yesterday.

It plays like one of those laid-back anime visual novels where you click around a map, poke your nose into places you probably shouldn’t, and stumble into scenes that feel way too intimate for how little work you did. One minute you’re “just helping with some chores” and the next she’s closing the door, saying how grateful she is, and Ryo is backed up to the wall with a very obvious problem tenting her skirt. There’s non-linear progression, so you can wander around, chase the girl you’re into, or just be a total degenerate and push every route at once like a horny completionist. I ended up checking the map like I check Instagram, just circling spots to see who’s free to emotionally ruin me today. Some scenes hit hard in a very embarrassing way: a futa “big sister” type stroking Ryo’s hair while casually jerking herself, talking in that soft “it’s okay, you did your best” tone that somehow makes everything filthier. The femboy energy is there too, but in this flirty, self-aware style that feels like the dev actually hangs out online and didn’t just google “trap anime” in 2012 and stop researching. You do small tasks, build affection, watch numbers go up, and get rewarded with things like getting pinned to a bed and used as a stress relief toy by someone who calls you “cute” while she’s absolutely not being gentle.

The writing is messy in a way that feels kind of real. Characters say dumb stuff, make awkward jokes, flirt badly, then suddenly drop a filthy line that punches straight into your brain and stays there while you’re trying to answer work emails. There’s a girl who looks all prim and polite, then she whips it out with this shy smile and asks if you can “help her relax” because she’s too pent up to focus, and it is ten times hotter than all the super-confident porn queen stuff you see everywhere else. At the same time, the game sometimes forgets its own pacing, so you might go from soft build-up to “ok now you’re swallowing her load” like someone accidentally skipped three scenes, but honestly, that feels a bit like real online dating too. You get side events popping up when you re-visit places, so poking around the island actually matters, and there’s this constant feeling that one wrong or right click could land you in the middle of a futa-on-male scene that would get you banned from at least three apps if you tried to describe it in public. Wimblewick Isle ends up feeling like that weird group chat you swear you’re going to leave but you never do, because every time you think you’re done, someone new pops up, blushes, adjusts her skirt, and asks if you’re free to “hang out” in a way that makes you close all your other tabs just in case.

You start with this half-dead hotel that looks like it smells of cheap cleaner and old sex, and somehow it becomes this weird little universe where every floor has a different flavor of horny drama. It looks like a normal dating sim at first, like “oh yeah, I’ll just talk to the girls, raise some stats, classic stuff”, and then three scenes later you’re holding a trembling elf maid by the hips while she tries to act all proper and obedient and ends up squirting all over the new bedsheets you saved up to buy. And you’re thinking: ok, I just wanted romance, why is there a menu option for nipple clothespins in the housekeeping budget. But you still click it.

The hotel thing works too well. Everyone is under your roof, so you bump into them doing absolutely everything. You go into a hallway thinking you’re just going to check repairs, and you catch one girl “cleaning” a window with her tits pressed against the glass, tongue out, full ahegao, while someone down in the street could totally see her. It counts as voyeur and exhib stuff at the same time and the game doesn’t even wink at you, it just lets it happen, like yeah, this is just Tuesday here. You can be the pure romance guy and still the world keeps trying to corrupt you. There’s a religious girl praying in one scene, acting shy like a virgin, and later you’re there timing her orgasm denial with your phone while she begs for just one more thrust and you’re like, ok, maybe I’m not “pure” anymore. I kept telling myself I’m avoiding the nastier paths, and two minutes later I’m watching a lactation event where I was only trying to give comfort and suddenly there’s warm milk and a helpless girl calling you “master” in this shaky voice. Total accident. Kind of.

What really got me is how your role shifts without a big “you are a trainer now” sign. One moment you’re like a soft-spoken manager who buys cute maid outfits and simple cosplay ears, the next you’re running what is basically a private bdsm spa on the top floor, where you decide who gets the collar and who just gets spanked until their ass is bright red and they can’t sit in the café. Some girls push you around too, it’s not just male dom. There’s a yandere type that goes from clingy to “if you fuck anyone else I’ll break their legs” energy, and she rides you so hard you legit feel like the slave instead of the trainer. Then later the same night another girl kneels down in the lobby and gives you a slow, careful blowjob like it’s a love letter, and you remember why you came here for romance at all. But then there’s some fucked up family route on the side, anal stuff mixed with “we shouldn’t do this” whispers, a footjob in the laundry room, a titfuck in the elevator when the doors keep almost opening, group sex in a suite where everyone’s moaning your name at once, and somewhere in the middle of that mess you’re still checking income stats on your phone and thinking about upgrade costs like an idiot. The hotel keeps growing, the harem keeps getting bigger, some girls get their breasts reduced while others suddenly swell up like a fantasy elf breeding project, and you’re walking around your own building knowing exactly which room has a girl quietly masturbating, which one hides a camera for your voyeur habit, and which bed has fresh cum drying in the sheets because you didn’t even bother with pulling out after that last creampie. It’s romantic in the trashiest way, and trashy in a way that somehow still feels kind of sweet.

You open your eyes in a garden that’s way too pretty for how fucked up you feel. You remember dying… kind of. It’s fuzzy, like that morning after too much vodka when you’re checking your phone and praying you didn’t text your ex. Except now the “ex” is literally your life, and instead of hangover you get a smug angel, a smug demon, and a bunch of confused hot dead people who all like girls, guys, both, neither, or “it’s complicated” in different flavors. They tell you this isn’t Heaven, not Hell, just the Garden hanging out in Limbo, like some cosmic waiting room where everyone’s bisexual or worse. You’re told you can pick your body and gender, like character creation but with the weight of “what the fuck am I actually” behind it. Female, male, futa, trans, something in between, something off to the side. The game doesn’t blink. You can just… exist the way you wish you had when you were alive. That alone hit harder than some porn games ever will, honestly. Then five minutes later you’re flirting with a demon girl who looks like she can ruin your life and you’re fine with it.

What really sticks in my head is how one scene goes from tender to horny to sad so fast it feels wrong, in a good way. You’re sitting under this glowing tree with another lost soul, talking about what you regret from your life. They’re quietly telling you about the first time they realized they liked girls, how they kissed a friend behind a church, shaking and happy and terrified. The garden lights reflect in their eyes, they lean closer, and your choices appear. You can joke it away, you can pull them into this slow, nervous kiss, or you can go full thirsty and grab their hips and push them against the tree. If you go thirsty, the way the writing describes hands sliding over still unfamiliar bodies, the awkward “is this okay” mixed with raw need, feels more real than half the polished porn out there. It’s not just “and then boobs appeared, wow.” It’s messy, people hesitate, someone laughs at the wrong time, it reads like two queer disasters horny in Limbo who never got to be honest when they were alive, so now they’re making up for it in one go. There’s even a moment where they say “I never had sex like this when I was alive” and you can answer “me neither” or pretend you were a huge player. Which is funny, because the game will totally call you out later on that lie.

In between the horny stuff, you’re doing trials, talking to angels that act like burnt-out office workers, demons who act like they run a queer nightclub, and other dead people trying to figure out if Heaven is worth the rules, Hell is worth the chaos, or if Limbo is secretly the best place because nobody really knows what the fuck is happening anyway. Sometimes the tone whiplash gets tiring, like you’ll go from heartfelt talk about dysphoria to a gag about someone’s ass in two lines and it almost kills the mood. There are parts where the pacing drags, especially when a character dumps lore on you about how Eden ended up stuck here and you just wanna go back to worrying if that cute trans boy is into you or only into your “tragic backstory.” But then later, one small choice from an earlier date suddenly changes how a big late scene plays out and you realize oh, okay, it was paying attention the whole time. There are multiple routes and endings, you can flirt with women, men, futas, trans characters, some are soft, some are monsters in a sexy way, some are just emotionally unavailable but so hot you try anyway. It’s not afraid to be horny, but it also doesn’t treat sex like the only reward. Sometimes you get a tender cuddle in the afterlife instead of a full-on scene, and weirdly that feels more intimate. Still, I got annoyed that one character keeps mentioning some specific snack from when they were alive and you never actually see it anywhere. No CG, nothing. That bothered me a lot more than it should have. Anyway, it all feels like a queer afterlife dating mess where you can be a lesbian, a dude, a trans futa, whatever, and still end up kissing under a divine tree while arguing about whether Heaven even deserves you.

You start as this guy who’s basically one bad week away from drinking cheap vodka in a parking lot, then boom, rich-uncle-you-didn’t-know-existed kind of situation. Whole life flips. One day you’re broke, next day you’re walking into this huge house full of people who smile way too much and definitely hide things under those smiles. Not just secrets either. Clothes too.

What I liked first is how the game lets you be a bit of an asshole if you want. You’re not forced to be this nice polite prince. You can be sweet, clingy, cold, horny, dumb, or all of that in same scene if you click wrong. You talk to the girls, pick your lines, and suddenly you’re either getting a shy kiss in the hallway or getting told to fuck off for being too bold. One choice you’re holding her hand on the balcony, next choice she’s on her knees and the game goes from “romantic story” to “ok I need privacy” in three clicks. The scenes are animated, so when she wraps her lips around you it actually moves, it’s not just some static image with text pretending it’s hot. Watching her head bob while her eyes look up at you, that feels way more real than half the “AAA porn” on some sites. And yeah, the classic stuff is here: handjobs in soft light, slow vaginal sex on the bed where she bites her lip and grips the sheets, messy oral in places where you really should close the door but don’t because you’re a moron with a hard-on.

The harem angle sneaks up on you a bit. It starts like a normal dating sim, you think you’re focusing on one girl, being loyal and all that, then someone else appears in a towel, or sits too close, or leans in a bit too far and suddenly you’re doing mental math about who you can fuck without getting caught. You juggle texts on your in-game phone like you juggle DMs on Telegram or WhatsApp in real life, pretending you “fell asleep” when you were actually busy letting another girl ride you slow and deep. The story tries to pretend this is about trust and rebirth and emotions, and sometimes it actually works, like when you’re on the couch just talking, hand on her thigh, clothes still on, music low, and it almost hurts how intimate it feels. Then three clicks later you’re pounding her from behind, watching her ass bounce in a loop and thinking “yeah, this is culture.”

There’s one little thing that annoys me though: sometimes the choices feel big and then nothing huge happens right away, so you’re sitting there thinking “did I fuck up, or is the game just slow-playing me like Tinder matches who leave you on read.” But fine, I still kept clicking, because the payoff when it comes is filthy enough that you forget you were annoyed. Also, whoever decided on those little moan loops during a slow handjob scene is evil in a good way. Watching her fingers wrap around you, her wrist moving, hearing that soft breath every few frames, I got stuck replaying that stupid small scene instead of progressing the story. The romance parts are surprisingly soft at times, like actual feelings, which I didn’t expect in a game where you can have multiple girls orbiting your dick if you play it shameless. One moment you’re promising one girl she’s “the only one that matters,” next moment you’re in the shower with another, her mouth full of you while the water runs down both of you, and the game just quietly lets you dig your own grave. It’s messy, horny, slightly broken in places, but it feels like late-night bad decisions in visual form, and I kinda like that it doesn’t pretend to be anything cleaner.

Eva’s story doesn’t even pretend to be clean. It starts with her pretending - pretending she’s got everything under control, pretending she’s not curious, pretending those late-night messages don’t make her pulse jump. There’s something almost cruel about how the game lets you linger on her hesitation, how it slows time right before she crosses a line she swore she wouldn’t. You can feel her trying to reason with herself - then giving up. I didn’t expect the texting mechanic to be that addictive. You think you’re just choosing dialogue, but no, it’s you pushing her, pulling her, maybe ruining her. The city feels like it’s watching her too, waiting for her to slip up. It’s messy, and kind of hot in that uncomfortable way that makes you want to close the tab - but you don’t. You just keep pushing.

What caught me off guard was how the game doesn’t really reward you for doing the “right” thing. You think she’s safe with one person, and then the next scene just wrecks that illusion. The art style does this thing where it looks soft, almost innocent, and then the next frame just slaps you with something filthy - like contrast is part of the kink. I got annoyed at one point because the UI glitched during a stripping sequence and killed the mood, but then again maybe that’s just me being picky. The sound design though - too real sometimes. There’s one scene in a bathroom that made me mute the laptop because I thought someone would hear. It’s not even that graphic visually, it’s the breathing. The tiny pauses. It’s insane how much tension they packed into that.

Anyway, it’s not a “fun” game in the usual sense. It’s more like being caught reading someone’s private messages and liking it too much. I kept telling myself I’d stop after one more choice, but Eva’s slow slide into her own reflection, the way she starts liking the attention she said she hated - it’s gross, it’s hot, it’s kind of art. I don’t even know if I liked it, which probably means I did.

Flaming Flagon feels like someone mixed Grindr, a horny DnD one-shot and a furry art Twitter feed, then tried to run it on your phone while half drunk. In a good way. You’re this guy who ends up working at a fantasy tavern, and every shift basically turns into “who am I going to flirt with, serve drinks to, or accidentally see naked behind the storeroom door” simulator. The place is full of big anthro dudes in armor, mages with too much chest fur showing, mercs with scars and thicker thighs than my whole body, that kind of vibe. It’s not shy about what it wants: hot guys, muscles, teasing, and scenes where you’re suddenly pressed against a wall by some sweaty adventurer asking if you close the bar early. You’re not just clicking through text like a zombie though, the choices actually poke at your horny little brain. Hold eye contact when the big wolf knight flexes while lifting a keg, or play it cool? Help the shy cat archer clean up after closing, or go “accidentally” check the bath area where the bull barbarian is clearly still washing his gear and definitely not just his gear.

What I really liked is how the lewd stuff kind of sneaks up on you. One moment you’re chatting about orders and who pays their tab, next moment the fox mage is leaning in too close, smelling like booze and magic, asking if you’ve ever tried “channeling energy” with a partner. And yeah, the sex scenes are dirty in a way that feels like they were written by someone who actually masturbates, not a committee. There’s grinding against the bar in the backroom, being pinned over a table while another patron is like two doors away, guys comparing pecs after a fight and it very quickly turning into grabbing and squeezing and “oh, you’re hard already?” type talk. Bodies are big, heavy, and you feel that in the writing: grabbing fur, licking sweat, getting your face stuffed into a chest and not complaining. Sometimes the game softens it with cute flirting and cheesy lines, then next click there’s explicit description of cock, tongue, knot, all that, like whiplash, but the fun kind. On mobile it weirdly works, swiping through while lying in bed, pretending you opened Twitter again when a notification pops up, even though your screen currently shows a dragon guy asking if he can “taste the help.” My only stupid tiny complaint: the game keeps making you carry kegs and trays, and I kept waiting for a scene where someone comments on how your arms get buff from all that work, and they just never do. Total missed fetish opportunity. Anyway, Flaming Flagon is messy, horny, and sometimes I forgot which guy I was flirting with because I was just staring at all that muscle and fur, but that’s honestly part of the charm.

Lena’s voice keeps ringing in my head even after I closed the tab - like an echo that’s not really hers, but mine. She’s drawn to disaster, that much is clear. I kept thinking she’d make a “good” choice, but the game doesn’t reward good. It teases it, then smothers it under sweat and half-whispered apologies. That scene in the cheap motel room (yeah, the one with the red sheets that keep sliding down her thighs) hit weirdly hard. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. Ian’s dialogue there, when he asks if she *feels anything at all* - it’s not written like porn, it’s more like he’s daring her to stop pretending. And then you realize the game’s been daring *you* the same way for the last hour.

There’s a rhythm to the choices, like breathing too fast and then stopping. One moment you’re talking about dreams and gigs and paying rent; next, you’ve got Lena on her knees, warm breath fogging up the screen. The blowjob animation isn’t even the point - it’s how she looks up after, like she’s trying to find meaning in it. I swear that little pause before she wipes her mouth says more about her than any of the branching dialogue trees. But still, there’s something sloppy about the transitions - like it’s all too aware of what it’s supposed to turn you on with. I got annoyed once because the text box covered her chest at the exact wrong time. Then I forgot I was annoyed when she bit her lip and said his name wrong on purpose. Some games talk about corruption; this one feels sticky with it, uncomfortable in a way that makes you stay longer than planned.

By the time the threesome scene rolled around - Lena, the redhead, and Ian with that smug smirk - I’d stopped trying to make moral choices. You just click and watch the mess unfold. It’s romantic and ugly and kind of beautiful in its own broken rhythm. Like you shouldn’t be watching, but you keep doing it anyway because there’s something too human about all that skin and guilt tangled together.

Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?