Mr. SmallCockMC sounds like a joke name a drunk Discord server would come up with, but here it actually fits the whole vibe of the game weirdly well. You drop into this world as this average dude with a not-so-average problem in his pants, married to a wife who looks like she wandered out of a porn hub thumbnail: huge tits barely fitting in any of her tops, thick ass, soft belly, that kind of “I had kids but I got hotter” milf energy. And the game just leans on that. Hard. She walks around in clothes that are technically outfits but basically just invitations, and everyone around you notices way more than you do at first. Bartender staring down her cleavage, neighbor “accidentally” brushing against her ass, random guys drooling when she bends over. You’re this smaller dude trying to act normal while every scene screams “someone is going to fuck your wife.”

The fun is in how it slowly stops being just background teasing and turns into actual decisions for you. One moment you’re at a small house party, drinking beer, watching her laugh too hard at some dude’s joke. Next moment you’re in the kitchen, and she’s cornered between the fridge and this tall black guy, his hands on her hips, kissing her like he already owns that pussy. The game lets you watch, interrupt, pretend you don’t see, or, you know, lean on the doorframe like a creep while her lipstick smears on his cock when she drops to her knees. That first proper oral scene with her on the floor, gagging a bit, trying to keep eye contact with you while his dick actually fills her mouth bigger than anything you can give, hits way harder than I expected. I was sitting there with my mouse, half annoyed at the janky menu buttons, and still thinking “ok yeah, this is hot as fuck.” The UI looks like something someone set up in a weekend, but when she’s riding him on the couch, tits bouncing, your character awkwardly jerking off in the corner, you kinda forget the rough edges.

And yeah, the game is petty about size, in a funny way. Every time she pulls out another dude’s cock you almost hear the dev giggling. Thick shaft between her huge boobs while she squeezes them around him, your character looking tiny and useless. Later there’s a swap night with another couple where it goes from “sharing a few drinks” to “her moaning on top of the other husband while the wife straddles you and literally calls you cute instead of hot,” and that stings more than any stat screen. There’s even a scene with a very feminine “trap” character who looks better in stockings than your wife does, and of course your girl ends up pressed against them, kissing while you watch, then both of them grinding on some guy like they forgot you exist. Double penetration shows up too, in a way that almost feels like the game is bullying you personally: she’s pinned between two dudes, one in her pussy, one in her ass, big hands on her waist, and you’re the one holding a camera so they can “remember the night.” It’s kind of messed up, kind of hilarious, kind of hot. Like watching a long Pornhub playlist that accidentally got plot and humiliation mixed in. The art is still rough in spots, some faces look off, and sometimes the pacing feels like edging that goes too long, but when she’s standing half naked on a balcony letting some stranger grope her tits while traffic passes below, you forget all of that and just think “yeah, this guy really is Mr. SmallCock.”

You start broke as hell with this pretty normal, kind of shy wife, and it feels almost innocent at first. Just you, her, some money problems, cheap phone camera, tiny apartment. Feels like a boring life sim at the beginning, talking about bills and favors and that old buddy from school who suddenly shows up looking way too rich and way too confident. Then one small choice about filming “just a little something” for cash turns into this spiral of “ok, what if we try one more thing” and suddenly you’re not really sure if you’re filming porn, selling your pride, or both.

What I liked is how the wife doesn’t wake up one day and go full pornstar. She starts nervous, asking you if the angle is ok, worrying about her makeup, blushing when she licks you on camera for the first time. You see her slowly getting used to being watched. First it’s only you holding the phone and trying not to shake it when she goes down on you. Then the old friend shows up with his stupid grin, “helping” with better lighting and some “ideas,” and suddenly you are behind the camera while your own wife is on her knees for another guy who is clearly bigger, darker, more confident, just owning the scene while you pretend it’s all for money. There is this messed up thrill where you tell yourself you are the director, but you know you’re just the guy zooming in while your wife gets used like a toy.

Pulls feel like a gacha session for my dignity. I sit there clicking through scenes like rolling for a new outfit, except here it’s “will she let him cum on her face this time” or “are we going to try a second guy” or “does she ask for it herself.” That moment when she stops looking at you for approval and starts looking at the other man’s cock instead, that shit hit harder than any SSR drop. I was like, ok, I came for a simple hotwife thing and now I’m halfway lost in some mental NTR rabbit hole, watching my own avatar zoom in on his wife getting stretched in positions they never did together. There is this one scene where you’re behind the camera and she moans another dude’s name by accident, and the game just lets it hang there. No dramatic music, no big popup, just that little text box and her mouth full of someone else, and you feel your stomach flip while your dick gets even harder. I hated that, and then I replayed it three times. I swear this game made me discover I’m way more into watching my “units” get stolen than actually winning. Anyway, I was going to complain about the UI somewhere here, but I kind of forgot what I was talking about.

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 town looks holy as fuck at first glance. Little stone church, quiet streets, people acting all shy and “god-fearing” while obviously thinking about getting railed behind closed doors. Into this strolls our main character: a 52-year-old priest who looks like he’s seen some shit, hasn’t had decent pussy in a decade, and suddenly finds himself surrounded by temptation wearing habits that are hanging on for dear life. He’s not some bland saint either. You feel right away this guy has the calm, slow confidence of a dude who knows exactly how to make a woman forget her own name, and maybe her morals too. Three nuns follow him, like a horny little parade of secrets: each one with big tits, soft asses, and those “I’m totally pure, father” eyes that start to change every time he leans in a little too close. Under the church? Yeah, there’s a crypt, and it’s not just cobwebs and old bones waiting there. The place almost feels alive, like it’s watching the priest every time he thinks about pushing someone down on the altar and making her moan loud enough to shake the stained glass.

The game plays like a slow corruption fantasy mixed with small-town porn gossip. One moment you’re blessing the congregation, next moment you’re deciding if you’ll use a bit of mind control to make a nun kneel in front of you, open her mouth, and take your cock like she’s swallowing holy wine. The dev leans hard into harem vibes: you’re juggling nuns, a stacked landlady milf with tits made for titfucks, and even a horny younger guy you can either help or totally cockblock. There’s this great scene where the kid is nervously talking about how he wants to get into his landlady’s pants, and you get the choice to “guide” him... or just say screw it and keep that big-ass milf for yourself. Watching her thighs spread as she rides you, thick breasts bouncing in your face, while you know she was “supposed” to be his is nastier than half the porn on xHamster. Creampies matter here too, not just as visual, but as choices: who do you fill, who ends up pregnant, who becomes your obedient little broodmare in the name of “divine duty”. The 3D-style characters glow under candlelight when you bend them over a pew, spanking them till their ass is red and trembling, then sliding in raw, listening to them beg for more even as they pretend they’re ashamed. Nuns with rosaries tangling between their bouncing tits while they choke on your cock, monster girls under the church offering you deals with claws and curves, a priest turning from “merciful shepherd” into full-on dom who keeps toys in the confessional and sins in every corner of the crypt. Nothing about this feels safe or polite. It’s filthy, sacrilegious, and kind of fascinating in that “yeah, I’m going to hell, but at least I came twice” way.

There is this mid-level office dude, totally average, not a porn protagonist at all, sitting in his boring open space and realizing his sex life with his hot wife feels like the company PowerPoint template: functional, predictable, absolutely dead inside. The game picks up right in that quiet panic where everything is “fine” but your brain starts scratching at the walls. Instead of buying a sports car he discovers he’s turned on by the idea of other guys touching her. Not some deep romance thing, more like “what if she came home smelling like another man’s cum and I couldn’t stop jerking off about it.” The story leans into that headspace hard. You’re not playing some chad, you’re playing a guy who will spend half a scene zoning out while watching her text someone else, half horrified, half hard, checking his phone screen brightness like it’s going to hide the shame. And the game is very blunt about it: she’s not some vague fantasy cutout, she has a body that looks like it should be in a cheap tab you keep open in Chrome, big tits that strain her blouses, a butt that makes the office chair look like it’s doing something sinful, and a face that flips between sweet wife energy and “I know exactly what I’m doing to you” when she glances over her shoulder during a handjob.

What hits weirdly strong is how the “sharing” doesn’t stay abstract. It starts small, like you suggesting she wear a tighter top to a company drinking party and then trying to act casual when your boss stares at her chest too long. There’s this one moment where you’re walking home behind her and a random black guy passes and she just smiles a bit too brightly. The game zooms that tiny smile, the little animated pause, and you know exactly where the protagonist’s brain goes. Later, when she’s in a cheap hotel room with someone else, her tits bouncing in these jerky little loops, it’s not some soft-focus romance, it’s raw: his hands on her hips, her moaning louder for him than she ever did for you, and you sitting alone, making choices on your phone like some degenerate manager of your own humiliation. Sometimes you encourage her, sometimes you chicken out, sometimes you try to keep it “netorase” and it slips into full-on netorare anyway because she clearly enjoys the new dick more than she “should.” The scenes don’t hide it. You see her hand wrapped around another guy’s cock while she’s on call with you, hear the sloppy sounds, see cum painting those huge breasts that were “yours” yesterday. And the game keeps asking with these quiet little choices: are you still okay with this, or are you lying to yourself while you jerk off to your own heartbreak. It’s messy, horny, animated just enough that her shiver when he pushes in feels way too real, and the whole thing sits right in that uncomfortable place between fantasy and “oh fuck, this would actually destroy me,” which of course is exactly why it works.

You start as this guy who just got kicked out of his job as a nightclub bouncer, tossed aside like trash while drunk idiots you used to throw out are still inside buying bottles. You’re pissed, broke, and then you find out your own dad fucked you harder than any of the scenes in this game by stealing from the local crime boss. So when the kingpin drags you in, you’re already in that “I’m fucked anyway” mindset. Instead of just killing you, he realizes his spoiled, hot-as-sin daughter Angel needs a bodyguard. She’s got that mix of rich girl attitude and hidden vulnerability that makes you wanna fuck her and protect her at the same time. One wrong move and she gets hurt. One right move and she moans your name with mascara running. The game pretty much lives in that tension. You’re walking behind her in tight dresses, watching her ass sway while some sleazy businessman stares at her chest, and you’re deciding if you break his nose, humiliate him, or just quietly enjoy the view and let things go way too far later. It gives you this weird power trip where you’re the dog on the leash, but you also hold the chain.

The routes sit on top of that simple idea and twist the knife. If you play nice, act like a gentleman, take hits for her, pull her out of danger, keep your dick in your pants when you should, you get the sweet side. Soft kisses after a gunfight, her clinging to your arm, slow sex scenes where she’s actually looking in your eyes, whispering that she feels safe with you while you’re sliding inside her. Then you replay, pick the “jerk” options, and you’re still saving her, just treating everyone like shit, grabbing her by the chin, fucking her against the bathroom sink while she’s half mad, half soaking wet, begging you to be rougher. The game is at its nastiest when you start drifting into those choices where you don’t fully protect anyone. There’s that bar scene where Angel is drunk, some other guy is clearly checking her out, and you can either shut it down or “watch what happens.” If you look away, pretend you don’t see, the game punishes you in a different way. You walk back into the room later and she’s already on her knees for him, lipstick smeared, her voice all needy while the other guy is gripping her hair, and you just stand there like a ghost. It hits that netorare vibe pretty hard, especially when she still smiles at you after like nothing happened, or worse, when she tells you she thought you didn’t care. The sharing route feels even more twisted, because now you’re not just a coward, you’re the one who opens the door. You say “yeah, go ahead,” and watch her get tossed around by other men, sometimes with you joining in, sometimes not, and the game really likes to show her brain getting rewired from “my protector” to “use me more.” Vaginal scenes are the core, and they are not shy. Missionary with her legs shaking around your waist, her nails scratching your back while she’s cumming and calling you “boss” or “sir,” then later in the darker paths, the same position but with a different man, and you just seeing it from the side like some pathetic extra. The romance angle actually works when it wants, and then the corruption cuts through it like a knife, so you end up horny, annoyed, turned on, and a little bit angry at yourself for choosing what you chose, which is exactly why it kinda sticks in your head after you close the tab.

This thing starts like one of those harmless school slice-of-life stories, except it never feels harmless. You’re this dude walking the halls, joking with classmates, peeking at asses in too-tight skirts, pretending everything’s normal while the game keeps whispering that nothing is. On the surface you’re just chasing romance routes and big tits, trying to figure out which milf teacher you wanna risk your future for, which childhood friend you’ll accidentally corrupt, which guy you’ll piss off enough that he starts eyeing your girl. Then it hits you that every flirt, every little “harmless” grope in the hallway, every blowjob in the music room is getting tracked, twisted, fed back into this mess of morality and mind games. One minute you’re laughing at some dumb humor scene where your buddy makes a joke about your porn folder, next minute you’re watching a scene of brutal violence and you’re not sure if you caused it or just failed to stop it.

What really got me is how your choices feel fine in the moment. You see a big ass bending over a desk and you click the option to touch. Simple. She blushes, maybe moans, maybe slaps you, sometimes both. Then three scenes later she’s crying about how nobody respects her, and the game doesn’t tell you “this is your fault,” but you know anyway. Same with the whole NTR / netorase thing. At first it’s kind of hot, letting another guy or futa girl “help out” your partner, just sharing for fun because you think you’re in control. The group scenes are wild, by the way, especially when the camera lingers just a bit too long and you catch your own character watching instead of acting. Voyeur mode inside the story itself. But little by little, jealousy starts to bleed into it. There’s this one route where you push your girl toward another guy as a joke, like “go flirt with him, I don’t mind,” and way later you catch them in a quiet corner, his hand already under her skirt, her breathing way too heavy to pretend. You can interrupt, dominate, turn it into a threesome, whatever, but that sick “maybe I went too far” feeling doesn’t really go away.

Sex scenes are not shy at all. Virgin loss with awkward eye contact, messy creampies where you’re not totally sure if it was consensual or just pressured, titfucks on the school rooftop while the city burns somewhere in the distance, rough oral that slips into domination, then flips and she chokes you right back with that sudden female domination switch. There’s drugs, too, and that’s where things get weird in a different way. Some of the best animated scenes come from those mind control bits, where you honestly can’t tell if the girl wants it or your character is just rewriting her brain to want it. The game doesn’t clean it up for you. No “safe word,” no soft fade out. You’re the one clicking “continue” while she begs you to stop and also not to stop. But then you have these strange quiet romance scenes with actual warmth, like holding hands in a classroom while talking about family you really, really shouldn’t be this close to, or lying naked beside someone after fucking them raw and talking about sanity and what’s real. Sometimes it even feels wholesome before it throws another cheating scene at you completely out of nowhere. I kind of hate that. And I kind of went back to see every single ending anyway.

A redheaded city girl walks into a tiny Scottish village in the middle of nowhere and, of course, everyone is horny and something is wrong with the sea. That’s the basic vibe here. The game throws you into this foggy coastal place where people smile a bit too warmly, stare a bit too long, and somehow every friendly conversation can slide into “hey, why is half the town ready to strip outside in the rain if the waves tell them to.” You play her, and she’s not some pure innocent flower either. She’s curious, she’s stubborn, and she keeps ending up in situations where saying “no” is possible, but saying “fuck it, I want to feel this” is way more tempting, especially when soft female lips are involved. There’s a lot of reading, a lot of choices, and the sex doesn’t just appear out of nowhere; it crawls toward you slowly, like the tide, until you realize your panties are around your ankle and that married woman you just “interviewed” for your little investigation has two fingers inside you and her wedding ring is cold against your skin. Then the scene lingers. It doesn’t jump cut away. It makes you stay there in the mess with her breath on your neck, her tongue on your clit, and you trying to remember you came here to solve something, not to be somebody’s secret seaside toy.

What I liked is how often the game puts you outside, literally. Wind, rocks, slippery grass under bare knees, salt on skin, clothes half pulled up against a crumbling wall. Girls going down on each other behind a boathouse while the sound of the surf is loud enough that you’re not sure anyone would hear you moan. There’s a threesome, too, that starts almost romantic and then turns into this raw, dirty sharing thing where your character is passed between warm hands and hungry mouths like she’s a gift from the sea, not a person with a brain. In some routes she cheats, in others she gets cheated on, and sometimes you just sit there watching a milf who should know better push you down on a blanket and tell you to relax while she spreads your legs and tastes you like she hasn’t eaten pussy in years. The corruption side is more emotional than people might expect; it’s not just “you were straight now you’re gay and into anal.” It’s more like “you were in control, and then one day you realize you need their touch like air.” At one point I tried to keep my heroine strong and distant, refused a few offers, built up her “resistance” like the game quietly nags you to do, and still ended up on my knees, mouth full, fingers digging into someone’s hips while the sea sang behind us. I’m not complaining. Or I am. Hard to tell. The only thing that annoyed me was this one dialogue choice that looked innocent and suddenly turned into a full-on group scene, complete with wet sounds and someone’s tongue where the sun doesn’t shine, and I just sat there thinking, “okay, I guess we’re doing this now.” But then again, that’s kind of why I kept clicking.

You wander through this dead, sunburned Egypt where the sand is full of bones and broken tech, and somehow your biggest problem keeps becoming “who am I fucking tonight and how hard.” The game throws you in as this desert scavenger who is supposed to be hunting relics and old-world junk, but every time you push deeper into the ruins you just keep stumbling into more messed up, horny situations. One second you are negotiating with some half-feral tribal girl who wants water, the next second she is on her knees between your legs in a crumbling temple, sand dust falling from the ceiling while she gags on your cock and tries to keep eye contact like it’s some kind of ritual. The story pretends to care about fate, old gods, this artifact that can twist the future and all that, but the real tension is always “do you ruin this person, or do you pretend to be her savior while still using her body.” It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are playing with a broken toy that still smiles at you.

What actually keeps it interesting is how many different flavors of messed up it has. You have girls who melt the second you humiliate them in front of others, being dragged by a collar through a ruined street while people stare. You have this strict, icy woman who acts like she owns you, spitting orders and making you lick her feet, only for you to later chain her up in some underground chamber and fuck her until she cries and drools milk all over herself. One girl is shy and flat, another stacked and leaking, and the game really doesn’t care if you want to turn the whole ruined pyramid complex into your personal harem, breeding them, sharing them with your allies, or letting them “serve” as slaves in some filthy market. Sometimes the sex is slow and almost tender, bodies pressed together on dusty sheets in a half-collapsed apartment, sometimes it jumps into full-on horror, with blood, screaming, and you still hard while something awful drips down her thighs. You get pissing scenes in dirty showers, public use in alleys, group scenes in torch-lit chambers where everybody is sweaty and no one really knows who is fucking who anymore. There are moments where you feel like a monster, forcing a girl to strip in front of her own family, or making a daughter watch what you do to her mother, and the game just lets that hang there, no hand holding, no “good boy” message, just your choices and the way these broken people cling to you anyway. Then five minutes later you are clicking through some dialog that feels like it came from a hentai shitpost and laughing because it is so blunt and stupid. It is rough, filthy, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough, but it sticks in your head like the taste of sweat and sand on someone’s skin.