This one feels like someone took a classic “teacher crush” fantasy and just kept turning the dial until it snapped. You’re this grown guy, not some teenage anime student, and you end up tangled with Professor Aiko Hisato. On campus she is ice cold, all tight blouse and clipped voice, the kind of woman who can make a whole classroom shut up with one look. The fun part is that the game lets you poke at that mask until it cracks. First you see the strict side: she calls you into her office, shuts the door, fixes her glasses and starts talking about “professional standards” while your eyes are fighting not to stare at her tits straining under that white shirt. She leans over her desk, skirt hugging her ass, pretending she doesn’t notice how hard you are. She definitely notices. The tension in those first scenes feels like when you text the wrong person a horny meme and they reply with “come here, we need to talk” instead of blocking you.

The further you go, the more the game stops pretending she is just a teacher. You can push the relationship into this messy, dirty thing where you basically own her, or pretend you care about her feelings while you are still fucking around. There is a whole cheating angle going on that the game never shouts about, it just lets you slowly realize that all this is happening behind somebody’s back. Her husband, boyfriend, whatever, he exists more like a shadow you spit on. One moment you are “helping” her relax after a long day, hands on her shoulders, telling her she works too hard. Next moment you have her bent over her own desk, skirt up, red marks blooming on that round ass while she tries not to moan too loud because there are students outside. The spanking scenes are nice because they are not just punishment porn. Sometimes you use it to break her attitude, sometimes she basically begs for it, pressing that big ass back against your palm like she forgot she is supposed to be the respectable professor.

What I liked is how the choices creep up on you. At first it feels like you are just picking dialogue, the usual “be nice / be an asshole” stuff. Then five scenes later you realize she is talking to you in this low, obedient voice, or instead she is clinging to you, jealous and crazy, because of something you clicked earlier when you were half-distracted checking Discord or Telegram on your phone. One route turns her into this cheating milf who waits for your messages, always horny, spreading her legs in some hotel room while writing emails to her students on her laptop. Another route, you push harder, you grab her hair, make her kneel between your legs in that office chair, glasses fogging up while she chokes on your cock, and she starts to enjoy being controlled more than she ever enjoyed her boring “proper” life. She has these huge tits that bounce every time you slap them, and the game really leans into that, but at the same time sometimes I wished there was just one scene where she keeps her bra on the whole time, just teasing, and of course that never happens when I want it. That annoyed me for like two minutes, then I was back to watching her ride you, ass slamming down, panties hanging off one ankle, telling you in this broken voice that nobody has ever fucked her like this and you know she is lying, but you let her say it anyway. The whole thing feels like a horny visual diary of slowly breaking a proud woman until she starts texting you first, asking when you will use her again, while her “respectable” life falls apart in the background and you barely even care.

Millie's got that thicc demon energy that hits different when you're supposedly dead but somehow hornier than ever. This Helluva Boss parody throws you into Hell's most dysfunctional assassination company where the mystery of your own demise takes backseat to getting spanked by cartoon demon girls with impossibly round asses. The whole "solve your death" plotline? Yeah, that gets real fuzzy when Mildred's bent over showing off assets that defy both physics and good taste.

What starts as detective work quickly devolves into pure horniness wrapped in familiar red-skinned characters doing things Vivienne Medrano definitely didn't approve for cable. The paranormal elements feel more like convenient excuses to get freaky with monster girls who somehow make being dead seem like the best career move you never made. Male protagonist stumbles through Hell like he's got permanent brain fog, which honestly tracks when every demon chick is packing heat in all the right places. The cheating mechanics add this weird guilt layer that shouldn't work but absolutely does - nothing says "I'm investigating my mysterious death" quite like raw-dogging your way through the entire I.M.P. roster.

The spanking scenes hit with that cartoon physics energy where asses jiggle like they're made of premium jello, and honestly? The 2D art style works better for this kind of degenerate content than any realistic approach could. Helluva Game knows exactly what it is - shameless fan service disguised as mystery solving, where the real mystery becomes how many demon girls you can corrupt before remembering you're supposed to be dead. The parody elements nail that irreverent Helluva Boss humor while cranking the sexual tension to levels that would make Blitzo blush. Sure, the plot about your death exists somewhere in there, but good luck caring when Millie's teaching you new definitions of "workplace harassment."

The fun thing here is how normal everything looks when it starts. Tiny apartment, fresh married couple, all that “honeymoon forever” bullshit, and then slowly it rots in a really horny way. You play as the guy, but honestly it feels more like you’re slowly handing the steering wheel to your wife while she finds out she likes seeing you bend, crawl, beg. First few scenes are almost sweet, just little hints: she teases you about porn on your phone, catches some messages, uses it to put pressure on you. Not big drama, just that slow drip of blackmail. And then suddenly she’s sitting on your face and asking if you like being used like a slave, and the game treats it like the most natural thing in the world.

What I liked is that it doesn’t jump straight to hardcore stuff. One night she rides you in cowgirl, long, sloppy vaginal sex, kissing and dirty talking in your ear, and you feel like, ok, this is normal, just energetic wife. Next evening she’s calling you “my little bitch” and pushing a vibrator against your ass, laughing when you clench. Pegging comes later, but the way they build to it is nasty in good way. She starts with light spanking, then toys, then ordering you to stay on all fours and not touch your cock while she fucks you from behind with the strap-on, talking about how her “real man” will use her pussy after she warms it up on you. That line hit harder than the spanking honestly. POV angles make it worse, because you’re staring at the bed shaking while she moans for someone that isn’t you. It made me pause the game and just stare at my Spotify for a minute, then press continue anyway.

I didn’t expect how much lesbian and gay stuff they squeeze in around the edges. The wife “finds herself” with this older woman, total milf vibe, classy clothes, cruel eyes, expensive heels. First it’s just some flirty chat, then there’s a scene where they’re on the couch, kissing slow, wife kneeling between her legs, licking like she forgot you exist. You watch, humiliated, basically a background prop, and the older woman uses your wife’s hair like a handle while she grinds on her tongue. Later on she notices you staring at her feet and there’s a quick footjob scene where she strokes you lazily with her soles, still talking only to your wife, like you’re not even part of the conversation. It’s hot and insulting at same time, which is kind of the theme here. Then you get hit with full on cuckold and ntr stuff: wife texting a guy while you sit at her feet, she makes you read the dirty messages out loud. At one point she makes you kneel between her and him, sucking his cock while she sits on your face, moaning for his dick and using your tongue on her ass. There is anal, oral, all of it, and you’re basically the flexible toy everyone shares. The sissification branch is really rough too. She has you shaved, puts you in stockings, panties, lipstick, calls you her “little maid” and makes you clean the floor while she gets eaten out on the couch. She pats your head like a dog when you crawl close, presses your face into her wet pussy for a second, then pushes you away and tells you to go lick the other girl’s feet instead. It’s humiliating on purpose, no hiding that. There’s sexual harassment vibes in the way side characters treat you as a thing to touch and order around, and nobody cares if you’re uncomfortable. Which is kind of the point of this fantasy, but still, one scene with the boss went on way too long and I got bored, then horny again, then bored. And that stupid kitchen lamp in the background is crooked in every scene and they never fix it, I swear it distracts me each time I see it.

Anyway, the whole thing is like watching your marriage mutate into a femdom circus, with 3dcg models that look sometimes weird, sometimes surprisingly hot, depending on the camera angle. Some POV shots during oral are really nice, you see her lips sliding down slowly, spit strings, teeth almost touching, then she pulls off just to spit on your cock and slap it with the tip of a dildo while telling you it belongs to her now. Then she turns around and lets someone else fuck her in front of you. The pacing is uneven as hell, some scenes drag, others end right when you’re fully into it, but I kept clicking “next” anyway. My commute home felt way shorter with this open in a tiny window behind Telegram and Chrome. And I still think about that moment where she makes you suck on the toy she just used in her ass, staring you down like she’s checking if you finally broke.

You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.

In this small community, things are not quite what you might expect. Our protagonist is an imperfect young man who grew up as the target of bullying, a real nobody with a literal bag over his head. As much as he can’t help what he looks like, he also can’t help but be empathetic to those around him. Players are challenged to look beneath the surface and explore the depth of rich storytelling within. After a series of tragic circumstances, his life will change completely! He will be given the chance to rise from his outcast origins to become either the biggest pimp the world has ever seen... or overcome his primal urges to stand up against an organization that has become the world's worst bully, all while seducing, romancing, and exploring the residents of his home town. Will you choose to be an enslaver or a noble savior of the world? Or will you blow it all up and lose everything? Will you discipline and corrupt those you meet? Or will you show compassion and love, perhaps leading to romance and fatherhood? The choice is yours...

New Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher walks into Hogwarts and nobody is ready for what you actually want to “teach”. The school looks normal on the surface, the usual house rivalry, flying brooms, dumb rules about curfew and behavior. But under that, you get this slow, dirty slide where the girls start breaking rules just to get sent to your office. It begins pretty soft, like a regular school sim with a bit of flirting. Then at some point you realize you are basically running your own private corruption project inside Hogwarts and nobody is stopping you. It feels wrong in exactly the way people come to these sites for, and the game knows that very well.

The first time you drag a student into your office for “punishment”, the tone shifts hard. There is this click, when the button goes from normal teacher choice to “bend over my desk” and you just know the story is not going back to innocent territory. Spanking is not just slapped on as a fetish, it actually becomes a language in the game. Ginny acting all fiery and proud until you make her count every hit. Hermione coming in full of rules and books, convinced she can talk her way out, then realizing that every answer that annoys you just means more hits across her ass. That moment when you see her flinch, then slowly start to breathe heavier, and the game lets you push that line from discipline into something she is clearly not supposed to enjoy. It almost feels goofy at times, like some fanfic that went too far after midnight, but then one little text line lands and it suddenly turns really hot again. I hated that I liked it, and honestly I loved that I hated it.

Nothing in the game is really polished. Menus are a bit clunky, pacing sometimes weird, and one event made me click back and forth like an idiot in Chrome because I thought I broke it. But the rough edges sort of make it feel like some forbidden project hidden on a random hard drive, not a shiny Steam thing. One moment you are trying to raise affection, next moment you are trading their dignity for house points like it is the most normal thing in the world. Romance is there too, in this twisted way, especially with Hermione. She does not just flip from pure to slut in one scene; you grind her down slowly, scene by scene, choice by choice, until she starts asking what kind of “extra lessons” you want. Then Bellatrix shows up with her crazy energy and the whole mood shifts again, like the corruption from the school leaks out into something darker and more dangerous. It is messy, horny, unfair, sometimes surprisingly sweet, sometimes just straight up cruel. The story keeps dangling that idea that you are the responsible adult here, while handing you every tool to be anything but.

Mirabel sneaks off to this hidden clearing like it’s her personal sin corner, and the whole thing feels a bit like somebody mashed Hogwarts Legacy with a trashy BDSM doujin they didn’t want their mother to see. She’s this shy plant nerd, clearly styled after Professor Garlick’s vibe but more… breakable. At first she’s just there “for research” and yeah, sure, we all tell ourselves that when our browser history looks like a sex shop catalog. The game doesn’t waste time pretending to be innocent. One strange plant, one curious touch, and suddenly she’s moaning, getting more turned on than she’s willing to admit even to herself. The corruption isn’t instant, though. You see that weird mix of shame and need in her face and in the way she hesitates before the next thing, like she’s trying to remember how a good girl is supposed to act while her body already betrayed her.

What works is how the domination slowly tightens around her without some fifty-text-box lecture. One moment she’s just exploring, the next she’s got her ass in the air, cheeks red from spanking, tears in the corners of her eyes, and some smug bastard is using her like she’s homework he’s too lazy to do properly. There’s a nice shift from her trying to resist to those little slips where she pushes back with her hips, or spreads her legs a tiny bit wider when she thinks nobody is noticing. The humiliation hits in those tiny details too: her trying to cover herself, failing, being ordered to show everything, like she’s just another toy to be tested. That first time the plug goes in and she gasps, half terrified, half addicted, kinda lingers in your head afterward. Anal isn’t treated like some huge “special scene,” it just appears as another way to own her, to see how far she can bend before she breaks. Vaginal, anal, fingers, toys, all get mixed with commands and mockery, and it’s messy in that way that feels a bit too real, like watching somebody realize they love being degraded more than they love their own dignity.

It’s also funny in a fucked up way how the forest clearing ends up feeling more like a dungeon than the castle dungeons ever did in the original Harry Potter stuff. No elaborate chamber, no dramatic spells, just trees, roots, and Mirabel on her knees, getting used. Visuals lean hard into those facial expressions, that “I hate that I love this” look, so even when the animation hiccups or a pose holds too long, the mood still sticks. Sometimes the pacing goes weird, like you expect a proper build-up and suddenly she’s already taking it deep and begging for more, and then the scene slows again for a close-up of a toy pushing inside. It’s clumsy, but in the same way a rushed quickie behind the greenhouse can still be the thing you think about later while scrolling through TikTok with one hand and not touching your phone with the other. There’s no big moral, no attempt to make Mirabel “grow as a person.” She just grows more obedient, more filthy, more owned, and the game doesn’t apologize for it even once.

Your adventurer reaches the edge of the known world, pockets light, libido heavy, and the first thing the frontier throws at you is a horny ghost nun who wants to “purify” you with her tongue. That’s pretty much the tone here. One moment you’re juggling turn based combat against frost demons and corrupted paladins, thinking about stats and gear, and the next you’re flat on your back getting milked by a smug futa angel with more cock than patience. The world feels like someone mashed together a classic text RPG and a filthy sex diary, then forgot which part was supposed to be serious. You pick a body, tweak your tits, cock, ass, whatever, and the game never shuts up about it. Touch anything strange, drink something glowing, pray to the wrong goddess, and suddenly your “normal” hero is a lactating, tentacle-kissed, maybe-sissified mess who still pretends to care about saving people.

What I really liked is how the lewd stuff slips inside the normal exploration. You’re walking across some frozen pass, low on HP, trying to solve a simple puzzle to open a shrine door, and the puzzle is basically “how many holes are you willing to offer.” Pick “none” and you get a rough fight. Offer your mouth and you get a blowjob scene with a smug monster priest who uses your throat like a toy, then casually heals you. Offer everything and it turns into full multiple penetration, your character drooling, ahegao eyes rolling, demons laughing while they fill every opening until your corruption stat jumps. There is this one encounter with a tentacle-infested hot spring where you can just peek and voyeur from the rocks, stroking yourself in text, or you can climb in and end up being used as a living onahole, tentacles pumping your ass and pussy while another one wraps your throat and squeezes until you cum hands free. The game calls it “relaxing.” It is not relaxing. I replayed that scene four times.

Sex here isn’t “you won, here’s your prize.” Sometimes losing a battle means ***, sometimes winning still means ***, and sometimes teasing is worse than either. A smug milf cultist pins you down, edges you with her hand until you’re begging, then just leaves you with blue balls and a new fetish. A big bearded dilf paladin can either be your stern protector or your strict dom, depending how submissive you play it, and he actually spanks you mid-dialogue if you talk back too much. There’s corruption arcs where a cute virgin hero slowly becomes the village’s favorite cumdump, or turns into a futa demon queen who keeps her own harem on leashes, tits leaking milk while she uses toys on chained-up angels. Lesbian scenes feel playful and nasty at the same time, especially with monster girls who pretend to “teach” you but actually want to ride your face until you pass out. And then there’s the awkward stuff, like an early puzzle that just throws three sex options at you with barely any buildup, or a joke about religious “purity tests” that hits a bit too close, and you sit there wondering why your mobile browser is showing a possessed priestess forcing your character to confess every dirty thought while she fingers them under the altar. Still, a second later, you’re fighting an ice beast and laughing at some dumb, horny line, then opening your stats screen to check how much more corrupted you can get before the next transformation scene kicks in. It should feel too much. It doesn’t. Or maybe it does and that’s why it works.

Game hits you with that cheap jump scare first, like some old YouTube screamer, then suddenly you are just in this tiny bedroom with a catgirl kneeling on your mattress, tail flicking, hoodie half open, like she respawned out of your search history. She talks way too casual for something that was licking your cheek a second ago, and her robot buddy on the desk keeps beeping horny little comments, like ChatGPT but if it was allowed to be a total perv. The vibe is weirdly cozy and fucked up at the same time: lights low, messy floor, VR headset tossed in the corner, browser on incognito, and this girl with ears and a collar explaining that you “kinda accidentally” asked for her during a lucid dream. Then your tanned childhood friend just barges in, sweaty from practice, sports bra under that loose shirt, thighs looking like she can snap your neck, and the game instantly goes from awkward hentai scenario to full “oh no I have to actually choose between them” chaos. Except it does not let you stay pure for long, because the sandbox part kicks in fast.

What sold me is how the lewd stuff slowly crawls from goofy to really filthy. At first it is innocent groping “for data”, the robot telling her to test your stamina, her sitting on your lap casually while pretending it is a “science experiment”, your dark skinned wrestler buddy teasing you by pinning your arms and grinding down “like training mount control”. Ten minutes later you are in this bizarre three way exhibition setup where the robot projects your porn search stats on the wall while catgirl milks you with her tits, long slow titfuck while she purrs and leaks a bit of milk herself if you pushed her down the lactation path earlier. Yes, they actually track that with little stat sliders tucked in your phone menu, same place you manage pregnancy risks and suppression pills, which is so on the nose it becomes funny. You start checking fertility charts with the same seriousness I normally keep for Google Analytics, except here the KPIs are “days until catgirl goes into heat” and “chance that the wrestler gets creampied after shower scene”.

Game keeps mixing cute and messed up like that. One route I picked had the tan friend challenge you to a “submission match” on the living room floor, loser has to obey for the night. I tried to play fair, ended up with my face in her armpit and my hands tied behind my back with a belt. She rode my mouth first out of pure spite, grinding till she actually squirted all over my chin, laughing when the robot measured the splash distance. That same run, later, she made you fuck her from behind in the hallway with the door half open, neighbors’ footsteps outside, her moaning way too loud on purpose so you feel that humiliation creep in while still pumping her full and watching her stomach twitch when she feels the cum spill deep. The catgirl route goes more horror and sci fi if you lean into the superpower stuff: she glitches the lights, pulls some psychic domination, freezes your body mid stroke so she can sit on your cock and edge you, denying the orgasm until you are shaking, then forces a raw creampie where her eyes roll back ahegao style and her belly gives this tiny bump animation after. At one point she makes a clone of herself out of this slimy monster girl goo, and suddenly it becomes a group sex scene with two catgirls giggling while they share your dick between mouth and ass, keeping you right at the limit, the robot counting “denied orgasms: 7” in the corner like some cursed Excel sheet. I kinda hate how the UI sometimes bugs and the text boxes overlap in the most intense moments, but when you are watching an elf cosplay scene where your tanned fighter wears fake ears and gets throat fucked on the couch while the real catgirl records from the wardrobe crack, you just let it slide. Vaginal, anal, oral, handjobs under the table while you pretend to play a horror game, lesbian domination where the wrestler slaps the catgirl’s ass till it goes red and makes her lick your shaft before she sits down on it herself, even a messed up virgin blood fetish joke when you finally break that hymen flag on one route. It is all there, messy, horny, way too raw, like someone dumped their whole tag history into one save file and forgot to clean the edges.

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.