This kinetic novel hits different when you're into that slow-burn psychological territory. The premise isn't groundbreaking - husband confesses his cuckold fantasies to wife, things escalate - but damn if it doesn't nail the emotional buildup. Your protagonist wrestles with these taboo desires while his relationship transforms into something neither of them expected. The corruption element creeps in gradually, which I appreciate way more than those games that jump straight to the hardcore stuff without any character development.

The AI-generated artwork serves its purpose, though some scenes feel a bit stiff during intimate moments. But honestly? The narrative carries this thing hard. Watching the wife's gradual transformation from hesitant participant to someone who genuinely enjoys the attention... that's where the real heat lives. The swinging scenarios build naturally from their initial conversations, and the netorase dynamic actually feels authentic instead of forced. There's this one scene where she's trying on lingerie for another guy and the internal monologue just perfectly captures that mix of excitement and guilt. The corruption isn't just physical either - it's psychological, which makes everything feel more intense when things finally get explicit.

What bugs me is how the confession scenes sometimes drag on longer than necessary, especially early on when you're just waiting for something to actually happen. The pacing improves once they start exploring their boundaries, but those first few chapters test your patience. The cheating elements come into play later and honestly caught me off guard - wasn't expecting the story to venture into that territory given how consensual everything starts. The creampie scenes are well-executed when they finally arrive, and the big tits/big ass focus isn't overdone like some games where that's literally the only selling point. For a kinetic novel, it manages to keep you engaged even when you can't make choices, which says something about the writing quality.

You know that awful feeling when your phone buzzes, you open the chat, and you’re not sure if you even want to scroll up because you already feel something’s wrong? This game lives inside that feeling. You play as Eddie, normal guy, married, kind of worn out by life, stuck in this shitty loop of work, stress, debt, and a dick that just refuses to cooperate when you actually need it. The whole thing plays out mostly through chats and phone stuff, so you’re basically spying on your own life. Messages, pictures, little bits of “hey babe, miss you” turning into “hey, I’m working late” and then into things you really don’t want to see your wife sending to someone else. And still you keep tapping, because of course you do.

Rachel starts as that sweet, supportive wife who just wants to help, who wants her man back, wants sex that isn’t awkward and half-hearted. The game doesn’t jump straight into filth. It teases you. She takes small jobs, chats with new people, gets “friendly” with that one guy who compliments her more in two texts than Eddie managed in a whole week. You see her selfies get a bit bolder. At first it’s cute. She’s shy, a bit embarrassed, but she sends that “accidental” cleavage pic and you feel both proud and a bit sick. Then the pictures get dirtier. The emojis change. The typing pauses get longer. The game really likes to make you stare at the screen waiting for three dots, wondering if she’s going to send something soft or something that will make you want to punch the wall and jerk off at the same time.

Sex scenes here are mostly in your head and on the phone screen, twisted together. When she’s playing with herself, you don’t just see her; you see the messages that pushed her there. Some random guy hyping her up, telling her how wet she must be, asking for “proof”, and she actually sends it. You get AI-style images that look like those edited photos you see on Telegram porn channels, slightly too clean, but the situation around them is messy as fuck. There’s cheating, voyeurism, corruption, all that good painful stuff. You read how she describes your failures in bed while you’re the one stuck watching and masturbating like some pathetic cuck who can’t even look away. The worst part is how normal it all feels. No magic, no mind control. Just money problems, stress, one dude with a working dick and another with a nice salary and a smooth tongue, and a woman who gets tired of waiting. The story doesn’t need big twists. It just pokes at those ugly relationship fears until they get horny, then keeps going a bit too far. You know it’s going to hurt. You still open the next chat. And the next picture. And the next.

This thing starts with a goddess basically catfishing you. She gives you the whole “save the world from titans” story, all dramatic and holy, but from the first few clicks it’s obvious she mostly wants to throw you into a horny parody universe where plot is just a polite excuse to make the Attack on Titan girls open their legs for you. You play Takashi, this totally average guy who reacts to getting isekai’d with just the right amount of “holy shit” and “ok but where are the tits.” The tone swings between goofy and shamelessly filthy, and it kind of works. One minute they’re talking about humanity’s last hope, next minute Mikasa is on her knees, hair messy, with that dead-serious face still on while she’s choking on your cock like it’s part of the military training. It feels wrong in exactly the way you came here for.

The “multiverse” thing is really just an excuse: different scenes, different setups, same target. You pop around this twisted version of the walls and barracks, and all the familiar locations are slightly off, like a porn parody that forgot to be subtle. There’s banter, there are stupid jokes at all the right times, like the goddess nagging you that if you keep choosing the lewd options the timeline is fucked, while the game itself keeps rewarding you for going full degener*te. At one point I picked a “heroic” dialogue choice by mistake and the scene turned almost sweet for a moment, which felt more illegal than the actual sex. Then the next click had Mikasa grinding on you, riding you with this cold, focused look, like she’s trying to break a training dummy, except it’s your dick. The CG style fits the anime vibe enough so your brain instantly goes “oh, that’s her,” and then it drops the panties and the illusion of canon in the same second. It’s crude, sometimes lazy, sometimes weirdly on point. I hated how the text occasionally repeats the same teasing line, but my hand apparently did not care.

The best bits are when the game remembers it’s supposed to be funny and horny at the same time. Like when the goddess complains you’re corrupting every timeline and then quietly adds a new “nasty” option to the menu. Or when Takashi pretends he’s trying to save humanity while obviously aiming for “save my balls from being full.” If you want to squeeze the most juice out of it, don’t just skip straight to the money shots. Click the sillier choices, let the scenes breathe, piss off the goddess a bit, and take your time watching Mikasa slowly go from stoic soldier to dick-drunk mess. That’s where the game actually feels like a lewd fan letter to the anime, written by someone who watched way too many “what if she sat on my face” TikToks and finally snapped.

Kohei comes back to his old town for something boring like university, and instead walks straight into the kind of summer that fucks with your head for years after. It looks harmless at first. Childhood streets, cicadas screaming, cheap fans pushed to their limit, that older girl next door who used to ruffle his hair and laugh too loud. Misaki feels like she should be safe territory, familiar, almost family, this cozy fantasy of “onee-san who waited for you”. The game knows that expectation and plays with it in a way that’s honestly pretty mean. She’s still teasing, still bright on the surface, but her eyes slip away at weird moments, her smile freezes half a second too long. Small details like that. You pick a flirty choice, she laughs, leans in, you can almost smell her sweat and shampoo mix, and then some other guy’s name casually comes up and your stomach drops. It’s not subtle, and it’s not gentle.

The horny parts grow slowly, like mold in a corner you pretend not to see. At first you’re just choosing where to spend a day, which cheap cafe, whether to help her carry groceries. One scene you’re alone with Misaki in her apartment, the sun too bright through thin curtains, her in a loose tank top and shorts that ride up when she sits cross-legged. She offers you iced tea, your hand brushes her thigh when you take the glass, she goes quiet for a second. That silence is hotter than any moaning later. The game loves those tiny pauses, the routes where nothing explicit happens yet are somehow dirtier in your head than the straight-up sex scenes. Then there are the runs where you lean into the NTR sickness on purpose, like poking a bruise. Letting her reply to that late-night message. Choosing not to follow her when she “just goes to meet an old friend”. Coming back to a half-buttoned blouse, a faint smell that is not your cologne, and a CG that stings more because she is still smiling at you like she wants to protect you from what already happened. It gives you options to avoid that, sure, to keep things “pure” and romantic, but you feel the game secretly smirking when you pick them, like a producer forced to include a vanilla route to keep the sponsors calm.

What makes it interesting for me as a genre nerd is how it plays with POV shifts. One route you’re stuck inside Kohei’s head, rationalizing, pretending it’s fine, one bad choice, no big deal. On another, it flips and suddenly you’re watching scenes where you’re not supposed to be present at all, getting that ugly voyeur thrill. Sometimes you see Misaki from another guy’s eyes, the way he studies the sweat creeping along her neck, the way her body reacts even when her voice says “we shouldn’t”. That’s where the eroticism goes from simple horny to slightly cruel, because it forces you to admit that her desire is not a thing you own. And still the game offers proper romance lines, soft endings where you manage to hold on to her and build something tender out of all this mess. Those paths feel almost suspicious, like you wandered into a different title hosted on the same site by accident. But that contrast gives the sex extra charge. A slow kiss in a quiet room means one thing when you trust her; the same CG, same pose, after you saw what she did in another route, becomes loaded with paranoia, with “who touched you like this yesterday”. It is not elegant writing, not “high art”, but it understands really well how lust, jealousy, nostalgia and that stupid first-love hope all bleed into each other and make you click “next” even when you already hate the ending you know you’re walking toward.

Special Harem Class feels like someone mashed a horny dating sim with a lazy summer in a city you only visit in dreams, then sprinkled in a bunch of “yeah this is totally an educational program” lies on top. You’re the guy who didn’t get into any normal college and somehow lands in this weird pre-college thing where every girl looks like she escaped from an anime convention and a porn studio at the same time. The teacher, Claire, is supposed to help you “prepare for higher education”, but she’s way more invested in helping you get inside every girl in the class. And herself. A lot. She’s kind of your pervert handler and it’s hilarious. One moment she’s telling you to study, next moment she’s jerking you off in the office while explaining how to “evaluate interpersonal relationships”. It’s stupid and hot and you just roll with it.

The city map is where the roguelike part of my brain woke up a little. You just wander. Click around. Go to the café at the wrong time of day and suddenly you walk in on one of the girls doing lewd cosplay in the backroom for some extra cash. Go to the park “just to farm affection” and you end up getting a blowjob behind a tree after picking the dialogue option that sounded like a joke. The game loves those small chains. Like you talk to a side girl once at the bus stop, forget about her, then twenty in-game days later she shows up at the mall with a completely different outfit and drags you to the bathroom for a quick, sloppy fuck because “you looked lonely”. The scenes are not just copy-paste either. There are these moments where the camera stays way too long on a girl’s face while she’s moaning and drooling on your cock, and it feels uncomfortably intimate, in the good porn way. Animation loops are everywhere, so every thrust is shown, every little twitch, tits bouncing in this hypnotic, slightly janky rhythm.

What I really liked is how the affection grind tricks you. At first you’re just chasing numbers like a min-max goblin, then suddenly you hit a sex scene that feels way more personal than expected. One of the main girls starts as the “tsundere” cliché, you know, all attitude, but her later scenes are basically her losing control on top of you, begging for your cum and admitting she checks her phone every night waiting for your messages. And you’re sitting there pants around your ankles going “wow ok feelings now, cool”. Then five minutes later you’re raw-dogging a random side chick in a stairwell, zero romance, just sweat and spit and hurried thrusts because someone might come in. It swings between sweet and filthy without warning. There’s a ton of content already, and the dev clearly has a fetish for variety in positions. Titjobs with cum dripping down, anal scenes where the girl’s expression goes from “no way” to “harder” in one loop, public stuff in the city where she’s trying to keep quiet and absolutely failing. Also there’s that one Claire scene in the classroom with the desk, you’ll know when you get it, where she’s riding you slowly while still acting like a serious teacher, glasses and all, and then breaks character mid-sentence when you grab her ass and pull her down harder. I replayed that like, too many times. Only thing that annoyed me is sometimes I’d click through a day trying to trigger a new event and end up with nothing, just empty routine, but then the next week the game drops two new sex scenes on me back to back and I forget I was annoyed at all.

Street rat futa on the run, broke as hell, hard as hell, and way too horny to think straight. That’s the vibe here. You drop into this city where nobody knows your name, you just escaped your old gang, and instead of some heroic “fresh start” bullshit, your girl basically goes: “Fine. If they want war, I’ll get strong, get rich, and fuck my way to the top.” It feels less like a noble quest and more like someone grinding Tinder, FetLife and OnlyFans at the same time, except every match is a potential soldier in your little horny empire.

What hooked me fast is how the MC’s dick is not just a fun bonus, it’s the main tool of corruption. She’s this futa boss-in-progress, and every girl you meet is either future ally, future fucktoy, or both, depending on how you play her. You’re walking around town, meeting these different types of women, and you keep getting that choice in your head: “Do I just use her for the plan, or do I break her in until she can’t stop thinking about my cock?” You can go soft and kinda wholesome for a while, being “supportive” and “nice”, but the game is at its best when you drop the mask and start twisting them. There’s this one tomboy, for example, all confident, all cool, acting like she’s above this pervy shit. Then you get her alone, push just a bit too far, and suddenly she’s bent over, making that stupid ahegao face, tongue out, drool, eyes rolled, begging you not to stop even while she pretends she hates it. I laughed. Then I replayed it. Twice.

The Ren’Py structure is pretty classic, but they toss in just enough small choices that you start thinking like some corruption-obsessed Telegram dom. Do you praise her for helping you? Do you “reward” her with a creampie she definitely wasn’t ready for? Do you pretend to care about her dreams so she’ll let you cum on her face later? It has that slow poison feeling. At first it’s just a favor, a small push, a dirty joke. Then a blowjob “just this once”. Then she’s cheating on her girl with you, moaning your name, asking where you want to finish while you pound her like you’re trying to nail her to the mattress. The story keeps telling you there’s this big revenge goal, old crew, payback, all that, but honestly I kept forgetting about the enemies because I was too busy seeing how far I could drag each girl down the rabbit hole. And yeah, some scenes feel a bit clunky, some lines feel like Google Translate had a stroke, and one menu color annoyed the shit out of me and I still keep thinking about it for no reason, but when the MC whips it out and a “good girl” collapses into a moaning mess, those tiny issues just dissolve into the pillow along with everything else.

Michael is that dude everybody has in the office. Quiet, smart in a boring way, always fixing printers and pretending Excel is his religion, but completely clueless when a girl even looks at him for longer than three seconds. The game throws you straight into his head while he is already stuck in this bland routine: go to work, stare at screens, go home, jerk off, repeat. No trauma, no crazy ex, just… life that slowly numbed his dick and his brain at the same time. Then Penelope shows up again in his life, childhood friend with big energy, big mouth, and yeah, big everything if you like that anime style. She bullies him into that dating app, and from there stuff goes from “haha lonely IT guy” to “why the fuck are there suddenly so many hot women orbiting this dude” real fast.

What I liked is how messy it feels in a good way. One moment you are just answering texts on the app, trying to choose between sounding like a normal adult or a total coomer, next moment the scene cuts and you are staring at an AI generated girl in lingerie, with eyes that look like she knows exactly how long you last and is judging you a bit. The art goes from soft and romantic to “okay that’s porn” with basically no warning. There is this one early scene where Michael is exhausted after work, Penelope calls him on video, flops on her bed, her shirt rides up a bit, and you are there sitting with a choice like “look away” or “keep talking like nothing happens” while the camera just lovingly focuses on her thighs. It is horny in that slow burn way, not instant gangbang explosion, more like edging with dialogue. The mystery they tease in the background is actually kind of funny because it pops up right in between fap moments, like you are in the middle of a really sweet blowjob CG and your brain suddenly goes “wait that thing the app did earlier was weird as hell”. They never fully explain it early on, just small details like wrong profile data, déjà vu in conversations, girls acting like they know you from somewhere, little uncanny stuff that crawls under the romance.

I will say, some of the AI images look hot as fuck from far away, but if you stare too long at the hands or small objects, the illusion starts falling apart. Nipples are blessed though, whoever tuned those prompts deserves a raise. Sometimes the lighting is inconsistent between shots of the same scene and it pulled me out for two seconds, then the dev throws a close up on wet lips and my brain forgets to complain. Dialogue is hit and miss: Penelope feels alive, a bit of a brat, texting like someone who lives on Reddit and TikTok at the same time, while a couple of other girls talk like ChatGPT tried to roleplay “horny anime waifu”. Not awful, just a bit stiff when everything else is trying to be sweaty and awkward and human. There was one route intro where I literally alt tabbed to Telegram mid-scene, came back, and it still felt like the same line looped again, but then it hit me with a CG of the girl bending over in an office skirt and my attention magically healed. That dumb little notification sound from the dating app also started living rent free in my skull, to the point I checked my actual phone twice. I kinda wish Penelope was more jealous and unhinged, like full “yandere but pretending to be wholesome” territory, but I know they will never push her that far and I hate that I know it. Still, when she finally drops her guard and you see her horny side peek out in text, there is this tiny flicker of “oh shit this could go very wrong in a good way”. And then you click next, waiting for either kisses or disaster. Or both.

During the Heian Era, yokai made their fearsome appearance, determined to annihilate people and seize control of the world. Yet, individuals yearning to become Demon Slayers were recruited, appointed to channel spiritual pressure and cut down darkness. Now, as a freshly minted demon slayer, you must take down a lurking danger discovered dozing in the Abandoned Shrine. The task you expected to be straightforward becomes a nightmare as the Oni brutally assaults your body and senses. Otoshina, the shrine’s fierce Green Oni guardian, leaves behind a savage, jagged wake. There’s a dark aura about her, hiding strange and unsettling secrets. Plunge headfirst into a brutal story of ancient yokai versus relentless demon slayers. Endure merciless assaults designed to shatter both your body and mind. Your every slash decides whether you live to fight another day or fall into the abyss. Discover the dark history entwined with myths soaked in blood and pain. Do you have what it takes to command your spiritual force and defeat the brutal Oni, or will you be lost to darkness? Become the hunter, the blade, and the last hope against the unrelenting horror. Within the shrine lies mystery and menace, with Otoshina’s cruel fury lying in wait. Brace yourself for a savage showdown against horrors untold, where survival demands blood and steel.

Imagine being dropped into a prison that looks more like some fucked up all-girl college dorm where the dress code is “tight, short, or nothing at all,” and you’re the only guy walking around with a hard-on that just keeps getting you in more trouble. That’s basically the feeling here. It pretends to be about rules and punishment, but very fast you notice every “discipline” scene is just an excuse to get someone’s tits out and press you against a wall. The guards glare at you, bark orders, then lean in too close. One of them shoved me against a metal door for “search” and the dialogue choice popped up right when her thigh was between my legs and I swear I misclicked because my mouse hand was literally shaking. I picked the flirty line by accident. It worked, I think? She slapped me and then her hand stayed on my chest way too long.

The game feels like reading a horny anime fanfic that somehow learned how to talk back at you. You’re always choosing between being obedient little toy, cocky asshole, or that dumb mix of both that gets you in the dirtiest scenes. There is a whole power thing going on all the time. They lock you in, chain you to a chair, make you answer questions, and it should be scary, but I was just staring at the way her uniform shirt kept opening more each time I played it differently. Some scenes are slow burn: long talks in the cell, stories about why each woman is even in this place, and you’re sitting there thinking “ok deep tragic backstory” and suddenly she pushes your face between her legs like it’s the most normal thing. That mood swing hits harder than my Chrome crashing when too many porn tabs are open. One guard is kind of soft and motherly until she snaps and uses you like a toy, another one acts like she hates your guts but keeps pulling you into empty rooms to “teach you rules” with her tongue in your mouth.

What got me was how much the story pretends you still maybe want to escape, while every choice slowly turns you into the prison’s personal dick. You start negotiating little favors: extra shower time for letting a guard tie your hands behind your back, better food in exchange for licking her boots clean, that kind of dirty bargain that makes you feel wrong and horny at same time. The AI-looking art sometimes shifts a bit weird around the eyes or the hands, but somehow that almost fits the whole “this place isn’t real, it’s like a fever dream where everyone wants to fuck you” vibe. One scene where you’re in the shower room, steam everywhere, multiple women walking around pretending they don’t see you checking them out, felt like my browser lagging in the best way. I clicked a dialogue option too fast and ended up agreeing to “let them inspect me” and suddenly I’m surrounded, towel gone, their fingers everywhere. Didn’t even feel like a choice anymore. The game keeps whispering in your ear that you’re trapped, but truth is, by the time a guard presses your head into her lap and tells you you’re her good little prisoner, you really don’t want those doors to open.

I played Brothel Virgin like I was trying to sketch lace on a body that wouldn’t stay still. It’s messy and kind of hypnotic, and that’s probably what I liked about it first. The world feels like velvet that’s been worn too long - soft but a bit frayed, and when the screen fades into the room at the Crimson Reverie, there’s that quiet hum I only get at the end of a runway show when everyone’s pretending not to be aroused by the models. Jenny’s laugh sounds like lipstick smudging against a glass; I kept replaying her intro scene hoping she’d say my name differently, slower. She doesn’t. Small thing but it bothered me. Still, the lighting in her room (well, if you can call it lighting, it’s more like a blush across the walls) made me forget it fast.

Matty’s design confused me. She looks like she was drawn by someone who loves stretch marks too much and I respect that deeply. Her scenes go from comforting to - how do you say - sticky? I’m used to games where every gesture feels rehearsed, but here her hands have this clumsy warmth that almost made me feel guilty touching the screen. Maybe I’m just too sentimental. Then Raven shows up and she wrecks all that tenderness with one smirk. There’s a sound cue before she appears - like a zipper halfway down - and it’s cheap, but it works. I hate that it works. Her storyline plays with all those moments between dominance and longing, and I kept thinking about fabric texture again: latex pretending to be silk.

Some transitions drag; some dialogues feel written by two people who never met. But that’s part of the charm. It’s not perfect, not even close, but neither are the bodies it celebrates. Sometimes I caught myself wondering why the brothel walls shimmer like oil, or why Jenny doesn’t blink enough. Doesn’t matter. The thing is, if you stop expecting polish and just lean into the heat, like, really lean, you’ll find your own reflection looking back at you through those impossible colors.