Everything starts with you being thrown into this weird parallel wizard academy where things look like Harry Potter got drunk, hooked up with some cheap hentai artist and said “yeah, that’s fine.” The old beardy professor, Doubleroar, is gone, snatched by some edgy Dark Seakers, and the Higher Administration of Magic basically says: all *** students are on hold. Which means the campus is suddenly full of girls who are old enough, horny enough, bored enough, and you end up in the director’s chair with way too much power and not enough shame. The game does not rush, it just drops you into this semi-sandbox school where every corridor, tower and hidden room has at least one “oh fuck I shouldn’t be seeing this” moment. I spent like twenty minutes just abusing the voyeur system, peeking into dorms and showers, checking stats like a pervert accountant: “ok, she likes teasing, she likes girls, she hates public stuff, got it.” Then I’d trigger some magic event and suddenly I’m watching two students grind on each other on a couch, full scissoring loop, smooth 3D animation, panties pushed aside, one of them trying to be quiet and failing.

The best parts for me are when you abuse your role as director in a playful way. You call a girl to your office because “her grades are dropping” and five dialog options later she is giving you a lapdance on that ugly armchair that looks like it came from Ikea clearance, your hand on her ass, her tits almost slipping out of the uniform. If you focus your build on domination spells, things get even dirtier. You can cast this little obedience charm and suddenly she is kneeling between your legs, licking slowly, while giving you that half-pissed, half-aroused look that says “I hate that I like this.” Then later you meet the same girl in the courtyard with one of her female friends and they start teasing each other for who sucked you better. That small continuity made me laugh, because I realized the game actually tracks that route and I tested it with a spreadsheet on my second run. There are lesbian-focused paths too, where you barely touch them, just set up situations. I had one chain where I “punished” a girl by making her take dance lessons from a more experienced student. Ten minutes later they are in the club room, grinding, one lifting the other by the leg, deep tribbing on some old sofa, kissing and moaning while you are behind a curtain like a budget perv god. You can join them or just watch and collect a new unlockable animation for the gallery. Odd thing: sometimes the pacing is weird, you do three quests and the reward is just a little groping scene, then suddenly an optional side click opens a full-blown cunnilingus animation with magic glowing around their thighs that looks way better than the “main” story scene. The humor is also all over the place. One moment you read some stupid joke about magic paperwork, the next you are tongue deep in a student’s pussy in the library, her legs on your shoulders, books flying around because of a wild enchantment, and she is trying not to scream because other students are right behind the shelves. I liked that the MC can be a smug asshole or more playful, but either way he is clearly a pervert. This is not one of those fake wholesome titles. You bully, you tease, you control schedules so a girl “accidentally” ends up in detention with a known lesbian upperclassman who proceeds to sit on her face. The animated scenes are honestly the main thing. Breasts bounce, thighs press together, asses jiggle when you spank, tongues move when they lick each other, and the camera is not shy to go close. It is crude, sometimes a bit clunky, but it feels dirty in a good way, like a porn parody that knows exactly what it is. I spent way too long trying to find all the voyeur variants for the bathrooms just to see how many oral and fingering combos they hid there. For a game that pretends to be about magic academy management, it is really about watching and guiding a bunch of horny students into every combination of licking, sucking, scissoring, grinding, stripping and fucking you can statistically map. And I did map it. Twice.

When your father, John, unexpectedly passes away, you and your mother, Susan, are left to sort through his old belongings in the attic. You stumble upon a mysterious, ancient book. The moment your hands touch it, you both feel a surge of energy, something dark, seductive, and impossible to ignore. Later that night, after a few too many drinks with friends, you slip into a strange, vivid dream. In this strange realm, you meet Elaria, a woman who introduces herself as the Goddess of Temptation. She reveals the truth behind John’s secret: years ago, he made a pact with her, wealth, power, and pleasure beyond imagination, in exchange for loyalty.
But John broke their deal when he fell in love with Susan, sealing Elaria away in the very book you found. Now, you and Susan are chosen as Elaria’s next "partners", whether you want it or not. Her influence begins to seep into your daily lives, twisting innocent glances and casual touches into moments charged with forbidden desire. With each passing day, you and Susan feel yourselves being drawn together, fighting, or maybe craving, the temptation that grows between you. Elaria’s offer is simple: accept her gift and indulge in a life of luxury, pleasure, and wild abandon, with many new opportunities and women to chose… or resist her pull and stay true to your heart.

Home feels nice until it doesn’t. Here you play as the guy who thought his last year of school would be just exams, porn in incognito on Chrome, and the usual boring shit. Instead your military dad suddenly drags everyone across the country, into this quiet suburb where everything looks normal on the surface but every conversation in the house has that tight, heavy vibe, like something is going to snap. The story takes its time showing that: long, awkward breakfasts, your mom moving around the new kitchen in those tight yoga pants, pretending nothing is wrong while her tits bounce under a thin tank top, your father acting like a drill sergeant with a family he’s already losing control of. It starts so innocent you almost forget you’re playing a porn game, and then one night you catch a shadow in the hallway, stop, and realize you’re watching someone in your own house touch themselves with the door half open. That’s where the game really starts messing with you.

The erotic stuff hits slowly but strong. First it’s little teasing scenes: your mom bending over the washing machine, that huge ass basically offered to your imagination, your hand already creeping into your pants while you pretend to help her. A hug that lasts a bit too long, her soft tits pressing against your chest. You get small choices, nothing explained, just those “do I look away or keep staring” moments. You open her bedroom door a crack and see her on the bed, phone in one hand, the other slipping under her panties, legs spread, breathing getting louder, and you just stay there watching, heart racing, dick rock hard. Sometimes you go too far, sometimes you pussy out, and the game remembers. One scene she’s in the shower, steam everywhere, water sliding over those big curves, and you can see her nipples through the glass while she slowly soaps between her legs, and you have to decide if you’re just going to stand there like a creep, jerk off in the corridor, or knock and pretend you “need the bathroom”. The sex, when you finally push things over the line, isn’t just “click and fuck”. You can move from kissing to groping, sliding your hand under her shirt, feeling her melt a bit, then suck her nipples while she tries to whisper your name but ends up moaning into your ear. One scene had her on her knees, unzipping you, licking the tip first with this shy, desperate look, then taking your cock deep until spit and tears mix on her lips, and the game actually lets you pull her hair and use her throat or stay softer and let her control the rhythm. Later, when you fuck her for real, there’s this moment where you’re slamming into her from behind, her big ass shaking, face buried in the sheets, and she keeps looking over her shoulder with that mix of guilt and hunger that honestly sells the whole “this is wrong as hell but I can’t stop” feeling better than any dialogue line. Not everything is perfect, some choices feel like they matter and then they don’t, and one time a supposedly “romantic” scene just turns into you awkwardly jerking off while spying again from the hallway, but somehow that messy, horny, uncomfortable mix is exactly what makes this game stick in your head long after you close the browser.

RapeCide looks like somebody took a normal cyberpunk city, forgot to pay the light bill for ten years, then filled the empty streets with every fucked up power fantasy they could think of and hit shuffle. You play as AJ, this engineered super cop girl who’s supposedly top tier lethal, all tactical gear and big attitude, and the game just keeps finding new ways to drag her through the mud. And not just “oops I fell into trouble” kind of mud. More like “mind control collar, public use, broken pride in an alley next to a flickering neon sign that says nothing good” type of mud. The story pretends it’s about retaking a derelict city, but very fast it turns into the city retaking you, your agency, your clothes, your holes, your everything. One moment you feel like a badass soldier in a ruined dystopia, next moment you’re naked on your knees, cum dripping down your big tits, being ordered to thank the guy who just slapped you so hard the camera shook. And then AJ still tries to stand up like she’s got anything left, which is weirdly hot and kind of pathetic at the same time.

Combat is turn based, but the sexy part is how the fight choices are just slow steps toward how badly things go for her when she loses. You pick skills, try to play smart, manage your status, and when you screw up, suddenly you’re pinned to a wall with hands everywhere, some thug laughing while he uses her throat like a toy and another guy works her ass with a toy that definitely didn’t pass any health inspection. The humiliation scenes feel less like “here is a reward” and more like “congrats, you misplayed and now your super cop is a drooling fuckdoll on the pavement.” I like that. Or maybe I don’t. The game kind of beats you up emotionally too. They play with corruption really hard: you get these moments where AJ could say no, push back, try to hold onto her cop code, or she can just lean into prostitution offers, let the blackmail stick, agree to some nasty contract in exchange for gear. Sometimes the “smart” way for the mission is also the one where she ends up on a stage, stripping while a crowd throws credits and someone in the back shouts orders that make her cheeks burn and her body obey anyway. And yeah, the animations focus way too much on drool. I noticed that. Couldn’t stop noticing it. The dev clearly has a thing about faces totally wrecked with spit and bukkake, like half the city is paid in facials.

What really got me though is how messy the power fantasy is. On paper it’s male domination central: guys using her like property, slapping her ass until it’s red, fucking her pussy and ass at the same time while someone else holds her hair and uses her mouth, filling her up and then watching the creampie leak as she wobbles in her boots. But then out of nowhere you meet women who are worse. There’s one scene where this high rank bitch in tight armor casually gropes AJ in front of her own squad, like “you’re mine now,” and AJ can’t do shit about it. She gets toyed with, spanked, forced to lick boots, and the whole tone flips into femdom in a way that kind of blindsides you. One moment she’s choking on some brute’s cock, next she’s chained kneeling in front of a woman playing with a vibrator on the lowest setting just to make her beg for more. I opened Discord mid scene to scream into a channel about how the writer is actually evil, then went right back in. There’s even a bit where you botch a tactical call, lose control of a zone, and the “punishment” is basically group sex in an abandoned checkpoint, with guards taking turns in her mouth while others spank and grope and laugh about the “mighty officer” reduced to a cum bucket. Somewhere in there is a romance line pretending to exist, but it keeps getting buried under spits, collars, and her slowly accepting that this city doesn’t want a hero. It wants a slave that still tries to stand up, even when she’s covered in semen and shaking from another rough orgasm she didn’t consent to but her body clearly did.

Banu looks like that woman you scroll past on Instagram and double tap before your brain even catches up. The long skirt is there, the headscarf is there, the “good wife and mother” branding is there… and then the camera angle drops half a centimeter and suddenly her ass is doing all the talking. The game leans hard into that contrast: strict religious shell on the outside, restless, greedy, horny mind on the inside. You’re not playing some faceless hero here, you’re literally steering her through this mess. You decide if she keeps pretending she’s a saint for Kamil while she’s grinding on the washing machine during “laundry time”, or if she lets the mask slip in front of the wrong man at the worst possible moment. The fun part is how slow it burns. You’re in her head while she tells herself “no” and her hand is already between her thighs. One click she’s whispering a prayer, the next she’s using the family shower head like it’s a custom sex toy she ordered on AliExpress. It all feels sleazy and domestic at the same time, like Pornhub opened a branch in your WhatsApp aunties’ group chat.

What hooked me is how that moral tension keeps wrapping around the straight up filthy stuff. There’s this early scene where she’s pretending to be annoyed by some guy staring at her tits in the street, but the camera just stays on her chest for way too long and the little status numbers on top quietly tick up. You feel the corruption climbing before she even admits she liked it. Later, when Kamil is trying to be romantic and she’s giving him this lazy handjob under the blanket, her mind is replaying another man’s hands on her waist. The game does that a lot: oral on her husband while she’s thinking about the younger neighbor’s tongue; “innocent” house visit that turns into her bent over a table, pussy full and ring on her finger flashing in the light while some other guy pulls her hair. There’s cheating, there’s blackmail, there’s some really mean female domination if you push her into that role, and it never feels like a clean porn route. Everything is a little messy, a little guilty, stained with family photos in the background. When she finally spreads for a creampie from someone who is absolutely not her husband, you can almost hear the prayer beads snapping inside her head. And the worst part? You’re the one who clicked every step that got her there.

You come back to this glossy, fake-perfect hometown like some prodigal son who learned how to fuck with people’s brains instead of just getting a normal job. Now you’re the new psychologist in a mega rich tech corporation, walking into rooms where everyone smiles too wide and lies for a living. Under the marble floors and glass walls, it all smells like perfume, power and bad decisions. The game leans hard into that. Every session you run feels like foreplay and interrogation at the same time. You’re supposed to help them, of course, but the tools they give you, the tech, the hypnosis routines, the little “mental triggers” you slip into their thoughts, it all starts feeling less like therapy and more like slow, sweet corruption. You’re not just listening. You’re adjusting. Pushing. Groping minds before you even touch their skin.

What I liked is how the story keeps mixing that clinical talk with very physical, shameless scenes. One moment you talk with a high-ranking MILF executive about workplace stress while she crosses and uncrosses those ridiculous thick thighs, blouse two buttons too low, always “by accident”. Next scene, you’re in her penthouse, city lights behind her, and she’s asking you to “help her relax” while your hand is inside her blouse and she’s kneeling between your legs, lips shiny, voice all shaky from a suggestion you planted earlier. It is not subtle. It’s not even trying to be. It knows exactly what it is doing when it gives you dialogue options that look responsible, then clearly marks another one that will nudge her a bit deeper into dependence, into that warm, obedient haze. You tell yourself you’re testing the boundaries of the tech, that it’s for science, but then you’re making her slowly strip for you in her office, door half open, her tits bouncing in those little looped animated scenes that repeat just enough times you realize you’ve been staring too long. At some point there is a scene with a “family dinner” that pretends to be normal, like catching up after you’ve been away. It goes sideways fast if you choose the more daring lines. Old resentments on the table, wine flowing, and you quietly dropping cues, peeling away all the polite surface. Watching someone who should absolutely not be touching you like that run a hand along your thigh under the table while the others talk about business mergers feels filthy in a very particular, incest-tinted way the game clearly enjoys. It toys with romance too, like putting sugar on poison. There are moments where one woman’s shy smile, the way she leans on you on a balcony, actually feels tender, almost pure. Then you remember you installed a mental reinforcement earlier that makes her horny when she smells your cologne, and the next kiss is tongue, teeth, desperation, her grinding that big ass into your crotch while she whispers how safe she feels with you. I still hate the phone UI popups that slide in at the worst times and cover half the boob, by the way. Whoever designed that deserves a very stern handjob without lube. The branching is sneaky. You think you’re just picking filthy or filthier, but later the game tells you in its own way that you chose whether she becomes a loyal lover, a brainwashed toy, or something broken and dangerous. Multiple endings hide behind small choices in early scenes, like whether you give someone a comforting hug or you “accidentally” let your hand rest on her ass a bit too long. And somewhere between giving oral instructions during an actual blowjob scene, watching those smooth 3D bodies glisten, and deciding if you’ll let one of them keep a bit of free will, you realize you’re not playing the hero here at all, just enjoying every slow, dirty step.

Card table, pretty girl, tits practically falling out already, and you still feel nervous like some newbie clicking "start" on his first porn game. That’s the vibe here. It throws you right into a strip poker match with this curvy babe who looks like she was built in Honey Select on a horny Sunday. Big ass, big tits, tiny clothes. She leans in, smirks, taps her cards on the felt. You’re pretending to care about odds and strategy while your brain is just "please lose this hand, please lose this hand."

The thing that hit me hardest wasn’t even the visuals at first, it was the sounds. I sample moans and sex audio for fun, ok, I’m weird, whatever. Her teasing voice when she slow-rolls a win, that playful "hmm, looks like you’re in trouble" mixed with that little card flip sound. The cloth shuffle of the deck has this soft, low thump that sits nicely under her voice, not too sharp. When she strips, the clothing rustle is a bit too clean, like someone in a studio sliding off a jacket, but the way they layered in this tiny breath from her, like she’s half embarrassed, half enjoying it, yeah, that works. I actually recorded my screen, dropped the audio into Audacity and cut little loops of her giggles. Some of them clip a bit on higher volume, and it annoyed me more than it should, especially with headphones on Spotify running in the background. Still didn’t stop me replaying the same round three times to trigger the same teasing line.

The gameplay moment that got me hooked was this hand where I went all in with trash, just to see if the game would reward stupid horny behavior. I lost, of course. She leans back, crosses her arms under those ridiculous breasts, and there’s this low laugh, like she already knew you were bluffing with your dick instead of your brain. Then a couple hands later, I actually won with a real straight, and the tone flips. She gives this fake annoyed sigh, slides the straps off her shoulders so slowly it almost feels like lag, and there’s this faint fabric stretch sound that made me stop and rewind. But the next time that same animation played, the sound was a bit out of sync, half a second late, and it drove me crazy. I kept waiting for them to line up perfectly and they never did.

Honestly, the 3D CG looks both hot and slightly weird in that hentai way where the body is a little too perfect, but it fits the whole striptease fantasy. When she stands up to show off more skin, there’s this small chair sc*** that sounds like it came from a free sound pack, but the moan after covers it, so whatever. The puzzles tied into poker hands actually surprised me a bit. You’re not just clicking "next scene" on autopilot; you’re trying to outplay her, counting on her to lose one more layer, while she keeps smirking like she knows you’re one bad call away from sitting there fully clothed, hard as fuck, and still somehow losing. I liked how sometimes she’d toss a line like "you really think that hand is enough?" with this little chuckle that sits perfectly in the mid-range, no harsh S sounds. Other times the voice volume jumps randomly and I had to tab out, lower my system volume, then forgot to put it back and missed a few of her best teases.

Anyway, the strip scenes ramp up nicely. First it’s just a button open, or her bending forward so her cleavage fills the whole screen, then later it’s full-on topless with those huge tits bouncing a bit when she laughs at you for folding too early. There’s one moment where she turns around to peel her panties down and that ass has this glossy look like an overpolished car, but the animation is so slow and cocky it still worked for me. The sexiness is not really about realism, it’s about that poker table energy: you against this smug, animated bombshell, cards in your hand, dick in your other "hand", praying for a good draw so you can see just a little more skin. It’s messy, sometimes clunky, sometimes weirdly hot. I closed the browser, then opened it again five minutes later, just to hear that cocky laugh one more time.

The first thing I noticed was how slow it loads in Chrome compared to Firefox, which is weird, because other VN players always recommend Chrome. But after waiting through that blank white flicker, the title just appears, no fancy menu, and it sort of fits - like someone coded the whole thing in one long night with half a plan and a hard-on. The writing swings between absurdly corny dialogue and tense, breathy pauses that actually made me lean forward. Erza’s route hit harder than I expected; the engine stutters a bit when the transition hits from teasing to naked skin, as if the code itself got flustered. At one point Mirajane just stares at the camera, half-undressed, saying nothing, and it’s unsettling but kind of erotic? My mouse double clicked because I didn’t know whether to keep going or stop and breathe.

There’s too much sound compression, though - headphones exaggerate that low moan into something that buzzes in your skull. I liked the way the text box shakes when you make a rougher choice; you can practically feel the humiliation radiate off the screen, and maybe I’m reading too much into it, but that’s the first time I’ve ever felt genuine shame synced with a save file. The whole guild concept keeps drifting around, promising missions, quests, whatever, but it really just becomes an excuse for swapping scenes of control and surrender, of bodies framed like code samples gone wrong. I wanted to click “Settings” to adjust volume, but instead stumbled into an exhibitionism scene that started before I could move. And it’s messy, nerve-pinching messy - some sprite layer got stuck, half-transparent, hovering over Lucy’s face mid-fellatio, and for once, the glitch worked. Like voyeurism baked into the source.

Mobile version? Don’t even bother - touch controls feel like punishment. Still, there’s something raw in how it refuses to clean itself up. It’s not the kind of polish you expect. It’s more like intimacy leaking through bad optimization. Or maybe that’s me making excuses. I tried capturing a screenshot for a forum thread, but my phone overheated, and now whenever I unlock the screen, I swear I still see Mirajane’s smirk fading into white.

The sky in 2059 is this ugly, sick orange, like somebody pissed on the sunset and never cleaned it. You play a guy who basically grew up in that shit, no nostalgia for the old world, no “remember when we had internet” crying. Just concrete bones of cities, blown-out highways, and horny, desperate survivors who learned pretty fast that a hard cock and a sharp weapon can both save your life, just in different ways. The whole thing is built around trying not to die while everyone around you is trying not to wear clothes. You wander through ruined malls that look like war museums, find half-melted billboards with smiling people from before, and then two minutes later you’re in a scav camp where some big-titted raider queen is laughing while she makes a guy strip naked in front of everyone because he lost a bet. She tells you to choose if you wanna join in humiliating him, help him, or just watch and jerk off behind a broken vending machine. And the fucked up part is that all three options feel valid.

What sells the game for me is how it mixes “oh shit I could die” with “oh shit I’m hard” in the same scene. Like you’ll be low on food, trading bullets for a place to sleep in an underground bunker, and the guy in charge says the only open bed is already taken by his sister. You expect some cliché, but she’s the one who looks you up and down, this tall woman with thighs like she squats cars, and asks if you have any “special talents.” You can brag about your combat skills, or you can say something like “I’m good with my hands.” That tiny choice flips everything. In one route she tests you in a training room soaked with blood and sweat, in another she just grabs your belt, shoves you against the wall, and makes you prove it with her tits bouncing in your face while her brother “guards the door” and politely pretends he doesn’t hear her moaning loud enough to wake the dead. It’s gross. It’s hot. It’s weirdly funny. And somehow you still care if your character survives the night and doesn’t bleed out later in some sewer tunnel full of feral mutants.

There’s this scene that stuck with me where you’re escorting a small group through a ruined overpass. Wind howling, chunks of car skeletons everywhere, that feeling that someone is watching. You can choose to sneak slow and careful, or move fast and loud to scare off scavengers. I picked fast, like an idiot. Snipers open fire, one of your companions gets her leg shot and you have to drag her into cover. She’s this smug, curvy trader who kept flirting with you earlier, joking she’d “pay in kind” if you helped her find a safe town. When the bullets stop and it’s just the sound of her breathing hard, she asks you to cut her pants open to check the wound. You kneel between her spread legs, knife in hand, and instead of panicking she starts teasing you, saying “You’re blushing more than I’m bleeding.” You get this choice: focus on first aid like a good little boy, or let the tension flip into something filthy right there behind a burned-out truck. If you go lewd, you’re literally eating her out while she winces and laughs, leg wrapped in a bloody bandage, telling you to go faster before someone spots you. It shouldn’t be sexy. It absolutely is. And somehow that moment changes how she talks to you later when you run out of supplies and she offers to “share body heat” in a cold storage room that’s definitely not cold anymore by the time you’re done. The game keeps doing that. Serious survival, then stupid horny, then a joke about pre-war porn nobody gets anymore, then someone’s brains explode on a wall. It’s messy, and that’s exactly why it works.