It’s messy in a way that feels almost too personal, like reading someone’s horny dream journal that accidentally got turned into a game. The first time I saw Rias just leaning in, her hair catching that fake moonlight, I thought the animation was glitching - too smooth, almost alive. Then she smirked, and I forgot about the weird clipping on her shoulder. The story pretends to care about demons and contracts, but it’s really just an excuse to throw you into this feverish loop of moaning, glowing eyes, and clothes that evaporate faster than logic. The main guy acts like he’s confused about what’s happening, but his hands sure know where to go. You start judging him for being a pushover, then realize you’re clicking through every scene like a hungry idiot.

I kept thinking about how the sound design feels like someone recorded it in a bathroom but somehow it works - it’s raw, kind of embarrassing, and that’s what makes it hot. Akeno’s laugh cuts through the music in this way that makes you feel like she’s laughing at you, not him. There’s this one scene with Koneko that’s so awkwardly animated it loops twice before syncing up, and it made me laugh right before it made me need to close the curtains. The mind control bit is weirdly casual, like everyone just shrugs and goes along with it. I don’t even know if that’s sexy or lazy. Probably both.

The pacing is nonsense - one moment you’re watching a serious “contract ritual,” next thing you’re watching him buried between thighs that look like they were rendered by someone who’s never seen knees before. But it doesn’t matter. It’s that kind of game that doesn’t want to be perfect, just filthy enough to keep your brain fogged. I opened it thinking I’d hate it for being another cheap fantasy knockoff, but now I can’t even remember what I was supposed to be mad about. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe it’s just the moans.

After your father had to move away for work, he didn't want your education to suffer. His solution? Leaving you in the care of his long-time friend, Darla. Now, you find yourself sharing a roof with her daughter, Anya - who also happens to be your classmate.

Years of laziness have finally caught up with you, leaving you on the verge of failing out of school. This is your wake-up call. Your teachers have given you one final chance to redeem yourself and graduate. But this journey is about more than just grades; it’s a path of self-discovery, unexpected encounters, and uncovering who you truly are.

And remember... purple is the color of passion.

Are you ready to explore the hidden desires within Classroom Affairs?

The town looks holy as fuck at first glance. Little stone church, quiet streets, people acting all shy and “god-fearing” while obviously thinking about getting railed behind closed doors. Into this strolls our main character: a 52-year-old priest who looks like he’s seen some shit, hasn’t had decent pussy in a decade, and suddenly finds himself surrounded by temptation wearing habits that are hanging on for dear life. He’s not some bland saint either. You feel right away this guy has the calm, slow confidence of a dude who knows exactly how to make a woman forget her own name, and maybe her morals too. Three nuns follow him, like a horny little parade of secrets: each one with big tits, soft asses, and those “I’m totally pure, father” eyes that start to change every time he leans in a little too close. Under the church? Yeah, there’s a crypt, and it’s not just cobwebs and old bones waiting there. The place almost feels alive, like it’s watching the priest every time he thinks about pushing someone down on the altar and making her moan loud enough to shake the stained glass.

The game plays like a slow corruption fantasy mixed with small-town porn gossip. One moment you’re blessing the congregation, next moment you’re deciding if you’ll use a bit of mind control to make a nun kneel in front of you, open her mouth, and take your cock like she’s swallowing holy wine. The dev leans hard into harem vibes: you’re juggling nuns, a stacked landlady milf with tits made for titfucks, and even a horny younger guy you can either help or totally cockblock. There’s this great scene where the kid is nervously talking about how he wants to get into his landlady’s pants, and you get the choice to “guide” him... or just say screw it and keep that big-ass milf for yourself. Watching her thighs spread as she rides you, thick breasts bouncing in your face, while you know she was “supposed” to be his is nastier than half the porn on xHamster. Creampies matter here too, not just as visual, but as choices: who do you fill, who ends up pregnant, who becomes your obedient little broodmare in the name of “divine duty”. The 3D-style characters glow under candlelight when you bend them over a pew, spanking them till their ass is red and trembling, then sliding in raw, listening to them beg for more even as they pretend they’re ashamed. Nuns with rosaries tangling between their bouncing tits while they choke on your cock, monster girls under the church offering you deals with claws and curves, a priest turning from “merciful shepherd” into full-on dom who keeps toys in the confessional and sins in every corner of the crypt. Nothing about this feels safe or polite. It’s filthy, sacrilegious, and kind of fascinating in that “yeah, I’m going to hell, but at least I came twice” way.

RapeCide looks like somebody took a normal cyberpunk city, forgot to pay the light bill for ten years, then filled the empty streets with every fucked up power fantasy they could think of and hit shuffle. You play as AJ, this engineered super cop girl who’s supposedly top tier lethal, all tactical gear and big attitude, and the game just keeps finding new ways to drag her through the mud. And not just “oops I fell into trouble” kind of mud. More like “mind control collar, public use, broken pride in an alley next to a flickering neon sign that says nothing good” type of mud. The story pretends it’s about retaking a derelict city, but very fast it turns into the city retaking you, your agency, your clothes, your holes, your everything. One moment you feel like a badass soldier in a ruined dystopia, next moment you’re naked on your knees, cum dripping down your big tits, being ordered to thank the guy who just slapped you so hard the camera shook. And then AJ still tries to stand up like she’s got anything left, which is weirdly hot and kind of pathetic at the same time.

Combat is turn based, but the sexy part is how the fight choices are just slow steps toward how badly things go for her when she loses. You pick skills, try to play smart, manage your status, and when you screw up, suddenly you’re pinned to a wall with hands everywhere, some thug laughing while he uses her throat like a toy and another guy works her ass with a toy that definitely didn’t pass any health inspection. The humiliation scenes feel less like “here is a reward” and more like “congrats, you misplayed and now your super cop is a drooling fuckdoll on the pavement.” I like that. Or maybe I don’t. The game kind of beats you up emotionally too. They play with corruption really hard: you get these moments where AJ could say no, push back, try to hold onto her cop code, or she can just lean into prostitution offers, let the blackmail stick, agree to some nasty contract in exchange for gear. Sometimes the “smart” way for the mission is also the one where she ends up on a stage, stripping while a crowd throws credits and someone in the back shouts orders that make her cheeks burn and her body obey anyway. And yeah, the animations focus way too much on drool. I noticed that. Couldn’t stop noticing it. The dev clearly has a thing about faces totally wrecked with spit and bukkake, like half the city is paid in facials.

What really got me though is how messy the power fantasy is. On paper it’s male domination central: guys using her like property, slapping her ass until it’s red, fucking her pussy and ass at the same time while someone else holds her hair and uses her mouth, filling her up and then watching the creampie leak as she wobbles in her boots. But then out of nowhere you meet women who are worse. There’s one scene where this high rank bitch in tight armor casually gropes AJ in front of her own squad, like “you’re mine now,” and AJ can’t do shit about it. She gets toyed with, spanked, forced to lick boots, and the whole tone flips into femdom in a way that kind of blindsides you. One moment she’s choking on some brute’s cock, next she’s chained kneeling in front of a woman playing with a vibrator on the lowest setting just to make her beg for more. I opened Discord mid scene to scream into a channel about how the writer is actually evil, then went right back in. There’s even a bit where you botch a tactical call, lose control of a zone, and the “punishment” is basically group sex in an abandoned checkpoint, with guards taking turns in her mouth while others spank and grope and laugh about the “mighty officer” reduced to a cum bucket. Somewhere in there is a romance line pretending to exist, but it keeps getting buried under spits, collars, and her slowly accepting that this city doesn’t want a hero. It wants a slave that still tries to stand up, even when she’s covered in semen and shaking from another rough orgasm she didn’t consent to but her body clearly did.

Imagine a horny trivia night where every question you answer wrong sends you into a different timeline and every “bonus round” is actually someone riding your dick or your face. That’s kind of how this game feels. One moment you’re this broke nobody in modern time, jerking off at home and trying not to think about how useless you are, then suddenly some crazy AI thing wants to delete the whole universe and now you’re time skipping between a medieval kingdom, a neon sci‑fi hellscape and your pretty normal city, collecting tits, trouble and trauma like Pokémon. Except these Pokémon sit on your face, call you “pet” and make you pay their rent by turning your stats and their holes into profit. The story pretends you’re the chosen one, but you always feel more like the idiot who just happened to be standing closest to the big red button labeled “world ending bullshit, press here.” Somehow that works.

What actually hooked me was how the horny stuff and the “ok I need to actually think” stuff are tangled together. You wanna rail the witch with the huge ass in the medieval castle? Great, but she wants proof you can survive the dungeon first, so off you go, bumbling through corridors, managing your health, trying not to get clapped by monster girls who look like they crawled out of someone’s very specific tags list. One of them literally had you on your knees with her foot on your chest, toes stroking your cock while she messes with your head, whispering that you’re just a toy in her dungeon. It’s half combat encounter, half humiliation fetish and you kind of forget which part you’re supposed to be “winning.” Then in the future era you’re managing a brothel like it’s a fucked up version of Football Manager. You set shifts, choose which girl teases which client, worry about corruption levels, unlock new services, suddenly realize you’ve min-maxed your way into running a time traveling prostitution empire. There’s even that awkward first time thing with one of the virgins in the school arc, where the game doesn’t shy away from it being clumsy and weird before it gets hot. She’s jerking you off badly at first, nervous as hell, then after a few scenes she’s got your cock between her tits, tongue on the tip, making that stupid ahegao face and you’re like “ok, yeah, character development.” And all the while this AI VOID thing is in the background, like a DM who keeps reminding you that the universe is dying while you’re busy getting a sloppy blowjob behind a tavern. Honestly, I came for the big tits and stayed because I was lowkey panicking about breaking the timeline while creampie-ing a princess in public in front of half the city. And yeah, that sentence makes sense if you’ve played it.

You come back to this glossy, fake-perfect hometown like some prodigal son who learned how to fuck with people’s brains instead of just getting a normal job. Now you’re the new psychologist in a mega rich tech corporation, walking into rooms where everyone smiles too wide and lies for a living. Under the marble floors and glass walls, it all smells like perfume, power and bad decisions. The game leans hard into that. Every session you run feels like foreplay and interrogation at the same time. You’re supposed to help them, of course, but the tools they give you, the tech, the hypnosis routines, the little “mental triggers” you slip into their thoughts, it all starts feeling less like therapy and more like slow, sweet corruption. You’re not just listening. You’re adjusting. Pushing. Groping minds before you even touch their skin.

What I liked is how the story keeps mixing that clinical talk with very physical, shameless scenes. One moment you talk with a high-ranking MILF executive about workplace stress while she crosses and uncrosses those ridiculous thick thighs, blouse two buttons too low, always “by accident”. Next scene, you’re in her penthouse, city lights behind her, and she’s asking you to “help her relax” while your hand is inside her blouse and she’s kneeling between your legs, lips shiny, voice all shaky from a suggestion you planted earlier. It is not subtle. It’s not even trying to be. It knows exactly what it is doing when it gives you dialogue options that look responsible, then clearly marks another one that will nudge her a bit deeper into dependence, into that warm, obedient haze. You tell yourself you’re testing the boundaries of the tech, that it’s for science, but then you’re making her slowly strip for you in her office, door half open, her tits bouncing in those little looped animated scenes that repeat just enough times you realize you’ve been staring too long. At some point there is a scene with a “family dinner” that pretends to be normal, like catching up after you’ve been away. It goes sideways fast if you choose the more daring lines. Old resentments on the table, wine flowing, and you quietly dropping cues, peeling away all the polite surface. Watching someone who should absolutely not be touching you like that run a hand along your thigh under the table while the others talk about business mergers feels filthy in a very particular, incest-tinted way the game clearly enjoys. It toys with romance too, like putting sugar on poison. There are moments where one woman’s shy smile, the way she leans on you on a balcony, actually feels tender, almost pure. Then you remember you installed a mental reinforcement earlier that makes her horny when she smells your cologne, and the next kiss is tongue, teeth, desperation, her grinding that big ass into your crotch while she whispers how safe she feels with you. I still hate the phone UI popups that slide in at the worst times and cover half the boob, by the way. Whoever designed that deserves a very stern handjob without lube. The branching is sneaky. You think you’re just picking filthy or filthier, but later the game tells you in its own way that you chose whether she becomes a loyal lover, a brainwashed toy, or something broken and dangerous. Multiple endings hide behind small choices in early scenes, like whether you give someone a comforting hug or you “accidentally” let your hand rest on her ass a bit too long. And somewhere between giving oral instructions during an actual blowjob scene, watching those smooth 3D bodies glisten, and deciding if you’ll let one of them keep a bit of free will, you realize you’re not playing the hero here at all, just enjoying every slow, dirty step.

You start as this nobody in a school full of assholes, basically wallpaper that can hold a bag. People bump into you in the corridor and don’t even say sorry, teachers misread your name every single time, and the only time anyone looks at you is when they need a free note from last lesson. Then the game quietly puts this “tool” in your hands. No tutorial, no glowing button, just a weird interface, some profiles, and the feeling that someone is watching you from behind the screen. It looks almost boring at first, like some cheap chat app or a bad school portal, and then you send one message and the story flips from “sad nerd” to “oh shit, I can actually break people.”

The fun part is how much of it lives inside text and your imagination. You are not walking around with WASD or anything, you are sitting in your room, reading and typing, going through chats with classmates, teachers, that weird girl everybody calls a freak, the thot who lives on Instagram, the strict class rep who pretends she hates attention. The game lets you poke inside their heads, first gently, then deeper, then way too deep. You use pressure, little lies, blackmail, secret pics, their own kinks they try to hide. One moment you are just convincing a girl to send a “harmless” selfie after school. Next moment you are telling her exactly how to touch herself while she tries to keep her voice down because her parents are in the next room. The writing is so casual it hurts. No big description of “her luscious curves” bullshit, just things like “her hand shakes near her skirt as she waits for your next message” and your brain fills the rest.

Sometimes you play the big dominant asshole, pushing them to call you “sir” or “master,” making them kneel in the empty classroom they thought they locked, forcing them to write “I am your slave” fifty times instead of homework. And then the game flips and throws a girl at you who is way more broken than you are. She reads your messages like you are the toy, not her, and you realize you walked into her trap. There are scenes where she orders you to describe your own kink in detail, mocks your hard-on through the screen, then uses your own fucked up fantasies to turn you into the obedient one. She’ll tell you to put your phone on speaker, pull your cock out and stroke only when she texts “go,” punish you when you slip, and it feels unfair because you thought you were in control. I loved that. I hated that. No, actually I loved that. The whole “mind control” thing is not just hypnosis magic, it’s the way text can slowly twist someone’s brain, and the game is kind of rude about how easy it actually is. You blackmail a shy girl with stolen screenshots until she agrees to meet in a dark classroom, hands on the desk, ass out, and when you finally slide your hand under her panties and make her jerk you off with those shaking fingers, you realize she isn’t just scared, she is getting addicted to obeying.

There are some nice AI-style images popping up here and there to glue the fantasy to your brain, but they never explain why one girl’s hair suddenly looks slightly different from another angle and it annoys me every single time. Also the phone notification sound is slightly off, like some cheap Android clone, and it drove me crazy, but I never muted it anyway. You go from reading stupid school gossip to ordering a girl to record herself choking on a dildo in the school bathroom, and then later she casually sends you a pic of her wearing her uniform with the shirt open, collar pulled up like a leash, pupils wide like she’s high, waiting for your next command. The game often pretends you have this big “moral choice” but we both know you are here to corrupt everyone, including yourself. And it works: by the time you have one girl calling you “owner,” another one blackmailing you right back, and a third one begging you in private chat to make her your personal pet so she doesn’t have to think anymore, you’re not really sure if you’re the villain, the victim, or just the pervert sitting behind the keyboard, grinning at a bunch of text boxes like it’s the most important thing in your life. Which it kind of becomes, at least while the game is running.

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.

Ayako wakes up in a body that still remembers how to fight, how to fuck, how to obey certain voices in her head, but not who she really is. That is basically the opening mood here: this weird mix of horny confusion, old myth stuff and a girl who knows she used to be terrifying. The game throws you straight into her fake “normal” life, where she’s stuck in this glossy modern city that feels like a cheap set. She moves through it, clicking on doors, phones, neon-lit streets, and all the time the framing is like some animation storyboard that never got finished. Camera angles hold a bit too long, some cuts feel slightly off, like the editor went for a smoke and never came back. Honestly, I kind of like that. There is this rough timing in the cutscenes that makes Ayako’s blank stare feel more broken than sexy at first, and then suddenly the scene shifts and she’s on her knees, mouth open, because someone whispered the right phrase and that “hunter” instinct is now just a puppet string. The whole oral stuff is framed almost like ritual sometimes: slow shots of her lips, lingering on spit and tongue, like the camera is trying to remember something at the same time as her.

The lesbian tension is not subtle, and that is good. When Yumi shows up, she has this soft, almost gamer-girl vibe at first, but the way the shots linger on hands, thigh touches, that slow press of bodies when they think they’re alone, it feels like the animator is low‑key obsessed with girls grinding on each other. There is one scene where Ayako is supposed to focus on some mythological clue, some symbol tied to old Asian underworld lore, but instead the framing just keeps going back to her fingers twitching near her own pussy as Yumi talks, like her body is answering a different question. She ends up masturbating in a small side room while a demon voice in her head feeds her flashes of past battles mixed with images of Yumi’s tongue between her legs. The cut is brutal, no smooth build up, it just jumps from quiet mystery to her gasping and fingering herself, thighs shaking. Then back to plot like nothing happened. It’s messy, but it feels real in this porn-brain way. The mind control angle hits hardest when Rin appears. Rin doesn’t even need to touch her; the voice alone tilts the whole scene. You can see it in the way the camera slightly drops below eye level whenever Rin speaks, giving Ayako this small, almost lost look, then suddenly she’s taking orders, tasting demon essence on her tongue, half in ecstasy, half in terror, and we never really get a clean line between what she chooses and what’s being pushed into her skull. The supernatural stuff is everywhere in the background, glowing symbols, distorted shadows, those brief flashes of Yomi that burn through a frame like a glitch, but your eyes keep ending up on wet lips, shaking legs, two girls clinging to each other in the dark while something old and hungry watches. It feels less like a nice polished hentai movie and more like opening a horny animator’s rough cut folder where nothing is properly labeled, but everything is way too personal.