Your life imploded because your wife fucked you over in the loudest way possible, and the courts helped her do it. Five years later, you’re older, bitter, technically “free”, and still jerking off to memories of the life she stole. “Whoremonger NTE” drops you right into that headspace. You’re not some anime prettyboy virgin hero. You’re a pissed-off dad with a wrecked past, a dick that still works, and a whole new playground full of people who don’t know who you used to be. The fun part is watching how far you’re willing to push it. You can play it soft at first, like some broken romantic trying to rebuild something normal with shy girls, milfs, even that “untouchable” teacher type. Or you can start taking what you want: use blackmail when you catch someone cheating, twist a horny teen virgin into a slut, let a stressed-out older woman “relax” on your cock, or sit back and just watch first, jerk later. There is a whole lot of teasing before anything happens, and then it just snaps. One route I went from awkward handjob behind the bleachers to her on her knees in an empty classroom, messy blowjob, and she’s the one begging to get creampied, while we both pretend the security cameras are off. Joke’s on her.

The real hook for me is that the game pretends to care about your “soul” while you’re literally corrupting half the cast. There are romance flags, corruption flags, NTR flags, all playing tug-of-war in the background. You catch a girl flirting with some loser? You can walk away, be the “good guy” and maybe get the pure romance later. Or you lean into it, encourage her to cheat, film her getting fucked, and hold that over her. One path had me letting a milf “borrow” my dick because her husband is useless, then on another save I pushed her into lesbian stuff with a younger girl, toys and all, while I was just a voyeur in the corner, dick in hand. The game is not shy: titfucks with both small and huge tits, anal scenes where the sweet girl suddenly loves it rough, footjobs that start as a joke and end with you groaning against a couch, incest tension that goes from “this is wrong” to “ok, just the tip” way too fast. There’s even graphic violence spiking up at weird moments, like the story reminding you this is not some comfy harem VN; shit has consequences, even when you’re balls-deep. And yeah, some scenes drag a bit, like that one long teasing sequence with no payoff where I kept clicking expecting at least a quick handjob and… nothing. Still annoyed about that. But then later the same girl shows up, sits on your lap in public, grinding her big ass on your cock while pretending to help with “homework”, and suddenly you forget you were mad at the pacing. The whole thing feels like someone mashed midlife crisis, school trash drama, gilf fantasies, and dumb hentai humor into one messy save file, then asked you, very politely, how badly you want to ruin everyone.

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.

Chasing Memories feels like someone smashed a horny Pokémon clone, a trashy fantasy light novel, and a half-broken sandbox RPG into one browser tab and said, yeah, this is fine. You wake up with no memories, which sounds dramatic, but in practice it just means you can shamelessly hit on every woman and monster girl you meet without needing an excuse. One scene you’re pretending to care about the mystery of your past, next scene you’re getting a slow, teasing handjob from a smug fox girl who “only does this to relax your mind.” Sure. Totally the***. I was running Discord, Telegram, and the game side by side, trying to answer messages, and every time I alt-tabbed back I had another horny line of dialogue waiting, like the game was judging my attention span. The best part is how it swings between goofy and brutal without asking permission: you’re flirting with a slime girl, she’s all bouncy boobs and playful jiggles, then in combat her animated attack literally splashes into you with this wet sound, and a few encounters later some other monster is getting her torso ripped open in a graphic finish if you decide to play rough. It tries to be sweet and romantic, then casually throws graphic violence on the screen like “anyway, back to the harem.”

The turn-based combat really is Pokémon-brain fuel, but horny. Every monster girl has her own little animated moves, some cute as hell, some actually kind of fucked up. One uses a “charm” style skill that lowers your stats while she strokes your cock with slow loops, the animation lingering way longer than it needs to, and if the status effect lands, your character basically becomes a useless, throbbing mess for a few turns. Another one goes full murder mode with claws and blood, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fuck her or run. The sandbox style stuff is messy in a good way, too: you wander into a dungeon, get a random encounter, maybe it’s just a boring fight, maybe it’s a special girl with a full animated sex scene if you pick the right choices. I got lost in one cave for like twenty minutes just because I wanted to see if the bat girl would actually sit on my face if I picked the most reckless dialogue, and yes, she did, with looping vaginal riding that synced with the battle-style sound effects in this weirdly satisfying way. The harem angle is strong but also kind of trashy, in that mobile-game ad way, which I liked and hated at the same time. Sometimes the AI-generated CG looks amazing, like fantasy porn art you’d save to a hidden folder, and sometimes the proportions are cursed and her hand looks like it belongs to another body, but by the time she’s grinding on your dick and moaning through another animated loop you kind of stop caring. It’s an adventure that pretends to be about chasing your past, but really it’s about chasing the next scene where some monster girl wraps her thighs around you and squeezes until you can’t think about anything else.

There is this mid-level office dude, totally average, not a porn protagonist at all, sitting in his boring open space and realizing his sex life with his hot wife feels like the company PowerPoint template: functional, predictable, absolutely dead inside. The game picks up right in that quiet panic where everything is “fine” but your brain starts scratching at the walls. Instead of buying a sports car he discovers he’s turned on by the idea of other guys touching her. Not some deep romance thing, more like “what if she came home smelling like another man’s cum and I couldn’t stop jerking off about it.” The story leans into that headspace hard. You’re not playing some chad, you’re playing a guy who will spend half a scene zoning out while watching her text someone else, half horrified, half hard, checking his phone screen brightness like it’s going to hide the shame. And the game is very blunt about it: she’s not some vague fantasy cutout, she has a body that looks like it should be in a cheap tab you keep open in Chrome, big tits that strain her blouses, a butt that makes the office chair look like it’s doing something sinful, and a face that flips between sweet wife energy and “I know exactly what I’m doing to you” when she glances over her shoulder during a handjob.

What hits weirdly strong is how the “sharing” doesn’t stay abstract. It starts small, like you suggesting she wear a tighter top to a company drinking party and then trying to act casual when your boss stares at her chest too long. There’s this one moment where you’re walking home behind her and a random black guy passes and she just smiles a bit too brightly. The game zooms that tiny smile, the little animated pause, and you know exactly where the protagonist’s brain goes. Later, when she’s in a cheap hotel room with someone else, her tits bouncing in these jerky little loops, it’s not some soft-focus romance, it’s raw: his hands on her hips, her moaning louder for him than she ever did for you, and you sitting alone, making choices on your phone like some degenerate manager of your own humiliation. Sometimes you encourage her, sometimes you chicken out, sometimes you try to keep it “netorase” and it slips into full-on netorare anyway because she clearly enjoys the new dick more than she “should.” The scenes don’t hide it. You see her hand wrapped around another guy’s cock while she’s on call with you, hear the sloppy sounds, see cum painting those huge breasts that were “yours” yesterday. And the game keeps asking with these quiet little choices: are you still okay with this, or are you lying to yourself while you jerk off to your own heartbreak. It’s messy, horny, animated just enough that her shiver when he pushes in feels way too real, and the whole thing sits right in that uncomfortable place between fantasy and “oh fuck, this would actually destroy me,” which of course is exactly why it works.

Tiny horny wizard kid gets the worst luck and the best luck at same time. One magic screw‑up, poof, he’s shrunk to smurf size and dumped in this village where literally every blue girl has huge tits, big bubble ass and zero real privacy. It feels like walking into a parody hentai version of a Saturday morning cartoon you half remember from childhood, except now the camera actually follows his eyes when he stares at their cleavage. The game doesn’t pretend to be polite. First minutes you’re already peeking through windows, catching a Smurfette grinding a fat dildo, blue thighs shaking, moaning in that cute cartoonish way while the protagonist is outside trying not to breathe too loud. There’s that RenPy click‑through rhythm, you know, but they keep stuffing it with animated loops of boobs bouncing, sticky handjobs, goofy tongue play, so it’s never just text box → static image → next. Sometimes it even feels like you’re scrolling through a very horny WhatsApp gallery made by a perv who grew up on 80s TV.

What I like is how it pretends to be an adventure and then keeps distracting you with groping chances. You go somewhere to “help with chores” and suddenly you’re massaging a Smurfette’s back, fingers sliding lower, grabbing a handful of that big blue ass while she half protests, half pushes back against your hand. There’s a light sandbox vibe, you wander around the village doing random shit, triggering mini scenes, sometimes nothing happens and sometimes you’re getting a sloppy blowjob in a mushroom house while her tits wobble against your thighs. I had one scene where she’s riding your cock, oversized breasts bouncing all over the place, and the camera basically forgets his face exists and just locks on her nipples smearing with drool and cum. Felt like some horny Instagram reel I shouldn’t be watching at work, except with goblin‑ish magic jokes. The parody is a bit all over the place, it misremembers stuff from the original show in a funny way, like it knows the nostalgia but doesn’t really care about being correct. Sometimes that made me grin, sometimes I rolled my eyes, but then a monster girl pops out of the forest, pinning the guy to the ground and teasing his dick with a clawed foot, and suddenly I forget what I was annoyed about. It’s kinda messy, kinda clumsy, but when a blue babe pushes your cock between her tits and starts a wet titfuck while another one watches through a crack in the door, hand in her panties, tongue out, the only real problem is that you can’t climb inside the screen.

Banu looks like that woman you scroll past on Instagram and double tap before your brain even catches up. The long skirt is there, the headscarf is there, the “good wife and mother” branding is there… and then the camera angle drops half a centimeter and suddenly her ass is doing all the talking. The game leans hard into that contrast: strict religious shell on the outside, restless, greedy, horny mind on the inside. You’re not playing some faceless hero here, you’re literally steering her through this mess. You decide if she keeps pretending she’s a saint for Kamil while she’s grinding on the washing machine during “laundry time”, or if she lets the mask slip in front of the wrong man at the worst possible moment. The fun part is how slow it burns. You’re in her head while she tells herself “no” and her hand is already between her thighs. One click she’s whispering a prayer, the next she’s using the family shower head like it’s a custom sex toy she ordered on AliExpress. It all feels sleazy and domestic at the same time, like Pornhub opened a branch in your WhatsApp aunties’ group chat.

What hooked me is how that moral tension keeps wrapping around the straight up filthy stuff. There’s this early scene where she’s pretending to be annoyed by some guy staring at her tits in the street, but the camera just stays on her chest for way too long and the little status numbers on top quietly tick up. You feel the corruption climbing before she even admits she liked it. Later, when Kamil is trying to be romantic and she’s giving him this lazy handjob under the blanket, her mind is replaying another man’s hands on her waist. The game does that a lot: oral on her husband while she’s thinking about the younger neighbor’s tongue; “innocent” house visit that turns into her bent over a table, pussy full and ring on her finger flashing in the light while some other guy pulls her hair. There’s cheating, there’s blackmail, there’s some really mean female domination if you push her into that role, and it never feels like a clean porn route. Everything is a little messy, a little guilty, stained with family photos in the background. When she finally spreads for a creampie from someone who is absolutely not her husband, you can almost hear the prayer beads snapping inside her head. And the worst part? You’re the one who clicked every step that got her there.

Game starts like some sweet high school romance story, all soft colors and cute uniforms, and then five minutes later you’re already thinking “yeah ok, this is going to end with her getting filled by half the class while he watches”. You play as the guy, obviously, and your girl is that insanely kind of perfect type that in real life would have ten dudes orbiting her phone at all times. The sandbox structure is pretty loose: you drag your horny brain around the school, home, streets, random after-class spots, poking at events, checking who is checking her out, trying to push things a bit further each day without crashing everything in one go. It’s not some deep management sim, more like a playground where your jealousy and your dick are fighting for control, and the UI just lets you make bad decisions faster. You get your normal couple stuff, kissing in empty halls, her jerking you off under the desk when the teacher turns to the blackboard, then she “accidentally” forgets to pull her skirt down and you can literally see some NPC just staring at her panties. The game really loves that slow burn where you pretend to be angry at how guys stare at her, but then the event menu quietly hands you an option that basically says “ok but what if you lean into it”.

The sex scenes hit pretty hard when they open up. It uses those AI CGs that sometimes look a bit too polished and then in next frame her hand has like one extra finger hiding in shadow, but you’re already halfway through a blowjob animation so you don’t care. There’s a nice thing going on where early on it’s mostly POV from your eyes, her on her knees between your legs, licking the tip while class is still going on next door, and she keeps glancing at the thin wall like someone could walk in any second. Later, you unlock situations where you’re not the one getting serviced anymore. First time I triggered the locker room scene I honestly thought it bugged, because camera stays behind a crack in the door and she’s inside, sitting on a bench, this random guy “helping” her stretch, his hands going too high up her thighs. She sends you a text like “I think he’s a bit touchy, is it ok?” and the game just drops three options. If you pick the wrong one, next CG she’s already stroking his cock with this guilty little smile, and you’re still stuck outside, jerking off to the keyhole view. There’s a simple thrill in those moments when you feel like you lost control, even if actually you clicked yourself there. Handjobs turn into blowjob “mistakes”, then swallowing, then creampies with her panties pushed to the side in some abandoned classroom where your character is just standing there, pretending this is all part of the plan. Group stuff takes a while to appear, but when it does, the pacing is nasty in a good way: first it’s just one friend “joining for a bit” while she rides you, then suddenly she’s sandwiched, your dick inside while another guy fucks her mouth, and her eyes are rolled up in that way that makes the whole “I’m the boyfriend” thing feel like a joke you told yourself. The game even lets you catch her masturbating alone in your room, moaning other guy’s name by accident, and you get this small choice to confront her or just quietly watch from the door like some creepy voyeur. I clicked “watch”, obviously, and she finished all over her own fingers before half-whispering “I hope he invites me again”. That line stuck more than any fancy animation. The weird part is that between all this depravity, there are still these shy little teasing scenes, like her flashing a bit of bra at lunch or sitting on your lap and just grinding without going all the way, and somehow those almost feel more obscene after you’ve already seen her get a messy creampie from a guy whose name you don’t even remember.

I went into this one thinking it will be just another click sex gallery with some fake “choices”, then suddenly I realize I’ve spent half my lunch break just walking around, talking to people and poking at every little menu like some horny tourist who also really likes spreadsheets. The game throws you in as a male protagonist with way too much freedom for his own good. You’re not dragged from scene to scene, you kinda wander, test boundaries, annoy NPCs, and sometimes you accidentally unlock a blowjob in a place where you just came to check the vending machine prices. It feels messy in that good way, like an old porn folder mixed with a half-finished life sim.

The whole thing is built around this slow, sandbox rhythm. You wake up, decide what to do, who to stalk, who to be nice with, and when to push for something more. One moment I’m checking stats like a nerd in a gacha game, the next I’m getting a lazy handjob on some couch while the girl complains about my earlier choices. The real model AI-style art is weirdly addicting. Sometimes it looks almost like screenshots stolen from OnlyFans with that “I shot this in my bedroom with shitty light” vibe. Other times the faces glitch a bit and it’s like you’re fucking a magazine cutout that moved too much. I actually like that. It feels less plastic than most polished hentai. There’s this one animated scene where she’s riding you, and her hair moves just a bit wrong and I spent a full minute staring like, is this hot or cursed, and then I realized I had already clicked “repeat” twice.

Sex-wise it doesn’t play shy at all. You get vaginal right away if you push for it, but the game really shines when you take your time, tease, piss people off, then somehow still talk them into spreading their legs. The build up makes even a simple blowjob feel earned. There’s this oral scene in a cramped bathroom where she’s on her knees, half annoyed, half turned on, and the animation has her eyes flicking up at you at the wrong rhythm, which kinda makes it even dirtier. Anal opens up later and the game doesn’t pretend it’s tender or romantic. It’s rough, a bit violent in tone, with her swearing at you and then grinding back harder. One anal animation looks like some porn GIF you’d find on a sketchy Telegram channel, and I mean that as praise. Footjob stuff pops up if you chase the right dialogue branches: she pushes you down, heels still on, toes wrapped around your dick, and you’re thinking “why do I like this low-res floor texture so much”. The simulator side of it is not deep like a big RPG, but you feel your choices stacking: say the wrong shit, you get ignored; push the right button, you suddenly have her spitting on your cock behind a locked door. There is violence mixed here and there too, not like gore or something, but rough scenes with slaps, grabbing, that kind of edge that makes the sweet scenes feel strange later.

The pacing is all over the place, in a good way and a bad way at same time. Sometimes you wander too long with no payoff, clicking around the map like a Tinder addict refreshing matches, and nothing happens besides a couple of repeated lines. Then suddenly you stumble into a full animated sequence where she jerks you off, spits on it, then switches to sucking you, then back to hand again, like a porn editor who refused to cut anything. Some conversations are written like a machine trying to flirt, but then one line hits perfect and actually feels human, especially when she teases you for being too eager, or bored, or broke. I had one run where I focused only on being a decent guy, no pushing, no creepy stuff, and I still ended up with her sitting on my lap, grinding, saying she “didn’t plan this today” while the text options quietly pretend you totally did. It’s not pretty in a polished way. Half the UI feels like something a horny coder threw together between Discord messages. But somehow, when you finally pin her to the bed, or when she wraps her feet around you with that half-smirk, everything before clicks in your brain like “yeah, this is exactly the trashy fantasy I signed up for, and it’s taking itself just serious enough to work and not serious at all at same time.”

You are a detective from a small provincial town. Five years ago, your sister Norika disappeared without a trace. The memories of her and your relationship with her still haunt you, but you've lost all hope of finding her. However, the death of your brother and some unexpected news push you to pull yourself together once more. Immerse yourself in a captivating story, investigate the case, and find your sister.
Along the way, every choice you make will have consequences, shaping the storyline and determining the ending. A plethora of charming ladies and captivating H-scenes will keep you entertained.​