Royal Madness is probably the closest thing to a horny fairytale written by a very drunk court painter who really likes cats with huge tits and smug faces. You’re tossed in as Lewis, bastard ocelot prince, and the world instantly treats your royal blood like a kink rather than a title. It’s not subtle about it. Every rival, every “enemy,” every supposed threat ends up circling one question: are you fucking them into your harem, or are they turning you into their cute little pet instead. The game doesn’t pretend to be noble. It treats power as a sex toy and nobility as an excuse to collar people and re-style their bodies until they match your tastes a bit too perfectly.

What I liked is that the characters aren’t just recolors of the same cat-girl with different boobs. The art actually feels like someone sat there and thought “ok, what if a smug lioness warlord had hips like a fertility statue and armor that only makes sense if her nipples are a political statement.” Sometimes it looks messy, lines a bit shaky, anatomy going off on its own adventure, but that fits the energy. It’s not corporate clean, more like horny sketchbook that got out of control. There is this rhino general, for example, huge chest, scars across the muzzle, and when you win their challenge the magic doesn’t just slap “now they are pretty” filter. No, you literally watch the body warp piece by piece, broad muscles smoothing or sharpening, maybe the tits swelling stupidly big while they gasp halfway between outrage and getting turned on by losing. That slow change hits way harder than a simple “transformation finished” screen.

The actual structure is that loose sandbox style where you hop from one hot mess to another, switching perspective between male and female protagonist when the story feels like it, not when you are ready. One scene you’re Lewis using magic to slowly erode the pride of a tiger knight, teasing him until his cock and even his voice betray how much he wants to kneel. Next time the game flips and you’re playing as one of your own ex-rivals, now loyal, wandering your palace and accidentally starting something filthy with a new intruder who thought they’d be the one on top. That shift is the fun part. You see the same harem from different eyes, sometimes as a conqueror, sometimes as the newest toy, sometimes as the one being “improved” by your own magic. And the kinks slide around too. One route gives you a stacked lion queen that you carefully nudge from terrifying monarch into doting, overprotective mommy dom, then another throws you against a seemingly submissive bunny clerk that ends with you collared, hips reshaped, moaning her name while she tests how flexible ocelot royalty can be when properly “reformed.” Half the time I was cursing at the tiny UI buttons and weird pacing, the other half I was staring at the screen of my phone on the tram, trying not to bite my lip like a complete idiot.

If you really want to squeeze every filthy drop out of it, don’t rush straight to the obvious sex scenes. Poke around the challenges, lose on purpose sometimes, see how the transformations twist when you’re the loser instead of the victor. Talk to characters again after you’ve changed them, especially the big tits crowd and the ones who pretended they didn’t care about you. Watch how their new bodies and new roles corrupt their own original goals. Treat each battle less like a level and more like a negotiation with the world’s nastiest fashion designer. That’s where the game actually gets hot.

You wake up as this pale girl in a filthy underground “medical” room, wearing almost nothing, with tubes in your arm and some creep’s blood bags hanging around. The first thing that hits harder than the jump scare is the camera slowly zooming on your face when you realize the blood smells good. Not “hospital good”. Dick‑hardening good. Pussy‑throbbing good. It’s not shy about it. The game just locks you there for a while and lets you stare at that one dripping bag, and I swear that scene lasts too long, but in a nice sick way. That’s when it clicks: alright, I’m a vampire, I’m starving, and every person I see is either a snack or a fucktoy or both. After that, it just throws you in this big modern city where all the lights look too bright and every human heartbeat sounds like porn BGM. They pretend it’s a normal “arrive in the city, get clothes, find job, meet people” start, but under that it’s basically a slow horror build where you keep wondering if you are about to suck someone off or tear their throat out. Sometimes both. The story keeps dropping small weird details like people scared of ancient myths, news about mutilated bodies, a girl with almost yellow eyes who stares at you a bit too long on the subway. You keep thinking “ok this will explode later” and then it… doesn’t. At least not yet. That’s kind of hot too, like edging with plot.

Sex scenes don’t rain from the sky right away, and I actually liked that, which is funny because I also hated it when I was horny and clicking through dialogue like a degenerate who has three other tabs open with Pornhub, xHamster and Discord. When they finally let Kyra get off, it goes from zero to “I’m fingering myself in a stranger’s bathroom while trying not to bite through my own lip” really fast. There’s one masturbation scene in a crappy rental apartment, blinds half broken, city noises outside, where she’s trying to stay quiet because her new roommate is on the couch. The camera spends a ridiculous amount of time on her thighs tensing, not even on the pussy. I kept thinking “move down, move down” and at the same time I was kinda happy it didn’t. Like, the tease is better than the shot sometimes. Then you get group situations later where things stop being gentle. There’s this club scene, shitty techno, neon everywhere, and you end up in a back room with too many hands on your body, mouths on your neck, someone’s cock rubbing your inner thigh while another girl is kissing your jaw. You can either lean into the “I’m the hungry monster, use them” vibe, or just drown under them, and both paths feel dirty in different ways. The oral stuff is nice and messy, spit and blood mixing, and the game doesn’t flinch from graphic violence when you finally stop holding back and rip someone open like a meat toy. The weirdest, most memorable bit for me was when you wake up after a kill, covered in dried blood, and you realize you came while doing it. They don’t overexplain it. No long monologue. Just her staring at her hands, shaking, then getting horny again when she smells herself. It’s fucked. It’s kind of romantic too, in a twisted way. And no, I’m not going to talk about that alley scene with the monster girl, the one where you’re not sure if you’re dominating or being milked. That thing is stuck in my head for all the wrong reasons and I’ll probably still think about it in a week while pretending I opened Chrome for “emails”.

World looks normal for like five seconds, then a goddess is throat-deep on some drunk guy in a dirty alley and a slime girl is pretending to be a bus stop. That’s the kind of vibe here. You’re the screwed-up youngest kid from this fancy sorcerer bloodline, raised like some expensive pet in a cage while dad plays “ancient destiny” dictator. You finally say “fuck this,” walk out, and crash right into a city where deities are cheating on mortals, monster girls are trying to pass for regular bar hoes, and everyone’s lying about what they are. It’s not subtle. One minute you’re sipping cheap beer, next minute you’re holding a demon girl by the horns while she’s riding you slow on a couch that still has plastic on it, moaning about how your bloodline tastes different while you’re trying to remember the spell to not blow your load too fast. Didn’t work for me, by the way.

What I really liked is how the lewd stuff just happens in between all the weird supernatural drama. You go talk to this “quiet, shy” girl in the library, and the second you notice her shadow moving out of sync you know shit’s about to get freaky. Few lines of flirting, a bit of awkward groping in the stacks, and suddenly her skin splits like a zipper and she’s got scales running up her spine, huge tits pressed against you, tongue way too long to be human sliding in your mouth. She insists you keep going even when your hands are shaking, and when you finally push her against the shelf and slide in raw, the game really leans into it: her claws on your back, wet sounds in your headphones, her whispering about how “human seed feels different” right before you dump a creampie that literally glows inside her. Then she zips herself back into “normal girl” mode and asks if you’ve done the homework. I opened Telegram in the background just to rant at a buddy about it, then remembered I’m not supposed to talk about this game with anyone and just sat there laughing like an idiot.

There’s this club scene where the pacing goes totally off the rails but in a fun way. You think it’s normal stripping: girl with big tits grinding on your lap, teasing your cock through your pants, licking your ear, that usual horny-night type of thing. Then the lights flicker red, her eyes go all void-black, and suddenly you’re in a half-ritual, half-orgy where three women are around you, each not quite human, each wanting your “family magic” inside them. One’s a monster girl with a mouth inside her thigh, another is a goddess pretending she’s just there for the music, and the third one is basically lesbian as hell but decides your tongue is good enough as a temporary toy before she focuses on the others. You’re switching between eating one out while another one deepthroats you, then getting pulled into group sex where they pass your dick like a joint, sloppy oral, spit mixing with that thick white mess when one of them jerks you right into another girl’s pussy without warning. The game doesn’t even pause to ask if you want to pull out. You just watch the cum drip out of her while she smirks and murmurs some spell that probably means trouble later. And I actually tried to roleplay the “responsible romance route” at first, which was adorable and completely pointless, because ten minutes later I was banging a deity in a bathroom stall while a monster outside the door pretended to be a broken hand dryer.

Goldream City sounds like some cheap mobile gacha name, but here it’s just the horny summer town where almost nobody keeps their clothes on for long and half the neighbors are monsters with tits bigger than common sense. You play this “returning home” guy who pretends he’s coming back for a relaxing vacation, but every single corner of the city is like a porn genre speedrun. One day you’re flirting with your sweet “childhood friend” at the school rooftop, next day you’re in some shady alley watching a milf mom get pounded by a huge black cock while her husband pretends he doesn’t see it. The game kind of laughs at you for trying to be romantic when literally everyone is cheating on everyone and half the cast is secretly in heat. There’s this mix of visual novel scenes and sandbox wandering around town, so you go from casual small talk about homework to “hey, do you want to see how deep this futa can go” in like two clicks.

What really hits weird is how normal the corruption feels after a while. At first you might think “ok, this is my nice pure girl, I will protect her,” and ten scenes later you’re watching her moan on some monster girl’s tentacles while a big black cock uses her throat like it’s a warm toy. It doesn’t even pretend to be fair to the male characters. Husbands, boyfriends, that shy virgin classmate, they just get blacked, cucked, stolen, and the game winks at you like it’s telling an old meme. Sometimes you are the one doing the stealing, sometimes you are just the pervert hiding in the closet, jerking off while your crush gets double stuffed, and the worst part is that the story keeps going like this is totally normal summer behavior. There is incest teased in that kind of “we both know this is wrong but we keep standing too close in the kitchen” way, and the futa and lesbian stuff sneaks in casually: one moment it’s innocent kissing at the beach, next moment she’s pulling out a cock bigger than your arm and pounding a blushing schoolgirl from behind while you sit there with your sad little handjob. The mix of pregnancy risk, anal, titfucks, footjobs, spanking, public teasing on the bus, it’s like some horny dev opened a porn tag list and said “yes” to everything. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s too much, sometimes the AI and 2D/3D art clash and someone’s tits look like they’re from another dimension, but then the game hits you with a quiet moment on a summer night, soft romance, slow blowjob under the stars, and in the next scene that same girl is on her knees with three cocks in her, crying from pleasure while you pretend you still have control of this story. You don’t. That’s kind of the whole joke.

Sereneth looks like the kind of fairy you’d see on a fantasy book cover, all glowing wings and soft curves, but the game really loves tearing that first impression to pieces. She walks into this story like some devoted, almost naive lover, hanging on Caelen’s arm, swearing she’ll stay pure for him, and ten minutes later the script is already poking at every weak spot in that promise. The whole thing runs like one long, painful tease. You know where it’s heading, she kinda feels it too, but they both keep pretending this is just some noble quest to save a princess. It’s not. It’s a long, horny slow crash where “rescue mission” slowly turns into “how many twisted ways can we ruin this relationship and still pretend it’s romance”.

The Forest of Myrlaen is basically one big corruption machine. Every stop is an excuse for something filthy to chip away at her loyalty: a “healing ritual” that needs way too much skin, a magic vine that grabs the wrong places and doesn’t let go, a monster girl who touches her way too casually while explaining how “shared pleasure builds trust”, that kind of energy. Sereneth starts off swatting hands away, tail twitching when someone talks about her body, clinging to Caelen’s side. Then the game starts pushing situations where he turns his back for a moment and some other “guide” or “ally” is already sliding fingers between her thighs, testing just how sensitive fairy skin really is. One of the better scenes has Olgrun pretending to “check for curses” while his grubby hands knead her ass like dough, and the camera just lingers there while she tries to keep her voice steady so Caelen doesn’t notice. The animation zooms in on her lip biting and that tiny little tremble in her legs. It’s filthy and kind of mean in a way NTR fans will recognize immediately.

What really hits is how the erotic pacing keeps grinding away at both of them. Caelen gets moments of fake hero confidence, kissing her, telling her he will protect her, while the player already saw her just get stuffed full by something with a cock thicker than his arm in the last branch. There’s a scene with an arrogant elven noble who makes her “prove” fairy loyalty on her knees, tongue working on his big cock while Caelen sits outside the tent, listening to “magic chanting” that is just wet choking sounds. The game plays hard with contrast: romance framed like a dating sim on one side, and on the other side you have blacked style scenes where her tight little body is pinned, legs spread, wings twitching as she takes a big black cock or gets used by some leering monster in all the wrong ways, filled and creampied until dripping. Sometimes she tries to talk her way out and ends up getting spanked over someone’s lap, or having her feet worshiped and then used in a messy footjob that leaves her blushing and breathing hard. The whole “fairy born of ancient magic” thing slowly twists into “perfect toy for anyone with the power to push her”, and the transformation is more mental than physical, though the game clearly enjoys making her ass and tits look fuller, slick with cum, marked, pregnant risk constantly hanging in the background. At first she’s horrified when something leaks out of her after a rough anal session behind some roots, later she just wipes it off and smiles weakly, telling herself it was only for the mission. It’s that painful little lie that makes the next blowjob sting more than any tentacle ever could.

Rumors always sound stupid until you are the one they whisper about. This game throws you into one of those sticky school legends, the “there is a satanic cult behind the gym” kind of bullshit, except you actually trip over the damn book they are using. Not a cute grimoire with sparkles, more like something that looks like it smells of old cum and candle smoke. You crack it open for a laugh, and the first thing it gives you is the power to make the class virgin blush so hard she almost creams herself in the middle of an “examination” scene where the teacher leans too close, her tits brushing your arm, and you realize the book is not just edgy goth decor. It lets you push people, twist their lust, nudge their fears, and at first you just use it for small shit: making your best friend text you late at night with “I had this weird dream, why were you watching me in the shower?” while you are literally watching him through some voyeur spell on your phone, zooming in like it is some cursed Pornhub live cam. The game plays like a mix of visual novel and sandbox, you wander around school halls, club rooms, that empty classroom behind the science lab where the “mystery club” girl hides her monster girl hentai doujins, and every choice you poke in the text gets a horny consequence ten minutes later. Sometimes it is just teasing, a milf teacher accidentally pressing her big ass on your desk while bending over the board, sometimes it turns into full on corruption, like you mark a shy futa class rep with a little symbol and next time you see her she is in the bathroom stall, stroking a throbbing cock that looks too heavy for her thin legs, biting her lip and mumbling your name.

The story pretends to be about this “evil power” and responsibility, but half the time I forgot the cult plot and just chased who I could break or save or both. You can go playful, using the book to make girls horny at the worst moments, like forcing a strict nurse to lactate during a routine health check, milk stains spreading on her white top while she clenches her thighs, then suddenly she is grabbing your hand and shoving it under her skirt, muttering how this is “for science.” Or you lean into full NTR stuff, using blackmail photos and the book’s little curse tricks to push a sweet romance into pure cheating. There is one brutal route where your “best friend” tries to confess to his crush under the cherry tree and you quietly tweak her feelings so she accepts, then later you drag her into a storage room and she is on her knees around your cock, choking and crying because she knows she is his, but the spell makes betrayal feel like a delicious punishment. The game loves mixing that hurt with the horny: a loyal girlfriend getting pounded by a big black cock you summoned from some “monster” page, your corrupted class rep in a gangbang bukkake scene with faceless students dripping on her glasses, the principal on her knees in the occult club room giving a sloppy oral exam as if it is normal curriculum. There is futa, femdom, crossdressing sissification stuff where the book flips your own body, giving you a fat futa dick for one route, soft tits in another, forcing you into a skirt while a female domination demon spanks you until you are hard just from the pain. One day you are fingering a shy monster girl by the pool during summer vacation, her tail curling around your wrist as she begs for creampie, the next you are watching a furry club president hump your enchanted sex toy in the empty gym. It is messy, horny, a bit mean, and the book never really feels safe; every time you use it to make someone moan louder in a titfuck or a footjob scene, there is that tiny line of text hinting that maybe the book is also rewriting you, turning a “regular student” into something closer to the cult freaks you laughed at in the first place.

Samantha shows up in this rotten city like she walked out of some half-forgotten cyberpunk fanfic and then someone spilled porn all over the manuscript. She is “the fixer”, sure, but half the time it feels like the city is fixing her instead, grinding her down with every job, every favor, every late-night “meeting” with someone who has too much power and not enough morals. The game throws you into Blaston, this polluted, hungry place where everyone wants something from her body first and her brains second. One moment you are discussing sabotage in a factory office, pretending you care about output numbers, and five minutes later the foreman has her bent over the desk, still trying to finish the dialogue options while his absurdly huge cock is already pushing in. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, especially when you realize her choices earlier made this exact humiliation possible. My inner literature nerd kept thinking about noir detectives who always drink too much and get punched in the alley, except here the hangover is replaced by cum dripping down her thigh on the train home while people stare.

What I like is how the game constantly forces you to juggle “professional” life and just pure degeneracy. You wake up, check your phone like in real life, see three messages: boss wants you to talk to a gang leader, some rich wife wants “private mediation” with her cheating husband, and a shady lab sends a polite invite to “participate in an experimental treatment” to improve her physical abilities. Saying yes to that third one can turn Samantha into all kinds of twisted versions of herself. I had a run where she ended up with a smooth thick futa shaft between her legs, and it completely changed how scenes played out. Suddenly she is the one pulling out her cock in a dark alley, forcing a cocky street punk to his knees and using his mouth until he gags, then deciding if she rewards him with a sticky creampie inside or just all over his face. Another time I went the opposite direction and let the city break her. She got dragged into this spiral with a group of monster girls and rough, smug black gangsters who pass her around in a derelict warehouse like she is public property. There is this one scene where she is standing naked on a loading dock in the rain, collar on her neck, one guy fucking her ass while another uses her mouth and a third is rubbing her swollen belly because, yeah, she is already pregnant from an earlier “negotiation” that went very off script. She tries to keep talking in-character about “peace between factions” while they just laugh and slap her tits until she shuts up and moans.

The corruption creeps in little by little. At the start she still gets shy when someone grabs her ass on the subway, pulls her skirt down, looks annoyed. Later she is riding that same train with no panties, sitting across from some nervous virgin office boy, spreading her legs a tiny bit wider each stop, watching him sweat. You can choose for her to drag him into a public restroom and ruin him for normal sex forever, jerking him off and then guiding his cock inside while she whispers that he belongs to her now, or you can ignore him and go meet your cuckold contact instead. That guy is married to this Amazon-tier woman with huge tits and a big black bull on the side, and your “job” is to keep the drama controlled. Which in practice turned into Samantha fucking the wife on the couch, licking her pussy while the bull rails her from behind, and the poor husband just sits in the corner stroking his worthless little dick. The game is full of this kind of tangled mess. You think it is just a life sim with calendars and stats, then suddenly you are on a rooftop at night, drunk on power, making a captured troublemaker kiss your boots before you jerk him off with them and push him over the edge of his old life. Romantic routes exist too, buried under all the filth. I accidentally made Samantha fall in love with a girl she was supposed to blackmail. They end up in a cheap motel, kissing shyly at first, then rubbing against each other until they both cum, no pressure, no money, no gang watching. It was almost sweet, which somehow made all the gangbangs, footjobs under bar tables, public groping in neon-lit clubs, BWC-driven netorare drama and messy creampies feel even dirtier by contrast. The city keeps asking her one question: how much of yourself are you willing to sell to keep fixing everyone else’s problems, and how much are you secretly enjoying that sale.

You’re sitting there, phone in hand, thinking it’s just another cute little “help the girl get ready for her school exam” sim, right? Hair, makeup, outfit, some dialogue choices, a few horny CGs later. Easy. Except the “girl” the game wants to send to that exam is you. And you started this story with a dick, a very normal male student brain, and zero idea why the fuck you’re suddenly being measured on eyeliner technique and how well you can sway your hips in a tight skirt without flashing half the class.

The game opens quiet, almost boring, and that’s what hooked me. No instant blowjob tutorial, no “here’s your harem, pick a hole.” Just a nervous morning, a school setting that feels too normal, and weird little hints that something is off with your body. The first time you realize your reflection in the mirror doesn’t match the way you remember yourself, it hits like a small car crash. The dev takes their time with it, slow corruption of gender and morals at the same time. First it’s “just crossdressing for this one exam.” Then it’s “well, you need to practice walking in heels, let the teacher help your posture.” Then somehow you’re bent over the desk, feeling your ass slapped and graded like part of the curriculum, and the worst part is your in-game thoughts start to enjoy it. Those internal monologue lines when you’re getting groped in the hallway, and you catch yourself wondering which of the boys has the biggest cock, were dirtier than the actual CGs for me.

I liked how the game makes you complicit in your own downfall. You pick the lipstick shade that later gets smeared during a messy oral exam. You choose to act “a bit more submissive” to get a better score, and suddenly you’re on your knees between two classmates, throat used like a warm hole while the teacher pretends not to see. They pretend badly. There is some netorare shit going on, too, but sideways: your old male identity kind of feels like the one getting cuckolded as your new girly body gets filled, stretched, creampied. One run I had my “good girl” reputation used as an excuse to parade me in front of older staff, a humiliating little exhibition where they check if the “student” is ready. Gloved fingers spreading you open, comments about how tight you are and how a nice big black cock will fix that. Another run I resisted more and the corruption took longer, with more teasing, more “accidental” touches, more voyeur scenes in locker rooms and bathrooms, like the game was punishing me for not giving in fast enough by cranking up the sexual harassment.

It feels janky in spots. Some AI CGs look amazing from one angle and kind of cursed from another, like the face doesn’t fully match the body, or the hands are doing that weird too-many-fingers thing if you stare too long. I still stared. The summer vibe is weirdly relaxing though, all bright classrooms and sunlit corridors while behind the scenes you’re being turned into the school’s futa toy or the class’ shared virgin project, depending on choices. There is this one branching bit where you can agree to a “private tutoring” session with a strict female teacher and it starts as normal exam prep, then she makes you spread your legs on the chair, checks how wet you are “from stress,” and then uses you until you’re shaking, all while lecturing about responsibility. Female domination scenes like that felt personal, intimate in a fucked up way. Then later the same character can watch you get stuffed by multiple guys at once, barely saying anything, just writing notes like you’re a lab rat. It messed with my head in a good way.

The story is mostly kinetic in pacing but still manages to feel like a sandbox for your humiliation. One time I focused on being the perfect obedient girl and ended up pregnant from an exam “reward,” cum dripping out in a medical examination scene that treated your belly like a test result. Another time I pushed for more wild stuff and unlocked a futa transformation path, where you keep a cock while having this soft, thick ass and big boobs, so they test how many students can fit inside or around you at once. I still have the scene of being pushed up against the classroom window in my head, skirt hitched, some monster girl-looking classmate pounding me from behind while random NPCs walk outside, clueless. The game doesn’t rush those moments. It lets your thoughts spiral, your shame grow, your arousal betray you. It’s messy, inconsistent, a little ugly here and there, but the slow burn into full sissification and “everyone uses the exam girl” fantasy hits way harder because of that.

Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Office job, boring life, same cheap instant coffee every morning, and then suddenly your dick is gone and your ass looks like something from those Twitter thirst posts. That is the vibe here. One day you are this invisible drone in a suit, the kind of guy no one remembers in the elevator, next day you wake up with tits that do not fit your old shirt and the whole city looking at you like fresh meat on sale. It is not some noble magical destiny thing either. It feels dirty and mean in a good way. People around you start pushing, touching, “helping” you adjust to your new body. Some are sweet, some are creepy as hell, half of them want to get inside your pants, the other half want to own you. And you can lean into it. Or pretend you are not into it while your clothes keep getting shorter.

The nice thing is that nothing is clean cut. You can be that shy mess who blushes when a girl kisses your neck in the bathroom stall or let yourself get dragged into a backroom and end the night with smeared lipstick and sore knees. There is this one early scene that sold me: you are in a crowded bar, still not used to walking in heels, trying to keep your new boobs from jumping out of the dress someone “helped” you choose. Some office colleague who barely talked to you before corners you at the bar, offers a drink, hand on your hip, fingers slowly sliding lower. You can shove him off, play along to get something out of him, or just let him use your mouth right there while people pretend not to look. And it is not just straight trashy stuff either. The girls in this game are dangerous. One of the women at work, proper milf with that strict boss energy, takes you “for coffee” and suddenly you are on your knees between her thighs in a locked conference room, her nails in your hair, telling you this is the only way to keep your new position. Felt like someone recorded a Pornhub Premium audition and turned it into a choice. I was lowkey impressed and also annoyed because the text box covers part of her face and it drives me crazy every single time.

It pretends to be a romantic thing sometimes, with all these dating bits and little stats going up, but under the sugar it is pure corruption. The game loves putting you in situations where you say “just this once” and five minutes later you are the office slut everyone gropes when the lift door closes. One path had me playing nice with this nerdy girl who seems harmless, then she shows up in full cosplay at a convention, ropes you into a couple costume, and suddenly she is sliding her hand under your skirt in a crowded hallway, whispering how no one will notice if you stay quiet. Another time I went the total bimbo route, jacking up every sexy option, getting pumped full of “vitamins,” brain getting softer, outfits getting tighter, ending up on my back with a small crowd taking turns while someone records it on their phone. It is filthy, it is messy, text sometimes stumbles like my own ESL brain, and the AI-style art can look a bit cursed on hands if you stare too long, but somehow that fits the whole “your life is spiraling out of control” feeling. I kept telling myself I would play the classy path, no weird power games, no blackmail, and ten clicks later I am signing a shady contract while a guy has his fingers inside me under the desk and my so-called “friend” is snapping pics in the corner like it is no big deal. Anyway, I’m absolutely not addicted, I can quit after just one more scene.