Sex in space always sounds kind of goofy in my head, but this one actually leans into that mess instead of pretending to be “hard sci-fi”. You start as this assistant to a big-shot senator on Earth, while Mars is trying to become its own thing with its own rules, own calendar, own kinks. Your boss is all about shutting down polygamy and polyandry, making marriage “pure” again, and then your character is constantly surrounded by people who very clearly don’t give a shit about that. So half the time you’re writing dry political speeches and the other half you’re secretly watching someone get their ass smacked red in a private office on a station orbiting Venus. Kind of a mood shift, but it works better than it should.

The sex itself is not shy at all. Big tits, big asses, a lot of focus on slow touching, groping, hands sliding under clothes during “serious” meetings. There are animated scenes where a calm talk about Martian independence suddenly turns into the candidate bending forward over a desk, skirt pushed up, and the protagonist’s hand comes down on her ass again and again while she’s trying to keep her voice steady. The game loves mixing politics talk with dirty stuff like that. Some routes get really messy with cheating: you can be the side piece for a married Martian diplomat, watching from a hidden camera while her official husband is busy somewhere else. There are scenes where you sit alone in your cabin on a Mars shuttle, jerking off while scrolling through secret footage on your mobile, watching your lover ride someone else’s cock and pretending you are okay with it. That voyeurism and netorare angle hits harder than I expected, because the story actually spends time letting you like these people first. It stings when you realize she is moaning louder for the other guy than she ever did for you. There are oral scenes where you feel less like a hero and more like a consolation prize, sitting on the edge of a bed while she goes down on you right after coming back from “meeting her campaign donor”. And sometimes the interracial angle pops up in a way that is not very subtle: Earth-born, Mars-born, different skin tones, different bodies, your character stuck in the middle trying to pretend this is all just politics. The game jumps from romantic cuddling after sex, where she snuggles into your chest and actually looks soft and in love, to cold, distant masturbation scenes where you’re alone again, jerking off to something on your phone because she did not show up. The romance has sweet bits, but the cheating keeps cutting through it, and somehow that mix of warmth and betrayal feels very on-brand for a future where love and law are constantly pulling in different directions.

It’s weird how this one sneaks up on you. At first it feels like one of those parody dumps you scroll past on itch.io or Nutaku and forget - then you’re watching Hange fuss with her goggles and catching yourself halfway between laughing and, well, not laughing. There’s a kind of dirty sincerity here, like the dev didn’t know whether to make fun of the universe or to really bathe in it. One moment you’re getting briefed about Titans, the next Mikasa’s hand hesitates on your chest and you realize the “sandbox” part is literal - wandering through the quarters, flipping dialogue triggers that suddenly get hot without warning. That random transition is what makes it surprisingly human. You don’t see the gears until you stumble over one and it clanks.

I’ve seen folks complain that the pacing’s off: you chase down a half‑rendered encounter with Ymir that just sort of fizzles out, then an hour later Historia corners you behind the mess hall like she’s delivering classified files but she’s… absolutely not. I like that inconsistency though; it’s messy, like someone stitched a daydream with shaking hands. Animation’s oddly specific - hands twitch, breathing loops are slightly off - but when Petra looks up mid‑scene, it gets under your skin. Levi’s scenes? Short. Like they were scared to write him too softly. And yet, the quiet when he leaves the frame lingers longer than any moan line. Maybe it’s accidental genius, maybe just bad QA, but it works. The worst bug I hit was a sound loop that kept repeating a wet slap under normal dialogue. Left it running for five minutes on accident - didn’t even hate it.

What actually caught me off‑guard was the romance side. The game pretends it’s about strength and powerups and whatever, but half the time it’s people craving touch between apocalypse schedules. There’s this one sequence with Frieda where nothing explicit happens for, I don’t know, ten minutes? Just eye contact. I kept waiting for the usual payoff…and it didn’t come till later, in the next dream, where her voice cracks mid‑breath like she’s remembering that past life. The rough grammar in her textboxes somehow makes it sadder. It’s clumsy, hungry, and weirdly kind all at once - like the dev poured in every horny emotion and forgot to filter anything out. I respect that. I hate it. I can’t stop thinking about it.

You open this thing on your phone, half expecting another cheap porn clickbait, and suddenly you’re a guy who accidentally pissed off a demon and got turned into one, then yeeted back into some messed up version of the Demon Slayer era. Everyone looks familiar, but nothing is quite right. Nezuko is hotter and way more flirty than she should be, Kanao is shy but actually gets horny if you push the right buttons, Mitsuri’s tits are ridiculous even by hentai standards, and then you’ve got futa demons and MILF characters who really don’t respect personal space. It feels like you somehow matched with the whole Demon Slayer cast on Tinder and they all agreed to meet on the same night. Bad idea. Very good idea.

This isn’t just “click next, see boobs, cum, close tab.” You’re walking around in a sandbox map, chasing events, picking where to go, who to talk to, and who to piss off. You run into Shinobu and you’re thinking “ok, soft sadist vibe, let’s go,” and next second you’re stuck in this turn based fight where you’re half-hard and half-panicking because if you screw up your choices you get your ass kicked instead of getting to pin her to a tree. One minute you’re flirting with Tamayo in a calm, polite way, the next you’re getting dragged into some horny demon brawl with Susamaru who talks shit while bouncing her boobs like they’re part of the attack animation. I liked how the combat and sex both feel like trials: fail and you get punished, win and you’re rewarded with a scene that doesn’t feel copy-pasted. The game pretends to be about “good path” and “evil path” but honestly? Half the time you’re just choosing between “fuck them lovingly” or “fuck them while acting like a complete bastard.” It’s still romance though, in that trashy Pornhub comments kind of way.

The part that really got me is how everyone sort of recognizes you as this familiar guy from their world, but also not. You kinda look like a certain water boy, but not really. Giyu treats you weird, like he wants to stab you and also trusts you, and if you push into the evil route you can use that to break him a bit. There’s furry stuff popping in from nowhere, futa demons that show up when you’re already juggling a harem, and some of the Ubuyashiki family are way too bangable for people who are supposed to be background support characters. The 3D models have that “mobile porn game ad” feeling, like, sometimes the physics go a little crazy, tits clipping through clothes, and I actually love it because it feels dirty and wrong, like you opened a bootleg Demon Slayer porn app you weren’t supposed to find. One second you’re having this almost sweet scene with Aoi where she’s patching you up and blushing at your abs, and the next you’re balls deep in a demon MILF in the woods, trying to remember if you picked the “help humans” path or the “ruin everyone” path. It pretends to be about morality, but deep down it’s about seeing how far you can push these characters into your personal pervy timeline, and how much you can abuse the fact you’re not fully human anymore. Honestly feels less like a heroic journey and more like horny time travel speed dating where every route ends with someone calling you a monster while still begging for another round.

Snow is falling outside, phone in hand, and I’m flirting with half the hero faculty instead of answering work emails. That’s more or less the mood of this game. You’re thrown into this fancy “hero hotel” where all the pro heroines decided to take a little break, which somehow turns into you trying to see who you can charm into your bed first. It’s a visual novel, so most of your time is spent reading and poking the screen, but it doesn’t feel dead or stiff. The writing is simple, not Shakespeare, but it hits that nice mix of horny and playful that fits these girls so well. And yeah, they are exactly the ones you think: the rabbit psycho with the crazy thighs, the walking skysc*** with the junk in the trunk, and the teacher who really should not be allowed around students with that costume and that whip. All wrapped in hotel vibes, like one long dirty holiday weekend where nobody cares about saving the world, only about how loud you moan behind thin walls.

What got me right away is how they lean into each heroine’s personality instead of just slapping big boobs on screen and calling it a day. Mirko is all energy and trash talk, like she wants to pin you to the bed and prove she’s stronger than you even while she’s riding your dick. She teases you for being “soft” if you pick the nice dialogue options, and if you push back, she grins and gets wetter. The game lets you push your luck, too: pick the wrong line and you can feel the “ok, you fucked that route a bit” in her reaction, but it doesn’t instantly game over you like some cheap VN on Nutaku. There’s this one scene in the hotel gym, late at night, where she’s stretching in tight sportswear, ears twitching, sweat on her abs, and she basically challenges you to keep eye contact while she spreads her legs. I had to lock my phone screen once because a notification from Telegram popped up right in the middle of her pushing your face into her thighs. Still a bit salty about that. Anyway, it’s horny in a loud way, but it fits her. She feels like sex is a fight and she wants to win.

Then you jump to the room with Mt. Lady and the whole pace changes. She plays the diva hard. Always posing, always pretending she’s not horny out of her mind. Talking about “fans” while slowly turning around so you get a full shot of that ass covered by way-too-tight fabric. They do this fun thing where she messes with scale in your fantasies: she sits on your lap and it cuts to a mental image of her in giant form squatting over a city, lowering her pussy on some unlucky tower while she’s whispering in your ear what she wants you to do with your tongue. It’s ridiculous and hot and a little stupid, and honestly that’s my favorite combo. Sex scenes with her feel like she’s using you as a prop for her ego and her curves, and when she finally drops the fake cool act and just begs for it, it hits harder because you had to slowly peel off that celebrity mask. I only wish they gave her one proper morning-after scene instead of just fading back to hotel lobby chat like nothing happened. It feels like you finish blowing your load and suddenly you’re back by the piano plant talking about check-out times. My brain needed at least one cuddle CG after she almost broke my hips.

And then there’s Midnight. She’s exactly as dangerous as everyone imagines. The hotel becomes her playground, and you are this willing toy that keeps walking back to her classroom of sin. The romance angle is there, but it’s coated in leather and lube. She calls you “my eager little hero” like you’re flunking her class and the only extra credit is letting her tie your wrists with that long, teasing whip of hers. One route has you helping her “test new restraints” in a private suite, where she blindfolds you and you only get sound and text for a bit: her heels on the floor, her breath near your ear, the snap of the whip on the bed next to your head, then on your thigh, then finally that slow, warm slide of her sitting on your face, whispering that you “better focus or I’ll keep you like this all night.” I actually had to lower brightness and tilt the phone away while sitting in a café, because the text was getting way too descriptive about how her scent is making you dizzy and your cock is leaking on the sheets. Sometimes it goes a bit too long on descriptions of her perfume and not enough on actual positions, but the build-up is good enough that when she finally sinks down on you, it feels earned. The romance part with her is less flowers and more “I’ll take care of you if you obey,” which, to be honest, fits her perfectly.

It’s not a perfect game. Some transitions are clunky, some lines hit like they’ve been translated twice through Google. There’s a hotel hallway background that shows up so often it’s burned into my retina, and I kept waiting for some random background character to comment that I’m always loitering there with a hard-on. Phone UI is fine, nothing fancy, a couple of buttons that look a bit cheap like default mobile app stuff. One scene cut mid-sentence on me once and jumped to the next day, like someone accidentally hit fast-forward in the script. But in between those rough edges, you get these really juicy pockets of horny hero vacation energy, like a dirty little seasonal special where nobody cares about plot holes as long as the girls keep getting wetter and the MC keeps finding new excuses to be left alone in their rooms with the “Do not disturb” sign hanging on the door.

Hilbert is supposed to be this big hero who finished his whole pokemon journey, right? Instead you meet him when his life is kind of fucked. Car crash, dreams shattered, and his Hypno just vanishes into thin air like it got bored of being a good little partner and went hunting for trouble. That alone already sets the mood: this world is not the safe PG region you remember from your childhood. Nuvema Town is now basically a legal sandbox for human and pokemon “free relationships”, and yeah, that means exactly what you think it means. You come back home and the place feels familiar and totally wrong at the same time, like returning to your old school and finding out it turned into a sex club with a research budget. The game sells that feeling hard. You walk through this chill little coastal town, talk to Serena or Gloria or whoever you bump into, and every conversation is half normal, half “wait, did she just casually mention fucking a Gardevoir like it’s normal brunch topic?”

The fun part is how the game drip feeds this. It doesn’t start with some giant orgy scene. Instead you get those moments where Nurse Joy looks a bit too happy when you mention Hypno, or Fennel is suddenly very interested in your “brainwave reactions” and asks if you can help her test something in her lab, just the two of you, lights low, machines humming. There is a scene with Juniper that really stuck in my head: she starts all professional, lab coat and serious talk, then it slowly slides into this weird mix of scientific curiosity and raw hunger. She talks about “inter-species bonding” while leaning over the desk so her big tits are almost spilling out, and you’re half listening, half thinking “is she going to ask me to help her with data or just bend me over the fucking chair?” And the game kind of refuses to separate those two. That’s the vibe all over. You’re not just clicking through porn; you’re wandering around a town where the line between research, romance and straight-up hentai bullshit is gone, burned, buried, and Hypno probably jerked off on the ashes.

Not everything hits perfectly, which is funny because the game doesn’t pretend to be polished. Some dialogues feel like the writer was horny, distracted, then came back and forgot what tone they started with. One moment you’re getting this heavy emotional talk about how Hilbert’s future was destroyed in the crash, next moment Mallow is just tossing horny jokes about “juicy berries” and you’re thrown into a scene where Tsareena is acting like a dominatrix with vines and legs for days. There is this small thing that annoyed me: the way fonts resize on mobile sometimes when a text box pops up in the middle of a hot moment, like you’re about to nut and suddenly boom, text overlap, because yes, this is a mobile game and your thumb is in the way. I swear it happened right when Officer Jenny started talking about her “special inspection procedure” and I had to move the dialogue box a bit and it killed the rhythm. Still, the animated bits make up for it, especially when Hypno’s influence starts to show in people’s eyes and bodies, and scenes with Delia, Hilda, or a smug Serena go from teasing to full-on, explicit “this is pokeporn and we’re not pretending otherwise”. Then out of nowhere the game throws in some gay tension with Cheren or Hilbert’s reactions to certain guys, like it’s poking you to see what you’ll pick. It all feels messy, horny, experimental, like someone mashed a dating simulation with a corrupted nostalgia trip and said, fine, let Hypno run wild, let Nuvema Town drown in research and cum and nobody is going to stop it.

Honestly, this one caught me off guard. You’d think after a dozen Naruto parody trainers they’d all blur together into the same soup of recycled sprites and lazy dialogue - but nah, this one’s got that weird, half-dreamlike pacing that makes you question if you actually clicked the right window. The story keeps slipping between “you’re some lost shinobi perv” and “you’re basically a hypnotist with boundary issues,” and somehow it works. Not cleanly, not smoothly, but like a drunk confession that goes on too long. I liked that about it. It doesn’t pretend to be noble; it just wallows in its own filth and smirks at you for following along.

The girls - hell, where do I start - Hinata’s the obvious comfort zone, soft voice and all that, but the dev went nuts with Tsunade’s scenes. Big doesn’t even cover it. There’s something almost mean about how her moments are written, like the game’s daring you to feel bad and failing miserably. Then there’s Konan, who gets criminally little attention, which pisses me off because she’s drawn better than half the cast. They all have these small quirks that make them feel more alive than they should - Sarada’s fake confidence, Temari’s sharp tongue that turns into begging way too fast. It’s messy, uneven, sometimes straight-up broken, but that’s part of the charm. When the hypnosis mechanic actually hits, it’s filthy in that old-school flash-game way - cheap, raw, no pretense.

I’ll admit, I got bored halfway through one route and just started clicking random choices, and somehow ended up in a scene with Mei Terumi that honestly shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. Maybe it’s the writing, maybe the timing, maybe I’m just easy. Either way, it stuck with me longer than I care to admit. There’s a roughness here that feels intentional, like the dev knew perfection would kill the mood. And yeah, some lines read like they were translated by a hungover intern, but whatever - it fits. It’s sleazy, shameless, and kind of brilliant in its own dumb way.

You start as the new star on campus, all eyes glued to you before you even make a shot. The gym smells like sweat and ambition, but that’s not what gets your pulse up. It’s the way she looks at you - your stepmother, or maybe just “mom” in name only - her curves wrapped tight in silk that doesn’t belong anywhere near family dinners. The game doesn’t waste time pretending it’s about basketball. It’s about temptation, power, and how quickly both can slip through your fingers when every woman around you wants to see how far you’ll go. One minute you’re practicing free throws, the next you’re pressed against the locker room wall, her breath hot on your neck while she whispers things that shouldn’t sound so good coming from her mouth.

The world here feels too real sometimes. Every touch has weight, every moan sounds like someone losing control for real. Even the smaller moments - like catching your roommate’s girlfriend watching you change, or the dean’s wife brushing her thigh against yours during a meeting - carry this slow, electric tension that builds until it breaks. And when it breaks, it’s messy. Hands gripping, tongues exploring, skin slick with sweat. You’ll find yourself caught between guilt and hunger more than once, especially when the story starts twisting into places you didn’t expect: voyeurism that turns mutual, cheating that doesn’t feel wrong anymore, and those scenes where everyone ends up tangled together, gasping, laughing, covered in each other.

It’s not shy about what it is. The animation lingers too long on trembling lips, on the soft give of flesh, on the little noises people make when they forget they’re being watched. Sometimes it’s tender, sometimes filthy, sometimes both in the same second. You’ll think you’re in control, choosing who to seduce, but the game keeps pulling you deeper, making you question whether you’re chasing love, lust, or just the thrill of being wanted by everyone at once.

Jeremiah thinks his life finally starts to look less pathetic, he’s got this tall busty Freya hanging on his arm, ass that fills the whole phone screen, they fuck, they cuddle, he actually plans to be a semi-responsible adult for once. Then some cracked old wizard-looking geezer pops up, spits a curse, and suddenly your dick stats are in the negative. Not “haha funny shrink” but straight up humiliation level, like those porn ads you pretend you don’t see on Chrome. The whole game spins around that hit to his ego and this sick mission list the old man gives you. Ten missions. Fail or drag too long and there’s a “predator” orbiting around Freya, just waiting for you to fumble. You feel that pressure with every tap, like your cock is on a timer you can’t see, and the game keeps poking at your paranoia. You fix one mess, and instantly your brain starts going, “yeah but what if some hung dude is balls-deep in her right now while you swipe menus like an idiot?”

The dirty part isn’t just the sex itself, it’s how it plays with what’s going on in Jeremiah’s head. The corruption is slow, more teasing than splashy at first. Freya starts with this goofy loyal energy, sending you sexy pics, flashing those huge tits, joking about you “making up for size with effort” and all that. Then the situation tightens. She’s at the gym with some black trainer who looks like he was built in a lab, or at a club, or “going out with friends,” and your imagination scenes kick in. You’re there scrolling, clicking through choices, and it suddenly slams into these mental images of her riding something way bigger than what you’re packing now, moaning in ways she never did with you. Some are just her getting groped in a crowd, ass grabbed in the bus, hand “accidentally” on some dude’s bulge. Some are full-on interracial pounding with cum dripping down her thighs while Jeremiah sits on the side, jerking off and hating himself. The game tells you it’s “only in his mind,” but you know how that goes in NTR. Brain goes first, pussy follows.

What I actually liked is how the missions push you into nasty spots on purpose. You want to keep your points low to avoid the worst outcome, but to reach that you still need to let shit happen. It’s that classic “pick how badly you lose” loop you see in these games. Maybe you send her out in a tiny top to distract a guard and suddenly there’s a scene of her flashing her tits, laughing while some random guy takes snapshots. Maybe she needs money and you agree to “a little harmless flirting,” and it turns into a handjob in some backroom while she tells herself it’s only this once. Sometimes it cuts back to Jeremiah, tiny dick in hand, trying to masturbate to his own girl getting used like a slut, and you can choose if he hates it or leans into the kink. Doesn’t matter, the old bastard who cursed you is always there in the background, watching your progress like a troll dev reading comments on F95. The mobile format makes it worse, by the way. Sitting there with one hand on the phone, thumb tapping “Next,” other hand slipping down when Freya starts masturbating on cam for “somebody,” and you can’t even be sure that somebody is you anymore. It’s horny, it’s mean, it’s funny in that dark “haha I’m totally not into this, I swear” way, and half the time you’ll close the app and still keep thinking about whether her last “I love you” text was sent with another guy’s cum drying on her tits.

Goldream City sounds like some cheap mobile gacha name, but here it’s just the horny summer town where almost nobody keeps their clothes on for long and half the neighbors are monsters with tits bigger than common sense. You play this “returning home” guy who pretends he’s coming back for a relaxing vacation, but every single corner of the city is like a porn genre speedrun. One day you’re flirting with your sweet “childhood friend” at the school rooftop, next day you’re in some shady alley watching a milf mom get pounded by a huge black cock while her husband pretends he doesn’t see it. The game kind of laughs at you for trying to be romantic when literally everyone is cheating on everyone and half the cast is secretly in heat. There’s this mix of visual novel scenes and sandbox wandering around town, so you go from casual small talk about homework to “hey, do you want to see how deep this futa can go” in like two clicks.

What really hits weird is how normal the corruption feels after a while. At first you might think “ok, this is my nice pure girl, I will protect her,” and ten scenes later you’re watching her moan on some monster girl’s tentacles while a big black cock uses her throat like it’s a warm toy. It doesn’t even pretend to be fair to the male characters. Husbands, boyfriends, that shy virgin classmate, they just get blacked, cucked, stolen, and the game winks at you like it’s telling an old meme. Sometimes you are the one doing the stealing, sometimes you are just the pervert hiding in the closet, jerking off while your crush gets double stuffed, and the worst part is that the story keeps going like this is totally normal summer behavior. There is incest teased in that kind of “we both know this is wrong but we keep standing too close in the kitchen” way, and the futa and lesbian stuff sneaks in casually: one moment it’s innocent kissing at the beach, next moment she’s pulling out a cock bigger than your arm and pounding a blushing schoolgirl from behind while you sit there with your sad little handjob. The mix of pregnancy risk, anal, titfucks, footjobs, spanking, public teasing on the bus, it’s like some horny dev opened a porn tag list and said “yes” to everything. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s too much, sometimes the AI and 2D/3D art clash and someone’s tits look like they’re from another dimension, but then the game hits you with a quiet moment on a summer night, soft romance, slow blowjob under the stars, and in the next scene that same girl is on her knees with three cocks in her, crying from pleasure while you pretend you still have control of this story. You don’t. That’s kind of the whole joke.

Sereneth looks like the kind of fairy you’d see on a fantasy book cover, all glowing wings and soft curves, but the game really loves tearing that first impression to pieces. She walks into this story like some devoted, almost naive lover, hanging on Caelen’s arm, swearing she’ll stay pure for him, and ten minutes later the script is already poking at every weak spot in that promise. The whole thing runs like one long, painful tease. You know where it’s heading, she kinda feels it too, but they both keep pretending this is just some noble quest to save a princess. It’s not. It’s a long, horny slow crash where “rescue mission” slowly turns into “how many twisted ways can we ruin this relationship and still pretend it’s romance”.

The Forest of Myrlaen is basically one big corruption machine. Every stop is an excuse for something filthy to chip away at her loyalty: a “healing ritual” that needs way too much skin, a magic vine that grabs the wrong places and doesn’t let go, a monster girl who touches her way too casually while explaining how “shared pleasure builds trust”, that kind of energy. Sereneth starts off swatting hands away, tail twitching when someone talks about her body, clinging to Caelen’s side. Then the game starts pushing situations where he turns his back for a moment and some other “guide” or “ally” is already sliding fingers between her thighs, testing just how sensitive fairy skin really is. One of the better scenes has Olgrun pretending to “check for curses” while his grubby hands knead her ass like dough, and the camera just lingers there while she tries to keep her voice steady so Caelen doesn’t notice. The animation zooms in on her lip biting and that tiny little tremble in her legs. It’s filthy and kind of mean in a way NTR fans will recognize immediately.

What really hits is how the erotic pacing keeps grinding away at both of them. Caelen gets moments of fake hero confidence, kissing her, telling her he will protect her, while the player already saw her just get stuffed full by something with a cock thicker than his arm in the last branch. There’s a scene with an arrogant elven noble who makes her “prove” fairy loyalty on her knees, tongue working on his big cock while Caelen sits outside the tent, listening to “magic chanting” that is just wet choking sounds. The game plays hard with contrast: romance framed like a dating sim on one side, and on the other side you have blacked style scenes where her tight little body is pinned, legs spread, wings twitching as she takes a big black cock or gets used by some leering monster in all the wrong ways, filled and creampied until dripping. Sometimes she tries to talk her way out and ends up getting spanked over someone’s lap, or having her feet worshiped and then used in a messy footjob that leaves her blushing and breathing hard. The whole “fairy born of ancient magic” thing slowly twists into “perfect toy for anyone with the power to push her”, and the transformation is more mental than physical, though the game clearly enjoys making her ass and tits look fuller, slick with cum, marked, pregnant risk constantly hanging in the background. At first she’s horrified when something leaks out of her after a rough anal session behind some roots, later she just wipes it off and smiles weakly, telling herself it was only for the mission. It’s that painful little lie that makes the next blowjob sting more than any tentacle ever could.