Rogue’s eyes flicker like she’s got a storm trapped behind them - no pun on Ororo intended, though she does make a cameo that feels like it came straight out of an adult fever dream. The game throws you in as this anomaly mutant who can brush against anyone without going poof, and suddenly what used to be dangerous turns into something primal, desperate, almost poetic if poetry was sticky and breathless. Rogue tests you early, there’s this scene - locker room, dripping tiles, wet echo - and she doesn’t know if she wants to kiss you or crush you. The writing snaps between tender and filthy so fast it makes your brain lag behind your pulse.

The wild part is how easily it flips from soft-eyed confessions with Jean Grey to pure shameless corruption paths with Emma Frost whispering filth you don’t even think Marvel’s lawyers could process. There’s something dirty-luxurious about that mansion setting; so many doors, each one unlocking another line you’ll probably regret reading at work. Some of the animations (I swear they move like low-res ghosts) have that “almost too human” vibe - you catch a tiny twitch of Rogue’s fingers clutching skin, and it’s hotter than the whole naked scene that follows. But then Storm steps in later and everything turns theatrical, lightning illuminating this ridiculously intimate chaos. You forget half the choices you made, yet every dialogue click still feels personal, like someone watching over your shoulder quietly taking notes.

And sure, maybe Jubilee’s route doesn’t sync right, and Wanda sometimes clips through clothing (yeah, that bug - literally distracting), but when those powers mix - light sparks tracing across bodies, voices overlapping, love and dominance tangling - it hits this weird emotional chord. Like half romance novel, half scandalous lab experiment. I hated that one sound loop kept restarting mid-scene, yet I replayed the moment anyway. It's messy, horny sci-fi and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Maybe that’s why it works. Maybe.

Lewd Lore: Isekai Fantasy starts stupidly simple. Guy dies, wakes up in horny fantasy land, gets powers that are way too busted for someone who clearly just wants to fuck around. But it kind of works, because the game leans hard into the fantasy part instead of pretending it is deep and philosophical. One minute you are joking with some cute monster girl with thighs that could probably crush your ribs, next minute you are using magic in totally irresponsible ways just to see one more ahegao face. The story actually tries to be a story too, not just “click, sex, click, sex”. There are scenes where I was like, ok, I actually want to know what happens next, then two choices later I am watching the main girl ride him so hard the bed should have broken. It did not break, which is unrealistic and I am still lowkey mad about that, but whatever.

The art is exactly that horny 3D style that fits this kind of world. Not perfect, not super “artsy”, but the girls are thick where it matters and the game knows it. Boobs move, asses jiggle, hips twist when they grind on top of him and those small loops during the animated scenes are weirdly hypnotic. There is one handjob scene in a quiet forest spot, with magic lights floating around, where she strokes him slow at first, then faster, while teasing him that he needs to “earn” more of her body. I honestly replayed that more than I want to admit. Then later you finally get full vaginal with her and the facial expression goes straight to heavy ahegao with tongue out, eyes rolled, and it looks ridiculous but in that good hentai way where you just lean back and think “yeah, this is exactly why I am here”. The monster girls are fun too, not just generic “oooh I am monster rawr” types. One of them is shy and strong at the same time, which sounds stupid when I say it, but when she bends over and you see how huge her ass is, shyness is suddenly very optional. Sex scenes with her feel like you are the one being bullied even when the game pretends you are in control. And then the romance bits sneak in between all the filth, catching you off guard, like when a girl grabs your hand after a rough session and quietly asks if you will stay with her. That tiny thing hit harder than some full-on penetration scenes. If you want to squeeze the most juice from this thing, save often, be a degenerate completionist, pick the flirty options even when they look dumb, and never skip the teasing build up, because in this game the best nut usually comes two choices after the one you almost clicked past.

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.

Death in this game is like a bad Unity compile: you think “ok, that’s it,” and then it spits you back one year in the past and tells you to try again, except now you got a hard-on and godlike save scumming built into the story. You’re basically a horny superhero with the power of “what if I didn’t fuck that up?” and the whole town is your sandbox. One moment you’re chatting with a tired, hot older woman who has that soft-mom energy and cleavage that never quite fits in her clothes, next moment you’re quietly nudging events so some disaster never happens, while being absolutely distracted by the way her shirt sticks to her when it rains. The game pretends it’s about fate and responsibility, but half the time it feels like the devs asked: “what if time travel was just an excuse to flirt, screw up romances, then reload reality itself?”

The structure is pure visual novel, but it actually reacts. You say the wrong thing to her in one scene, brush off her feelings or push too hard when she clearly isn’t ready, and ten scenes later she looks at you like she remembers every tiny shitty choice you made. There’s this one moment where I tried to be the cool, distant hero, focusing on stopping something huge from happening, and I ignored a small, intimate talk with her in the kitchen. Later, when everything got tense, she just quietly said, “you never listen until it’s too late,” and that hit harder than any explosion. Right after that, the game lets you see her in a really tender, erotic CG, where she finally opens up… and you know you kind of didn’t earn it in that timeline. The hentai scenes are nice and shameless: soft lighting, curves that feel indulgent, a lot of focus on her face when she’s torn between “this is wrong” and “fuck it, I want this.” Sometimes the camera lingers a bit too long on one angle and I kept noticing a tiny shadow artifact on the edge of her hair. It annoyed me once and then I couldn’t unsee it. The dev will never fix it, I just know.

What I like is how your “superpower” is not just shooting lasers or something dumb. It’s messing with cause and effect, changing who comforts who, who survives, who falls in love, and that includes sexual tension that brews forever before it finally snaps. You might protect the town and lose her, or chase her so hard that the town quietly burns in the background, and the game doesn’t slap your wrist right away. It waits. Lets you sit in your mess. The romantic side is surprisingly sweet, almost softboy, then in the next scene you’re pinning her against a wall, kissing her neck while she mutters that this is insane and still pulls you closer. There’s this constant question: are you a hero, or just a guy abusing a cosmic reset button to get into a milf’s panties? The game doesn’t give you a clean answer and honestly it shouldn’t. I do wish there was one completely stupid route where you just waste your power on lottery tickets and porn subscriptions on Steam, but that’s never going to happen and that’s fine. I was going to talk about the supernatural side more but my brain keeps looping back to that one scene where she’s half undressed, asking if the universe is really worth saving if she ends up alone again, and you have to pick between touching her or stepping away. That choice stuck with me longer than any fancy effect or explosion. Maybe the real bug is that I kind of wanted the “wrong” option to feel even better.

First thing you notice is how tall she is. Not just tall, but that kind of unfair, “I could crush your skull between my thighs and you’d say thank you” tall. The castle feels built for her, not for you. Doors are too big, ceilings too high, shadows too long. You start as this regular guy who somehow walks into the worst possible horny nightmare: a fucked up old mansion twisted into a playground for a giant vampire lady who looks a lot like a certain tall queen from that zombie game, but here she’s even more cruel, more smug, and yeah, way more horny. The whole place is like a maze of wet whispers and creaking floors. You move from corridor to corridor, waiting for that click of heels behind you, knowing that when she catches you, it’s not a game over. It’s a different kind of punishment.

What surprised me is how the game mixes horny and horror without trying to be subtle. One moment you’re creeping through some dark library, watching dust in the beam of a flickering lamp, and the next she’s got you pinned against a stone pillar with one massive hand around your throat, nails at your chin, staring down with that “you’re nothing but a toy” look. She teases the fact you’ve got these weird powers, like the world is broken and you’re some glitch that can slow her, shove things with your mind, twist reality a bit. Sometimes you use them to push a wardrobe in front of a door while she’s hunting you. Sometimes you fail and she catches you, drags you off, and then it turns into this obscene little trial where she decides if you get milked with her tits, jerked off lazily while she yawns, or just taken straight, hard, with your legs shaking and her laughing when you cum too fast. She treats creampies like trophies. There’s one scene in a ruined chapel where she rides you in a broken pew, stained glass behind her, and after you explode inside her, she stands up and you literally see it drip down her thighs while she calls you “useful.” I hated how much I liked that. I also hated that the inventory menu sound is too loud and it annoyed me every single time, and the game never fixes it.

The best part is that it often feels like you’re playing some fucked up dating sim from hell, where romance is twisted into this toxic, possessive thing. She’ll act gentle for ten seconds, stroking your hair, almost soft, then flip and use you like a living stress toy. You can try to play smart, pick dialogue that pushes back, use your powers to resist, but honestly, half the fun is failing and seeing her switch into full female domination mode. There’s a section in the dungeon where a monster girl variant of her shows up, more feral, claws scraping the floor, and if she catches you, she doesn’t bother pretending to be classy. She just tears open your pants and uses you. It’s rough, messy, and still weirdly romantic in this fucked up way, like you’re the one sane person stuck in a dystopian porn dream and the universe keeps asking if you’re sure you want to say no. The whole thing feels like a parody of that survival horror game everyone knows, but it leans hard into the “you’re prey and you kind of like it” angle. It’s ugly in some places, awkward in others, but when she bends over, tits spilling out of that dress, smirking because you can’t stop staring at her ass while ghosts whisper in the walls, all the weird edges suddenly make sense.

You wake up already dead, which is a hell of a way to start a porn game, and this tiny chaotic goth gremlin called Misty is like “yeah ok, you fucked up, but I’m bored so here’s a new life, new town, don’t screw it up again.” Next thing you know, you’re in Mystic Ville, looking totally normal on the outside while walking around with magic in your pants. Not a metaphor. She literally dumped her powers into you and then acts surprised when you immediately start using them to peek under skirts, freeze time to stare at bouncing tits, and accidentally grope someone in slow motion. The whole thing plays like a horny cartoon series where you just tap around, click on random stuff, and suddenly you’ve got a naked girl stuck halfway in a changing booth, ass out, and you’re there deciding if you’re gonna help her… or “help” her. The game knows exactly what you’re here for, too. It throws you into these little episodes, like you go to a cosplay shop “just to look” and five minutes later there’s a busty catgirl on her knees fiddling with your zipper while pretending she dropped something. There’s this one bathroom scene where you’re using your powers to see through the damn stall and the girl inside starts touching herself, and the camera just hangs there, focusing way too long on her fingers and her thighs squeezing together. I actually had to pause because my phone got hot. Real hot. Or maybe that was just me. Anyway, the humor hits weirdly good sometimes, like Misty popping up mid jerk session to roast you for being a perv while you’re literally still stroking it. The MC talks a bit like a horny Reddit user, which is stupid, but it made me laugh once when he tried to act romantic and then immediately asked if her boobs were real. And the town looks all cute and cozy, but every second girl you meet is stacked and wearing something that clearly fails every dress code ever made. At one point I was trying to follow this “serious” plot about monsters in town, but then a vampire chick bent over a desk with her big ass filling the screen completely nuked my attention span and I forgot why I came there. I mean why the character came there. Whatever. The mobile version is honestly too dangerous in public. It plays fine, tap to move, tap to talk, tap to touch what you probably shouldn’t, and the animated scenes are way more intense than the still stuff. There’s this blowjob scene where the girl keeps eye contact the whole time, cheeks bulging, spit running down, and the movement is just rough enough to feel a bit messy, not all perfect loop like some sterile porn. It’s not even subtle about the harem thing, either. You flirt with one girl, fondle another, spy on the shy one masturbating behind her curtains, use your powers to mess with clothes, then the game is like “yeah they all kinda like you now, keep going.” Romance is there, I guess, in a horny anime way. They blush, you tease, they flash you “by accident,” you go home and nut over it. And then Misty shows up again, annoyed you’re using godlike power mostly to see nipples. She complains, threatens you, then hands you more ways to be a degenerate. Honestly she might be the real pervert here.

Kid with no powers, in a school where everyone throws fireballs and mind blasts like it is gym class, already sounds like one of those loser-to-god anime plots, right? Here it leans into that fantasy, but horny and kind of mean in a fun way. You start as this regular guy who gets treated like trash, and slowly your hidden “gift” wakes up. First moments are pretty slow: walking around school corridors, poking at menus, talking with classmates that think they are hot shit because they can melt walls. Then the game starts slipping in the lewd stuff, first really soft. A hand resting too long on your shoulder, a button too low on a girl’s uniform, the teacher bending over the desk in skirt that should be illegal, voice acting just a bit too sultry for normal class. I liked that it doesn’t instantly throw twelve naked monster girls on your face, and at the same time I hated it, because I am an impatient animal and wanted to see someone get filled right away.

The whole school is a sandbox where you wander, bump into events, get in stupid fights and occasionally end up with a schoolgirl in stockings on your crotch. Combat is turn based, like some cheap JRPG clone, but with funny details: one moment you are choosing skills to punch a tentacle beast in the face, next moment the same tentacle beast is pinning a girl to the ground and you are deciding if you finish the fight or leave it a bit longer just to watch the animation. There is this one scene in the training yard with a monster girl “sparring partner” that pretends she is just testing your breaking point, and it escalates to her wrapping around you, riding you slow while barking orders, making you cum inside her as part of the “exam”. The way her voice cracks when she demands another round feels way more honest than most porn games that try to sound all perfect. And then later you see her in class, totally normal, hair up, reading notes, like she didn’t milk you dry next to the lockers. That stupid disconnect is what sold me. Also the MC’s superpower, when it finally pops, is actually busted as hell in both combat and sex, but I will not spoil it, only that multiple penetration stops being a group activity and becomes almost like a skill in your hotbar. Watching the animations where he has one girl on his cock, another on his fingers, a third licking his balls while he still throws energy blasts at some monster in the background is ridiculous, kind of goofy, and honestly exactly what this genre needs. It is messy, horny, and sometimes the pacing is fucked, but I kept checking it on my phone on the toilet, so that probably says more than any “serious review”.

Power Fantasy Mayor is one of those games that looks stupid in the best way and then suddenly you realize you are min-maxing orgasms like it’s a gacha spreadsheet. The setup is simple: city in chaos, weird virus, council is gone, you are the last idiot standing and now you are the mayor with absolute authority over everyone’s body and life. The story pretends to care about morality for about five minutes, then it basically asks you: do you want to be a half decent guy who still uses his new power to peek at tits from the CCTV system, or do you just go full corruption route and turn the whole town into your personal porn studio. It calls itself a “choice” game and technically that’s true, but let’s be honest, when the game gives you a dialogue like “protect citizen” or “check how deep she can take it”, it already knows what button you will click.

What I liked a lot, from a gamification nerd view, is how the corruption and affection numbers work almost like a fake RPG level system. Every time you pass some new law or push your power too far, the city’s “mood” shifts and scenes unlock that literally didn’t exist before. You think it’s just flavor text, but then suddenly that strict teacher you saw in a boring meeting earlier is now sneaking into your office after curfew, panting, on her knees, because your new “mandatory health inspection” order says the mayor needs to personally “check oral reflexes”. There is zero subtlety. It’s funny. One time I forced through a curfew rule just to see what happens, and next in-game day there’s a scene where two girls try to sneak past the patrols, get caught on camera, and you watch the replay first like some voyeur cop, then you can literally teleport there using your weird paranormal powers and decide if you punish them with public anal or pretend to be nice and invite them into a “safe room”. I picked the fake nice route and the game still rewarded me with them making out on the couch and you just sit there as mayor, watching, waiting until they pull you in. Consent is… flexible here.

The superpower stuff is funny because it feels like the dev had one idea after reading a bad hentai doujin and just layered everything on top. Sometimes you are reading about infection rates, then suddenly you freeze time so you can walk around a locker room, stripping the bustiest girl in the squad and positioning her like a doll, then unpause and watch her lose it with full ahegao because now her bra just “mysteriously vanished” in front of her classmates. There is also this whole thing with public speeches where you can influence mass behavior: pick a calm, responsible speech and the city becomes manageable, or you go full cult leader, shirt slightly open, promising “new freedoms” and the whole square turns into a huge exhibitionist playground later. The game doesn’t explain the math, but there is clearly some hidden stat that tracks how degenerate your policies are, because after a while even random NPCs start doing lesbian stuff in back alleys if you keep making pervy laws. The harem angle is both fun and kind of broken: you collect girls from different factions, each with her own corruption level, but once they all live in your mansion, scenes start to repeat with tiny changes and it feels a bit like using the same sticker pack on Telegram for every reply. Also the UI has this tiny confirm button on the bottom right that you have to hit every time you change a policy and it drove me crazy for like twenty minutes straight and I still hate it. Anyway, the best part for me was when I passed a law about “mandatory camera checks” and then later caught my own security chief on-screen, on her knees, choking on a dildo-shaped training device she swears is “for interrogation practice” while your character just laughs and tells her to prove it on the real thing. The game pretends to be about saving a city but it’s actually about how far you can push people until they beg you to own them.

You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.

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

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