John is one of those guys who lives more in his browser tabs than in his real life. Phone full of gacha trash, folder full of MHA doujins, school life basically on autopilot. The game starts with that vibe so hard it almost hurts, like you can smell his keyboard. Then on a totally normal walk to school, shit goes sideways in a way that feels like one of those fanfics where the author just says "fuck it" and hits the accelerator. There’s an accident, the kind you usually only see in chapter 1 to justify some broken superpower later. John blacks out, meets this weird boy who looks like he walked out of a cursed quirk experiment, and suddenly the whole line between "I’m a loser who watches heroes" and "I might actually be one" gets blurred. Except it’s not about fighting villains. It’s about possessing people and fucking everything that moves in a school that very clearly wants to be U.A. but legally cannot say it too loud. The fun part is how your new power is basically spiritual identity theft. You slip into other bodies, feel their quirks like tight gloves, and then abuse the hell out of them in ways that would get any actual hero thrown in Tartarus for life. First time you possess a girl in class, the camera lingers just enough on her huge tits pressed against the desk that you kinda forget there was supposed to be a "mysterious plot". Then you realize you can walk her straight into a janitor closet, pull her panties aside, and go raw. Creampie inside someone else’s body while still technically being John? It’s fucked up, it’s hot, and the game does not pretend it’s morally deep. It’s just filthy. There’s this one scene where you hijack a monster girl that looks like somebody mashed up Mt. Lady and a slime villain in an AI prompt. You feel her body ripple around a cock in a way that’s clearly not human, like her insides are hugging you on purpose. Anal with her is just ridiculous, the game goes full "physics are optional" and her ass eats the camera. The AI CG helps and also kinda doesn’t, because sometimes a hand has six fingers or the hair melts into the background, but honestly that glitchy energy fits the whole possession theme. Bodies feel borrowed, a bit wrong. You’re not supposed to be there. That actually turned me on more than the polished stuff in other games. Some routes pretend to be romance. You pick softer choices, stay in John’s own body, hang out with a big tittied classmate who clearly has a quirk that is "make the MC horny every time she leans over his desk." There’s a path where you actually try to be decent, worry about consent, walk her home instead of taking the mind-hijack shortcut. And then the next scene lets you jump into her from behind anyway, make her kneel in some dark music room, and swallow you down her throat until she gags. The game has this habit of giving you sweet dialogue and then dunking you right back into filth before it gets too sentimental. It talks about life and death, that early scene with the mysterious boy almost feels like a real afterlife moment, but then you’re back at school, using your "gift" to bend a hot teacher over her desk and fuck her so hard her quirk sparks around the edges of the frame. The multiple endings stuff sneaks up on you too. You think "ok, this is just porn with a possession gimmick", then suddenly a choice you made three scenes ago decides if you end up basically a ghost forever, stuck riding other bodies and never being touched as yourself, or if you manage this weird twisted romance where someone falls in love with John knowing exactly what he is. Some endings are pure corruption, like you go full monster, use your powers nonstop, and the last CG is you blowing a load deep inside a girl while her eyes glow with your presence. Another one is more "heroic", and by heroic I mean you only fuck a handful of people and actually say sorry once. Vaginal, oral, anal, all on the menu. Big asses bouncing on your cock, cum dripping down thighs, messy creampies that keep showing up in later scenes if you messed someone up earlier. The game remembers your sins when it wants to. Then it forgets them if a scene needs you to be "pure" for a romance beat, which is kinda funny. It feels like reading a horny fan comic where the artist keeps changing their mind about tone, but the core is always the same: lonely guy, new power, school full of hot girls, and a world that looks a lot like My Hero Academia if the author fully embraced the fact that everyone already imagines half these heroines getting railed.

This thing starts pretty harmless: you’re a dude dumped into a new town, new school, trying to act like you’ll focus on “normal life” and not on every giant ass that passes in the hallway. That lie lasts about five clicks. The game is basically you wandering around a school and house and a few spots in town, poking at stuff, poking at people, poking at yourself in the shower because the so-called “quiet life” turns into a horny soap opera really fast. It’s all point & click, so half the time you’re like “ok, I’ll check the kitchen” and suddenly there’s your mom turned into a thick, animated wet dream, tits threatening to escape her top while she bends over some random chore that clearly exists only so your view gets full screen cleavage. It looks 3D, but not that sterile AAA style, more like weirdly plastic and shiny in a way that actually fits the porn vibe. Faces are sometimes a bit stiff, but asses jiggle in a way that had me forget how expressions even work.

The rhythm is kinda messy, which I weirdly liked. One moment you just try to find your classroom and the next you end up hiding a hard-on behind your school bag because the teacher calls you to her desk and leans forward like she’s doing a charity event for thigh lovers. There’s that sandbox thing going on, so you pick where to go in your day and who to “bump into”. I clicked on the bathroom at home just to see if anything happens, and yeah, it does: you catch your “relative” stepping out of the shower, towel barely hanging, steam everywhere, nipples clearly visible through the fabric, and the game just lets you stare too long. The MC comments like a horny idiot, and you get the option to stay and jerk off, which of course I pretended I wouldn’t do and then did anyway. The masturbating scenes are actually animated, not just static pics, so you see that slow handjob motion, his dick glistening, and you can almost hear the “this is a bad idea” thought die in his brain. I wish the sound design had more filthy breathing or wet noises, but whatever, my browser stayed open anyway. At one point I was in the living room, clicking around like a fool, and the milf in the house sat down next to me in a tight tank top, boobs pressed together so hard it should be against school rules, and when she “innocently” adjusts her top, it slides low enough that the areola pops for a second. I swear I rewound that with a quicksave like three times and then complained to myself that the game didn’t let me motorboat her right away, which is stupid, because slow burn incest tension is clearly the point here. But still, let a man dream.

What surprised me is that they actually try a bit of romance too, not just pure porn. You flirt, send texts, click the wrong answer and suddenly the girl with the perfect huge tits is annoyed and doesn’t give you that handjob scene you know is hiding in the event list somewhere. I got locked out of one scene because I forgot to talk to her at school in the morning, and I was more mad about that than about some bugs I hit earlier, like a loop where the day would not progress unless I clicked some random door. The school corridors are a circus of eye candy: short skirt here, tight jeans there, that one girl whose ass is so big the camera basically zooms in by itself when she walks away. Sometimes the timing is off, you get a build up and then the scene ends just when the milf is finally stroking your cock under the table and you think “ok, now she’ll finish me” and nope, fade to black, you’re blueballed and thrown into the next morning. But then a different day, out of nowhere, there’s a full handjob animation in the bedroom, her sitting so close you can see every little jiggle of her tits as she moves her arm, and cum splashes all over her fingers. It’s inconsistent, messy, horny as hell, a little broken, kind of like browsing incognito mode on Chrome while pretending you’re doing emails. Honestly it deserves a fake award like “Best Use Of A Kitchen Accident To Show Sideboob” because the amount of times “oops I spilled something” leads to curves on display is ridiculous. And yeah, I’ll complain forever that the main menu music sounds like a cheap loop from some free app, but the second the mom bends over in those yoga pants again, I magically stop caring.

Rain, snow, horny college boys and a bunch of talking animal dudes in the middle of nowhere. That’s more or less the vibe here. You play this slightly awkward guy who got shipped off to study in Norway, and somehow you end up in this tiny guesthouse way above the arctic circle, stuck with a bunch of other guys who are all some flavor of cute, weird, or “oh god why am I hard again”. Most of them are furries, you’re a furry too, but the game doesn’t scream “yiff now” in your face. It’s more like: you wake up, brush your teeth, stare at the snow outside, and then suddenly the wolf roomie is stretching in a tight shirt and your brain just quietly leaves the chat. The lewd stuff sneaks up on you. One second you talk about science camp, next second you’re in some small bedroom, lights low, trying not to make too much noise while a guy with soft fur is breathing into your ear and you’re both already past the point of return.

What I liked is how it actually lets you be a little shit with choices. You can flirt badly, push people away, get attached to the wrong guy, or just be the shy mess who needs three lines of inner monologue to ask someone to go for a walk. Some paths start super wholesome, like watching the northern lights together and talking about your past. Then, without big fireworks, a hand stays on your thigh for just a bit too long, and if you lean into it, things escalate. The sex isn’t just “click and suddenly porn”. You work for it in a small way. Sitting close under a blanket, feeling his tail twitch against your leg, the awkward half-boner you’re trying to hide, all that. When it finally explodes, it feels earned: heavier breathing, wet sounds in the quiet guesthouse, his claws or paws holding you in place while you grind against him or drop to your knees. It doesn’t go crazy hardcore, but it doesn’t shy away from cocks, cum, messy underwear, morning wood pressing against someone’s hip in a shared bed. I got one scene where you wake up spooning a guy, fully hard, and he just reaches back, rubs you through your boxers and whispers something half-teasing, half needy. That was the point I stopped pretending I was just “checking the story”.

It’s not perfect. Sometimes the pacing is weird and you spend a bit too long listening to small talk about studies, and you’re like “ok but when do I get to make out with the big cat again”. A few scenes feel like they are heading somewhere filthy, then they slow down into emotional talk and your dick has to wait. On the other hand, that slow burn makes the actual payoffs better. You start to notice which guy looks at you when he thinks you are not watching, or how someone’s ears flatten when you tease them. There was one path where I ended up in a cramped sauna with another guy, sweat dripping, towels slipping, and the game leans into that “we’re just bros chilling” for a bit too long before finally letting the tension snap and you get hands under towels, hard bodies pressed together, all that steam making it feel even dirtier. By that point I didn’t care about the little dialogue stumbles or how sometimes the MC overthinks like a Twitter user. It’s basically “gay furry camp where you can actually fall for the dude before you jerk off to him”, with plenty of moments where your mouse is in one hand and the other hand is… busy.

Bianca and Aaron look like that boring perfect couple you scroll past on Instagram, the ones that post honeymoon pics with too many filters and hashtags, and then you start this story and realize their whole life is hanging by a horny little thread. It kicks off super normal, just a “game night” after the honeymoon, soccer rivalry trash talk, beers on the table, TV on, same old. Then you meet Aaron’s boys, and right away it smells like drama. All three of his so-called best friends have history with his wife. Actual history. One of them literally used to fuck her, not in some vague college fling way, but proper ex-boyfriend who clearly still knows every switch on her body. The game quietly leans into that awkward energy and never lets it go. The camera loves lingering on shit it shouldn’t, like the way Bianca sits too close on the couch, or how her eyes hold a second too long when one of the guys makes a dumb joke. There is animated stuff, yeah, but the real hit is how it builds that slow “everyone knows but no one says it” tension.

Bianca’s not just some perfect waifu. She’s messy in that good way. She dresses hot for “friends coming over” when she really didn’t need to, and the story keeps you guessing if she’s doing it on purpose or just pretending she’s innocent. And then she calls her BFF, which sounds like damage control at first. Like, she doesn’t want to be the only woman in a room full of dudes who already banged her. Fair enough. Except her friend walks in and you instantly go “oh great, she’s worse.” That girl is chaos with lipstick, clearly obsessed with Aaron, and the game does not hide it. The way she touches him when she doesn’t need to, hugs that last a bit too long, that fake friendly “I’m just playing” bullshit that you know is total cap. At some point you stop watching the soccer match almost entirely and just follow who is looking at who behind his back. You get those sneaky shots with Bianca half turned away, texting, or going to “grab something from the kitchen” and someone follows her, and suddenly the whole “game night” thing is just an excuse for everyone to test how far they can push it without Aaron snapping. When the group stuff finally hits, it doesn’t feel random, it feels like the dam you’ve been staring at finally cracking and then absolutely drowning the poor idiot who thought his friends were just friends. There’s this one moment where Aaron is right in the room and the others are basically violating the idea of marriage in front of him, and the story still somehow makes it feel like he’s the outsider in his own house. It’s filthy, kind of mean, and honestly pretty funny in a dark way, like watching a sitcom where the laugh track got replaced by moans and whispered “don’t tell him.”

You wake up in this weird in‑between place that feels like someone smashed a porn studio, a nerd convention and a haunted house together and forgot to clean up the lore. Nobody is surprised you just popped in from some random reality. They’re more interested in your dick, your schedule, and whether you sign the consent forms. It’s all very casual. People wander around half-dressed, fully naked, or in outfits that probably break like three different labor laws, but everyone treats it like just another workday. You’re the new guy with way too much freedom and way too little supervision, which is exactly how the game likes it.

The whole thing plays like a lazy day on your phone when you should be answering emails but instead you’re switching between Pornhub, F95, and Telegram. One minute you’re flirting with a stacked milf who has that “I’ve ruined men before” vibe, next minute you accidentally wander into a horror-themed set where a monster girl is chained up for a scene and asks if you want to “rehearse” the tentacle bit. There’s this nice rhythm where you can just walk around, peek into rooms, catch people mid-blowjob or bent over a couch, and decide if you want to join, watch from the dark corner, or act like a professional and go buy coffee. Nobody forces you into anything, which is honestly kinda hot when some cocky actress rolls her eyes and goes “Then don’t, I’ve got five more guys on call.” The power fantasy is there, but it doesn’t hold your hand. You pick who you chase, who you ignore, who you keep as that one late-night regular you always come back to for a quick creampie before touching anything else.

What sells it for me is how filthy it goes without pretending to be classy. You’ve got big tits stuffed into outfits three sizes too small, big asses that just beg for a hard slap, anal scenes that start with teasing and end with “okay, that looked like it hurt but she’s smiling so fine.” There’s straight stuff, lesbian scenes where two girls forget the camera and just devour each other, some surprisingly tender gay content that makes the male MC feel more like a real perv than a porn robot, and then those group things where everyone is on everyone and you basically give up trying to label what’s happening and just enjoy the mess. The voyeur side is strong too; half of my early game was just me peeking through windows or pretending to look for props while people got railed in the background. There’s this old gilf studio manager who flirts so aggressively you kind of hope she finally drags you into her office and “negotiates your contract” on her desk, but she keeps getting interrupted by some stupid production issue and it drove me insane. And then you forget because a monster girl with horns and drool on her chin asks if you wanna try something “unsafe for YouTube but perfect for here,” and suddenly you’re on your knees, nobody’s talking about contracts anymore, and your only real problem is deciding which of these insane people you’re going to keep in your personal little harem ending once you’ve seen enough to know exactly how wrong this place can get in the best possible way.

Esterium feels like somebody’s horny D&D notebook that accidentally grew into a browser game, and I kind of love that it’s still rough around the edges. You get tossed into this messy fantasy world with a body you pick yourself: big-dicked futa amazon, soft trans mage, stacked barbarian girl with tits that look like they’d knock her off balance, or just some unlucky dude who wandered way too far from home. It starts simple, mostly text and some 3D-ish character shots, but the way the game talks to you has this awkward charm. One moment you’re reading about rusty swords and trading junk, next moment the description suddenly spends three lines on how your cock twitches under your armor, or how your nipples brush the inside of your leather top when you climb over a ruined wall. It’s a bit inconsistent, but in a kind of “oh, a real person is writing this while horny and tired” way that feels weirdly honest.

There was this moment where my futa barbarian was barely strong enough to leave the starting area. I thought, fine, gonna grind skeletons like usual. Instead of a big hype combat, the game just quietly lets you bonk a skeleton to pieces with a rusty axe and then spends more time describing the sweat on your abs than the actual fight. I was like, ok priorities understood. Then later I rerolled as a female mage, wandered in the wrong direction, and ended up in a forest that felt way too empty. Just birds, vague paths, some herbs, nobody to fuck, no monster girl jumping out of the bushes. I actually got annoyed, left the tab open, went to scroll Twitter on my phone, came back, and only then noticed I had missed a clickable option in the text. Suddenly, bam, you meet this monster girl with claws and soft curves, and the game flips from “standard fantasy exploration” to “she pins you to a tree and smells your fear before deciding she’d rather smell your arousal instead.” There is no smooth transition. It’s like the writer forgot they were making an RPG and remembered “oh right, porn” halfway through the paragraph.

The sex so far is short, but it hits specific buttons. There’s this focus on size, on how heavy your tits feel when you run, how your cock strains against your gear when a merchant leans over the counter and you get a hint of cleavage. It’s not super poetic, more like horny forum roleplay with slightly better grammar. Sometimes the pacing is just weird: a whole careful explanation of basic trading, then suddenly one sentence like “her tongue traces the vein along your shaft” and you’re like, wait, we’re doing this now? I like that you can be any of the three main body flavors and the world mostly reacts to your genitals instead of treating it like a big identity lecture. You’re a futa or trans type? Cool, here’s how your underwear feels when you walk, here’s how monsters grab you by the hips and test your “endurance” in a way that has nothing to do with hitpoints. I wish the combat and leveling were less prototype and more “I’m scared to fight that demon because she might absolutely break my back in the fun way”, but also, if they ever polish it too much, it might lose that sleepy, horny energy it has right now. It’s like catching a kink game at that stage where it’s still shy and a bit clumsy, but you can already see it wants to drag you into a dark alley and see how much your character can take before their legs stop working.

The story drops you right into a filthy mix of business, lust, and betrayal. You play this polished guy with a perfect life - high-rise view, loyal girl, kisses on the neck before work - but everything starts to rot the second your boss leans close with that “favor.” It starts simple, like anyone could talk their way out of it, but it’s the kind of request that turns into a trap. One look, one taste of what’s behind his smug smile and you start losing your grip. It’s not just about sex here, though there’s a lot of it - slow teasing, the kind that makes your pulse skip, then full-on raw scenes where control just dies. You feel the corruption crawl under your skin, and somehow you like it. The animations hit hard, the moans sound too real, and every little gesture feels like someone’s watching. Maybe they are, considering the voyeur angle that sneaks in halfway when you least expect it.

What’s strange is how the humor fucks with all the tension. There are moments you laugh right before something really depraved happens - like the devs know exactly how uncomfortable you’re getting. One girl cracks a joke mid-blowjob, and instead of killing the scene, it makes it hotter, nastier. The writing isn’t clean; it’s dirty and uneven, perfect for the kind of story it tells. You slip from one fantasy to another - cheating, swinging, the occasional slap across bare skin - and it never feels clean. The filth is part of the intimacy; the romance still breathes through it. And maybe that’s what makes this thing addictive. It’s not about collecting scenes or chasing endings, it’s about watching the main guy ruin himself piece by piece and pretending you’re not enjoying it too much. The way some of those girls look at him, you know they’re not innocent either. You might judge them, or maybe you’ll just keep watching, hand resting where it shouldn’t be.

Game throws you in as this young lieutenant who looks a bit too clean for all the shit he walks into. You’re leading Alpha 1, bunch of rough assholes with guns, armor and attitude, but somehow your cock still gets more screen time than the rifles. It starts serious, bullets flying, people screaming, blood on walls, a hostage situation that actually feels tense, then suddenly the camera is right in some older officer’s cleavage and you kind of forget there are terrorists outside. I was sampling sounds for a moan pack and I swear the first time one of the milfs pushed you against the concrete wall in that bunker hallway, her low breath and the metal clank from her gear rubbing the wall sounded like something from a gritty war drama, just with more tongue. They really mix the uniform kink with the dirty talk. She’s got that tight combat shirt that does nothing to hide her huge tits, and when she rides you on that steel table during “interrogation”, there’s this combination of muffled echo, boots squeaking and skin slapping that legit made me pause Spotify on my phone because I wanted it clean in my headphones.

The sex doesn’t come out of nowhere, but it also kinda does. One moment you’re planning breach routes, the next your commanding officer, a stacked silver-haired milf with this ice queen vibe, is chewing you out for disobeying orders. Then the scene flips and she has you pinned against a locker, hand on your throat, whispering in your ear that you better “prove you deserve that uniform”. Her moans are a little too porn-site-perfect sometimes, like I’ve heard that exact “ahh~” in half the videos on xVideos, but there’s this deep sigh she does when you push inside her the first time, like she’s been holding it in since boot camp. That one is raw. When she’s riding you, the armor pieces knocking against each other make this clicky sound that I actually found hotter than the usual wet squish. Feels like you’re fucking in a real armory, not some clean studio room. And yeah, they go hard with the violence in between, bodies on the ground, blood soaking the dirt, gunshots ringing in the distance while you sneak into some half-destroyed safehouse. It’s weird how fast the tone hops from romance vibes to “I’m gonna sit on your face in full tactical gear” and then back to planning how to get the VIP out alive. It shouldn’t work. Sometimes it really doesn’t. But then there’s this scene inside a transport vehicle, red emergency lights flashing, engine humming low, where one of the older women silently pulls you into her lap, unzips your pants and just starts stroking you in the dark while the rest of the squad pretends not to notice. The audio there is almost quiet, just her breath in your ear and the distant rattle of metal. I kept replaying that one, not even for the visuals. Just that rhythm, that mix of danger and slow, dirty handjob in a humming steel box. Yeah, I kinda hated how rushed some emotional bits felt, but I still went back to those scenes to steal sounds for my own stuff. Priorities, right.

SeductVille feels like opening a horny Instagram feed that somehow turned into a town, and everyone inside got way too comfortable with you way too fast. You start as this guy just walking around, thinking it’s the usual click-next visual novel thing, and then you realize the game is more like wandering through a sexy playground where nobody cares about “fail states,” only how far you’ll push it. You flirt, you tease, you fuck up lines, and the game doesn’t punish you, it just tilts the mood a little. One girl laughs when you’re too direct, another one gets visibly wet in the animations when you’re the same kind of blunt. That contrast is kind of the fun. The 3D models are thick in a very “I follow this creator on OnlyFans” way: big tits that actually bounce, asses that fill the frame when they lean forward, lips and tongues close enough you can almost feel the breath when you go down on them. The oral scenes are animated with more attention than some devs give to entire plots. Watching a girl slowly wrap her lips around the MC, eyes looking up, spit shining on the shaft, felt more intimate than half the supposed “romantic” games out there, and then the next scene she’s using her mouth like she’s trying to win a speedrun. Makes zero sense and yet I liked it.

What really got me is how it pretends to be a dating sim but is actually a sandbox of vibes. You open the city map, poke somewhere just to see what happens, and suddenly you’re in a bar flirting with a thick milf with a dress one size too small, her tits almost falling out every time she leans on the counter. Talk sweet and you get a slow build, teasing, a hand on your thigh, her ass brushing your crotch “by accident.” Talk dirty and she bites her lip, pulls you into the restroom, and the scene jumps into this animated sequence where she’s kneeling, sucking you off while trying not to ruin her makeup, cheeks hollowing, ass wiggling like it has its own personality. Then later, same woman, different route, she’s riding you on the couch like she owns you, her big ass clapping in your face with this stupidly satisfying rhythm. At one point I was stuck just staring at a side shot of a girl’s butt in tight shorts for way too long, because the shading on the fabric crease between her cheeks looked low-key perfect, then suddenly I noticed the background plant clipping in a weird way and it annoyed me, and I kept noticing it in other scenes after that. The city itself feels like a horny toy box: you try a risky dare here, unlock a new scene there, flirt badly with some confident chick and she still ends up grinding against you while you sit on a park bench pretending to check your phone. The choices never feel like “right vs wrong,” more like “soft tease vs filthy escalation” and both give you something. Sometimes the dialogue is awkward, like Google Translate horny edition, but in a funny way that almost matches how I actually talk when I’m flustered. And yeah, the MC is supposed to be in control, but half the time it feels like the women are the ones playing with you, especially in those slow teasing scenes where they pull your pants down and then just breathe on your cock, smiling, licking along the shaft without taking it in, dragging the frustration out while the animation loops. Those moments hit harder than the actual climax. The whole thing is messy, sexy, indulgent and somehow still chill. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?