This Resident Evil parody throws you straight into Lady Dimitrescu's castle, and honestly? The devs knew exactly what they were doing. You're playing some poor bastard who's gotta survive Alcina's "trial" - which basically means getting dominated by a nine-foot vampire mommy and her equally stacked daughters. The turn-based combat system feels clunky at first, like they copy-pasted it from some RPG maker tutorial, but once you realize the real gameplay is about managing your stamina while getting your face buried in supernatural cleavage, it starts making sense. There's this one scene where Dimitrescu pins you against the wall and the camera angle is just... chef's kiss. The 3DCG models look decent enough, though Lady D's proportions are so exaggerated she looks like she'd topple over in real life.

Combat encounters blend into these weird BDSM scenarios where losing actually feels like winning. You'll find yourself deliberately failing just to see what creative punishment awaits. The spanking animations have more effort put into them than the actual sword fighting mechanics, which tells you where the priorities were. Sandbox elements let you explore the castle freely, groping your way through dark corridors while avoiding or seeking out the various monster girls lurking around. Some of the dialogue during sex scenes made me laugh out loud - not sure if that was intentional. The ahegao faces during climax moments are over-the-top ridiculous but somehow work within this campy horror-porn aesthetic.

What really caught me off guard was how they handled the size difference fetish stuff. Tall vs short dynamics play out in every interaction, from handjobs where your character can barely reach to titfuck scenes that look physically impossible. The harem aspect kicks in later when you're juggling multiple supernatural ladies, each with their own domination preferences. Voice acting ranges from surprisingly good to hilariously bad, but the moaning sounds authentic enough. Fair warning though - the grinding gets repetitive and some animations loop awkwardly.

Jake comes crawling back home with his life completely fucked, and the house basically looks at him like “oh, you thought you were done with us?” The place is out on the edge of nowhere, quiet in that wrong way, where the shadows feel like they’re paying attention. His “family” is there, but they’re not really how he remembers them. The milf who used to worry if he wore a scarf outside is suddenly dressing like she knows exactly how her tits bounce when she leans over his bed. The cute sister-type who used to steal his hoodies now “forgets” to wear pants in the hallway. Everybody’s acting normal and absolutely not normal at the same time. They smile too long. They touch him too casually. They say things that sound caring and then twist right at the end and feel like a threat. Or a promise. Hard to tell with a hard-on.

What makes it hit different is how the erotic stuff is tangled into the horror, not on top of it. One moment Jake is staring at a door that keeps closing itself, hearing breathing on the other side. The next he’s in the bathroom, and the milf is in there already, towel slipping, water dripping down those ridiculous heavy tits, and she just watches him watch her. No “oops, I didn’t hear you come in.” Just silent eye contact and the smallest smirk, like she’s waiting for him to break first. Then later you find out she’s hiding something way worse than a horny mood. A phone he didn’t know she had. Recordings she shouldn’t have. Angry texts from some unknown number that knows exactly where he sleeps and who he’s been touching. There’s blackmail threads crawling through the whole house, everybody has dirt on everybody, and the game likes to tease you with “ok, you can say no here” right when your cock is already screaming yes. And if you push into the more fucked up paths, the netorare and corruption bits hit pretty heavy. Watching the girl you’ve been quietly obsessing over get bent open by something not exactly human, eyes rolled back in full ahegao while you’re forced to watch or even help, is the kind of scene that stays in your head when you’re trying to scroll Twitter later and pretend you’re normal. Some of the supernatural stuff really leans into that: hands that look like yours touching her first, voices in her ear that sound like you telling her to open wider, a futanari “relative” that suddenly shows up in certain branches with a cock that absolutely ruins whoever she gets her hands on. There is one scene where you’re sneaking through the hall at night and catch the milf on all fours in front of a door that should be locked, getting railed by something you can barely see, and when she looks back, her face is half hers, half something else, drool and tears and total sex-drunk ahegao, and she still whispers your name instead of the monster’s. That shit is messed up and hot at the same time, which feels illegal but here we are.

What I kinda love and kinda hate is how petty some of the choices feel. You’re thinking “ok, I’m going to solve this paranormal mystery” and then the game hits you with “do you peek at her showering again or not?” and it actually matters. You ignore her once and later she is cold as ice, you peek too often and the whole vibe becomes exhibitionist on purpose, like she starts leaving doors open just to see how far she can break you. There are lesbian scenes that show up only if you screw up a relationship so badly that the girls stop giving themselves to you and start fucking each other instead, and it lands more like a punishment than a reward. Kind of hurts in that good ntr way, like the game is laughing in your face, telling you “yeah, you had your chance.” The blackmail routes get properly nasty: one of my favorite messed up bits was finding a hidden folder on a laptop, opening a video and realizing it’s your girl being fucked while she keeps saying she’s only doing this so “he doesn’t leak the stuff about you.” Not sure if it’s more horny or humiliating, but I clicked replay like five times anyway. And then some endings flip everything, turning you from scared loser to the actual corrupt thing lurking in the house, twisting the women, parading them half-naked in the living room while anyone or anything can watch. I kept telling myself “ok, that’s too far” while still picking the dirtiest choice every time. My only real complaint is stupid: sometimes a text box covers the exact part of the animation I’m staring at, and it pisses me off more than the ghost stuff. I adjust the window, I click ahead too fast, I miss a line, then I have to backscroll like an idiot. Still, when the game hits one of those perfect horror-sex combos, like hearing scratching on the walls while the milf rides you so hard her tits slap against her chest and the light flickers and something is definitely watching from the corner, all that annoyance just sort of melts into “ok, one more scene, then I stop.” Which is a lie, obviously.

Xweb looks like something a horny creep coded after binging too much Black Mirror and porn parody anime, and honestly that’s the charm. You’re this “Secret User” in a sketchy underground app where strangers send you messed up requests, and you answer them by typing out custom commands, like you’re tech support for perverts and psychos. One guy wants his cheating wife exposed, another wants to stalk an idol with ridiculous tits, someone else is begging you to fix a cursed sex tape that literally kills people who watch it. The UI keeps pinging your phone like Telegram plus OnlyFans plus something that really should get your device seized at airport security. Between answering clients, the story cuts to animated scenes where your choices clearly messed up someone’s life or turned them into your next obsessed toy. It’s not just “click to see boobs” either; the conversations are surprisingly long and filthy, with the girls oversharing way too fast, sending pics that get more hardcore the more you push them. One moment a shy student is asking if it’s wrong to fantasize about her professor, next moment she’s sending you a video of her riding a dildo in the dim light, her huge tits bouncing like it’s a cheap camshow and she keeps whispering your username like it’s sacred. There’s real horny energy in how the text, the voices, and the little animations sync up, even if sometimes the English sounds like Google Translate having a stroke.

Sex-wise the game goes hard into the whole “harem in a horror movie” mood. You’ve got multiple girls orbiting around this Xweb nonsense, each one with their own flavor of messed up. The soft-spoken one with the big ass who “accidentally” leaves her camera on while she changes. The cosplayer with huge boobs who keeps sending you low-angle shots, then later ends up in a corrupted stream where something in the background is not human. Scenes can flip from erotic to creepy without warning. One minute she’s on all fours, moaning while you pound her pussy in some cheap motel with neon light flashing through the window, the next minute the video glitches and her face distorts for a second, like something from a cursed tape, before snapping back while she’s still begging you not to stop. It’s weirdly hot. The vaginal sex is animated in that simple 2D style where everything is about the rhythm: her ass slamming back into your hips, the wet sounds cranked up way too loud, cum filling her and then dripping down her thighs in looping shots that are almost hypnotic. You can tell where the artist spent all the effort: tits and asses wobble, nipples get hard, her expression changes with each thrust, and sometimes it looks a bit off perspective-wise but that just kind of adds to the dirty feel, like you shouldn’t even be watching this. The parody side quietly sneaks in when you recognize archetypes from big anime and mainstream games, but warped, like a “totally not that famous witch girl” with a hat way too big and cleavage even bigger, or a “not that survival horror cop chick at all” who somehow ends up tied to a chair, riding your cock for her life while something claws at the door. Xweb mixes shit that shouldn’t go together: tech support, time travel talk, a hitman looking for you in the real world, and somehow you still end up focusing on one thing: whose tight little virtual hole are you filling next while the entire world apparently goes to hell around you.

This one hits like a fucked up Valentine’s card somebody dipped in blood and spit on. Oridelle is not a “heroine,” she is a girl who died, got dragged back, and now thinks the only reason she exists is to suck off the guy who saved her. That’s the whole emotional center of the game: her on her knees, him on the throne, and you sitting there clicking through that sick loop of “thank you for saving me, please use me again.” It feels almost too intimate sometimes, like reading someone’s horny therapy diary that got infected by a horror manga. The tone flips a lot. One minute she is this soft, almost cute corpse-girl whispering how grateful she is, and three lines later she is giggling like a brain-poisoned bimbo about how her mouth is “perfect for him” and nothing else matters. It is erotic, yeah, but there is this rotten taste under it, like you bit into candy and it was raw meat.

The horror wraps itself around the sex instead of fighting it. Every time she drags herself back to that coffin, body resetting, clothes fixing, face going back to the “normal” Oridelle, it feels like watching a save file overwrite a human being. She goes out, gets broken a little more, comes back, looks the same. Inside she is not the same. You can feel the split getting wider, her real self trapped under this shiny, porn-brain alter ego that thinks being his perfect cocksleeve is holy work. Some scenes are almost boring in how focused they are on his dick and her mouth, and then suddenly one line pops where she begs him to call her by a name he gave her, not her own, and it hits harder than the actual blowjob. The game keeps telling you, quietly, that she is already dead, just not all at once. And still you keep clicking, because the pacing is like a slow, dripping faucet you kind of hate but keep staring at. Sometimes the writing leans too hard into “bimbo talk” and loses that fragile, tragic vibe I liked at the start, but then there is a moment where she hesitates before opening her lips and it all comes back. I wish there was a way to pull her out, to give her a route where she looks at him and says “no,” but the whole point is that she will not. She crawls back, every time, happy to be used, proud of how empty she can become for him, and that is what makes the whole thing stay in your head after you close the tab and pretend you are just going to check Twitter.

Fog rolls in, streets go quiet, and John is just stuck at work with two women he mostly knows from awkward breakroom small talk. That’s the whole vibe here: not some badass hero fantasy, but a guy trapped in an office while the world outside rots in a toxic soup. One second he’s checking his phone, the next the signal dies and the city kind of just vanishes behind this white, angry fog that literally burns skin if you get too brave. It’s weirdly intimate, because when everything outside goes to hell the only thing left to play with is people’s nerves, their fears, their bodies, their need to feel close to someone while it all might end tonight or next week or never. The horror parts hit first, and then slowly the romance and the sex leak in around the edges like the fog under a door, not some instant “you are the chosen dick” story. You feel stuck with Kallie and Laura in this poisoned little bubble, watching them crack, get scared, get horny, get angry, sometimes all in the same scene. It’s messy in a good way. Not every line lands, some conversations ramble, and sometimes John acts like a confused Reddit thread, but that’s also kind of believable.

What really caught me is how often the game lets you just say small shit. Little comments that don’t blow up the plot, they just sit there in the back of someone’s mind. You flirt at the wrong moment and Desire ticks up a bit even while Anxiety spikes, so she might still let you slide a hand under her shirt later, but she’ll shake when she kisses you. You’re nice and soft with her after she has a panic attack and Love crawls higher, which makes the eventual creampie scene feel more like “we might die, please stay inside me” than porn hub speedrun. It’s not all sweet, though. There are moments where the sex is raw and selfish, bodies slamming together on some half-clean office couch or cramped storage room, her moaning while the building around you feels like a coffin. Condoms exist mostly as a suggestion, which the characters ignore whenever the tension finally snaps, and the game leans hard into that risk. You can have a romantic talk, then five clicks later you’re pinning her against a window with the toxic fog just beyond the glass, filling her up because you both need proof you are alive. I wish the UI text was a bit bigger on my phone, but anyway, the story quietly shoves you into this fucked up little family, where trust, lust, fear and love keep shifting around like stats you pretend not to care about while you very much do. Sometimes the pacing drags for a scene or two, then suddenly you’re in a pitch-dark hallway, breathing with her, feeling her hand find your crotch because she wants reassurance in the only stupid way she knows. It’s not subtle. It’s also strangely tender. And then out of nowhere the game just drops a line that feels like a shitpost and you remember people made this on actual computers and not in some cursed fog dimension.

War has already chewed this world up and spat it out, and Dartanian is just tired. His armor’s still sticky with old blood, his nerves shot, and all he really wants is a quiet corner and a warm body that isn’t trying to kill him. Instead he walks right into Ellie, this demon girl with curved horns, ridiculous tits that barely stay inside her top, and an ass that bounces like it’s personally mocking gravity. The game doesn’t waste much time pretending they’re just “allies” either. One minute you’re creeping through some ruined village where you hear faint growls and broken whispers, the next she’s pushed up against a cracked stone wall, lips at his ear, voice purring in that breathy low tone that sounds way too real through decent headphones. The horror vibe is not just visual, it’s in the audio: those distant wet stomps, the sc*** of something long and sharp on stone, and then her sudden gasp when he grabs her by the hips and pulls her close. That contrast hits hard.

The sex is where the sound design actually flexes. Her moans don’t just loop in a lazy way like many mobile smut games. They rise, crack, sometimes cut off when he thrusts too deep. There’s this one oral scene early on where she gets on her knees in a half-collapsed chapel, stained glass broken, moonlight flickering, and when she takes him in her mouth you get this mix of soft sucking, tongue sliding, and faint little muffled whimpers in her throat. It’s messy in a good way, not clean porn-audio, more like someone actually recorded a real blowjob and layered it. When he finally fucks her properly, the wet slap of skin and that squelchy detail between her thighs is so sharp I had to check my volume on Spotify because I thought something else was playing. Her big ass claps every time he drives into her, and you can hear the weight of it. I’m obsessed with that kind of thing and they almost nailed it. Almost, because there’s this weird tiny squeak in one of the looped animations that kept popping up and now I can’t un-hear it. You probably won’t notice, but once you do, it’s cursed.

The monster girls you meet later are where the audio team went a bit crazy in a good way. One has this half-growl, half-pleasure sound when you start fingering her that slowly melts into these broken, needy moans. Another one’s voice cracks when he slides in and she begs him not to stop in this slightly accented way that made me think of some cheap ASMR I fell asleep to once. The romance angle is actually supported by breathing and tiny noises instead of text: Ellie’s breath gets shaky when Dartanian touches her scars, there’s a moment where she’s on top, riding him slow, big tits bouncing in time with the wet smack below, and in between the thrusts you hear the faint tremble in her voice when she whispers that she doesn’t want the night to end. Then five minutes later you’re in some creepy forest, something unseen is stalking you, the wind is howling, branches cracking, and she’s still catching her breath, little aftershocks in her voice. The game feels a bit rough around the edges and some transitions are clunky, but when it locks into that mix of fear, lust, and intimacy, with every moan and wet noise hitting just right in your ears, it honestly doesn’t matter. Turn the music down, put on good headphones, and let the sound carry the dirty parts for you.

Barrowport is the kind of town you scroll past on Google Maps and think, nah, nothing fun ever happens there, just fog and people who smell like wet books. Then this game quietly opens with you being a professor of old creepy stuff, and ten minutes later you’re balls-deep in a girl who literally asked you to ruin her life. It’s like if Silent Hill matched with FetLife and both of them were too horny to say no. The whole thing leans into that “respectable academic with a filthy secret” vibe, like you’re the guy who does dry lectures in the daytime and then goes home to a folder of cursed sex rituals on his desktop between Discord and Steam.

Theresa is the one that really sells it. She doesn’t feel like a generic anime waifu copy-pasted from some asset pack. She’s needy in a way that feels wrong and hot at the same time, the kind of girl who looks you in the eye and says “do worse” when you already feel like you went too far. One minute she’s this shy rich kid, proper clothes, perfect posture, and the next she’s on her knees in a dusty office full of old relics, asking you about your “special research” with her mouth full. And then the game starts pushing corruption on her so hard you kinda forget you were hired for actual work. She wants you to break her, and the story actually lets you do it, not just in “oh no, I’m so bad” dialog, but in stages. First you’re just touching and teasing, then she’s begging for you bare, then she’s the one suggesting risky shit in places where anyone could walk in. There’s a futa/trans angle showing up in the protagonist side too, depending how you read it; the game plays with that in a weirdly casual way, like yeah, you’re packing and cursed and maybe not completely human anymore, anyway put it in her. Sometimes it almost feels like a horny Lovecraft fanfic that escaped AO3 and decided to grow a spine.

The horror side actually works better because of the sex, which I didn’t expect. You’re in these dark halls, old churches, basements full of things that are not supposed to move, and you’re still thinking about how good it felt when Theresa arched her back the moment you slid into her. There are monsters, not just as “oh no fight scene” but as this wet, breathing background noise that sneaks into the erotica. Tentacles brushing thighs, shadows that watch while you’re fucking, relics that hum when you push her over the edge. One scene had me laughing and hard at the same time: you’re supposed to examine this relic, all serious professor mode, and instead you end up using the table it’s on to rail Theresa until she’s moaning loud enough to wake something under the floor. The mystery part kind of stumbles sometimes, like the pacing forgets you might enjoy actually solving stuff and not only pounding your student senseless, but then the game throws a twisted little reveal about what you really are, or why she knew your secret, and suddenly you’re staring at the screen while your dick’s still in your hand. I wish the UI didn’t feel like some half-finished Ren’Py skin someone threw together during a Discord call, but whatever, you’re not here for ergonomic buttons. The fun is in slowly dragging this girl out of her safe world into monsters, cults, and raw vaginal scenes where she asks for more even when she’s already shaking. Take your time, don’t rush her paths, save often, choose the nastier option even when it feels like too much and just let Barrowport swallow you both whole.

You open your eyes in a garden that’s way too pretty for how fucked up you feel. You remember dying… kind of. It’s fuzzy, like that morning after too much vodka when you’re checking your phone and praying you didn’t text your ex. Except now the “ex” is literally your life, and instead of hangover you get a smug angel, a smug demon, and a bunch of confused hot dead people who all like girls, guys, both, neither, or “it’s complicated” in different flavors. They tell you this isn’t Heaven, not Hell, just the Garden hanging out in Limbo, like some cosmic waiting room where everyone’s bisexual or worse. You’re told you can pick your body and gender, like character creation but with the weight of “what the fuck am I actually” behind it. Female, male, futa, trans, something in between, something off to the side. The game doesn’t blink. You can just… exist the way you wish you had when you were alive. That alone hit harder than some porn games ever will, honestly. Then five minutes later you’re flirting with a demon girl who looks like she can ruin your life and you’re fine with it.

What really sticks in my head is how one scene goes from tender to horny to sad so fast it feels wrong, in a good way. You’re sitting under this glowing tree with another lost soul, talking about what you regret from your life. They’re quietly telling you about the first time they realized they liked girls, how they kissed a friend behind a church, shaking and happy and terrified. The garden lights reflect in their eyes, they lean closer, and your choices appear. You can joke it away, you can pull them into this slow, nervous kiss, or you can go full thirsty and grab their hips and push them against the tree. If you go thirsty, the way the writing describes hands sliding over still unfamiliar bodies, the awkward “is this okay” mixed with raw need, feels more real than half the polished porn out there. It’s not just “and then boobs appeared, wow.” It’s messy, people hesitate, someone laughs at the wrong time, it reads like two queer disasters horny in Limbo who never got to be honest when they were alive, so now they’re making up for it in one go. There’s even a moment where they say “I never had sex like this when I was alive” and you can answer “me neither” or pretend you were a huge player. Which is funny, because the game will totally call you out later on that lie.

In between the horny stuff, you’re doing trials, talking to angels that act like burnt-out office workers, demons who act like they run a queer nightclub, and other dead people trying to figure out if Heaven is worth the rules, Hell is worth the chaos, or if Limbo is secretly the best place because nobody really knows what the fuck is happening anyway. Sometimes the tone whiplash gets tiring, like you’ll go from heartfelt talk about dysphoria to a gag about someone’s ass in two lines and it almost kills the mood. There are parts where the pacing drags, especially when a character dumps lore on you about how Eden ended up stuck here and you just wanna go back to worrying if that cute trans boy is into you or only into your “tragic backstory.” But then later, one small choice from an earlier date suddenly changes how a big late scene plays out and you realize oh, okay, it was paying attention the whole time. There are multiple routes and endings, you can flirt with women, men, futas, trans characters, some are soft, some are monsters in a sexy way, some are just emotionally unavailable but so hot you try anyway. It’s not afraid to be horny, but it also doesn’t treat sex like the only reward. Sometimes you get a tender cuddle in the afterlife instead of a full-on scene, and weirdly that feels more intimate. Still, I got annoyed that one character keeps mentioning some specific snack from when they were alive and you never actually see it anywhere. No CG, nothing. That bothered me a lot more than it should have. Anyway, it all feels like a queer afterlife dating mess where you can be a lesbian, a dude, a trans futa, whatever, and still end up kissing under a divine tree while arguing about whether Heaven even deserves you.

God Tier Academy feels like one of those horny power fantasy animes that got drunk, fell into a porn studio and just decided to stay there. You’re this poor bastard with basically broken magic, tossed into a school where every other student could fold you in half by sneezing too hard. Government has your balls in a vice, so you go anyway, pretending to be some kind of undercover badass, when in reality you’re walking plot armor with anxiety and a hard-on. The fun part is how fast things go from “I’m going to die in this hallway” to “I’m getting a sloppy blowjob from a girl who could vaporize a building.” It has that nice mix of fear and horny where your brain’s like: I might get murdered, but at least I’m getting my dick sucked first.

The whole academy is split into the usual ranks, S at the top, D at the bottom, and you’re basically not even on the list. That gives you a good excuse to be the punching bag, the pervy therapist, and the accidental harem magnet at the same time. One moment you’re stuck in a training class, trying not to get turned into a stain on the wall during a mock battle, then after class the same girl who almost burned your face off is sitting on your lap in a locker room, tongue in your mouth, your hand under her skirt, and she’s grinding her huge ass on you like that was the plan from the beginning. The game loves going from serious political shit, like shady higher-ups and secret missions, to you balls deep in some monster girl with tentacles coiling around your legs while she milks you from both ends. And it doesn’t pretend to be classy about it. There’s ahegao faces, messy creampies, spit strings during blowjobs, cum leaking out on the sheets, the whole thing. The 3D look is pretty solid on mobile too, even if sometimes a boob jiggle looks a bit rubbery, but honestly your brain is not in “animation critique mode” when you’re watching a double penetration scene on your phone in bed.

What hit me more than I expected is that it tries to be funny and romantic in between all the filth, and somehow doesn’t completely fail. You’ll be sitting in a cafeteria scene, chatting with this girl who acts all tsundere and smug, teasing you in front of everyone, foot rubbing against your crotch under the table like she’s bored out of her mind. Then later, same girl is whining with an ahegao face while you fuck her from behind in a dark classroom, her tits slapping against the desk, moaning your fake name like she’ll die without your cock. There’s group scenes where two or three girls share you and talk shit to each other mid-oral, like “you missed a spot” while they swap your dick between mouths, and then someone decides to shove a finger in your ass just to see you twitch. There’s also some pretty rough stuff, blood, violence, magic ripping monsters apart, so it leans into horror more than you’d expect from a game where half the UI time you’re just tapping through flirting. And, yeah, the gay content is there too, not some tiny checkbox scene, but actual dude-on-dude heat if you go for it, which I kind of didn’t plan at first, then suddenly I’m watching the MC on his knees sucking off a guy who just saved his life, because of course gratitude scenes get sexual in this place. The story pretends to be about politics and survival, but the real loop is: do mission, almost die, go back to dorm, get a handjob, maybe an anal scene in the shower if you picked the right options, wake up to more drama, repeat. It’s messy, horny, a bit trashy, and weirdly relaxing, like watching a long-running lewd anime on your phone where every episode ends with somebody getting filled, sometimes by monsters, sometimes by classmates, sometimes by more than one at once.