This thing feels like someone mashed up a trashy late-night sitcom with a horny demon power fantasy and then just... didn’t bother to clean it up. You’re this baby incubus clown who gets cut off by daddy hell-money and has to go scam a “normal” human family by yelling you’re their lost son. That alone tells you the tone. It’s not classy. It’s not “sensual.” It’s a walking disaster of bad decisions, fake drama, mom thirst, and the kind of low-blow humor you’d expect from a Discord server that should’ve been shut down months ago. And it actually works half the time. One moment you’re laughing because the MC is a cocky idiot talking big about domination and “ancient incubus arts,” and five minutes later he’s getting a titjob he did not even deserve, because the game decided his bullshit pheromones just flipped the switch in her brain. It plays like a corruption porn parody where everyone still tries to act like they have morals for about five seconds, then the scent hits and suddenly panties, bras, and standards are gone.

The whole cheating angle is handled in that “oh no, this is wrong” way where the characters say it once, then keep doing it again and again, and you’re there going, yeah sure, very guilty, while she’s riding the MC on the couch with the husband in the next room. And it leans hard into voyeur stuff too. You’re peeking through cracked doors, listening at walls, watching someone finger herself thinking about the “son,” then later walking in like you didn’t just hear everything. There’s a fun little loop with the incubus power where the more you toy with them, the bolder they get. A bit of spanking here, some “accidental” groping there, subtle scent cranked up, and suddenly the MILF is grinding on your lap “joking,” the daughter is masturbating in the shower whispering your name, and you’re pretending this is all some deep character growth. It’s not. It’s just a slow slide from teasing and handjobs toward full-on oral, titfucks, and messy vaginal scenes that feel like a badly timed punchline. The humor is hit-or-miss as hell. Sometimes the MC drops a line that legit made me snort, sometimes he sounds like a rejected Reddit shitposter trying to roleplay as a demon god of pussy. And there’s this weird mystical layer on top, like it remembers every now and then that you’re actually a supernatural creature and not just some random perv couch-crashing at a stranger’s house, so you get little bits of “training” and talk about being a stronger incubus, while you’re still secretly jerking off after spying on the stepmom with a sex toy she swears she hasn’t used in years.

What I actually liked is that the sex isn’t just “click scene, watch loop, nut, next.” You mess with their heads a bit. You gaslight their libido. You throw in some playful domination, a hand on the throat, push them up against the counter, talk filthy in their ear, and the game lets you see them shift from shy and hesitant to “please choke me harder, son.” It’s fucked up, sure, but it fits the vibe. Some of the animated stuff really sells the weight of tits bouncing on your cock or the mouth sliding down in a sloppy blowjob, and then other times it looks janky as hell, like someone animated it half asleep, but you’re already invested so you let it slide. I kinda wish they pushed the voyeurism even more, like having routes where you don’t touch them at first, just watch them corrupt themselves under your influence, walking around with that swollen ass and no panties, “accidentally” bending over in front of you. Would be fun to see them add more twisted “mystery” stuff too, like neighbors smelling the incubus aura and getting dragged into the mess, or some jealous supernatural chick trying to cockblock your corruption spree. But nah, for now it’s mostly you, your scent, some fucked up fake family dynamics, a big-ass MILF with zero chance of staying faithful, a walking stereotype of a horny girl with no self-control, and you pretending this whole thing is some kind of grand incubus coming-of-age story instead of what it really is: low-brow, dirty, often stupid, and absolutely built for people who like to watch morals collapse in slow motion while they laugh and jerk off.

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

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

Everyone tells you college will change your life. In this one it changes before you even unpack your damn suitcase. You’re this clueless freshman, half horny, half anxious, dragged into a house party hosted by Devin, the kind of guy who somehow knows everyone on campus by day two. The place is the usual student chaos: solo cups everywhere, some shitty playlist on loop, people grinding in the kitchen for no reason. And right in the middle of it, someone pulls out a bottle and suddenly the whole night turns into one long “how far will you go if everyone’s watching” test. Nothing hardcore at first, just little dares, stupid teasing, that slow, annoying build where you keep thinking “ok now someone is finally going to take something off” and then they chicken out. Or you accidentally click the “wuss” option because your finger slipped on the phone screen and now the whole room is laughing and you kind of deserve it.

The game feels like you’re poking around a messy Instagram story you can actually control. It’s point and click, yeah, but it’s more like reading horny chat logs that suddenly turn into choices you’re not ready for. You creep through rooms, find people alone on balconies, half-dressed in bathrooms, making out in dark corners, and you get that voyeur vibe going strong. Like that moment you walk in on two girls arguing over a dare and one of them is already topless, arms crossed over these huge tits that the artist clearly loved way too much, and you’re just standing there pretending you were totally looking for the fridge. The game lets you lean into that creeping, makes you peek around doors, hover your mouse where you shouldn’t, check a mirror to catch reflections of someone stripping in the other room. It’s a “no actual sex yet” kind of ride, but they push groping and grinding and clothes coming off so close to the edge that you’re basically begging the story to misbehave. There’s romance too, in that messy party way: you flirt with one girl, tease another, accidentally walk in on some interracial couple making out on the couch, and the game just shrugs like “you want to join or what.” And then suddenly it’s asking you to choose who you really want to impress, even though you kinda want them all, because harem brain hits fast when you’re a horny freshman with zero real-life experience and too many options.

What I like is how the text keeps clowning on you. You choose the “smooth” line and the narration throws shade like “wow, you really said that.” The humor is dumb, self-aware, a bit trashy, and the AI CG girls somehow look both cute and a little uncanny at the same time, which accidentally fits the whole awkward college vibe. Big asses in tight jeans, short skirts that are just waiting for some drunken exhibitionism dare, that one shy girl who turns into total chaos when someone suggests stripping for “equality,” and the way the game slowly corrupts your choices. At first you play nice, you’re empathetic, you worry if someone is uncomfortable. Later you’re clicking on options like “keep staring” and “touch her ‘by accident’” and pretending you’re still a good guy. You’re not. You’re the dude who learns the timing of the bottle spins to aim it at the girl you want to undress, the dude who checks the patio window just to catch someone grinding in the dark. It’s messy, horny, text heavy, more teasing than payoff, like one very long party that never quite ends in a bedroom, but you stay anyway because every new spin of the bottle might finally cross that line you want it to cross. Or maybe you just want to see who drops their clothes next. Same thing.

Vanesa’s office looks like one of those high-end wellness apps tried to cosplay as a porn set and failed in a sexy way. Soft lighting, too much white, some fake plant in the corner, and this huge leather chair that basically screams “you’re going to do something you regret here.” You play this poor corporate drone who pretends to be there for “stress” and “performance anxiety,” but let’s be real, you’re there because she’s a futa shrink with big tits, lazy confidence and that slow way of talking that makes every normal sentence sound like a dirty suggestion. The game doesn’t waste time with complex fake psychology bullshit. She asks a few surface questions, looks bored, then starts poking at all your insecurities: your job, your dick, your relationships, your self-control. And she does it while slowly closing physical distance, touching your wrist a little too long, adjusting her glasses while staring straight at your crotch, that kind of teasing that hurts in a good way. It feels like those fucked up horny thoughts you get at work when you see a hot manager walk by and wonder what would happen if you just stopped being a decent human for a moment.

What I didn’t expect is how much the therapy vibe is used as an excuse to blur consent in this very specific “you are technically agreeing but you know she’s playing you” way. She gives you “exercises” that start innocent and then suddenly her hand is on your thigh, and you’re getting a slow, clinical handjob while she keeps this professional tone like she’s reading from a self-help audiobook. When she goes down for oral, she doesn’t transform into some wild porn actress; she stays calm, measured, like she’s testing you, watching your reaction as if she’s tracking progress on a chart. The best part is how she talks about your partner, like a case study. She keeps asking about them, how the sex is, what’s missing, why you’re fantasizing about someone else. Then she casually suggests “practice sessions” to help you “perform better at home,” which is fucking hilarious because you can literally feel she doesn’t give a shit about saving your relationship. There is this cold spark of ownership behind her eyes. The game calls it therapy, but it’s closer to grooming you into her personal toy, and the netorare/netori angle hits harder because it’s not loud or dramatic, it’s slow, it’s a creep of boundaries. One moment you’re fully dressed talking about stress, the next she has your cock in her mouth and she’s asking you, in this calm tone, if you think your partner could ever satisfy you like this. It’s intimate and fucked up at the same time, and the more you go back to her, the less you even pretend you’re there to “heal” anything. You’re just chasing that strange mix of shame, relief, and the feeling that someone smart and dangerous has their fingers wrapped around both your mind and your dick.

The Builder hits different when you're scrolling through adult games at 1 AM wondering why your dating life resembles a construction site - all foundation problems and nothing getting erected properly. This isn't your typical "hot singles in your area" fantasy though. You're literally commissioned to build a memorial in some remote northern village, which sounds about as sexy as assembling IKEA furniture until you realize the real job description involves repopulating the entire female population. Talk about false advertising on the work contract.

What gets me is how they frame this whole breeding mission like you're some kind of fertility superhero sent to save humanity. The village women need babies to prevent extinction, and apparently you're the chosen sperm donor with architectural skills. It's weirdly wholesome for a game where you're basically going around creampie-ing everyone in sight. The pregnancy mechanics actually matter here - you're tracking cycles, watching bellies grow, dealing with morning sickness drama. One minute you're laying bricks for this memorial, next minute you're laying pipe to fulfill your biological destiny. The voyeurism elements let you peek around corners watching daily village life unfold, which adds this creepy-but-compelling stalker vibe to the whole experience.

The choice-based system means you can't just button-mash your way through conversations like some horny speedrunner. You actually have to charm these women, learn their stories, figure out who responds to teasing versus who wants the romantic buildup. Some want oral foreplay, others jump straight to vaginal action - the variety keeps things interesting even when you're essentially working through a checklist of wombs to fill. The harem aspect develops naturally as relationships overlap and pregnancies progress simultaneously. By year's end you've got this weird domestic situation where you're the village stud, memorial builder, and soon-to-be father to half the next generation. It's like playing house but with actual consequences and a lot more bodily fluids involved.

Matthew is the kind of guy who should have a boring life. Office job, pretty fiancée, wedding planner app open on one monitor and Jira on the other. On paper he is normal. Inside his head he is a fucking swamp creature. The whole game lives in that swamp. Most of what you see is messenger threads, photo drops, late-night voice notes that might as well be curses from some old god of horny regret. One moment he is sending Ashley a cheesy selfie from the office bathroom, next moment an ex slides into his DMs with a half-naked pic that hits like a ritual knife. The screen fills with that familiar Telegram / WhatsApp style clutter, but every new message feels like you are cutting tiny veins in his future. It all looks casual at first, almost harmless. Just chats, a few AI-touched photos, some emojis, harmless teasing. Then the masturbation scenes creep in quietly, like mold. You are alone in his room, staring at photos you probably should delete. The text slows down. His thoughts start repeating, circling around the same ass, the same memory of a hotel room, the way Ashley’s friend looked at him at that party. There is nothing subtle about how the game treats lust. It wants you to wallow in it. It wants you to feel a bit disgusting while you scroll, like when you stalk your ex on Instagram and your thumb hovers over the like button on some old bikini shot. Except here you can push further and see what breaks first, his guilt or his dick.

The corruption path felt the most like some twisted romance ritual to me. You start with one "harmless" flirt line to a girl you absolutely should not text. Then you accept a suggestive photo. Then you send one back. The chat log turns into a slow summoning of a worse version of Matthew, message after message. At some point you are juggling windows: Ashley sending you sweet wedding ideas while another woman is asking what color your cum was last night. The voyeurism angle hits harder than I expected, because the game makes you read everything. You see other people’s typing bubbles, their typos, the way their tone changes when they get horny or jealous. Watching Ashley slowly doubt herself while you keep a secret chat alive in another tab feels like staring at a fish tank and removing the oxygen little by little. The game pretends to offer a pure "way of love", and maybe it is there, but I kept fucking it up. Even when I tried to stay loyal, I clicked one teasing option and suddenly I was neck-deep again, jerking off to a memory instead of talking to the woman I’m supposed to marry. It’s funny because the romance is actually kind of sweet in places, like those quiet text chains about nothing that somehow feel intimate. Then a single choice flips it and you are in NTR territory before you can blink, watching someone else touch what should be yours while your messages turn into little prayers nobody hears. I got mad at Ashley once for something that was clearly my fault, which is exactly the kind of petty human evil I like in these stories. It reminded me of reading Lovecraft on my phone in the bathroom, that same cold feeling that you are too small in front of your own urges. The only thing that really annoyed me was the damn notification sound effect they use in one chat. It hits slightly off-beat, like out of sync with the text, and I kept waiting for the dev to fix it in an update that never came.

Dan is that guy who thought getting into automation engineering would make life all clean and logical, then ends up resetting routers for boomers on tech support while his dick basically runs his decision making. Game starts pretty calm, him just being this slightly awkward dude at a soul killing job, and then boom, Christina walks back into his life. Old high school friend. The kind of “friend” you used to think about in the shower and then tell yourself it was just hormones. Now she’s grown into this walking temptation with huge tits, soft voice, and that mix of sweet and lowkey horny teasing that makes your brain lag like a shitty Discord call. The game really leans into that familiar energy, that weird nostalgia where you remember her as the girl eating fries in the cafeteria, but now she’s pressing those big boobs against your arm and asking if you “missed hanging out” with that innocent smile that is absolutely not innocent.

It plays like one of those slow burn visual novels where half the tension is in what you don’t say. You’re clicking through their chats, coffee meetups, small talk that clearly wants to be dirty talk, and the fun is in trying to read her mood from each CG, each little facial shift. One moment she’s joking about your boring office job, next moment she’s leaning too close, t-shirt pulling just enough to show cleavage that should be illegal, and you get that CG freeze of her looking up like “what, do my tits distract you?” And yes, they do, thanks for asking. There are scenes where she pretends to be all innocent, like “oh, I didn’t know this top was so tight,” while she very obviously knows exactly what she’s doing. That teasing is almost more intense than the actual hentai scenes. Almost. When you finally get those, they’re the kind of CGs where you stop clicking and just stare. Sweat, flushed skin, her legs spread on your couch after “just watching a movie,” and you can almost hear the cheap Netflix show still playing in the background while she rides you slowly, hair messy, cheeks red, tits bouncing while she tries to “keep it quiet.” Yeah, that whole “friends” thing does not survive very long.

What stuck with me is how the game sells that romance angle without pretending it’s some pure love story. It’s horny as hell, but it’s not just random fuck scenes thrown at you like a porn hub playlist. You get that build up: old memories, little jealous moments when she mentions other guys, the way she casually touches your shoulder then pulls back like she’s testing you. One CG where she hugs you from behind after a rough day and her boobs are basically wrapped around you like a warm anime pillow, and you can tell she knows what that does to you. They talk about stupid stuff too, like high school rumors and who dated who, and in between those lines you feel the “what if we had hooked up back then” tension. At some point she straight up asks if you ever had a crush on her, and depending on what you pick, the vibe of the next scene totally shifts. There’s this moment where she shows up in your place “just for a drink” in tight jeans and a top that can barely contain her chest, sits way too close, then starts playing with her hair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, throwing you looks like she wants you to fuck up and make the first move. When you finally push past all that and she lets you strip her, she still keeps that teasing energy, like biting her lip and pretending she’s shy while her body tells a completely different story. It’s messy, it’s horny, it feels like that dangerous zone between old friend and full-on girlfriend, where every choice might fuck things up or make her moan your name louder. And honestly, that’s exactly the fun part.

Cold air everywhere in this game, that kind of bluish light where everything looks quiet until you realize it’s not quiet at all - it’s full of moans. “The Builder” starts like a normal job story, some guy sent north to construct something that doesn’t matter after a while because what really matters is how quickly every woman in that town ends up wrapped around him. It’s strange how the plot pretends to be about architecture or duty, but then someone leans too close over a workbench and suddenly there’s no building left except the one between his legs. I liked that switch though, it feels messy in a way that’s believable, like people pretending they have control when clearly they don’t. The girls aren’t copy-paste dolls either; each has that tiny habit that sticks in your head - the smith wiping sweat off her collarbone, or the widow who keeps her eyes shut during oral scenes like she’s praying. That detail hit harder than expected.

Still, sometimes the pacing drags, like the builder forgot what he was doing mid-thrust. There’s a part with a riverbank that could’ve been hotter if the camera wasn’t so polite - I wanted it to stay longer, to show the mess, not fade out. And yeah, I know it’s supposed to be “romantic,” but come on, they’re all basically begging for creampie scenes anyway, so why tease the player? Maybe a DLC later could bring pregnancy progression visuals, just saying, not even for fetish reasons, more for closure. I also wish someone stopped calling him “master builder.” Sounds silly when everyone’s panting. But then again, maybe that’s the point - it becomes almost funny, and somehow that makes it dirtier.

What surprised me most? I actually cared when winter ended and half the village had swollen bellies. It felt weirdly wholesome in the filthiest way possible. Like, he built the memorial but also a new generation - two kinds of legacies tangled together. I closed the tab thinking about that smell of sawdust mixed with skin, wondering if the next update will ruin it or make it worse, hopefully worse.

Rotten city, busted neon, dead things screaming somewhere you don’t wanna look, and in the middle of that mess you’ve got this guy who still thinks with his dick half the time. That’s the vibe here. It’s not heroic, not clean, not “sexy apocalypse” like some gacha trash on mobile. It feels closer to those old grimy doujin games from the early 2000s, the ones that looked a bit cheap but had that weird soul. You walk around making choices that actually screw you over. One second you’re trying to save ammo, next second you’re pinned between a broken wall and something hungry and not exactly human. And the game just calmly gives you the option to grab a milf survivor with a huge ass and use her as a distraction, or risk yourself like some wannabe hero. The sex doesn’t come out of nowhere; it slides in when you’re already tense, like your brain is confused between fear and horniness. Kinda like watching an old guro OVA but then there’s soft tits bouncing in front of your face and you forget you’re supposed to be scared.

The big thing for me is how dirty the intimacy feels without going full edgy teen nonsense. You’ve got this thick milf with wide hips trying to keep morale up, teasing the MC to calm him down, letting him stare when she changes clothes behind half-broken blinds, pretending she doesn’t notice. There’s a scene where she’s leaning over a dusty sink, water barely running, washing blood off her hands, and you catch the reflection of her big tits moving in the cracked mirror. You can pretend you’re a gentleman and look away, or stay there, just watching, crotch getting tight while something crawls outside the door. Later she calls you out on it, very quiet, half smiling, half pissed, and depending on what you say she either lets you grope her against a boarded-up window or walks off and you end up jerking yourself in a dark corner, listening to undead moaning through the walls while you try not to groan too loud. That masturbation scene hit weirdly hard, actually, because it reminded me of sneaking eroge on an old CRT monitor, volume at 2, scared parents would hear, except here it’s monsters instead. The group sex stuff hits at the worst possible times, like when everyone’s half insane from stress and a monster attack just ended, bodies shaking, and suddenly you’re shoving your cock into a wet cunt while somebody else fills her ass, her voice cracking between sobs and pleasure. It’s hot, fucked up, sometimes too much, sometimes weirdly tender, and it never really stops feeling like you’re peeking at something you shouldn’t see. The horror is actually scary in some parts, which makes the lesbian shower scene behind fogged glass even more intense, the way their fingers slip between each other’s legs while they argue about whether they should just give up on being “good people” anymore. It’s not polished at all, animations are a bit stiff, some faces look strange in a frame or two, but honestly that almost helps. Like old 3dcg H-games that tried their best on a shitty PC, where the jank makes it feel more personal. I kept thinking I’d quit after one nut, but I kept clicking, just to see who breaks first, the monsters or the last bits of human decency in that house. Spoiler, it’s the panties. Every time.