Ryuko walking back into that twisted academy in her busted-up school uniform feels almost casual at first, like she’s just visiting old classmates, and then suddenly she’s standing in front of Satsuki again and the whole thing flips from nostalgia to “oh fuck, this is a problem.” The story throws you right into this weird mix of sister drama and horny power struggle, where every girl in a sailor uniform seems one step away from either choking Ryuko out with her thighs or forcing her face into a very wet apology. It’s a parody, sure, but it doesn’t act like a joke. The uniforms are treated almost like weapons, and clothes only exist so they can be yanked, torn, or used to pin someone down while they’re being made to lick, swallow or just squirm and try to pretend they’re not moaning. You get a lot of shots of Ryuko trying to act tough while on her knees, mouth full, eyes half-wet with humiliation and frustration, and it kind of nails that messy feeling of “I hate this” at the exact same time as “don’t stop.”

The whole tournament thing is basically a ladder of bad decisions. Every round is another girl who wants Satsuki’s attention and is totally fine using Ryuko as a toy to get it. One fight will be more like a wrestling match where you’re slammed to the floor, skirt flipped, panties dragged aside and fingers working you open while the crowd laughs. Next, it turns into a femdom lesson where some smug chick in a pristine uniform sits on Ryuko’s face, holding her by the hair, making her eat pussy until she either taps out or cums first. The game is really into the humiliation side of things, so Ryuko ends up forced to masturbate in public, legs shaking while everyone watches, or she has to orally service a rival in front of Satsuki, like a test of “how far will you go for your sister.” Sometimes it feels romantic for half a second, like when Satsuki quietly touches Ryuko’s cheek after a match and calls her “pure,” and then a moment later she has her pushed against a wall, hand between her legs, testing how “pure” she really is. Lesbian stuff here isn’t soft; it’s messy, rough, full of power plays, spanking, forced poses, girls pressed to cold floors with their asses up, being told to beg for cock that never appears, only more tongue and fingers. And yeah, the accessibility is weirdly decent for an adult game, text pretty clear to follow, but then a big choice pops up and the focus order gets all fucked for a second and you kind of forget what you were trying to click while someone is describing how Ryuko’s mouth looks stretched around a rival’s dripping slit, and by then you’re not really complaining anymore.

The premise grabbed me immediately - a porn screenwriter forced to become an actor while his wife secretly does the same thing. It's like watching two people play the most awkward game of sexual hide-and-seek imaginable. The netorare elements creep in slowly, building this suffocating tension where you know everything's about to explode. I spent way too long analyzing the dialogue trees in the first act, trying to figure out if the protagonist's constant nervousness was intentional character development or just clunky writing. Either way, it works because you feel that same anxiety watching him fumble through excuses about his "late nights at the office."

What really got under my skin was how the game handles the cheating mechanics. Your wife starts acting different - more adventurous in bed, new techniques she "read about online." Meanwhile you're learning those exact same moves on set with actresses who have absolutely massive tits and won't shut up about how good you are for a "beginner." The irony is suffocating but also incredibly hot. The multiple endings system rewards different levels of deception, and I found myself reloading saves just to see how many lies I could stack before everything collapsed. The anal scenes with the MILF director are particularly well-animated, though her dialogue during the exhibitionism segments feels forced. She keeps talking about "teaching young talent" while bent over the craft services table, which... okay, sure.

The creampie scenes pack real emotional weight because they're not just about the physical act - they're about betrayal, about crossing lines you can't uncross. When your wife finally admits her own secret career in adult films, the confrontation scene offers genuine choices that matter. You can embrace the swinging lifestyle, fight for traditional monogamy, or spiral into jealous rage. The big ass actresses your wife works with become recurring characters, adding layers of complexity I didn't expect. Sometimes the game crashes during the more intense oral sex animations, but honestly that just gave me time to process what the hell was happening to this marriage.

Summer punishment fantasy that accidentally turns into something way dirtier than “no phone, no friends, stay home and think about what you did”. You’re stuck in your room, nothing to do, no money, parents on your back, and then this weird idol just shows up. Not cute shrine-maiden style, more like “this thing should not exist in a normal bedroom”. And it talks. It promises you power, and yeah, it’s not talking about muscles. It’s talking about getting every person around you to bend, break, cheat, confess, open their legs, pull their clothes aside in public, that kind of power. The game leans hard into the whole “I know I shouldn’t do this, but I really want to see what happens if I push one more time” vibe. Every interaction with a girl starts kind of normal, then you nudge, then you push, then suddenly you’re seeing your own family member giving you that look like she knows this is fucked and still can’t stop touching herself in front of you because the idol whispers in her head. And you are the one telling it what to whisper.

What I liked is it doesn’t jump straight to full-on mind-slave zombie sex. At first it’s just small stuff. A bit of teasing. Making her wear something way too short outside. “Accidentally” walking in while she showers and the idol freezes her for a second so you can stare, then she snaps out of it and blushes like crazy, but you know something stuck in her brain. The more you play with that, the more twisted it gets. One route I focused on making the girls just masturbate more and more, like they couldn’t even sleep without their fingers inside them, and the game actually reacts to that. Suddenly you get scenes where they tell you about hearing your voice in their head when they touch themselves, begging you to watch, even if they’re not actually in the same room. There’s a really sick moment where you’re at work in your shitty part-time job, and your phone buzzes with a pic you never asked for: someone from home, spread, eyes a bit empty, obviously controlled, clearly taken by the idol at the worst timing possible. And you’re stuck behind the counter trying to pretend you’re normal while your cock is screaming. That part felt too real in a good way. And a bad way.

The sandbox side is messy but that’s also where it gets addictive. You’re not following some super clean route map, you just poke at people, try different commands, wreck their relationships. I told one girl to be “more honest with your feelings” and then just left her alone for a while. When I came back, she was already cheating on her boyfriend in her own room, and the game lets you decide if you join in, watch from the closet, or mess with her mind harder so she starts sending pics of it to the wrong people. Another time, I messed up and pushed the control too far too fast, she basically snapped and you get a harsh ending where everything collapses and you’re stuck with fucked-up guilt and blue balls. There are multiple endings depending on how far you drag each girl down the corruption hole: total devotion, secret lover stuff, full-on ntr where they still sleep with you but also moan another guy’s name, or that really gross but hot line where your own relative begs you to knock her up while the idol keeps her from thinking clearly. It’s not nice. It’s not “wholesome”. It’s exactly the kind of horny summer where you start grounded and end up playing god in your own twisted little town, touching every life with your dirty fingers, knowing something will break and not really caring when.

Power, tits and dragons, in that order. Whores of Thrones takes the whole Seven Kingdoms mess and asks a very simple question: what if everyone stopped pretending they have honor and just started fucking for it instead. You’re dropped into this twisted court drama where every “deal” is half politics, half who is on their knees, and it leans hard into that. One scene you’re whispering dirty orders in a candlelit sept, next scene you’re watching a proud knight get milked by a monster he tried to stab. The story does that slow corruption thing: characters start with some fake moral line, then a bit of blackmail here, a “do this or I ruin your house” there, and suddenly they are naked in public, on their knees, kissing boots, begging for more. It doesn’t rush it, which I kinda loved and also kinda hated when I wanted to just go straight to hardcore. Sometimes you’ll pick a choice and think “ok soft scene now” and the game responds with anal, a collar, and a smug priest watching. Not complaining, just surprised. Often.

Fan service is insane. Sansa, Arya, Daenerys, Cersei, all twisted versions of themselves, each pushed into their own flavor of kink. There is this one path where your male character gets to break the noble “ice princess” step by step, starting with just making her show her feet, then kissing them, then using them on your cock like it’s nothing, until she goes from disgusted to needy. Long scene, very slow, and honestly the footjob animation and expressions are way better than they should be for a porn parody. Then you flip to another route and you’re playing a girl instead, suddenly on the other side of the leash, teasing another woman, riding her face and using toys on her while you promise to protect her family if she just obeys. Lesbian stuff hits different here, because they make it half affection, half “I own you now”. You can feel the writers grinning when they script a holy woman forced into exhibitionism in front of her own followers, or when a dragon queen ends up bent over a balcony, pretending she cares about the city while you’re just pounding her and talking about who she has to marry next. There’s vanilla pussy grinding right next to anal punishment, incest whispers in the background mixed with religious guilt, some brutal female domination scenes, gay side paths that go from awkward to “oh shit this is rough” in two clicks. It goes from funny parody to “damn, that’s filthy” really fast. And yeah, you can play it on your phone, which is a blessing until you realize you just opened a scene with a chained noble girl licking a boot and a dildo in the middle of your train ride, and now you can’t look anyone in the eye.

It’s messy in the best way. You’re some kind of half-drunk alchemist in a vampire’s den, tossing glowing ingredients into a cauldron that looks suspiciously alive, waiting to see if it spits out gold, slime, or a moaning succubus with tits like forbidden fruit. The game doesn’t explain much, just lets you mix weird shit - holy water, demon ichor, maybe a drop of your own sweat - and then bam, the screen flashes and suddenly you’re staring at a futa nun grinding against a bound werewolf priest. It’s ridiculous, but you can’t stop clicking. The logic makes no sense and that’s kind of the point. Sometimes you get a soft scene, a slow kiss between a vampire girl and her human pet. Other times, tentacles, everywhere, like the game’s trying to outdo itself in how far it’ll go before you blush or laugh.

There’s something about the tone - half gothic, half horny fever dream - that makes it feel like the devs were just daring each other to see what the next transmutation would unlock. The art shifts between elegant and unhinged; one moment you’re admiring the lighting on a pale thigh, next you’re staring at a corrupted angel with too many wings and not enough shame. The alchemy system feels more like foreplay than crafting. You think you’re mixing for power, but really you’re just chasing the next perverse reveal. I tried to keep track of the endings but gave up after the third one involved a talking dildo that might’ve been sentient.

The weirdest part? It’s kind of beautiful. Between the absurd fetishes and over-the-top transformations, there’s this pulse of dark humor and lust that keeps it alive. It’s not about winning or finishing - it’s about curiosity, that itch that says “what if I mix blood and holy oil again?” Do it. The game rewards the reckless.

She’s the type of woman who walks into a lecture hall and the air just changes. Not because she’s loud - she doesn’t need to be. Her voice is low, deliberate, the kind that makes you lean in without realizing. Professor Reed doesn’t smile much, but when she does it’s never for you… until you start noticing that tiny hesitation in her tone when she calls your name. The game never rushes that tension; it lets it build and twist. Every talk in her office feels like a test you weren’t told about - intellectual, but charged as hell. The longer you stay in her orbit, the more it’s clear that she’s not as cold as she wants to be. That’s when the corruption starts creeping in, slow and almost polite at first.

There’s something really addictive about how it turns academic power games into foreplay. The writing doesn’t hold your hand - one minute you’re discussing ethics and the next you’re pulling her hair as she moans your name like it’s the only thing left she believes in. It’s not just sex scenes thrown at you (though yeah, there are plenty and they’re filthy). It’s the weird emotional rhythm between dominance and tenderness that makes everything hit harder. Her reactions - when she finally lets go, when the control slips - feel earned. Even the sandbox parts, where you can experiment a bit with how far you push her or yourself, somehow make the story more intimate instead of just checklist porn. You get to decide whether she’s your lover, your toy, or something in between.

And yeah, it’s graphic as fuck: messy titjobs that turn into handjobs that end in warm creampies on her perfect skin, moments of exhibitionism where she wants to be seen but hates that she wants it, and those rare flashes of romance that mess with your head more than any blowjob could. I found myself half turned on, half curious about how far she’d fall - or maybe how far I’d drag her down. It’s dirty, but not dumb about it. Like watching someone unbutton their soul, one button too late.

This thing is messy in a way I kinda respect. You get tossed into this warped fantasy world where reality has given up, and apparently the local wildlife has tits, claws, and a very specific interest in human cock. The story talks in first person, so it feels like your horny inner monologue got kicked out of Earth and landed in a fever dream. One minute you’re getting smacked around in some turn based fight, the next minute you’ve got a monster girl pressed against a tree while you’re deciding if you want her whining from teasing, moaning around your dick, or riding you until she leaks cum everywhere. It flips from “oh no, danger” to “oh yes, fuck me harder” faster than my mood when Grindr crashes.

The whole thing is like running a very perverted HR department in hell. You manage your little crew, you juggle resources, you worry about who’s loyal, who’s useful in combat, and who’s just there because they let you grope them whenever you’re stressed. There’s romance, but it’s that fucked up sort, with girls who will absolutely let you creampie them behind a ruined shrine, then ask if you still like them when they’re pregnant with your half-cursed brat. Some scenes are soft and sweet, like slow oral where she’s shy and drooling, or gentle handjobs while she confesses feelings. Then five minutes later you’re shoving her face against a table, spanking her ass red while she tries to keep quiet and completely fails. The writing tries to be poetic sometimes, like it wants to win a prize, and then it goes straight into “her asshole clenched around me” without any shame at all. Honestly I love it. And also I rolled my eyes. Both things true.

Combat is that chill turn based style where you’re half reading the skills, half daydreaming about the next time some exhibitionist demoness gets pinned against a wall. Some fights actually matter and you’ll be min-maxing like a weirdo, other times you just mash buttons because you only care about seeing how much milk that busty priestess can spray when you pull her top down mid-dialogue. The game keeps throwing choices at you too: do you comfort her, or do you grab her tits; do you swear devotion, or fuck her raw in public while the shadows watch. Management and romance and adventure all tangled up in this slightly unhinged, emotional dude-brain that gets way too attached to monster girls he just met. I was reading on my phone in the bathroom, lost in some deep talk about devotion and despair, and two clicks later I had her swallowing my load and begging to carry my child. It should not work. It really should not. But here I am, remembering which route gave me anal, lactation, spanking, and a love confession in the same arc like it’s important info for my taxes.

You start as this worn-out priest, the kind of man who’s seen too much war and not enough peace. He’s got that quiet authority, the type that doesn’t need to shout to make people obey. The town he moves into looks calm at first glance - green hills, soft light, all that - but it hides a mess of broken souls and dirty secrets. Slavery’s legal here, though not exactly cheap, so what you end up with are girls who’ve been through things. They flinch when touched, they test your patience, they crave attention in ways they don’t even understand. And you? You’re supposed to “train” them. Whatever that means depends on how far you’re willing to go.

It’s not just about spanking or groping, though there’s plenty of that if you push the right buttons. It’s about control, slow corruption, the way someone starts looking at you differently after a few nights of discipline mixed with affection. One moment she’s trembling, the next she’s begging for more. There’s something raw about it, something that feels wrong but also weirdly tender. The game doesn’t rush you; it lets you breathe between the filth. Sometimes you just sit there watching her try to please you, clumsy and shy, and you can almost forget she used to be terrified of you. Then she slips up, says something defiant, and you remember exactly who’s in charge.

The fantasy world stuff - elves, magic, holy symbols - it’s mostly background noise for the real thing: power and surrender. You can play gentle priest or ruthless master, or both depending on your mood. The animations hit that sweet spot between awkward and hot, like someone actually trying instead of posing. There’s even a bit of romance buried under all the punishment, if you squint. Not perfect, not polished, but maybe that’s why it works. It feels messy, human, like lust written by someone who’s lived it instead of imagined it.

The story drops you right into a filthy mix of business, lust, and betrayal. You play this polished guy with a perfect life - high-rise view, loyal girl, kisses on the neck before work - but everything starts to rot the second your boss leans close with that “favor.” It starts simple, like anyone could talk their way out of it, but it’s the kind of request that turns into a trap. One look, one taste of what’s behind his smug smile and you start losing your grip. It’s not just about sex here, though there’s a lot of it - slow teasing, the kind that makes your pulse skip, then full-on raw scenes where control just dies. You feel the corruption crawl under your skin, and somehow you like it. The animations hit hard, the moans sound too real, and every little gesture feels like someone’s watching. Maybe they are, considering the voyeur angle that sneaks in halfway when you least expect it.

What’s strange is how the humor fucks with all the tension. There are moments you laugh right before something really depraved happens - like the devs know exactly how uncomfortable you’re getting. One girl cracks a joke mid-blowjob, and instead of killing the scene, it makes it hotter, nastier. The writing isn’t clean; it’s dirty and uneven, perfect for the kind of story it tells. You slip from one fantasy to another - cheating, swinging, the occasional slap across bare skin - and it never feels clean. The filth is part of the intimacy; the romance still breathes through it. And maybe that’s what makes this thing addictive. It’s not about collecting scenes or chasing endings, it’s about watching the main guy ruin himself piece by piece and pretending you’re not enjoying it too much. The way some of those girls look at him, you know they’re not innocent either. You might judge them, or maybe you’ll just keep watching, hand resting where it shouldn’t be.