Thanksgiving in this game feels like somebody spiked the gravy with lust potion and forgot to tell the hostess. You’re dropped in as this cocky asshole of an adventurer who’s supposed to help with a “magical feast,” but honestly you spend more time buried between thighs than near an oven. One moment you’re picking herbs in a sparkly forest, next moment a fairy with tits bigger than her head is straddling your face, teasing you with her wings and rubbing against your nose while she pretends you’re “just helping with pollen.” Yeah, sure. The point and click stuff is actually kinda nice on mobile, just tapping around, poking things, accidentally triggering voyeur scenes because you clicked the wrong bush and now you’re spying on a milf witch masturbating with a glowing wand that hums louder the closer she gets. She keeps moaning about needing “ingredients” while she’s grinding that wand over her clit, and your dude just hides like some pervy little goblin, rock hard, not even pretending he’s there for noble reasons.

The crazy part is how they mix silly humor with really filthy content. You’re chatting with a demon girl about stuffing turkeys, and two clicks later she’s talking about stuffing your ass instead, then shoving you onto a stone table and riding you like she’s trying to break your spine. She has these slight monster girl vibes, horns and tail, curling that tail around your throat while she bounces on your cock, big ass slapping against your hips. She calls it “ritual bonding,” but it’s just her making you cum three times while you beg her to slow down. Sometimes the sandbox exploration feels a little too open and I got lost in some enchanted village, wandering around tapping random doors until I ended up peeking through a window and seeing an aunt-like milf bent over the table, giant tits hanging, getting throat-fucked by some faceless spirit. You can choose to walk away, but of course I stayed, watching, hand slowly stroking under my clothes like some horny loser. I liked that the game just lets you be that creep without judging. The turn based combat is almost a joke, half the enemies are sexy ninjas or demon maids, and half of their attacks are teasing moves. One dark ninja girl pins you down as a “stun,” sits on your chest and makes you lick her through her tight outfit until your stamina drops, then you finish the fight by using some ridiculous superpower that blasts her clothes off and leaves her kneeling, panting, begging for your “mercy.” You can deny her or pull her hair and use her mouth, and the animation when she chokes on your cock, tears in her eyes, is surprisingly hot for something that also has slapstick moments with talking turkey legs. It feels like a horny fever dream cooked by a Disney fan who watched way too much hentai, and I kind of hate how much it worked on me.

It’s one of those games that pretends to be a soft, warm slice-of-life thing and then suddenly you’re in the middle of something that feels way too personal. The catgirl moves like she knows you’re staring - those little idle animations where she adjusts her top or flicks her tail, they get under your skin. You think it’s just another anime-style “simulator,” but no, the rhythm of it pulls you into this weird trance. There’s an AI-driven bit with her reactions, and sometimes she blushes at the wrong time, and that glitchy timing makes it hotter somehow. Like she’s trying to hide how much she wants it but the code betrays her.

The story pretends to care about unemployment and government programs, but nobody’s here for paperwork roleplay. There’s that moment - when you wake up, half-naked, and she’s hovering over you, ears twitching - and the dialogue stutters between sweet and filthy so fast it actually feels real. I swear the sound design deserves more credit; you can hear her breathing change when you choose the rougher response. The titfuck scene (yeah, that one) has this odd rhythm mismatch between animation loops, but your brain fills the gaps. And I hate that I noticed the lighting bug in the corner while also completely ignoring it because - well, priorities.

And yeah, maybe the game tries too hard to balance “romance” with raw lust. It doesn’t need to. When it leans into the messy stuff - her mewling during oral, the wet slap of skin when you’re losing control - it stops pretending to be polite. That’s when it works. That’s when it stops being a simulator and starts being something embarrassingly intimate. Still, I wish they’d fix the text speed option; it skips lines right before the creampie animation sometimes. But whatever. You’ll forget that quick enough once she looks up, cum dripping from her chin, eyes wide and empty-bright. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Star Periphery feels like someone smashed a lewd dating sim into a busted space freighter and just left the whole mess running. You’re this skinny space nobody with more hormones than sense, tossed into a universe where every second woman has a thick cock, big tits, a mean streak, or all three, and half the time you’re just trying not to stare while your eyes are glued to their asses anyway. It starts pretty simple, wandering around this rusty station full of flickering neon and suspicious stains, but it sneaks up on you. One moment you’re just checking a cargo manifest, next moment a smug futa customs officer has you pressed to a wall, one gloved hand casually groping your ass while she pretends to be “searching for contraband.” That scene sold me, honestly. The way she keeps her voice calm and bored while you’re clearly leaking through your panties, teasing you with slow strokes over the fabric, then just walks away like nothing happened. Loved it. Actually I hated it because I had to reload after choosing the coward dialog and missing half the scene, but that’s another thing.

The voyeur stuff is weirdly strong here. There’s this bit where you end up stuck in a crappy hostel pod, thin bulkhead, cheap audio insulation, and you can hear a monster girl mechanic in the next room railing some poor femboy trainee. You only see flashes through a broken panel and some flickering HUD readout, but you hear everything. Wet slaps, his breathy little whines, her low voice telling him to “push back more, toy” while she spanks his ass red. No explicit camera angle, no heroic close-up of internal cumshots, just your imagination and some nasty audio. It feels more filthy than most straight up porn scenes. Then later the game turns around and throws full-on internal views at you, showing a massive futa shaft stretching your virgin ass open while some clinical scanner overlays data on muscle tension and depth. It’s kind of hot, kind of medical, kind of fucked. In a good way. Maybe. I’m still not sure. Anyway, the point is, it does both subtle and really not subtle, and sometimes in the same arc, which is confusing and nice.

What I liked most is how the romance sneaks into all the filth. There’s this MILF captain, big ass, heavy tits, looks like she bench presses starship engines for fun. At first she treats you like a disposable cabin boy, orders you to your knees for a “stress relief” handjob after a bad run, uses your mouth while checking navigation on her tablet like you’re just another system. The first time she titfucks you, she doesn’t even look down, just talks about fuel prices while your cock is sliding between her slick cleavage and you try not to cum too fast or she’ll mock you. Then hours later she quietly asks if you want to sleep in her bunk instead of the cold cargo bay, spoons you from behind, hard cock pressed between your cheeks, no sex at all, just this heavy warmth and her arm over your waist. It feels almost wholesome, then she wakes you up in the morning by grinding against your ass and whispering “open up for your captain” and you remember this is still a dirty game about turning a shy guy into a proper slutty trap. Or not, depending on choices. Sometimes you can dodge the sissification paths completely and stay a more standard sub guy, and sometimes you walk straight into a shop that sells sex toys and walk out in a thong, collar, stockings and a remote vibrator inside you because a smug futa tech-girl convinced you it improves your “crew performance.” I swear I was trying to play it cool and avoid that content, then I clicked one flirt option in a bar and suddenly I’m kneeling while she adjusts my stockings and spanks me for fidgeting. It’s messy, half-polite, half-degrading, and I kept clicking anyway.

Clara Loft shows up on screen and you instantly know the game is not pretending to be “serious archaeology”. She opens her mouth, that smug British accent hits you, and suddenly you’re way less interested in lost temples and way more curious about what’s under the shorts that are absolutely not work-appropriate. The whole thing feels like some horny fan project that escaped from a Discord server and grew just enough muscle to become a real game. In a good way. Mostly. You’re the new assistant, which sounds important, but quickly turns into “guy who carries the bags, gets insulted, and maybe, if he plays his cards right, ends up with his cock somewhere near those ridiculous tits.” The story acts like it’s about relics and curses and puzzles, but half the time it’s just an excuse to put Clara in one more situation where her ass is sticking out while she complains she “can’t quite reach”. Sure, professor. Of course you can’t.

The teasing is honestly the main event here. She talks a lot, and it’s actually voiced, not that weird text-to-speech flat stuff. She’ll roast you for staring, then lean forward anyway, then pretend she doesn’t notice your character literally masturbating in the tent while she’s humming on the other side of the canvas. There’s this one scene where you’re supposed to be guarding some artifact and instead end up watching her bathe through a hole in the wall. That moment is so stupidly predictable and still works. She keeps doing that “half annoyed, half amused” thing, like she knows exactly what you’re doing with your hand. And yeah, the game does not shy away from going all the way. Blowjobs, handjobs, riding you until her tits bounce way past realistic physics, sliding them around your cock like she’s trying to polish a trophy, and eventually some heavier stuff if you keep pushing her down the more corrupted path instead of playing the sweet gentleman. It leans into parody, so one second she’s moaning in your ear, next second she’s cracking some meta joke about “player choices” while you’re balls deep in her ass. Completely ruins the mood and somehow makes it hotter.

Mechanically, it’s like a horny choose-your-own-mistake adventure with some actual puzzles sprinkled in just to make sure you’re not clicking with one hand the whole time. A few of the “combat” bits feel like they exist only so the dev can say, see, this is a real game, not just porn, look, there’s a health bar. Nobody is fooled. The AI art gives everything this slightly off, dreamlike vibe where Clara’s boobs seem to grow a bit from one scene to the next and you’re not sure if it’s the supposed “breast expansion” angle or just the model losing its mind. Sometimes her face shifts a little weird mid animation and it’s like she’s turning into a different hot cousin for half a second. I kind of liked it, even while my brain was going, what the hell, pick a version and stick with it. Also, small complaint: there is one button in the UI that looks like it should open a proper settings menu but only gives you like three options and none of them are the one you want and it irritated me way more than it should. Anyway, if the idea of a smug, big-titted archaeologist slowly turning into your personal plaything while she pretends to still be in charge sounds fun, this thing absolutely leans into that fantasy and then trips over its own jokes, stands up, and shoves your dick between her boobs again.

Stellar Dream feels like someone mashed a horny space opera with a messy dating sim and then just let it ferment. You’re the guy stuck on this huge colony ship in the middle of nowhere, supposed to be the responsible scout wrangler, but it takes about ten minutes before “mission” turns into “how many people on this ship want to use me as a toy.” In a good way. Mostly. The tone jumps from sci-fi mystery to “oops I just got a handjob in a corridor” so fast it almost feels like old-school Ren’Py stuff people passed around on shady forums. One minute you’re in a briefing talking about lost scouting parties and damaged comms, next minute your commanding officer with Milf Energy is leaning way too close, tits almost spilling out, asking why your discipline stats are higher than your charm. You try to focus on the quest log, then she quietly locks the door and pushes you into the chair and suddenly the mission is her riding you until her stockings are a mess. Of course that’s the “serious professional” route. The casual one is worse.

What really got me is how the ship starts feeling like a floating red-light district without ever actually saying it out loud. You walk into the mess hall “by accident” at the wrong rotation and it’s not just food they’re trading; some crew basically turns prostitution into a side hustle, and your stats decide if you end up paying, being paid, or getting blackmailed into free service. There’s this one scene where a big ass alien milf in a tight uniform you barely earned trust with tells you she “studied human mating rituals” and halfway through oral she just stops to ask if groping is considered a greeting on Earth. I laughed so hard my Spotify playlist looped the same track three times, but I still clicked “Yes, sure, totally normal.” The corruption stuff creeps up on you. At first you’re trying to be a noble hero, pick the “romance” options in dialogues, go for cute kisses and normal vaginal sex, and two in-game days later you’re casually asking a futa officer from engineering if she can help you “relax” before a landing because her cock bulge has been distracting you for three scenes straight. I wish they’d tone down the stat grinding, but they won’t and honestly I still kept chasing that one scene where the prim science milf pretends she hates you, then pins you to the lab table, spits on your dick and jerks you off while lecturing you on alien DNA. There is a creampie ending with her that feels almost too romantic, considering five minutes before she threatened to throw you in an airlock. And yeah, the incest subplot sneaks in like a bad idea on Telegram at midnight: you swear you’re not going to touch it, then your “close relative” shows up in a tight suit, calls you by that nickname only old fans of the dev’s previous games will recognize, hugs you a bit too long, and suddenly your moral compass goes out the window. The animation is simple but nasty in the right way, tits bouncing, drool strings during oral, cum dripping out lazily after you pull out. There’s this titfuck scene where the camera just stays too long on the slow glide of her big soft breasts around your shaft, and you forget the whole “save the scouts, secure a planet” thing exists at all. Anyway, I still don’t know why the inventory has that one useless item that never does anything and it annoys me every time I see it sitting there, but whatever. Space is horny, people are worse, and this ship is absolutely not fit for respectable colonization.

Game drops you in the shoes of this worn out crypto trader guy who honestly feels a bit like that dude who kept refreshing Binance while watching his life burn. You’re not some jacked hentai protagonist, just a dude who peaked during the meme coin bull run and then everything went to shit. Then Megan shows up, small-time actress, broke, stressed, but still trying to smile like she’s in some cheap Netflix drama that got cancelled mid-season. It sounds cheesy, but the game kind of leans into that and then spits on it, in a good way. One moment you’re talking about rent and auditions and gas fees, next moment she’s in your lap teasing you through your pants, acting like it’s nothing, and your brain goes completely blank. The wild part is how normal it feels before it gets dirty. Like, she’s scrolling TikTok on your phone, roasting your playlist, and then casually asks if you’re “always this hard when helping a girl with her portfolio” while her hand is already inside your boxers. That switch from “aw, she’s struggling actress” to “oh, she’s got your cock in her hand” is stupidly good.

The erotic stuff itself hits that mix of soft and filthy that most games completely fuck up. At first there is all this slow burn teasing. Megan wearing this oversized shirt, no pants, walking around your place like she owns it, brushing her tits against your arm “by accident”, stretching on the couch so her ass cheeks basically eat the panties. Then when things start, they really start. Handjobs with her watching your face more than your dick, little thumb strokes that make it feel personal, not like porn autopilot. Titfucks where her boobs are big, heavy, actually moving, not those stiff balloon things. Footjob scenes that are way more intimate than they should be, like she traps you with her heels on your chest, grinning, toes wrapped around the tip while she asks you why you’re breathing so hard. And yeah, normal stuff too: oral where she slobbers and gags, deep kisses that feel almost too romantic for a game with creampies and anal, her riding you with that “I pretend this is just to blow off stress” face while clearly catching feelings. Sometimes it even gets messy, like group scenes where you suddenly realize you might not be the only guy in her life, and that slightly ugly, jealous knot in your stomach makes the orgasm hit harder. There are routes where she chooses you, routes where she kind of doesn’t, endings where you’re filling her up like she’s your whole world, and others where you’re left wondering if you were just a step on her way up. It’s weirdly honest about romance and cheating and how sex can be both healing and fucked up. Porn game, yes. But also that thing where, after finishing inside her for the third time in one night, you catch yourself staring at her asleep on your chest and thinking, “Yeah, this is going to end badly,” and still not wanting it to stop.

Second year at Wentford is supposed to be about skipping lectures, half‑assed lab reports and maybe getting laid at some drunk dorm party if you’re lucky. Instead, you blow up one after‑class experiment, wake up with a dick, tits, curves and a body that can’t decide if it wants to be the heroine of a romance VN or the main attraction of Pornhub’s weirdest search page. The game throws you right into that “oh shit” feeling: you’re still you, same memories, same best friend from childhood, same crushes, but now every shower, every locker room, every crowded hallway in campus hits different. People you knew look at you in a new way. Some stare. Some pretend they don’t, then you catch them in the mirror. The whole vibe is “I’m not supposed to be turned on by this” while you’re very obviously turned on by this. It’s funny too, in that stupid meme way. The script has dumb jokes about bad chemistry puns, Dragon Ball references that are slightly wrong on purpose, and horny banter that actually sounds like Discord chat, not like some old dude trying to write “modern youth”. One moment you’re trying to figure out your schedule, next moment your professor bends over the desk and your new dick has its own plans. There is this scene in the lab, where you try to hide a raging futa boner behind a clipboard while your best friend talks about reaction yields, and the animation focuses on her lips way more than on the glassware. It’s not subtle. At all.

Sex stuff ramps up slowly if you want, then suddenly you’re juggling a horny roommate with big tits who “accidentally” walks around in a crop top, a milf neighbor who brings you homemade cookies and checks your “recovery”, and a bunch of girls at campus who think you’re the coolest freak accident ever. Sometimes it’s soft and romantic, kissing in the rain near the dorms, slow handjob in the dark, quiet little I‑love‑you that feels too real. Then next route it’s you buried between a thick ass and a pillow, watching your own cock slide into someone while another girl sits on your face, and you’re like, yeah ok, this escalated. There is lesbian stuff, there is full futa on girl pounding, there is anal that starts with teasing and ends with a messy creampie where you didn’t expect it, there is even that one scene where you get a footjob on the couch while another girl pretends to watch Netflix on her phone. Animations are short loops but they hit the right spots: hips rolling, cum spurts, tongue on clit, subtle ass jiggle. I like that they show the body transformation not just as “haha now you’re hot” but as corruption too. Your choices push you toward being caring and romantic, or a voyeur creep spying through doors, or a jealous cheater who fucks someone raw then still goes home to cuddle another girl like nothing happened. The interracial stuff slips in like it’s no big deal, which I personally like, but some people might want more build‑up there. I kinda wish the school parts had more actual studying, more chemistry puzzles or something, but who am I kidding, nobody loads an eroge for balanced academia. I opened it “just to check it out” on my phone, next thing I know I’m doing route math in a Google Keep note and replaying that scene where your best friend slowly goes from shy curiosity to grinding on your lap in the dorm chair. And there was something I wanted to say about titfucking in the bathroom stall, but now I’m thinking about the corrupted version of that same girl later, when she offers herself to a whole group like it’s totally natural, and I forgot what my point was. Anyway, the game is one long, horny identity crisis with big asses, big choices and that special kind of campus chaos where every door you open might have someone masturbating behind it, including you.

It begins like it wants to be about family, but then it just… doesn’t behave. That first evening, when David stares too long at his coworker’s neckline, the game pretends it’s about choice, though every click exposes a new shade of self-deception. There’s something oddly literary about watching these people unravel: both of them pretending they’re still in control while the text just keeps baiting you with small, filthy possibilities that feel too intimate to resist. I remember getting stuck on a scene where Anna walks past the neighbor’s window wearing basically nothing, because she’s bored, or angry, or maybe trying to remember she’s desired. You don’t know. The narration doesn’t tell you. And that’s the best part - it’s dirty, but also confusing, like real jealousy. You’ll think you hate everyone in it, then suddenly feel sorry when someone moans at the wrong moment.

Sometimes it feels like reading a private diary someone left open on Steam by mistake. There’s a quiet, slow burn at first - teasing, staring, little violations that shouldn’t matter - but the pacing keeps tripping over its own guilt. The erotic bits come fast, almost abrupt, and the author doesn’t even try to clean them up. It’s clumsy in spots: a sloppy handjob described with too much sincerity, an argument that ends with spanking and shame instead of resolution. The whole cheating thread gives that sickly pleasure where you’re complicit but can’t stop. When pregnancy slips into the plot, it doesn’t feel planned - like the story just lost its way in the middle of the night and forgot what moral it was chasing. Someone on the dev’s Discord said it’s “romance with rot,” and that weirdly fits. You can tell it was written by a person who doesn’t trust love but still wants to taste it through someone else’s mess.

I think what kept me playing wasn’t the sex at all (though there’s milking - take that however you like), but the voyeuristic awkwardness. You’re watching a marriage decompose in slow motion and occasionally pressing “Continue” just to see if they’ll humiliate themselves even deeper. It’s ugly, honest, sometimes hot, sometimes exhausting. I closed the window and still caught myself thinking about Anna’s face when she realizes someone’s watching.

The whole thing starts pretty low-key: burned-out dev guy, stolen app, goes back to his hometown because everything in the city went to shit. On paper it sounds like one of those sad grindy life sims, but in practice it turns into this messy, horny sandbox where every “normal” place from childhood suddenly has someone with ridiculous curves and questionable boundaries hanging around. It feels like the engine was made for a mid-tier mobile RPG first, then the dev just kept stacking lewd interactions on top of it until the dialogue system started creaking. Sometimes the text queues lag half a second on my phone and the girl is already moaning in the animation before the line pops up, which accidentally makes it dirtier, like you’re catching her mid-thought. On PC browser it’s smoother, Chrome handled most scenes better than Firefox for me, especially the animated stuff with group action and multiple camera moves, but you can feel the budget when several bodies and particles fill the screen and the fps briefly dies while a creampie finishes.

What really sells it is how unclean the pacing is. You might be chatting about your stolen app one moment, then you click the “wrong” response and suddenly you’re groping a stacked aunt-type character in the hallway while she half-heartedly pretends to say no, and you can either stop or double down into full-on blackmail path. The incest angle is never subtle. The game just leans into it with those “we shouldn’t do this” lines while her tits are basically trying to escape her top. There’s this backyard punishment scene where you can choose between spanking, making her suck you off under the porch light, or going straight to anal if you played your cards right earlier. The animation there is surprisingly explicit: ass jiggle, ahegao, drool, the whole porn hub starter pack, but the lighting bugs out if you rotate the camera too fast and her shadow looks like some kind of cursed mannequin. I sort of love that it’s not polished, though. Same with the footjob scene in the living room, her toes clipping slightly through the cock, but the expression on her face sells it anyway and the sound design is filthy in the best way. On my Android phone the UI buttons overlap during those closer shots, so the “back” button floats awkwardly next to her open mouth and I keep almost clicking it when I just want to watch the throat bulge during oral.

Story tries to pretend it cares about romance routes and “healing your roots”, then an hour later you’re in what is basically a small-town BDSM circuit, sharing toys between girls and acting like it’s normal neighbor stuff. One girl you meet through the app subplot starts out as a shy virgin, then you unlock a masturbation scene where you spy on her with the very tech that was stolen from you, so it has this nice voyeuristic loop: you were wronged, now you’re the creep. Later on, if you push her, she goes from handjob in your room to titfuck in the office and finally this messy vaginal scene on a desk that’s clearly not built for physics, because items vibrate slightly while you pound her. I had one group sex event in a cramped bedroom where the camera had to choose which big ass to focus on and the AI decided to zoom right into a side angle of a toy slipping in and out, ignoring the girl sucking you off at the same time. It’s chaotic and oddly hot. The RPG bits keep poking their head in too: stats gates for anal, “obedience” checks before you can cum inside for a creampie ending, little text notes about whether she stays a good girl or starts begging for more. Romance flags exist, but the game never punishes you for juggling several women, it just quietly tracks who you’ve tied up, who you’ve watched through cameras, who you’ve turned into your personal cum dump. Sometimes I wish they’d smooth the UI scaling for smaller screens or fix that annoying delay when switching from map to bedroom scenes, but also, if it ever became super clean and corporate, it would lose half of this dirty, slightly wrong charm that makes the whole hometown full of sex toys, spanking, and bad decisions feel like a broken app you keep opening anyway.

Fashion Business looks like something I’d scroll past on Nutaku when I’m bored in bed, then somehow I’m still poking at my phone an hour later, half annoyed, half turned on. You play as Monica, this walking definition of “rich bitch” who treats everyone like trash and thinks her tits and money are gravity. At start she’s all queen of the office, barking orders, humiliating staff for fun, flashing legs in stupidly expensive outfits. For cosplay ideas she’s actually perfect: those tight pencil skirts, open blouses with no bra, insane heels you can’t even stand in, plus that smug facial expression. I literally paused once just to screenshot her stockings so I could match the seam line later. And then the game just slowly rips all that power away. One moment she’s firing people, next she’s on the other side of the desk, listening to some greasy manager talk about “new conditions” while your dialogue options are basically blowjob or lose everything.

The voyeur stuff hits early too. There’s this scene where she’s in a changing room, trying on lingerie that looks like it costs more than my rent, and the camera angle is way too interested in her ass while some perv spies through a hole. It starts as “haha, he’s jerking off” and by the end you’re watching her masturbate to her own reflection, like she’s still in love with herself even when you know what’s coming. Later, when her life really starts to crumble, that same body and ego get used for everything: titfucks in ugly backrooms, sloppy oral to skip some debt, getting spanked just because a guy can. There’s a lesbian route that’s half tender, half twisted, like one girl pretending to “help” her while pushing toys in her and then forcing her to watch in a mirror, which felt equal parts hot and pathetic. The sandbox stuff sometimes makes it drag, you just tap around on your phone hoping for a scene that isn’t another jerk teasing her with blackmail pics, but then out of nowhere you hit this moment where she gives a footjob in a cheap motel because she’s too proud to admit she’ll fuck for cash now, and it kind of sticks in your head longer than it should. I wish I could say the corruption path is subtle, but it’s really not, it’s just this slow, mean slide from “I own this city” to “I’m the entertainment,” with a lot of stripping, creampies in places that are absolutely not hygienic, and these tiny, quiet masturbation scenes where she pretends it’s still her choice. And I still hate that one pair of heels she wears in the office, the toe shape is ugly as hell, but anyway.