Himeno shows up like a bad idea you know you should walk away from, but your dick and your brain never really talk, right. She smells like cheap booze and cigarettes and something sweet on her breath, eye patch tilting a little, that lazy smile that says “I’m gonna ruin you” and somehow it sounds like a promise. The game drops you right into her orbit as this kinda average devil hunter guy, nothing special, just another dude with too much debt and not enough self respect, and suddenly you’re stuck running missions with the hottest walking red flag in the agency. It’s mostly visual novel style, click through scenes, pick replies, watch her reactions. Sometimes she leans in too close when she explains a plan, sometimes she “rewards” you after a job in exactly the way you’re imagining, and sometimes she just laughs and goes to drink alone and you feel weirdly hurt even though she literally puked on you like ten scenes ago.

What I liked is how horny it gets without pretending it’s classy. There’s romance talk, yeah, those quiet moments on the balcony, smoke blowing in your face, her asking why you keep risking your life, and you think “oh, this is sweet, it’s deep” and then two clicks later she’s riding you raw on the same balcony, city lights behind, her eyepatch slipping and her moaning your name like she forgot you’re just some salaryman with a gun. When she pulls you into her messy room after a bloody mission and pushes you on the bed, clothes half off, breathing hard, and then just… makes you wait while she talks about contracts and demons, that tease is actually better than half the porn I got on my hard dri… on my Google Drive. And yeah, there is creampie content, very direct. No fade to black. You get those slow thrust text descriptions, her legs wrapping tighter, that “don’t pull out” line delivered like she’s daring you, then that stupidly detailed finish where the game lingers on how warm she feels inside. It’s not subtle, but why would you want subtle here.

The wild part is how much the “AI CG” stuff actually fits her personality. Sometimes her face looks a bit off in one CG, like her hair forgot gravity for a second, or a hand is a tiny bit weird, and honestly I kinda loved it, it matches how unhinged she is. One scene in the shower where water is doing impossible stuff on her body made me laugh and still jerk off, so whatever. Their fake version of Chainsaw Man’s world is just enough to be familiar but not enough to get them sued, like they changed the labels but not the vibe. You get a few choices that feel big, like deciding whether to stay professional on a mission or sneak into her bed when she’s drunk and half asleep and mumbling another guy’s name. Sometimes you pick the “good guy” answer and she actually likes you less, which is funny and also annoying, but also kinda hot because she really is broken inside. Sex scenes shift with that too: she can go from lazy, almost affectionate missionary, hand on your cheek, soft kisses, to just grinding on you like she’s using you as a toy, finishing first, smirking, and then letting you cum inside her like it’s an afterthought. There’s this one part where she complains about her cigarette brand mid blowjob and I still feel weirdly offended by it, but yeah, I replayed that scene. You probably will too.

Game feels like reading the dirtiest confession blog on Tumblr that somehow grew a brain and started talking back to you. You’re inside this guy’s skull, this super horny mix of jealousy and curiosity, and the whole thing plays like a slow train crash in a porn theater. One moment he’s trying to be a normal boyfriend, the next he’s picturing his girl on her knees for a guy who looks like he walked out of a Calvin Klein ad, and the game just kinda looks at you like “you gonna click yes or no, coward?” It’s a visual novel setup, sure, but it acts more like a sandbox for your worst ideas. You jump between scenes in this loose, kinda messy way, poking around chats on her phone, peeking at his fantasies, then suddenly you’re watching her let some huge black dude spread her on the sofa while the MC sits there hard as rock, trying to pretend he’s not into it. He totally is. You are too, don’t lie.

What I like is how the sex doesn’t wait for you to be “ready”. You click through this playful flirt scene, think it’s just teasing, and then bam, cum dripping down her tits while your guy is jerking off in the corner. There’s this one moment where he’s “helping” her with another dude, like he literally holds her wrists behind her back so the other guy can push deeper in her ass, and you feel that switch in his head from panic to obsession. They do those in-between frames really nice, the little tongue slips, the way her eyes roll when she’s getting titfucked and trying to talk at the same time, and yeah, if you collect animated gifs you’re gonna be sitting there hammering F12 like a freak. Even the bi content feels sneaky: you pick some option just to be “supportive” and suddenly the big guy has your MC on his knees, hand in his hair, and the game plays it like the most natural thing ever. No grand speech, just “open your mouth, boy”, and it cuts to cum on his lips like he was waiting his whole damn life. There’s bondage scenes too where she’s tied up and technically he’s in control, but you can see on his face he knows he’s just the cameraman for someone else’s show, and for this kind of sick little fetish corner, that’s exactly the point.

Gohan trying to be a normal guy and failing in the horniest way possible is honestly the whole mood here. He’s supposed to focus on studies, on being this good half-saiyan boy, and instead you’re wandering around in this messy little sandbox of temptation where every “oops, I walked into the wrong room” somehow turns into tits, ass, or someone’s marriage getting way too flexible. It starts innocent enough: you’re just talking, running errands, feeling that classic awkward Gohan vibe. Then suddenly you’re in front of a MILF with a ridiculous chest, her clothes just barely staying up, and the dialogue takes that one tiny step from “oh, you’re such a nice boy” to “close the door behind you.” The game makes it feel slow-burn, but then you look back and realize you went from tutoring to raw fucking in like three scenes.

The parody angle actually hits different if you watched Dragon Ball growing up. Seeing Gohan use super strength for something other than punching villains, like holding a woman in mid-air while you rail her from behind, is stupid in the best way. You get those cheesy romance beats where you’re “helping” a woman with her problems, and then it quietly turns into cheating, like it’s just one more side quest. One moment you’re talking about training and peace, the next you’re balls deep in some big ass, her moans looping while your brain half-recognizes the hairstyle from the show. The animated scenes feel like those old hentai clips you’d find on random websites, not perfectly smooth but with just enough jiggle in big tits and that sloppy back-and-forth motion that makes you mute Chrome and lean in. Sometimes the animation is a bit stiff, but somehow that roughness makes it more like a dirty fan project your friend “totally didn’t spend months on.” I still don’t like the tiny UI buttons though, my mouse kept missing stuff and I got annoyed for like 5 seconds then forgot because someone bent over in front of me.

Android 18 here is dangerous in a different way. You know she could kill you with one hand, and the game kind of leans into that. The way she looks at you, the slightly cold lines that still end with her spreading her legs, it feels like you’re crossing a line you shouldn’t. Her scenes hit harder since it blends that controlled, robot-like calm with really nasty stuff like getting fucked until her composure breaks. In one route you’re basically collecting women around Gohan, turning this hero into the center of a harem without him even acting like a typical hentai protagonist. He still talks like Gohan, shy, polite, almost blushing, but you keep choosing options that drag him deeper into this secret life of vaginal sex, anal experiments, married women sneaking off, and soft little romance touches that make it dirtier instead of sweeter. It’s funny, I wanted more “serious” adventure parts at first, more superpowers and big fights, but each time the screen shook and clothes came off, I completely lost that thought and just listened to the breathing sounds, like an ASMR track that starts with light whispers and ends with someone choking on your cock. I kinda wish they'd fix some transitions between scenes, they feel a bit jumpy, but they probably never will and somehow that fits this whole messy, horny universe just fine.

Tifa in a dirty Asgar back alley is honestly one of those ideas that sounds like a shitpost you see on Twitter, then you actually click and suddenly you are sitting there, pants half down, thinking about ethics. The game throws you into this narrow, trashy street corner where Tifa’s “chance encounter” is not really chance at all, it feels more like the city itself is horny and bored and wants to see what happens if you poke her morality with a stick. You move around with simple point & click stuff, nothing fancy, but the way it uses that simplicity is what stuck with me. Clicking a trash can to see if there is something useful in there, then realizing the thing you find is not an item, but a decision that will push her closer to being a public slut or staying that slightly sad “good girl who knows better” is weirdly heavy. At one moment I was carefully choosing polite dialogue, trying to keep her dignity, and five minutes later I was letting her bend over near a flickering neon sign while some random nobody jerked off watching her and the game treated it like a natural escalation, not a sudden “corruption level 100” jump. It creeps up on you. You think you still control the line, and then a new option appears like “maybe flash your tits, nobody will notice,” and of course the whole alley notices.

What really messes with your head is how it uses those AI CG images. Most AI porn games feel like a Frankenstein of mismatched faces and extra fingers, but here the Tifa knockoff is close enough to tick the nostalgia brain, and different enough you start reading her like an alternate universe version. Her boobs are weaponized, obviously, but not only in the “big tits for clickbait” way. You get a scene where she is cornered near a broken streetlight, and two dudes are arguing over who gets to “check if she is really as soft as she looks,” and the camera shifts between her embarrassed face and that tight top about to give up on physics. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are participating in a stupid social experiment about how many times you will click “let them touch a bit more” before you feel like trash. Then the game throws Aerith into the mix and suddenly there is this weird soft romance flavor sliding under all the sleaze. One path has you focusing on Tifa’s spiral into exhibitionism, letting her discover she actually likes being watched, like properly likes it, moaning louder on purpose because she knows there might be someone behind the window. Another bit switches you over to a male POV, looking at her and Aerith almost like collectibles, and I hated how efficient that perspective is. It makes you treat them as reward screens, then suddenly there is a little tender gesture between them, a kiss that is not just porn logic, and your brain has to adjust: oh, shit, maybe they feel something too. The romance is clumsy but honest, like two thirsty people in a city that only respects power and skin. I wish the UI wasn’t so stiff and some of the dialogue didn’t sound like Google Translate drunk on cheap wine, but in a funny way it fits the whole “morals falling apart in a forgotten alley” vibe. It feels broken in the same way the characters are broken. And yeah, that text choice that moves half a pixel when you hover? I’m still irrationally angry about that.

The Warrior of Light is fucked up in the head and the body, in the best way. You start not as some fresh rookie, but as a hero who already burned through all the epic bullshit and paid for it. Your power runs on feelings, and you basically overdosed on emotions. So now the plot is simple and kinda genius: to get your strength back, you need therapy that is not really therapy, more like “let’s weaponize affection, horniness and cuddling” while you crawl through this weird mix of parody fantasy and horny sandbox. It feels like someone read the source material with one hand and a grin, then asked: “ok but what if all the bonding scenes actually went where the fanfics always wanted them to go?”

You hop around locations like a point and click pervert, poking at things, pestering girls and guys, flirting with monster cuties that really should not be that adorable. One moment you chill with a smug mage who keeps teasing you about “purely magical research”, next moment a towering monster girl is talking about eating you and you are not sure if she means your soul or your cock. The game lets you play both as the big-name hero and, in some scenes, slide into a female POV who is just as horny and just as messy. Lesbian moments don’t feel like they were slapped in for a tag checklist, you actually get that slow, stupid build: hands brushing, a joke that goes too far, a dare, then suddenly you are between her thighs and she is trying not to be too loud and failing. There is gay content too where your so-called “bro” from past battles suddenly remembers how intense your bond is and decides the best way to help you recover is to jerk you off while talking about old campaigns like it's totally normal. Straight stuff, anal, oral, soft romance, nasty power play, it is all there, but mixed so casual it almost feels like hanging out with old party members who just stopped pretending.

In between all this sex comedy, the game still remembers it is an RPG. There is turn based combat that looks kind of silly for someone who already saved the world, because sometimes you are fighting with your dick basically on cooldown. Skills fueled by emotions mean a blowjob scene can literally make you stronger in the next fight, which is extremely stupid and somehow perfect. You’ll be doing little “therapy sessions” where a lover slowly jerks you off while asking about your trauma, and then the UI happily shows your stats going up as you moan through it. The humor is half shitpost, half affectionate roast of the original story: characters misquote dramatic lines while riding you, someone tries to give a heartfelt speech and keeps getting interrupted by your hand on their ass. It is rough in places, not every joke lands, sometimes the sandbox pacing goes weird and you are stuck clicking through flirting when you just want to get railed, but that unpolished feeling makes it more like a horny fan project that grew too big and never learned how to behave. One scene you’re carefully romancing a shy girl, whispering sweet nothings while you lick her, next scene a smug dragon girl is using your face like a chair and calling it “treatment” for your emotional overload. It should not work. It kind of does.

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.

Kanoi Academy looks like one of those fancy anime schools from Pinterest, but right away the whole place feels kinda wrong, in a good “oh shit what did I just click” way. You’re Jin, this completely regular dude who somehow got invited to a place where everyone else is a genius, a prodigy, or at least pretending really hard. And then they throw you into this “Friendship Club”, which sounds cute and harmless until you realize friendship here means awkward flirting in empty classrooms, accidentally getting a face full of tits when someone trips, and talking about trauma right after a blowjob like it’s a normal club activity. One second you’re laughing at some dumb joke about homework, next second there’s a girl with a ridiculous ass grinding on your lap in the club room while you both pretend to be “practicing communication skills”. The game really leans into that school slice of life thing, but twists it just enough so even simple stuff like a walk to the dorms at night feels like it might turn into a horror scene or a handjob behind the bushes. Or both. Somehow both fits this place.

What surprised me is how much it jumps between horny and kinda fucked up without warning. You’ll be joking around with this bubbly girl who loves teasing you, she’s pressing her big soft tits into you, breathing in your ear while you’re trying not to bust in your pants. Then she says something real heavy, like she’s only here because her parents treat her like a project, not a person, and the mood just crashes for a second. Then she drops to her knees in the same scene, opens your fly, and starts sucking you off like it’s stress relief, messy spit on her lips, her eyes getting teary for more than one reason. It’s weirdly hot and sad at the same time. A lot of the sex plays like that: vaginal with slow, deep thrusts where the camera hangs on the way her body shakes, or quick desperate fucking when you’re both half dressed, her skirt pushed up, panties around her thigh, your hands fighting with her huge ass because you can’t grab it all. The 3D style works fine here, sometimes it looks stiff, but there are moments where a character just tilts her head or smirks and it hits way harder than it should. Also, the horror angle pops up when you least expect it: late night hallway, no music, light flickering, you hear something behind you, think it’s ghost shit, and it’s actually a girl you know, standing too close, whispering she’s been “waiting for you” with that smile that says romance on top but some real obsession hiding under it. Then she drags you into an empty room, locks the door, and suddenly your biggest problem is not monsters, it’s whether you can last more than a minute while her mouth works your cock like she practiced on lollipops her whole life. The game keeps doing that, turning horny into creepy, creepy into sweet, sweet into full on fucking in some quiet corner of the campus, like the whole academy is a sandbox of messed up feelings and wet thighs. You’re not really a hero here, just a guy pulling at threads, making choices, getting sucked into everyone’s drama, and somehow that makes every kiss, every joke, every time you slide inside someone and hear that first sharp gasp feel a bit more real than it has any right to.

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.

This one feels like someone mashed together a horny isekai, a scuffed VR chatroom and a bad idea after too many Red Bulls, then accidentally made it kind of interesting. You start as this regular student guy who is not actually regular at all, because in the VR game world he can tweak his body and everyone else’s like a character editor that got drunk. One moment you are sitting in your boring room, next moment you are staring at a girl with a skirt way too short to be allowed in any real school, big tits bouncing like the dev never heard of bras, and your only real problem is deciding if you want to be a decent human or a complete perv. I tried to be “good” at first, clicked all the nice options, and the game basically laughed at me and kept dangling ass shots in my face. It’s kind of unfair. I liked it.

The fantasy part kicks in fast once you start playing with the VR rules: races you swap into, bodies you transform, the whole “what if I wasn’t stuck in this average body” thing. You can go from the normal student body to some ripped guy with a monster cock, or even slide into a female avatar and suddenly every look from NPCs hits different. There is this moment where you log into a new zone and your female form is walking through a crowd of orc-looking dudes and they stare at your huge ass in a way that made me feel weirdly targeted. Not a complaint. Or it is. Hard to say. Also, the game keeps teasing you with that line between “this is just a virtual girl” and “wait, that’s actually my classmate behind the avatar” and once that clicks, every blowjob scene becomes twice as dirty. I had one scene where I realized halfway through that the toon on her knees drooling on my dick was someone in the “real” world that my character actually knows, and it made the whole thing way more fucked up than the usual porn game loop. The incest angle shows up like a car crash too. No build up, no slow burn. One second you are exploring, next second you are in a room with a family member whose avatar clearly has sliders maxed on tits and ass, and the game almost dares you to press the wrong option.

What really got me was how the netorare stuff sneaks in while you are distracted by all the other porn. You are busy enjoying some oral in a dark alley with a fantasy milf who lets you grab her big ass with both hands, then later you find out she also plays with a different guy’s character and suddenly there are scenes where you are stuck watching your girl get pounded by some taller, darker avatar with stats clearly better than yours. The game lets you choose if you want to join, stop it, or just watch, and I hate how often I picked “watch” just to see where the dev takes it. There is this brutal little school corridor scene where your supposed partner is pushed up against a wall in a schoolgirl uniform, skirt flipped, panties around one ankle, getting railed by some other player while your POV character stands there useless and hard, and it hits different because you already fucked her in another route. Or maybe it doesn’t, I don’t know, I’m not your therapist. The interracial stuff kind of blends with the fantasy races, so sometimes you are not sure if you are banging a dark-skinned elf, a real-world black guy’s avatar, or both. The line is thin, and the story likes to step over it, then pretend nothing happened. I wish the VR tech inside the story was explained less, honestly, the attempts at logic just get in the way of the next time someone drops to their knees and takes a thick cock down their throat like it’s no big deal. But here I am, still clicking “next” like an idiot, because every time I think I’ve seen all the kinks, it goes, “what if we twist this relationship one more time” and suddenly that same girl moaning under you is someone you probably shouldn’t be touching at all.

I didn’t expect the opening scene to slap that hard. You’re just standing there, half-broken hull around you, half-naked angel girl trying to look dignified while her collar blinks red every few seconds like some sick metronome. The captain walks in, voice like a bad radio signal, and you already know he’s going to be trouble. He touches her shoulder and - bam - your gut twists, not from shock, but from that weird cocktail of jealousy and arousal that this game keeps feeding you. It’s dirty, but not in the lazy way. The camera lingers too long, like it’s daring you to blink first. I didn’t. The whole thing plays out like someone’s fever dream of power and guilt and skin. Makes you feel complicit, which I kinda like. Some games treat voyeurism like a kink checkbox; this one makes it feel like a confession.

Then there’s that sequence in the maintenance bay - god, the lighting there. Blue flicker off the coolant pipes, the hum of half-dead machinery, and she’s there again, pretending not to notice you. The teasing is mean, but not cartoonishly so. She leans over, the slave tag glinting on her neck, and you can almost smell the metal. I won’t say the animation’s perfect - it isn’t - but it stumbles in a way that feels almost human. The moans don’t line up sometimes, and that somehow makes it better. You start thinking about the morality system that never really punishes you enough, about how the captain’s wives don’t even care you’re stealing glances, and then suddenly there’s a flashback about the fall of the Geniorcracy and I kind of stop caring about lore entirely. Maybe it matters, maybe not. What kept me there was that slow burn humiliation mixed with tenderness, like someone whispering “you’re disgusting” but softly.

Anyway, the soundtrack’s too clean, too polished - like it doesn’t belong in that filth. And I swear one of the sound cues is stolen from some old dating sim on Nutaku. Doesn’t matter. By the time the angel finally looks you in the eye, you’ve already forgotten what you were supposed to be doing.