It’s weird how this game feels both filthy and kinda wholesome at the same time. Like, you’re just a farmer, right? Doing your chores, minding your crops, and suddenly there’s this pig-girl princess showing up in your barn acting like she owns the place. She’s spoiled as hell but somehow adorable, rolling her eyes while asking you to “show her how humans do it.” The writing doesn’t even pretend to be subtle - one second you’re talking about feeding pigs, next thing you’re milking something that definitely isn’t a cow. The transitions are janky in a funny way, like the devs knew exactly what they were doing and didn’t care if it made sense. Honestly, I respect that kind of chaos.

The humor hits that perfect spot between dumb and clever. There’s a scene where the royal advisor tries to lecture you about “proper conduct with livestock” while you’re literally hiding behind hay bales with the princess moaning your name. It’s stupidly hot and stupidly funny. And the futa twist? Didn’t see that coming (pun totally intended). The first time it happens, you just stare for a second like - wait, did that just grow? But it works because the tone never shifts into serious mode; it stays playful, teasing, constantly flirting with absurdity. There’s even a lactation gag that somehow turns into a group scene, and by then you’ve stopped questioning logic entirely. You just go with it.

I kinda wish the farmer had more dialogue options though; sometimes he just grunts or blushes when you want him to say something dirtier. But maybe that’s part of the charm - you project your own filth onto him. The art style’s got that soft, round look that makes everything feel warm even when it’s absolute debauchery. And yeah, I laughed out loud when the princess called herself “royal pork” mid-handjob. Who writes that? Whoever they are, they get it. It’s horny, messy, self-aware, and doesn’t apologize for any of it.

You wake up in this crappy motel room that smells like old smoke and cheap cleaner, with faded Jesus on the wall judging the hell out of you, and somehow you’re the “man of the house” now. Except the house is two rooms stacked with religious girls pretending they’re still living in some holy commune instead of next to a vending machine that eats coins. You’ve got Mother Superior with her tight lips and way too calm voice, the younger sisters trying to act all innocent in those modest clothes that really do not hide the tits they’re packing, and an empty bed that never really stays empty because there’s just not enough space and everyone’s broke. You’re supposed to help them “start from the bottom” again, but let’s be honest, after five minutes you’re thinking about a completely different kind of bottom. You talk to them, run their little errands, peek when the bathroom door doesn’t close right, and that’s when you realize this game really wants you to be a creep. Which is good. Religious guilt and horny tension is pretty much the main ingredient here.

The fun starts small. You get those moments where you pretend to be a gentleman but then “accidentally” walk in on a sister changing, and she bends over to grab her panties and you just see this huge ass stretching that thin fabric. There’s a scene early on where you share a bed with one of them “just for tonight, it’s safer that way” and you lie there, pretending to sleep, watching her chest rise and fall under the blanket. Her tits are massive, no joke, the kind that would cause back problems in real life, and at some point your MC just gives up, gets hard, and you get that great slow corruption vibe. She feels your cock pressed between her cheeks, pretends not to notice at first, then there’s that tiny grind of her hips. Nobody says anything, but suddenly you’re getting a soft, hesitant handjob under the blanket while the cross on the wall is right above you. Perfect mix of awkward and filthy. Later, when she gets more used to you, she doesn’t even hide it. She’ll straddle your lap “to wake you up”, those big boobs spilling out, slide your cock between them and give you a sloppy titjob while trying not to moan too loud because Mother’s in the next room. And when she looks up with that half scared, half turned-on face, drool on her lips, you just know she’s done being a virgin in her head, even if she still lies to herself about it.

What really sells it though are the little scenes that go too far and don’t even apologize. There’s one time you catch Mother Superior praying alone, all serious, eyes closed, talking about “guidance” and “purity”, and you just stand behind her a bit too long, staring at her ass under that robe. The game lets you hover there, gives you the option to leave like a good boy, or stay and push it. If you stay, you brush against her “by accident”, hands lingering on her waist, and she stiffens, keeps praying, but doesn’t move away. You whisper something filthier than you should, and she just breathes heavier. A few scenes later she’s on her knees in front of you, that same prayer position, only now your cock is in her mouth, her lips wrapped tight, tears in her eyes from taking it deep. She looks up while sucking, humiliated and aroused, her hands stroking your shaft, a bit of spit running down her chin. The game actually lets you grab her head and fuck her throat hard, and she chokes, drools, and somehow you still see that “holy” vibe in her face. Then you’ve got the younger sister experimenting with toys she bought cheap online, thinking nobody’s watching. You peek from the bathroom crack while she slides a shiny vibrator between those thick thighs, panties pushed aside, mumbling your name without admitting it. Later she begs you to “just help her a little”, which ends with her on all fours on the motel bed, your big cock buried in her ass while she clutches the stained sheets, moaning into a pillow so Father in jail won’t hear her from heaven or whatever. There’s group stuff too, when they finally give up the act, all of them around you, hands and mouths and tits everywhere, one riding you raw, another using her feet on your shaft while the third licks your balls like a good little fucktoy. It’s not classy, it’s not subtle, it’s messy corruption of a whole little “holy” harem in a trashy motel, and that’s exactly the point.

Lena’s voice keeps ringing in my head even after I closed the tab - like an echo that’s not really hers, but mine. She’s drawn to disaster, that much is clear. I kept thinking she’d make a “good” choice, but the game doesn’t reward good. It teases it, then smothers it under sweat and half-whispered apologies. That scene in the cheap motel room (yeah, the one with the red sheets that keep sliding down her thighs) hit weirdly hard. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. Ian’s dialogue there, when he asks if she *feels anything at all* - it’s not written like porn, it’s more like he’s daring her to stop pretending. And then you realize the game’s been daring *you* the same way for the last hour.

There’s a rhythm to the choices, like breathing too fast and then stopping. One moment you’re talking about dreams and gigs and paying rent; next, you’ve got Lena on her knees, warm breath fogging up the screen. The blowjob animation isn’t even the point - it’s how she looks up after, like she’s trying to find meaning in it. I swear that little pause before she wipes her mouth says more about her than any of the branching dialogue trees. But still, there’s something sloppy about the transitions - like it’s all too aware of what it’s supposed to turn you on with. I got annoyed once because the text box covered her chest at the exact wrong time. Then I forgot I was annoyed when she bit her lip and said his name wrong on purpose. Some games talk about corruption; this one feels sticky with it, uncomfortable in a way that makes you stay longer than planned.

By the time the threesome scene rolled around - Lena, the redhead, and Ian with that smug smirk - I’d stopped trying to make moral choices. You just click and watch the mess unfold. It’s romantic and ugly and kind of beautiful in its own broken rhythm. Like you shouldn’t be watching, but you keep doing it anyway because there’s something too human about all that skin and guilt tangled together.

Coming back to this house feels dirty in all the wrong and right ways. Your parents are both gone and yeah, the game throws that at you with a kind of “sorry, shit happens” energy, then casually pushes you toward the front door of the woman who basically helped raise you. Monica opens the door and it hits you at once that this isn’t the “auntie” from your memories. This is a walking porn category: tight dress, heavy curves, ass that probably has its own gravity field, and a smile that clearly isn’t parental. She still calls you “sweetie” like you’re twelve, while her tits are almost falling out. It’s grossly comforting and also horny in a way that makes you feel like you need a priest and a cold shower, but you still click the flirty dialogue because of course you do.

The really fun, fucked up part is how the game plays with who gets a say in all this. You’ve got Monica and her two daughters, who grew up with you like sisters, and now every route is teasing where the line is. One moment you’re having this normal reunion chat in the living room, the next you notice the younger girl bending over in shorts that barely count as clothing, camera angle planted right on her ass, and the game nudges you: stare or look away? You don’t “ask” for consent here, you poke at the system and see how far you can push things without them snapping. It feels like watching your own brain on Pornhub addiction. You get these choices that pretend to respect boundaries, then reward you hard when you quietly ignore them. Peek through the slightly open bathroom door? Of course, the game gives you a juicy CG of her naked and wet, then later acts like the universe forgot you did that. As someone who actually thinks about consent stuff in games, it’s both interesting and a bit fucked, because the story keeps telling you “this is wrong” while the mechanics go “nice job, here’s another panty shot.”

The side characters twist the knife more. There’s this smug neighbor who clearly wants Monica’s attention and talks about her like she’s a prize to win, and the game lets you either out-creep him or play the “good guy” while still spying through windows at night. You get scenes where you “accidentally” walk in on two girls making out, or end up sandwiched between a group of drunk friends grinding on you during a party, and nobody in the story ever really gives a full, clear “yes” in a real-world sense. They’re flustered, embarrassed, teased, humiliated a bit, but somehow always positioned in a way that their bodies say yes even if their mouths say “stop being a perv” for formality. That’s the core kink here: the fantasy that people secretly want you to push them, to nudge past their comfort if you’re just charming enough. Ethically, it sucks. As porn, it’s hot. Those two truths sit together the whole time, like watching a messy relationship on Instagram that you know is unhealthy but you still stalk every story update. Sometimes the game pretends it’s about “romance” and “healing old wounds” and you almost believe it, then it throws you a choice like “grope her in public or stay polite” and, yeah, it knows exactly what site it’s being played on.

The house feels too quiet when Sterling walks in, the kind of silence that sticks to your skin. There’s that smell - old wood, perfume, something faintly sinful like memories that never left. You can almost hear the ghosts of laughter and moans tangled in the walls. Everyone looks at him differently now, not as the kid who ran off, but as the man who came back with a pulse full of tension. The women in this game, they don’t waste time pretending innocence. The so-called mourning period lasts about five seconds before somebody’s hand is somewhere it shouldn’t be. It’s messy, funny, uncomfortable, and hot in that way only forbidden things are. Sometimes you’ll laugh because the dialogue’s ridiculous, sometimes you’ll forget to breathe because a scene just hits that filthy sweet spot between lust and shame.

What I liked most was how it never feels clean. There’s domination that borders on cruelty, soft moments ruined by sudden gropes, a futa scene that goes way harder than expected, and those “oops-I-shouldn’t-watch-this” voyeur bits that make you squirm. Even the humor has teeth; it’s not wink-wink-nudge-nudge but more like someone laughing right in the middle of an orgasm. The harem thing isn’t just numbers - it’s chaos management, trying to juggle jealousy and desire while every woman (and not only women) seems one breath away from breaking the furniture. And then there’s that weird ache when corruption sneaks in, when seduction turns into ownership and you realize you kind of wanted it that way. The sound design helps too: low voices, wet noises that feel too real through headphones, that small gasp when a boundary gets crossed.

It’s not perfect - some pacing’s off, and a few scenes feel like they forgot their own setup - but maybe that’s why it works. Like old VHS hentai, rough edges make it human. It doesn’t pretend to be classy, it just drags you down into the mess and dares you to call it art while your pants are still around your ankles.

Holly’s Summer is that kind of horny mess where you open it “just to check the art” and then suddenly you’re way too invested in two girls making every bad decision possible on a private island. You’ve got Holly, the cute “good girl” who clearly thinks she’s in control of her own story, and Brooke, who has big “I say I’m your best friend but I also kinda want to see you ruin yourself” energy. The setup looks like classic rich-boyfriend summer vacation, private house, quiet beach, you know the fantasy. And then the thieves show up, and the whole vibe just slides straight into dirty, twisted crime porn without even pretending to be subtle. One minute it’s bikini and sunscreen, next minute it’s ropes, hands where they shouldn’t be, and a house full of men who see them as toys, not people.

What I liked is how fast it stops playing nice. There’s no fake heroic rescue tone. The guys are criminals, straight-up, and the game leans into that: groping that ignores consent, “searching” their bodies like they’re looking for stolen goods inside their panties, that kind of thing. It feels like a porn comic turned into a visual story, and yeah, if you know Fernando’s stuff, this is right in that lane: lots of humiliation, the girls forced to pose, kneel, open, suck, obey, with their faces doing that mix of shame and arousal the whole time. There’s one scene where Holly ends up on her knees in front of a guy she absolutely hates, with Brooke watching from the couch, hand tied behind her back, some big dude’s fingers digging into her thigh while he tells her to “act encouraging.” I paused the game there, opened Twitter, typed a whole rant, deleted it, went back and… clicked the filthiest option anyway. The choices mostly push you between “bad” and “worse,” like, do you want Holly to resist and get punished harder, or cooperate and get praised like a good little toy. There’s a bit of femdom flavor too, but twisted: some of the female-led stuff is them being forced into a “dom” role that’s still under male control. Holly made to dominate Brooke, slap her, ride her face while guys watch and jerk off, and you can feel she’s not really on top, she’s just another tool.

The sissy content sneaks up on you. It’s not like, boom, here’s a crossdressing dude from the start. It grows out of the humiliation vibe. One of the guys clearly enjoys breaking people, and you get this path where a softer male character gets dragged into it, forced into panties, made to serve with the girls. They talk to him like he’s just another slut, shove him next to Holly and Brooke, compare their asses, treat him as “the sissy” from then on. It’s mean, it’s hot, and sometimes weirdly funny in a dark way, like when Brooke mocks him but her voice cracks because she’s still choking on cum. Interracial stuff is sprinkled in pretty casually: the game doesn’t do speeches, it just puts Holly between a white thug and a huge black guy and makes her work both, or has the girls humiliated by a mixed group that clearly enjoys turning rich island princesses into shared meat. There’s a lot of focus on female orgasm, not in some romantic way but in that cruel “we’re gonna make you come so you can’t pretend you didn’t like it” style. They edge the girls, deny them, then suddenly push them over the line at the worst possible moment, like Holly screaming in pleasure while she’s being slapped and called a whore in front of everyone. If you’re into soft, cuddly romance, this is the wrong page of the internet. If you want a dirty, criminal-feeling island nightmare where pretty girls get broken, used in groups, forced to dominate and be dominated, and a “sissy” joins the meat parade, this one just crawls into your brain and refuses to leave.

Imagine waking up in a house where every hallway is basically a walking erection test. Three women, all living with you, all built like some artist on Pixiv got drunk and decided gravity is optional. Big tits bouncing when they move from the kitchen to the couch, tight shirts that are trying their best but absolutely losing the fight, and you, the "normal" college guy who is supposed to care about classes while those are just there every morning. Shower running, panties on the bathroom door, someone bending over the fridge for way too long. At first it feels like a typical horny roommate fantasy, but then the day hits a loop and suddenly you are stuck in the same morning wood, over and over, like Groundhog Day with more nipples and less philosophy. Or actually, weirdly, more philosophy, because when you are forced to repeat the same day with the same people, every choice in this game feels less like "which scene do I unlock" and more like "what kind of pervert am I becoming on the 37th try."

The nice thing is how the game lets you slide between being a semi-decent romantic idiot and a full-on touch-her-ass-while-she-is-not-looking bastard. You go to college, pretend to pay attention in class, flirt with students who are technically "teens" in the sense of age but written like hentai archetypes with huge boobs that make school uniforms look like weak cosplay. You can hit the dating routes, send those dumb text messages that sound like something you typed too fast on WhatsApp, and if you play it right, it flips into surprisingly soft moments. Like kissing after a bad exam, or holding hands on the couch while some show drones in the background and her toes are casually running along your leg, and then she just pushes her foot right into your lap and grins. Foot fetish stuff is not just thrown in as one extra scene. It creeps into the routine. Sitting at the table, you feel her heel against your crotch while everyone else talks about midterms. That first time her soles slide over your dick under the blanket, and there is voice acting with that breathy "is this okay?" that obviously means "keep going" and you are there, not thinking about Kant at all.

It calls itself a sandbox and it kind of is, but more like a messy bedroom sandbox where you keep finding new porn mags under the bed. You go from room to room, unlock scenes by doing chores, studying, or just being a little creep at the right time. One morning you help with laundry and end up pressing against her from behind as you "guide" her hands, your fingers brushing her big breasts while pretending to explain something. Another loop, you just stay in the living room, grind some affection points, and suddenly there is a group movie night that turns into accidental groping under a shared blanket, her boobs pressed on your arm, everyone pretending not to notice how close things are getting. The humor hits in weird places, like when a serious confession turns into a joke about how often you stare at her chest, and then two seconds later she just kneels between your legs and takes you in her mouth like this was always the logical next step. Not everything is perfect, some events repeat a bit too much before the hot version unlocks, and there was one time I kept triggering the same "go study" scene and started hating that desk chair on a personal level, but when a milf character leans against the kitchen counter, looks you dead in the eyes, and slowly lifts her top so those huge tits spill free, any annoyance kind of dissolves. The whole loop thing makes every blowjob, every risky exhibitionism scene on campus, every awkward romantic confession feel like a small rebellion against time itself, like yeah, the day resets, but that moment where she wraps her toes around your cock and whispers your name? That feels permanent.

Briggs is absolutely the worst little bastard to put in charge of “bringing justice” to a kingdom, which is exactly why it works. The game throws you into this royal court where the queen is this insanely hot, thick-hipped tyrant with huge tits, zero patience, and even less modesty once you start messing with her. At first she’s all proud female warrior energy, barking orders, talking down to goblins and knights like they are trash under her heels. Then your goblin brain starts turning and you realize the whole palace is basically one big toy box for humiliating her in public. You sneak around, spy from keyholes, watch her bathe, catch her getting dressed, push little pranks that start as “haha funny” and end up as “why is the queen on her knees in front of half the guard with cum on her face.” The escalation is the fun part. It’s not just suddenly hardcore. It slowly slides from teasing and groping to straight up group sex in the throne room, while everybody pretends this is “discipline for the good of the realm.”

What I really liked is how many scenes are focused on her losing status, not just getting fucked. You’re not just clicking through sex, you’re orchestrating her fall. One moment you convince a knight to “check her armor fit” and the guy ends up with both hands buried in her chest plates, squeezing her huge tits while she tries to keep royal composure. Next moment, some noble walks in, sees her bent over a table with a goblin hand under her skirt, and instead of stopping it, he joins. Half of the time you’re basically a pervert director of a humiliation play. Voyeur scenes where Briggs hides behind curtains and you get full view of the queen, flushed and panting, trying to pretend she’s still in control while goblins grope her ass and spread her thighs for everyone to see. And when monsters show up? The tone shifts to this brutal fantasy corruption where big, ugly things pound her hard enough that her expression changes from rage to this broken, wet, “more” look. There’s a scene where she ends up mounted by a beast in the royal garden while the court watches, and by the end she’s begging to be filled, creampies dripping down her legs and into the grass, and everyone just laughs like it’s a show. It’s fucked up, it’s funny, it’s horny, and it never really pretends to be something noble. She starts as a proud warrior queen, she ends as the castle’s favorite toy, and somehow the goblin feels like the only honest one in the room.

You start as this quiet security guy who is clearly paid way too little for how dirty his nights get. Camera feeds, dark corridors, bored scrolling on your phone, that constant low buzz of cheap lights above your head. The whole place feels like it wants to keep secrets, and everybody around you already has one. The mafia angle actually works here, not just as excuse for guns and tattoos, but as this weird family you get sucked into, with people who smile at you while planning how to break someone’s fingers in the next room. It’s the kind of world where “loyalty” means a lot until someone prettier walks in with a better offer or shorter skirt.

The boss’s daughter is where everything breaks open. She walks like she owns not only the club, but your dick too, long before she even touches you. At first she flirts in front of the cameras, knowing exactly which angles you see from the control room. Short skirt, no bra, leaning over desks when she clearly doesn’t need to. She treats the surveillance system like her own private stage. There is a scene where she’s talking to her father in the office, pretending to be this innocent girl, and the second he leaves, she sits on the desk facing the camera, spreads her legs a bit and just stares into the lens like she knows you are about to undo your belt. That slow burn voyeur stuff works better than all the usual instant porn clicks. You feel like a creep. A very happy creep. And then later she acts offended you watched. Of course she knew. Of course she likes it. It’s a mafia world, everyone likes a bit of control, even when they pretend they hate it.

What I didn’t expect is how the game makes “security work” into foreplay. Checking blind spots, timing patrols, figuring out which camera to switch off right before your “meeting” with her in the storage room. One time she drags you into this dim back corridor, hand pressed over your mouth, telling you to be quiet while she jerks you off against a wall, and at the same time you keep one eye on the tiny monitor behind her to make sure no one sees. There is this mixture of panic and arousal that feels very honest, like being hard at the worst possible moment. Then things get heavier. Her idea of fun slides from teasing to choking, collar play, you on your knees between her thighs while her father is literally in the next room talking business. She will suck you off under a desk and then five minutes later act like you are her new bodyguard, ordering you to keep other girls “safe”, when everyone knows you are just checking them out on camera and imagining who will end up on their knees next. There is anal in places where nobody should realistically try anal, facials on floors that never get cleaned, a closed door scene where you hear two women moaning and only see them through a dusty monitor, their legs tangled together while you stroke yourself, too nervous to walk in. Corruption creeps up slowly, one favor at a time, until you realize you are no longer the quiet guard, but the guy coordinating who goes where, who gets tied up, who gets shared. And if you are smart, you’ll take it slow, let the teasing scenes breathe, stay a little longer on each camera, watch how their faces change when they think nobody is looking, then walk in at the worst possible moment and ruin their fake innocence properly.

Hot summer air, sticky skin, that weird mix of bug spray and sweat and cheap shampoo, and this game just leans right into that vibe. It throws you at this half-shitty, half-magical camp where the kids are gone and the counselors are all pretending they’re there to “clean up” when everyone actually just wants to touch someone and finally stop jerking off alone in those squeaky bunks. It moves slow at first, in a horny and awkward way, not in a boring way. You’ve got people sneaking glances at each other while pretending to play cards, one girl pretending she’s not staring at another girl’s ass in those tiny shorts, a guy trying to hide a boner while giving some “safety speech” by the lake. It’s not just instant porn, it’s that build up where you kinda feel like a creep peeking through the cabin window, and you like it. When it finally cracks, it’s not soft at all. One night turns into fingers under t-shirts by the campfire, hands sliding over sweaty thighs, someone daring someone else to strip and suddenly everyone is way too comfortable watching.

The game is super horny about touch. There’s so much groping that feels clumsy on purpose. A hand that lingers too long on sunscreen duty. Someone “accidentally” grabbing a tit when they steady a canoe. A girl who acts all shy then pushes another counselor against a cabin wall and grinds on her like she’s been thinking about it for weeks. Some of the best moments are when people are trying to keep it together and fail. Like one scene where a guy is jerking off in his bunk, trying to be quiet, and you realize another counselor is literally watching from the doorway, not saying a word, just rubbing between her legs and letting him finish without even knowing he has an audience. There’s messy cum everywhere in this thing, not polite at all. Faces, chests, mouths held open, that sort of “oh fuck I didn’t mean to shoot that much” panic that turns into laughter. You get these group scenes at the cabins where it starts as “truth or dare” and ends with everyone half naked, kissing whoever’s next to them, someone on their knees getting their face glazed while another girl sits on a lap and gets spanked until her ass is red and she’s still begging for more. It doesn’t treat kink like edgy shock, more like “yeah, we wanted this for a long time, now we’re just finally doing it.” There’s shy romance too, like two counselors who can’t even say they like each other until after they’ve already jerked each other off behind the mess hall, cum on their fingers and nervous giggles. And then later you get a scene where a bunch of girls make one poor guy strip and stand there hard while they tease him, touch him, talk about him like he’s a toy, and he’s completely embarrassed and loving it. Some stuff you can lean away from, some stuff kind of sneaks up on you, like that moment where a quiet girl who looked all innocent yesterday ends up kneeling in the dirt with strings of cum dripping off her chin while everyone watches. It’s weirdly sweet and filthy at the same time, like all the tension of a real summer crush, but with way more naked bodies and nobody pretending they don’t like being watched.