Ditch the old card game rules and grab your chance to play blackjack using slick, number-stamped tiles that demand precision and speed. Score a perfect 21 by grabbing and arranging numbered tiles on a neat 4x4 board, testing your agility and strategy all at once. It's not just about numbers - the sultry blonde model sporting a crisp, naughty school uniform outside inches away adds a delicious distraction, making each move a daring feat.

With each hand you conquer, watch as she peels away her outfit, transforming this outdoor arcade into a live strip show that fuels your fire to keep going. Set outdoors against the hum of urban life, the game blends the rawness of public exposure with the fast-paced logic of an arcade classic.

This isn’t just blackjack; it’s an electrifying contest between your skill and temptation, as the blonde’s uniform fades step by step with every point you rack up. Let the tactile thrill of placing each tile collide with the intoxicating sight of real seduction playing out before you - it’s a wild race to 21 and beyond.

Here, blackjack strips down to pure tension and tease, wrapped in the allure of a vivid outdoor scene and a real model who knows just how to make winning feel addictive. Test your skill under the watchful eyes of a temptress who turns every winning hand into a moment of raw desire.

With its mix of arcade action, strategy, and real-world temptation, this variant of blackjack promises nothing less than an intense ride for anyone craving more than just numbers.

Guy in his twenties lands in the city, thinks he’s in some romcom, then the game grabs his dick and his heart at the same time and starts twisting both. You play as him, obviously, and on the surface it’s the usual “met the perfect girl, my life is finally starting” mood. She’s sweet, big soft ass that bounces in every scene, that shy smile where you know she’ll suck you off if you push just a bit. At first you just hang out, kiss, slow hand on her thigh on the couch, that kind of horny-but-trying-to-be-respectful vibe. Then the corruption stuff quietly sneaks in, and suddenly every innocent moment has someone in the background whispering poison in her ear or trying to get your balls in a vice. It goes from romance VN to “how many people can fuck with my relationship at once” in like two clicks.

The wild part is how horny and petty everyone feels. There’s this bitchy cousin who pretends to “look out for her” while basically trying to prove you’re a loser. She catches you in one half-compromising situation and instantly starts playing power games: “I won’t tell her… if you do exactly what I say.” Next scene she’s making you get on your knees in some cramped bathroom, calling you pathetic while you’re hard as rock, snapping pics with her phone like she’s collecting trophies. Or that office boss type who looks like she walked out of some spicy Instagram feed, real model face, perfect makeup, big tits pressed against your arm as she explains your “career options”. You think it’s just flirting until she straight up threatens your job if you don’t let her spit on you and use your tongue like a toy under her desk. The female domination vibe isn’t soft here, it’s very “you are mine or I ruin you”, but at the same time the game lets you enjoy it way too much. You get humiliation scenes where you’re forced to watch some smooth-talking futa neighbor wrap her hand around your girl’s throat while sliding her cock between your girlfriend’s lips, and you’re stuck in the corner, pants down, ordered to jerk to it and not cum. One moment you’re protecting her, next moment you’re kneeling behind that same futa, eating her ass while she lazily guides your girlfriend’s mouth up and down her shaft, slow deep oral, gagging sounds right in stereo. There’s playful stuff too, like your girl trying to act tough while you smack her ass until it turns red and she slips and calls you “sir” without even noticing, then later some other girl uses that same word to turn it all around and make you the toy. Everyone is corrupting everyone. It feels dirty and kind of mean and then suddenly sweet again when you’re lying in bed with your girlfriend, kissing her forehead, wondering if she’s thinking about you or about that moment where she let someone else spit in her mouth and moan your name by mistake. The game keeps poking at that line between “I’m losing her” and “maybe she likes being ruined with me watching”, and somehow that hits harder than any simple porn gallery. You keep clicking just to see how far they can drag both of you down without actually saying the relationship is dead.

This thing feels like someone mashed a horny gacha, a cheap board game from a dusty attic, and a folder of AI smut that escaped from Stable Diffusion at night. You just hit the die, watch the little token hop along the path, and every square is basically asking: are you patient enough to earn that ass, or are you going to get teased with a blur again. It looks so simple you almost feel stupid for how long you keep clicking. It’s like snakes and ladders if the only snake is in your pants and the ladders are made of big tits and half-hidden nipples that refuse to come into focus until you find their “proper” version. I kinda love how dumb it is. I kinda hate how dumb it is. Both at same time, brain and dick arguing like two drunk philosophers.

The whole clothed / nude / blurred thing is the core kink here, more than any “story.” You land on a clothed girl first and later see her nude, it feels like you actually unwrapped something. Like you saw her on Insta first, then somehow ended up in her OnlyFans, but all compressed into a couple of dice rolls. If you hit the nude square before her clothed one, you get this blurry, half-invisible version that sits in your gallery like an accusation. You know she has huge tits, or at least AI thinks she does, but it’s like soft censorship, only the censor is your own impatience. It reminded me of striptease in older literature, weirdly, like in Nabokov where half of the erotic charge is in what you’re not allowed to see clearly yet, except here the author is an algorithm and the plot is “you rolled a 3.” Some of the girls look kind of same-face, like the usual AI pout, gravity-defying big ass and weirdly smooth skin with that uncanny porn-magazine lighting, and once in a while you spot a little glitch in the hair or a finger that’s a bit off, and instead of killing the mood it just makes the whole thing feel more dirty, like you’re jerking off in a backroom of Midjourney. It annoyed me that one particular girl with the best ass in the set kept showing up only as blur for me, like the game knew I wanted her and decided to cockblock on purpose. I rolled past the same boring square three times, got a pair of tits I didn’t even like that much, then finally unlocked her clothed version randomly from a different tile, and that weird delayed reward felt more intense than it had any right to. There is no strategy here, no tactical choice, nothing deep, but your brain still builds little narratives between those squares: she’s shy, she’s playing hard to get, she’s already naked in your gallery but hidden behind fog until you “meet” her properly with clothes on. Total bullshit psychologically, but it works.

What’s funny is how the game pretends to be about randomness while actually being about completionism. You’re not just rolling for porn, you’re rolling to fill a gallery of bodies, like a pervy version of collecting cards in Gwent or catching girls instead of Pokémon. Twenty one girls, double versions, and your inner librarian wakes up and starts screaming that the set is incomplete. I had that moment where I wasn’t even that turned on anymore, just vaguely annoyed that there were still blurred thumbnails sitting there like locked archive pages in some digital Sade notebook. It made me think of old erotic literature where half the fun is chasing the forbidden page or the missing chapter, except here the missing chapter is a big ass that refuses to unblur until RNG says ok. Sometimes the die falls and you land on a square with a girl you already have nude, and it feels totally useless and still you stare again, re-reading the same “page” like an idiot, looking for something new in the curves the AI typed onto her body. I wish there was some twist to the board, like risky branches or punishment loops, but also the stupid linearity is kind of the point: you go in circles around a track of horny images like a dog chasing its own tail, but the tail has giant AI-generated tits. It’s lazy, it’s repetitive, it’s strangely effective, and the worst part is that the girls you like most are always the ones the die refuses to land on, like some cruel little erotic joke between you and a random number generator that secretly knows exactly what you came here to see.

Card-marked chips are dropping, and you need to accumulate them into a special collection of five. Of course you should gather not just any one of them but the ones that will certainly allow you to build the strongest casino poker mix, and to win the largest prize at the end of each round.

The quicker you will certainly gather one hundred bucks, the quicker our attractive train conductor will certainly supply you with unique services.

This isn’t just any casual chip-collecting game – every drop could change your fate. You’ll balance risk and reward with every grab.

Build pairs, straights, flushes, full houses - the classic poker hands come alive here. But it’s not just about forming hands, it’s about timing and tactics too.

And all the while, that sultry train conductor waits in the background. She delivers bonuses and boosts that can tip the scales.

Feel the pulse of the casino floor right in your hands. Dive into the rush of falling chips, the thrill of quick choices, and the glory of big wins.

Are you ready to prove your skill and take what’s yours?. The goal is clear, the challenges real, and the rewards tantalizing.

So don’t just watch the chips fall – control their fate, craft your winning hand, and let that seductive conductor guide you to the top.

Step aboard, start stacking, and show everyone what a true poker master looks like.

This one hits like a fucked up Valentine’s card somebody dipped in blood and spit on. Oridelle is not a “heroine,” she is a girl who died, got dragged back, and now thinks the only reason she exists is to suck off the guy who saved her. That’s the whole emotional center of the game: her on her knees, him on the throne, and you sitting there clicking through that sick loop of “thank you for saving me, please use me again.” It feels almost too intimate sometimes, like reading someone’s horny therapy diary that got infected by a horror manga. The tone flips a lot. One minute she is this soft, almost cute corpse-girl whispering how grateful she is, and three lines later she is giggling like a brain-poisoned bimbo about how her mouth is “perfect for him” and nothing else matters. It is erotic, yeah, but there is this rotten taste under it, like you bit into candy and it was raw meat.

The horror wraps itself around the sex instead of fighting it. Every time she drags herself back to that coffin, body resetting, clothes fixing, face going back to the “normal” Oridelle, it feels like watching a save file overwrite a human being. She goes out, gets broken a little more, comes back, looks the same. Inside she is not the same. You can feel the split getting wider, her real self trapped under this shiny, porn-brain alter ego that thinks being his perfect cocksleeve is holy work. Some scenes are almost boring in how focused they are on his dick and her mouth, and then suddenly one line pops where she begs him to call her by a name he gave her, not her own, and it hits harder than the actual blowjob. The game keeps telling you, quietly, that she is already dead, just not all at once. And still you keep clicking, because the pacing is like a slow, dripping faucet you kind of hate but keep staring at. Sometimes the writing leans too hard into “bimbo talk” and loses that fragile, tragic vibe I liked at the start, but then there is a moment where she hesitates before opening her lips and it all comes back. I wish there was a way to pull her out, to give her a route where she looks at him and says “no,” but the whole point is that she will not. She crawls back, every time, happy to be used, proud of how empty she can become for him, and that is what makes the whole thing stay in your head after you close the tab and pretend you are just going to check Twitter.

Lena’s story starts quiet and a bit awkward, like that first shift at a new job where everything smells like old paper and furniture polish. She’s this shy girl dumped into a huge, old library that feels way too big for her. The game really leans into that silence. No jumps right away, no cheap “boo.” Just you, a slow crawl through dusty corridors, and Lena’s brain slowly getting louder than any sound effect. At first she’s just shelving books, logging weird titles, trying not to embarrass herself in front of the other staff. But the place has this almost wet, sticky atmosphere to it, especially in those restricted sections where the lights flicker in that “this is absolutely unsafe” way. There are these books that feel wrong before you even open them, and the game lets you just linger on them, making you choose if Lena peeks inside or pretends she’s a good girl. Of course she peeks. The erotic stuff doesn’t slap you in the face from the first click. It creeps in at the edges of her thoughts. Tiny flashes. A phrase in a book that hits way too close. A touch from a co-worker that lasts slightly longer than it should. A dream sequence where she’s not sure if that shadow touching her is a ghost, a god, or just her own pent-up frustration trying to cosplay as a demon. All that gets tied into this subtle horror vibe, like something in that library is watching her, gently pushing her to test herself, maybe ruin herself a bit. The sexy scenes feel like you’re reading Lena’s diary after she got horny on the bus and tried to pretend she wasn’t.

The game lets you lean her in different directions with your choices, and that part caught me. You can keep her timid and flustered, or you start letting her accept what turns her on, even when it’s clearly unhealthy. There’s a moment where she reads this ritual text that mixes religious guilt with raw, filthy desire, and you get the option to stop or keep reciting. I kept going, obviously, and the way her internal monologue shifts from “I shouldn’t” to “please more” is way hotter than any random porn animation. That same scene also has a little audio glitch that made my headphones crackle like broken ASMR, which annoyed me so much I had to pause, and then I went straight back because the writing had me by the throat. Also, the queer threads are handled in this messy, human way. She catches herself staring too long at a girl from the staff, and then later the unseen presence starts mimicking that girl’s voice in Lena’s fantasies. It’s fucked up, but in that “ok, I get why she’s wet and terrified at the same time” kind of way. The horror never fully jumps out with fangs, it just keeps suggesting that maybe the thing guiding her is inside her own head, or maybe it’s some horny eldritch archivist grooming her into a new role. I kept waiting for a cheap tentacle cliché that never properly arrived, which somehow made the teasing even more frustrating. Also, her shoes make this stupid little sound on the library floor and it drove me crazy, and I still don’t know why that detail stuck more than some plot points. Anyway, it’s a slow, sticky burn, more about watching a quiet girl pull herself apart choice by choice, page by page, until she’s not sure if she’s praying, masturbating, or both.

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.

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.

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.