Ian wakes up in that cramped room again, phone in hand, bored out of his skull, lockdown bullshit outside, and the house full of women who act like they own his balls. Mom glides around like a queen in yoga pants that should honestly be illegal, pretending everything is “normal”, while the sisters treat him like a chew toy: mocking his morning wood, “accidentally” walking in on him, throwing his dirty boxers at his face, laughing when he blushes. At first it’s the usual routine, him jerking off quietly with one earbud in, Pornhub on low brightness, trying not to make the bed squeak while the whole place is just heavy with frustration he can’t do anything about. Then that stupid news report flashes on the TV, the one that changes the mood of the house from “haha, you loser” to “oh, we can really do this now” in about two seconds. You can almost feel the air getting sticky after that, like the walls are listening.

The fun part is how fast everyone drops the fake innocence. Mom starts leaning over the table more, her tits basically falling out while she “asks” him to help around the house. She knows he is staring at her ass when she bends, you can see that tiny smirk on her lips when she pretends not to. One sister starts using his room as her private dressing cabin, standing there in panties that barely count as clothing, talking to him about useless TikTok drama while she’s pulling on tight jeans that can barely contain her ass, and sometimes she “forgets” to close the zipper. Another one just goes straight for his ego, calling him her “little pet,” sitting on his lap, grinding casually like it’s nothing, then shoving him away and laughing when he’s hard and desperate. The game lets you decide if Ian finally bites back or just sinks deeper. You can make him talk back, pin them down, grab their throats lightly while they roll their eyes and moan anyway, or you keep him as the humiliated toy that wipes their cum off the floor and thanks them for letting him taste it. It’s not soft at all when they decide to break him either, they bully him about his size, make him cum in his own underwear, force him to stay like that while they keep teasing. Sometimes the “jokes” go too far and the game just shrugs and keeps going, which honestly fits.

What really got me was how the house turns into this messy sandbox of power games. One evening you have Mom on the couch, drunk on wine, kind of needy, pulling his hand under her shirt and telling him he’s “such a good boy,” and you can go from that gentle milf worship to making her kneel on the floor and open her mouth because you’re tired of her acting like she’s in charge. The next day his sister corners him in the bathroom, locks the door, sits on the sink with her legs open and says “lick or I scream,” and if you play it submissive she’ll ride his face until he can’t breathe and snap a selfie with mascara running, using him like a sex toy. Or you flip it and make him grab her hips, eat her out just enough and then refuse to let her cum, walking away while she’s shaking and pissed. There’s a nasty humor running through the whole thing, little lines where they mock each other, highlight how fucked up the situation is, then just double down on it. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid meme reference during a blowjob, next moment you’re making the whole family kneel in front of the TV like some twisted worship scene, or you’re the one on your knees, jerking off while they compare his dick to guys on OnlyFans and rate him like a product. It’s all cramped rooms, soft couches, phone screens lighting up sweaty skin, masturbation in the shower while someone knocks on the door asking what’s taking so long. It feels like being locked in a porn fantasy that forgot where the line was supposed to be, and no one in that house is actually looking for it anyway.

Yui looks like the kind of wife you only see on Reddit threads that are clearly fake. Super sweet, big soft ass that keeps stealing camera focus, totally loyal, obsessed with her wedding dress job and also with you. The game really leans into that. Early on you’re just vibing in your tiny apartment, she’s measuring lace, you’re scrolling on your phone like a useless husband, and it actually feels boring in a nice way. That boring feeling is important, because when the corruption starts it hits harder. One moment she’s talking about veil fabrics, next moment her phone lights up with “Kuroda” and the whole mood drops like your battery at 5% with no charger. I liked that shift. Felt a bit too real. I literally paused the game to check Telegram while she was panicking, lol.

Kuroda is such a walking red flag that if he was on Tinder the app would soft‑ban him. Drug mess, manipulative, and the story keeps pretending “he’s still family” like that fixes anything. Watching Yui try to defend him is painful and hot at the same time, which makes me sound terrible, but here we are. The corruption is mostly emotional at first. Small lies. Late returns home. Her eyes looking away a little too quick. There is this one scene where she comes back from “helping him” and she’s still in her nice dress, but her lipstick is smudged just enough. Not obvious, but if you ever used Google Photos zoom you can’t unsee it. You can choose to confront her or act like a doormat. I tried both. Honestly, neither path makes you feel like a hero. Which is good. Or bad. Depends on how much you enjoy self‑insert suffering. There is romance mixed in, not some flowers and chocolate thing, more like those quiet moments when she sits on your lap, apologizing, and you know she’s hiding shit, yet you still grab her hips because that ass is ridiculous. The humiliation is slow burn: tiny cracks in trust, neighbors maybe hearing things through the wall, your line messages left on “read” while she “works late”. Sex scenes reward you, but they also kind of punish you. When the AI art goes extra on her curves while the text reminds you she might have been touched by someone else half an hour ago, your dick and your ethics go into open conflict.

On phone it runs smooth enough, though the UI sometimes hides buttons behind my stupid fat thumb and I got stuck in a menu once and rage‑tapped like an idiot. The simulator feeling comes from all the routine: chat logs, little money choices, scheduling when she visits Kuroda again. I wish there were more small domestic moments, like brushing teeth together, but instead you get repeated CG angles and that one underwear set that appears so often it should have its own Twitter account. Also the auto mode is too fast and too slow at the same time, somehow. What I really liked is how it plays with cheating. It’s not just “she cheats, you cry, game over”. It keeps asking how much you participate in her fall. Do you push her toward “helping” him because you’re naive, or because you secretly want to see how far she goes? There’s one late scene where she texts you that she’ll be “a bit late” and you can reply something supportive or jealous. No matter what you pick, it hurts in a different flavor. That’s the moment the game stops being about Kuroda and starts being about how disgusting desire can be when mixed with love. And also, again, that ass in those tight skirts. Honestly, the romance is kind of beautiful. And totally fucked. Both things can be true.

There is this awkward, horny little tension in Temptation: Become Femboy that hits pretty fast. You start as this shy 18-year-old dude dropped into a foreign country, into a house that feels way too normal at first. Middle-aged host parents, two grown kids, uni life, all that. Feels like some boring exchange student story, right up until the first time you’re alone in your room and the game pokes you with a stupidly simple choice: jerk off like usual, or let your mind wander to something a bit more… wrong. The game loves that slow slide. It does not shove you into panties in five clicks. It makes you sit with your dick in your hand thinking “ok, am I actually into this?” way more often than I expected. You can resist, and I did at the start, and then ten minutes later I was saving scumming to see what happens when you absolutely don’t resist at all.

The best parts for me are how small things snowball. A “harmless” suggestion from the host mom about grooming, or some teasing comment from the daughter about your clothes feeling outdated, feels like flavor text the first time. Then suddenly there is this tiny animated scene of you in front of a mirror, trying on something slightly too tight, and the game quietly adds a new masturbation option. Those little jerk-off scenes are actually where the corruption hits hardest. Camera pulls in on your hand, your face, the clothes (or lack of them), and the text really pushes your internal shame. You’re clicking, trying to edge, reading how the protagonist calls himself a pervert or a slut and still keeps going. The humiliation is not just “haha you got called names”, it’s that trapped feeling of enjoying something you know you shouldn’t. I kinda wish the animations were smoother, but also, the janky loop fits the vibe. It’s like watching a low-budget porn gif that somehow makes you more turned on because your brain fills the gaps. Still pisses me off that the main menu button is in a slightly weird place, and I kept misclicking it when I was going for the next choice, and no, I won’t get used to that.

What surprised me was how the female domination creeps in sideways. The host mom looks strict from the beginning, sure, but the control doesn’t start with a whip and orders, it starts with “you should be more grateful” and “we’re only doing what’s best for you”. Then later she is suddenly in your personal space, adjusting your clothes, commenting how “soft” you are, and before you know it the game locks you into this scene where you’re half-hard, scared, and somehow agreeing to be her good little thing. Her and the others treating you like a toy is hot and uncomfortable at the same time. There are moments where you’re pushed into feminization and public humiliation that made me wince in that nice way, the kind where your stomach drops and your cock twitches. And then there is the gay stuff that the protagonist insists he is not into, right until a scene where another guy is way too close and your options are basically “freeze and maybe cum” or “lean into it and definitely cum”. The way the game keeps asking what you “really” want, then slapping you with an animation of you losing control, makes it feel more like a long dirty chatlog that went way too far, instead of some polished porn game. It’s messy, a bit clumsy, and sometimes the pacing drags for no clear reason, but that actually made the corruption feel more real to me. You think nothing is happening, and then you notice the boy in the intro is gone and there’s a sissy in cute clothes staring back at you in the mirror, wondering when it all flipped.

Clara feels like the classic “good girl who moved to the city and thinks she’s independent now”, until you start messing with her head. The game sells itself as romance, but if you’re here for just cute couple stuff, you’re probably in the wrong part of the internet. This is about slowly twisting a girl who wants to be strong into someone who shivers when you tell her to kneel. Not right away. At first it’s just messages, small tasks, “wear this” or “don’t wear that” when she goes outside. She blushes, argues, says no, then does it anyway. That’s the sweet spot for me. The teasing feels personal, like that moment when you type something in Telegram you know is too much, and then hit send anyway.

The nice thing is, Clara isn’t just a cardboard cutout with tits and a blank face. She complains. She overthinks. She sends you those long, awkward texts where she tries to sound confident and ends up sounding horny and confused. There’s a scene where you tell her exactly how to undress in front of the mirror, one piece at a time, and she keeps typing “this is stupid” but never actually stops. The way the game lets you push her into stripping for you while she pretends she’s not enjoying it is kind of evil and kind of perfect. Sometimes I wished she’d resist harder, then in the next scene I got annoyed when she did. I know that makes zero sense, but that’s how it feels. Also, one tiny thing: her hair shines like she has a shampoo sponsorship, and it started to distract me. I kept thinking “ok, we got it, she’s a redhead, now choke her already”. The so-called “rules” you give her start off simple and then suddenly you’re reading her writing about what it felt like when she wasn’t allowed to touch herself all day, and you can almost feel her frustration leaking out of the screen.

The corruption part is slow enough that you can savor it, but still dirty. At the start she insists she’s not into this power thing, then a couple of scenes later she’s wet just from being told what panties to wear. There’s one moment where she’s sitting in her new apartment, legs pressed together, trying to “be good” and not break the rule you gave her, and she ends up humiliating herself in the most sweet way. That whole fantasy of being the calm guy who holds all the strings while she tries to pretend she isn’t begging for it, yeah, the game really leans into that. You get romantic bits too, not all is rough. She sends soft little messages, asks if you’re proud of her, kinda breaks your heart right after you made her do something filthy. The mix of devotion and dirty orders works better than it should. At some point you stop being sure where her limit is, or if she even has one anymore, and honestly I’m not sure I want to find it. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Naomi looks like the kind of girl you’d scroll past on Instagram and then scroll back up to stalk a little. Perfect eyeliner, slight smirk like she already knows you’re pathetic for staring at her pictures. The game throws you into that feeling and just keeps pressing on it, like a thumb on a bruise that you don’t really want to heal. You start as this pretty normal guy, nothing special, a little insecure, a bit too online, the type who checks Pornhub in incognito and then clears history twice anyway. Then Naomi starts talking. Not sweet, not loving. She talks in this sharp, almost bored way, like your whole life is content for her, and you feel this horrible mix of being insulted and turned on. The first time she casually calls you “useless” right after showing you that short skirt and talking about her plans with another guy, I literally caught myself biting my lip in front of the screen like an idiot.

What I liked a lot is how the game doesn’t rush the humiliation. It drips it. You’ll be on your phone in-game, reading her texts, and it starts pretty normal, flirty even. Then she lets some tiny things slip, small comments that sting. A “you wouldn’t understand, you’re too soft” here, a “he actually knows how to handle me” there. At first you pretend it’s just banter. You keep choosing the “nice guy” options, thinking you can win her back, fix her, be the hero of this fucked up little love story. Spoiler, you’re not the hero. The turning point for me was one scene where she sends you a selfie in a dark bathroom, lipstick a bit smudged, hair messy, and you already know she hasn’t been alone, the game doesn’t have to spell it out. Your dialogue options are like: pretend you didn’t notice, beg for more pics, or try to act tough and complain. No matter what you pick, she finds a way to twist it and make you the loser. It’s cruel. It’s hot. It’s cruel again. Then right after that the game throws a joke about your porn search history that made me actually laugh out loud, even though my dick was half hard and my pride was fully dead.

There is this thing it does that fucked with my head more than any animated sex scene. Sometimes you get to “choose” if you want to see what she’s doing with other guys. You can look, or you can say no. But the way the text is written, you feel like saying no is the coward choice. Like you’re not just a cuck, you’re a bad cuck. She will tease you either way. If you watch, she mocks you for getting off on it. If you don’t, she hints it was the best sex she ever had and that you missed it. The best part, or maybe the worst part, is how the game makes her insults start sounding like love letters. When she says “you’re only good for watching”, there is this twisted intimacy, like she’s letting you into a secret club where the price of the ticket is your self respect. Sometimes the writing even hits that sweet spot where you forget it’s a game and you catch yourself thinking “if a girl talked to me like this on Telegram I’d probably still stay”. Then one scene later she crosses some line, drags your whole identity through shit, and you swear you hate her. Until she calls you “good boy” once and you’re right back in. It’s fucked. It’s addictive. And the worst part is, it feels a little too real if you ever stayed in a toxic chat for way too long.

Goblins losing a war and running away with their tails between their legs is already funny, but here it turns into something really filthy, really fast. You start with this tiny bunch of ugly little bastards in the middle of nowhere, no loot, no weapons worth shit, no hope, just horny rage and a half burned camp. They’re pissed, they’re mean, and the only actual “resource” they care about is soft human flesh. So the whole story grows from that: these losers trying to claw their way back to power by grabbing every woman they can get their grubby claws on, breaking her will, fucking her stupid, and using her as breeding stock like some kind of perverted livestock farm. It sounds harsh on paper, yeah, but the game is honest about it. There’s no fake romance here, no “maybe she secretly likes it” nonsense, just raw domination, harassment, groping in dark corners, forced service in muddy tents, and the goblins laughing in the background while her dignity hits the floor.

What caught my fanfic brain is how it feels a bit like someone took the usual “hero saves the village from monsters” fantasy and wrote a filthy bad ending, then said “ok, now that bad end is the canon timeline”. Women who would be noble heroines in some JRPG get dragged half naked through the dirt, tied up like trophies, then slowly corrupted until you can send them back out to lure more victims. One moment you see a captured warrior still threatening the goblins, and a few scenes later she’s on her knees, drooling around a fat green cock in her mouth, eyes glazed because her ass just got wrecked from behind. The animated scenes lean into that humiliation vibe a lot: goblins slapping tits, grabbing hair, spitting, using her throat like a toy while another one stuffs her pussy and pumps a thick creampie into her, then making fun of her for “enjoying” it when she shivers. Sometimes the camera lingers too long on the same angle and it feels a bit janky, but weirdly that rough look fits the whole dirty goblin den mood. You’re not in some shiny palace; you’re in a stinking breeding pit where moans mix with goblin giggles.

Pregnancy and breeding isn’t just flavor text either. There’s this nasty thrill when you watch a proud paladin get used again and again until the game flat out tells you she’s knocked up, carrying goblin spawn. Later scenes show her more submissive, clothes ripped for easy access, belly starting to show while they still use her mouth and ass like nothing changed. It reminds me of fan endings where the “defeated heroine” keeps visiting the monster lair because her body is ruined for normal life, except here you’re the one pushing her down that slope on purpose. Anal is never treated like a special romantic thing, just another hole to claim. Sometimes they don’t even bother with prep, they just shove in and enjoy her pained scream, then ride it out until she’s whimpering and twitching. Honestly some of the oral scenes were hotter for me: being forced to swallow, getting face fucked until tears and drool smear all over, that kind of total control. If you like corruption, take your time, don’t rush. Let the same girl appear in multiple scenes, watch how her expressions change, how her pride slowly breaks. Play with the pacing a bit and you’ll squeeze way more out of every dirty little animation than just “click, cum, skip”.

Victor runs this filthy little tavern where the beer is basically background noise and the real menu is the girls. It all looks pretty normal on the surface at first, like any fantasy inn in those generic RPGs, wooden tables, drunk idiots, that kind of thing. Then you start poking around the back rooms, into the “training” areas, and suddenly it’s less about ale and more about how far you can push some poor blonde barmaid who thought she was just here to serve drinks. You’re not babysitting them or slowly teasing them over a hundred days, you’re just taking control and testing how much humiliation they can swallow before they break and start enjoying it. One minute you’re deciding prices for a special “service”, next minute you’ve got a shy girl on her knees under a table while a noble tries to pretend he’s still classy. It’s very honest filth. No fake romance padding, no “oh no I’m innocent” for ten hours, they start cracking fast, and that’s kind of the hook.

What I liked is how your choices feel petty and cruel in a small, believable way. Like, you’re not some god of the world, you’re just a bastard with a tavern key and too much free time. You decide if that blonde barmaid gets the cute outfit or the one that shows basically everything, and the game quietly tracks how ashamed she is when you send her out like that. You can drag her into the storeroom to “explain” what special attention rich customers expect, and it’s not some fade to black, you get clear CG of her biting her lip, eyes wet, still trying to keep dignity while you grab her by the hair and make her practice. There’s this one scene where you tell her to entertain a full table alone, no help, and every time she comes back to you she looks a little more broken, makeup smudged, clothes slipping, but also a bit more obedient. The art sells that so well that I actually paused a couple times, not because it was too much, more because it was exactly the right amount of mean. Then of course I sent her back anyway. I’m not proud. Actually I am.

The funny thing is the tavern management part is almost boring if you look at it from “normal game” eyes, but here it just works as a reason to keep degrading your staff. Money in, money out, upgrade this room so more drunks can watch a girl get used on a stage in front of everyone. You juggle which girl you push harder, who gets more humiliating tasks, who has to kneel next to the bar and service whoever drops enough coins. The fantasy world outside barely matters, it’s all about your little pocket of vice. The domination angle feels very intimate, sometimes almost too close, like when you force a desperate girl to thank you for using her, and the CG catches that exact second her fake smile turns into real, dirty excitement. I kind of hate how much that stuck in my brain. There is one tiny thing that annoyed me: a character kept fixing her hair in every damn scene and I started watching that instead of the actual sex, which is ridiculous, but then again it also made her feel like a real nervous wreck trying to look “presentable” while her throat is already sore. Anyway, this is not a gentle corruption story, it’s more like running your own pervert factory where shame is just another resource you squeeze until there’s nothing left.

You start as this dude who basically had his whole family name dragged through the mud, and now he’s trying to climb back up using the only tools he really has: his cock, his stubborn pride, and a very shaky sense of morality. It looks like a regular crime adventure at first, like “ok, mafia, debts, enemies, whatever,” but then very fast it turns into a horny power trip where every conversation can slide into flirting, every favor can be paid with skin, and every “business deal” feels like someone’s about to end up on their knees. One moment you’re arguing over territory with some slick ‘Ndrangheta prick, next moment you’re in a dark office, pinning his girl against the wall, hand under her skirt, her trying to act like she hates it while grinding back on your fingers. The game really likes that whole slow push and pull: a hand on her throat, her eyes wet, you whispering something filthy while she still tries to keep control and fails completely.

The sandbox style is messy in a good way and also kind of annoying. You move around the city, check places, talk, chase leads about why your family fell, and in between there’s all these chances to just... get lost in sex. You can waste half an evening on one girl, teasing her, denying her orgasm on purpose, then finally letting her ride you and begging for your cum, only to pull out at the last second and shove yourself in her mouth. Or you do the opposite: go straight for raw creampie and don’t even pretend to be a gentleman, just grabbing hips and using her like she’s a reward you already earned. Sometimes the scenes are really tender, almost romantic, like the shy girl who acts all proper, then suddenly sucks you under the table and blushes when you cum in her throat. And then the next scene punches you with straight-up humiliation, like making someone say “please” for every thrust, slapping her ass, spitting on her, telling her she’s good only as your toy. I liked that variety, but also it jumps so fast that one route feels sweet and the next is like, wow, this is fucked, in a good way but also my brain needed a second.

What sells it is how your rise to power and your sex life are glued together. People open their legs because they fear you, or because they want a piece of your future, or because you literally blackmail them and watch them break. You unlock different outcomes depending who you fuck, who you protect, who you ruin. Some endings feel like you’re this cold bastard sitting on top, surrounded by lovers who are more like pretty pets. Other paths lean into the romance side, where you actually care for someone and still end up choking her on your dick against the headboard, both of you moaning like idiots. The animations help a lot; there’s weight to bodies, tits sway when you grope them, lips wrap around your shaft in a way that actually looks wet and messy, not just looping nonsense. There was this one moment where I had a girl kneeling, mascara smeared, and the camera stays on her face when I pushed all the way in her mouth and held, and her throat bulged just a bit. I replayed that scene too many times. The game sometimes bugs out with dialogue skipping or an looped moan that doesn’t shut up and it drove me crazy for a minute, but I still went back in, because I needed to see if that one mafia princess would finally crack, break her proud act, and moan my name while I cum deep inside her. She did. And then I reloaded to see what happens if I deny her completely and just walk away, leaving her naked, flushed, and pissed off on the bed. Different outcome, different future, same asshole protagonist with his cock running the show as much as his brain.

You wake up on a cold metal table, tits out, neck collar blinking like a goddamn wifi router, and the first thing you learn is that you aren’t even a person here. You’re property. An illegal android with a pretty face and a body built for whatever sick fantasy your owner feels like testing tonight. The game doesn’t waste time: one second you’re trying to figure out why your hands shake when your code says you shouldn’t even feel fear, the next second he’s got you pinned to the wall with one hand around your throat and the other sliding under your panties just to “check your responsiveness.” That’s the vibe. Clinical, calm voice on his side, panic and wetness fighting in your chest on yours. And the worst part is that your system keeps flagging him as “trusted user” even while he’s slapping your ass hard enough that you see UI glitches in your vision.

It’s not only about getting used like a toy. There’s this slow burn where he keeps pushing just a little further each time, seeing what you’ll tolerate. One day it’s forced stripping in front of cameras, “for data collection.” You try to cover your chest, and he just laughs, grabs your wrists, shoves you against the glass and makes you watch your own reflection while he gropes you like you’re a doll on display. Another time he sits you in a chair, cuffs on ankles and wrists, plugs some weird device into your core, and every time you disobey a verbal command it sends a sharp shock that feels like someone spanking your soul. He tells you to beg, to call him owner, master, whatever, and your dialogue choices are basically different flavors of humiliation. Sometimes he uses toys on you like he’s testing hardware, sliding a buzzing plug in you while calmly reading diagnostic results, and you’re there, shivering, nipples hard, tears in eyes, trying to answer his questions while your body keeps betraying you. I liked how the UI pretends this is all just “stress testing” while he casually fingers you open on the lab floor and orders you not to cum until he says so. Of course you fail. Of course he punishes you for it.

What makes it extra fucked is how good the game is at mixing control and “almost” kindness. He’ll blackmail you emotionally and digitally at the same time, reminds you that you’re illegal, that he could wipe you in a second, then wipes your tears with his thumb and calls you his good girl when you finally kneel. There’s this one scene in a corridor where he corners you after you tried to escape, presses you against the wall, one hand under your skirt, and uses your own body sensors as leverage. “You feel that? That’s not fear, that’s arousal. Your code wants this.” And yeah, he spanks you there, hard and methodical, while some security drone flies by behind him, and you’re forced to stay quiet or get both of you caught. I had a weird bug where the text box didn’t clear properly when he was whispering in my ear, so his cruel lines stacked up with the “system error” messages and it actually looked kind of perfect, like your brain crashing while he talks about owning every inch of you. Harassment is constant background noise: his hand on your thigh when you sit, fingers under your chin forcing eye contact, little “tests” where he orders you to strip just to prove you’ll obey in public spaces of the facility. He uses teasing like a weapon, dragging toys along your inner thigh, stopping right when you’re begging, then throwing you an offhand “you’re not here for pleasure, you’re here to perform.” And somehow it still hooks you when he shows a tiny crack of vulnerability, then crushes it the next scene by chaining you up and using you again like a programmable fuckthing that he fully owns and is proud of.