Angels Academy feels like someone smashed a horny dating sim into a theology class, spilled porn all over the syllabus, then said “yeah, this is fine” and opened the doors anyway. You play this bratty guy who got shipped off to a religious “last chance” island because he got caught jerking off, which already tells you the tone: no one here is really holy, they just pretend until their pants are off. The whole place is this weird mix of strict uniforms, old stone halls, stained glass, and girls with asses and tits that do not belong in a place that talks about purity. One moment you’re nodding along while some pious girl talks about virtue, the next you are watching her blush hard while you stare a little too long when the wind lifts her skirt. The story gives you space to either play the slightly decent guy who teases, flirts, learns how to talk to different beliefs, or the absolute bastard who blackmails, corrupts and turns every “angel” into something far from heaven. It is mostly clicking around the campus, spying where you should not, poking at every shiny icon like a horny raccoon, and then watching what kind of trouble your mouth and your hands can start.

The fun comes from how dirty the game is willing to go while still pretending it has “faith” in the background. There is this high you get when you pull a girl away from the group after some prayer session, close the door behind you, and she goes from “God is watching” to sliding to her knees with your cock in her mouth, drool on her chin, eyes up like she is worshiping something else now. Some scenes play from your eyes only, so when you shove a shy virgin against a locker and just start groping her ass through the skirt, you see her breathing quicken literally in front of you. Or when you push a proud, bossy girl to strip on a balcony where people might look up at any second, and she hates you for making her do it but still spreads her legs wider because you told her to. The tone jumps a lot: one route feels like romance with slow teasing and handjobs in quiet dorm rooms, another is pure humiliation, like forcing some religious honor student to masturbate for you while she whispers prayers that get more and more broken. You can fool around with all kinds of girls, different skin tones, different religions, different kinks, and the game happily lets you be a controlling prick who uses secrets and blackmail to build a harem that looks holy on paper and filthy from your bed. I wish the UI didn’t hide some scenes behind weird skill checks that look like a spreadsheet, but whatever, it still feels good when that one choice you made three clicks ago suddenly turns into a sloppy blowjob in a confession booth with the candles flickering and her faith falling apart on your dick.

This fantasy romp throws you straight into the deep end - you wake up in some demon lord's castle with zero explanation and a very real threat of getting murdered if you step out of line. The premise sounds terrifying until you realize you're basically living in a supernatural harem situation. Your captor might be temperamental and deadly, but hey, at least the other prisoners are gorgeous monster girls who apparently have nothing better to do than chat you up.

The 3D animations are surprisingly smooth when things get steamy, and trust me, they do get steamy. Each demon girl has her own personality quirks and backstory that actually matter - not just cookie-cutter "I'm horny" dialogue. One minute you're having a philosophical discussion about imprisonment, the next you're getting a handjob from a succubus who's genuinely curious about human anatomy. The contrast is jarring but somehow works. What doesn't work is how the male protagonist occasionally sounds like he wandered in from a completely different game, spouting generic hentai lines that clash with the otherwise decent writing.

The castle exploration feels pointless though - you can wander around all you want, but there's really only a handful of rooms that matter. I kept expecting some kind of escape plot or deeper mystery about why you're there, but nope, it's just "talk to demon girls, get sexual favors, repeat." Not that I'm complaining about the sexual content itself - the big-titted demon designs are genuinely creative, mixing traditional succubus elements with more exotic monster features. The handjob scenes have actual technique variety instead of the usual repetitive motions. Still wish there was more plot substance beyond "don't anger the boss lady while you fuck her subordinates." But sometimes simple works.

Game hits you with a gut punch right in the menu. You’re this 25-year-old guy who already had his “happily ever after” and then it just gets ripped away from him. No heroic bullshit, no magical fix, he’s a wreck. First scenes are him looking like a zombie, barely functioning, and I liked that they don’t sugarcoat it. He’s numb, he’s angry, he drinks too much, he makes bad choices, sometimes you just click through like “yeah, I’ve seen this guy on Discord at 4% battery and 0% will to live.” And then, in the middle of all that, the game suddenly drops this tall blonde girl in a tight sport uniform with a ridiculous ass and you realize, okay, this is not just depression simulator, there is definitely some cock therapy incoming. Her tits look heavy in that jersey, jiggle a bit when she leans forward, and I swear the dev has a personal obsession with thighs, because the way those shorts ride up when she stretches before practice? That’s where 30% of my saves went. I kept quicksaving right before dialogue choices just to see how slutty or tender that same scene could go, like switching between two different timelines where you’re either a broken puppy or a horny asshole who still somehow gets rewarded.

Thing is, the sex doesn’t happen in a vacuum. You can feel the main guy still carrying all that grief into every scene. There’s a moment on the bleachers where she’s straddling him, sport top pushed up just enough to show those big tits bouncing while she jerks him off under the night lights, and he suddenly spaces out, thinking of his dead lover, and you get this ugly mix of hard-on and guilt. It’s hot and uncomfortable at the same time, which I kinda loved, even though at one point the pacing goes to shit because the game keeps stopping the dirty talk to drop another sad monologue. You get animated vaginal scenes where her ass fills the whole screen, cheeks slapping, sweat on her back, that little bounce in her ponytail while she rides him on the locker room bench, and then right after that they’re talking about addiction and suicide like you just didn’t have your dick in your hand twenty seconds earlier. The tonal whiplash is nuts. But the small stuff sticks with me: her fingers tightening on his shoulder when he finally thrusts up with some actual energy, her trying to hide how wet she is after “innocent” training, that one shot where the camera lingers too long on the curve of her hip as she walks away and you notice a tiny bruise from earlier practice. I hated how the text sometimes explains things I already get from the visuals, yet I kept playing, saving, loading, chasing slightly different ways to make this broken guy lose himself between her legs again, just to see if he looks a bit less dead inside when he finally comes.

Luciene feels like that hot neighbor you always see through the window on a lazy Sunday, except this time you’re the one stuck inside her house and the walls are a bit too thin and nobody here respects privacy at all. She’s in her early 40s, body that screams “I go to yoga but I also drink wine in the bath,” huge tits, big soft ass that jiggles when she walks from the kitchen to the living room. The game just throws you into her daily life like “yeah, you’re her now, enjoy,” and suddenly every normal thing turns horny as fuck. You’re taking a long shower, thinking about nothing, and then there’s that tiny sound outside the bathroom door, or a shadow moving. Is someone watching? Are you secretly loving it? Do you spread your legs a little wider, just in case there’s an eye in the keyhole? I caught myself dragging time in the bathroom on purpose, stroking her pussy slowly, watching the animation loop, waiting to see if something different would trigger. Sometimes nothing happens and you feel dumb, sometimes one of the “kids” walks down the hall and you get that little rush in your chest like you got caught jerking off with your phone brightness too high.

It’s that kind of slow corruption that feels like water dripping in your head. At first Luciene is just doing chores, folding clothes, vacuuming, sunbathing in that tiny swimsuit that is 100% not made for a woman with that kind of ass, and the camera lingers in all the wrong places. You open the management screen to plan her day, like “ok, today she’ll do some yoga, maybe cook, maybe check her phone,” and it looks so innocent, but you’re actually setting up who can see her and how far you can push her. You want her to stay a good woman, right? Nah, you start testing things. No bra under the shirt. Shorter shorts to clean the living room. Let her bend over in front of someone “by accident.” Then you check her status and see she’s getting more comfortable with being watched, more turned on when she knows someone could be there. It’s like you’re training her to become addicted to eyes on her skin. And yeah, sometimes the game is a bit slow and you’re just wandering around the house like an idiot, clicking the same room three times because you’re sure you missed a jerk-off scene or some voyeur trigger, but that makes the dirty stuff hit harder when it finally shows up. One time I sent her to sunbathe and just left it looping while I scrolled Twitter, came back, and some tentacle monster thing from the pool event chain had grabbed her, wrapping around those thick thighs, sliding between her legs while she’s half pretending to fight it and half grinding on it, and I was like “ok I did not plan this but I’m not pressing skip.” The way she goes from “what the hell” to “fuck, don’t stop” in her expressions feels really good, even if sometimes the animations repeat a bit too much and you start noticing little details instead of the big picture. Like the way her fingers twitch when she gives a handjob, or how her nipples stay hard after a scene even in totally normal locations, like she’s walking around the kitchen after getting tentacle fucked and you just know she’s wet under that dress and nobody else in the room has any clue. Or maybe they do. That’s the part that keeps messing with my head, the constant feeling that everyone is watching everyone and pretending they’re not.

What makes it hit for me is that it never treats Luciene like some clueless puppet. Even when she’s a virgin about certain kinks, she feels like a grown woman choosing to lean into it, teasing on purpose. She’ll “accidentally” leave a door cracked open while touching herself on the bed, hips rolling slow, glancing toward the hallway like she wants a silhouette to show up. You’re the one deciding how many of those moments happen in a day, like some obsessive freak micromanaging her descent. It scratches that yandere part of my brain where I want to control everything she feels, every dick she touches, every monster she lets inside her, but also I get weirdly jealous if I push her too far. I sent her to help one of the guys with something in his room, and it escalated into this intense teasing scene, her sitting on his lap, pressing that huge ass down, stroking him through his pants with this smug look, and I actually caught myself thinking “ok, maybe that’s enough, he doesn’t get more than this.” Which is stupid, because I’m the one clicking all the horny choices. It’s like the game turns you into both the protective owner and the person corrupting her at the same time. And because it runs on the phone too, it’s way too easy to open it on the bus “just to check the schedule” and then suddenly Luciene is in the garden, topless, pretending she needs sun on her nipples for “health,” while some monster lurks on the edge of the property and the house is full of people who might walk past the window at any second. I was sitting there with my screen tilted down like a criminal, watching her masturbate on the lounge chair, fingers circling slow, her face flushed, knowing there’s a non-zero chance someone is watching her from inside the house and she’s getting off on that idea. Honestly it feels less like a normal porn game and more like you’re building your own little pervert ecosystem, where every path leads to someone getting corrupted and exposed and used, and you’re smiling about it because you’re the one who planned the whole day.

Nolan’s life goes to shit in one afternoon. Fired, broke, ego crushed, he runs away to this tiny town that looks like it was ripped out of some cozy postcard, the kind of place where the loudest thing at night is a cricket and someone’s shitty truck. He just wants to drift, jerk off in peace, maybe pull himself together eventually. Instead, he walks straight into a war. A mega-corp shows up with glossy smiles and legal papers, ready to kick everyone out and drill the ground until there’s nothing left but holes and regret. And the most ridiculous part? The one thing standing between the town and total ruin is who he decides to fuck. Not metaphorically. Literally, who he puts his dick in changes the fate of everything.

Every route feels like its own little universe. One evening you’re on a rickety porch swing with the girl who pretends she doesn’t care, her shirt two sizes too small for those massive tits that bounce even when she breathes. She lights a cigarette, complains about the corporate scum, then suddenly she’s on her knees between your legs, mouthing off about “stress relief” while her lips wrap around your cock. The blowjob scene there is slow and messy, with more focus on her expression than any fancy camera bullshit. She gags, wipes spit off her chin with the back of her hand, grins like a brat, then asks you what you’re willing to sacrifice. You click a choice while your dick is still inside her throat. That’s the tone. Plot and porn stitched together so hard they start to feel the same. Another night, different path, you’re in a cramped office drowning in paperwork with the “responsible” woman. She’s got the biggest boobs in the whole game, all tightly packed into a blouse that begs for mercy. She makes you help her crunch numbers for some sneaky legal counterattack, and it’s actually kind of tense, kind of smart. Then, as a “reward,” she closes the door, climbs on your lap, pulls your cock out and presses it against herself while your hand is buried under her bra, fingers squeezing those huge, warm tits. She starts grinding, whispering in your ear about court filings and land ownership while you’re trying not to cum in your pants too early. When she finally slides you in and rides you until you creampie her on her desk, the game quietly shifts a flag in the background that changes the entire endgame strategy. It looks like a porn scene, but the script underneath is doing work.

What really sells it is how low-key rude the game is about your choices. You don’t just pick “good guy” or “asshole” from a menu. You decide whose bed you end up in, how honest you are with them, whether you pull out or fill them up, whether you help with their weird late-night problem or just jerk off alone thinking about their huge tits and fall asleep. There are several moments where the game lets you be a selfish dick in very horny ways. Like the shower scene where she’s already stroking you with soapy hands, water running over those big breasts, and you can either help her wash or just grab her head and fuck her throat until she’s choking on your cum, then pretend you didn’t notice she wanted more intimacy. That tiny click will echo much later when the town is on the edge and she suddenly trusts you less, or more, depending how you handled her. There’s a masturbation scene where Nolan imagines different futures with each woman, jerking himself off while the game quietly branches according to whose face he’s picturing when he finishes. Handjob scenes sometimes feel more loaded than full-on sex, because you’re talking about eviction notices while a soft hand is squeezing the base of your cock, thumb rubbing the tip as pre drips out, and you’re choosing dialogue options that might save or damn your neighbors. It’s horny, yes, but weirdly heavy too. Then again, nothing is really fair when your orgasm is basically a vote.

Daybreak Nightbreak feels like somebody mashed together a horny Mass Effect, a janky management sim and a corruption hentai manga they hid under the mattress. The city of Chios looks normal at first, just your standard modern place where rent is too high and people pretend to be fine, and then you realise there is a whole mirror version of it lurking on the other side, full of cults, monster girls and people who really, really should not be kneeling and calling you “my lord” with their tits out. You start as this kinda awkward guy, a bit of a late bloomer vibe, virgin energy all over him, who accidentally ends up infused with a power that basically turns “building a fanclub” into “building a sex cult”. It sounds stupid, and yeah, sometimes it really is, in the best way. One moment you are doing accounting in a tiny office, trying not to go bankrupt because some megacorp is crushing your small business, and ten minutes later you are in a dark alley, whispering corrupt little “prayers” into a married woman’s ear while her husband is a room away. And of course she’s got her panties soaked and her ahegao face out in about three dialogue choices.

I like how the game pretends to be about “big decisions” and then your biggest decision turns out to be something like: Do I use mind control to slowly twist this shy college girl into an exhibitionist cosplay slut, or do I turn the local milf head of department into my personal worshipping toy first. The sandbox part hits hard because you just wander around town and keep tripping over new scenes. There’s this goblin girl in the other dimension with ridiculous hips and an ass that moves like it has its own gravity well, and the first time you get her on your lap, she’s grinding in your office chair while asking nervously if “humans really fill girls up that much.” Of course the game gives you the option to breed her stupid with a creampie that drips down her thighs. The animations are rough sometimes, like two dolls humping, but when she’s bouncing, tongue out, drool on her tits and eyes rolled back, you kind of stop caring. Actually, you never cared. And the striptease scenes? There’s this one where a normally classy businesswoman you’ve been carefully corrupting does a half-drunk lapdance for you in a cheap karaoke bar, slowly peeling off her blazer and bra, trying to keep her dignity as she ends up riding your hand under the table, whispering “I’m cheating, I’m so bad” while you finger her until she squirts on the seat. The game just leaves the mess there, no comment.

The corruption feels deliciously slow when it wants to. That college subplot where you go back to campus hits like a twisted nostalgia trip. You start out helping a stressed student with her grades, totally innocent tutoring, then “accidentally” using your power to make her respond a bit too strongly to your touch. Next visit she’s sucking you off in an empty classroom, knees on the cold floor, big doe eyes looking up, lipstick smeared, trying to swallow all of it like she’s cramming for finals. And later you drag her into this stupid cosplay event in the other dimension, make her dress as a bunny girl in front of a small crowd of your followers, and she ends up flashing her pussy to them, moaning while they chant your name like some horny church. It is weirdly romantic too sometimes, buried under all the filth. You can build actual relationships, have soft moments in between the handjobs and public sex. Sitting with a milf on a rooftop, talking about her failed marriage, then quietly sliding your hand under her skirt while she leans on your shoulder, torn between guilt and arousal, might be one of those little scenes that stick. But yeah, then fifteen minutes later you’re using mind control to make her bend over a balcony, tits hanging out, while half the city could technically see you pound her from behind and fill her with a thick creampie she can’t stop leaking. The game swings between “Yakuza-style side story” and “hardcore hentai brainrot” so fast it feels wrong, and that’s kind of why I couldn’t stop clicking.

Tunturico looks like the kind of place where you go in hunting for gold and end up getting your dick worshipped in some forgotten shrine instead. You play this cocky treasure hunter chasing the Sun Treasures, and yeah, there are puzzles and ruins and all that Indiana Jones shit, but the game is very honest about what the real prize is. You wander through this “lost city” that doesn’t feel lost at all, more like it has been waiting just for your horny ass to show up. Every alley feels like someone is watching you from a window, and half the time they actually are, which is where the whole voyeur side kicks in. There is this moment when you’re sneaking through some courtyard at night, pretending to be careful, and then you realize there’s a furry girl on the balcony above, legs spread, just watching you and rubbing herself like it’s her favorite show. You can look away or pretend to be polite, but of course you don’t. You stay. You watch. She knows you watch. The game lets that silence breathe a bit and that actually hits harder than a lot of “in your face” porn stuff.

The furry cast is way hornier than you are, which is honestly kind of nice. You’re the so-called hero, but half the time you’re just being dragged into weird rituals with soft fur on your thighs and a warm tongue around your shaft. One of the early scenes has a fox girl who’s supposed to be guarding some temple gate. She catches you, pushes you against a wall, and starts this slow handjob that keeps getting interrupted by her dumb jokes. She’s cracking up about your “sacred staff” while stroking you way too well, and it’s ridiculous and hot at the same time. When she drops to her knees and starts sucking you off, the game really leans into the sounds and expressions. She pulls away just to laugh at how tense you are, then goes back in deeper. No fake romance speech, just two idiots enjoying each other and it works better than any dramatic love confession. And the thing is, those “romance” bits do creep in, but sideways. You fuck, then you explore the ruins together, then you joke about it, then you accidentally care. The writing plays it casual and stupid, like banter on Discord, then suddenly it hits you with a quiet moment where she’s looking at you a bit too long and you feel something twist in your chest.

The humor is very hit and miss, which is actually part of the charm. There’s one scene where an ancient mural basically looks like badly drawn furry porn, and the main guy comments on it like he’s posting on Twitter, and I laughed way too hard. Then another joke about “sun rods” lands flat, but you’re already getting a blowjob in some dusty archive so you don’t care. The pacing is weird, in a good way. One second you solve a tiny puzzle, pull a lever, expect a hidden door, and instead a secret panel opens and someone inside is masturbating while spying on you. They slam it shut and you can just stand there, imagining what the hell they saw. Later, you actually meet them again, and the game doesn’t make a big deal, it just lets the tension hang while they try to act normal. The adventure vibe stays in the background, reminding you this city has its own rules and everyone here is kind of used to pleasure being part of daily life. Sex is everywhere, but it’s not all dramatic. Sometimes it’s just a quick handjob after a dangerous room, as a “reward” from a companion who pretends it’s no big deal, and sometimes it’s a long, slow oral scene where someone really wants you to remember their tongue. It’s messy, lewd, a little stupid, and very human in that “I came here for treasure and got distracted by hot furry locals” way.

Office job, boring life, same cheap instant coffee every morning, and then suddenly your dick is gone and your ass looks like something from those Twitter thirst posts. That is the vibe here. One day you are this invisible drone in a suit, the kind of guy no one remembers in the elevator, next day you wake up with tits that do not fit your old shirt and the whole city looking at you like fresh meat on sale. It is not some noble magical destiny thing either. It feels dirty and mean in a good way. People around you start pushing, touching, “helping” you adjust to your new body. Some are sweet, some are creepy as hell, half of them want to get inside your pants, the other half want to own you. And you can lean into it. Or pretend you are not into it while your clothes keep getting shorter.

The nice thing is that nothing is clean cut. You can be that shy mess who blushes when a girl kisses your neck in the bathroom stall or let yourself get dragged into a backroom and end the night with smeared lipstick and sore knees. There is this one early scene that sold me: you are in a crowded bar, still not used to walking in heels, trying to keep your new boobs from jumping out of the dress someone “helped” you choose. Some office colleague who barely talked to you before corners you at the bar, offers a drink, hand on your hip, fingers slowly sliding lower. You can shove him off, play along to get something out of him, or just let him use your mouth right there while people pretend not to look. And it is not just straight trashy stuff either. The girls in this game are dangerous. One of the women at work, proper milf with that strict boss energy, takes you “for coffee” and suddenly you are on your knees between her thighs in a locked conference room, her nails in your hair, telling you this is the only way to keep your new position. Felt like someone recorded a Pornhub Premium audition and turned it into a choice. I was lowkey impressed and also annoyed because the text box covers part of her face and it drives me crazy every single time.

It pretends to be a romantic thing sometimes, with all these dating bits and little stats going up, but under the sugar it is pure corruption. The game loves putting you in situations where you say “just this once” and five minutes later you are the office slut everyone gropes when the lift door closes. One path had me playing nice with this nerdy girl who seems harmless, then she shows up in full cosplay at a convention, ropes you into a couple costume, and suddenly she is sliding her hand under your skirt in a crowded hallway, whispering how no one will notice if you stay quiet. Another time I went the total bimbo route, jacking up every sexy option, getting pumped full of “vitamins,” brain getting softer, outfits getting tighter, ending up on my back with a small crowd taking turns while someone records it on their phone. It is filthy, it is messy, text sometimes stumbles like my own ESL brain, and the AI-style art can look a bit cursed on hands if you stare too long, but somehow that fits the whole “your life is spiraling out of control” feeling. I kept telling myself I would play the classy path, no weird power games, no blackmail, and ten clicks later I am signing a shady contract while a guy has his fingers inside me under the desk and my so-called “friend” is snapping pics in the corner like it is no big deal. Anyway, I’m absolutely not addicted, I can quit after just one more scene.

A horny little mess of a game, but in a good way. You start as this very not-heroic guy poking around a warped version of old Greece that looks like someone mashed up a horny mythology book and a Justice League fanfic on Reddit. One minute you’re talking about gods and temples, next minute you’ve got Wonder Woman chained up in what is basically your private sex dungeon, pretending this is all part of some “grand plan.” It pretends to be about strategy and influence, but honestly it’s mostly about how fast you can turn heroines into obedient toys while the game smiles at you like, “yeah, you’re the bad guy, and?” That tone really worked for me. The story acts serious for like three lines, then you’re lining up an anal scene with a legendary amazon and it forgets all about morals.

On phone it actually feels weirdly natural, like a horny text sim that got out of hand. You’re in this loose sandbox where you juggle money, reputation, and girls you’ve broken, and you hop between locations: some temple here, some shady base there, maybe a seedy alley where you catch your next victim in costume. There was this moment where I dragged a certain famous amazon down from her pedestal, literally, by stripping her piece by piece while she still tried to talk about justice. First she’s spitting insults, then your hand is in her hair and she’s on her knees swallowing your cock like she owes you back pay. The transition from proud warrior to cock sleeve feels slow in a good way, but suddenly you’re hitting “titfuck” and “creampie” options and wondering how the hell you got here so fast. And the game doesn’t explain half the mechanics. I just clicked things until she went from “I’ll kill you” to “yes, master” and somehow that felt right for this kind of parody. There’s one tiny UI icon in the corner that keeps wiggling and I still don’t know what it does. I hate it. I will never look it up.

What surprised me most is how often the scenes escalate without repeating the same boring porn beats. One time I forced an amazon to do a slow, humiliating strip in a dusty Greek hall, torches on the walls, her armor dropping one piece at a time. You can choose to just watch and jerk off like some lazy god, or you can walk up, grab her wrists, and turn it into a rough handjob against a pillar while she tries not to moan. Another run I focused more on oral stuff, pushing Wonder Woman to “serve” you on command, mouth open, cum dripping down her chin while she keeps her crown on, like a twisted homage to her superhero look. There’s vaginal, anal, the usual menu, but the fun part is when you mix it with the slavery aspect. Order her to clean up your mess with her tongue after a creampie, then send her back out pretending to still be a champion of justice. The game keeps tossing little sandbox hooks at you, like “send this heroine to work” or “keep her in the cell,” and sometimes nothing happens, sometimes you come back and she’s masturbating in her chains because you broke her too far. Also, the sound is almost nothing and I still wish there was just a tiny sloppy blowjob noise, but whatever, it’s not changing. At least it lets you be a complete bastard in this fake Greek parody world and nobody opens a moral speech balloon over your head.