Ian wakes up in that cramped room again, phone in hand, bored out of his skull, lockdown bullshit outside, and the house full of women who act like they own his balls. Mom glides around like a queen in yoga pants that should honestly be illegal, pretending everything is “normal”, while the sisters treat him like a chew toy: mocking his morning wood, “accidentally” walking in on him, throwing his dirty boxers at his face, laughing when he blushes. At first it’s the usual routine, him jerking off quietly with one earbud in, Pornhub on low brightness, trying not to make the bed squeak while the whole place is just heavy with frustration he can’t do anything about. Then that stupid news report flashes on the TV, the one that changes the mood of the house from “haha, you loser” to “oh, we can really do this now” in about two seconds. You can almost feel the air getting sticky after that, like the walls are listening.

The fun part is how fast everyone drops the fake innocence. Mom starts leaning over the table more, her tits basically falling out while she “asks” him to help around the house. She knows he is staring at her ass when she bends, you can see that tiny smirk on her lips when she pretends not to. One sister starts using his room as her private dressing cabin, standing there in panties that barely count as clothing, talking to him about useless TikTok drama while she’s pulling on tight jeans that can barely contain her ass, and sometimes she “forgets” to close the zipper. Another one just goes straight for his ego, calling him her “little pet,” sitting on his lap, grinding casually like it’s nothing, then shoving him away and laughing when he’s hard and desperate. The game lets you decide if Ian finally bites back or just sinks deeper. You can make him talk back, pin them down, grab their throats lightly while they roll their eyes and moan anyway, or you keep him as the humiliated toy that wipes their cum off the floor and thanks them for letting him taste it. It’s not soft at all when they decide to break him either, they bully him about his size, make him cum in his own underwear, force him to stay like that while they keep teasing. Sometimes the “jokes” go too far and the game just shrugs and keeps going, which honestly fits.

What really got me was how the house turns into this messy sandbox of power games. One evening you have Mom on the couch, drunk on wine, kind of needy, pulling his hand under her shirt and telling him he’s “such a good boy,” and you can go from that gentle milf worship to making her kneel on the floor and open her mouth because you’re tired of her acting like she’s in charge. The next day his sister corners him in the bathroom, locks the door, sits on the sink with her legs open and says “lick or I scream,” and if you play it submissive she’ll ride his face until he can’t breathe and snap a selfie with mascara running, using him like a sex toy. Or you flip it and make him grab her hips, eat her out just enough and then refuse to let her cum, walking away while she’s shaking and pissed. There’s a nasty humor running through the whole thing, little lines where they mock each other, highlight how fucked up the situation is, then just double down on it. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid meme reference during a blowjob, next moment you’re making the whole family kneel in front of the TV like some twisted worship scene, or you’re the one on your knees, jerking off while they compare his dick to guys on OnlyFans and rate him like a product. It’s all cramped rooms, soft couches, phone screens lighting up sweaty skin, masturbation in the shower while someone knocks on the door asking what’s taking so long. It feels like being locked in a porn fantasy that forgot where the line was supposed to be, and no one in that house is actually looking for it anyway.

Anahel looks like that shy girl in class who never raised her hand, and here she is, walking around a cursed fantasy world where literally everything wants to fuck her or use her to open some magic doom portal. It starts all heroic and stuff, like “you’re chosen, save the world, ancient prophecy” and you think ok, basic RPG, I click some slimes, I loot some chest. Then suddenly the slime is not just slime, it has way too many wet tentacles, and they all know exactly where to go. The game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle. One moment you’re poking around ruins, next moment Anahel is pinned, squirming, and her stupid little innocent face is doing that full ahegao thing while a monster girl is licking her everywhere like it’s completely normal Tuesday. And it kind of becomes normal, really fast.

I liked how it tricks you with that point and click exploration, like a normal adventure/sandbox thing. You tap on a well, you just expect water, maybe some coins. Instead there’s this creepy voice from inside, offers you “help” if Anahel strips. Of course I clicked yes. Then it escalates, a glowing tentacle slides up her thighs and she’s biting her lip, trying to resist, then gives in, rubbing herself with it like she was waiting all day for that. You’re not just watching, you’re choosing where to touch, which hole gets used, if she lets the monster finish inside or outside. It’s messed up. It’s hot. Sometimes both at same time. The world feels like a horny playground made by someone who played too much RPG Maker and then deleted all armor from the inventory. There’s “noble” knights that threaten her with blackmail, telling her to suck them off in a back alley or they’ll sell her out to the cult. You can actually accept, and the game shows her on her knees, drool and cum on her chin, eyes rolled up, and she still tries to talk like a hero while gagging on the guy. I kinda lost the main quest in my head after that.

Maybe my favorite stupid detail is how her staff looks totally useless at first. Just a stick with some stone. Later, you find this pervy spirit in a shrine who offers to “awaken” it and it literally turns into a magic sex toy weapon. It vibrates when danger is near, and also when she gets too aroused, and sometimes in battle the game will just have her masturbating with it as a “skill” while monsters gangbang her. I laughed because I was on the bus playing on my phone and suddenly she’s in the middle of a forest, on her back, two tentacles inside her, one in her mouth, some catgirl riding her face, and I’m just casually lowering brightness like it’s Instagram. The pacing is weird as hell, like eating spicy food with random sugar thrown on top. One area feels like slow teasing, just some harassment, panties pulled aside, soft lesbian groping, and then next screen they’re using every hole at once, toys, tongues, everything. Sometimes I wish Anahel talked a bit less during sex, because she moans and begs and calls the monsters disgusting while clearly loving it, but it kind of fits that she’s both the last hope of the world and also the world’s favorite cum dump at the same time. Anyway, the prophecy probably said something like that. I already forgot.

Tangled Hearts starts like one of those spy shows you half watch while scrolling TikTok, except suddenly you realize you’re way more invested in who the guy is fucking than who he’s supposed to kill. You play this ex CIA dude who looks like he sleeps two hours and fucks for six, and everyone around him either wants him dead, wet, or both at same time. The funny thing is the game *pretends* to be about debts and danger and secrets, but the real danger is you falling hard for the wrong woman and then reloading your save because she called you “good boy” with that smug smile. I swear this game weaponizes big tits and smug grins more than it uses guns. The first time one of the women leans in, presses you against the table and just whispers in your ear while her hand is already under your belt, I forgot there was any “mystery plot”. My brain empty. Only thighs. And yeah, everyone’s stacked. Not just “porn big”, but the kind of big where the shirt is doing the Lord’s work and failing. There is this scene where you wake up from a nightmare, sweating, thinking about a botched mission, and then she crawls over you on the bed, plants her ass right on your hips and tells you, totally calm, that she’ll help you “relax” so you don’t have bad dreams. Then she just slowly grinds on you through your boxers, teasing you while talking about classified intel like it’s dirty talk. I actually had to pause, laughed out loud, then unpaused and enjoyed the hell out of it.

What really messes with your head is how romantic it pretends to be. One moment it’s candlelight, soft music, her fingers brushing your cheek, her big tits pressing on your chest while she kisses you so slowly you feel your whole body clench. She’s whispering she needs you, that you’re the only one she trusts, all that sweet bullshit. Next moment she’s pinning your wrists above your head, riding you like she owns your cock, and you realize the “trust” is more like “you’re mine now, shut up and cum when I say”. The female domination stuff is not cartoon harsh, more like psychological trap. They make you want to please them. They look at you with those eyes like “are you a man or a scared little boy?” and suddenly you’re on your knees with her thighs around your face, tongue buried between her legs, and she’s using your hair as a handle. Oral scenes go both ways, but honestly the women are running the show. One of the hotter moments for me was not even the explicit penetration, it was when she made you eat her out for what feels like forever, pulls away right before she finishes and tells you you’ll only get to fuck her if you solve part of the mystery for her. That mix of frustration and horny is evil. The game likes to play with dreams too, those dream sequences where you’re never sure if you’re actually in danger or just being mindfucked. You’re tied to a chair, some unknown woman is circling you, brushing her fingers over your cock through your pants while asking these cold questions about your past. Then she just sits on your lap, grinding slowly until you’re shaking, and the scene cuts before you can cum. The story tries to be serious espionage, but I kept arguing with myself which girl is the real best option, and I’m telling you, if you say the sweet one with the big soft tits who pretends to be innocent is not secretly the scariest, you’re coping. I wish there was less blueballing sometimes, but in a fucked up way, that’s also what makes it stick in your head. You’re not just fucking them, you’re getting caught in their web, and half the time it feels like you’re the one who asked for it.

You know that quiet point in a long relationship where everything’s kinda fine but also kinda dead inside? That’s where this game lives. You play as Mila, this pretty normal girl who’s been with the same guy since school, and instead of breaking up or doing therapy like a sane person, her brain just starts wandering into all the filthy corners she pretended she never had. The whole thing is written like someone slowly losing their sexual filter. One scene she’s just bored on the couch, scrolling on her phone, half-watching some series on Netflix, and a couple hours later she’s in front of a mirror, panties around her ankles, trying not to moan too loud because she’s imagining her boyfriend watching her get wrecked by someone else. It escalates like that a lot. Not in a big dramatic way, more like “oh shit, this went further than I planned” over and over.

The paths are where the game really messes with your head. Loyal route is still horny as hell, it’s not some PG “good girl” option. You still get anal, toys, a lot of teasing, some proper choking and spanking, dirty talking in your ear, that kind of stuff. It just stays inside the couple and focuses on them waking up again, with Mila taking turns being bratty and then just melting when he finally grows a spine and pins her to the bed. There’s this POV blowjob scene where she keeps eye contact way too long, drool on her chin, and the voice acting has this little breathy laugh that kinda hits harder than the actual cum shot. The NTR and sharing stuff is where it gets nasty though. You get that gross hot feeling in your chest when she walks into a bar in that short dress, pretending she’s “just flirting a bit”, and suddenly there’s a dude’s hand on her ass and you can choose to pull back or… not. Watching her bend over in front of another guy, trying to look confident while she’s clearly embarrassed and turned on, is very much the vibe here. Humiliation, ahegao faces, getting called out for being a slut while she moans louder, all of that. There’s a scene with a footjob on a hotel bed while her boyfriend is on a video call, and if fucked up guilt mixed with arousal is your thing, that one stays in your head after you close the tab.

The art sits in that 2D CG plus AI-touched zone where sometimes her face looks unbelievably hot and sometimes you stare at a detail like a weird toe and can’t unsee it. Animations help a lot though, especially during anal scenes where you actually feel the rhythm and you see her clench and twitch instead of just reading about it. Sounds are hit and miss; some moans are legit good, like the kind that make you pause your Spotify because you want to hear them clear, others feel copy-pasted, but when the VA nails that mix of shame and pleasure, it’s killer. I played super pacifist in a way: always picking the less aggressive options, trying to avoid the full-on “ruin her life” choices, and the story still dragged me into some nasty corruption bits. There’s this one moment where she’s masturbating on the balcony at night, half naked, clearly visible if anyone looks up, and afterward she just goes back inside like nothing happened, fixing her hair while you know she’s soaked. That tiny detail of her wiping her fingers on the curtain annoyed me for some reason and I kept thinking about it, but I also kinda loved that they put it in. The game is basically like that curtain. A little dirty, kind of wrong, but you still keep looking.

This sequel really went all-out with the pregnancy mechanics, and honestly? It's kind of overwhelming in the best possible way. You've got Android 18 getting absolutely railed while Chun Li's watching from the corner, and somehow the game manages to make all these crossover scenarios feel natural instead of just thrown together for horny reasons. Well, mostly natural.

The impregnation content hits different when you're dealing with characters like Saber and Ishtar - there's something weirdly intimate about seeing these powerful figures vulnerable and needy. Momo Yaoyorozu's scenes are particularly intense, especially when she's using her quirk during sex, creating toys and restraints mid-fuck. The developers clearly understood that fans wanted more than just basic vanilla content, because the female domination routes with characters like Midnight and Wu Zetian get genuinely kinky. Pharah's armor stays on during most of her scenes which is both frustrating and incredibly hot somehow.

What really surprised me was how much effort went into the romance progression - you're not just collecting waifus like Pokemon cards, you're actually building relationships that feel meaningful before the hardcore fucking starts. Lusamine's storyline genuinely made me emotional before she was riding my cock and begging for a baby. The pregnancy belly physics are surprisingly well-done too, watching characters like Nami and Caulifla grow bigger as the story progresses adds this layer of consequence that most porn games completely ignore. Some of the orc content from the WoW characters feels a bit out of place compared to the anime aesthetic, but Jaina's scenes make up for any tonal inconsistency. The sound design during the creampie scenes is *chef's kiss* - you can actually hear the wet sounds of cum filling these girls up. Twisted Wonderland fans might feel a bit left out since Malleus only gets like two scenes, but the Dragon Ball content more than compensates with how absolutely feral Vados gets when she's in heat.

It starts with a weird kind of quiet, like you’re waiting for someone to say something they shouldn’t. The first scene pulls you in because it doesn’t even try to be shocking - it just *is*. Anna’s voice has this tone that sits between teasing and sincere, like she’s half‑ashamed of wanting to talk about what she wants. And then you realize, the game isn’t really about her leaving for Italy; it’s about how much you can stand watching her become someone else. There’s a moment where she sends you a photo - nothing too wild - and yet it feels heavier than the later scenes where everyone’s naked. I think that’s the trick: it makes you feel complicit before you even click the next line.

The humor sneaks in when you least expect it. There’s a bit where one of the side characters, can’t even remember his name now, tries to give “advice” about open relationships using a sandwich metaphor that’s absolutely terrible but somehow right. The writing jumps from filthy to tender so fast you almost get whiplash. Sometimes it feels mean on purpose, especially when Shego shows up - yeah, they went full parody there - and suddenly the tone flips again, all green eyes and cruel smirks, leather snapping against skin like punctuation. The game keeps forgetting it’s supposed to be sexy and then accidentally becomes it. One minute you’re laughing, next minute someone’s wrists are tied and you’ve forgotten why you were amused.

I’ll admit, I got weirdly obsessed with the sound design. The moans don’t loop cleanly; they stutter, slightly off‑tempo, and that imperfection makes it more real. There’s a scene with a mirror - voyeur stuff, sure - but what caught me is how the reflection lags a frame behind. Maybe intentional, maybe not. Doesn’t matter. It messes with your head. The pacing’s uneven, some transitions abrupt, but that chaos fits the story. If I could change one thing, I wouldn’t. Or maybe I would, but only to make it worse. Hard to tell anymore.

You wander through this dead, sunburned Egypt where the sand is full of bones and broken tech, and somehow your biggest problem keeps becoming “who am I fucking tonight and how hard.” The game throws you in as this desert scavenger who is supposed to be hunting relics and old-world junk, but every time you push deeper into the ruins you just keep stumbling into more messed up, horny situations. One second you are negotiating with some half-feral tribal girl who wants water, the next second she is on her knees between your legs in a crumbling temple, sand dust falling from the ceiling while she gags on your cock and tries to keep eye contact like it’s some kind of ritual. The story pretends to care about fate, old gods, this artifact that can twist the future and all that, but the real tension is always “do you ruin this person, or do you pretend to be her savior while still using her body.” It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are playing with a broken toy that still smiles at you.

What actually keeps it interesting is how many different flavors of messed up it has. You have girls who melt the second you humiliate them in front of others, being dragged by a collar through a ruined street while people stare. You have this strict, icy woman who acts like she owns you, spitting orders and making you lick her feet, only for you to later chain her up in some underground chamber and fuck her until she cries and drools milk all over herself. One girl is shy and flat, another stacked and leaking, and the game really doesn’t care if you want to turn the whole ruined pyramid complex into your personal harem, breeding them, sharing them with your allies, or letting them “serve” as slaves in some filthy market. Sometimes the sex is slow and almost tender, bodies pressed together on dusty sheets in a half-collapsed apartment, sometimes it jumps into full-on horror, with blood, screaming, and you still hard while something awful drips down her thighs. You get pissing scenes in dirty showers, public use in alleys, group scenes in torch-lit chambers where everybody is sweaty and no one really knows who is fucking who anymore. There are moments where you feel like a monster, forcing a girl to strip in front of her own family, or making a daughter watch what you do to her mother, and the game just lets that hang there, no hand holding, no “good boy” message, just your choices and the way these broken people cling to you anyway. Then five minutes later you are clicking through some dialog that feels like it came from a hentai shitpost and laughing because it is so blunt and stupid. It is rough, filthy, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough, but it sticks in your head like the taste of sweat and sand on someone’s skin.

Guy sees one weird ad on his phone, taps it like an idiot, and suddenly his whole life is tits, rules, and women who talk to him like he’s a toy they bought on Amazon. That’s pretty much the vibe of Femdom Academy. It feels like one of those shady mobile apps that tries to flirt with you in push notifications, except this time the flirting turns into a full school system built around you being the rare guy in a country full of horny, bossy women who think “consent form” is just a warm up. The setting is this strict academy where you’re the male transfer student, and every hallway is a trap. You’re staring up at teachers with big tits pressed against the desk, classmates who pretend to be sweet girls but tighten the metaphorical collar the second you say something stupid, and prefect-types who show up after classes to check if you did your “obedience homework”. Half the time you’re trying to be smooth and spit some pickup line like you’re on Bumble, half the time you’re on your knees wondering how the hell a math quiz turned into a blowjob test with a vibrator involved.

What I liked a lot is how the game actually lets you mess up your “game”. You try to be charming, throw out a line you’d use on Tinder, and instead of a cheesy romance answer you get a sharp smile and, boom, she’s pushing your head right into her thigh and telling you exactly how you’re going to make up for that cheesy shit. There’s this scene in a study room, for example, where you can try to compliment a girl’s ass in a cocky way. If you aim it right, she leans back in her chair, spreads her legs slow, pulls a toy from her bag like it’s just a pen, and starts teasing herself while making you watch. If you aim it wrong, she calls over another girl, they both sit on your face one after the other and keep talking about your “presentation skills” like it’s a normal group project. The whole POV thing hits harder here because the camera keeps you low, looking up at their thighs, their hands in your hair, drool and lipstick and that slight cruel smile when they know they’ve got you. There’s a lesbian angle running in the background too, some girls playing with each other while using you as furniture, and you catch tiny glimpses of jealousy or softness when they think you’re not looking. But every time you think “oh, she’s actually nice”, she tightens a collar, grabs your chin and makes you hold eye contact while she uses a vibrator on you until your legs shake. It’s rough, a bit crazy, sometimes emotional in a weird way, and very obviously about you being the rare dick in a world of confident women who want everything from handjobs in the locker room to full-on group scenes in the dorm, on their terms, at their pace, with your role locked in as the willing, horny, slightly overwhelmed toy who keeps coming back for more.

Didn’t expect a parody game about cartoon moms and princesses to hit that weird sweet spot between trashy and oddly sincere, but here we are. It starts all innocent - bright colors, the kind of smooth animation that screams “safe for work” for about five seconds before the camera decides it’s not. The first scene with Violet trying to figure herself out (and failing, spectacularly) caught me off guard. She fumbles, she blushes, she *asks questions* like a real person instead of a scripted puppet. Then Helen shows up, and the tone flips. Suddenly it’s not awkward anymore, it’s charged - like someone turned the thermostat up but forgot to tell the characters. I laughed once, then shut up quick. Didn’t expect to feel anything, honestly.

The transitions are too slow, though. Like, you can feel the kinetic novel format dragging its feet sometimes, holding poses too long between lines. But the writing sneaks up on you - it’s not clever, but it’s self-aware enough to poke fun at itself. Elsa and Anna showing up later? Total chaos. The kind of chaos that makes you question who’s actually in control - the player, the “director,” or the girls themselves just deciding they’re done pretending. There’s one scene - you’ll know when you see it - where everything goes from soft kisses to something much rougher, and you can practically hear the line snapping between “curious” and “corrupted.” And yeah, the POV angles are shameless, but that’s kind of the point. It’s not pretending to be art, even when it accidentally becomes it for a frame or two.

What sticks isn’t the sex (though, okay, the anal bit was animated way too well for a parody). It’s that weird emotional aftertaste - like watching a bootleg Disney ending where nobody gets redeemed, they just get *real*. The soundtrack fades out, the light lingers on sweat-slick skin, and you realize the game never promised catharsis, just exposure. And somehow, that’s more honest than most “serious” adult titles trying to act profound.