Aladdin finally getting to be a horny little creep in Agrabah is honestly something I didn’t know I needed until this game slapped me with it. It looks like a dumb parody at first, like some meme you’d scroll past on Reddit while half awake, but then you click one more line, one more choice, and suddenly you’re basically her royal pervert coach. Everything runs on that trainer style thing: you poke Jasmine’s limits, raise stats, push obedience, wiggle around her attitude, and every scene feels like you’re nudging the story into a slightly dirtier fork. The dev clearly watched the original movie too many times and went “yeah but what if the street rat didn’t fix his morals and instead slowly turned the most stubborn princess into his personal pet.” It’s kind of fucked up and kind of fun and my brain hates that combination.

What I liked is that it feels like one of those old choose your own adventure books I read when I was a kid, only now the page numbers lead to blowjob scenes and weird schemes in the palace instead of dragons. You try this dialogue option, she gets offended, you think you messed up, and ten minutes later that same humiliation pops back as a new kink flag and she’s suddenly blushing when you order her to strip for “training.” The writing jumps between stupid internet humor and surprisingly sharp dirty talk, like one moment the genie cracks some fourth wall crap and the next moment you’re making Jasmine crawl on all fours in her room while she pretends she still has any dignity. I wish the game tracked choices even harder, like really remembered tiny stuff from early scenes and used it to punish you later, but I know that’s never gonna happen and it annoys me every time I replay. Also the gold grind and some of the click-repeat actions feel like when you keep doomscrolling TikTok without wanting to, but here you’re just grinding obedience points while your browser has six other tabs open and Spotify is looping the same playlist for the hundredth time. It’s lazy, but I still did it.

There’s a nice corruption curve where Jasmine starts all proud and “I’m the princess of Agrabah, how dare you” and ends up with her tits out, begging for more “lessons,” and somehow the transition doesn’t feel like just a switch flip. She flinches, argues, bargains, then she starts asking weird questions, then she’s testing you back. Some scenes are surprisingly intimate, like when you train her to dance for you, not the public, and you control how rough or soft you go. Next moment you’re selling her out in some shady scenario and laughing at how this is absolutely not the Disney canon. The game doesn’t care if you’re nice or a total bastard, it just quietly adjusts the flavor of the filth. I also kept noticing small jokes in the background that made me snort, like little digs at other trainer games or fans who only care about “big boobs jasmine now.” And then there is this one little thing that drives me nuts: the way some scenes reuse the same line of reaction text, like copy paste, right when I’m most horny and focused. It’s tiny, but it pulls me out every time and I keep thinking the dev will fix it, and they just never do. Anyway, if your brain likes branching choices and your dick likes watching a spoiled princess slowly break and love it, this scratches that itch in a messy, stupid, pretty satisfying way.

Horny little passion project about Loona? Yeah, that’s exactly what this feels like. It’s scrappy, kinda messy, and honestly that’s what I liked first. You start with this broke-ass medical student vibe, trying to pay rent in hell while babysitting Loona’s libido that went totally off the rails because her boss’s bullshit stress. It’s not some super polished corporate porn, it’s more like something a desperate perv coded instead of studying, which hits home for me because I’ve literally sat on Chaturbate with ten open tabs of half-finished stuff and one working toy. Same energy.

You click through scenes like a normal visual novel, but there’s this arousal level thing that keeps creeping up. At level one she’s already spicy, talking rough, tail swaying, giving you those “I’m pretending to be annoyed but I’m dripping” looks. Then, as you push her buttons with your choices and grind through the work week, the game lets you peek behind that bitchy facade more and more. High arousal turns her from snappy goth wolf into “if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to hump the damn couch” and it goes hard on that. There’s a blowjob scene where she pretends it’s no big deal, eyes half-lidded, drool on the shaft, and the dialogue still sounds like she’s roasting you. That mix of insult and need is nice. I mean, annoying. No, nice. I don’t know.

Rent mechanic is simple but kinda mean in a hot way. You go pick shitty jobs in hell to sc*** enough cash or you’re screwed. Sometimes you think “ok, I’ll just spam the easy one for quick money” and then you realize you missed a chance to hang out with her in some sleazy side location and unlock a new scene. Sucks. The game never pauses to explain everything like you’re stupid, it just throws you into choices: work here, flirt there, push her, back off, risk a bad ending or chase the good one where she’s actually… almost sweet? I say almost because she still talks like she wants to choke you with your own dick. In one path she blows you in this cramped room, still half dressed in one of the costumes, and you can see her piercings catching the light. The piercings and outfits are a whole other kink buffet. You’ve got a handful of costumes and extra clothes that don’t fit neatly into a set, so she occasionally shows up wearing some mismatched look that feels like she got dressed in someone else’s room. That’s hot in a trashy Tumblr way.

The costumes aren’t interactive like crazy, but they absolutely change the mood of the scene. One moment she’s slutty receptionist, next she looks like she just walked out of a club where everyone’s on something sticky. I kept expecting one more toggle like “ok now remove just this” and it’s not there, which annoyed me way more than it should. Like, you gave me piercings, now let me obsess over them. Still, some of the best bits are how her attitude shifts depending on how worked up she is. Quiet panting, eye-roll sex, full-on desperate grinding, all built off the same character, not some generic copy-paste model. It actually reminded me of when guys in chat tip like 2 dollars and expect a full custom show, but instead of me getting tired, the game makes *her* the one who’s like “fine, you want more? Then you better earn it.” It feels dirty and personal, while the story pretends to be about “paying rent” like that’s the point at all.

Meet Francis, happily married to Evelyn. You hold down a good position at a large firm, and you juggle a busy schedule loaded with activities. But then one day, everything changes.

You discover your employer has been deceiving you, and the law starts closing in on you. You start to see that Evelyn is far different from the fragile wife you believed.

With money tight, Evelyn starts working a new job, and something about her new gig sets off alarm bells. That new manager of hers is well-known for his charm and lecherous ways.

Everything feels like it’s unraveling fast. Can you handle the truth behind Evelyn’s new job? Are you willing to risk everything to save what you have?

How you respond will change the course of your story. Immerse yourself in a raw game of secrets, seduction, and dangerous liaisons. One wrong step could doom you – how far will you go to protect what’s yours?

Brace yourself for an intense ride where nothing is as it seems. Start the game and choose your path through love, loss, and raw desire.

Loona landing in your lap already pissed off is honestly the best mood for this game. She’s not here to be “waifu of the year”, she’s here to snarl, roll her eyes, flirt like a bitch in heat and then act like it never happened. You get thrown into this weird spot where you’re half therapist, half horny tourist in Hell, trying to explain human dating to a hellhound who could rip your throat out or ride your dick in the same sentence. And it actually feels like a date sometimes, not just porn stuck between dialogue boxes. You’re picking answers, reading her reactions, watching her tail twitch when you accidentally say something that hits her soft side. Next second she’s calling you a perv and asking if you brought condoms, like it’s your fault you have eyes.

Art is what really sold me. Hand‑drawn, dirty in the right way, not that soulless AI mush. Lines are a little inconsistent now and then, and I like that, it feels like someone actually sat there, zoomed in too much in Clip Studio, and forgot to fix a finger. Her expressions go from annoyed little fang gremlin to full-on needy bitch in heat, and the animators really leaned into her being a werewolf type girl and not just “girl with dog ears”. Her thighs look heavy, her hips have that bounce, and when she climbs on top, the camera doesn’t shy away. You see drool, her tits press and deform against you, fur framing the angles, tongue out, eyes rolled back. There’s one scene where she’s riding and mocking your rhythm at the same time, and you get the choice to shut her up by grabbing her throat or pulling her closer for a kiss. Both are horny, just in different ways. The kiss option made her go all shy and then double down harder later, which is kinda hot and kinda annoying because she never admits she liked it.

The romance part sneaks up on you like a drunk text. You start just wanting to see Loona naked in this parody Helluva/Hazbin flavored setup, and suddenly you’re reading this dumb little line where she talks about how in Hell, “dates” usually end in blood or contracts, not cuddling on some crappy couch watching trash TV, and you’re like yeah ok, I’d actually hold this stupid wolf girl’s hand. Then the game hits you with a blowjob scene where she’s glaring up while drool and cum leak from her lips, and the romance melts back into pure porn again. Writing is rough around the edges, some lines feel like Google Translate had a hangover, but it matches her attitude somehow. She curses too much, repeats herself, calls you names, and that fits. I wish there was more slow build before the first sex scene, but at the same time the impatient rush is very “Loona” so it probably won’t change and I’ve accepted that. Still thinking about that one ending where she pretends she doesn’t care you picked the soft options, tail wagging like crazy in the background while she tells you she only did this to “blow off steam”. Sure, girl. Whatever you say.

Sam comes home from a boring business trip and instantly feels that horrible little itch in the back of his skull that every married guy knows but pretends he doesn’t. The house is quiet in the wrong way. His gorgeous newlywed wife is “napping” in the afternoon instead of jumping on his dick like she did last month, her hair all messy, tits pushed against that too-tight shirt that she “only wears at home”. She smiles, but it’s that lazy smile that says she is hiding something and also kind of turned on by it. You play from his side at first, walking around, touching stuff, replaying that lingerie selfie she sent him while he was away. You zoom in like a paranoid idiot and then you see it. Three fingers on the edge of the frame that are definitely not hers. Not female. Not yours. And your stomach just drops in that nice, horny, fucked up way. It’s that kind of game.

The story keeps flipping the knife. You bounce between perspectives and it messes with your brain on purpose. One moment you are Sam, trying to act normal, asking her calm questions while your eyes are locked on her big tits jiggling every time she lies to you. Next moment you’re in her head, replaying what actually happened while he was out of town. The lingerie hits the floor, her huge ass up in the air, face buried in the pillow. There is that full ahegao moment when she completely forgets she is “married now” and just lets herself get ruined. Tongue out, eyes rolled, drool, the whole hentai package, and the worst part is she likes it too much. The game loves corruption. She starts as the cute loyal wife who sends flirty selfies to her husband, then slowly you see her open the door for “just one drink”, “just a little touching”, “just once more” while his texts pop up on her phone and she ignores them because some other guy has her pinned and stretching her in ways Sam probably never did. If you hate cheating, this thing is like emotional self harm. If you enjoy that tight mix of jealousy, arousal, and “I shouldn’t be jerking off to this” shame, yeah, it hits pretty hard.

What I liked is how it plays with you instead of just throwing random porn scenes. Your choices feel dirty. Do you push Sam to confront her early, when you only have that suspicious selfie and her weird behavior, or do you delay it just to see how far she goes down the corruption hole. Sometimes you end up watching your own wife send pics to another man, posing with those huge tits squeezed together for him, knowing that the panties are already wet from what they did yesterday. The netorare angle is cruel in small ways. A bit of lipstick that is not the shade you bought. A small mark on her inner thigh that she says is “from bumping into the table”. You know it’s from teeth. She starts dressing a little more slutty, “for you”, but she is actually training herself to be ready when someone else calls. There are moments where you control the other guy too, lining her up, watching her try to keep her moans down, pretending she still has any loyalty left. She cries, but she keeps fucking. She tells herself she loves her husband while her body sells her out. It is messy, ugly, hot, and weirdly believable for something that looks like a hentai brain fantasy. You get that awful thrill when Sam finally realizes he is not the main character in his own marriage anymore, just the guy paying the bills while his big titted wife slowly turns into someone else’s toy. Not heroic, not fair, just horny, twisted, and way too easy to keep clicking “next”.

I opened Trapfield Hotel expecting cheap jokes, like the kind plastered over the usual porn-jam games that think one good tit jiggle equals writing. But this thing, weirdly, has personality - it doesn’t *care* if you laugh, moan, cringe, or all three. The first scene drops you right into the lobby, naked ego and literal everything else hanging out, and a boss who’s so tall and cocky she might as well have wings. She flirts in that half-mocking way that makes you forget it’s just text on a screen. It’s hot, but not sterile-hot. Like it’s someone smirking behind the monitor, teasing you, waiting for you to mess up your dialogue choice so she can make you regret it with a slap or a forced smile or - well, you can imagine.

Half the time I was laughing though. There’s this bit where you’re delivering towels, and the towel cart bumps into a femboy maid whose breasts bounce like they’re trying to escape gravity. He apologizes three times, blushes, and still finds a way to drag you into the staff room for “training.” The game just *leans* into that ridiculous energy, and somehow it works. It’s obscene and dumb and kind of brilliant. It’s like the dev watched a hundred hentai parodies and then decided to make one that actually feels alive, with just enough self-awareness that it never becomes boring.

Not everything hits - sometimes the dialogue repeats itself, and one room scene had lighting that looked like a fever dream, but maybe that’s on purpose; it kinda fits the corruption tone, like the hotel itself is drunk. The whole thing swings between dominance and submission faster than I can decide who’s winning. I caught myself rooting for the protagonist, then laughing when the milf receptionist literally turned him into her pet for forgetting to clock in. It’s chaotic, wet, over-the-top, and somehow honest, like it knows exactly what kind of filth it’s serving and invites you to enjoy how messy that is. Nothing polished, nothing polite, just raw kink with a wink.

This one feels like scrolling your phone after a breakup, half naked in bed, then suddenly falling into someone else’s messy life and going, “oh shit, that’s me.” You’re this college guy who used to just rot in his room, drowning in cheap snacks and porn tabs, pretending that ghosting your ex and muting half your contacts counts as “healing.” Then basketball drags you back into the light. Not as some heroic sports anime star, more like the dude wheezing on the court, staring at a girl’s bouncing tits in a sports bra and losing the ball because your dick thinks faster than your brain. The game leans into that awkward, horny, slightly cringe vibe. You’re not a smooth sex god at the start. You’re a rebound. For your own life, and sometimes literally for some of these girls who also use you to forget their shit.

The way it mixes horny and emotional is weirdly hot. One moment you’re in a quiet dorm room, just you and this girl with a huge ass squeezed into tight leggings, music low in the background, her hair messy in that “I didn’t plan to get fucked tonight” way. She laughs at something stupid you say, leans in, her tits softly pressing into your arm, and the whole world shrinks to the sound of her breath in your ear. Then the next scene you’re on the court, sneakers squeaking, crowd noise like a fuzzy roar, and you’re staring at the cheerleader with big boobs bouncing in slow motion while you miss a free throw you absolutely should have nailed. The writing loves to drag you back and forth like that. Loving the chaos and then pretending you’re better than it. The harem stuff sneaks up on you too. You start with just trying to talk to one girl without sounding like a Reddit post, and before you know it you’ve got a horny goth chick teasing you, a sweet sporty girl who moans your name when you pin her to the shower tiles, and some bratty college princess who pretends she hates you even while she’s grinding on your lap in a dark party corner. Choices matter, but not in that stiff “good route / bad route” way. More like: do you jerk off alone and text someone after, or do you swallow your fear, go to that date you almost cancel, and end up with her hand sliding under the table, stroking your hard cock while you try not to knock over your drink.

What really sticks is how slow some scenes let things build. There’s this moment where you’re just sitting on a bed with a girl, legs touching. She talks about some stupid fight with her ex. Nothing epic. The lights are low, some indie song plays on her laptop, just a soft background, and you’re watching the way her big breasts move under her loose shirt as she breathes. You feel like a piece of shit for checking her cleavage while she opens up, but the game knows you’re doing it and kind of laughs with you. When she finally climbs into your lap, straddling you, kissing you with this mix of need and hesitation, it feels earned. Like you really crawled out of your slump for this. Then other times it just goes full hentai brain, like “hey, you won the game, here’s a girl with ridiculous big tits riding you until the bed squeaks, moaning so loud you’re sure the whole dorm hears.” And both vibes work. It’s romantic one second, absolutely filthy the next. You masturbate, you fail, you get humiliated and turned on by the wrong things, you pick dumb options just to see what happens, maybe you score big, maybe you crash and burn. It never pretends you’re some perfect hero. You’re just a horny college idiot trying to turn one little rebound into a life where you fuck up less and fuck a lot more.

You know that moment when you’re staring at your screen, cock in hand, thinking “why the hell am I doing this again?” This game basically grabs that pathetic little thought, slaps you with a horny demon girl and goes, “yeah, you are addicted, shut up and enjoy it.” You play this poor bastard who jerks off so much he literally sends a horny prayer into the universe, and instead of a therapist, he gets a whole team of succubi answering the call. Not subtle at all. And it’s not just some random OC girls either, it’s like your private illegal multiverse porn folder came to life. One minute you got this smug redhead spy chick with the gymnast hips and attitude, next moment there’s that stretchy superhero mom whose ass honestly deserves its own loading screen, then you blink and boom, that blonde cosplay girl bouncing on your lap like she’s streaming for OnlyFans. It’s messy and stupid and hot. Mostly hot.

What I like is how the game doesn’t pretend you’re a hero. You’re basically a horny lab rat with “superpowers,” so every new girl you summon is part sex toy, part experiment. The “power training” scenes are just excuses for milking sessions, foot worship marathons, deepthroat practice, all wrapped in this half-serious, half-shitpost story about demons and paranormal deals. You get a new ability and your first thought isn’t “how to save the world,” it’s “how many ways can I make this ninja doctor with huge tits lose her mind on my cock.” The game lets you switch from being a controlling bastard, grabbing hair, forcing throats, filling every hole, to just lying back while some smug princess brat steps on your chest, spits on your tip and makes you say “thank you, mistress” before she even touches you. Sometimes it feels like Pornhub category roulette, but in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends on how you feel about drowning in cum.

There’s this one scene that stuck in my brain way too long. You summon this blue-eyed fire princess with that permanent “I’m better than you” face. She looks at your cock like it insulted her ancestors. You use a mind control ability on her, think “oh nice, she’ll become a soft, obedient girl.” Nah. She drops to her knees, smiles with that evil little smirk, and starts a blowjob that feels like she’s trying to ruin you on purpose. Teeth just barely grazing, hands twisting, drool everywhere, eyes rolled back, then she pulls off and wipes her face with her foot, making you lick her toes clean while she calls you her “pet.” I hated how much I loved that. Also the toes animation? Weirdly detailed. Like, someone spent real life hours on those arches and soles, and I can’t decide if I should applaud them or report them to someone. The only thing that annoyed me was this tiny sound effect in one menu that doesn’t match the click, and it’s driving me crazy every single time, and of course it will never get fixed. Anyway, you go from creampies to bukkake stacks to sloppy titfucks, with girls covered in your cum like it’s some cursed skincare routine, and the game just keeps handing you more universes to corrupt. It’s horny, shameless, a bit broken, and honestly feels like your late-night browser history turned into a demon contract you kinda don’t want to escape.

This one feels like somebody took a regular isekai fantasy story, spilled porn all over it, then just went “yeah, that’s fine” and pushed it out the door. You start as this guy who somehow plays with both light and darkness, like he’s half holy hero and half horny demon, and everything around him is completely fucked. Worlds broken, reality torn, big cosmic mess that nobody is really fixing because everyone is too busy being hot and dramatic. Then, out of nowhere, his own sisters show up as his “unexpected allies” and it goes from epic adventure to “ok, should I actually be turned on by this or should I go confess something” in about two scenes. The game leans hard into this taboo vibe, like the universe is collapsing but you’re still stealing kisses and grabbing thighs in ruined temples while angels are screaming in the sky. It’s not subtle. One moment you’re arguing about destiny and fate, next moment you have someone pressed against a wall, panties around one ankle, while she whispers that she’s not supposed to want this. I was on Chrome on my laptop, had Telegram open on the side, and honestly kept forgetting to reply to people because the story kept throwing new crazy shit at me.

The thing that really stuck with me is how it jumps between romance and total depravity without warning. You’ll have this quiet scene with one sister sitting at a campfire, her hair all messy, talking about how she’s scared of being erased with the rest of the worlds. It’s sweet, kind of sad, you almost feel like you’re in some emotional anime. You choose the “nice” dialogue, she smiles, looks relieved, leans her head on your shoulder... and in the next click she’s on her knees, eyes glossy, calling you “big brother” with this broken little moan that hits you straight in the brain. I actually paused for a second and just stared at my screen like, the fuck did I just agree to. And then there is Lucifer, who should be this scary demon boss, but half of the time feels more like a smug dom roommate who shows up, beats your ass in a fight, pins your MC to the ground and basically goes “you’re not ready to save anything yet, but I might let you touch me if you beg nicer.” The Inquisition girls are no better. They act like they want to burn you for heresy and then end up half naked in some torture chamber asking you to “punish” them for betraying their faith. I wish the choices actually changed more stuff, but at the same time I don’t, because I kinda like getting dragged along this unhinged ride and just seeing how wrong it can get. The animations hit that messy hentai energy where sometimes a leg bends weird or the boobs move like they have their own gravity, but weirdly that makes it feel more raw, not less. I stopped noticing after the third corrupted nun begged me to fill her while the sky was literally cracking open above us and light and darkness were swirling around like some horny apocalypse. I honestly opened it just to kill a few minutes between YouTube and Twitter, and now I’m stuck thinking about a fake sister with tears in her eyes, saying she’d rather let the worlds die than give you up. I hate it. I want more.

Everything looks kind of cheap at first glance, and that’s honestly part of the charm here. You’re this dude who thinks he’s just getting a boring new life, but instead you’re stuck in a tiny place with Ember, your stepsis who talks like she wants to kill you and fuck you at the same time. She’s got that “I’m annoyed at you” face while walking around in shorts that absolutely do not fit the idea of a healthy sibling relationship. The banter hits fast. One minute she’s calling you useless, next minute she’s leaning over you to grab a mug, tits pressing into your shoulder like it’s nothing, and the camera lingers just a bit too long. The AI art makes her expressions kind of uncanny if you stare too hard, like there’s something crawling under her skin, but that actually fits. She looks a little too perfect, like a horny goddess generated by a machine that has seen too much porn and not enough real people. I like it. I hate it. It works.

Then you go to your new job at the model agency, and everything goes from “awkward home porn setup” to “okay, which of these women is going to ruin my soul first.” You’re hired as some systems engineer, but nobody actually cares about your code. Half the time you’re stuck in the office with a busty manager bending over your desk, the other half you’re talking to models with asses so round they look like someone just pulled them out of an image generator with the sliders broken. There’s this one moment early on where you’re checking security footage for clues about the missing model, Mara, and instead of focusing on, you know, the crime, you pause the video because she’s walking past the camera and her tits bounce in this weird but hypnotic way. Like gravity got confused. The scene keeps going, with you pretending to analyze data while the dialogue is basically flirting with doom. It’s very “yeah, I’m trying to solve a mystery, but also I’m extremely hard right now.” By the way, the font on one of the menus is ugly as shit and nobody will care except me, and it annoyed me so much I kept noticing it in every choice popup.

The mystery part sneaks in under the dirty jokes. You’re laughing at Ember calling you a perv, then later you look at a picture of Mara and something is just off in the lighting, like the AI forgot how eyes should reflect light, and suddenly the scene feels cursed. There’s a bit where you’re alone in the office at night, scrolling through model portfolios, and it hits that exact weird mix: half boner, half dread. You open Mara’s profile and it’s all perfectly shaped milf types and big-ass centerfold shots, but then one close-up looks different, wrong, like her smile is stretched by a hand you can’t see. It reminded me of those creepy hentai edits where a normal face suddenly goes full ahegao except here it never fully goes there, it just hovers at the edge. The humor never really stops either; somebody makes a dumb pun while you’re poking around what might be evidence of a crime. It shouldn’t be funny, but it is, and that broken tone actually keeps it interesting. The game basically feels like an eldritch dating sim written by someone who jacks off to big tits and also reads horror threads at 4chan at the same time. Honestly, the sex vibes are more constant than the horror, yet that quiet feeling that something is watching from behind the pretty AI curves never goes away.