Last night I boot this thing up thinking, ok, one last jerk before YGGDRASIL dies, log off, go sleep. Instead the whole vibe goes full “what if your porn game suddenly took you serious”. You’re in Nazarick, sure, but it’s not just click scene, jerk, done. The NPC girls actually look at you like you’re a real bastard who walked into their story at the worst possible time. Enri asking you why your hands are shaking while you’re trying to act all cool, Albedo leaning over your shoulder way too close while you poke around menus that shouldn’t even exist anymore. It feels like when Chrome freezes on a hentai tab and suddenly you see your own reflection on the black screen. That kind of tiny shame but also “yeah ok I’m into this now”.

What got me was how the harem stuff doesn’t feel like a checklist. Albedo is still obsessed with you, but the game really lets you be a perv about it. You can push her into this “perfect wife but with breeding brainrot” angle, going for raw vaginal all the time, watching her panic when you don’t pull out, talking pregnancy like it’s just another buff. Then you slide over to Shalltear and she’s a whole different kind of crazy, like the devs asked “how horny can one vampire be before it breaks the engine” and then did not stop in time. I had this scene where she made me finish inside her on purpose in front of a mirror, then licked it off her thighs while complaining I didn’t push her hard enough. Next minute I’m in the same save file drinking tea with Evileye like some awkward virgin who only knows sex from porn. No smooth transition, just emotional whiplash in the best way.

The monster girl stuff is where it gets weird-good. Entoma and Solution are not “oh look cute bug/maid, press F to fuck”. Solution basically treats your dick like a thing to store in her body like any other item, calm as if she’s sorting inventory, and that was way hotter than I expected. Entoma’s voice vs face vs body combo messes with your brain, and the first time she asks if she can “keep some” of what you shoot in her, I just sat there like, excuse me what. Kyouhukou exists, I will say only that, and if you go down that tunnel you do it on your own risk. Interracial hits different here because it’s not just human and dark skin, it’s you and literally inhuman girls trying to understand why you get off from using them like this. At one point I had Lupusregina riding me raw in a storage room while Mare walked in and pretended he didn’t see anything, and the game lets that awkward silence breathe just long enough to make you feel like a total creep, then rewards you with another creampie option like it’s nothing. The sandbox part is janky as hell sometimes, you can wander around doing random prostitution gigs for cash you absolutely don’t need, but that messy structure kind of fits. Feels like being stuck in a dying MMO that decided it wants to be your porn-filled second life instead. You think you’ll just log out after one quick masturbation session, and the game quietly goes, “No you won’t, slut”, and you listen.

AlwaysFan feels like someone smashed together a horny fanfic Discord server, a crime drama from Netflix, and that one horny Bayonetta cosplay thread on Reddit that got deleted too fast. You play as this guy, Chris, but you can rename him to something stupid if you want, and he is basically broke, lost, and surrounded by girls who are somehow even more messed up than him but also soft as fuck when they want. The main one, Emilie, is this pale albino girl with milk-white skin and red eyes that look kinda fragile and dangerous at same time. She looks like she escaped from a Genshin Impact mod, then got dragged into a criminal city full of pervs and creeps. On the surface it is “romance,” but it turns into corruption so quick if you push it. Like one moment you’re just comforting her in some shitty little room, next moment you are touching her thighs and asking her to do things that would get you banned on Twitch in one second. The game lets you push, pull, tease, back off, or just go full unhinged and treat everyone like they’re just bodies to rent out. And the funny thing, it never really tells you you’re wrong. It just lets you sit in it.

What I liked most is how the scenes escalate when you choose the uglier options. There is this whole prostitution path where you go from “we need money” to “ok so she is literally wearing a cheap cosplay wig pretending to be an off-brand blonde pirate girl for some old bastard” and it somehow feels logical inside this dirty universe. It plays with parody stuff too, like girls dressing as fake Naruto kunoichi, a weird titan fetish client who wants “giantess roleplay” in an alley, and some Bayonetta-style leather cosplay with glasses and guns that are not actually loaded because budget. The sex itself is not shy at all. You get groping in public, handjobs under the table, messy blowjobs in backrooms, group scenes where everyone pretends they still have feelings after they cum, and even lactation scenes if you build certain girls into that kind of broken little doll who only feels useful when she is dripping. Those CGs hit different, because the game is not polished clean; some angles are slightly awkward, eyes a bit off, but it makes the scenes feel like stolen porn screenshots instead of corporate hentai. Sometimes boobs are too big, like weirdly big, and I hate it, but after ten minutes I was zooming in on areolas like a degenerate anyway. Choices actually matter too, in that slow “oh shit I ruined her whole life three hours ago” way, especially when you choose between being her protector or the guy who sells her body and still calls it love. It’s fucked up, sweet for one second, then fucked up again, like watching a One Piece filler episode that suddenly turns into underground sex work. You stumble into moments where you’re half-crying with a girl about parents and trauma, then the next click she is on her knees with cum on her pale skin, and you realize the game never promised to be fair. It just asked how far you are willing to go.

Pale Carnations feels like someone took a very proper medical student, stripped out his sense of safety, then tossed him face first into the kind of club you normally only see mentioned in Telegram chats that vanish after a week. You start as this uptight guy who really believes he’s still on a straight path, and then your old friend drags you into the Carnation Club, which is basically a brothel pretending to be an art space. The game doesn’t even try to warm you up slowly. One minute you’re talking about exams, the next you’re standing in a “performance hall” where three women are being judged like twisted idols for how well they take pain, shame and a whole lot of cum. The first night, when you have to guide one of the girls through a show, pushed to choose between making it romantic, cruel, or just filthy efficient, that’s where it clicked for me. This isn’t just porn with clicks. It’s about how far you’re willing to go when everyone keeps telling you it’s normal to choke a girl on stage while rich assholes clap in the dark.

The sound in this thing really surprised me. Not “triple A” surprised, more like “why does this muffled moan in the background feel more real than the entire Spotify sexy playlist I’ve got”. There’s this scene where you’re backstage with an older woman who clearly knows the club better than you ever will. She presses your hand to her ass while she quietly instructs you how to handle your “performer”, her voice soft but absolutely in control, and in the distance you hear the audience roar when someone gets spanked hard enough to cry. The track underneath is this slow, slightly dirty lounge loop, a bit off tempo, almost cheap, but it fits so well that I ended up replaying that scene just to hear the way her breathing synced with the bass line. Then later the game swaps to this almost tender piano piece while you’re literally arranging who gets groped on stage and who gets humiliated in private. I liked that a lot. Or maybe I didn’t. It made it harder to pretend this is just mindless fap material when the music keeps whispering “you’re kind of a bastard for choosing the harsher option, you know?” and then rewards you with the wettest, messiest creampie CG three clicks later. The game loves that contrast. Romance on the surface, anal and public bukkake in the back room, ahegao faces in full view while the MC still tells himself he’s a good guy. It’s not subtle, and it’s not trying to be. There’s cheating, masturbation breaks that feel a bit too honest, toys pulled out at the worst possible time, and a lot of rich people treating human bodies like decoration. I wish the little clicking sound on some menu wasn’t so loud, actually, it annoyed me from the start and I kept meaning to change it, then got distracted every single time some milf in heels called me “doctor” and bent over a piece of BDSM furniture like it was a confession booth. Anyway, the club keeps going, the performances get rougher, and your choices keep twisting the knife, mostly in you.

Truck-kun strikes again and this poor shut-in kid wakes up in what feels like some horny MMO server that forgot to implement shame. The start is kind of funny, he’s just confused, staring at this fantasy city where every alley smells like sex and magic, and you can almost hear the goddess going “yeah, you’ll figure it out, good luck, idiot.” I went in thinking classic loser-isekai with big boobs slapped on top, but it actually leans hard into that “you are prey here” feeling. First time you wander near the red light area and see a fluffy fox girl arguing with a slime prostitute about who stole whose client, it hits you this place runs on lust as normal currency. The voyeur stuff kicks in fast too: there’s a scene where you peek through shuttered windows and catch a centaur girl milking a cow-girl, swapping buckets, both laughing, and you can just keep watching them get more handsy while the MC gets painfully hard and does nothing about it. Or you can interrupt like a creep and change the whole vibe. Totally didn’t reload that twice. Nope.

What surprised me is how the game keeps throwing you into situations where your dick is negotiating with your sense of self. The succubus you chase at the beginning feels like “main heroine” at first, she’s all teasing smiles and fake kindness, but later you realize she is farming you like a battery. The first time she pins you down, riding you while tentacles hold your wrists and ankles, dripping some glowing stuff on your chest that slowly changes your body, it’s hot and really unpleasant at the same time. There’s this detail where she makes you drink from her, and you see your own chest twitch like it wants to grow, then stops. It’s such a tiny thing, but it sells that you are one wrong choice away from full transformation. Then later a cow-horned brothel madam offers you a “job” where you can either fuck clients or be fucked by them, including some very pushy monster girls who pay extra to drain you dry. The prostitution angle is weirdly casual: NPCs talk about it like normal work, while you’re standing there half-naked in a collar, wondering why the hell this contract asks if you are okay with lactation scenes. There’s a repeatable event where a spider girl uses you as her personal toy, dangling you over a nest and milking you into jars, and the game treats it like just another shift. It’s messed up. I loved it. I hated it. I kept coming back to try different paths like some degenerate speedrunner, all while listening to old YMCK tracks in another tab and thinking, yeah, this is absolutely not how my childhood idea of “fantasy world” looked.

Clara’s “Love Hotel” feels like the place your horny brain built when you were fifteen and your wallet was already imagining sugar daddies. It’s not some classy high-society escort fantasy. It’s cheap perfume, sticky elevator buttons, and girls who still check their phone between clients. You follow a teen girl getting sucked into Clara’s world, going from “I’m just looking for some extra cash” to happily spreading her legs for whatever rich pervert books the suite. The whole thing plays like a kinetic visual novel where you’re mostly there to watch her brain rewire itself around money, cock, and control, with Clara pulling strings and smiling like a sexy devil in a tight dress. The story doesn’t rush. First it’s teasing and striptease in those themed rooms, girls grinding slowly while the client watches like a creep through tinted glass, then the jobs start getting nastier: anal for an extra wad of bills, creampies that drip out while Clara counts the cash, toys shoved in to keep the girl “ready” for the next guy. You barely make a choice, you just sit there like a voyeur, and somehow that fits the whole hotel vibe perfectly.

One moment that stuck in my head had the main girl lying on silk sheets while an older woman, a full-on milf type with that rich cougar aura, just toys with her for a client hidden behind the curtain. She whispers to the teen how she’s nothing but a fucktoy now, fingers deep, thumb circling her clit, and the hotel’s camera quietly recording every twitch for “private archives.” The girl pretends to be shy at first, but the game doesn’t keep that illusion long. By the time Clara pairs her with a calm, serious dilf businessman, she’s already the one pushing his cock inside, asking if he wants to finish in her ass or her pussy because “Clara gives bonuses for messy endings.” There’s a fun little moment where two lesbians working the same floor sneak into an empty room between clients, toys buzzing, tongue on tongue, and you realize they’re half doing it for pleasure and half to warm up before the next paying guest. The corruption doesn’t feel cartoonish, more like a slow slide where you watch the girl go from flinching at her first blowjob to riding a stranger like it’s just a normal shift. Some scenes lean more romantic, weirdly enough, especially when a regular client starts bringing gifts and treating her like his personal escort, and the game kind of pretends there’s “love” in a place that operates like a brothel. It’s messy, horny, sometimes sweet, sometimes nasty, and it never apologizes for treating every girl in that hotel as both employee and property, legs open on demand while Clara counts the profits with that lazy, satisfied smile.

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

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

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

Stellar Dream feels like someone mashed a horny space opera with a messy dating sim and then just let it ferment. You’re the guy stuck on this huge colony ship in the middle of nowhere, supposed to be the responsible scout wrangler, but it takes about ten minutes before “mission” turns into “how many people on this ship want to use me as a toy.” In a good way. Mostly. The tone jumps from sci-fi mystery to “oops I just got a handjob in a corridor” so fast it almost feels like old-school Ren’Py stuff people passed around on shady forums. One minute you’re in a briefing talking about lost scouting parties and damaged comms, next minute your commanding officer with Milf Energy is leaning way too close, tits almost spilling out, asking why your discipline stats are higher than your charm. You try to focus on the quest log, then she quietly locks the door and pushes you into the chair and suddenly the mission is her riding you until her stockings are a mess. Of course that’s the “serious professional” route. The casual one is worse.

What really got me is how the ship starts feeling like a floating red-light district without ever actually saying it out loud. You walk into the mess hall “by accident” at the wrong rotation and it’s not just food they’re trading; some crew basically turns prostitution into a side hustle, and your stats decide if you end up paying, being paid, or getting blackmailed into free service. There’s this one scene where a big ass alien milf in a tight uniform you barely earned trust with tells you she “studied human mating rituals” and halfway through oral she just stops to ask if groping is considered a greeting on Earth. I laughed so hard my Spotify playlist looped the same track three times, but I still clicked “Yes, sure, totally normal.” The corruption stuff creeps up on you. At first you’re trying to be a noble hero, pick the “romance” options in dialogues, go for cute kisses and normal vaginal sex, and two in-game days later you’re casually asking a futa officer from engineering if she can help you “relax” before a landing because her cock bulge has been distracting you for three scenes straight. I wish they’d tone down the stat grinding, but they won’t and honestly I still kept chasing that one scene where the prim science milf pretends she hates you, then pins you to the lab table, spits on your dick and jerks you off while lecturing you on alien DNA. There is a creampie ending with her that feels almost too romantic, considering five minutes before she threatened to throw you in an airlock. And yeah, the incest subplot sneaks in like a bad idea on Telegram at midnight: you swear you’re not going to touch it, then your “close relative” shows up in a tight suit, calls you by that nickname only old fans of the dev’s previous games will recognize, hugs you a bit too long, and suddenly your moral compass goes out the window. The animation is simple but nasty in the right way, tits bouncing, drool strings during oral, cum dripping out lazily after you pull out. There’s this titfuck scene where the camera just stays too long on the slow glide of her big soft breasts around your shaft, and you forget the whole “save the scouts, secure a planet” thing exists at all. Anyway, I still don’t know why the inventory has that one useless item that never does anything and it annoys me every time I see it sitting there, but whatever. Space is horny, people are worse, and this ship is absolutely not fit for respectable colonization.

City is fucked, virus hit, and suddenly this quiet nobody from the council wakes up with “congrats, you’re the mayor now, everyone else is dead or gone.” That’s pretty much the whole vibe. No fancy hero intro, you just walk out into streets that feel half-abandoned, half-hungry, and every girl you meet is either scared of you, wants something from you, or ends up on her knees because the new laws say so. Power here is not metaphor, it’s literally “sign a paper and that shy nurse is now legally required to spread her legs for public morale.” The game leans very hard into that fantasy where your word is the only rule that matters, and every scene is built around that: city hall office sex with the blinds wide open, turning a rescue shelter into your private harem base, using “health checkups” as excuse to bend a trembling secretary over your desk and fuck her raw while she tries to still call you “Mr. Mayor” without choking on your cock. It plays like a corruption sandbox, but the corruption is half on them and half on you, because early on you may actually try to be nice and then the game keeps tempting you with easy shortcuts like “legalized prostitution as economic stimulus” and suddenly you are running a citywide brothel network with branded uniforms.

What really hooked me was how casual the mind control and paranormal stuff creeps in. At first it’s legal pressure and fear. Then you unlock these weird powers after a shady lab scene, and now you can just touch a girl’s forehead and flip a switch inside her, turn a proud cop into a cock-hungry slave who still wears her badge while you make her suck you off in a dark alley, knowing patrol cams are catching every second because you ordered surveillance to stay online “for safety reasons.” The more you abuse it, the more the girls change, not just dialogue, but their whole attitude. That quiet librarian who used to flinch when you mentioned public punishment? Later she’s volunteering to get chained naked in the square, dripping while the crowd watches and you decide if she gets her first anal pounding there in front of everyone or in your private room with her mouth full and her ass already lubed from your last creampie. There’s group scenes where your personal harem kneels in a line and you just walk along, using them one by one, some trying to impress you with deepthroat, others begging for cum inside because in this broken city, being pregnant with the mayor’s kid is basically a golden ticket. It’s filthy, unpolished in a way that actually fits the setting, and yeah, sometimes the game trips over its own ambition, like a choice menu that promises moral dilemma but really only asks if you want to fuck her in the ass first or keep her pussy untouched for later. Still, when I was signing a “public morale decree” while some big-titted ex-councilwoman rode my dick on the mayoral throne, moaning that she used to be your boss and now she’s your slave, it felt exactly like the kind of wrong, nasty fantasy this sort of game is supposed to be.

Everyone at this college looks normal on Instagram, but the place feels like Silent Hill decided to fuck a telenovela. You start as Lana, this “good girl” honor student who smiles too much and clearly has no idea what kind of meat grinder she is walking into. On the surface it is all lectures, clubs, cute study spots, and teachers trying to look cool with their little glasses. Underneath that, it is blackmail, corruption and people trading bodies for favors in hallways that finally make sense when you notice the security cameras tilt a little too slow. The game lets you feel her first slip. One moment she is just staying late in the library, next moment you are forced to watch through a cracked door while a classmate gives a blowjob to a teacher to raise her grade. The camera angle sits right on the spit shining on his dick, and Lana is stuck clutching the wall, thighs pressed together, horrified and turned on at same time. I kinda hated how much I liked that scene.

It is not only “watch and gasp” though. Bit by bit the game pushes Lana from voyeur to toy. A former cop runs half the campus from the shadows, turning students into little sex workers who pretend they are just helping with “private tutoring”. When he corners Lana, he does not start with full-on ***. He makes her do small things that feel forgivable. First time, he orders her to strip in an empty classroom for “security search”. Bra off, panties to the ankles, his gloved hands slipping between her legs while she tries to keep her voice quiet because there is an actual lecture going on in the next room. You get dialogue choices, but either way he has her on the desk, spanking her ass until it goes red and wet at the same time. Later, he has her giving handjobs in the back of his car to some big black gangster while he records everything on his phone. Lana cries, but she still swallows when she is told to, and that mix of humiliation and obedience is the whole drug of the story. One run I tried to keep her “pure” and it still ended with her kneeling in a bathroom stall, covered in bukkake from three guys who lock the door, with her phone buzzing in her bag because another girl is asking on Telegram where she is. The game loves that contrast: cute outfits, soft faces, then sudden anal on a cold metal desk, or a lesbian scene where the “comforting” roommate turns out to be working for the kingpin and fingers Lana until she squirts, just to capture her moans as blackmail. Sometimes you switch to other characters too, a male student who plays detective and also fucks half the cast while pretending he is helping, a mysterious watcher who enjoys the voyeurism like a Twitch mod with way too much power. Sex toys appear out of nowhere in a “psychology experiment”, a teacher uses a ruler to spread Lana’s pussy lips during “body language class”, and one of the nastiest scenes for me was in the girls’ bathroom where she is forced to pee on the floor in front of two bullies, then lick a boot clean while one of them grinds her big tits and calls her slave. The game acts like it is a mystery, and yeah, there is some plot with criminal networks, missing students and weird horror vibes in the dark corridors, but honestly the real investigation is just: how far will Lana fall, and how many creampies, gangbangs and humiliations does it take until she cannot even remember what she wanted in the first place.

Fashion Business looks like something I’d scroll past on Nutaku when I’m bored in bed, then somehow I’m still poking at my phone an hour later, half annoyed, half turned on. You play as Monica, this walking definition of “rich bitch” who treats everyone like trash and thinks her tits and money are gravity. At start she’s all queen of the office, barking orders, humiliating staff for fun, flashing legs in stupidly expensive outfits. For cosplay ideas she’s actually perfect: those tight pencil skirts, open blouses with no bra, insane heels you can’t even stand in, plus that smug facial expression. I literally paused once just to screenshot her stockings so I could match the seam line later. And then the game just slowly rips all that power away. One moment she’s firing people, next she’s on the other side of the desk, listening to some greasy manager talk about “new conditions” while your dialogue options are basically blowjob or lose everything.

The voyeur stuff hits early too. There’s this scene where she’s in a changing room, trying on lingerie that looks like it costs more than my rent, and the camera angle is way too interested in her ass while some perv spies through a hole. It starts as “haha, he’s jerking off” and by the end you’re watching her masturbate to her own reflection, like she’s still in love with herself even when you know what’s coming. Later, when her life really starts to crumble, that same body and ego get used for everything: titfucks in ugly backrooms, sloppy oral to skip some debt, getting spanked just because a guy can. There’s a lesbian route that’s half tender, half twisted, like one girl pretending to “help” her while pushing toys in her and then forcing her to watch in a mirror, which felt equal parts hot and pathetic. The sandbox stuff sometimes makes it drag, you just tap around on your phone hoping for a scene that isn’t another jerk teasing her with blackmail pics, but then out of nowhere you hit this moment where she gives a footjob in a cheap motel because she’s too proud to admit she’ll fuck for cash now, and it kind of sticks in your head longer than it should. I wish I could say the corruption path is subtle, but it’s really not, it’s just this slow, mean slide from “I own this city” to “I’m the entertainment,” with a lot of stripping, creampies in places that are absolutely not hygienic, and these tiny, quiet masturbation scenes where she pretends it’s still her choice. And I still hate that one pair of heels she wears in the office, the toe shape is ugly as hell, but anyway.