Tony Stark finally gets to act like Tony Stark here, not the sad movie version always saving the universe instead of getting laid. You start in this obscene luxury island mansion that looks like somebody mashed together a billionaire’s Airbnb, a secret SHIELD bunker and a nightclub from Miami that never closes. The game just drops you in as the smug asshole host of an endless “hero party”, with Gwen Stacy on the balcony checking city views, Raven pretending not to care in a dark corner, Supergirl trying to look wholesome while wearing something that would get you banned on Twitch, and you thinking about profit margins while also planning whose panties you’re gonna take off next. It sounds like a power fantasy because it is, but the fun part is how messy and horny it gets when the whole “management” part starts clashing with “I want to creampie every superheroine in this building”.

One moment I was in some fake meeting room talking business numbers with Stark’s AI, flicking through contracts like on Google Sheets, trying to keep the party budget from exploding. Five clicks later I’m in the pool area, flirting with Spider-Gwen, picking joke options about web shooters that really should not have worked, and suddenly the dialogue goes from snarky to filthy real fast. It has that thing where your choices stack up quietly, so after a few shameless lines and one badly timed compliment about her ass, she still ends up in your room casually stroking you through your pants like it’s just another Tuesday. The game treats handjobs as just a warm-up, not some big event, which is kinda funny because they animate it like it’s a ceremony. And when she finally climbs on top and you choose whether to pull out or fill her up, the game actually reacts in later scenes with her being a little more clingy, or weirdly sarcastic about you not knocking her up. I picked creampie first time just because the button was bright and I have zero self control, then spent the next in-game day sweet talking her like I didn’t basically turn her into my personal breeding experiment.

What I liked a lot is how the heroines don’t feel copy-paste. Raven is cold and slow to open up, which makes it absolutely priceless when she goes from passive-aggressive spell girl to pressing her soaked panties into your hand in the training room. Supergirl acts like she’s above normal horniness, until you catch her alone on the terrace and push a bit harder, then suddenly she’s begging you to fuck her like some random fan, not a symbol of hope. Black Cat and Wonder Woman show up later and kinda blow up whatever “plan” you had, since they respond better when you act even more arrogant than usual. There was this stupid moment where I promised Scarlet Witch I’d help with some experiment, completely forgot, spent the night pounding She-Hulk in the gym shower, and then had to deal with Wanda throwing me this jealous, half-psycho magic tantrum while still obviously wanting my dick. The tone is all over the place in a good way: one room you’re talking business strategy like a tycoon game, next room you’re raw-dogging a superheroine on Stark-branded bedsheets, hoping the AI doesn’t comment. It’s horny, dumb, strangely clever sometimes, and absolutely not interested in making you feel like a good person. Which is kind of the point when you’re running a never-ending party where every hero girl eventually ends up naked and breathing hard into your ear.

This spy thriller throws you into Sherine's stilettos as she navigates the murky waters of international espionage with her body as much as her brain. The voice acting hits different when you're watching this CIA operative use every tool in her arsenal to get close to a Russian oil magnate - and I mean every tool. What starts as a straightforward infiltration mission quickly becomes a web of seduction, manipulation, and some genuinely tense moments where you're not sure if she's playing him or getting played herself.

The corruption mechanics feel organic rather than forced, watching Sherine adapt her methods based on what works with each target. Sometimes it's subtle teasing during business meetings, other times it's more direct groping scenarios that escalate naturally from the story beats. The animated sequences actually serve the narrative instead of just being eye candy - though they're definitely that too. You'll find yourself making choices about how far she's willing to go, whether to use her sexuality as a weapon or if she's starting to lose herself in the role. The oligarch isn't just some one-dimensional villain either; there's actual chemistry brewing that complicates everything.

Where this game stumbles is in its pacing - some dialogue scenes drag on forever while crucial decision points feel rushed. The AI-generated elements are noticeable if you know what to look for, but honestly the voice work covers most of those rough edges. What really works is how the spy thriller framework gives weight to the sexual content rather than just throwing it at you randomly. Sherine's mission parameters create genuine tension around each intimate encounter - is she compromising the operation or advancing it? The oil business backdrop adds layers of political intrigue that make the stakes feel real beyond just "will they fuck or won't they." It's refreshing to see corruption handled as character development rather than just a meter filling up.

Keigo feels like that dude who peaked in high school but actually never even peaked, just failed quietly and then left town. Now he drags his ass back, broke, horny, and still kinda pathetic, crashing at Ichigo’s place like some NPC side character who accidentally got promoted to main character. Ichigo’s still Ichigo, of course, walking cheat code for popularity, swords, and women, and somehow he’s married to Orihime now. And she’s exactly what all those old Bleach fanarts promised, just turned up to shameless hentai levels: giant soft tits that bounce a little too perfectly when she laughs, thighs that don’t even pretend to fit normal clothes, that smile that looks innocent until the camera angle proves it isn’t. The game knows why you clicked. It doesn’t pretend otherwise for even half a second.

What I liked is how the whole thing feels wrong in a very specific way. You’re in Ichigo’s tiny place, pretending to look for a job on your cracked phone, scrolling fake job posts like it’s LinkedIn hell, while Orihime leans over the couch in those shorts that absolutely do not count as shorts, asking if you want more tea, and you’re trying to not stare at her ass and failing completely. The mobile UI actually fits the vibe here: it feels like you’re sneaking porn in a WhatsApp group while sitting at a family dinner you weren’t invited to. Keigo tries to act like a good guest, but the game keeps throwing you small choices that slide from “just chat” into “ok, that was not friendly anymore” and then into “yeah, Ichigo would definitely punch you for this.” You start with mild flirting, then accidental boob touch that is obviously not an accident, then late night scenes in the hallway where she whispers too close, breathing on your neck, pretending she’s worried about you when her nipples are poking right through her shirt. It goes from soft corruption into full-on “I want you to fuck me while my husband is in the other room” without ever doing that big dramatic turn, it just slowly rots. Like mold on bread, sexy mold.

Sex scenes themselves are exactly what you expect and then a bit worse in the best way. Orihime rides you with those massive tits clapping in your face, eyes glazed, sucking her finger, begging you not to cum inside her, and of course the only button you actually notice is the one that makes you drain every drop in her anyway. Animated loops focus on the important stuff: her ass slamming down on your cock while you watch the ring of white around the base grow thicker, the way her belly jiggles when you push her legs up and fuck her hard, the little moment she presses a hand to her womb like she can feel you filling her. There’s a scene where Ichigo’s in the shower, humming like some idiot protagonist, and you’re behind Orihime on the kitchen table, her hair spread, creampie dripping out while she clenches around you trying not to moan too loud. The guilt is there for Keigo, kind of, but the game doesn’t pretend he’s a good guy. Which is nice. He’s just a horny loser finally getting the girl he always watched from the corner, and he ruins everything with a smile.

Weird thing that bugged me way too much: that one text notification sound they use keeps popping up in the middle of the hottest scenes, and it sounds exactly like a Telegram ping, so I kept pausing thinking someone actually messaged me. Completely yanked me out of a creampie once, I’m still annoyed about that. Also, sometimes the writing swings between decently hot dirty talk and those awkward lines like “I feel your naughty rod deep inside my womanhood” and it’s hilarious in the middle of all the moaning. But then Orihime throws her head back, calls you by name, and begs for more like she’s never been properly fucked before, and suddenly the cheesy lines don’t matter. It feels like some degenerate Bleach doujin that escaped from 2010, grabbed your phone, and decided Keigo finally deserves his turn to be scum. Honestly, he doesn’t, which is why it works.

It’s weird how a game can make your stomach twist like that - like jealousy and curiosity are kissing behind your ribs. Mina’s messages feel too real, her little hearts and half-sincere emojis landing harder than they should. You’re not just reading text bubbles; you’re kinda reading your own reflection, that insecure part that wants to check her phone when she’s in the shower. It’s not even about trust. It’s about the thrill of maybe finding something you shouldn’t. The game knows that. It plays you more than you play it. I kept thinking I’d stay calm, but then some random producer sent her a photo at midnight, and I swear I felt my pulse in my teeth.

There’s this moment - she sends a selfie that’s almost innocent. Almost. You can tell she’s not alone, though the frame pretends she is. That’s when I realized the point isn’t to “win” her back. The point’s to feel that sting, to let it crawl under your skin until it burns. The choices don’t really matter, or maybe they do, but the game’s so good at pretending they don’t that you start second-guessing your own reactions. I hated that. And loved it. Like when you know you’re being teased but you lean into it anyway. The music’s soft, too clean for what’s happening on-screen - it’s like watching a slow breakup inside a perfume ad.

I wish Mina’s typing bubbles didn’t take so long to appear. That wait feels cruel. But maybe that’s the best part. You stare, waiting, wondering what she’s doing while you wait. Sometimes I thought I wanted more pictures, more explicit proof, but when the game actually gives you something close to that, it’s worse. You want to look away, but you don’t. That’s the whole trick - it makes you complicit. It’s not about sex, not really. It’s about wanting to control what you can’t. And maybe that’s the dirtiest thing of all.

The game throws you straight into this weirdly cozy hellhouse where your “family” is too hot and too wrong at the same time. You’re the only guy in a place ruled by a demon mom who looks like she should be on some cursed porn magazine cover, and two sisters who are basically walking trouble. Story just moves on its own, no choices, no bullshit menus, you just click and watch things spiral out of control. It feels like reading a horny comic while someone keeps turning the pages for you. The mom comes off soft and gentle at first, but the more you see her, the more you realize she’s in charge of everything. She plays the caring MILF, hugs a bit too long, squeezes in too close on the couch, “accidentally” bends in front of you with those huge tits barely contained, then later she’s totally fine with using your cock like it belongs to her. The game doesn’t shy away from the whole taboo thing, it leans on it hard. She talks like she raised you and now wants to “claim” her reward, and it’s not subtle. Honestly they could have toned down the dialogue a bit, but it also made it kinda hot in a trashy way that feels like some cursed Pornhub script that found a budget.

The sisters are another mess. One is more playful and bratty, constantly teasing you, walking around half dressed, making “jokes” about you watching her change, then testing how far she can push before you snap. There’s a really funny scene where she pretends she doesn’t notice you in the hallway and starts masturbating in front of her open door, clearly wanting you to watch, and the camera just stays on her face way longer than necessary. I was sitting there thinking, why am I staring at her eyelashes during a nut scene, but somehow it worked. The other sister plays the colder type, acts all annoyed and distant, then later you catch her touching herself while whispering your name like she hates herself for it. The game keeps putting you in spots where you’re watching them from angles that feel really dirty, like peeking around the corner, or seeing reflections in mirrors. Sometimes it feels a bit too much, like the story is trying to shock you every five minutes with more corruption, more breeding talk, more “you’re mine now” lines. And at the same time I kept clicking because the animations are surprisingly smooth, nothing crazy flashy, just small details like how their hips move when you pin them down, or how the mom keeps eye contact when she’s riding you and talking about filling her up. There’s a whole scene on the living room couch where everyone kind of crosses that last line, and it’s both hot and weirdly awkward, like someone mixed a family reunion with a satanic orgy and forgot to invite shame. I thought I’d get tired of the linear story, but the way the corruption builds slowly, from teasing to outright obsession, actually pulled me along. Or maybe I’m just weak when big tits and demon horns show up in the same frame. Hard to say.

You’re this guy in his late 30s, just moved into a pretty normal apartment building that pretends to be boring but actually everyone’s basically peeking at each other through half-open blinds. Your place is nothing special, cheap furniture, boxes still half unpacked, but the real focus is what’s on the other side of the walls. The woman next door is the first thing that stands out. She’s not some teenage anime doll, she’s a full grown woman, soft curves, tired eyes that still look beautiful, the kind of body that happens after life happens. There’s this sense that she’s lonely, but she’s not acting desperate. You catch her in the hallway in tight yoga pants, a tank top without bra, hair in a messy bun, holding groceries, apologizing because her keys fall from her hand and she bends over like the universe is trying to test your self control right away. The game really pushes that feeling of “I should look away” while you absolutely do not.

The first real hook is when you finally meet her daughter. She’s 18, clearly, which the game reminds you in a way that feels half-legal note and half fantasy fuel. She’s that type of girl who still has that teen attitude, plays with her phone while you talk, but also watches you from the corner of her eye when she thinks you’re not noticing. Short shorts, oversized hoodie, bare legs lazily d*** over the couch when you walk in for the first “friendly visit.” That scene is where the corruption starts really slow. You can act like a gentleman, be polite, look away when she notices you staring at her thighs, or you can push it, make flirty comments, “accidentally” sit closer, enjoy how she blushes and doesn’t really move away. The best part is that the game actually rewards patience. Like, if you don’t act like a total creep, she starts to trust you. She sends you texts at late night, selfies that start innocent, then a bit less innocent, and you’re there reading them with a stupid grin on your face and one hand busy somewhere else.

The voyeur stuff comes in very naturally. Thin walls. Open bathroom window. You walking past their door and hearing low voices that sound like an argument, or moans that are definitely not an argument. There’s this early scene where you hear the mom showering and the game gives you the choice: keep walking like a normal adult or pause and peek through the slightly open bathroom window across the inner yard. If you peek, you catch her with water running down her body, one hand braced against the tiles, the other slowly between her legs, eyes closed, whispering something that sounds like a name that isn’t yours. It feels dirty in the right way, not just “ah boobs again.” And depending how you’ve treated the daughter, your guilt or excitement hits different. You can also end up in these small romantic moments, like movie night on her couch with both of them. Mom in a loose T-shirt without bra, nipples poking through the fabric when she laughs at some dumb scene, daughter curled up with her feet in your lap, wiggling her toes against your crotch to “tease you” while pretending she doesn’t notice she’s doing it. The story tries to play between romance and lust, sometimes almost sweet, sometimes absolutely filthy, like when you realize the girl might actually be trying to use you to get attention away from some other dude while you secretly just want into her mother’s bed too. The game doesn’t hold your hand with perfect choices either. You’ll probably mess up at least one date scene because you picked the wrong dialog and suddenly the mom gets jealous or the daughter pulls back and you’re stuck looking through the peephole at what you could have had. In a weird way that frustration makes the good scenes feel hotter. Nothing is handed to you. You stalk, you play nice neighbor, you seduce, you fuck up, you try again. It’s not pretty, but it feels a bit too real sometimes, in that “I really should not be turned on by this” kind of way.

Your boss finally notices you, but not for the reason you wanted. You bust your ass at work, grind through pointless meetings, kiss enough corporate ring that your tongue should get hazard pay, and it actually pays off. Promotion on the table, big project, all eyes on you. Then he invites you to his place to “celebrate the new chapter” and you’re already half thinking about LinkedIn flex posts in your head. Instead you walk in and meet the real final boss of the game: his wife, wrapped in a tight dress that looks painted on, tits practically spilling, eyes locked on you like you’re dessert she ordered for herself.

She doesn’t even try to hide it. From the moment she leans in a bit too close to pour you a drink, her huge chest brushing your arm, it’s this slow burn of “this is wrong” versus “this is hot as fuck”. The game leans hard into that quiet, private tension. Soft little smiles, hands lingering on your shoulder a bit too long, her bending over the table to pick something up and making sure you can’t miss her ass straining the fabric. There’s no instant jump to sex, it’s more like she keeps poking at the line and watching you twitch. She corners you in the kitchen, finger trailing along the glass, asking if you’ve “ever had a woman who knows what she wants”. Boss is in the next room, rambling about quarterly numbers, while his wife slowly closes the distance, eyes half-lidded, tongue wetting her lips. At some point she presses you against the counter, her tits pushed up against your chest, her hand sliding down, fingers teasing your crotch over your pants like it’s just casual fun. And you’re there thinking, “Say no, say no” while your body is screaming yes.

The corruption angle actually hits different because you’re not some loser with nothing to lose. You built your way up, you care about the job, and that makes every handjob under the table at dinner feel ten times more dangerous. There’s this one moment where she invites you to “help” her in the study while the boss is on a call. Door almost closed, just a crack open, and she drops to her knees in front of you so casually it feels like she’s done this before. She looks up at you while unzipping you, like she’s daring you to pull away, and of course you don’t. Warm mouth, slow strokes, her lipstick smearing on your skin while she moans around your cock, then wiping her mouth with this smug little smile and going back out like nothing happened. The teasing is constant. She texts you after, sending pics of her in nothing but an open shirt, tits barely contained, saying she’s “bored when hubby is at the office”. Some routes let you push her further, turning that sexy wife into someone who basically lives to sneak around behind his back with you, climbing into your lap, grinding that big ass against you while she whispers how her husband never fucks her like you do. And yeah, part of you knows this will wreck everything you’ve been working for, but by the time she’s riding you on his couch, soft moans mixing with the sound of her skin slapping on yours, nails digging into your shoulders, you’re way past pretending you’re the good guy anymore.

You load it up in a bored mood, thinking it will be just another horny office thing, and then suddenly you are sitting in this glossy fashion magazine, surrounded by women who all look like they walked out from some Instagram explore tab that you pretend not to check. HauteBeat hums in the background, that soft loop of office AC, a distant printer, heels clicking across the tiles like a metronome for your dirty thoughts. The protagonist is this fresh graduate, all awkward, shy, still a virgin, and the game really leans into that. He stammers when the editor-in-chief leans over his shoulder, her blouse just a little too open, her perfume basically choking him. The scene where he is alone with the secretary in a tiny meeting room, with the glass walls and everyone outside pretending not to look, that one hit me. She lowers her voice, asks if he understands what “loyalty” means in this office, and every click through the dialogue feels like you’re holding your breath, waiting for the moment her hand actually lands on his thigh. There is no rush, but also no mercy. The pacing is like that slow elevator ride where you already know you’re going to do something filthy when the doors open.

First choice that really made me stop was when you decide if he keeps his “good boy” energy, or starts testing his new power over these women who pretend they’re in charge. One path he plays the sweet intern, trying not to stare at his boss’s big ass every time she bends over a layout. The other path, he starts using what he learns about them, their little secrets, and the mood shifts from nervous to predatory. There is this one route with the married coworker from accounting, the one who always has her phone face down on the desk. She invites him to “help” with some files after hours. Music drops out, it is just the wet sound of her lips when she finally slides under the desk and starts sucking his cock right there, while the screen shows the office lights reflecting on her lipstick-smeared mouth. Her wedding ring catching the glow every time her hand strokes him is such a petty detail, but it sticks. And yes, later, if you push it, you can corrupt her properly, going from quick blowjob breaks to bending her over the office copier for anal, watching that big ass shake while the machine spits out useless sheets.

Not every scene is perfect. One of the titfuck moments feels a bit rushed, like they knew she has massive tits so they just went “ok, put dick between them” and moved on. But then another girl, the one styled like a cold, distant creative director, drags him into the wardrobe room full of clothes for the next shoot. She sits him down on a low bench, climbs on his lap like it is a throne, and the sound design quietly peaks. You hear fabric sliding, hangers tapping, her little moans that she tries to swallow because there are still people a few meters away. When she finally sinks down on his cock, the angle almost makes you feel that stretch yourself, slow vaginal grind that turns into rough fucking and then spanking her ass so hard the clothes around them rustle. The corruption is not just “she is horny now”, you feel how some of them start asking for it. The secretary who once flirted safely is later begging to be used under the desk while the boss is in a video call. The boss who once scolded him starts testing how far she can go before completely giving in. It is all choices and branches, but it never feels like a math problem. More like you are texting three people on WhatsApp at the same time, promising each of them something different, knowing at least one is going to get hurt and you kind of want that. And yes, the protagonist is inexperienced, but by the time he has a little harem of coworkers sucking, riding, getting spanked in the break room, he is not pretending to be a nice guy anymore. Or maybe he still is. Depends what you click.

Shawn’s story feels like watching that nerdy guy from the phone shop finally snap and decide “ok, I want pussy and romance, not just anime and cable management.” You start as this awkward clerk who spends more time staring at big asses and big tits than actually selling shit, and slowly you figure out how to turn all that hopelessness into actual dates, groping, and a messy harem situation if you want. It’s a point and click thing, mostly, but wrapped like a mobile game where you’re always checking stats, schedules, moods, messages, and thinking “ok, who do I text for a blowjob tonight and who do I take to the park so she doesn’t hate me.” It feels a bit like Tinder combined with doing chores. Sexy chores with footjobs and titfucks at the end if you play it right.

The three main women all poke at you in different ways. Palla is this lazy moocher roommate who walks around the apartment half dressed, constantly teasing, like she knows exactly how hard your dick is when she bends over the couch. First time I got to grope her “by accident,” in the kitchen, I actually had to put the phone down for a second. She complains, pretends to be offended, but you see the romance flags going up and suddenly you’re on the bed with her giving you oral, and you’re like, yeah ok, that escalated fast. Audrey is the one who roasts you non-stop, the kind of girl that calls you a nerd in public, then lets you finger her in the cinema if you picked the right dialogue two days before. I had one scene where I messed up a choice and she just walked away, no sex, nothing, and I had to grind work again like a clown just to afford a stupid gift to fix things. Amy is even worse. Co-worker who treats you like trash, and when you finally flip the script, you can go sweet romance or full scumbag. My first run I tried to be nice, gave her presents, asked her out to cute dating spots. Second run I just went horny goblin and rushed for a bathroom blowjob at the store. Both paths feel wrong and fun in different ways.

The sandbox structure is where shit gets interesting and also a bit annoying. You wander around different locations, click stuff, run into random events, try to keep everyone happy without blowing your cover. One day you’re having tender vaginal sex with one girl on a date after building up affection, the next day you accidentally line up a booty call with another and suddenly your whole “faithful guy” image is dead. I liked how you can be a sweet romantic nerd who sends flirty texts and brings flowers, or a manipulative seducer stacking a harem where everyone is sharing your dick, or at least pretending not to care. Sometimes it feels like you’re juggling too much. Money, clothes, phones, schedules, affection, lust, jealousy. I got lost once just trying to remember who liked which gift on which day, cursed at the screen, then kept going anyway because I wanted to see that one scene where she sits on your face after a long teasing build-up. That’s the thing here. You end up doing little boring actions for the chance of a hot event where you get a footjob on the couch, or she wraps her massive tits around your shaft and you forget all the min-maxing for a minute. It’s messy, horny, sometimes romantic, sometimes just straight up scummy, and it feels exactly like a nerd’s brain trying to manage porn fantasies and actual relationships at the same time.

Teddy’s story here starts like some cheap sci‑fi porn fanfic that someone wrote half drunk, but it kinda works. You’re trapped in this virtual world thing, watching this orphan kid who got adopted by Sofia and Bob, and very fast it stops feeling like “oh poor boy” and turns into “ok this dude is going to fuck his way through every problem”. The game plays out like a visual novel that really, really likes MILFs and slow burn corruption. Not the subtle, artsy kind. More like Sofia leaning over in a low top, pretending she’s just being caring, while her tits are basically their own characters, and Teddy trying not to stare but the dialogue choices are like: “stare more”, “stare a lot more”, “pretend you’re not staring but still stare”. You click, things move, stuff jiggles, and suddenly you’re not caring about the mystery group that captured you at all.

Sex is not instant, which pissed off some guys in the poll I did, but a lot of us kinda enjoyed the teasing. You get that static VN framing, but then scenes flip into these short animated loops that kick in during stripping or blowjob stuff, and it actually gives some weight to the build up. When Sofia unbuttons her blouse the first time, it’s not just a CG swap, she does this slow, half‑guilty undress animation, turning away like she knows it’s wrong but also likes the attention from Teddy. That bit felt pretty hot. Same with the big ass shots when she bends over the couch, pretending to clean. There’s this “I know what I’m doing, but I’ll act innocent” vibe, classic corruption fantasy, and the writing tries to keep that weird line where everyone lies to themselves while you push them deeper into sex. Scenes can cut from kind of wholesome to “ok, now she’s on her knees giving a sloppy blowjob” in like three clicks, which sounds harsh but somehow fits the tone the dev is going for.

I had some small annoyances too. Text pacing jumps around. One scene Sofia is all shy and “oh Teddy, that’s not appropriate”, and then in the next event she’s grinding on him like she’s been a closet nympho for years, no big emotional bridge in between. Also, the virtual world premise with the shady organization in the background is cool on paper, but it sometimes just vanishes while you’re busy watching boobs bounce. Then it suddenly pops back up like “oh yeah, experiment number whatever”, and you’re like, alright, sure, I guess we still care about that. Some choices also pretend to be deep but are just flavor: pick line A or line B, you still end up with Sofia stripping on the bed, tits unleashed, legs spreading, same animation at the end. Still, there was one moment that stuck with me: Teddy sitting on the bed, Sofia next to him, the room quiet, her hand “accidentally” on his thigh. There’s a pause in the text, nothing moves, and you can almost feel that point where she stops being his safe adoptive mom and turns into the woman he’s going to fuck. That little shift, right before the clothes drop, is where the game actually hits its best kink.