Kohei comes back to his old town for something boring like university, and instead walks straight into the kind of summer that fucks with your head for years after. It looks harmless at first. Childhood streets, cicadas screaming, cheap fans pushed to their limit, that older girl next door who used to ruffle his hair and laugh too loud. Misaki feels like she should be safe territory, familiar, almost family, this cozy fantasy of “onee-san who waited for you”. The game knows that expectation and plays with it in a way that’s honestly pretty mean. She’s still teasing, still bright on the surface, but her eyes slip away at weird moments, her smile freezes half a second too long. Small details like that. You pick a flirty choice, she laughs, leans in, you can almost smell her sweat and shampoo mix, and then some other guy’s name casually comes up and your stomach drops. It’s not subtle, and it’s not gentle.

The horny parts grow slowly, like mold in a corner you pretend not to see. At first you’re just choosing where to spend a day, which cheap cafe, whether to help her carry groceries. One scene you’re alone with Misaki in her apartment, the sun too bright through thin curtains, her in a loose tank top and shorts that ride up when she sits cross-legged. She offers you iced tea, your hand brushes her thigh when you take the glass, she goes quiet for a second. That silence is hotter than any moaning later. The game loves those tiny pauses, the routes where nothing explicit happens yet are somehow dirtier in your head than the straight-up sex scenes. Then there are the runs where you lean into the NTR sickness on purpose, like poking a bruise. Letting her reply to that late-night message. Choosing not to follow her when she “just goes to meet an old friend”. Coming back to a half-buttoned blouse, a faint smell that is not your cologne, and a CG that stings more because she is still smiling at you like she wants to protect you from what already happened. It gives you options to avoid that, sure, to keep things “pure” and romantic, but you feel the game secretly smirking when you pick them, like a producer forced to include a vanilla route to keep the sponsors calm.

What makes it interesting for me as a genre nerd is how it plays with POV shifts. One route you’re stuck inside Kohei’s head, rationalizing, pretending it’s fine, one bad choice, no big deal. On another, it flips and suddenly you’re watching scenes where you’re not supposed to be present at all, getting that ugly voyeur thrill. Sometimes you see Misaki from another guy’s eyes, the way he studies the sweat creeping along her neck, the way her body reacts even when her voice says “we shouldn’t”. That’s where the eroticism goes from simple horny to slightly cruel, because it forces you to admit that her desire is not a thing you own. And still the game offers proper romance lines, soft endings where you manage to hold on to her and build something tender out of all this mess. Those paths feel almost suspicious, like you wandered into a different title hosted on the same site by accident. But that contrast gives the sex extra charge. A slow kiss in a quiet room means one thing when you trust her; the same CG, same pose, after you saw what she did in another route, becomes loaded with paranoia, with “who touched you like this yesterday”. It is not elegant writing, not “high art”, but it understands really well how lust, jealousy, nostalgia and that stupid first-love hope all bleed into each other and make you click “next” even when you already hate the ending you know you’re walking toward.

Star Periphery feels like someone smashed a lewd dating sim into a busted space freighter and just left the whole mess running. You’re this skinny space nobody with more hormones than sense, tossed into a universe where every second woman has a thick cock, big tits, a mean streak, or all three, and half the time you’re just trying not to stare while your eyes are glued to their asses anyway. It starts pretty simple, wandering around this rusty station full of flickering neon and suspicious stains, but it sneaks up on you. One moment you’re just checking a cargo manifest, next moment a smug futa customs officer has you pressed to a wall, one gloved hand casually groping your ass while she pretends to be “searching for contraband.” That scene sold me, honestly. The way she keeps her voice calm and bored while you’re clearly leaking through your panties, teasing you with slow strokes over the fabric, then just walks away like nothing happened. Loved it. Actually I hated it because I had to reload after choosing the coward dialog and missing half the scene, but that’s another thing.

The voyeur stuff is weirdly strong here. There’s this bit where you end up stuck in a crappy hostel pod, thin bulkhead, cheap audio insulation, and you can hear a monster girl mechanic in the next room railing some poor femboy trainee. You only see flashes through a broken panel and some flickering HUD readout, but you hear everything. Wet slaps, his breathy little whines, her low voice telling him to “push back more, toy” while she spanks his ass red. No explicit camera angle, no heroic close-up of internal cumshots, just your imagination and some nasty audio. It feels more filthy than most straight up porn scenes. Then later the game turns around and throws full-on internal views at you, showing a massive futa shaft stretching your virgin ass open while some clinical scanner overlays data on muscle tension and depth. It’s kind of hot, kind of medical, kind of fucked. In a good way. Maybe. I’m still not sure. Anyway, the point is, it does both subtle and really not subtle, and sometimes in the same arc, which is confusing and nice.

What I liked most is how the romance sneaks into all the filth. There’s this MILF captain, big ass, heavy tits, looks like she bench presses starship engines for fun. At first she treats you like a disposable cabin boy, orders you to your knees for a “stress relief” handjob after a bad run, uses your mouth while checking navigation on her tablet like you’re just another system. The first time she titfucks you, she doesn’t even look down, just talks about fuel prices while your cock is sliding between her slick cleavage and you try not to cum too fast or she’ll mock you. Then hours later she quietly asks if you want to sleep in her bunk instead of the cold cargo bay, spoons you from behind, hard cock pressed between your cheeks, no sex at all, just this heavy warmth and her arm over your waist. It feels almost wholesome, then she wakes you up in the morning by grinding against your ass and whispering “open up for your captain” and you remember this is still a dirty game about turning a shy guy into a proper slutty trap. Or not, depending on choices. Sometimes you can dodge the sissification paths completely and stay a more standard sub guy, and sometimes you walk straight into a shop that sells sex toys and walk out in a thong, collar, stockings and a remote vibrator inside you because a smug futa tech-girl convinced you it improves your “crew performance.” I swear I was trying to play it cool and avoid that content, then I clicked one flirt option in a bar and suddenly I’m kneeling while she adjusts my stockings and spanks me for fidgeting. It’s messy, half-polite, half-degrading, and I kept clicking anyway.

Game drops you in the shoes of this worn out crypto trader guy who honestly feels a bit like that dude who kept refreshing Binance while watching his life burn. You’re not some jacked hentai protagonist, just a dude who peaked during the meme coin bull run and then everything went to shit. Then Megan shows up, small-time actress, broke, stressed, but still trying to smile like she’s in some cheap Netflix drama that got cancelled mid-season. It sounds cheesy, but the game kind of leans into that and then spits on it, in a good way. One moment you’re talking about rent and auditions and gas fees, next moment she’s in your lap teasing you through your pants, acting like it’s nothing, and your brain goes completely blank. The wild part is how normal it feels before it gets dirty. Like, she’s scrolling TikTok on your phone, roasting your playlist, and then casually asks if you’re “always this hard when helping a girl with her portfolio” while her hand is already inside your boxers. That switch from “aw, she’s struggling actress” to “oh, she’s got your cock in her hand” is stupidly good.

The erotic stuff itself hits that mix of soft and filthy that most games completely fuck up. At first there is all this slow burn teasing. Megan wearing this oversized shirt, no pants, walking around your place like she owns it, brushing her tits against your arm “by accident”, stretching on the couch so her ass cheeks basically eat the panties. Then when things start, they really start. Handjobs with her watching your face more than your dick, little thumb strokes that make it feel personal, not like porn autopilot. Titfucks where her boobs are big, heavy, actually moving, not those stiff balloon things. Footjob scenes that are way more intimate than they should be, like she traps you with her heels on your chest, grinning, toes wrapped around the tip while she asks you why you’re breathing so hard. And yeah, normal stuff too: oral where she slobbers and gags, deep kisses that feel almost too romantic for a game with creampies and anal, her riding you with that “I pretend this is just to blow off stress” face while clearly catching feelings. Sometimes it even gets messy, like group scenes where you suddenly realize you might not be the only guy in her life, and that slightly ugly, jealous knot in your stomach makes the orgasm hit harder. There are routes where she chooses you, routes where she kind of doesn’t, endings where you’re filling her up like she’s your whole world, and others where you’re left wondering if you were just a step on her way up. It’s weirdly honest about romance and cheating and how sex can be both healing and fucked up. Porn game, yes. But also that thing where, after finishing inside her for the third time in one night, you catch yourself staring at her asleep on your chest and thinking, “Yeah, this is going to end badly,” and still not wanting it to stop.

It begins like it wants to be about family, but then it just… doesn’t behave. That first evening, when David stares too long at his coworker’s neckline, the game pretends it’s about choice, though every click exposes a new shade of self-deception. There’s something oddly literary about watching these people unravel: both of them pretending they’re still in control while the text just keeps baiting you with small, filthy possibilities that feel too intimate to resist. I remember getting stuck on a scene where Anna walks past the neighbor’s window wearing basically nothing, because she’s bored, or angry, or maybe trying to remember she’s desired. You don’t know. The narration doesn’t tell you. And that’s the best part - it’s dirty, but also confusing, like real jealousy. You’ll think you hate everyone in it, then suddenly feel sorry when someone moans at the wrong moment.

Sometimes it feels like reading a private diary someone left open on Steam by mistake. There’s a quiet, slow burn at first - teasing, staring, little violations that shouldn’t matter - but the pacing keeps tripping over its own guilt. The erotic bits come fast, almost abrupt, and the author doesn’t even try to clean them up. It’s clumsy in spots: a sloppy handjob described with too much sincerity, an argument that ends with spanking and shame instead of resolution. The whole cheating thread gives that sickly pleasure where you’re complicit but can’t stop. When pregnancy slips into the plot, it doesn’t feel planned - like the story just lost its way in the middle of the night and forgot what moral it was chasing. Someone on the dev’s Discord said it’s “romance with rot,” and that weirdly fits. You can tell it was written by a person who doesn’t trust love but still wants to taste it through someone else’s mess.

I think what kept me playing wasn’t the sex at all (though there’s milking - take that however you like), but the voyeuristic awkwardness. You’re watching a marriage decompose in slow motion and occasionally pressing “Continue” just to see if they’ll humiliate themselves even deeper. It’s ugly, honest, sometimes hot, sometimes exhausting. I closed the window and still caught myself thinking about Anna’s face when she realizes someone’s watching.

Michelle looks like the girl in your office who always leaves at exactly 5, hair perfect, life probably on rails. Except here she is in sweaty, neon Hong Kong streets in 1986, slowly losing her grip on that “good daughter, good employee” mask because one tiny, stubborn, chain-smoking woman named Sam keeps flirting with her in ways that are way too gentle to ignore and way too dirty to be innocent. The game starts pretty tame, all long bus rides, quiet apartment scenes, small talk about movies and clothes, but the whole time the camera lingers on thighs under skirts, fingers brushing on handrails, the little hesitation when Michelle looks at Sam’s mouth while they share a drink. It’s a slow, frustrating kind of heat, like when you’re stuck on Zoom meetings and sexting on Telegram on the side, except here it’s cassette tapes and payphones and cramped bedrooms with thin walls and parents one room away. The erotic stuff doesn’t explode in your face with instant porn. It creeps in. One kiss in a dark cinema where Michelle is stiff at first, almost scared, then you see her lips part, her hands tremble, and you can almost hear her swallow before she gives in and pulls Sam closer. Tongues, teeth, that wet sound, and she keeps her eyes half open like she still cannot believe she is letting another woman taste her like that.

When it finally goes past kissing, it hits like someone yanked the curtain down. You get these long, quiet scenes on a bed where the sheets are a bit messy, clothes half off, bras sliding down arms, Michelle trying to cover herself at first and Sam just laughing low and kissing every bit she tries to hide. There is a moment where Sam goes down on her, and it’s not some porn-speed blowjob logic. It is slow and almost awkward, Michelle gripping the bedsheet because she does not even have the words in her own language for what is happening between her legs. The text describes every tiny reaction, how her thighs twitch, how she tries to keep her voice down because her mother could walk past the door, how her hips start grinding against Sam’s mouth anyway, shame turning into this fucked up relief. You can tell the writers actually understand how it feels when you are eating pussy like you care about the person, not like you are checking off positions. There are pauses, deep breaths, a little laugh from Sam when Michelle whimpers a bit too loudly, and then she doubles down, tongue and lips and fingers working together until Michelle is shaking so hard she almost pushes her away. That first orgasm is not “perfect”, it feels real, messy, emotional, like she just broke some rule she has been obeying her whole life.

Under all that sex there is this heavy layer of family and culture pressure that honestly turned me on more than I expected, because the guilt makes everything spicier and more fucked up. Michelle sneaks back home smelling like cigarettes and someone else’s perfume, lies to her mother at the dinner table while still feeling Sam’s fingers inside her if she closes her eyes for a second. There are choices where you can lean into the romance, keep seeing Sam, or try to “fix” yourself and go back to the safe, straight, lonely path everyone expects. Some endings feel like a punch in the gut, some feel like a small rebellion that might not last forever but at least burns hot while it exists. It is a romantic story, yeah, there is sweetness, hand holding, soft kisses, that feeling when you are falling in love and every bus ride feels like a music video, but the game never really lets you forget that this is two women trying to build something intimate and wet and tender inside a world that keeps telling them they are wrong. That clash is what makes the sex scenes hit so hard. When Sam whispers “you’re mine tonight” while Michelle’s family photos are literally watching from the shelf, it feels dirty in the best way, like she is betraying everything for the chance to have her own life, her own pleasure, even if it all goes to hell later.

This one feels like somebody smashed a harem fantasy and a dumb sitcom together, then added way more ass shots than needed, and somehow it works. You play this guy sent to “protect” a family of three women, which of course means moving into their house and pretending there is some serious danger while mostly getting distracted by thick thighs and huge tits every five minutes. It starts pretty tame, like you’re just helping with groceries, fixing a door, trying to act professional, and then suddenly you’re staring at a milf bending over the couch, her dress riding up, and the game pauses on her big ass like, yeah, we all know why you’re really here. I actually laughed because the tone is half horny, half “oops I tripped and landed dick-first” energy. The humor is kind of stupid, in a good way, and the teasing is brutal. They know exactly when to cut away, or have someone interrupt right at the moment hand goes under panties, just to make you swear at your screen.

What surprised me most is how much time you spend just… talking. Not in a boring way, more like you slowly build this feeling that any of these women could be the “main route” if you want. One day you’re joking with the older one in the kitchen about how she can’t reach the top shelf, next day you’re pinning her against that same counter and her tits are pressed into your chest, her voice all shaking while she tries to pretend she’s still in control. The 3D models sell it hard: thick curves, big tits that actually move when she rides you, that kind of stuff. There is this scene where you finally fuck her in her bedroom, lights low, she’s on top grinding slow, talking about how long she’s been lonely, and then you get the choice to pull out or not. If you stay in, watching her face change when she realizes you’re creampying her, it’s stupidly hot. After that, the whole vibe with her changes, like she’s softer with you, touches you more in normal scenes, then suddenly snaps cold if you flirt too obviously with one of the others. And yeah, the game remembers that. If you chase her and the younger woman at the same time you get some really awkward breakfast conversations where everyone is smiling just a bit too hard.

I lost one ending because I tried to be greedy and go for every big ass in the house at once. You can get a more “romantic” thing where you’re actually loyal and the final sex scene feels earned, like long teasing paying off with this slow, deep vaginal fucking where she wraps her legs around you and begs you to stay inside while you cum. Or you can be a chaos gremlin and unlock drama routes where you basically ruin the house dynamic and still end up balls deep anyway. There is this stupid tiny thing that annoyed me, by the way: the main guy sometimes makes these cheesy protector lines that sound like they were written by someone who binged too much Netflix, and I kept wishing I could just click a “shut up and kiss her” option, but it never shows up. At least the game lets you steer the mood a bit with your choices, sometimes going for a sincere compliment, sometimes going straight for dirty talk like “you like when I grab your tits like this, right?” and watching them react. I will say, I opened this on Chrome and for some reason it lagged a bit during one of the big creampie animations, which killed the mood for a second. Swapped to Firefox, perfectly smooth, which is exactly how the milf isn’t when you push her up against the shower wall. The story keeps pretending danger is important, something about protecting them, but after the third time you wake up in a house full of horny women in thin pajamas, it’s clear what threat you’re really dealing with. And no, I’m not changing routes, my milf ending is canon, anyone picking the younger one as “best girl” is just wrong and I will die on this hill.

Not Too Refined hits that weird sweet spot where everything looks polite on the surface and underneath it’s just… sticky. You’re in Laurel’s skin, this pretty young wife in a nice, quiet life that feels like it smells of fabric softener and passive aggression. The game doesn’t scream sex at you in the first second, it kind of hums it in your ear, slow, like a guilty thought you shouldn’t be having in the shower. You hear that soft ambient music, a little melancholy, like Spotify’s “late night thinking about my mistakes” playlist, and it sets the tone while you poke around in her daily routine. At first you’re just noticing how her husband is there but not really there, how conversations feel too polite, how the silence between them is louder than any moan in the game. Then the camera lingers a bit too long on her big ass when she bends, or on a hand that rests too close to her thigh, and suddenly the whole mood shifts. It still pretends to be a drama, but everyone’s eyes are constantly undressing her. It’s like those old NTR comics you pretend you don’t read, but here the pacing is slower, more patient, like the corruption is sliding under her skin instead of splashing on her face at once.

The best scenes are the ones where you feel like some kind of horny ghost, watching everything. You get this voyeur vibe when Laurel is trying to be a good wife in public, but the neckline is a bit lower than before, the skirt a bit tighter, and you know half the room is staring at her tits or her ass while her husband is on his phone. There’s a moment where she’s talking to another guy and the sound design does this sneaky thing: the music gets softer and you really hear the wet little click of her lips when she swallows, like she’s already thinking about putting his cock there instead. It’s subtle, then it’s not subtle at all when she’s kneeling later, messy spit on her chin, doing oral that feels more like surrender than fun. The game likes that contrast: soft-lit 3D scenes with this “nice girl” face, while her hand is wrapped around a stranger’s shaft, pumping him like she’s trying to forget her wedding vows on purpose. You can go from a quiet emotional talk with her husband to watching her get her pussy creampied by someone who absolutely isn’t him, and the fucked up thing is the story makes it feel kind of logical. Not wholesome, but like a train wreck you helped build, choice by choice.

What makes it hit harder is how the corruption doesn’t flip on all at once. You can keep her trying to resist, or you can push her into cheating, little by little. A touch that lingers too long. Letting someone grope her in a crowded space while she pretends she doesn’t like it, even though her breathing sound starts to change. A “just once” blowjob turning into her on her knees again, this time outside, half hidden, that exhibitionism rush buzzing in your chest because anyone could look. Sometimes the game goes full interracial kink and the contrast is front and center, his darker hands roaming her pale body, fingers digging into her big ass while she clings to him like she’s about to float away. Her moans get louder, more shameless, and you notice she doesn’t sound like that with her husband. Or maybe that’s just in your head. There’s this gross, delicious NTR tension when you know hubby is nearby or texting her something sweet, while she’s busy taking hot cum deep inside and then walking back home with it still dripping inside her. You get multiple endings too, some where she clings to who she was, others where the “good wife” mask is just gone and she’s this fully corrupted, hungry thing who likes being watched, touched, used. The game is kind of romantic, then it turns around and laughs in your face and gives you a scene where she’s getting railed in a way that sounds like flesh slapping meat in a cheap motel. Honestly I loved the pacing and also it annoyed me because sometimes I wanted her naked faster, but the slow burn makes the eventual groping, the first time she spreads her legs for someone else, the messy creampie you know she won’t confess… all of that feel heavier. Wrong, hot, and a bit too real if you ever stared at a ring on your finger and thought “what if I just break everything tonight.”

You start as this dude who basically had his whole family name dragged through the mud, and now he’s trying to climb back up using the only tools he really has: his cock, his stubborn pride, and a very shaky sense of morality. It looks like a regular crime adventure at first, like “ok, mafia, debts, enemies, whatever,” but then very fast it turns into a horny power trip where every conversation can slide into flirting, every favor can be paid with skin, and every “business deal” feels like someone’s about to end up on their knees. One moment you’re arguing over territory with some slick ‘Ndrangheta prick, next moment you’re in a dark office, pinning his girl against the wall, hand under her skirt, her trying to act like she hates it while grinding back on your fingers. The game really likes that whole slow push and pull: a hand on her throat, her eyes wet, you whispering something filthy while she still tries to keep control and fails completely.

The sandbox style is messy in a good way and also kind of annoying. You move around the city, check places, talk, chase leads about why your family fell, and in between there’s all these chances to just... get lost in sex. You can waste half an evening on one girl, teasing her, denying her orgasm on purpose, then finally letting her ride you and begging for your cum, only to pull out at the last second and shove yourself in her mouth. Or you do the opposite: go straight for raw creampie and don’t even pretend to be a gentleman, just grabbing hips and using her like she’s a reward you already earned. Sometimes the scenes are really tender, almost romantic, like the shy girl who acts all proper, then suddenly sucks you under the table and blushes when you cum in her throat. And then the next scene punches you with straight-up humiliation, like making someone say “please” for every thrust, slapping her ass, spitting on her, telling her she’s good only as your toy. I liked that variety, but also it jumps so fast that one route feels sweet and the next is like, wow, this is fucked, in a good way but also my brain needed a second.

What sells it is how your rise to power and your sex life are glued together. People open their legs because they fear you, or because they want a piece of your future, or because you literally blackmail them and watch them break. You unlock different outcomes depending who you fuck, who you protect, who you ruin. Some endings feel like you’re this cold bastard sitting on top, surrounded by lovers who are more like pretty pets. Other paths lean into the romance side, where you actually care for someone and still end up choking her on your dick against the headboard, both of you moaning like idiots. The animations help a lot; there’s weight to bodies, tits sway when you grope them, lips wrap around your shaft in a way that actually looks wet and messy, not just looping nonsense. There was this one moment where I had a girl kneeling, mascara smeared, and the camera stays on her face when I pushed all the way in her mouth and held, and her throat bulged just a bit. I replayed that scene too many times. The game sometimes bugs out with dialogue skipping or an looped moan that doesn’t shut up and it drove me crazy for a minute, but I still went back in, because I needed to see if that one mafia princess would finally crack, break her proud act, and moan my name while I cum deep inside her. She did. And then I reloaded to see what happens if I deny her completely and just walk away, leaving her naked, flushed, and pissed off on the bed. Different outcome, different future, same asshole protagonist with his cock running the show as much as his brain.

Become Alpha is a porn game with tons of memes, kickass branching storyline, quests, RPG-like experience system, and a possibility to have sex with many partners. It's also pretty damn funny. The story is about Harry Panuchkin who's a nerd and a wannabe gangster. He has a big dick, but never actually used it. It's your job to help him get the pussy and make him a proper alpha male, that he always wanted to be.