Autumn City feels like somebody mashed High School DxD, a chuuni light novel, and a Pornhub playlist in Koikatsu, forgot to clean it up, then said “yeah, that’s fine”. You’re in the shoes of Hiro, a pretty typical magic student type, caught between demon hunting, bureaucratic bullshit from “The Organization”, and two heroines who absolutely refuse to keep their sexual tension at a normal level. The game pretends to be about terrorism and supernatural crime, but then you’re five minutes in and suddenly you’re watching Kana, the tsundere mage, yelling at you for being a pervert while her hand is already on your dick. It’s that kind of tone all the time. The structure is a Renpy VN, but it keeps throwing you into these little combat scenes where you’re chasing demons across some farm world like a horny Dante who got lost on the way to Devil May Cry and walked into a doujin instead. The first world, the Wilde Ivy farm, has no right being as horny as it is for a place with cows and hay bales.

What really sells it is the combination of 3DCG Koikatsu style and voice acting. Kana’s voice is pure poison in the best way: she does the whole “I don’t like you, idiot” routine while moaning her lungs out in an ahegao during a blowjob scene, and it just screams light novel parody. One of my favorite moments: you just finished a sloppy titfuck with her in a barn, she’s panting, your cum all over her chest, and she still tries to scold you about “professional behavior as an agent”. Then the game swings hard into NTR land and suddenly those same tits are bouncing on some demon’s cock because you took the “wrong” path. The cheating / netorare stuff is not subtle at all. There’s a scene where you get literally knocked out in combat, wake up in some fantasy side-area, open the Extras Gallery later and realize there’s a whole anal and group sex chain you didn’t see where Angie and Kana are getting used while you’re gone. The game basically grins at you and goes, “yeah, that happened while you were being useless”. It gives you a “vanilla / NTR scenario” choice, but the line is blurry: even the so-called vanilla path still teases you with the idea that these girls could get stolen if you slip. Some people will hate that, some will… let’s say, need a new keyboard. The oral scenes are everywhere: handjob with whispered dirty talk in one world-jump transition, deepthroat blowjob as a “reward” after a successful combat encounter, Kana masturbating while spying on you, Angie stuck in an older, more “milf-coded” role that really pops during a threesome where she instructs Kana how to ride you properly. Group sex scenes suddenly escalate into full-on multiple penetration with demons while you watch, and the game doesn’t shy away from showing your character getting hard from that. The weirdest part is how it will jump from “serious” talk about protecting Autumn City and fighting terrorists to a goofy ahegao close-up during vaginal and anal combo play, like the scriptwriter got distracted by Pornhub tabs halfway. I kept thinking of “The Monk” by Lewis, all that religious guilt and temptation stuff, except here the confession booth is a haystack and the punishment is another blowjob. The combat and adventure parts are there mostly to justify why you keep jumping into new worlds full of excuses for sex, but sometimes they actually land a cool line or magic effect and you forget for a second this is mainly about watching your waifu get fucked in every possible way, with or without you. Then the next scene loads, Kana is drooling around a cock again, and the illusion politely dies.

Jason is that kind of lazy-ass 22-year-old everyone knows: still parked in mom’s house, half pretending to look for work, actually grinding through games like his life depends on clearing the next level. The game drops you right into one of those “I’ll just play one more” nights where the screen glow is basically his only real relationship. Except here, the more he plays, the stranger his world starts twisting. Not in some deep philosophical way, don’t worry. More like: the geeky gamer fantasies in his head start leaking into his real life, and suddenly mom’s tight shirt isn’t “just mom’s shirt” anymore, and the Lara-style brunette on screen feels a little too close, like she might crawl out of the monitor and ask for a blowjob for beating the boss. It plays out like a short episode, self-contained, like a dirty Black Mirror that decided to stop pretending it has a moral and just went full horny instead.

The tone is this weird mix of everyday boredom and “shit, did that actually just happen.” One moment Jason’s half-slouching at his desk, alt-tabbing between his game and some porn site like Pornhub or XVideos, thinking about nothing, and then bam, you’re in front of a stacked milf with ridiculous big tits, and the game doesn’t even pretend you’re there for plot. You get those classic VN moments where time kind of slows down, screen holds on a CG of her bending over the sink, panties riding up, Jason’s eyes glued to her ass even though he’s pretending to look at the floor. The text doesn’t over-explain it, which I like. You already know what he’s thinking. When oral comes in, it’s not some meek fade to black. Mouth on cock, spit strings, sloppy sounds, her lips stretching around him, his hand in her hair pulling a little too hard, that quick little panic in his head that she might actually notice how much he’s enjoying it. Then he thinks about that redhead from his game, the one with the explorer shorts, and suddenly the lines start blurring. Is he imagining mom as his own bootleg Lara, or did the dev just decide that gamer brain is one endless crossover event and call it a day.

What sells it isn’t some great mystery plot, it’s that feeling of being stuck between screens and reality. Jason grinding XP in his games, then “grinding” something else in the hallway when mom bends down to pick up laundry. You get those heavy-breathing scenes where she’s on her knees, her lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowing out, eyes up, and the text throws in just enough little details like the taste, the warmth, the way her tongue plays with the tip, that it hits that sweet spot between porn and fantasy diary. The parody vibe sneaks in too, with that obvious nod to Lara Croft style heroines: tough gamer fantasy girls with guns and shorts who, in this world, also happen to love sucking cock once Jason manages to “beat” their route. No long grind, no nonsense stat juggling, just click, read, choose, watch the CG hentai do its thing. One shot, in and out, like a quick jerk-it session between real-life obligations you’re definitely ignoring. It feels dirty in that specific way only a story about a useless gamer son drooling over his milf mother and game heroines can pull off, and it doesn’t apologize for any of it.

Game looks almost too simple when you first open it. Guy walks around, girls lose things, you help, then things get very naked very fast. That is basically the whole idea, and it somehow works way better than it sounds. It feels like those lazy mobile gacha games you open while waiting for bus, except instead of pulling anime swords you end up balls deep in a stacked redhead on the couch. There is something kind of funny about how normal the start of each scene is. “Hey, I lost this, can you help?” and five clicks later your cock is in her throat and her mascara is crying more than she is. The game does not even pretend to be classy, and I kind of respect that. You want big tits? They are big. You want big asses? The camera absolutely knows. There are a lot of shots where the dev just parked the view directly on the ass like a worship altar, with those slow animations when you slide in her pussy and her cheeks jiggle for a second too long. Mobile controls are actually decent. Thumb on the screen, tap choices, tap again to switch from blowjob to titfuck to just grab her hair and fuck her mouth harder. No long tutorial, you just learn by doing, which is accurate for sex and also for porn games, I guess. One little thing that annoyed me: sometimes the text boxes block the good part of the action and you have to tap them away in a hurry, and I keep misclicking the wrong dialogue option because my hand is already busy, you know. But then the next scene starts with her sitting on your lap, bouncing, boobs slapping against her chest with those wet sounds, and I forget what I was angry about. Typical.

The harem stuff comes in slowly. At first it feels like just random girls who misplace their things, then you realize the game wants you to collect them like horny Pokémon. One moment you are helping a shy girl find her “lost” notebook, next moment she is bent over a table, panties around her ankle, and your dick is sliding between her folds in that looped animation that never quite syncs with the moans, which somehow makes it hotter, like a cheap porn loop you keep replaying. Later you have two or three of them hung around you like you are the last dick on Earth. There is one scene where you finish in her mouth, she swallows, and the other girl just turns around and offers her ass without a word, and the game lets you just ram it in. Anal here is not subtle at all; it is very “shove first, questions later”. I was expecting more pussy focus, but some of the anal angles are honestly the best ones, especially when her ass is so big it almost hides your entire body. And the cumshots, holy shit. You can finish in, on tits, on face, sometimes all three if you replay, and the animation actually changes instead of just recoloring the same splash. There is this one titfuck where her boobs squeeze together and the cum squirts straight up her neck and chin, and it looked way better than it had any right to in a horny little mobile game like this. Story is trash in a charming way, dialogue swings between goofy and “did an actual human write this at 4% battery”. But I kept tapping, unlocked more girls, more holes, more ridiculous scenes where everyone somehow lost something again. It feels dirty in that specific browser-in-incognito way, and yeah, I’m already pretending I never played it while secretly planning which girl to knock up next time I open it.

You start as this clueless 18-year-old thrown into Hogwarts University, and the first thing that hits you isn’t some epic prophecy or dark lord, it’s how horny literally everyone is under the “serious academic” surface. It feels like some fanfic writer drank too much coffee and said, “what if all that sexual tension in the books actually went somewhere” and then just never stopped typing. You walk in, you get sorted, professors try to act professional, but every corridor, every classroom, every dorm has that vibe. You’re supposed to be learning spells and building stats like in a normal RPG, but half the time you’re thinking, “ok, if I raise my charisma two more points, can I finally convince Hermione to stop pretending she doesn’t want it?” The game knows exactly why you’re here. It just plays coy for a while, then opens up like a fucking floodgate.

What I really liked is how the “main” story keeps its pants on longer than you expect. You can just play it as a weird school-life dating sim where nothing too crazy happens, just some flirting, touching, maybe a blowjob in a quiet tower if you push things. But if you start poking around side quests, oh boy. You find that weird basement club where somebody is studying mind control “purely for research”, and next thing you’re watching a good little girl like Ginny suddenly agree to spread her legs for your big cock because someone tweaked her thoughts. Or you’re helping Luna “understand male anatomy” in some abandoned classroom, and she’s on her knees, eyes shining, drool on her chin, trying to take you all the way down while mumbling something about “proper field work”. The scene where Nymphadora Tonks shapeshifts her body a bit just to fit you deeper while she rides you is the kind of detail that sticks in your head longer than it should. And then there’s Hermione, trying to stay in control, correcting you on spell names while you’re burying yourself in her tight virgin pussy for the first time. She tries to keep talking about exams, then she just breaks, clings to you, and you feel her shudder around you. That mix of “smart girl losing her composure” is porn gold, sorry.

The game is kinda evil with how many routes it hides behind simple choices. You joke with one girl instead of another, suddenly you’re tangled in some NTR chain where your “pure” crush is sneaking off to get reamed by a tentacled monstrosity from the forbidden section while you stand outside the door hearing those wet, sloppy sounds. Or you focus on a milf professor, help her grade papers, and there’s this small moment where she guides your hand to her tits while explaining some spell like it’s nothing. Later she’s on her desk, skirt up, ass exposed, begging you to go in her ass because “no one has to know if it leaves no marks”. The anal scenes actually feel different from the vaginal ones, not just copy paste text, and sometimes the animation even lines up with the dirty dialog in a way that made me stop and smile like an idiot. Not everything is that polished though. On mobile, swiping through menus sometimes makes the wrong dialogue option light up and I keep thinking “I’ll report that bug” but I just don’t. There’s a whole thing with a trans character too, where you can either be a supportive, horny bastard and enjoy her cock and tits together in a messy oral-threesome combo, or act like a jealous shit and push her into cheating stuff with other students. Some of the cheating scenes hit weirdly hard. One moment you’re happily dating, next you walk into a room and she’s full of someone else, moaning your name by accident. I wish the pregnancy stuff was a bit more reactive to all that, like more scenes where girls rub their swollen belly while you cum in them again, but whatever, it still scratches that breeding itch enough. And I swear the dorm hallway makes this one sound effect that annoys me every single time, but I keep playing anyway.

Keiichi feels like that dude who sits alone in the corner of a beach bar, pretending he’s “just enjoying the view” while his entire life is quietly catching fire. The game throws you right into his vacation, into this fake-relaxing tropical vibe where the air smells like sunscreen and cheap cocktails, and suddenly every girl you meet has a body that makes you forget what you were going to say. It looks like some light romantic thing at first, all smiles at the hotel café, sand stuck between toes, sun on brown skin, but it doesn’t stay soft. One moment you’re sharing iced coffee with a curvy Brazilian waitress, watching her ass sway when she leans over to clean a table, and the next she’s teasing you under the counter with her foot, pressing her soft sole against your crotch while she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. She laughs when you spill your drink, by the way. Total bully energy, and I kind of hated it and loved it.

The whole story is written like this messy diary he’s keeping on his phone, like when you open Google Docs at night and write stuff you’d never send to anyone. Some scenes are sweet in a painful way. You’re on the beach at sunset with this latina girl who pretends she just wants to talk about “future plans” and family drama, but the camera just sits way too long on her tits pushed up in that bikini, on tan thighs crossed in the sand. She puts her feet in your lap, wriggling her toes like it’s nothing, and casually asks if you’ve ever had your dick sucked on an empty shore. Cue choice screen: be a gentleman, or let her slowly slide down, her lips wrapping around you while waves crash in the background. You can pick if he’s loyal or just a horny idiot, but no matter what you choose, you still feel like a creep checking all the routes. There’s a party scene too, loud music, glow sticks, everyone half-drunk, her lipstick smeared as she pushes you into a dark corner near the pool and takes you in her mouth, choking and giggling, then asking if you’d still call her in the morning. You probably won’t.

The game keeps throwing women at you like you’re the last man on earth. Big tits bouncing in tight tops at the hotel café, big asses in tiny shorts walking ahead of you on the boardwalk, different skin tones, different attitudes. One is shy and romantic, blushing when your hand brushes her ankle, then later she’s the one giving you a slow, almost worshipful footjob on the bed, her painted toes gripping your shaft while she whispers that she wants to belong to you. Another girl flirts with your friends, flirts with everyone actually, and if you follow the wrong choices she heads off with some other guy, and the game just lets you sit in that sick netorare feeling, reading Keiichi’s jealous diary entry where he pretends it doesn’t bother him. Sometimes the choices feel fake, like they clearly want you to go for the full harem route, with all of them orbiting around your dick on this “vacation that changes everything”, but then there are these tiny moments where someone refuses you, or talks about old wounds, and suddenly your porn game turns into late-night emotional torture. Still, every time I told myself I’d stick to one wholesome romance, I ended up at another beach party, staring at bouncing tits in a wet bikini top, toes sliding along my shaft under the table, and clicking the most trash option available without even pretending to be a good guy.

Burned out barista flies to Rio thinking he’s going to “find himself” or some bullshit like that, and the game immediately throws him into the kind of vacation people only talk about when their main browser is on Pornhub and their incognito tab is full of brown skin, sandy beaches and sloppy oral. You’re this dude who spent way too long serving cappuccinos and listening to people complain about soy milk, and now you’re landing in Brazil with a cheap suitcase, a fried brain and exactly zero idea what you’re doing. Which is perfect, because the game pretty much weaponizes that clueless energy. One moment you’re half jetlagged, trying to figure out how to pay for a cab without looking like a complete idiot, next moment you’re standing in front of a beach bar, staring at a brazilian latina with legs for days, feet in sandals, laughing at you while she knows exactly how stupid you look. And yeah, she catches you staring at her toes. The game does this a lot: it lets you get horny in a really messy, human way, not like some clinical porn script. When she notices your eyes slide down, you actually get a choice. Look away and pretend you were checking the sand. Or keep looking and admit it. If you go for the second one, her smile changes a little, and you suddenly understand this trip is not about “rest”. It’s about how far you’ll actually go once no one from your boring cafe life is watching.

Stuff escalates slowly and then all at once. There’s the first beach party where everyone’s drunk on cheap caipirinha and outdated reggaeton hits, and you’re squeezed between sweaty bodies, lights, and this girl pressing her ass against you while her boyfriend is literally five meters away buying drinks. Or not her boyfriend. The game never makes it clean. It plays with that netorare edge in a way that feels more like a bad decision on a hot night than some hardcore fetish show. You get scenes where you’re sitting at a plastic table, sand under your feet, she slips off her flip flop and her toes slide over your crotch while she pretends to talk about “culture” and “Brazilian spirit”, and her guy is right there laughing at something on his phone. In one branch he catches on, in another he just stays blissfully dumb. Sometimes you feel like a piece of shit, sometimes you don’t care at all, and the script doesn’t try to clean it up for you. When she drags you to the water later and pushes you against the rocks to suck you off while the tide hits your legs, you remember that you were supposed to “reflect on your life choices” this year. Instead you’re getting wet sand on your ass and her mouth around your dick while she strokes you with the same foot that teased you earlier at the bar, making half-muffled jokes in portuguese you barely get. It’s romantic for two seconds, then filthy, then kind of romantic again. Like a party that smells like sunscreen, sweat and cheap perfume, and you only realize you lost your wallet when you’re already back in the hostel bed, still tasting her on your lips.

The game pretends to be about choices, and in a way it is, but it’s not that tidy “good route / bad route” stuff you see everywhere. You can chase a more tender vacation romance with one girl, share quiet moments with her on the beach at sunset, listen to her talk about trying to get out of the favela, kiss her slowly, feel her tongue slide into your mouth while she climbs on your lap, her bikini bottoms pushed aside so she can ride you carefully while waves crash in the background. Or you can screw that up completely by answering one question wrong and ending in some cramped back room of a noisy bar, where another woman drops to her knees so fast it feels almost transactional, letting you fuck her throat while her mascara smudges and her feet rub together along your shaft in a messy footjob that’s more desperation than affection. Sometimes it feels like you’re the tourist ruining people’s lives, other times you’re just a guy getting dragged along in someone else’s chaos. There is interracial stuff, yeah, and the game doesn’t treat it like porn category labels, just like reality: different tones of skin tangled together on sweaty sheets, breath in your ear, nails on your back, a leg over your shoulder while you go down on her until she pulls your hair because you’re too rough. It’s not “polished” at all. Some scenes feel rushed, some jumps between daytime coffee in a small cafe and night-time blowjob in a dark alley are jarring, and sometimes the tone flips so fast you wonder if two writers fought over the script in a Google Doc. But that messy vibe is exactly like a real bad decision vacation. You tell yourself you came here to rest. Then you wake up with sand in your shoes, bite marks on your chest, a girl’s phone number written on your arm in marker, and you’re already checking if she’s online while another woman sends you a message asking if you’re coming to the next party. The game never asks if you deserve any of it. It just lets you sink deeper.

Power Fantasy Mayor is one of those games that looks stupid in the best way and then suddenly you realize you are min-maxing orgasms like it’s a gacha spreadsheet. The setup is simple: city in chaos, weird virus, council is gone, you are the last idiot standing and now you are the mayor with absolute authority over everyone’s body and life. The story pretends to care about morality for about five minutes, then it basically asks you: do you want to be a half decent guy who still uses his new power to peek at tits from the CCTV system, or do you just go full corruption route and turn the whole town into your personal porn studio. It calls itself a “choice” game and technically that’s true, but let’s be honest, when the game gives you a dialogue like “protect citizen” or “check how deep she can take it”, it already knows what button you will click.

What I liked a lot, from a gamification nerd view, is how the corruption and affection numbers work almost like a fake RPG level system. Every time you pass some new law or push your power too far, the city’s “mood” shifts and scenes unlock that literally didn’t exist before. You think it’s just flavor text, but then suddenly that strict teacher you saw in a boring meeting earlier is now sneaking into your office after curfew, panting, on her knees, because your new “mandatory health inspection” order says the mayor needs to personally “check oral reflexes”. There is zero subtlety. It’s funny. One time I forced through a curfew rule just to see what happens, and next in-game day there’s a scene where two girls try to sneak past the patrols, get caught on camera, and you watch the replay first like some voyeur cop, then you can literally teleport there using your weird paranormal powers and decide if you punish them with public anal or pretend to be nice and invite them into a “safe room”. I picked the fake nice route and the game still rewarded me with them making out on the couch and you just sit there as mayor, watching, waiting until they pull you in. Consent is… flexible here.

The superpower stuff is funny because it feels like the dev had one idea after reading a bad hentai doujin and just layered everything on top. Sometimes you are reading about infection rates, then suddenly you freeze time so you can walk around a locker room, stripping the bustiest girl in the squad and positioning her like a doll, then unpause and watch her lose it with full ahegao because now her bra just “mysteriously vanished” in front of her classmates. There is also this whole thing with public speeches where you can influence mass behavior: pick a calm, responsible speech and the city becomes manageable, or you go full cult leader, shirt slightly open, promising “new freedoms” and the whole square turns into a huge exhibitionist playground later. The game doesn’t explain the math, but there is clearly some hidden stat that tracks how degenerate your policies are, because after a while even random NPCs start doing lesbian stuff in back alleys if you keep making pervy laws. The harem angle is both fun and kind of broken: you collect girls from different factions, each with her own corruption level, but once they all live in your mansion, scenes start to repeat with tiny changes and it feels a bit like using the same sticker pack on Telegram for every reply. Also the UI has this tiny confirm button on the bottom right that you have to hit every time you change a policy and it drove me crazy for like twenty minutes straight and I still hate it. Anyway, the best part for me was when I passed a law about “mandatory camera checks” and then later caught my own security chief on-screen, on her knees, choking on a dildo-shaped training device she swears is “for interrogation practice” while your character just laughs and tells her to prove it on the real thing. The game pretends to be about saving a city but it’s actually about how far you can push people until they beg you to own them.

You start out as this pretty average guy who honestly has it way too good. Cute girlfriend who actually wants your dick and your attention, stacked childhood friends who orbit you like you’re some budget anime protagonist, job that doesn’t suck your soul completely dry. Then the game just kicks you in the balls. You die. No romance, no hero moment, just dead. Next thing, you open your eyes and there are these two weird divine girls talking about you like you’re a broken toy they picked up from the bargain bin. They give you “gifts”. They don’t explain shit. And that’s kind of the running joke of the story: every time you think “ok, now I get it,” the game hits you with another horny plot twist and a new way to get yourself in trouble with wet, needy women and the occasional guy who wanders into the mess.

When you wake up back at the local shrine, the world looks normal, but the vibe is off. Your memories are foggy, like a hangover where you only remember the sex parts. People around you are a bit too eager, a bit too touchy. Your girlfriend still loves you, of course, but now the game starts poking at that line between “loyal couple” and “ok, but what if she licks your cute coworker in front of you while you watch from the side, trying not to lose it.” The game really likes that angle: you’re not sharing her with dudes, it’s all about her with other women, and you stuck there playing half-proud, half-jealous spectator while tongues and fingers do all the honest work. There’s a scene early on where she acts all shy, then ends up on her knees between another girl’s legs, glancing up at you with this guilty puppy look while she’s tasting her. It’s sweet and filthy at the same time, like someone mixed a romance VN with raw horny doujin pages and forgot to separate them.

The “gifts” from the divines slowly show themselves in, let’s say, very physical ways. Your body reacts too strongly. You catch yourself staring when two girls hug, and the game leans into that voyeur thing hard. You peek through doors, “accidentally” walk in on your childhood friend in the bath, then later she’s the one kneeling in front of you, big wet eyes, lips wrapped around you while she tries not to choke too much. Some scenes go full fucktoy fantasy: a girl riding you like she owns you, using your cock just to get herself off, then collapsing on your chest while you drip out of her. There’s this swinging-style moment where the atmosphere turns almost party-like, different women passing you around with their hands and mouths, one girl kissing another while you’re buried inside one of them, hot breathing, sticky thighs, no one really asking if this is “good for the relationship.” The story pretends to care about guilt and cheating, then throws you into a soft harem where everyone somehow ends up naked anyway. And yeah, there’s dick going in, cum staying in, warm creampies leaking out on the sheets and on thighs, because the game is not shy about showing where everything ends up. Every route you poke opens another door: a lesbian side scene there, a guy appearing in the background, a messy shrine night where you’re watching two girls play with a toy on each other while you’re wondering if those divine “gifts” were a blessing or some cosmic pervert’s joke.

Homeboy comes back from his “year abroad” like he just discovered culture, and walks into a house that feels the same but somehow way dirtier. Not the furniture, the vibes. Mom’s still stacked like a hentai thumbnail, stepdad’s still pretending to be the wholesome nice guy, and the two sisters are… yeah, not how he left them. The game drops you right in the middle of this horny little pressure cooker where everyone’s pretending nothing weird is going on while literally everything is weird. You’re the son, you’re broke, trying to find a job, and instead of working on your CV you’re out here watching your own family like a degenerate peeking from behind the curtains. One second you’re in the kitchen talking about “future plans” and next second you’re getting flashbacks of how your mom’s shirt always rides up when she reaches for the top shelf and your brain just turns into Pornhub recommendations.

The game loves to play that slow, rotten corruption thing. At first it’s just small shit. You walk into the living room at the wrong moment and your older sister’s skirt “accidentally” rides up while she’s watching some Netflix clone on her laptop. Younger sister’s glued to her phone, doing that fake innocent student routine, but when you pass her door at night there’s that soft wet sound and a choked breath and your dumb ass just stands there, listening, hand already on your dick before you even realize it. The voyeur stuff hits hard: crack of the door, bathroom mirror fogged, mom bent over the sink in a towel that’s one bad knot away from dropping, and you’re there, hiding, blood pumping way too loud in your ears. Sometimes you catch stepdad grabbing her ass in the kitchen, his hand way too low, her pretending to push him away while still pressing back into him. You start noticing he stays out late more, and when he’s home, he’s rougher, like some switch flipped. There’s that one scene where you see him arguing with mom, his voice raised, and then it cuts to him dragging her to the bedroom. You don’t see everything at first, just hear the bed banging and her moans sounding a little too close to crying, and the game just leaves you with that messed up mix of jealousy, anger, and straight up arousal.

Then the cheating and interracial stuff starts dripping in, not subtle at all. Mom “goes out with a friend” and suddenly she’s in the back of some dude’s car, face buried in his lap, her big tits bouncing while she chokes a little on his cock and pretends she still has morals. Your older sister sneaks out to “study” and ends up riding some huge black guy like he’s the final boss of her degree, and later you accidentally see the video on her phone when she goes to shower. The game lets you decide if you just watch, confront, or quietly use that shit later while you jerk off alone in your room. That’s the thing: masturbation scenes are everywhere, like the house itself is horny and leaking. You catch mom with her fingers buried deep between her thighs after a fight with stepdad, see your younger sister grinding on her pillow, see your own reflection in the monitor light while you stroke it to some CG scene of the same women you just had breakfast with. Sometimes there’s a tiny romance beat, like mom looking at you too long, hand resting on your shoulder a little too soft, or your sister cuddling up to you on the couch while pretending to be scared of some movie. Next day she’s snapping at you again like nothing happened and you’re left half hard and confused. Anal, oral, groping in tight spaces, sneaky handjobs under tables, the game just stacks all the family-relationship shit until you’re not sure if this is still a “nice son returns home” story or a full-blown degeneration arc. And it somehow feels even worse when the sex gets tender for a second, like when mom kisses you slow, like a real lover, after you’ve already done the nastiest things together. You sit there, pants around your ankles, feeling like the most fucked up romantic idiot on the internet, and then you click “next scene” anyway.

College spits you back out, you drag your suitcase up the old familiar stairs, and the first thing that hits you is that weird mix of nostalgia and horny frustration. You’re supposed to be the “grown up” version of yourself now, but the house still smells like coffee, furniture polish and that floral perfume your grandma’s friend wears. She’s the one waiting inside. Not some generic landlady with rented room rules, but this older woman who clearly remembers you as “such a cute kid” and now can’t stop staring at the outline in your jeans when you stretch. The game leans hard into that shift, that strange moment where polite family-adjacent small talk slowly, painfully tilts into something that should probably be illegal in five different ways. It does not rush. It pokes at you. Constantly. Morning wood scenes, shower doors that never really close, “accidental” brushing of her tits against your back when she squeezes behind you in the tiny kitchen. You’re not being told “this is a porn game, go click sex.” You’re stuck in that half-realistic, half-fantasy zone where you creep around the hallway at night, phone screen low, pretending you’re going to the bathroom while you secretly hope to catch her bent over the washing machine again.

What hits hardest is how much of the actual play is just you existing in this cramped domestic space with people who all want something from you. Some want comfort, some want cock, some pretend they don’t want either. You spend a lot of time in small interactions: a hand on your thigh lingering just a bit too long during a movie, toes sliding up your calf under the table, a “help me with this zipper” that clearly doesn’t need help. One scene that stuck with me was when you’re on the couch with her, late, both tipsy, and she falls asleep half on your lap. Your hand ends up resting on her ass almost by accident. You can pull away like a good little boy, or you can let your fingers sink in a bit, feel that heavy warmth, smell her skin. If you push your luck she doesn’t jump, she sighs, like she’s been waiting for this exact mistake. It’s slow burn, but when it finally snaps, the game is not shy. You go from stolen glances to her on her knees, spit on your cock, mumbling how long she waited to taste you. There’s worship here, a lot of it. Your body is treated like a toy and a shrine at the same time: cock kissing, balls cradled, her laughing while she edges you with lazy strokes and then scolding you for almost cumming on her face without permission. At some point you realize half the house has their own angle on you, from the sweet virgin type who just wants cuddles and suddenly finds herself riding you until she squirts on your stomach, to the pushy one who uses your face like a seat and then pretends it never happened at breakfast. There is some goofy stuff too, like a cosplay night that starts as a silly joke and ends with you in handcuffs, her in a way-too-tight outfit, using a toy on herself while you’re forced to watch until she lets you join. The writing swings between affectionate and filthy in a way that feels messy, a bit clumsy, but honest. Sometimes the pacing drags and you’ll click through way too many “good morning” scenes for one butt squeeze, and a couple of side characters feel like they exist only to feed your dick without much personality. But then there is this tiny quiet moment where one of them curls up against your chest after a crazy group scene, tracing circles on your skin, whispering that she hopes you don’t leave again, and you realize the game is not only about fucking every hole in reach. It pretends to be just cheap smut, then throws in pregnancy talks, jealousy, cheating, a weirdly wholesome cuddle after you have her bent over the sink for anal. It’s messy, horny, a bit wrong, and strangely cozy in a way that will probably say something about your brain you didn’t want to know.