Keiichi feels like that dude who sits alone in the corner of a beach bar, pretending he’s “just enjoying the view” while his entire life is quietly catching fire. The game throws you right into his vacation, into this fake-relaxing tropical vibe where the air smells like sunscreen and cheap cocktails, and suddenly every girl you meet has a body that makes you forget what you were going to say. It looks like some light romantic thing at first, all smiles at the hotel café, sand stuck between toes, sun on brown skin, but it doesn’t stay soft. One moment you’re sharing iced coffee with a curvy Brazilian waitress, watching her ass sway when she leans over to clean a table, and the next she’s teasing you under the counter with her foot, pressing her soft sole against your crotch while she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. She laughs when you spill your drink, by the way. Total bully energy, and I kind of hated it and loved it.

The whole story is written like this messy diary he’s keeping on his phone, like when you open Google Docs at night and write stuff you’d never send to anyone. Some scenes are sweet in a painful way. You’re on the beach at sunset with this latina girl who pretends she just wants to talk about “future plans” and family drama, but the camera just sits way too long on her tits pushed up in that bikini, on tan thighs crossed in the sand. She puts her feet in your lap, wriggling her toes like it’s nothing, and casually asks if you’ve ever had your dick sucked on an empty shore. Cue choice screen: be a gentleman, or let her slowly slide down, her lips wrapping around you while waves crash in the background. You can pick if he’s loyal or just a horny idiot, but no matter what you choose, you still feel like a creep checking all the routes. There’s a party scene too, loud music, glow sticks, everyone half-drunk, her lipstick smeared as she pushes you into a dark corner near the pool and takes you in her mouth, choking and giggling, then asking if you’d still call her in the morning. You probably won’t.

The game keeps throwing women at you like you’re the last man on earth. Big tits bouncing in tight tops at the hotel café, big asses in tiny shorts walking ahead of you on the boardwalk, different skin tones, different attitudes. One is shy and romantic, blushing when your hand brushes her ankle, then later she’s the one giving you a slow, almost worshipful footjob on the bed, her painted toes gripping your shaft while she whispers that she wants to belong to you. Another girl flirts with your friends, flirts with everyone actually, and if you follow the wrong choices she heads off with some other guy, and the game just lets you sit in that sick netorare feeling, reading Keiichi’s jealous diary entry where he pretends it doesn’t bother him. Sometimes the choices feel fake, like they clearly want you to go for the full harem route, with all of them orbiting around your dick on this “vacation that changes everything”, but then there are these tiny moments where someone refuses you, or talks about old wounds, and suddenly your porn game turns into late-night emotional torture. Still, every time I told myself I’d stick to one wholesome romance, I ended up at another beach party, staring at bouncing tits in a wet bikini top, toes sliding along my shaft under the table, and clicking the most trash option available without even pretending to be a good guy.

Game feels like somebody ripped a horny Overwatch fanfic out of an old Discord server, glued a point and click shell on top, then actually bothered to give it different endings instead of just spamming “good girl, now swallow” until credits. You’re this nobody guy who somehow ends up on a date with D.Va, and it starts pretty cute, like awkward flirting, small talk, her showing off a bit, lots of teasing. Then you blink twice and suddenly her lipstick is smeared, her mascara is half ruined, and you’ve got her on her knees between your legs, looking up with that fake innocent smile and an ahegao that would get banned on Twitch in one second. It goes from “omg senpai noticed me” to “yeah, you belong on your knees, don’t you?” so fast my brain lagged harder than my old laptop opening Chrome with 20 tabs.

What I like is how the game lets you be either soft yandere or full corrupted asshole without telling you “this is the good route” in big friendly letters. You can actually romance her a bit, take her on what feels like a real date, be gentle when you touch her thighs, enjoy her being bratty and smug. She flirts, she jokes, she pretends she’s in control. Then you can casually twist it: a bit of blackmail here, public teasing there, one choice where you “accidentally” grope her ass too long, another where you push her to show more skin in front of others. The humiliation creeps up slow, like a virus, until she’s jerking you off under a table with people right behind the door, trying not to moan while you call her a filthy little camgirl. It’s actually kind of romantic in a fucked up way, which makes it worse, so of course I loved it. Although, I’m still annoyed the text box sometimes covers her feet right when the footjob scene starts. I kept trying to drag it with my mouse like an idiot, like this is Photoshop, not a porn game. Still pisses me off and there’s no option for UI scale.

Sex scenes are messy in a good way. You’ve got her riding you in POV with her tongue out, cum dripping down her belly, then suddenly a branch where you can shove her face into the mattress and go anal, or keep it sweet and just keep thrusting into her pussy until she begs for a creampie. Sometimes the game lets you share her, too, and watching her get used by more than one guy while she pretends she hates it, then her eyes roll back when they cover her face, that hits a very specific brain kink. There’s also a route where you switch from dominant to kinda submissive, letting her sit on your face, grind that big ass on your mouth and talk down to you while she uses a toy on herself, and it’s weirdly adorable and degrading at the same time. You can screw up and get endings where she leaves you, or where she’s just broken, used, a little doll who masturbates for strangers’ approval while you watch from behind a screen like some creepy producer. My only real complaint, besides that damn text box, is that some transitions feel like someone skipped a couple pages in the script; one moment she’s just blushing from a kiss, next moment she’s being filmed covered in cum in front of other people, like I missed three important choices. But honestly, it still felt closer to late night horny roleplay on Telegram than a clean, polished porn VN, and that chaotic energy kind of fits her.

I swear this game started like a joke. I opened it expecting some lazy swipe-right simulator with recycled anime faces, but it slapped me with this weird mix of horny sincerity and unhinged chaos. The first match I got wasn’t even hot at first glance - looked like someone’s OC from a forgotten DeviantArt page - but ten minutes later I was reading her chat logs like they were gospel. The writing flirts between cringe and genius. Sometimes she’ll tease you with a line that sounds like it came from a bad fanfic, then follow it with something so filthy it short-circuits your brain. I caught myself grinning like an idiot. That’s embarrassing to admit, but whatever.

There’s this rhythm to it, like the devs knew exactly how long to keep you waiting before dropping the next explicit scene. Not that the pacing’s perfect - half the time I was yelling at my phone because the dialogue wheel bugged out or the transitions froze mid-thrust (yeah, that happened). But when it works, it *really* works. The futa characters all have that exaggerated anatomy thing going on - huge everything - but it’s not just about size. There’s personality behind it, like each one’s got a story that’s been fermenting in some dark corner of the internet for years. You can tell someone poured way too much love into making sure the teasing feels personal. It’s messy, sure, but that’s kind of the charm.

The weirdest part? The game pretends to be about romance, but it’s really about control. You think you’re choosing dialogue options, but half the time the girls are steering you like a toy. There’s a scene with a rooftop confession that spirals into something obscene so fast I actually laughed out loud. It shouldn’t work. It does. And yet, I still hate that the text font looks like something from a 2009 flash game. Why is that what sticks with me? Maybe because everything else feels too alive, too raw, like it shouldn’t even be on a phone screen.

Lily starts as that kind of girl you scroll past on Instagram and think, yeah, cute, but she probably just posts coffee and lecture notes. Then the game opens and she is literally staring at the OnlyPorn sign-up page, and you feel that little itch like, ok, this is going to escalate fast. It’s not a slow burn at all, which I liked and also kind of hated, because the first time she records herself playing with a toy, I hadn’t even finished messing with stats and suddenly I’m in POV view of her fingers between her thighs and the first creampie talk shows up like it’s totally normal. The game treats her “career change” the way idle clickers treat gold income: numbers going up, clothes going down. You juggle her energy, horniness and whatever social meter they call it, keep booking shoots or one-on-one fan meets, and everything spirals. One day she’s testing a basic dildo on cam, next run you’re lining up a group shoot where she’s on all fours, tits bouncing, one guy in her ass, one in her pussy, and someone else is just using her mouth like a free toy. There’s no big speech about her losing innocence, it’s more like, “Oh, look, your blowjob skill leveled, congrats, now people will pay more to watch her swallow.”

What I liked a lot is how the routes sort of feel like male love interests without the “love” part. You get the rich suit who treats her like a high-end escort and wants elegant hotel bondage and footjobs under the table while his friends pretend not to watch. There’s the gym guy, all muscles and zero brain cells, who mostly exists to pick her up and fuck her against mirrors, cum dripping down her thighs while she laughs like she didn’t almost fall. There is one soft boy who starts as a virgin fan, and that route hurts in a sexy way, because you’re basically training him while corrupting her, using POV scenes where she guides his hand on her boob, then suddenly she’s riding him and he’s whining he’s gonna cum too fast, and you have that tiny otome brain cell screaming “protect him” while the game just gives you a “humiliate” option. And yeah, I clicked it. And yeah, it was hot when she called him her “practice toy” while milking him for the third time. The lesbian bits sneak in too, like side content, but some of the best teasing is there: Lily grinding against another camgirl on a couch, both of them topless, hands sliding to places the camera “accidentally” catches. There’s a voyeurism angle with streaming where you schedule public stuff, like flashing in a changing room or masturbating in front of a window, and chat explodes, and of course the game rewards you for being a shameless exhibitionist. The management part is simple on paper, but I kept restarting runs because I wanted different kinks to show up: one cycle I focused on domination perks and suddenly she’s pinning guys down, using their faces, making them jerk off while she barely touches them, spitting casual insults like it’s her native language. Another run I went more submissive and you get scenes where she’s collared, used by multiple men, her ass reddened, cum dripping from both holes while the game treats it as “good performance.” Some dream scenes try to push it further with weird futa teasing and soft NTR vibes, but they stay optional, and I actually forgot to turn off one kink in the settings and got a pegging surprise that made me pause for a second and then just shrug and keep going. Still annoyed I cannot change her haircut, by the way. No reason, it just bothers me every time I open the wardrobe menu and see it stuck like that. Anyway, the animations are surprisingly expressive, tits have actual weight, the way she arches when she orgasms feels more like a person than a loop, and hearing the little breathy whimpers layered over wet sound effects while the money counter ticks up is the sort of trashy satisfaction that had me telling myself “one more day” and then grinding a full new cycle because I wanted to see what happens when her corruption hits max and she starts suggesting group sex ideas before the fans even ask.

There’s something trashy-beautiful about how this game doesn’t even pretend to care about subtlety. The first time I saw the MC walk back into that sleepy monster-town, I laughed out loud - not because it’s funny, but because the art has this weird warmth, like the lines were drawn by someone who actually felt horny while drawing. Everyone’s eyes look too wet, and there's a kind of sticky gloss over the skin shading that almost makes you want to touch the screen. The music? I swear the menu theme sounds like it was made on one of those free phone apps people use when they can’t sleep. But then again, it fits: cheap melodies under raw desire. And it works better than it should.

I remember this one moment with the mom-character - or maybe aunt, I lost track - she’s leaning over the kitchen counter, tail twitching slow, voice low enough that you have to turn the volume up just to catch the breath between her words. Then bam, the handjob CG hits like a punch in the gut. It's not just erotic, it’s oddly *personal*, like watching someone else’s secret being filmed badly on purpose. The dialogue is clumsy, sure, but the timing of the moans and the shaky breathing clips make it feel real. The dev probably recorded them in a closet somewhere. I respect that. At the same time, some of the school scenes drag forever, especially the teasing stuff - too much text, too little payoff. Yet I still read every line because the writing accidentally slips into poetry when describing the character’s tail brushing against skin. No idea if that was meant to happen.

Weirdly enough, I kept thinking about how the corruption mechanics don’t make sense - the girls fall for you too fast, and somehow it works better that way. The story says it’s romance, but nah, it’s more like emotional vandalism dressed up as affection. Half the time I got bored, the other half I was grinning like an idiot. It reminds me of licking cheap candy: it melts ugly but tastes good anyway.

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.

Caroline used to be the kind of girl who never checked price tags. Now she’s counting every bill and pretending the cheap motel sheets don’t itch. That’s where this game hits you first: it throws her from penthouse to gutter and then just... leaves you there with her, in this giant, hungry city that wants her body, her pride, and probably her last cigarette. You’re not some faceless god, you’re stuck in her skin, making choices that feel way too personal. One moment she’s arguing with a sleazy landlord who keeps staring at her ass instead of the contract, next moment you’re hovering on that “accept” button while he offers a “discount” if she just bends a little. Or a lot. It’s not instant porn spam, it’s more like a slow infection in her head. She starts the story all proud, expensive hair, that cold rich-girl look, walking like her tits are made of gold. Then the city keeps kicking her, and every time you help her stand up you quietly steal something from her: a bit of shame here, some dignity there, another tiny “no” turning into a shaky “...maybe.”

The game is very horny but never feels like someone yelling “SEX NOW” in your face. Caroline’s body is a constant presence: big tits under a blouse that’s a little too thin, big ass in a skirt that rides up on the bus when the driver brakes too hard, guys staring, women judging, everyone wanting something. There’s this bar job where she’s supposed to just bring drinks, right? First shift, easy money, some teasing, swinging her hips because tips grow when she “forgets” to button that one button. Then the manager stands way too close in the storage room and you get that classic choice: push him away and keep your so-called morals, or flirt harder and maybe earn enough to actually eat. The arousal stat is sneaky here, she gets turned on in the wrong moments, like when someone grabs her wrist and talks into her ear, and you hate it but also kind of love watching her confused by her own body. One route I went full “good girl” and she still ended up in a filthy situation because the city doesn’t give a shit about your perfect stats. Another time I let her slide into corruption and it was honestly hot and ugly together, her acting like she’s in control while everybody clearly knows her price better than she does.

There’s something satisfying and a bit fucked up in watching her confidence go up when she uses her curves as a weapon, even when it’s obvious she’s being used right back. The animations help a lot: small things like her biting her lip when a boss’s hand sits on her thigh too long, or that moment she spreads her legs just a bit wider on a couch “by accident” when the guy she needs money from is sitting across. Sex scenes feel earned, even when they’re completely trashy. Like that time I had her accept a “private deal” in a luxury office, glass windows showing the whole city while she’s on her knees under the desk, trying not to smudge her makeup on his cock. She starts doing it for rent, for food, for survival, but after a while she starts doing it because it makes her feel something again. Or maybe that’s just me coping. The choices don’t scream at you, they just sit there, quiet, and then five scenes later you realize you pushed her from spoiled brat to perfect little toy without even planning it. It’s dirty, kind of depressing, very hot, and weirdly intimate in the way a bad decision at midnight is intimate. Caroline is not a hero. She’s just expensive meat trying to put a price on herself before someone else does it for her.

Girl goes to a “normal” summer camp job and ends up getting body‑jacked by a horny fertility goddess with zero boundaries, that’s the vibe here. She clocks in expecting brats, mosquitos and bad cafeteria food, and instead wakes up with a thick new surprise between her legs and a goddess in her head giggling like “oops, my hand slipped.” From that point it’s not really a camp anymore, it’s a playground. You’re walking around this peaceful fantasy forest with cabins and lakes and then suddenly you’re pinballed between monster babes, stacked milfs and campers who are way too curious about what you’re hiding in those shorts. The game leans hard into her being both the teaser and the toy. One moment she’s pressing some poor flustered girl up against a tree and groping those tits like she’s kneading dough, and the next she’s on her knees with her own mouth full, acting like this was not in the job description while clearly enjoying every second. Classic “I shouldn’t… but I absolutely will.”

I like how the main girl starts out kinda panicked, like “what the hell is this thing hanging from me” and five scenes later she’s using it like a laser pointer to get people’s attention. There’s this one bit where a big‑ass, big‑tits camp counselor milf corners her in the storage shack, half scolding, half staring at the bulge, and slowly drags a hand down over it. That grab is shameless, the kind where you can almost hear the fabric stretch. Then she drops to her knees and you get this sloppy, messy oral scene where the milf is way too experienced, like she’s been waiting years for someone to show up with this exact equipment. Contrast that with the shy monster girl in the woods, who pretends she wants to “study” the new anatomy and ends up getting pinned against a rock, tail twitching while she’s ground on until she’s begging. The flirting is actually funny sometimes, very “lesbian disaster with magic dick tries to act smooth and fails” and I’m into that energy. Some dialogues are awkward in the wrong way though, like someone typed it on their phone during a bus ride and never read it again, but somehow that fits the messy, horny chaos of the story. Nothing is polished, everything is thirsty, and the goddess just keeps whispering in her head like a rude little coach, egging her on to go further, get rougher, try new holes, push new buttons. It all snowballs fast, from teasing and light groping at the lake to full‑on futa pounding behind the cabins, pussy eating in the showers, and girls sitting on her face like it’s a camp activity. At some point you forget there was ever a normal job involved at all, which is honestly exactly the point.

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.

Remote islands in games always make me think of runaway brides and moody seaside editorials, not a horny young doctor patching up people who may or may not be possessed by something that wants to crawl under his skin. This one feels like someone mixed a medical drama, a ghost story and a porn parody in one Pinterest board, then forgot to tidy anything. You arrive as this fresh doctor, supposed to learn from a famous woman that just… is not there. She is everywhere in the story, in whispers, in family photos, in that weird smell in the clinic hallway, but she’s also gone. Same energy as when I send a lingerie sketch to a client and they “love it” and then vanish. The island itself feels like a big, damp bedroom. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone hides something. People come to your clinic with a fever and leave with your hands on places that are definitely not in any medical manual. And under that, there is this constant small fear that the body you are touching is not completely their own. Something rides them, slides inside their eyes, speaks through their mouths. It’s hot for a second and then you get that little cold under the spine that usually only happens when Gmail crashes right after you hit “send sample pics”.

What I really like is how the erotic part and the horror part keep tripping over each other. You have these older women, very self aware, playing the nurturing card with a little too much tongue, like a MILF campaign from a cheap underwear brand, only with more blood tests. They tease you, they act all motherly, then they say something that sounds like it belongs to someone much older, or not even human, and suddenly the whole vibe flips. There is a scene where one of them comes in late, storm outside, clothes half soaked, asking for a check-up in a tone that is clearly “fuck me on the exam bed, doctor”. The lighting, the breathing, the little touches, it all builds up, and you are so busy undressing her that you almost miss the moment her voice shifts, a second personality pushing through while you still have your fingers inside her. That fucked me up in a good way. I design harness bras on my iPad with Procreate running, Spotify in the back, then I alt-tab to this game in Chrome and suddenly I’m thinking about how to make lingerie that looks like it could be used in an exorcism and in a family dinner at same time. And there is this whole incest twist floating through some of the families on the island, spoken half-open, half like forbidden fabric you only use on special orders. People call each other “son” and “aunt” and you are not always sure if the soul inside that body is actually related or just borrowing the title. I kind of wish the clinic had more small props, like disposable gloves stacked wrong or mismatched curtains, but it will probably stay like this forever and that’s oddly fitting. The romance parts go from sweet to fucked to sweet again with no warning, one minute you’re gently comforting a scared girl, next minute something that might be The Nightrest is whispering through her lips that it knows exactly how your cock tastes from “another time”. Then everyone acts normal again, like the game gaslight you. I kept telling myself I’m here for “research”, for fabric inspiration, but by the time the lights flickered in the hallway during a blowjob scene, I realized I was just horny and slightly afraid of my own bedsheets.