On this island full of crazy strong amazon warriors, you arrive as this cocky outsider who honestly should die in the first ten minutes, but somehow every proud warrior girl keeps underestimating you. The whole thing is like someone mashed comic book Justice League porn with a kinky strategy game. You’re not just clicking through sex scenes, you’re actually poking at fragile egos, pushing rivalries, and watching these legendary fighters slowly slide from “I will crush you” to “I will ride you until my legs shake”. Seeing Diana go from strict, righteous warrior princess to your messy, horny toy is basically the main dish here, and yeah, it delivers. At the start she looks at you like you’re dirt, all cold eyes and heroic speeches, and by the time you’ve pushed the right choices and trained her in your “methods”, she’s choking on your cock on her own throne, trying to keep her dignity while drooling all over you. You can go gentle for a while, pretending romance, but the game is clearly happier when you go full corruption: hand around her throat, one hand under her skirt, whispering how her sisters are going to watch her get fucked like a slut.

The fun thing is how the game keeps giving you these little power tests. Like, you’re in some council scene, surrounded by half-naked amazons trying very hard to look serious, and the game throws a choice at you: respect tradition or slide your hand up Diana’s thigh in front of everyone. Pick the sneaky horny route and she flinches at first, jaw tight, but she doesn’t stop you. Next time, she spreads her legs a bit and pretends she’s just “adjusting her armor” while your fingers are inside her. It escalates fast. One moment you’re just groping her ass during a debate, the next she’s on her knees under the table, giving you a sloppy blowjob while the other warriors argue about politics. And yes, the creampie stuff hits hard too. There’s something deeply satisfying the first time you fuck her raw in the training grounds, pin her against the wall with your hands around her wrists, and watch her entire proud body shake when you cum deep inside. She tries to scold you about “honor of the Amazons” while your semen is literally dripping down her inner thighs. That’s the mood.

It’s not just one-on-one, either. Once you get some control, the harem aspect starts to bloom and the corruption gets way more spicy. You can pit amazons against each other, then reward the “winner” by making her lick your shaft clean after you’ve just blown a load in her rival’s pussy. Group scenes with Diana and other warriors are some of the best content: she starts off jealous, trying to act above it, but you can make her hold another girl’s hips open so you can slam into her, then order Diana to clean up the creampie with her tongue. There are lesbian bits sprinkled all over, too: training sessions where two warrior girls are forced to “practice close combat” until they end up grinding on each other, moaning, while you watch and decide who gets your cock that night. At one point I had Diana riding me while another amazon, totally broken in, was kissing her, sucking her nipples, and begging you to fuck them both harder. Batman even shows up in this weird crossover vibe, and instead of saving the day he ends up looking like background furniture while you’re balls-deep in the so-called symbol of justice. The whole game feels kind of wrong in a very good way: lots of BDSM flavor, rough grabbing, making a legendary female warrior beg for your cum, all wrapped in this corrupt-political-mythology porn soup that shouldn’t work, but yeah, it really fucking works.

You start as this guy who just got kicked out of his job as a nightclub bouncer, tossed aside like trash while drunk idiots you used to throw out are still inside buying bottles. You’re pissed, broke, and then you find out your own dad fucked you harder than any of the scenes in this game by stealing from the local crime boss. So when the kingpin drags you in, you’re already in that “I’m fucked anyway” mindset. Instead of just killing you, he realizes his spoiled, hot-as-sin daughter Angel needs a bodyguard. She’s got that mix of rich girl attitude and hidden vulnerability that makes you wanna fuck her and protect her at the same time. One wrong move and she gets hurt. One right move and she moans your name with mascara running. The game pretty much lives in that tension. You’re walking behind her in tight dresses, watching her ass sway while some sleazy businessman stares at her chest, and you’re deciding if you break his nose, humiliate him, or just quietly enjoy the view and let things go way too far later. It gives you this weird power trip where you’re the dog on the leash, but you also hold the chain.

The routes sit on top of that simple idea and twist the knife. If you play nice, act like a gentleman, take hits for her, pull her out of danger, keep your dick in your pants when you should, you get the sweet side. Soft kisses after a gunfight, her clinging to your arm, slow sex scenes where she’s actually looking in your eyes, whispering that she feels safe with you while you’re sliding inside her. Then you replay, pick the “jerk” options, and you’re still saving her, just treating everyone like shit, grabbing her by the chin, fucking her against the bathroom sink while she’s half mad, half soaking wet, begging you to be rougher. The game is at its nastiest when you start drifting into those choices where you don’t fully protect anyone. There’s that bar scene where Angel is drunk, some other guy is clearly checking her out, and you can either shut it down or “watch what happens.” If you look away, pretend you don’t see, the game punishes you in a different way. You walk back into the room later and she’s already on her knees for him, lipstick smeared, her voice all needy while the other guy is gripping her hair, and you just stand there like a ghost. It hits that netorare vibe pretty hard, especially when she still smiles at you after like nothing happened, or worse, when she tells you she thought you didn’t care. The sharing route feels even more twisted, because now you’re not just a coward, you’re the one who opens the door. You say “yeah, go ahead,” and watch her get tossed around by other men, sometimes with you joining in, sometimes not, and the game really likes to show her brain getting rewired from “my protector” to “use me more.” Vaginal scenes are the core, and they are not shy. Missionary with her legs shaking around your waist, her nails scratching your back while she’s cumming and calling you “boss” or “sir,” then later in the darker paths, the same position but with a different man, and you just seeing it from the side like some pathetic extra. The romance angle actually works when it wants, and then the corruption cuts through it like a knife, so you end up horny, annoyed, turned on, and a little bit angry at yourself for choosing what you chose, which is exactly why it kinda sticks in your head after you close the tab.

There is this messy, thirsty energy in Just Bros that hits you right away. You start as this kinda regular guy who is very obviously not here for “pure romance” bullshit, and the game never pretends otherwise. One minute you’re chatting with some cute twink who looks like he still smells like gym locker deodorant, next minute a beefy office dude is basically pinning you in a dialogue choice that might as well just read “yes, I want you to rail me against that wall”. It feels like using Grindr after a couple drinks, but with actual personalities instead of “sup” and a torso pic. The pacing is weird in a good way: sometimes the flirting is slow, sometimes it jumps straight to “my place or yours?”, and sometimes it throws in a scene that’s unexpectedly soft and kind of hurts in the chest. The sex scenes aren’t just fade to black either. You get to pick things, push, tease, sometimes be a little mean, sometimes get put in your place. There’s at least one route where the guy is all muscle and confidence and you can feel the dev is having fun making him boss you around, but then he says something stupid and you’re like, wow, hot, but also an idiot, and you still go back because, well, have you seen his shoulders.

I like that the game doesn’t lock you to one crush right away. You can act like a total manwhore, go on a date with a sweet nerd, later sneak a quick hookup with a cocky bartender, then accidentally run into both of them in another scene and have to bullshit your way through choices. That kind of awkward, horny chaos feels very real. The writing is not perfect at all, some lines sound like they came straight from a thirsty Twitter timeline, and a few jokes land flat, but that actually makes the whole thing more honest. There’s one detailed scene on a couch that stuck in my mind: half of it is just you deciding if you’ll scoot closer, pretend you’re watching the show, or just rest your hand on his thigh and wait to see if he twitches. It goes from cute to “oh fuck, we’re actually doing this” in like three dialogue boxes. Then later the game throws “A Quiet Wrong” at you and the mood twists. It’s shorter, more focused, kind of creepy in this slow way where you know something is off but the guy is still hot enough that you ignore all red flags. The sex there feels less like “haha bros being bros” and more like “I shouldn’t be turned on by this but I am, and that’s my problem now.” I wish the UI didn’t occasionally lag when switching scenes, and sometimes a choice feels like it should change more than it does, but I kept clicking anyway, chasing that next moment where a confident muscle dude leans in a bit too close, or a shy twink finally snaps and pulls your shirt, or some “bro” calls you out for pretending you only wanted casual when you’re already picturing waking up with his arm over your waist. It’s messy, horny, a bit broken, and very much like actual gay dating.

Three guys, one messy timeline, way too many chances to fuck it all up and still end up balls-deep in someone you probably shouldn’t be touching. That’s basically the whole vibe here. It looks like your usual “oh we’re in school, we’re adults, we’re responsible” kind of story, but the game never really pretends these dudes think clearly when there’s a soft pair of tits in front of them. You jump between the vice-president boy who tries to act like a prince, the lazy college clown who coasts on charm, and the older bar owner who pretends he’s above it all while obviously staring at every big ass that walks by. It feels like watching three porn plots that keep bumping into each other, with all the slow teasing and “this is a bad idea but I’m horny” energy that actually makes you lean toward the screen.

What gets fun is how the game loves to make you build things up, then finally let everything snap. Like you’re stuck in a quiet classroom with that girl who everyone thinks is all innocent, and you’ve been nice, you’ve been a gentleman, you’ve helped her with her notes. Then there’s this one click where you decide “fuck it” and suddenly his hand is on her thigh under the desk, she’s pretending to still read, her face going red, her eyes not even on the page anymore. Pants get tighter, she whispers your name, and you get that little animated movement where her lips wrap around his cock for the first time and you think “yeah, that’s exactly how he should lose that perfect reputation.” Or the neighbor milf who keeps “accidentally” brushing her tits against you in the hallway until you end up in her living room. First she “just wants a massage” and then her bra is off, her nipples are hard and shiny, and you watch her bounce slow and heavy on your dick while the game lets you decide whether you pull out like a saint or fill her up and hope she’s not ovulating. Spoiler, we always go for creampie, we just pretend to feel bad about it.

There’s a lot of little stuff that feels kinda personal. Like that moment in the club room where the sporty girl acts all cocky and pushes you against the wall, but the second you grab her ass with both hands she melts, starts grinding on your thigh, then pulls her shorts aside for you instead of taking them off properly. Or the bar scenes with the older women, where they flirt too hard, pretend to be in control, then end up on their knees behind the counter, hair messy, throat working around your shaft while you try not to click too fast on the next dialogue because the animation is actually hotter than you expected. It’s not just “boobs in your face, fuck now,” there’s that slow burning, the build up, the heavy make-out on the couch, fingering through panties, her moaning against your neck, then suddenly she’s on all fours on the bed with that round ass up and you’re choosing between sliding in slow or just ramming her until the headboard hits. The multiple endings thing makes it worse, because you keep thinking “this time I’ll be romantic” and somehow we still end up groping someone in a dark corridor and leaving them dripping on the floor after a rough quickie. Honestly, the game pretends to be all sweet and romantic, but after the third time we’re buried deep inside a classmate who definitely should not be moaning that loud with her legs on our shoulders, it’s kinda obvious everyone here just wants an excuse to be fucked stupid. And yeah, we’re not complaining. Much. I still hate that one tiny UI button on the bottom right though.

Game drops you in this not-quite-our-world city where everything looks familiar until someone casually rips a guy in half and nobody blinks. You play this “hero” who is basically what happens if Superman stopped pretending to be nice and just did whatever gave him a hard-on. He’s invincible, knows it, and the story never shuts up about that, which is kind of the point. One moment you’re saving some chick from a mugger, next moment you’re shoving the mugger’s face through a wall, there’s teeth and blood everywhere, and she’s staring at you with that shocked open-mouth look that’s halfway between fear and “fuck me now”. That whole corruption vibe is strong here: women start out scared, confused, pretending they still have morals, and a few “rescues” later they’re begging to be used, cheeks smeared with cum and mascara, while bodies are still cooling in the background. The game doesn’t even pretend to be tasteful. You’ll have scenes where you punch a dude so hard his guts spray the alley, then it cuts right to the girl with an ahegao face while you rail her against the same wall, blood still dripping. Real romantic atmosphere.

Art style is funny in a good way. It looks like the dev got halfway between “serious superhero comic” and “horny shitpost” and just said screw it, we’re going with this. Big tits everywhere, like gravity is just a rumor. Faces go from normal to full ahegao with drool strings and crossed eyes the second you start fucking them harder, and some of the transitions are almost too honest. One moment she’s humiliated, crying, telling you to stop, next frame her tongue is out and she’s clenching around you while you threaten to drop her from the sky. Animated loops are short but nasty in the right way: rough anal with her nails scratching the floor, sloppy oral where she’s choking and still forced to look up at you, creampie shots where you can literally see it leaking out while she’s trying to catch her breath. There’s cheating stuff too, of course. Boyfriend shows up, tries to act like a man, you casually break his arm like it’s a breadstick, then fuck his girl in front of him while he screams. Game really likes that humiliation angle, sometimes it overdoes it to the point you just stare at the screen like “bro, chill”, but then five clicks later you’re watching another pussy-stretching close-up and magically you don’t care anymore.

Story pretends to talk about power and responsibility, but let’s be real, it’s about power and pussy. You get choices, but most of them boil down to “do you want to be an asshole” or “do you want to be a worse asshole”, and honestly that fits the setting. There’s a scene where you fly a girl to the top of a building, clothes half torn from the speed, she’s clinging to you for dear life, and instead of anything heroic, you just bend her over the edge and fuck her while she cries that she’s scared of falling. Camera zooms in on her face, tears mixing with drool, then zooms out so you see the city lights below and your hand grabbing her hair like she’s just a handle. Another moment, after a particularly nasty fight with some powered thug, there’s gore everywhere, pieces of him on the pavement, and the game just hard-cuts from his brain matter to you forcing his girlfriend on her knees in the same puddle, making her suck you off while her mascara runs into the blood. That’s the whole tone: hero logo on your chest, brutality on one side of the screen, holes getting filled on the other. It’s loud, trashy, mean, and doesn’t fake any “wholesome” bullshit. Honestly, if I could ban boring PG superhero plots from the entire genre and replace them with this messy, horny disaster, I would.

You start as this poor bastard trying to get a job at Chimera Corp, and the “job interview” is basically you poking at a digital girl until she turns into exactly the kind of slutty little toy the company wants. It looks all corporate and clean at the start, like some boring HR training module, then you realize the whole thing is just an excuse to mess with a test subject’s body, brain, and personality in the most fucked up sci‑fi way possible. You don’t move a character on a map or anything, you sit in front of a fake company interface and tweak stats, pick sub-options, and watch your test girl go from regular office chick to whatever flavor of corrupted meat puppet you’re in the mood for. That could be a wide‑eyed innocent with slightly fuller lips and bigger tits who just “kind of likes” sucking cock now, or a full-on lactating breeding cow with a fat ass, ahegao face, and a contract to do double anal for company publicity material. The more you play with the sliders and categories, the more you start to feel a bit like a mad scientist who found a porn hub hidden inside Excel.

What sells it is how reactive everything feels. Tiny changes to “obedience” or “sexuality” don’t just show up as a number, they twist her whole vibe. One run you nudge her toward prostitution training and suddenly the feedback text starts describing her as eager to take on more clients, offering anal and titfucks to upsell, drooling about group sessions and bukkake “for the brand.” Pick more hardcore path and now she’s a mind‑broken BDSM pet, calling herself company property, begging to be branded and collared, talking like she lives to be spitroasted by management. Push transformation and body mods and you get big tits, big ass, different outfits, different hair, different speech patterns, sometimes a total change of identity, newly chosen name included, like she forgot she ever was a person and not a slave template. There are lots of little puzzle moments too, where you try to hit a specific combination: the right mix of obedience, skill, and depravity to unlock a certain type of ending. Some leads you to a loyal office whore who handles private “meetings” and HR blackmail, other ones spit out a gangbang-ready cum dump that the company loans to entire teams as stress relief. And yeah, budget limits mean you cannot just max everything, you gotta pick if you want her to be an anal specialist, an oral goddess, or the perfect multi‑penetration toy that passes internal QA.

The art is AI generated but it actually works for this weird corporate-sci‑fi vibe, like you are browsing some shady internal database of test subjects that were never meant to see daylight. You keep clicking and thinking “okay, that’s enough” and then you stumble on a variation where she has milk dripping from huge tits, mascara running, mouth open in a ruined ahegao while the report calmly talks about her “improved productivity in group sex environments” and suddenly you are doing another playthrough. The writing leans hard into male domination and control, but it has that slightly fucked up humor where the system describes her as a “valuable asset for customer engagement” while she is basically a programmable anal slave who loves creampies and toys rammed everywhere. There is management logic behind everything too, which is funny: the game scores you not on how “nice” you are, but how profitable your personal fuckdoll is, how many holes she can keep busy, how marketable her new look is. It is short, yeah, and sometimes a stat change gives you a result you did not expect and you sit there swearing at the monitor because she lost the perfect big ass combo you just had, but then you restart and make a slightly different monster, a little more obedient, a little more corrupted, and you kind of forget you were annoyed five minutes ago.

Being a god’s plaything sounds hot until you realize the goddess is basically a horny streamer watching your life like it’s her favorite slow-burn porn series. That’s the vibe here: some immortal lifebringer chick gets bored, pokes one unlucky guy on a random modern planet, and suddenly his “I got kicked out of home, need a couch” drama turns into living in a magical porn hub disguised as a normal town. You start as this regular dude crashing at Katie’s place, pretending you’ll look for a job or be responsible or something, and then the game just quietly goes: “What if your boring life had monster girls, futa surprises, and moms who don’t know what the word ‘boundaries’ means?” It’s that kind of corruption, but slow and comfy, like when you say “only one more scene” and then realize you’re trying to get a demon girl pregnant because the goddess in the sky might clap for you.

The sandbox style is where it gets fun and annoying at same time. You just click around the city, different places, different times, poking events until something sexy explodes. One moment you’re doing a casual handjob scene in a cramped bathroom, staring at the cheap tiles more than her face, next moment you unlock a full-on multiple penetration fantasy that looks like some divine hentai artist took over your browser. There’s this one voyeur moment at Katie’s home that really hit us: MC peeking through a door crack, thinking he’s being sneaky, watching her masturbate with a toy she swore she “never uses,” and then the camera angle shifts so you see the goddess watching that same scene like she’s on her couch with popcorn. It’s twisted but in a funny way, like someone added a horny Twitch chat to your porn. The 3D-style characters actually look like people who sweat, jiggle, and get embarrassed when you catch them half naked. Or naked. Or on the sidewalk pretending they’re not doing exhibitionism at all. We had one futa encounter that went from romantic “let me hold you” to “okay that cock is actually bigger than mine, excuse me?” so fast it felt like a jump scare, in a good way. The pregnancy and transformation stuff sneaks up too: early on it’s just teasing, later you’re handling body swaps and milfy bellies and trying to remember who had which tits before magic happened. We kept complaining that the footjob stuff always triggers in the ugliest room of the house and never in the nice locations, and yeah, it still bothers us for some reason. But then you get a scene where the MC takes control, goes full male dom on a monster girl who was teasing him all week, and she ends up on her knees, drooling on his shaft while traffic passes outside the window and the goddess zooms in like “yup, archive that.” The pacing is weird, the romance moments are accidentally sweet then immediately ruined by anal, and half the time you’re just grinding time slots on your phone like it’s Candy Crush with tits, but the world slowly fills with lovers, pets, dommes, swinging couples, and that feeling that your whole harem is basically a cosmic toy box for a bored divine pervert watching from above and hoping you fuck up in the hottest possible way.

Bored guy in a glass box in the sky decides he wants to break his toy a little. That is basically the soul of this thing. You start as this marketing exec who has everything dialed in: money, cool apartment with stupidly huge windows, and a girlfriend who looks like she walked out of some luxury perfume ad, all long legs, big tits, expensive taste, polite smile. She is “good girl” in that high society way, the kind that apologizes when the waiter bumps into her. And you look at her and think: what happens if I push? Just a bit. Just enough to crack that perfect mask. So you tell her to take off her clothes next to the glass, where the city can see. It is not even subtle. It is just: show me how far you can fall for me.

What I liked is how dirty it feels without being all screaming porn right away. At first it is like a stupid couple game, 30 seconds with her shirt open, her nipples pressed to the cold glass, you standing behind her, half teasing, half testing. You keep talking, whispering in her ear about people watching, about the office guy across the street maybe jerking off behind his blinds. She blushes, tries to cover herself with her hands, and of course you move them away. Tiny thing that annoyed me: at one point she wears these heels that look like they were grabbed from a random asset store and my brain just fixated on them for no reason. Anyway. Slowly she starts obeying faster. You tell her to bend over, to spread, to let you slide your fingers inside her while the city is right there, all the lights, all the windows. Sometimes the game cuts to this voyeur angle, like you are on the opposite balcony, watching her tits bounce while you fuck her from behind, and it feels wrong in that good, greasy way. Sometimes the pacing is weird and a scene just ends when you actually wanted to stay there longer, with her face smashed on the glass, mouth open, drool, eyes rolling up in that ahegao mess. I even paused once just to stare at the reflection of your own body in the window, pressing close behind her, like you two are on display in some live porn shop above the street.

Over time she shifts from “no, this is crazy” to touching herself on her own, pressing her pussy on the window, rubbing her clit while people maybe walk below and you just watch, arms crossed, this calm little overlord vibe. There is romance, but it is twisted, because every “I love you” is wrapped around male domination. You praise her, then push her harder. Make her suck you while the curtains are half open, then pull her hair and aim your cum so it drips down her chin in full view of those hypothetical neighbors you keep talking about. One creampie scene sticks in my head: you make her ride you facing the glass, her big ass slamming down, your cock buried inside her until you fill her and tell her not to move, to let it leak while she stares at her own reflection, cheeks flushed, half ashamed, half proud. It is corruption but also kind of a collaboration, because she slowly starts wanting it, asking “do you think they can see my tits from here?” then lifting them up like an exhibitionist little trophy. Anal slips in as a sort of next-level dare, where she hesitates, then lets you push in while she bites the glass, hands flat, nails scratching. There is oral, there is masturbation, there are those moments where you catch her stroking herself when you are not even in the room and the camera pretends to be security footage. Part of me wanted more variety outside the apartment, but at the same time, that single cage of glass and city lights gives it this weird art piece feeling, like the whole relationship is a performance for invisible strangers scrolling their phones on the other side of the street.

Neuro/Splice feels like someone grabbed a cyberpunk thriller, a fucked‑up body swap fetish, and a humiliation dungeon, blendered it together, and then forgot to clean the mess off the walls. In a good way. You’ve got this cop Ryke, corporate dog for NexaCorp, who ends up jammed into Cassie’s body, tossed straight into a mixed‑gender max security prison that looks like a cross between a riot and a sex club that never closes. He’s a guy in his head, stuck in this soft, dangerous female body, surrounded by assholes who think she’s just fresh meat. Guards grope when they feel like it, inmates test boundaries with “accidental” touches that are not even slightly accidental, and every little mistake you make, the game slaps you back with some brutal teasing or public humiliation. There’s this early scene where you misjudge who to talk to in the yard and instead of a simple “game over”, you end up pressed against a fence, hand forced between Cassie’s legs in front of half the block while some guard laughs and pretends it’s a “routine check”. That whole vibe of “you wanted to be the hero, now suck it up” never really stops. It keeps poking at the fantasy of control, then yanking it away. If you’re expecting soft cuddly romance, you loaded the wrong tab in your browser.

The wild part is that while Ryke is getting his ass metaphorically and literally beaten in Cassie’s skin, Cassie wakes up in his male body on the other side of the fence with all the power he used to enjoy. Suddenly the hunted rebel girl is the scary dude in uniform, walking down halls where people flinch when she passes. She can abuse that. Hard. Use her new status to harass coworkers, push underlings around, “search” suspects with hands that stay way too long in the wrong places. There’s this interrogation room scene where you can lean into full male domination, pushing a nervous female tech against the table, fingers slipping exactly where HR would have a heart attack, all under the excuse of “investigation procedure”. Or you can pretend to be decent while constantly edging the line, which is almost worse. The game loves turning basic choices into fetish traps. Say the polite thing, you still get dragged into some forced stripping in the showers later. Try to act tough, you get chained up, spanked, and mocked like a bratty girl who forgot her place. It toys with netorare stuff in a really sneaky way too. People talk about “Cassie” like she’s a thing that can be used, and you know it’s Ryke in there screaming, but the body reacts, the nipples harden, the thighs tremble, and the game does not let you pretend that isn’t hot. Meanwhile, outside the prison, Cassie in Ryke’s body gets chances to steal other people’s lovers, ruin relationships, and then walk away like it was nothing. It hits that nasty “I stole your girl and she liked it better” kink and then just moves on like it never happened. Honestly, I wish they toned nothing down. The more it kicks at comfort zones, the more it actually feels alive.