Angels Academy feels like someone smashed a horny dating sim into a theology class, spilled porn all over the syllabus, then said “yeah, this is fine” and opened the doors anyway. You play this bratty guy who got shipped off to a religious “last chance” island because he got caught jerking off, which already tells you the tone: no one here is really holy, they just pretend until their pants are off. The whole place is this weird mix of strict uniforms, old stone halls, stained glass, and girls with asses and tits that do not belong in a place that talks about purity. One moment you’re nodding along while some pious girl talks about virtue, the next you are watching her blush hard while you stare a little too long when the wind lifts her skirt. The story gives you space to either play the slightly decent guy who teases, flirts, learns how to talk to different beliefs, or the absolute bastard who blackmails, corrupts and turns every “angel” into something far from heaven. It is mostly clicking around the campus, spying where you should not, poking at every shiny icon like a horny raccoon, and then watching what kind of trouble your mouth and your hands can start.

The fun comes from how dirty the game is willing to go while still pretending it has “faith” in the background. There is this high you get when you pull a girl away from the group after some prayer session, close the door behind you, and she goes from “God is watching” to sliding to her knees with your cock in her mouth, drool on her chin, eyes up like she is worshiping something else now. Some scenes play from your eyes only, so when you shove a shy virgin against a locker and just start groping her ass through the skirt, you see her breathing quicken literally in front of you. Or when you push a proud, bossy girl to strip on a balcony where people might look up at any second, and she hates you for making her do it but still spreads her legs wider because you told her to. The tone jumps a lot: one route feels like romance with slow teasing and handjobs in quiet dorm rooms, another is pure humiliation, like forcing some religious honor student to masturbate for you while she whispers prayers that get more and more broken. You can fool around with all kinds of girls, different skin tones, different religions, different kinks, and the game happily lets you be a controlling prick who uses secrets and blackmail to build a harem that looks holy on paper and filthy from your bed. I wish the UI didn’t hide some scenes behind weird skill checks that look like a spreadsheet, but whatever, it still feels good when that one choice you made three clicks ago suddenly turns into a sloppy blowjob in a confession booth with the candles flickering and her faith falling apart on your dick.

Phoenix is supposed to be solving crimes, but in this thing he’s basically solving who gets to fuck who first. It still looks like an Ace Attorney game at a glance, with the courtroom flow and the stupidly dramatic zooms, but the mood is way filthier. One moment you’re shouting “Objection!” and pressing a witness, next moment you’re peeking at Maya on that creepy WE-TRACK-U gadget and she’s bent over somewhere she really shouldn’t be, tits bouncing while she “accidentally” drops something for the third time. It keeps this weird balance where you actually care about the case, and then you forget the case completely because someone’s getting slowly corrupted in the background and you’re too busy watching. The writing leans heavy into parody, it constantly pokes fun at the original series, but then it turns around and gives you scenes that feel way too hot to be a joke. Bluecorp 2 is doing shady stuff again, sure, but the real crime is how quickly half of the cast ends up naked or morally broken.

Story goes from goofy to kinda fucked up pretty fast, and that’s where the netorare thing shows up. You’re the male protag, but you’re also this helpless viewer sometimes, forced to watch your “ally” get dragged deeper into sleaze while you poke around in menus and evidence. There’s a sick little thrill when you check the tracker, see a new scene unlock, and realize Maya’s doing something she’ll never admit later. Sometimes she’s just teasing, sometimes she’s getting used by side characters you wanted to punch from the first moment they appeared. Big tits are everywhere, by the way, like the artist was physically allergic to small breasts. Every time a new girl shows up the game practically shoves her chest into frame first, then remembers to give her a face. The voyeur angle hits hard: cameras, peeping through doors, catching a corrupt “training session” in a place that was totally innocent in the original games. It’s sleazy on purpose, and the point & click parts encourage you to poke every stupid hotspot, because half of them end up triggering some lewd animation or a dirty line instead of something useful. Trading cards of the girls are just pure fanbrain candy, like a horny gacha without the gacha, and I hate that I cared enough to try and complete the set.

This thing looks at you like some horny multiverse Tinder that went off the rails. You start as this pretty average dude, nothing heroic, nothing super broken, just that familiar "why are all these famous cartoon girls in my life now" energy. And then suddenly you’re stuck clicking around rooms, messing with a weird cube, and Rias is standing there with her boobs basically breaking gravity and you’re still pretending you’re interested in the plot. We tried to, for like five minutes. Then she bent over and the conversation system honestly became background noise.

The whole vibe is like some fanfiction thread escaped from Reddit and someone turned it into a point and click. There’s no huge tutorial slapping your face, you just poke at stuff. One moment you are trying to figure out what this ancient being in the cube wants from you, next moment you’re in what looks like a cheap school corridor and Rias is "thanking" you with a sloppy blowjob that gets more detailed than it has any right to. Her tits are huge, obviously, but they actually use that in scenes, not just as decoration. She presses them against you when you choose some dumb dialogue option and somehow it feels like the game is laughing at you while still making you hard. Then suddenly you’re with Raven, and she has that deadpan "I hate everything" look while you’re corrupting her bit by bit, talking her into small things first, like a kiss, a little groping, until she’s kneeling and the game quietly slides into full-on throat fucking with her mascara almost ruined. It looks wrong in a hot way, like you caught a wholesome Cartoon Network show sneaking off behind the gym to suck dick.

The AI art is kinda obvious sometimes. You can see fingers going weird in one CG, and Gwen’s nose changes shape between scenes like she’s got three different plastic surgeons on payroll. But then there’s this one moment with Starfire riding you, all orange skin and messy hair, and her face is half pure love and half cock-drunk, and suddenly the AI thing stops mattering. Animations are not crazy smooth, but that almost works, it reminds us of those old flash hentai games on Newgrounds you’d play in a hidden browser window at school. You click the wrong thing sometimes and trigger a repeat line or a half-broken transition, and it’s a bit annoying, but then Gwen is pushing your head between her thighs in some Total Drama crossover nonsense and complaining about how "this better improve my rating", and the scene just lands. Dialog is weird: sometimes actually funny, sometimes cringe as hell, especially when it tries to be deep about romance, like, nobody is here to think about emotions while Rias is spitting cum back on your shaft. But that contrast, this half-serious "save the ancient being" quest wrapped around corrupted waifus from your teen years, kind of sticks in your brain. We kept clicking, not really sure if we care about the cube, just wanting to see how far the game will drag each girl from cute to ruined, and honestly it goes pretty far.

This one starts like some quiet, nerdy space office drama and then suddenly you’re deep in this fucked up future where feelings are illegal, everyone talks like a robot on meds, and you’re the only guy in the room who actually wants to touch someone instead of just optimizing them. You’re this engineer who’s obsessed with clean numbers and perfect systems, and the game really sells that at first. Everything is cold metal, white light, perfect symmetry, your point of view just gliding from panel to panel like you’re inspecting a machine instead of a city. Then you meet her. And yeah, the way they do that first encounter surprised me a bit. It’s not “oh no I tripped and fell on your tits” bullshit. It’s small stuff: a quiet look that lingers half a second too long, a soft laugh that sounds almost illegal in that place. You feel the main guy glitch inside his own head. The text actually slows down there. Suddenly his perfect routine is fucked because now he knows someone else is faking it too.

Sex takes a while to show up and honestly I liked that. When it finally hits, it hits pretty hard. There’s this scene where you’re alone with her in this maintenance corridor, all humming cables and soft blue light, and she leans in way too close to “check a sensor” on your suit. Camera tightens, your POV right at her lips. Her mouth barely moves but you can tell she’s terrified and turned on at same time. When she finally goes down on you, it’s not some porn stunt. It starts slow, almost clumsy, like she’s never been allowed to just take her time sucking a cock. The animation works well there, especially the little throat movements and the way her eyes keep darting to the side like she expects security to burst in. It’s hot because it’s risky, not just because she’s got huge tits and a fat ass pressed against the wall. Later there’s a sex scene in her apartment that really sold me on the whole “forbidden feelings” thing. You’re inside her, riding this slow rhythm, and outside the window you can see that clinically perfect city, all straight lines and dead light, and she’s clinging to you like you’re the only real thing on that whole fucking planet. She wraps her legs around you, big breasts pressed against your chest, and she keeps whispering “don’t stop thinking, don’t stop feeling” like it’s some kind of anti-government spell. Corny as hell, but it works in context. You’ll know what I mean when you see how she looks at you right after you cum in her. There’s so much going on in that one look you kinda forget you’re still buried in her pussy.

It’s technically a kinetic story, so yeah, no choices, no grinding stats, none of that “if you picked the blue dialog box you get anal” nonsense. Weirdly, I didn’t miss it here. You just click through and let it happen, which fits this world where everyone’s path is “assigned” from birth. Sometimes that annoyed me, like in this one scene where you’re clearly screaming inside your head “kiss her, you idiot” and the script just makes him walk away, but at the same time that frustration actually matches who he is. Cold, controlled, scared of his own dick and his own heart. The romance parts are softer than I expected for a porn game. There’s a quiet moment where she’s lying on your chest after sex, naked except for this stupid regulation collar that tracks her vitals, and instead of going for round two you just… talk. About stupid things like favorite sounds, or what it feels like to dream, stuff nobody in that world is supposed to care about. I was low-key more turned on by that than some of the pure porn bits. Not saying everything works. Some lines sound like they were written by a very horny philosopher, and there’s one transition where it cuts from intense blowjob to sterile office briefing so fast it feels like your dick just alt-tabbed. Also the UI has this tiny little notification icon in the corner that pops in the middle of a deep kiss, and now I hate that icon more than the “are you still watching” message on Netflix. But anyway, if you like the mix of clinical sci-fi setting, big soft bodies, and sex that actually feels like rebellion instead of a minigame, this one does that vibe pretty well, even when it stumbles all over its own seriousness. The game kind of wants to be both porn and poetry, and sometimes it fails at both, but when it clicks, it’s that nice dirty-sweet zone where you’re jerking off and suddenly also wondering what it would be like if your feelings were literally illegal. Odd combination, but it stuck in my head.

Streamer Crush feels like someone turned that bad habit of lurking in horny Twitch chats into a full-time job where your cock gets a say in HR decisions. You’re not the hot one on camera, you’re the moderator hiding behind a goofy username, pretending to care about spam filters while you’re really thinking “how do I make this girl moan my name instead of thanking subs.” It starts pretty innocent: you sit in the chat, click away idiots, let the thirsty comments slide if they help the mood, juggle little minigames that pop up when the stream gets busy. You’re watching the view count go up, her smile change, the way she leans a bit closer to the camera when the vibe is right. That’s actually where it got me. Not the sex at first. The slow shit. The way one of the girls stops using “chat” and suddenly uses your mod name like it’s private, even if thousands are watching.

The game leans a lot into that fantasy that every lonely guy in a Pornhub comment section secretly has: “if I was her mod, she’d actually notice me.” You pick scenes, you choose which comments to boost, you try to keep trolls from ruining a stream while also letting some dirty stuff pass because you just want to see how far she goes. Sometimes you’re trying to keep her focused on the puzzle or whatever she’s “officially” streaming, sometimes you’re absolutely encouraging the chat to spam her with “try that toy again” so she reaches for that little vibrator you both know is off-screen. Then it’s not off-screen. The camera angle gets more personal, her tits fill half the view, there’s this one POV-style event where it feels like she moved the cam just for you and she’s sucking on a dildo like it’s your cock while reading the messages you chose. She chokes a bit, eyes watering, then gives that stupid ahegao face that would piss me off in anime, yet here it somehow makes my dick harder. I hate that. I also love that.

Where it gets interesting is how the “romance” quietly sneaks in between all the cumbrain stuff. You’re chasing better dates, better scenes, making choices that push one streamer closer while another one starts giving you colder replies, less heart emojis, more “thanks for the help, mod” like you’re just staff again. There’s this moment when one girl sends you a private pic that’s not even that explicit, just her on a couch in normal clothes, no bra, nipples kinda visible through the shirt, and it hits harder than the full-on creampie animations you unlock later. Maybe because in the public stream she’s all big tits and bouncing ass on camera, toys in her pussy, moaning loud for donations, bending over so you can see the wet line between her cheeks, and then in DMs she just types like a half-tired human: “did I do ok?” You know it’s a game. You still sit there, staring, overthinking which reply raises her relationship bar without sounding like a simp. Meanwhile, some tiny details will annoy the shit out of you for no reason, like the way one of the button sounds is just a bit too sharp or the same chat emote appears three times in a row and your brain latches onto that nonsense while she’s literally riding a dildo on screen. You’re juggling sex toys, ban hammers, puzzle bits and fake internet clout, and somewhere in there the game tricks you into feeling weirdly responsible for a fictional girl’s orgasm and her career at the same time. It’s messy, horny, a bit pathetic, a bit too real. Which is exactly why I kept clicking.

High Street on a Friday night feels like that horny fever dream you get after scrolling too much Reddit and forgetting to clear your history. CineRush is just a tiny cinema, but the game treats it like a messy little porn sandbox where everyone’s half working, half flirting, half pretending this is still about movies. You play the dude who somehow has keys to all the drama and all the panties, and yeah, you’re technically “on shift”, but we both know you’re here to click on every girl and see what happens when they think nobody’s watching. The air is full of popcorn, sweat, and bad decisions. It’s nice.

Becky is supposed to be your safe option, the long-term girlfriend, the “we know all the regulars by name” type. She’s got that clingy loyal vibe, like a tab that’s been open in Chrome for six months. She pretends she’s cool with everything, but the game keeps letting you push that line a bit more. You’re chatting up Lily behind the counter, Lily leans a little too close, laughs at your shit jokes, brushes your hand while pretending to pass tickets, and you just watch Becky’s face freeze for a second before she looks away. Tiny stuff like that hits harder than a straight-up sex scene. Then later you’re cleaning the hallway and suddenly Lily’s shifting her skirt in the security camera blind spot, teasing you like she knows you’ve already mentally railed her over the popcorn machine. And no one says “hey, this is a moral choice”, the game just lets it hang there. Ugly in a good way.

Chloe and Ella are the chaos pair. Chloe is the fixer, the one who “just wants everyone to get along” while low-key pushing you into risky shit. She’s the type to dare you to sneak into an empty screen with Becky, then conveniently send Lily in with a fake “manager needs you” excuse, letting your dick write the plot. Ella doesn’t even pretend to be subtle. She’ll bend over in the aisle while “picking up trash”, flash you just long enough that you panic-click the wrong thing like an idiot and miss the better path. One second you’re just taking tickets, next second Ella is asking how far you’ve gone with Becky, then suggesting you “test the seats in the back row” with her instead because, hey, research. The game loves these tiny point and click spots where you go “if I click this poster, is it just flavor text or does someone end up stripping behind it”. Half the time it’s just some dumb joke, half the time you stumble into a scene where the lights flick off mid-movie and someone’s hand lands on your crotch while the audience pretends not to notice. It’s horny cinema-staff roleplay mixed with party energy, teasing just long enough to make you swear at the screen when an auto-trigger interrupts a strip tease you worked like four decisions to line up. I still hate that one empty popcorn bucket in the lobby that looks clickable but does absolutely nothing. I kept poking it for way too long like a clown.

Foggy forest, quiet as hell, and you’re lost with a hard-on you don’t want to admit you have. That’s pretty much the mood here. The trees feel wrong in that fairy-tale way, like they’re watching, but not in a horror movie thing, more like they’re just waiting for you to do something stupid and horny. Then this witch shows up, and she doesn’t look like the usual “I cast fireball” witch. She’s got that lazy smile that says she already knows what you’re going to click, and she smells like a toy store mixed with a bath bomb shop. Latex, sugar, soap, that weird clean-but-not-innocent vibe. The game doesn’t rush to shout what you’re in for, but yeah, if you’re into inflatables and transformation and that floaty, rubbery ownership of a body that stops being flesh and turns into a damn balloon, it hits that itch pretty directly.

The cool part is how low-key everything starts. It’s just you poking around her little forest corner, clicking stuff, poking at bottles, weird trinkets, that sort of thing. Half of it feels like background junk until you notice something reacts if you try again, or if you did another scene before. There was this moment where I accidentally triggered a change too early, and my character’s body started filling out, tight and squeaky, and I actually paused, staring at my screen like, “ok, I did not expect it to jump to that this fast.” The game is short, yeah, but it doesn’t waste your kinks. The inflation is not just “you get bigger.” It’s that slow, pressurised feeling in the text and art, the witch teasing you, almost casual about turning your body into her private float, testing how much air or magic you can hold. She treats the whole thing like a cozy craft project, while you’re the one struggling with how round you’re getting. It’s a weird mix of mystery and fetish, and I like that it doesn’t apologize for it even once. You’re not playing a hero, you’re playing a future decoration, and she knows it way before you do.

The forest itself is small, but it feels like one of those “hidden room” games where there’s always one last strange item you haven’t clicked in the right order. I spent way too long clicking the same damn stump because I was convinced it had a secret, and honestly I’m still annoyed it didn’t. But while I was being stubborn, I kept noticing little reactions: the witch’s comments changing, the way she hints at other “guests” she inflated before, maybe still around, maybe not in the shape you expect. There’s magic everywhere, but it’s that squishy, rubber-magic. You’re not slinging spells; you’re more like the spell result. A toy, a trophy, an experiment. The furry angle sneaks in too, with those hints that your body isn’t only filling with air, it’s shifting into something cutesy, animal-ish, then more object than creature. Ears, tail, then plastic sheen, then hollow. It’s honestly hot as hell if you’re into losing control and becoming a thing instead of a person. And the best part, or the worst, depending on your brain, is that the witch never seems cruel. She’s playful, almost seasonal, like some twisted holiday hostess inviting you to become part of the decorations, tucked between the trees, gleaming under moonlight, filled tight and waiting. You kind of know from the beginning this forest is not a place you walk out of on your own feet. You’re rolling, floating, squeaking your way out, if you leave at all.

Memory comes back to you like a drunk kiss in a dark alley: rough, confusing, kind of hot, kind of scary. You wake up in this ugly-beautiful world that smells of steel, sweat and wet soil, and the first thing you see is her. Big soft tits leaning over you, hair falling like a curtain, lips moving, voice low, asking your name while you’re still staring down her cleavage instead of answering. The game doesn’t rush, it just lets you sit there in that POV angle, eyes level with her neckline, while she talks about war and kingdoms and you’re thinking about everything except politics. It feels dirty in a slow way, like fingers sliding under a shirt when no one is in a hurry. Then suddenly you’re walking through a camp where men scream and banners burn, and the same woman acts like nothing happened, like she didn’t just wake you by practically smothering you with her chest. That little emotional whiplash is half of the charm here. Or half of the problem. Hard to say.

What surprised me is how often your dick has to wait while your brain does some work. You click around in this point and click wandering, poking at tents, broken carts, blood stains, talking to people who all want something. Then the game throws you into turn based combat out of nowhere, and for a moment you almost forget there is sex at all, until after you win and she thanks you with her mouth in a quiet corner, on her knees, your view locked right in POV as her lips stretch around you. There’s this scene where you finish a dungeon, half dead, armor cracked, and the other love interest, colder, sharper, with that perfect body that looks like it was made to be pressed against a stone wall, just grabs you by the collar and drags you into a ruined chapel. She talks about strategies and sides in the war while stroking you lazily with her hand, like it’s nothing, like you’re just another weapon she oils before a battle. I hated how sometimes the teasing goes on too long, how the game lets you wander three screens clicking empty barrels instead of pushing you back into her arms, but then that slow pace makes it hotter when it finally breaks and she drops to all fours, back arched, tits swinging while you pound her from behind as if the whole world outside is burning. Which it kind of is, with all that graphic violence splattered around, heads split, bodies on spikes, and then suddenly you’re in a tent with soft candlelight, her lips shiny with spit and your cum, talking about who you should support in this stupid war like it’s pillow talk.

I liked that the male protagonist is not some mute wall of muscles, he throws small comments, gets confused, sometimes sounds like a horny idiot who pretends he cares more about honor than about getting his dick sucked, and that feels very real. I had this one moment where I chose to help some poor bastard on the roadside, and it turned into a bloody mess, cut throats, dark magic, and afterward one of the girls looked at me like I was her personal hero, slid under my cloak and started slow oral right there behind a broken wagon, while the sky glowed red from burning villages. It aroused me and also annoyed me because the controls in that scene felt fiddly, like the cursor just refused to land where I wanted, and I kept thinking about that instead of focusing on the way her tongue moved. But then she looked up with cum on her lips and laughed, and I forgot my little complaints for a while. The world feels heavy, any step might drag you into another fight, another dungeon, another choice about who lives, who dies, who gets to ride your cock in a dirty cave with echoes of moans mixing with screams from somewhere far away. It all tastes like metal and sex, like sweat on bare skin under armor, like being torn between going home or staying just one more night in this cursed place because you want to see her on top again, tits bouncing in rhythm with the turn based beating of your enemies outside the tent. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

This thing feels like someone grabbed the filthiest route from a bigger game, ripped it out, and just said “ok, this is the whole story now.” You’re dropped into Alena’s school life where she’s basically the official toy for every horny girl on campus, and it never even pretends to be fair or nice to her. She’s the “good girl” type at the start, shy and sporty at the same time, then every click pushes her deeper into this mess of uniforms getting pulled aside, panties shoved down, and way too many curious hands. It’s not some slow, romantic corruption either; it’s that “you’re already fucked, you just haven’t realized how much” style. First five minutes I went from “oh, poor Alena” to “ok yeah, she kinda looks hot with that tear streak and drool on her chin” without even noticing when my brain flipped.

The school setting is used in that dirty-fantasy way: empty locker rooms that are never actually empty, back corners of the gym where everyone somehow hears everything, classrooms where the door is fake privacy and half the girls outside probably know exactly what’s going on inside. There’s one scene where they make her keep her sport uniform on, just push the shorts aside and pull the top up, and it hits way harder than full nudity. She’s being ordered to bend over the equipment like she’s still just doing training, except instead of a coach yelling about stretching it’s a smug classmate smacking her ass until it turns red and then stuffing something inside her because apparently fingers weren’t enough. I liked how the game pretends you have “management” over her schedule and choices, but in reality the options are mostly like: “do you get used in the locker room or do you get used in the hallway where someone might walk past and laugh.” The illusion of control fits the humiliation vibe too well, to the point it actually annoyed me, but in a way that kinda works for the kink.

The animated scenes are where it really lives. They’re not super fancy, but the movement is just enough that when she’s on her knees, mouth full and eyes rolled up, you can watch that little jerk of her head when the girl in front of her grabs her hair and just jams it deeper. One angle shows her face going from scared to that stupid ahegao look, tongue out and everything, while another angle focuses on how far the toy or dick or whatever is actually inside. Sometimes they make her use toys on herself in public spots, like sitting her on some vibrating thing in the gym while other girls pretend everything is normal, then someone quietly flips the intensity up while asking her questions so she has to answer while her body is freaking out. There’s also this brutal bit where she’s pinned between two girls, one using her mouth, one taking her from behind, and they play it like a “test” she has to pass, spanking her whenever she slows down. It pretends to have different endings and “paths” depending on what you click, but honestly the real difference is whether she ends up kind of owning her role as the school’s dirty mascot or just staying this broken little toy that everyone keeps for their own fun. Either way, it’s girl-on-girl bullying that turned into full-on public use circus, and if that’s the headspace you’re into, this thing doesn’t really give you a way out. In a good way. Or a terrible way. Hard to tell.