It starts messy, in the best possible way. You’re tossed into this warped version of the galaxy far, far away - not the kind that smells like burnt metal and destiny, but one thick with sweat and bad decisions. The whole thing feels like a fever dream that someone spun out after one too many Holonet smut threads. You’re the guy who somehow made it to Jedi Knight while everyone else got distracted by the war or by each other’s asses (and they’re massive here, holy hell). Half the time you forget why you’re supposed to be saving anything because Barriss bends forward mid-dialogue and the robe just... doesn’t hold. Then there’s Aayla, all cool confidence until her mouth opens, breathing hard like she’s half-daring you to break the code. They all do that. Even Padme - who says words about diplomacy but arches her back every time your name drops. It’s ridiculous and hot at once, like watching porn on mute during a political debate.

The turn-based fights almost feel like foreplay. Every encounter teases longer than necessary, camera angles doing that thing where you can’t tell if you’re fighting monsters or auditioning them for something darker. When Bo-Katan shows up, the whole tempo changes - less talk, more bite - and suddenly the lightsaber doesn’t look like a weapon anymore. My favorite stupid detail: in the menu, somebody coded a “meditation” button that just leads to sex scenes. Lazy? Sure. But it fits. Nothing here pretends to be noble; it’s all dirty Jedi business in slow motion. And when the game finally pops one of those creampie endings, you don’t even blink. You just chuckle, fix the screen ratio on your phone, and keep pressing through because apparently defeat can look like victory if the moaning syncs just right.

Weird thing is - somewhere between the teasing and the parody nonsense - it stops feeling like a joke. You catch yourself liking these twisted versions more than the real ones. Maybe that’s the Force talking. Or just the fact that the writing knows exactly how low you’ll sink for another glimpse under a Jedi robe.

This thing hits you in the face right away. You open it and the game just starts calling you a pathetic virgin like it knows what tabs you had open before. Male protagonist, first year uni in late 90s Wales, stuck in that ugly campus mix of shitty carpet, nicotine stains, and horny brain. Everyone thinks you will die alone, and frankly the game agrees. Then the goth girl walks in like a walking middle finger to your self-esteem. Tall, boots, chains, black lipstick that looks like it tastes of smoke and cheap vodka. She is not your cute “secretly soft” goth. She is full female domination mode. She enjoys humiliating you, and the game really lets her. Public teasing in hallways, denial until you literally beg, exhibitionism moments where she pushes you close to being seen, and then pulls away only to grind on someone actually confident while you watch from the corner. If you hate netorare, this is a hate crime. If you like it, you will have your hand on your phone more than on your textbook.

What caught me off guard is how the corruption is not only sexual but social. The more you let her step on you, the more other people on campus join the act, and the POV stuff gets nasty. You see her big ass riding someone else through a cracked door while you are forced to hold her bag like an idiot. Or she sends you pics of her sucking off a dude from the football team, with your unread essays visible on your desk in the background. There is voyeurism everywhere, even when you are not the viewer. Sometimes you are the thing being watched: being paraded around as the loser virgin toy in a group chat that you are not even allowed to post in. The game even throws a milf teacher at you, but in that mean way, like, you think “finally, someone kind” and suddenly you are watching her get pounded by a classmate while she grades your paper with a red pen and one hand on his abs. The humor is cruel and honestly kind of funny, like that scene where your phone autocorrects “please” to “pee” while you are begging her to let you cum, and she just runs with it in a way I am still slightly disturbed by. There is a whole mobile phone layer built into the game, with apps that feel suspiciously like WhatsApp and Instagram where you keep scrolling old chats trying to find where exactly your dignity died, then getting distracted by AI generated CG of her in a “maybe pregnant, maybe not” ending that hits way harder than it should. I still cannot forgive the tiny thing where notification sounds are slightly off from real apps and my brain kept twitching every single time, but yeah, I kept playing anyway.

Lucas walks back into this rich guy fantasy house that is actually his dad’s place, but it feels more like a porn set than a home. Marble floor, giant staircases, everything screaming money, but the whole place is cold as hell emotionally. Dad is “away” all the time, ghost owner vibes. In the middle of all that, there she is: Isabelly, the stepmom, young enough that you instantly go “ok, this is fucked” but your dick is already having a different opinion. Big tits that don’t even try to be subtle, curves wrapped in these classy outfits that pretend to be respectable while the camera keeps catching angles that are not respectful at all. The game loves to park the screen on the little details: how her blouse opens just a bit too low when she leans over, how her lips stay just a second longer on that fake innocent smile, how her legs cross when she sits on the couch and you can feel Lucas’ brain melting through his nose.

The whole tension is that kind of slow burn where every normal thing feels dirty. Breakfast scenes feel like foreplay. Her asking “can you help me with this?” is already corruption in progress, because you know very well it never stops at “this”. The game really leans into humiliation, not in some clownish way, but like emotional kicking in the balls. Lucas is constantly reminded he is the outsider in his own house, treated like a guest, like a kid, and at the same time this woman is playing with his hormones, walking around half covered, pressing her tits a little too close, using his obvious crush as a toy. When things start to escalate, it hits that cheating angle hard. She is married to his father, that detail never goes away. Sometimes she even mentions the old man right when she is getting a little too close, and you can feel Lucas’ stomach twist, and honestly mine too. You get that slimy netorare flavor where you are both the victim and the bastard at the same time.

The scenes are rendered with that ai cg look where everything feels slightly unreal, almost too perfect, and in this game it kind of works because this whole mansion life is already fake as fuck. Isabelly sits right between milf and trophy doll, with those big tits basically having more personality than half of the cast, and the story keeps pushing you into situations where saying no feels impossible, but saying yes feels like you are ruining your own life on purpose. One moment she is tender, like a soft caring figure, and in the very next she is twisting the knife, teasing you, using your hard-on like leverage. There is one moment where Lucas catches a hint that maybe he is not the first toy in this house, and the game just drops that bomb and moves on like it is nothing, which annoyed me more than it should. I also hated one small thing: a tiny sound effect in a certain scene that repeats and repeats, like a cheap porn loop, and now it lives rent free in my brain. Still, I kept clicking, because every choice feels like pushing Lucas deeper into this mess of lust, shame, and that weird thrill when you know you are doing something unforgivable and you still spread her legs anyway.

Kai thinks he’s getting a lazy sexed-up vacation on a sunny island with his hot girlfriend, his smug best bro, and the girl who looks like she bites. That’s the vibe at first. Sun, cocktails, tits in tight bikinis, asses sliding over pool chairs, couples pretending they’re here to “relax” while they’re actually scanning every bar stool for someone to fuck. The resort looks like one of those Instagram traps, all fake-perfect, AI-smoothed smiles on posters and hotel staff who are just a little too polished. You start noticing weird stuff. Who is watching who, who is flirting a bit too long with who, who is way too comfortable touching your girl’s thigh. The island feels like it has its own rules, like it was built for people who got bored with normal sex and started asking themselves “what if I watch her get pounded by someone else and like it?” and then never stopped asking. It’s not subtle. You’re sitting there as Kai, watching Yumi lean forward, big tits half out, laughing at Nick’s jokes while his hand is a bit too close to her knee, and the game just lets that moment stretch and breathe until you either click or snap.

The whole thing is about pressure. Slow, annoying, horny pressure. You pick small choices that look harmless, like “sure, go for a walk with him” or “yeah, another drink is fine”, and three scenes later you’re staring at an animated loop of your girl’s soft hand around someone else’s cock while Kai tries to act like he’s not dying inside. Or maybe he’s into it. That’s the dirty part. The island keeps nudging you to test where your jealousy ends and your curiosity starts. The sex scenes grow out of that. Handjobs by the pool while someone might walk in, a wet grind on a lounge chair with her huge ass bouncing under a thin towel, a mouthy girl who likes to lean in too close and whisper shit about what your brother used to do with his ex. The game really likes that family drama angle. Older brother shows up, got that “I’ve fucked more and care less” energy, and suddenly every stare between him and your girl feels like a threat. Or a promise. Sometimes the art looks almost too clean, like an AI took a vacation album and turned it into porn, sometimes a frame looks a bit off and that weirdness makes the scene feel more wrong, which honestly fits the NTR stuff. You will click a choice, watch a short animation loop of her tits bouncing on a guy’s lap, and feel that tiny stab in your gut that says “you could have stopped this five scenes ago.” And maybe you still keep going.

Half the time you’re trying to solve what the hell is off about this island, who is pulling the strings, why everyone talks about “opening up” like it’s some cult slogan. The other half you’re just watching people get drunk, grind on each other at some shitty beach party, swap partners in ways no one really wants to admit out loud. The game does that thing where it pretends you are in control while also setting you up for failure, like letting you choose to cling to Yumi, then slowly showing her eyes drift to someone stronger, rougher, more daring. You can lean into the cheating, treat it as an experiment, turn Kai into that guy who loves seeing his girl used, or you can fight it and get dragged anyway. Some routes feel almost romantic until suddenly they aren’t. One minute you’re walking through palm trees at sunset, big ass in front of you swaying in tight shorts, and the next minute she’s pushing your hand away because she’s “tired” after spending time with someone else. The island keeps smiling. The resort music keeps playing. And you’re there, clicking, watching, letting it hurt and turn you on, wondering how far you’ll go before you call it too much, then pushing one scene past that.

You wake up in this therapy center with your brain feeling like someone hit “delete” on half your save files, and the person in charge of fixing you is a woman who definitely should not be allowed to call what she does “therapy”. Miss Lust looks at your trauma like it’s a puzzle she’s horny to solve, and every “session” is basically her asking “what if we push you just a bit further?” then shoving you off the cliff instead. One moment she’s talking gently about memory blocks, the next she’s got you on your knees, collar around your neck, making you shuffle a deck of cards that decides if you’re going to get your ass stretched, your clothes taken away, or your dignity ripped apart in front of people who should not be watching but totally are. The whole card thing sounds simple until you realize it’s not about winning, it’s about how badly you’re willing to lose. You draw a card, suddenly you owe her worship, or your body gets put on display to some stranger behind a glass wall, or she turns your “normal” male protagonist into this confused pretty sissy who starts to like the high heels way too fast. And you tell yourself “this is fucked up, I’m being corrupted”, while at the same time moving the mouse to pick the filthier option because curiosity is a worse dom than Miss Lust.

The game loves to tease that maybe there is romance, maybe she actually cares, then five minutes later she’s auctioning you off for a “special session” with a futa client who treats your ass like it’s public property while Miss Lust just watches, taking notes like it’s a science project. There is this one scene where you stand naked in a corridor with nothing but a card in your hand, and the rule is that you can’t cover yourself at all while strangers pass by and comment, and one woman stops just to step on your cock with her heel, then smiles like she is tipping a waiter. Then later, Miss Lust offers you a “soft” option with cuddles and vaginal sex that almost feels tender, and the game has the nerve to make that feel more humiliating than the gangbang because suddenly you care what she thinks. There are branching paths that turn you into her obedient slave, her little toy prostituted to other patients, the secret lover she hides behind professional talk, or the broken thing that gets off on being called pathetic while licking her feet. The voyeur stuff gets wild too, like that card that forces you to watch another patient being transformed, stripped, and used by two women and one guy while you jerk under the table, trying not to get caught, and if you fail the check she drags you out by the hair and makes you finish in front of them. It is messy, horny, occasionally weirdly sweet, and then it slaps you with NTR flavor just when you start to feel safe. Honestly I wish there was one path where you just say “nope” and go to normal therapy, but also, I’d never click it.

Naoki doesn’t start out as the pervert you meet later on - that’s the best part. He’s a normal guy with a normal marriage, just a little too honest about what stirs him up inside. The game pulls you in not because of some flashy setup, but because of how uncomfortably *real* it feels when those filthy thoughts begin crawling in. One night he’s imagining Rika smiling at another man, and instead of anger or jealousy, something deep and shameful inside him lights up. You can almost feel the sweat on his neck, that mix of guilt and arousal that turns into something he can’t shut down anymore. It’s not romantic; it’s raw, embarrassing even, but that’s exactly why it hits harder than half the fake “passionate” stuff other games throw at you.

Rika herself is drawn like someone you’d actually see across the street - curves heavy enough to make your chest tighten but soft, expressive eyes that tell you she’s not innocent either. The animation lingers. When she moves, her hips drag a second longer than they should, and it’s hard to look away. There’s this one scene - Naoki watching through the crack of a door while his friend Kenta talks to her - and it’s more erotic than the full-on sex later, because the tension has that ugly truth behind it. You’re not supposed to want this. But you do. When the game finally lets go of its restraint and the three of them crash together, it doesn’t pretend it’s beautiful. It’s messy, sweaty, and just shy of cruel. Rika’s moans don’t sound like performance; they sound like surrender. And Naoki’s face during the creampie scene looks half destroyed, half enlightened.

It’s strange, maybe even uncomfortable, but if you’ve ever read those darker doujin panels where the shading tells more story than the words, you’ll get what this game’s doing. It’s turning jealousy into something almost holy - fucked-up, sure, but honest.

Distance porn hits different when the whole game is literally just you, her, and this shitty little chat window that somehow ruins your evening in the best way. You play the guy who went away for work, but honestly it feels more like you’re trapped inside a horny Telegram thread where every choice is either “be a sweet husband” or “poke at something you’re not sure you wanna see.” It starts innocent enough: she sends a pic of her dinner, you joke, you flirt, it’s soft, kind of warm. Then the game quietly starts asking, ok, what if she dressed a little more slutty for you, what if she told you about that coworker in more detail, what if you encouraged her just a little. The whole thing is text and photos, no map, no walking around, just you constantly picking replies and waiting for that next photo like a degenerate refreshing WhatsApp. When she sends the first slightly risky selfie, low light, maybe bra strap showing, your brain goes “oh yeah, it’s starting” and at the same time “shit, am I really gonna push this?” Of course you push it. That’s the point.

The chat is where the game feels nasty in a good way. Some answers are super tender, like you’re writing cringe romance from high school, and some are just filthy, like “yeah, show me more, but maybe let him see too.” And yes, I said “him.” There’s this slow poison in how the messages are written: her stories about daily life start including this guy more often, casual mentions, tiny hints, like when she says “he helped me carry something heavy” and you get the option to laugh it off, get jealous, or do the worst thing and say “you should tease him for me.” When you hit those provocative options, it’s not instant porn. It drips. A hand on a shoulder in a photo. A dress that’s too short “by accident.” A mirror selfie where you know someone else took the picture, but she pretends not to say it. The AI-like art has this glossy, slightly uncanny vibe that weirdly fits the mood, like these are pictures she shouldn’t be sending to anyone, not even her husband. Sometimes a hand looks a little off or the background is weird and you’re like “ok, that plant is illegal in three countries” but your eyes are glued on her nipples anyway, so whatever. I had one run where I tried to keep it pure, picking all the loving answers, being the perfect guy, and somehow it felt even dirtier when she still slipped you that suggestive pic “just for fun.” Not sure if the game is judging me or if I’m just projecting.

There is a point in the middle where the pacing kind of drags, like the game knows you’re here for the fucked-up voyeur stuff and still makes you talk about laundry and groceries for ten screens. It’s realistic, yeah, couples do that, but my dick didn’t care about the price of tomatoes. I almost closed the tab, but then she sends this grainy bathroom mirror shot, just a towel, wet hair, and a tiny reflection of someone behind the frosted glass. Might be nothing. Might not. And suddenly those boring messages feel like set-up. The writing leans hard on that “did she mean that?” feeling, especially when you choose the more permissive replies and she starts asking things like “you don’t mind if I dress sexy around others, right?” or “would it turn you on if someone looked at me the way you do?” You can steer it into straight-up cheating or keep it in that twisted fantasy zone where you’re the one pushing her to the edge while pretending your hands are clean. The game doesn’t pop up a disclaimer or scold you, it just gives you more pictures, more suggestive framing, more texts where she sounds confused and horny and a little too excited to share details. Porn wise, it gets explicit, no teasing fade-outs: tits, pussy, cum, awkward angles like she really snapped them in a hurry. Some scenes feel like they were made to be screenshotted and saved in a hidden folder, others look messy in a surprisingly honest way, like drunk sexting that went too far. By the time another man’s presence in those photos stops being just “maybe” and turns into “ok, that’s his hand for sure,” you’re not even shocked, you’re just scrolling, choosing answers, and quietly asking yourself when exactly you lost control. You probably never had it.

Matsuda looks like that guy you see on LinkedIn who has everything: sharp suit, neat hair, arrogant little smile that says “partner track”. In this game, you slide into his skin and realize pretty fast that all that polished surface hides a man who never actually lived. He sold his youth, his hobbies, his stupid crushes, all of it, just to grind cases and billable hours. Now he finally has the big salary, the fancy apartment, and this seriously gorgeous wife with curves that just make you stop and stare, and that’s exactly where everything starts to rot from the inside. You don’t play a hero here. You play a man who realizes he might be losing the only thing that actually matters, and he notices it when her skirt gets shorter, her lipstick gets darker, and her eyes don’t stay on him anymore.

The whole thing feels quiet at first, like a small crack. She leans over the table and that ass just fills your view, and you get this little text from her: “Going out with friends tonight.” You know that’s nothing, right? Just friends. But the game keeps pushing tiny moments on you. A lingering smell of cheap male cologne when she hugs you. Her phone lighting up, and she turns it face down too fast. She comes home late, hair messed, stockings a bit torn, complaining she’s “tired” and falls straight into bed without letting you touch those ridiculous tits that used to bounce for you on the couch. Audible’s open on your phone but you’re not listening; you’re just staring at her from the hallway wondering who’s making her moan now. You start noticing how the camera loves her body more than it loves yours. Her hips, the soft way her breasts spill out of a half-buttoned shirt, the tiny wet marks that sometimes show on her panties when she thinks you’re not looking. At one point there is this scene where she is standing at the balcony, texting, and the text choices you get are things like “Ask gently” or “Pretend you don’t care”, and whichever you pick, it still feels like your balls are slowly being crushed. Sex still happens, but it’s different. She rides you with her mind somewhere else, biting her lip like she’s replaying something someone else did to her. You can feel every second of that. The game is not shy at all with the physical stuff. You see the way her ass jiggles when another man grabs her, the way she opens her legs in a car seat that is clearly not yours, the detail when she’s finally getting pounded and you’re not even in the room. Sometimes you just sit there, clicking, watching her get her pussy stretched and soaked by someone who doesn’t even know her middle name, and the worst part is how the protagonist still calls her “my wife” like that means anything. The scenes hit harder because they don’t always scream about it; sometimes the most brutal moment is just her walking past you with that freshly fucked glow on her skin, smelling like sweat and sex that is not yours, and you know exactly what she’s been doing without one word being said. It’s mean. It’s hot. It’s miserable. It’s the kind of story that leaves you half hard, half sick, staring at your screen like, “Yeah, I would still forgive her.”

This one starts like some epic fairy tale your grandma would censor with a black marker, then just falls face first into filth in the nicest way. You’re this classic heroic dude with a sword, a job from the king, plague on the land, cursed forest, all that fantasy poster stuff. And on your arm, there’s Vallabelle, your elf wife, all holy robes and huge tits and that kind of ass that makes armor look illegal. She is written like this sweet, loyal priestess who’d probably heal your paper cut and apologize to the cut. And that’s exactly why the whole corruption thing hits harder. The game doesn’t rush into the porn right away. It does that slow boil where you’re walking through traps, monsters, ruins, and you can feel the forest looking at her more than at you. Long shots on her thigh when she climbs, her robes riding up, camera hanging just a bit too low when she bends to heal somebody. At first it feels like normal fanservice and you’re like “ok sure, jiggle physics.” Then you notice where the camera always is when she casts spells. Below. Always below.

Since it’s a straight kinetic story, there’s no pretending you’re in control. No choices, no branches, no magic button to “save Vallabelle.” You just click, watch, and slowly realize this quest is way more about her body than the stupid cure. You get these small scenes where she clings to you after a fight, shaking with fear, and your guy is trying to stay noble while the game already set her up as the perfect target. Big tits squeezed into that priest dress, hips that don’t know the meaning of modesty, shy smile that says “no” while the plot has already decided “yes, but later and with tentacles.” The pacing loves teasing. She gets groped by “accident” when a monster grabs her from behind, hands everywhere, her moans halfway between pain and very obvious something else. A so-called healing ritual where some shady old altar needs “physical contact” and she’s stroking, sucking, taking it like it’s all for the greater good. Your hero tells himself it’s just magic. The forest laughs.

The NTR flavor comes in quiet first. A hand that stays on her ass too long. A shot of her lips after she wipes off someone else’s cum and pretends it was part of the ceremony. You catch glimpses through bushes, like full on voyeur scenes where your character is “resting” while she goes to check something and you get these frames of her surrounded. Tentacles curling around her legs, sliding under the robe, smacking against that thick elf butt while she whimpers and still prays, because of course she does. There’s handjobs where she’s clearly trying to be “selfless” and ends up jerking off something non-human, eyes glazed, saying she only did it to protect you. Then later, oral scenes with her on her knees for someone else, drool and cum all over that pretty priest face, and the narration plays it like she’s sacrificing herself, but the blush and body language tell another story. Vaginal scenes go from “forced” to disturbingly eager, her grabbing hips, begging for more, clinging to monsters or other men with the same hands she used to hold yours. Spanking comes in as “punishment” or training, except every smack makes her ass jiggle and the camera practically worships it. She starts to arch into it, moaning too loud, and you just sit there like an idiot clicking forward, fully aware you’re not the main character anymore. The forest is. By the time she’s cheating in broad daylight, grinding that big ass down on someone else’s cock, talking about how it helps the mission, you already knew this was coming. You still feel that little stab when she looks back at you from the CG, eyes half guilty, half fucked stupid, like she remembers you just enough to hurt. And yeah, I got mad at one tiny thing: her hair clip keeps clipping through her ear in one scene and it pulled me out of the moment for two seconds. Then the tentacle went in and my brain forgot the complaint.