Game feels like someone threw Stalker, a sex toy shop and a bad breakup into a mixer, then forgot to put the lid on. You play this girl wandering a fucked-up anomaly zone, where everything hums like a cheap fridge about to explode. No choices, no branches, it just drags you along, but in a weird way that works. You’re not “roleplaying” her so much as watching her unravel while you sit there with one hand on the mouse and the other… yeah. One of the first scenes that really stuck with me is when she’s alone in some rusted-out industrial corridor, all red emergency lights, and she pulls this ugly, jury-rigged vibrator from her pack. It’s not sexy at first. It looks like something you’d use to torture information out of someone, like, wrong shape, wrong noise, buzzing like an electric toothbrush dying. She’s covered in grime and bruises, and instead of the usual porn-game bullshit where the girl poses like a catalog model, she just slides down the wall and starts using it because she needs something, anything, to remind her she’s still a person and not just meat walking through radiation. That mix of “I shouldn’t be turned on by this” and “okay but I am” pretty much sums up the tone.

The sex isn’t soft-focus romance, even when it is technically romance. There’s this guy she keeps crossing paths with, and their chemistry feels like two broken lighters trying to make one working flame. They care about each other, kind of, but everything around them is rotting, and the game loves to tease you with tenderness before smashing you in the teeth. You’ll get a sweet hand-holding moment, then five minutes later she’s masturbating alone in some abandoned checkpoint, using a smooth metal artifact that might be worth a fortune, or might kill her, with this look that’s half desperation and half “fuck it, if I die like this, at least I came.” The toy scenes are surprisingly varied, though sometimes the pacing is off. There’s one long masturbation stretch where I honestly tabbed out to check Telegram because it felt like the same angle and the same moaning loop. Then the game hits you with an absolutely brutal, bloody encounter, and suddenly that earlier slow scene makes sense because your brain’s still echoing with it while you watch her crawl away from a body that honestly looks too real. The violence is not pretty. People get torn up, shot, melted, and the camera doesn’t politely look away. That clash of erotic tension with graphic wounds makes the whole thing uncomfortable in a deliberate way. It’s not “gore porn” for the sake of shock, more like the dev wanted you to constantly ask yourself where your own line is, and then step over it anyway.

The world itself feels claustrophobic even when the locations are open. You can almost smell the wet concrete and rust. Some of the romance bits are genuinely cute though, in this bitter, awkward style. Like she’s sitting in a half-collapsed truck, passing a flask back and forth with her sort-of-partner, knees touching, and for two minutes you forget there are supernatural anomalies outside tearing people apart. Then she ends up grinding on his thigh, trying not to make noise because other scavengers might be nearby. There’s this one shot where her panties are halfway down, gun still strapped to her leg, and you can see a blood smear on her thigh that clearly isn’t from sex, and that detail just lodged in my head. The game likes these ugly little truths. Her orgasms are messy, not glamorous, sometimes a bit sad. She cries once while using a toy, and the camera doesn’t overly fetishize it, it just stays with her long enough that you start feeling weirdly protective. To be fair, a few scenes try too hard to be “deep” and end up coming off like edge-lord poetry, but then the next event is her quietly humping the handle of an artifact while listening to distant gunfire, and suddenly you’re back in it. It’s not romantic in the classic sense, but the way it mixes need, fear, loneliness and pure raw horniness feels more honest than most “love story” porn games I’ve seen. And yeah, I’m still annoyed that one corridor light flickers in exactly the same rhythm every time and my brain catches it like a gnat, but I keep thinking about that filthy wall, that awful buzzing toy, and the way she keeps going anyway.

Snow outside my window, pussy apocalypse on my screen. That was kinda the mood when I started this one on my phone, half watching some dumb Netflix Christmas movie in the background. The game throws you back into this infected city that looks like it used to have normal people and now it has horny trouble with teeth and claws and way too much titty. You’re this husband trying to find your wife and the tenant, like some fucked up holiday reunion where everyone might be dead or wet or both. It’s point and click, but not that boring “click lamp, click door, click your own soul” kind. You poke around ruined apartments, bloody hallways, busted elevators, and every so often you stumble into these scenes where sex and danger mix in a way that really shouldn’t feel cozy, but it kinda does. One moment I’m checking cabinets for meds and ammo, next moment there’s a half-naked girl with big tits pressed against a cracked window, breathing heavy while she tries not to scream because something is walking outside. That tension actually works. You’re thinking “please don’t die” and at the same time “please keep playing with yourself, fuck”.

The whole thing is weirdly intimate. The animated bits are not Hollywood level or something, but when the wife finally shows up in my run, she’s got this soft romance vibe, like she still trusts him, still blushes when he touches her, even though there’s blood on the floor and moaning outside that is not sexy at all. Then the game whiplashes and suddenly she’s jerking him off by candlelight, whispering about how they might not see morning, while the tenant watches from the corner, legs tight together, trying not to show she’s turned on. That voyeur lesbian tension is my favorite part, actually. Small touches like eyes sliding away, lip biting, that moment when she “accidentally” brushes her hand over the wife’s huge ass while they squeeze past each other in a narrow corridor. Also, the incest angle sneaks in more quietly than I expected; you wander into one of the safer rooms and the way the dialogue goes, it’s pretty clear family boundaries are more infected than the city. They don’t slam it in your face at first, but when it clicks, some earlier teasing scenes feel dirtier right away. And there’s one virgin scene that actually feels like something, not just “sex tutorial”. Girl shaking, hands on his shoulders, trying to be brave while there’s distant gunshots outside. Romantic and absolutely not healthy.

I like that you can just wander instead of being shoved along a straight line, but sometimes the sandbox stuff makes it annoying. I got stuck tapping the same fucking door icon three times because it looked like it should open and it’s just… background. And then when I did find a route, the reward was a monster encounter that ends in graphic violence before the sexy payoff even starts, which kinda killed my boner for a bit. There’s this one scene where a monster drags a side character away and the camera does not shy away, it’s messy and nasty and feels like the game reminding you “yeah, this world actually sucks”. Then five minutes later you’re watching the tenant masturbate quietly on a dirty mattress, whispering the wife’s name, and that contrast makes it hit harder. Or maybe I’m just a perv, whatever. The mobile layout is actually nice, plays fine on Chrome, thumb-friendly for one-handed use, which… matters here. Some animations loop a bit awkward, like hips moving while faces freeze, but the tits and asses are big and bouncy in all the right places, and that covers a lot. I wish some of the romance paths were less strict, like I wanted more slow-burn lesbian stuff between girl and girl instead of rushing back to cock every time, but that’s not gonna change and I’ll still reload saves like a clown to chase different scenes. Oh, and the teasing is surprisingly good: little handjobs interrupted by noises in the hallway, half-finished blowjobs because the husband suddenly remembers he was supposed to be “protecting loved ones”, sure man, put your dick away then. I kinda forgot what my point was. The game feels like Christmas lights hanging in a warzone: it shouldn’t be erotic, but when the wife leans in for a soft kiss right after bashing a creature’s skull, you almost believe this fucked city is worth saving just so she can ride you again.

Moonlight throws you into this dirty, glossy future where everyone pretends they’re happy because their brain is on a leash. Neural implants drip little shots of pleasure in your head while an app rents out your meat-suit to whatever corpo wants a warm body. It sounds ridiculous but it feels… too close. You’re this burnt-out detective with more regrets than friends, poking around a death that smells like murder but is written up as “unfortunate malfunction”. Classic. Except here the corpse has an implant history that doesn’t add up, a porn subscription tied to a dead identity, and an ex who cries like she’s rehearsed but still clutches his jacket like a real widow. The game keeps you in that sweet spot where you’re never sure if people are lying or if the tech is lying for them. Also there is so much teasing it’s almost rude. One moment you’re going through encrypted chat logs, next moment a milf corporate handler is leaning over your shoulder, blouse half open, casually asking whether you’ve ever tried orgasm lock with a neural override. The flirting keeps cutting through the bleakness in a way that feels very queer to me, like everyone is using horniness as armor. I relate too much probably.

Sex scenes don’t come flying at you every two clicks, they crawl up slowly, like bad decisions at a bar. You talk, you joke, you push someone too hard in an interrogation, they push back, things snap. I had one scene where I was questioning this older lab tech, soft belly, tired eyes, very “I have seen some shit”. We start arguing about consent when your body is on remote control, and suddenly she’s grabbing the collar of your coat, pressing you against a sterile glass wall, telling you she wants to feel a real tongue, not a programmed rhythm. The game lets you decide if you go down on her right there among the humming machines while security cameras pretend to sleep, or if you pull away and keep playing the noble asshole. The animation sells it in a very unpolished way; sometimes the lips clip a bit or the angles look too porn-hub, but honestly it kind of fits. It feels like underground smut recorded in a shitty rented apartment, not some corpo-funded sex sim. There’s blood too, real rough stuff. One route turned into a total mess when the guy I was tailing got his implant fried right in front of me, smoke out of his nose, body twitching on the ground while my character is still half hard from a blowjob in the alley five minutes before. It’s uncomfortable and hot and confusing, and the writing never stops to hold your hand and tell you how to feel. Queer vibe shows up more in the edges than in labels: guys checking you out in clubs, women in sharp suits who don’t care what’s in your pants as long as you can keep up, trauma and desire tangled together. Some romance paths clearly want you to think they’re soft and wholesome, then they will turn around and ask you to choke them while they’re jacked into a virtual beach. And I swear the text messages you get on your in-game phone remind me of my ex who used to sext from the metro, like there is this messy, non-perfect English in some lines that actually hits very close to home for me as a non native speaker. Nothing feels translated for a straight American audience, just tossed at you to deal with. It’s horny, fucked up, a bit clunky, and somehow that makes it more honest.

Government fantasy but everyone’s horny and badly behaved, that’s basically the vibe here. You’re this regular dude in a fucked up city where the “Order” controls everything, and instead of joining the resistance like some heroic idiot, you get your hands on a mind control tech and go, “yeah, I’m gonna use this to fuck people.” And the game fully leans into that. Every time you “liberate” someone, it’s not really freedom, you just swap one kind of control for another and wrap it in sex. One moment you’re pretending to care about your neighbor’s safety, next moment you’ve got her on her knees in the kitchen, mascara running, while her husband is in the next room watching state propaganda and you’re trying not to laugh. There’s a lot of that quiet, wrong tension. You click a choice and you know it’s scummy, but the game is winking at you like: yeah, go on, do it anyway.

The cast hits pretty much every guilty pleasure. You got the strict older women from the “moral committees” that end up on their backs, legs shaking, calling you sir like they’re the ones getting judged. There’s a high ranking inspector you can slowly break, making him call you “master” while you shove him into messy gay scenes he’d arrest people for in public. One run I had him on his knees in his own office, sucking me off while his big monitor still showed official reports and I swear that contrast made it ten times hotter. Another night, I had a family under my thumb, the mom pretending to resist while her son watches from the doorway with that dazed, corrupted look, and the whole thing spirals into messy incest corruption that just keeps escalating. Group scenes get wild fast: you start with a “discreet meeting” and end with a row of naked bodies, asses up, everyone glazed over, and you walking between them deciding who gets a handjob, who gets anal, who has to lick who clean. The voyeur parts hit nice too, like spying with cameras you installed yourself, watching someone finger themselves, then walking in and making them finish the job with your cock. It’s dirty, it’s mean, and sometimes the pacing drags a little in the non-sex bits, but the payoff when the next scene finally snaps back into some fresh humiliation or control kink makes it worth grinding through. It’s less “save the city” and more “own the city’s holes, minds, and pride, in that order,” and the game does not pretend otherwise.

Heavy metal sky, poison fog somewhere far under your feet, and you stuck on this floating rust bucket where everybody pretends they’re professional and noble until the lights go dim and belts come off. That’s the vibe here. You’re the new guy on the elite resource crew, supposed to be all serious with scanners and oxygen levels and “mission focus,” but half your brain is already thinking about that mechanic girl in the hangar who keeps “checking” your harness straps way too slow. On the surface it’s all sci-fi gear, suits, fancy tools, but between trips it turns into something closer to a porn hub search history that learned how to walk. You go from briefing room to blowjob in a storage closet faster than Discord goes from “hey guys” to full rule 34. Some of the scenes hit hard out of nowhere too. One moment you’re watching the airship drift through this neon green cloud, listening to some low hum like a chill lo-fi playlist, next moment you’re on your knees between someone’s thighs, hands tied to a pipe, feeling her thighs push your face deeper while she rides your mouth like it’s the last oxygen tank on the ship. The animation has this slightly off timing sometimes, which weirdly makes it feel more real, like when a horny cam model’s camera lags on Chaturbate and your brain just fills in the movement anyway.

What I liked is how the sex isn’t just “reward unlocked, congrats, here is generic pose number three.” There’s this scene after a rough mission where you stumble back to your bunk, sweating, gear still half on, and this older officer follows you in, locks the hatch, pushes you to sit, then just sinks down on your cock without a word. No slow fade, no speech, just this desperate grind. You feel the airship tilt a bit, alarms muffled in the background, and she clamps down on you right when some turbine roars outside. She rides you hard, nails digging into your shoulders, and when she makes you cum inside her, it doesn’t cut away. She just stays there, full of you, breathing heavy, one gloved hand on your chest, and you see your cum leak out slowly when she finally lifts off and tells you to “suit up again, hero.” That creampie shot with the light from a cracked porthole flickering over her skin honestly stuck in my head more than the big “story” moment before it. Funny thing, the UI color drives me crazy, by the way, this weird shade that looks like someone tried to copy Spotify in low light and failed. Anyway, the BDSM bits start almost playful then escalate, like the first time they strap you to that inspection table “for a safety scan” and suddenly the restraints tighten more than they need to. There’s a scene where they gag you with an air filter strap and use you until you’re basically just a toy, and at the same time the game pretends it’s still about keeping the city alive. It lies. This thing is about mouths full of cock in maintenance shafts, messy cream dripping onto cold metal floors, and that strange feeling when you’re hanging from a cable over the toxic fog thinking about how good it felt when the captain’s boot pressed between your shoulder blades while she rode you from behind and told you you’re just another resource to extract.

Reality show from hell, that’s kind of the vibe here. Not the goofy Netflix stuff where everyone cries in the confessional, more like “what if Big Brother was run by someone who jerks off to cruelty and power trips.” You’re the new guy thrown into this locked-down futuristic house, cameras everywhere, no privacy, and twenty-something horny, scared, fucked‑up contestants pretending they’re here for fame while everyone knows deep down they’re being used like meat. It’s all bright lights and fake smiles on the surface, but a few scenes in you start to feel the rot. People get “eliminated” and it’s not just some walk-of-shame to a taxi. The showrunners treat bodies as props. Holes as content. Consent as a slider they can turn off whenever ratings need a boost.

Since I’m into voice work, I went in listening more than watching at first. The moans and gasps during those “teasing” scenes where the girls rub against the MC in the communal bedroom while the others pretend to sleep? That shit feels way too real. There is this one sleep sex moment that actually made me stop and replay, because her breathing shifts so slowly, from deep sleep to confused whimper, then to this reluctant arousal when he pushes her panties aside and starts fingering her under the sheet, while the cameras zoom in and the producers whisper in your ear through the UI, basically encouraging you to keep going. No cartoonish screaming, it’s awkward, wet, quiet. A little uncomfortable. Actually more than a little, and that’s sort of the point here. Same with the blackmail scenes: they use old sex clips, private files, nudes, all that, to force a shy girl to join a group sex “challenge” with guys of different races on live feed, and the MC can either back off or lean into it. When you go with it, the mix of humiliation and arousal in her voice is kind of insane. She’s choking on cock, trying to say “stop” and “keep going” in the same breath. It’s sick, and it’s hot, and I kind of hate myself for liking it.

The sci‑fi / dystopia flavor sits in the background like a bad smell. Futuristic collars, shock systems, drugged drinks served after every elimination, some AI host that sounds almost friendly while pushing the contestants into anal, double penetration and messy creampie “competitions” that feel like twisted party games. There’s interracial and swinging stuff that actually feels like it belongs there, because the show is clearly trying to mix as many bodies and skin tones as possible for the “audience,” not for the characters. At one point they chain a couple to a wall and have other contestants jerk them off in turns while the floor slowly fills with water and blood from the last “test” in the next room, like a porno Saw ripoff that actually commits to the idea. The sound design sells it: wet slaps, muffled cries, someone laughing in the control room, you can hear a mic crackle when one girl is forced into anal while another guy is already buried in her pussy, so you get this rough, overlapping breathing that makes it feel way more chaotic than the usual porn game rhythm. And yeah, it’s all 3D models doing vaginal, oral, anal, the whole package, but I kept coming back to the way they react. Tiny “fuck” under their breath when you push too deep. Nervous giggle before a forced blowjob. That stuff hits my VA brain. The violence goes hard, too: broken noses, bruised throats after rough throat-fucking, someone getting beaten because they refused a group scene, then later you see them again, limping, still used as a toy. Sometimes the MC is just another predator in the system, sometimes he feels trapped with them. The game doesn’t really care what kind of person you are, as long as you keep playing along with its nasty little show.

First time I saw this thing, I laughed at the title and thought it would be another fake edgy porn game that pretends to be dark and then gives you high school drama. It really is not that. The world here feels like someone took a fairytale kingdom, flipped it into a cold matriarchal dictatorship, then forgot to clean up all the blood and semen on the way out. You play this royal bastard, Mordred, stuck inside an order of female knights that looks holy on the outside and rots everywhere inside. Half of your time you are talking in candle-lit halls, watching armored women argue about justice while their boots are still wet from torture. The other half, you're either getting your cock worshipped or crushed by the same women who just gave a speech about honor. It has this strange animation style for the cutscenes, where faces twitch a bit too long, eyes linger a bit too low, and the camera loves legs a lot more than is healthy. Not that I complain. I will still complain that some hair keeps clipping through armor slightly in one of the early scenes and now I can't unsee it, thanks.

The cutscenes work like little theater plays. One moment you're in the chapel while a knight commander lectures Mordred about loyalty. You can choose to be respectful, mocking, or quietly plotting. If you push her too far, next scene she has you alone, back pressed to a stone pillar, gauntleted hand around your throat, other hand unbuckling your belt, her voice totally calm as she jerks you off like it's just another punishment. The animation is not "clean", it has small weird movements, fingers pressing into skin, her lips brushing your ear when she whispers about how dogs shouldn't cum before their mistress. And then another route lets you flip it, pin her instead, push her on her knees so her polished boots are on your shoulders while you fuck her mouth, the camera staying low on the floor to show her drool hitting the stone. It all feels like somebody actually thought about power, not just tits. Sometimes the pacing is terrible. There's a scene with a healer knight who spends so much time talking about ethics that by the time she finally lowers herself and licks along your shaft, I almost forgot this was porn and not a weird philosophy podcast on Spotify. But when her hands glow and she "tests" your body with magic while sucking you off, the mix of healing light and messy blowjob is honestly hot in a way I didn't expect.

What caught me is how the game keeps switching between being horny and being kind of mean. You have these RPG bits, turn based fights where you pick skills while staring at women in heavy armor who later will make you kiss their feet as reward or as humiliation, depending if you played submissive or manipulative in dialog before. One battle ends, and immediately you get a quiet little romance moment on the battlements, your commander resting her legs in your lap, telling you a story about the revolution while she uses your tongue on her toes like it's the most normal thing. The camera focuses on her feet, then her tired face, then your wet chin. Feels intimate and fucked up at same time. Sometimes Mordred sounds like a smug porn protagonist, sometimes more like a 4chan user who accidentally grew a conscience, and the game doesn't decide which version is real. That weird inconsistency somehow works. Oral scenes are everywhere: knights using you to blow off stress before councils, a noble girl who never touched a sword but uses her soft hands on your cock with this almost terrified curiosity, a rough alleyway encounter where you shove a rebel priestess to her knees and grab her hair so hard you see tears mix with spit. And yeah, some romance is there too, quiet scenes where you share stories on a bunk, fingers brushing, no sex at all, which almost feels more indecent because you know what both of you are capable of. The AI-ish CG makes some poses look slightly unnatural, like joints bending a bit off, but it adds this uncanny vibe that fits a world where power and affection are always twisted. I kinda wish they fixed that one scene where the armor strap just disappears between frames. They won't. And I will keep noticing it while I watch a holy knight choke on Mordred's cock like faith alone will not save her.

Guy wakes up in this fucked up city where feelings are literally treated like some virus, and you already feel that weird pressure in your chest before the game even lets you move. He decides he wants to die, like actually finish himself, but before that he writes this tiny bucket list that is half sad, half horny, half stupid. Yeah, three halves, brain gets confused, but it fits the mood. It’s a mobile sandbox so you kind of drift from place to place, swiping around like on Instagram when you’re too tired to think, except here you stumble into girls who are officially “emotionally sterilized” and still somehow end up with your dick in their mouth. The whole city feels like someone shoved a clinic and a strip club into the same building and forgot to label doors properly.

The male protagonist is not some strong hero, more like that guy at the back of the bus staring at the window, thinking of nothing and everything. You tap around, trigger little scenes, sometimes you hit a dead end, sometimes you hit a blowjob in some dirty side corridor with flickering neon lights. The animations are strangely smooth in some moments, like when she slowly strokes your shaft with one hand and wipes a tear she shouldn’t even be able to feel with the other. That small glitch in the “no feelings allowed” rule hits harder than it should, even while you’re just waiting for the climax scene to loop. One girl keeps this flat, empty face while she’s giving you a handjob, like it’s morning paperwork, and I swear it’s hotter than any fake moaning I saw last week on some random browser game that crashed Chrome three times. I still don’t get why the underwear texture of the nurse girl looks like it was bought from a supermarket bargain bin, it bothered me the whole time and the game never explains it, just leaves it there like some private joke.

It calls itself sandbox and it actually feels like it. No clear “go here, then here” guide, you just bump into encounters while chasing that stupid bucket list that mixes things like “kiss someone who actually feels something” with “get sucked off in the clinic storage” in the same tone. I liked that you can mess around in different parts of the city, almost like tab hopping in Firefox and Telegram while waiting for a train, coming back to the game and it’s still that same lonely guy in a world that banned hugs but somehow forgot to ban deepthroating. Sometimes the pacing is slow and you’re just tapping through silence, no big event, which annoyed me and then two clicks later I’m watching an animated scene where this lab assistant is on her knees, robotic voice, asking if this “manual relief” improves the subject’s mood while drool runs down her chin. The game is horny and very blunt about it, yet half the time it pretends it’s a cold medical report. That mismatch sticks in your head in a good, dirty way, like you’re not sure if you just played a porn game or some sad story that accidentally has really decent oral scenes.

New Antioch feels like somebody took a brutal dark fantasy, smashed it into a porn game, then asked, “ok, but how much filth can we cram between all this blood and rusty armor?” You play as Mateo, this cold bastard enforcer everyone whispers about, the guy nobles send when they want someone broken, not just beaten. On paper you’re a loyal dog of this dusty mining province, stomping around a dead world that never really recovered from the last time humans fucked everything up. In practice you’re sneaking into the capital with a grudge, a hard-on, and way too much freedom to ruin people’s lives. One moment you’re ankle deep in corpses after a raid, the next you’re in some torchlit room humiliating a noble milf who has more jewelry than self-respect, riding your cock while begging you not to tell her husband. The game never pretends to be wholesome. You get romance, sure, but it’s the kind where you might pull a girl’s hair while she’s choking on you, then later actually feel weirdly protective when she flinches at someone else raising a hand.

The sex scenes are wild, and not in the “oh cute missionary with soft music” way. There’s a virgin priestess shaking so hard she can’t even guide you in, bleeding a bit while you slowly push deeper and whisper the most rotten shit in her ear. There’s a smug monster-looking thing you thought would just be a boss, but then you realize the “victim” chained near it is actually into it, and you end up watching way longer than you should, jerking yourself off like some pervert in the shadows. One of my favorite bits was this drunk, foul-mouthed older woman running a rundown tavern near the city walls, brown skin, messy hair, big ass. She pretends she hates you, spits insults, but when you corner her in the back room and tell her you know about her little smuggling side business, suddenly she’s on her knees, slurping you like she’s been waiting all year for that threat. The game gives you lots of those ugly little power moments: blackmail, humiliation, rough sex where you grab hips hard enough to leave bruises, or shove a girl’s face into the mattress while she moans that someone might hear. There’s even some twisted netori flavor when you bang a knight’s “pure” fiancée while he’s out dying for his banner, then smile at him later like nothing happened, still remembering the way she clawed your back and begged you to cum inside. It’s cruel, messy, unromantic and somehow still has these rare scenes where someone kisses you soft and nervous, and for a second you almost forget this whole world is just rotting slowly into dust.