Your life was quite ordinary until the moment you lost your father, after which you and your sister ended up at the orphanage. From now on you are looking for every opportunity to change your life for the better and a mysterious invitation to continue your education at a private school seems like a chance to get out of here. If only you knew where the catch lies...

Thrown into a world filled with secrets and hidden desires, you quickly learn that this school is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Behind the polished facade, students and teachers alike hide twisted motives and unspoken cravings. You’ll need to navigate tricky alliances, seductive encounters, and moral dilemmas that test everything you thought you knew about yourself.

As you dive deeper into this forbidden environment, the lines between right and wrong blur, and your own limits are pushed to the edge. Will you seize this chance to break free from your past and claim control over your future, or will you fall victim to the darker temptations lurking in every shadow?.

Dive headfirst into this raw, explicit tale of loss, longing, and forbidden passion. Will you play it safe, or dare to explore the depths of temptation that this mysterious school holds?.

Island Sun feels like someone took a guilty-pleasure soap opera, locked it in a resort hotel room, and whispered “you can be a bad girl now” in its ear. You play as Wendy, early 30s, blonde, thick in all the right places, with a fat ass that the camera clearly loves way more than her husband does. She’s supposed to be living that sweet island dream with Henry, but it takes like five minutes to realize the real vacation is about how many rules you can quietly break. The whole thing runs like a visual novel on autopilot at first: nice beach, sunny streets, people way too friendly for no reason. Then you notice how often dialogues turn into “innocent” touches, “accidental” gropes, and those camera angles that just stay on her tits for a bit too long. You click “joke back” once and suddenly an NPC’s hand is on her thigh and she’s not pulling away very fast.

The choices hit harder than they look, even when the game pretends they don’t. You get those fake safe ones like “be polite” vs “flirt a little” and you think, ok, nothing wild. Two scenes later that polite option has Wendy drinking with some local dude and you’re watching her slowly slide from shy small talk into doing a blowjob in a dark corner of the resort bar, trying not to ruin her lipstick. Sometimes she resists, sometimes she just… leans into it, and that’s where the corruption part starts to feel dirty in a good way. One moment you’re helping her keep her marriage intact, next moment she’s grinding on a sunbed with a stranger’s hand under her bikini, and she’s thinking about Henry for like half a second before her eyes roll back. I liked that some scenes don’t go full porn right away. You get a handjob behind a palm tree, or a quick suck in a hot tub while the bartender pretends not to see, before the game starts throwing rougher stuff in your face. There’s this one scene in a hotel hallway where a guy just pushes her back to the wall and kisses her like he owns her, and her body gives in long before her brain does. You can shut it down if you want, but it really feels like you’re fighting against the game’s own horny gravity.

What really caught me is how the island itself becomes kinda like a pervy character. You start to recognize places as “oh yeah, that’s where I let the gym trainer pull her bikini top down” or “that’s the spot she kneeled between that muscular guy’s legs and tried to take his whole cock in her mouth while the ocean was behind them.” The resort feels safe on the surface, but every door you click is another chance for Wendy to cheat, or almost cheat, or pretend it was an accident while cum is still drying on her lips. The corruption curve is uneven in a way that feels human. One day she’s acting like a horny slut, swallowing a load in a hotel room while her wedding ring glows in the light, next day she’s blushing like crazy because somebody grabs her ass in the pool and you’re like, girl, after what you did yesterday? Some people will hate that, but I kinda enjoyed that she’s not just instantly turning into a porn robot. Just don’t expect the story to respect your morals too much. You say “I’ll keep her faithful” and then the game hits you with a slow, teasing massage scene where the guy’s fingers slide under her panties in the most casual way, and her moans get a little too loud, and suddenly that promise feels fragile as fuck. By the time you’re making choices about who she spreads her legs for, the island already changed her, and honestly, you probably helped.

The whole thing feels like someone took a trashy discipline fetish manga, threw it on a lonely island, and then accidentally added a half-decent management sim on top. You play as the guy in charge of one of those “special education” facilities where all the washed out students get dumped. On paper it sounds kind of dry, but this place is basically a pressure cooker full of horny, pissed-off young adults who think they’re too old to be treated like schoolkids… and you are exactly there to prove they’re wrong. They sign forms, they pretend they have rights, and then you walk them into a “classroom” that looks more like a club backroom with cameras on every wall and a stage that absolutely isn’t for PowerPoint.

What hit me first is how quickly the tone swings from fake-official to filthy. One moment the game is talking about attendance and study plans, next you’re dragging a lazy student out in front of the others and telling her she can either pass her “oral exam” or spend the night in public detention. There was this scene where I cranked her “obedience level” too fast in the management screen and suddenly the next event had her standing on a table, collar on, being ordered to strip while the rest of the class watches and “takes notes”. The CG there is ridiculous in the best way: her face trying to look tough, body already betraying her, skirt around her ankles and the teacher’s hand sliding up between her cheeks like it’s the most normal thing in the world. They really lean into humiliation, not soft, not romantic, just raw “you’re ours now” energy, especially when other students are forced to watch and join in. It’s not even subtle voyeur stuff; half the time the door is wide open and there’s a security camera light blinking in the corner like a bored pervert.

The management layer is half shallow, half weirdly addictive. You juggle class schedules, “special programs”, budgets, all that. Send this girl to “disciplinary counseling”, throw that one to the group “practice session” in the gym, mark another for a private “consultation” in the teacher’s lounge where the couch is obviously not for sitting. Some days you’re basically running a porn studio disguised as a remedial school. Raise her corruption stat and suddenly she volunteers to bend over the teacher’s desk while two other students hold her wrists, pretending it’s extra credit for teamwork. Push it higher and she’s the one dragging a shy new girl into a locker room, groping her through a half-unbuttoned uniform while laughing too loud because she knows the security staff is watching through that tinted window. I liked how sometimes an event kicks in that you didn’t plan at all, like walking past a classroom and catching a bunch of students “rehearsing” a strip show with desks pushed to the side. You can barge in and take control, or just sit in the dark behind the one-way glass and quietly crank the voyeur options higher. It’s messy, it’s inconsistent, some scenes feel copy-pasted and one of the UI buttons annoyed me so much I kept clicking the wrong thing, but then you hit a night scene where the whole class is lined up on the rooftop, collars glinting in the city lights, getting inspected one by one, and yeah. This game knows exactly what kind of rotten little island it wants to be.

The storm hits, your ship breaks, people scream, and then there is just water in your lungs and this weird calm feeling like you already fucked up your own story before it even started. When you open your eyes again, it’s hot, everything smells like salt and wet earth, and you are lying on a beach between a half-naked friend you can’t wake up and a dark-skinned girl with feathers in her hair who looks at you like she already knows what you will do to her later. That part made me smirk, honestly. The game doesn’t pretend to be “classy” about it. You drag yourself into this hidden British settlement on the island, with people acting strangely polite, like they are hosting some polite tea party while pretending not to stare at your crotch. They tell you your friend is dead. The way the old guy says “No one survives outside the village at night” is so calm it’s creepy, like he is almost hoping you try.

Sex doesn’t jump on you in the first two clicks and I kind of liked that, even if at one point I was yelling at my monitor because the village chief’s daughter kept teasing me with that loose white shirt and soft accent and still nothing. She keeps leaning in, her tits brushing your chest, voice half-whisper, asking about your dreams and fears. You can actually feel her breath in your ear when she promises to “take care of your tension” if you obey the rules. Virgin, my ass. When she finally drops to her knees in that narrow storage hut, with moonlight cutting through the wooden slats and dust floating around, the wet choking sounds are filthy in a very good way. She looks up at you with those “innocent” eyes while drool and cum drip from her lips. It’s not just click and fade to black. The game lingers on her tongue running along your shaft, on the way her throat tightens when you push a bit too deep, like it wants you to feel that tiny cruelty and enjoy it.

The female voices have this low, hungry warmth that sold the whole island mood for me. The Indian girl has this soft, careful tone at first, like she’s afraid you will break, then later she is ordering you to strip and spreading your legs with her foot on your chest. When she rides you in the jungle clearing, cicadas humming around, her ass bouncing in slow rhythm while she calls you “prey”, the mix between danger and romance feels weirdly right. I just wish the one church scene didn’t have that stupid squeaky floorboard that distracts from her moans; it annoyed me every single time and it will probably stay exactly like that forever. There is a nice contrast between the “good girl” promising love and safety, letting you cum deep inside her with that shaky “don’t pull out, please”, and the woman who makes you lick her clean after she milks you dry, thumb on your tongue, telling you you’re hers now. Sometimes the kissing and soft breathing get more erotic than the full-on creampie, sometimes not at all, and I kept changing my mind which I liked more. Then I remembered I was supposed to care about finding my missing friend and wandered back into the jungle, cock still half hard, trying to decide if the shadows whispering my name were in my head or not. The island doesn’t feel safe, the women definitely aren’t safe, and you keep chasing both anyway.

Claim an uninhabited island and turn it into your own harem sanctuary. Your main task is to colonize this wild place, gathering resources and building various structures that will support your growing domain. Start by searching for timber - double click it to collect what you need. Once you have enough wood, build your first shelter to protect yourself from the elements.

Scavenge everything usable on the island: stones, food, and materials that will help you expand your settlement and ensure your survival. Prepare something to eat to keep your energy up because this island won’t tame itself. The more you consume, the stronger you become to face new challenges.

Your search for girls is just as crucial as building your base. Find them scattered across the island or hidden in secret spots, and persuade them to join your harem. Each woman adds unique benefits and dynamics to your growing group, making your colony more vibrant and alive.

You’ll need to balance your time between resource gathering, building shelters and facilities, and maintaining your harem. Every structure you put up serves a purpose - from simple shelters to grand buildings that boost your influence on the island.

This version of pokkaloh’s survivor challenge demands sharp strategy and raw determination. Every action counts, so plan your moves carefully. Double-click on objects like timber to speed up collection, and prioritize tasks that push your colony forward.

The island waits silently, but it’s far from peaceful. Wild nature and unpredictable events will test your ability to adapt and thrive. Keep your women safe and happy while expanding your domain, making sure your little empire grows day by day.

Ready to claim this untamed paradise? Gather your wits, start collecting resources, build your first shelter, and begin the journey to turn this empty land into your final playground, where power and pleasure intertwine.

Guy stuck in some shitty future office job, numbing himself with Spotify and porn on second monitor, then boom, random email: “hey, you own an entire tropical archipelago now.” I mean sure, obvious scam, but in this story it’s actually real, and he just goes. No hesitation, no lawyer, just “ok, I’m a rich island master now, cool.” I kinda love how fast it throws you into the fantasy. One minute you’re surrounded by concrete and neon, next minute you land on this ridiculous paradise full of wet sand, wet skin, wet everything, and this insanely classy woman meets you at the dock, calls you “Master” with that calm, trained smile that already screams “I know exactly how to make you break all your morals.” She’s hot in that hentai office-lady way, big tits pressed into a too-tight outfit, acting all professional while clearly ready to bend the rules and probably her spine.

The structure is visual novel style, but it sneaks in management stuff so you’re not just clicking next text like a zombie. You’re technically running this island group, investing money, deciding what buildings to put, who works where. And every “responsible” choice somehow leads to more perversion. Upgrade a facility? Suddenly there’s a scene where your staff are “celebrating” in your private villa with their clothes on the floor and their legs open. Got a research lab? They’re not studying fish, they’re testing this creepy futuristic machine that can mess with memories and lust. I swear the first time I used it on that shy girl who kept blushing and covering her chest, I was like “ok this is fucked up” and then five clicks later I’m watching her grind on a metal frame, moaning your name, eyes glazed, while the machine slowly strips away her resistance. The game really leans into corruption, like not just “she likes sex now,” but watching her go from normal worker to addicted slut who peeks at camera feeds and fingers herself while spying on other couples.

Sex scenes don’t stay one-on-one for long. The moment the island economy starts running, you basically become this horny overlord scheduling meetings that end in group sex. There’s this one beach party where you pretend it’s some celebration of progress, but really it’s just an excuse to watch them drunk on sun and lust, bodies all over the sand, a messy mix of big asses bouncing, big boobs slapping, two girls sharing your cock while a third rides your face. Sometimes there’s a monster angle too, like the tech or weird creatures from the ocean getting involved, tentacle-ish stuff that feels half sci fi, half wet dream, and the girls go from fear to obsession so fast it’s almost funny. Also, the voyeur angle is strong as hell. You unlock hidden cameras in showers, staff rooms, even the lab. One time I opened the cam menu on my phone on the subway and forgot volume, and suddenly this girl is on screen getting railed against a glass wall, moaning so hard people looked at me. I pretended it was TikTok but yeah, no one believed that. Anyway, the romance part is there if you want to pretend you care, you can pick favorites, take them on “dates” under the palm trees, tell them sweet things, then order them to kneel in the sand and swallow everything like good pets. The game lets you be as soft or as much of a manipulative bastard as you want, but it always comes back to the same thing: you’re the master of this sunny little sex factory, and every pretty thing on that island is one decision away from being on her knees or on a machine, moaning your name like it’s the only word she remembers.

The name already tells you what kind of ride this is, but it still kind of surprised me. You are stuck on this pirate ship with a crew that seems to believe the solution to every problem is “more boobs” and honestly, fair. The whole vibe is horny Saturday-morning-cartoon that grew up wrong, got drunk on a tropical island and started talking about cup sizes instead of treasure. You click through scenes, pick dialog, stuff happens, and suddenly a character who was just nicely stacked before is carrying two ridiculous beach balls on her chest while trying to act like this is totally normal pirate business. Half the fun is watching how the game pretends to take itself seriously as an “adventure” while a girl’s tits are quietly eclipsing the sun in the background. There is a ship, there is an island, there are pirates, but the real plot is watching curves inflate like someone messed up the physics settings and decided to leave it that way.

There is this one scene early on where Captain Ruby is trying to threaten some unlucky fool, and her shirt already looks like it’s about to give up on life. You pick the “cocky” choice, she leans in, the camera angle slides down just a little too slow, and the dialogue keeps talking about loot and honor and whatever, but you can tell the actual story is: which button on that shirt will pop first. I got hung up there, replayed that bit three times on my phone on the bus using Firefox, which was probably a mistake because I kept pretending I was just scrolling Instagram. The expansion itself is treated like both a joke and a fetish at the same time. They play it for laughs with the characters making dumb comments, then they hold a shot on a pair of tits that grew a full extra size just so your brain has time to go “oh, okay, we are doing this now.” There is a transformation moment in a cabin where someone “tests” a potion and the camera cuts back and her boobs are straight up crowding the frame, pressing into the edge like they want their own spin-off game. I loved that bit, and also I hated it because the game never gives you a proper size slider, it just goes from big to utterly stupid with no middle ground. It feels like being in a bar where everyone went from tipsy to blackout with no time in between.

From the ethics side, this thing is funny and also kind of a mess. The characters talk like they are into it most of the time, they flirt, they brag about their new curves, they weaponize their chests like cannons, and the humor leans into “I chose this” which is nice. Then suddenly a scene slips in where a potion is slipped in, or someone wakes up on the island and their body is already changed and they were not exactly asked. The script usually covers it with jokes and horny comments after the fact, like “oh wow I guess this is my life now” and plays it as acceptance, but from consent point of view, that is pretty thin. You can see the game wants the fantasy of surprise transformation and still wants to pretend everyone is totally cool with it, and those two things fight a bit. As a watchdog I’d give it a fake prize: “Most Cheerful Ignoring Of Magical Body Autonomy” and yes, I say that with love, because I still clicked every single suspicious option just to see how far the curves would go. The island setting is a perfect excuse for nonsense potions and cursed treasure, yet sometimes the crew just shrugs and keeps going without a single “hey, maybe ask before you turn my chest into a pair of inflatable rafts.” It does not ruin the horny fun, but it hangs there in the back of your mind while you watch another scene where a character tries to walk across the deck, ass swaying, boobs swaying twice as much, the camera zooming in like a perv that forgot subtlety exists, and you think: ok, this is hot, and it is also absolutely out of control.

Fapno Island is one of those horny reality-show setups where you go “ok sure, I’m absolutely not here for the story” and then ten minutes later you actually care which girl is mad at you. You’re the only dude dumped on this sunny island full of cameras, stuck in a stupid “don’t bang anyone for five nights” challenge that nobody on earth would win. Every corner has a lens watching you, every girl is in some kind of tiny bikini that’s basically just a suggestion of clothing, and the whole thing feels like those trashy late-night TV shows, but with way more skin and way less shame. There’s this constant vibe of “you’re not supposed to do this” that actually makes the sex scenes way hotter than they have any right to be, especially when you start figuring out where the blind spots are and how far you can push things before the show runners catch on.

The girls themselves are a good mix of types without feeling like a boring checklist. You’ve got the playful blonde who knows exactly how to sit on your lap and grind on you during some pretend innocent pool game, the quiet brunette who acts shy until she’s riding your face on the couch while the others are “asleep” nearby, the one that pretends she’s only here for the fame but keeps sneaking off to jerk you off behind the villa bar when she thinks the cameras are looping. It’s not just “click scene, watch boobs” either. You’re choosing what to say, where to sneak, when to risk groping under the water while some drone cam buzzes overhead. One of my favorite stupid moments was when I was supposed to behave during this “group massage” event, trying not to pop a boner while soft hands slide over my chest, then suddenly one girl leans down, whispers in my ear, and next thing I know she’s slowly stroking me under the towel while keeping eye contact like she’s testing how far I’ll go. I almost failed the whole challenge right there.

Sex-wise, it doesn’t chicken out. Once you break the rules with a girl, it goes from teasing to full-on “we’re fucking like rabbits before the producer comes back” energy. There’s frantic blowjob scenes in dark storage rooms where she tries to keep you quiet, messy facials in the shower after a “beach cleanup” event, that classic “I’m still a virgin” line turning into you pushing in slowly while she clings to you and bites your shoulder. Some of them are total teases at first, using titjobs and grinding over your crotch to wind you up, then later they’re bouncing on your dick, moaning loud enough that you’re sure someone heard. There’s a voyeur angle too where you can catch two girls going at it when they think no one’s watching, one of them straddling the other’s face on the bed while the camera outside the door can’t quite see inside, and you’re just standing there with a hard-on, debating between being a gentleman or just pulling your cock out and jerking it like an animal. The only thing that annoyed me was one tiny UI sound that plays every time you switch spots on the island, it got under my skin for no good reason and I kept thinking about it even during a really nice anal scene in the beach cabana. Anyway, if you like the fantasy of “I shouldn’t be doing this but I’m absolutely going to”, Fapno Island nails that messy, horny reality-show chaos with enough lewd variety that you’ll probably end up picking a favorite girl, swearing she’s the best, and then betraying her thirty minutes later when someone else sits on your face.

Your little scrap of a raft dies on the shore of a hot, sticky island, and somehow you’re still thinking about pussy and power. Priorities, right? Then you realize where you are. This isn’t just some random tropical rock with coconuts and crabs. This is *that* island. The one every pervert on certain Discord servers screams about. Maiden Island. All those rumors about the empress, Boa Hancock, parading around with that impossible ass and attitude? Yeah, she actually exists here, walking around like she owns the entire ocean, and honestly, she kind of does. You’re the unlucky idiot who washed up here with a Devil Fruit that doesn’t promise fire or lightning or some cool logia stuff. No, yours twists bodies. Makes muscle bloom where soft curves used to be. Not just “a bit toned” either. We’re talking from thick to gym freak to full-on amazon that looks like she could bench press the Thousand Sunny and then use you as a tiny cock toy after.

The game basically throws you into this sandbox and tells you: “Alright, perv, go ruin these women in the best way.” Nami’s here too, wandering around like she’s on a tropical side quest, tits bouncing like she never heard of proper support, already stacked but still so small compared to what you can turn her into. At first she’s all wary, wants berries and maps and safety, then a few events later she’s flexing for fun, checking her new biceps with this mix of fear and secret horniness. That scene where she catches herself in the water reflection, bigger than she was that morning, gripping her own thigh because it looks too strong to be real, then asking you in this half embarrassed way, “You did this, right?” That one stuck with me. Not even the sex, just that weird little “oh shit I like this” moment. Boa is different. She starts at “you’re trash” and somehow gets even worse when her back gets covered in thick muscle and her thighs turn into soul crushing traps. There’s this one night scene where her silhouette blocks the moon and she makes you kneel, and you realize your transformation fetish and your humiliation kink are shaking hands and laughing at you. The game lets you push them through four muscle stages, and each jump feels like a new kink unlocking, with clothes fighting to hold on, boobs still huge but now packed on top of hard, veiny slabs. Sometimes it looks a bit crazy in the CG, like her arm should be illegal in half the world, but then she grabs you by the neck and it stops mattering.

What surprised me is how much time you actually spend worrying about food. These aren’t dainty anime waifus who nibble on one rice ball and giggle. You turn them big, they eat like gods, and if you don’t manage your storage right they get pissy and unstable. I liked that stress. I hated it too, but in a good “what the fuck am I doing with my life” way. You’re running around this sunny island, trying to juggle hunger meters, trigger scenes, and still find time to drool over Nami’s shorts getting tighter and Boa’s ass growing into some supernatural monument. It’s kind of funny how the game treats all of this as normal. “Oh, of course you want to turn every woman into a towering amazon with giant tits and tree-trunk legs, what else would you do with god-fruit?” There’s humor everywhere, stupid little gags, side comments that feel like the dev also scrolled too much Rule 34 and just decided to stop pretending. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you grind for food for a while, then suddenly you’re in a serious story scene about loyalty and power and all you can think about is how her lats are wider than the door she just walked through. I wish there was an option to tone the boobs down for one run, just to see pure muscle focus, but it’s never going to happen, the game is fully married to big tits and big everything. It’s messy, horny, oddly cozy, and completely obsessed with watching these famous girls slowly outgrow their own bodies until you’re not sure if you want to worship them, fear them, or just get crushed under a single lazy thigh squeeze.

The whole thing feels like somebody mashed together a horny Final Fantasy fanfic, a cheap mobile survival clone and a beach episode that never ends, then said “yeah, good enough” and shipped it. Which, weirdly, kind of works. You wake up on this tropical island, sand in your shoes, dick in your hand metaphorically, literal later, and the first cutscene just slaps you with that “you’re a loser, now enjoy paradise” tone. The animation in those early scenes is rough in a way I actually like. Faces hold just a little too long, camera lingers on thighs like the animator forgot to hit stop, some lip sync looks like it was done in a hurry during a Discord call. But when Hana leans in close the first time, hair moving in the breeze, you can feel someone really tried. It is not clean. It feels like watching a lewd indie short posted on Twitter that somehow grew into a full game. And then you blink and suddenly there is Tifa in a bikini that never existed in any official artwork, and the game just shrugs, like “yeah, she washed up here, whatever, go talk to her.”

Cutscenes are the best and worst part. One moment you get this slow, almost romantic shot of the island at sunset, the ocean reflecting orange, Hana’s silhouette, and you think “oh, nice mood.” Next moment, hard cut to the male protagonist getting jerked off against a palm tree like a teenager who just learned the word “frottage” yesterday. The camera really loves asses. It crawls over Tifa’s bikini line while she pretends she does not know what masturbation is, then five clicks later she is riding your face in a little looping animation where her hair clips through her shoulders in exactly the same place every cycle. Marie Rose shows up in her swimsuit and that whole “mystery of the island” thing just walks out of the room. The plot starts hinting that the island is wrong, that girls are not just lost tourists, but the next scene is you spanking Marie on the beach while a crab walks through the background like an unpaid extra. The point and click bits are fine, you tap on a coconut, you tap on a girl, you tap on yourself under the water in a badly hidden masturbation loop. Sex toys appear later and the game treats them like legendary weapons, full camera pan, shiny highlight, then you just shove a vibrator between Tifa’s legs in a short looping shot that probably took the animator all night and two energy drinks. There is a mystery somewhere under all the crossover fanservice, but every time you start to care the game distracts you with another animated bikini grinding on the protagonist’s cock and, honestly, that is exactly the kind of trashy commitment I did not know I wanted.