“Tag” is weird in a good way. Like, you think it’s gonna be some cheap dirty clicker where you just mash through the same moans on repeat - but then it throws you into this slow, teasing chase where you’re somehow both the hunter and the idiot running from your own hormones. The idea’s childish if you describe it out loud, but in the game it feels dangerous, like getting caught with your hand somewhere it shouldn’t be. There’s this one early scene, you’re just standing in a park at dusk, and that milf character - yeah, the one with the kind of body that’d break a chair if she sat too fast - glances over her shoulder like she knows exactly what you’re thinking. It’s not “romance.” It’s bait. You try to act all polite, but every dialogue option wants to pull you into trouble.

And the animations? They’re rough in a way that actually sells it. Not polished like a studio thing, more like somebody poured too much passion into a weekend project and forgot to sleep. There’s a voyeuristic edge that sneaks up on you - like, you think you’re in control, then the camera lingers a second too long, your mouse hovers, and suddenly you’re complicit. The game keeps whispering, “you started this.” It’s not even about the sex half the time, it’s about that feeling of being seen wanting it. She bends, pretends not to notice, and yeah, it’s animated but your brain doesn’t care.

I’d give it the unofficial award for “Most Dangerous Public Boner Potential.” Because it’s not safe. Not emotionally, not morally. It makes you feel like a perv and then pats you on the back for admitting it. Weirdly enough, it works better that way. There’s a bug with the dialogue skipping, though - sometimes you miss a line right when she’s saying something filthy and it kills the rhythm. Still, I replayed anyway, just to catch that half-whispered line I missed. Maybe it’s broken. Maybe that’s exactly why it turns me on.

Samantha shows up in this rotten city like she walked out of some half-forgotten cyberpunk fanfic and then someone spilled porn all over the manuscript. She is “the fixer”, sure, but half the time it feels like the city is fixing her instead, grinding her down with every job, every favor, every late-night “meeting” with someone who has too much power and not enough morals. The game throws you into Blaston, this polluted, hungry place where everyone wants something from her body first and her brains second. One moment you are discussing sabotage in a factory office, pretending you care about output numbers, and five minutes later the foreman has her bent over the desk, still trying to finish the dialogue options while his absurdly huge cock is already pushing in. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, especially when you realize her choices earlier made this exact humiliation possible. My inner literature nerd kept thinking about noir detectives who always drink too much and get punched in the alley, except here the hangover is replaced by cum dripping down her thigh on the train home while people stare.

What I like is how the game constantly forces you to juggle “professional” life and just pure degeneracy. You wake up, check your phone like in real life, see three messages: boss wants you to talk to a gang leader, some rich wife wants “private mediation” with her cheating husband, and a shady lab sends a polite invite to “participate in an experimental treatment” to improve her physical abilities. Saying yes to that third one can turn Samantha into all kinds of twisted versions of herself. I had a run where she ended up with a smooth thick futa shaft between her legs, and it completely changed how scenes played out. Suddenly she is the one pulling out her cock in a dark alley, forcing a cocky street punk to his knees and using his mouth until he gags, then deciding if she rewards him with a sticky creampie inside or just all over his face. Another time I went the opposite direction and let the city break her. She got dragged into this spiral with a group of monster girls and rough, smug black gangsters who pass her around in a derelict warehouse like she is public property. There is this one scene where she is standing naked on a loading dock in the rain, collar on her neck, one guy fucking her ass while another uses her mouth and a third is rubbing her swollen belly because, yeah, she is already pregnant from an earlier “negotiation” that went very off script. She tries to keep talking in-character about “peace between factions” while they just laugh and slap her tits until she shuts up and moans.

The corruption creeps in little by little. At the start she still gets shy when someone grabs her ass on the subway, pulls her skirt down, looks annoyed. Later she is riding that same train with no panties, sitting across from some nervous virgin office boy, spreading her legs a tiny bit wider each stop, watching him sweat. You can choose for her to drag him into a public restroom and ruin him for normal sex forever, jerking him off and then guiding his cock inside while she whispers that he belongs to her now, or you can ignore him and go meet your cuckold contact instead. That guy is married to this Amazon-tier woman with huge tits and a big black bull on the side, and your “job” is to keep the drama controlled. Which in practice turned into Samantha fucking the wife on the couch, licking her pussy while the bull rails her from behind, and the poor husband just sits in the corner stroking his worthless little dick. The game is full of this kind of tangled mess. You think it is just a life sim with calendars and stats, then suddenly you are on a rooftop at night, drunk on power, making a captured troublemaker kiss your boots before you jerk him off with them and push him over the edge of his old life. Romantic routes exist too, buried under all the filth. I accidentally made Samantha fall in love with a girl she was supposed to blackmail. They end up in a cheap motel, kissing shyly at first, then rubbing against each other until they both cum, no pressure, no money, no gang watching. It was almost sweet, which somehow made all the gangbangs, footjobs under bar tables, public groping in neon-lit clubs, BWC-driven netorare drama and messy creampies feel even dirtier by contrast. The city keeps asking her one question: how much of yourself are you willing to sell to keep fixing everyone else’s problems, and how much are you secretly enjoying that sale.

You start as this kinda broke dude just wandering the city, checking your phone way too much and pretending everything’s fine while you’re basically one missed payment from sleeping in the alley. Then a friend hits you with “hey, I need a favor” and suddenly you’re neck deep in horny zodiac bullshit and monster girls who are way out of your league. It feels like a dating app got drunk, fucked a horoscope site, and then the baby decided to be a sex sim. One moment you’re trying to be smooth with some tall Leo girl with big tits hanging out of her top like they’re about to apply for citizenship, and the next you’re answering weird personal questions from a cold Scorpio type who looks like she might peg you just to see if you cry. The flirting isn’t just click line, get sex. Sometimes you say the “right” thing and she actually gets pissed, leaves you blueballed with a half-open bra and you’re just sitting there like, did I seriously lose anal because I picked the wrong snack option.

What I really liked is how shameless the game is about the sex and also about humiliating you. One monster girl just straight up treats you like a toy, makes you follow her around shops while she’s basically showing off her ass and boobs to every NPC, and you can’t do shit except carry bags and get teased. Her dialogue stuck in my head, that line where she calls you “good boy wallet” before shoving your face between her tits on the street, people watching, and you feel like trash but also you don’t want it to stop. There’s exhibition stuff everywhere, like public blowjob scenes where you can decide to be a coward and hide, or let her keep sucking while a cop walks by and pretends not to see. Sometimes your choices just unlock extra dirty versions of scenes, like normal vaginal sex turning into “oh by the way I’m futa, put that cock in your mouth first” and you didn’t exactly sign up for it but you kinda did. The futa girls hit different here, not just “oh look, extra dick”, more like they’re playing with you, making you choose who gets the creampie, front or back, and there’s a line where one of them laughs at you for cumming too fast inside her ass, telling you she’s had better from a vibrator.

The whole money system is stupid in a good way. You grind little jobs, get a bit of cash, then immediately waste it on toys like vibrators, ropes, plugs, collars, all that shit you swear you’re “just testing”. Some scenes change if you actually bring the toy, like instead of simple oral she’s choking on your cock while you push a toy into her pussy and she’s moaning about how she’ll squirt in front of the window if you don’t stop. Or you show up broke and she just laughs and uses you as her stress relief, riding your face, not even letting you fuck her properly because “poor boys don’t get pussy, only work”. The romance is there, but it’s messy. One girl actually gets soft and cuddly after you creampie her, talking about destiny and signs, and then later she ghosts you for three in game days and you find her grinding on some other monster girl in a club. Sometimes the game feels romantic, like a real dating sim with texting and picking gifts, and sometimes it just punches you in the dick with a futa dom scene where you’re bent over and wondering how the hell you got here from buying coffee. It’s chaotic, horny, kind of mean, and the AI-style art gives everything this weird dreamy porn vibe where the big asses and big tits look almost too perfect, like you’re imagining it after jerking off on your phone for too long. Honestly I love it, and also it kinda pisses me off, which is probably the point.

Jake comes crawling back home with his life completely fucked, and the house basically looks at him like “oh, you thought you were done with us?” The place is out on the edge of nowhere, quiet in that wrong way, where the shadows feel like they’re paying attention. His “family” is there, but they’re not really how he remembers them. The milf who used to worry if he wore a scarf outside is suddenly dressing like she knows exactly how her tits bounce when she leans over his bed. The cute sister-type who used to steal his hoodies now “forgets” to wear pants in the hallway. Everybody’s acting normal and absolutely not normal at the same time. They smile too long. They touch him too casually. They say things that sound caring and then twist right at the end and feel like a threat. Or a promise. Hard to tell with a hard-on.

What makes it hit different is how the erotic stuff is tangled into the horror, not on top of it. One moment Jake is staring at a door that keeps closing itself, hearing breathing on the other side. The next he’s in the bathroom, and the milf is in there already, towel slipping, water dripping down those ridiculous heavy tits, and she just watches him watch her. No “oops, I didn’t hear you come in.” Just silent eye contact and the smallest smirk, like she’s waiting for him to break first. Then later you find out she’s hiding something way worse than a horny mood. A phone he didn’t know she had. Recordings she shouldn’t have. Angry texts from some unknown number that knows exactly where he sleeps and who he’s been touching. There’s blackmail threads crawling through the whole house, everybody has dirt on everybody, and the game likes to tease you with “ok, you can say no here” right when your cock is already screaming yes. And if you push into the more fucked up paths, the netorare and corruption bits hit pretty heavy. Watching the girl you’ve been quietly obsessing over get bent open by something not exactly human, eyes rolled back in full ahegao while you’re forced to watch or even help, is the kind of scene that stays in your head when you’re trying to scroll Twitter later and pretend you’re normal. Some of the supernatural stuff really leans into that: hands that look like yours touching her first, voices in her ear that sound like you telling her to open wider, a futanari “relative” that suddenly shows up in certain branches with a cock that absolutely ruins whoever she gets her hands on. There is one scene where you’re sneaking through the hall at night and catch the milf on all fours in front of a door that should be locked, getting railed by something you can barely see, and when she looks back, her face is half hers, half something else, drool and tears and total sex-drunk ahegao, and she still whispers your name instead of the monster’s. That shit is messed up and hot at the same time, which feels illegal but here we are.

What I kinda love and kinda hate is how petty some of the choices feel. You’re thinking “ok, I’m going to solve this paranormal mystery” and then the game hits you with “do you peek at her showering again or not?” and it actually matters. You ignore her once and later she is cold as ice, you peek too often and the whole vibe becomes exhibitionist on purpose, like she starts leaving doors open just to see how far she can break you. There are lesbian scenes that show up only if you screw up a relationship so badly that the girls stop giving themselves to you and start fucking each other instead, and it lands more like a punishment than a reward. Kind of hurts in that good ntr way, like the game is laughing in your face, telling you “yeah, you had your chance.” The blackmail routes get properly nasty: one of my favorite messed up bits was finding a hidden folder on a laptop, opening a video and realizing it’s your girl being fucked while she keeps saying she’s only doing this so “he doesn’t leak the stuff about you.” Not sure if it’s more horny or humiliating, but I clicked replay like five times anyway. And then some endings flip everything, turning you from scared loser to the actual corrupt thing lurking in the house, twisting the women, parading them half-naked in the living room while anyone or anything can watch. I kept telling myself “ok, that’s too far” while still picking the dirtiest choice every time. My only real complaint is stupid: sometimes a text box covers the exact part of the animation I’m staring at, and it pisses me off more than the ghost stuff. I adjust the window, I click ahead too fast, I miss a line, then I have to backscroll like an idiot. Still, when the game hits one of those perfect horror-sex combos, like hearing scratching on the walls while the milf rides you so hard her tits slap against her chest and the light flickers and something is definitely watching from the corner, all that annoyance just sort of melts into “ok, one more scene, then I stop.” Which is a lie, obviously.

Finn is that guy in the office who pretends to care about firewalls while actually staring at cameras more than spreadsheets. Cyber security specialist, nice salary, boring job, except his whole workplace is basically one big horny playground because he rigged the system so he can watch his wife, Luna, from every angle. And yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing with that. You’re sitting there, in his chair, with a dozen screens glowing, and on half of them Luna is stretching in tight shorts, or showering with the door “accidentally” left half open, or chatting with some dude who smiles just a bit too wide. It’s a voyeur fantasy, but not the usual “secret creepy dude in the bushes” thing. This is your own wife, who actually loves you, smiles at the camera sometimes, then forgets it’s even there and shows way more than she probably should.

Luna is written like that sporty girl you see in Instagram reels: cute, bouncy, kind of too trusting, and always wearing something that clings where it shouldn’t. One moment she’s laughing on the couch in a tank top, sitting on your lap and stroking you lazily while she talks about her day, giving you a messy handjob that feels more like teasing than real relief. Next scene, she’s in the kitchen, licking some cream off her finger in a way that clearly isn’t just about the cream, and of course Finn has zoomed in, watching her tongue in HD while he palms himself. The 3D models do a lot of heavy lifting here; her tits compress realistically when she leans on the counter, her ass has that slight bounce when she walks away, and when you finally get her naked on the bed and slide between her legs, there’s this slow, wet, unhurried vaginal scene where the camera just sits right in the best angle and lets the rhythm speak. Sometimes that same bed is where you fuck her tits, with her trying to keep eye contact, cheeks flushed, your cock sliding between her boobs while she keeps licking at the tip when it pops up. It looks stupidly good and also slightly ridiculous, which somehow makes it hotter.

The game is weird because it pretends to be about “who is stealing money from the company” but half the clues are basically excuses to put Luna in more dangerous, horny situations. You go through logs, check cameras, see her in the gym flirting with a muscular guy who spots her a little too close, his hands “helping” on her hips, fingers pressing in, and you just know this can turn into groping if you push the story that way. Sometimes you do nothing and just watch, her tits bouncing while she does squats, sweat on her back, earbuds in. Other times you nudge things and suddenly there’s a scene in the locker room where the towel slips and she’s standing there completely nude, pretending to be shy but not actually reaching for it too fast. Exhibitionism sneaks in like that, little by little. There are moments where she’s out on the balcony in just a loose shirt, no panties, the city lights behind her, and you watch from the security feed while she fingers herself for you, or for whoever might be watching. Hard to tell, and that’s sort of the point.

It doesn’t stay soft for long either. There’s a whole side of the story that pushes into more rough territory when other men get involved, and it hits that messy space between swinging and full-on cheating. One evening you see Luna on a date she thinks is “just business drinks”, legs crossed in a short dress, and the guy’s hand slowly rides up her thigh under the table. She fakes a scolding look but doesn’t move his hand away. Later, in the car, he’s got her kneeling over his lap, giving him sloppy oral, drool running down her chin while you watch on your phone like a fucking addict, hating it and jerking off at the same time. In another branch, there’s a black coworker who takes the flirting way further, pinning her against the office window at night, one hand on her throat, the other dragging her panties aside and pushing into her from behind. The game lingers on that tight anal scene where she’s gasping, fingernails scratching the glass, torn between pain and pleasure. And you’re there, again, only as a watcher. Sometimes the camera cuts to Finn gritting his teeth and stroking himself while his wife gets filled by someone else, sometimes it doesn’t, which somehow feels worse.

There’s also more tender stuff, surprisingly. Quiet evenings where Luna is on top, riding slow, talking dirty in your ear, promising it’s only you while she grinds your cock inside her and you grab her ass. Then later that same night she’s drunk and giggly, stripping for some “private game” that accidentally is very public because she forgot one camera is always recording. Watching her give a friend a “silly” lap dance that turns into full lesbian grinding, hands under tops, mouths on nipples, then full-on pussy eating on the couch, that’s where the teasing turns into full voyeurism again. The sexual harassment bits aren’t played soft either: a boss brushing too close to her at work, a hand staying a little too long on her waist, then a full-on scene in his office if you let it happen, where she’s bent over the desk, skirt up, panties shoved aside, her trying to protest but moaning anyway. None of it feels safe, and that’s kind of the hook, even when the game pretends it’s about catching a thief. I keep meaning to complain about how Finn types on his keyboard. He just hammers the keys like he’s never seen a PC before and it drives me nuts every time. And then I forget because Luna is on-screen again, half naked, doing something she probably shouldn’t be doing for anyone but you. Or maybe she always was doing it for you and you just lost control of the story somewhere along the way.

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?

You’re sitting there, phone in hand, thinking it’s just another cute little “help the girl get ready for her school exam” sim, right? Hair, makeup, outfit, some dialogue choices, a few horny CGs later. Easy. Except the “girl” the game wants to send to that exam is you. And you started this story with a dick, a very normal male student brain, and zero idea why the fuck you’re suddenly being measured on eyeliner technique and how well you can sway your hips in a tight skirt without flashing half the class.

The game opens quiet, almost boring, and that’s what hooked me. No instant blowjob tutorial, no “here’s your harem, pick a hole.” Just a nervous morning, a school setting that feels too normal, and weird little hints that something is off with your body. The first time you realize your reflection in the mirror doesn’t match the way you remember yourself, it hits like a small car crash. The dev takes their time with it, slow corruption of gender and morals at the same time. First it’s “just crossdressing for this one exam.” Then it’s “well, you need to practice walking in heels, let the teacher help your posture.” Then somehow you’re bent over the desk, feeling your ass slapped and graded like part of the curriculum, and the worst part is your in-game thoughts start to enjoy it. Those internal monologue lines when you’re getting groped in the hallway, and you catch yourself wondering which of the boys has the biggest cock, were dirtier than the actual CGs for me.

I liked how the game makes you complicit in your own downfall. You pick the lipstick shade that later gets smeared during a messy oral exam. You choose to act “a bit more submissive” to get a better score, and suddenly you’re on your knees between two classmates, throat used like a warm hole while the teacher pretends not to see. They pretend badly. There is some netorare shit going on, too, but sideways: your old male identity kind of feels like the one getting cuckolded as your new girly body gets filled, stretched, creampied. One run I had my “good girl” reputation used as an excuse to parade me in front of older staff, a humiliating little exhibition where they check if the “student” is ready. Gloved fingers spreading you open, comments about how tight you are and how a nice big black cock will fix that. Another run I resisted more and the corruption took longer, with more teasing, more “accidental” touches, more voyeur scenes in locker rooms and bathrooms, like the game was punishing me for not giving in fast enough by cranking up the sexual harassment.

It feels janky in spots. Some AI CGs look amazing from one angle and kind of cursed from another, like the face doesn’t fully match the body, or the hands are doing that weird too-many-fingers thing if you stare too long. I still stared. The summer vibe is weirdly relaxing though, all bright classrooms and sunlit corridors while behind the scenes you’re being turned into the school’s futa toy or the class’ shared virgin project, depending on choices. There is this one branching bit where you can agree to a “private tutoring” session with a strict female teacher and it starts as normal exam prep, then she makes you spread your legs on the chair, checks how wet you are “from stress,” and then uses you until you’re shaking, all while lecturing about responsibility. Female domination scenes like that felt personal, intimate in a fucked up way. Then later the same character can watch you get stuffed by multiple guys at once, barely saying anything, just writing notes like you’re a lab rat. It messed with my head in a good way.

The story is mostly kinetic in pacing but still manages to feel like a sandbox for your humiliation. One time I focused on being the perfect obedient girl and ended up pregnant from an exam “reward,” cum dripping out in a medical examination scene that treated your belly like a test result. Another time I pushed for more wild stuff and unlocked a futa transformation path, where you keep a cock while having this soft, thick ass and big boobs, so they test how many students can fit inside or around you at once. I still have the scene of being pushed up against the classroom window in my head, skirt hitched, some monster girl-looking classmate pounding me from behind while random NPCs walk outside, clueless. The game doesn’t rush those moments. It lets your thoughts spiral, your shame grow, your arousal betray you. It’s messy, inconsistent, a little ugly here and there, but the slow burn into full sissification and “everyone uses the exam girl” fantasy hits way harder because of that.

Sam’s summer doesn’t start with explosions or some anime bullshit prophecy. It starts with him jerking off quietly in a cramped bathroom, hoping his mom doesn’t knock, while thinking about his own best friend in a way he definitely shouldn’t. That’s the vibe here. Ordinary high school, humid Asian heat, everybody sweating in their uniforms, and underneath it all everybody is horny, frustrated, and pretending to be “normal”. The game leans hard into that slow burn feeling where every stare in the hallway and every accidental touch feels like it could cross a line. One moment you’re helping Angela with homework, the next you’re watching her skirt ride up as she stretches on the bed and wondering if you should look away or look closer. You usually don’t look away.

There’s a lot of teasing and it’s not gentle. The bullies at school are assholes, they push Sam around, grope the girls when they think they can get away with it, and the game doesn’t try to moralize. Sometimes you interrupt, sometimes you don’t, and sometimes you pretend you didn’t see a hand slip under a blouse because the situation turns you on and you hate yourself for that. The nicest thing is that the characters actually feel like horny idiots instead of porn robots. Sam’s mom, Riona, walks around the apartment in these thin summer clothes that cling to her body, pretending she’s just “too hot” from the weather, and the camera knows exactly when to linger on her ass or the outline of her nipples. She acts like a normal caring mother, cooks, nags you a bit, then sits too close on the couch and you notice her breathing change when your leg touches hers. The game loves that “is this still innocent or not?” line and keeps poking it. It gets pretty fucked when the bullying brothers start eyeing her and your sister too, and the story quietly asks if you’re going to protect them or secretly want to watch things fall apart. Sometimes protecting them means watching something you can’t unsee. Sometimes not protecting them is even worse.

The sex itself ramps up from clumsy masturbation scenes to full-on sweaty summer nights. There’s that first time you manage to sneak into Angela’s room during a storm, lightning outside, her in a loose shirt with no bra, pretending she’s scared only of the thunder. You feel her thighs tense as your hand slides higher, she bites her lip, and everything feels messy and way too real. Vaginal scenes are shot very close, like you’re right there feeling every movement, and the game loves when someone might walk in at any second. The best part is also the most annoying: you get choices that look small, like peeking at Juno while she changes, or letting Riona drink a bit more wine than she should, and ten scenes later you realize those little “just this once” moments pushed everyone down a darker, more corrupt path. And then there’s that one tiny detail that stuck with me: the way Angela’s face shifts when she realizes you’re turned on by her humiliation in front of the bullies. She blushes, looks away, but her legs don’t move. It’s fucked up and hot and uncomfortable at the same time, which is exactly what this game is chasing, like a slow, sticky summer you kind of wish would never end and also kinda hope would.

This one feels like somebody took a grimy school ghost story, poured lust and drugs on it, then rubbed it into your skin until it stayed there. You’re not just clicking horny scenes, you’re sliding around in this sticky occult mess where every choice feels like it leaves something on your fingers. The school setting looks all normal on the surface, but after a few scenes it stops feeling like a campus and more like a ritual circle with desks. Classrooms turn into altars, lockers are just props for public use, and the corridors get that mood where you almost smell sweat and cheap perfume through the screen. The Japanese vibe is strong in the way everyone pretends everything is normal while literally nobody is acting normal. One moment it’s just a quiet corridor, next thing three girls are on their knees, uniforms half open, and the guy is pushed back against the wall while they fight over his cock with their mouths, wet sounds louder than the voice lines. I really liked how a titfuck scene could suddenly slide into this messy bukkake finish across the face and hair, and then the game still keeps talking like this is some tragic occult investigation. It’s stupid in a way, but the contrast actually makes it hotter.

What hit me harder than expected was the way the occult stuff bleeds into the sex. Mind control here is not polite. You get that slow build where a girl still thinks she has a choice, then you see her pupils change, her voice gets softer, and she starts begging to be used in front of everybody. There is one group scene in a classroom with mixed bodies, futa girl included, where the protagonist is basically just a toy pinned between them, and it feels crowded in a good way. Too many hands, too much skin, someone’s cock sliding between tits while another one is pushing into a throat, and a third is already working the pussy from behind. You kind of lose track of whose fluids are where. Sometimes the NTR angle comes in hard and nasty, like watching a girl you actually liked get dragged into a drugged ritual, waking up tied, legs forced open, and her “boyfriend” can only watch from the door as she’s fucked, first vaginal, then anal, then made to lick herself clean while laughing. It’s rough, with real graphic violence in some routes, and not the cute BDSM kind. The mind control can cross the line into “ok I need a break” territory, then the game just throws a soft lesbian scene in the nurse office on top, with slow kissing, fingers inside, wet sounds close to your ear because the voices are right there. The problem is some routes feel like they jump from a gentle titjob under the desk to a brutal ritual scene with almost no breathing room, but I guess that fits the whole nightmare feeling. I liked the multiple endings thing more in theory than in practice, because I kept looping into bad endings where someone ends up broken or dead or both, but honestly, when the occult book opens and everyone starts losing their sanity, that’s when the sex hits the hardest anyway. The game doesn’t feel safe, and that’s exactly what my hands remembered after I closed the tab.

Blueberry Academy feels like someone grabbed every filthy school fantasy from old fanfics, shook it around with modern pornbrain, then just went “yeah, that’s enough” and shipped it. You arrive as the new guy in this rich, creepy forest school that pretends to be elite and serious, but every hallway feels like it’s one wrong turn away from a sex dungeon. Which is fair, because a lot of it is literally sex dungeons. First time I walked into one of the “special practice rooms” and saw the hooks, benches, chains and a neat little row of plugs and vibrators lined up like they’re school supplies, I laughed out loud. It’s stupid, but in the best way. The game knows exactly what it is. You’ve got twins in uniform giving you that “oh, we’re so innocent, senpai” act, and three minutes later one of them is begging to be tied to the chair and have her skirt flipped while the other watches from the doorway, pretending to keep lookout and clearly getting off on it. The whole school is like this weird mix of formal rules and total sexual chaos. One scene you’re in a dull classroom, the next you’re fucking a girl against the window with half the dorms able to see her face pressed in the glass, and she’s moaning louder on purpose because she likes the attention.

I’m really into voices, so I was listening hard, and the audio is messy in a way I actually kind of enjoyed. Some moans are a bit too “porn actress reading lines” and then suddenly you get this low shaky breath in your ear that sounds way too real, like someone forgot the mic was still on. There was this anal scene with one of the twins in the showers where she tries to keep quiet, and the little broken whimper she lets out when you push just a bit more in? That one stayed with me way longer than anything else. Then another girl has this bratty tone while you use a vibrator on her under the desk, and her voice goes from cocky to needy so fast it almost feels like two different actresses. Maybe it is. No idea. I like that it isn’t clean. The timing on the lines sometimes doesn’t match the strokes, sometimes a gasp triggers half a second earlier, sometimes the panting loops weirdly, and instead of killing the mood it kind of fits the “secret porn project made by horny students after class” vibe. Some of the punishment scenes in the BDSM club room, with ropes digging into thighs and girls being told to hold their skirt up while you smack their ass, would honestly be perfect if they re-recorded like five lines and stopped using the same “ahh” three times in a row. But I still replayed those scenes, because when the girl starts begging to be shown off in the courtyard, collar on, you forget about the audio hiccups and just go with it. It’s trashy, messy, and sometimes awkward, and that actually makes the whole academy feel more real than half the polished porn games out there.