The art style hits you right away - these character designs are fucking gorgeous. The nurse uniforms are detailed in ways that matter, if you know what I mean. Big breasts, bigger personalities, and the way they've drawn the facial expressions during those groping scenes? Chef's kiss. Though honestly the mobile optimization feels weird on desktop, like why are the buttons so chunky? But whatever, the visual novel format works perfectly for this kind of slow-burn corruption story.

You're playing as this young nurse who starts innocent enough but damn if the temptation isn't everywhere. The hospital setting actually makes sense for once - plenty of opportunities for those "accidental" encounters and late-night shifts where things get interesting. The handjob scenes are well-animated, and when she starts cheating... man, the guilt mixed with arousal is written pretty convincingly. The netorare elements don't feel forced either, which is rare. Usually these games just throw NTR at you like a brick to the face, but here it builds naturally through her relationships and work stress. The male protagonist whose perspective you occasionally get adds this voyeuristic layer that works surprisingly well.

Multiple endings mean you can explore different levels of corruption, from mild workplace flirtation to full-blown affair territory. The choices actually matter too - not just cosmetic dialogue changes but real branching paths that affect how far she falls. Some routes focus more on the romance aspect while others dive straight into the forbidden desires angle. The uniform fetish content is top-tier if that's your thing, and the big ass/big tits focus never feels gratuitous because it's baked into the character development. Still in development though, so expect some rough edges and placeholder content in later chapters.

Katy didn’t plan to end up surrounded by horny girls in tight uniforms, but that’s exactly where she lands - a pristine academy that looks innocent until you realize every hallway hides someone’s dirty secret. She’s supposed to blend in, keep her little “extra” part a secret, but the game doesn’t really let you stay quiet for long. You start with harmless stuff - chatting, exploring the dorms, helping classmates with “projects” - and before you know it, someone’s bending over a desk, and you’re wondering if you should stop or push a little further. The writing’s cheeky in that way: it teases you, then drops you into something filthy before you can think twice. It’s not subtle, but it doesn’t need to be.

What makes it weirdly addictive is how casual everything feels. You’re just living a day, checking your phone, picking what to do next, and suddenly you’re watching two girls making out behind the gym while pretending to study. There’s a voyeur vibe, but also this trainer-like loop where you shape Katy’s reputation - saint, slut, or both. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s just hot. The corruption part sneaks up on you; one moment she’s shy, the next she’s spanking her roommate for “discipline practice.” It’s messy, inconsistent, and that’s what makes it feel alive. The sandbox part gives you freedom, but it also means you’ll waste time doing dumb stuff like walking across campus just to peek through a window. Worth it though.

The art? Yeah, the girls look good - soft skin, big tits, that glossy anime sheen that makes you stare too long. But it’s the little things that stick: the sound of a zipper, the blush when someone realizes what Katy’s packing, the way control slips away during a scene. It’s horny, sure, but also kind of funny how everyone pretends it’s normal. Maybe it is, in this place. Maybe that’s the point.

Nathan opens his eyes in this weird half-clinic, half-prison place, and everything already feels wrong in a good way. Body doesn’t respond, mind is foggy, he’s strapped to a bed, and the first thing he really notices is not the beeping machines, it’s the nurse’s tits practically falling out of that tight white uniform while she leans over to “check his pulse”. The game doesn’t rush anything, and that’s kinda the fun part. You’re stuck, literally, but the world around you moves, bends, grinds on you. You’re this helpless patient who can’t walk, but all these women keep touching you, talking to you, turning their backs so their asses are right in your face, pretending it’s normal procedure. It feels like some fucked up mix of medical horror and porn parody, except the porn part slowly wins. Every time a new scene loads, you’re like, ok, what part of my body are they “examining” this time?

The nurses are the obvious stars here. Wide hips, heavy breasts bouncing under that too-thin fabric, stockings grabbing at their thighs. They move around the main room, doing real hospital stuff just enough to make you forget it’s an adult game for like five seconds. Then one of them casually wraps her fingers around your cock to “stimulate motor response” and you’re like, yeah right, this is definitely not in any medical textbook. There’s a moment with the older head nurse that sticks with me: she stands next to your bed, gives this fake serious speech about your recovery, then without changing her tone starts pumping you off with this lazy confidence, like she has done that to a hundred “patients” before. No music spike, no big cut, it just happens while she keeps talking. It feels obscene in this quiet way, like a Pornhub video accidentally left playing in a real hospital ward. Animation helps a lot here, her hand moving slow at first, then faster, tits barely contained, her eyes completely bored while your whole body reacts against your will.

What messes with your brain is how it leans into the harem angle while pretending it’s still a normal medical story. You go from being helpless meat on a bed to being the unofficial favorite toy of half the staff, and it doesn’t even feel like a power fantasy at first, more like being bullied by horny nurses. One sits on your lap to “test pressure points” and keeps grinding her ass right on your hard-on, another bends over so far in front of you you can practically count the pixels in her cleavage, and the older milf who should act professional is the worst offender, squeezing your shaft during “physio” sessions until you shoot all over her gloves. The weird part is how much time the game spends on tiny details, like the creak of the bed rails or the way the latex snaps when they pull it off their hands, and then other things are just ignored. There’s this plastic cup on the bedside table that keeps clipping through your arm and it annoyed me every time, but also I kept staring at one nurse’s ass while she walked away, so priorities, I guess. The pacing is slow, sometimes painfully, like edging in story form, but when it hits a scene where three women are basically arguing over who gets to make you come “for science”, it suddenly feels worth all the waiting and all the teasing and the fact that you’re still not really sure who Nathan even was before his cock became hospital property.

This one feels like someone took a comfy slice‑of‑life drama, locked it in a room, fed it way too much dessert, tied it up with a bunch of horny ideas about control, and then just let it slowly swell until nobody fits their old clothes anymore. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes here, you’re basically sliding into people’s lives and messing with the one thing they’re trying to keep steady: food, routine, and how much space their bodies are taking up. Girls start out “normal” chubby, then your choices quietly push them toward soft bellies, thicker thighs, boobs pressing against uniforms that really need new sizes. It’s not a sudden cartoon inflation, more like, one more snack, one more late-night delivery, one more “you look fine, trust me”, and you blink and go, ok, she actually grew a lot. The game leans hard into that mix of comfort and shame: they talk about being tired, about stress, about wanting to feel wanted, and you’re there like the little devil on their shoulder, handing them another plate and acting like it’s totally no big deal.

What makes it hit different is how slow and personal it feels. Conversations drag you in, they’re not just “click to fuck”. You’re asking about their day, about work, about why they always order the same greasy thing from that food app even when they swear they’re going to “eat better”. Then, little by little, they start trusting you. Letting you decide what they eat, how much, when they skip the gym. Sometimes it’s honestly sweet: you comfort a stressed girl with a big meal and she melts a bit, leans on you, tummy peeking when she slumps on the couch. Other times it’s darker, like when you nudge someone past the point she’s comfortable with and she still says yes because you’re the one paying attention to her. The control side sneaks in there: you choosing her portions, you telling her she looks beautiful tied to a chair, arms behind her, cheeks full of cake, belly pushing out, and she’s half embarrassed, half turned on. There is a harem structure going on, but it never feels like some clean checklist. It’s messy, like juggling chats, trying not to mix up who likes being praised for getting thicker and who is still pretending this is “temporary stress weight” while you’re literally the one making sure it isn’t. At some point you realize you’re basically running a quiet little cult of comfort eating and pretty captives, and the wild part is how normal it all felt on the way there.

Lydia looks like that girl professors quote as an example when they want to guilt the whole class. Star student, polite, skirt the exact length the handbook wants, always with some heavy textbook clutched to her chest. First few scenes really sell that fake safe little routine: campus courtyard, library, neat dorm room with color-coded notes, her phone buzzing with reminders instead of horny texts. You can almost smell the stress sweat on her, and it’s not even sexual yet, just that tight feeling in the throat when you know one mistake will fuck up more than just your GPA.

Then the screw up hits. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge surprise twist, more like a slow, ugly slide. One bad choice, one bit of proof in the wrong hands, and suddenly this guy has her by the throat without touching her. That first blackmail scene in the empty classroom is weirdly quiet. No dramatic music, just her in that spotless school uniform, legs clenched, trying to stand straight while he leans way too close and explains how deep he can bury her if she doesn’t play along. There is no “are you sure” button. The novel just keeps going, and you are dragged with her.

What hits hard is how the sex starts small and mean instead of epic. A forced handjob under a desk while another girl presents at the front of the room, his dick pressed in her hand, her face a frozen mask. A “study session” that turns into him groping her tits while she tries to finish a worksheet, his fingers digging into soft flesh, thumb circling her nipple through the bra until she gasps and then he mocks her for it. Her first time is not candles and romance, it is him pushing her down on the cheap dorm bed, one knee between her thighs while she keeps whispering that this isn’t what she wants, and he reminds her of those screenshots. The camera loves her ass and tits, but it never lets you forget her eyes.

It escalates in that sick, logical way power always does. One blowjob in a locked storage room becomes sucking him off in a car parked just off campus, windows fogged while he films every second on his phone. Her “punishments” flip into “tasks.” Wear the skirt shorter. No panties this time. Sit at the front row while he messages her instructions, like “spread your legs a bit wider” and “touch yourself during the lecture.” There is this brutal little scene where he makes her unbutton her blouse in the faculty restroom, bra pushed up, her big tits spilling out while he slaps them and calls her his personal exhibition piece, snapping pics to send to his buddies. She tries to hold onto her “good girl” thing, repeating to herself that this is just to protect her scholarship, her family, her future, but the game keeps chipping away.

Group stuff comes in later, not as a surprise kink, more like a consequence. He “shares” her in some club backroom, her on her knees, mascara running while a line of guys use her mouth. One grabs her hair, another squeezes that round ass so hard she flinches, someone else spanks her and laughs when she jolts. There is this sticky, messy bukkake scene where her school uniform is ruined, shirt soaked with cum, white splatters in her hair and on her cheeks, and he tells her to walk back through campus like that under a coat, no shower, just shame sticking to her skin. Later, when he starts sending her to fuck random men for cash, it hits different. She is still a “virgin” in her head, clinging to the idea that she only lost it to him, pretending the prostitution thing is just business, not identity. The game quietly disagrees.

The humiliation is constant but not one-note. Sometimes it is physical, like spanking her ass red in a stairwell where any student could walk in. Sometimes it is smaller, like making her flirt with a teacher while his hand is crammed between her thighs, fingers teasing her pussy under the skirt, her trying to form normal sentences. There are moments where she is clearly wet and hates herself for it, breathing hard while some guy finishes inside her and pulls out, cum dripping down her thighs, and she has to pull up her panties and go back to “normal.” She slowly learns that “no” comes with a price. Say no and he leaks something. Say no and he drags someone she loves into the threat. Say yes and she gets praised like a pet. The corruption here is less about magical corruption and more about that small voice inside changing from “this is wrong” to “maybe I deserved this” without you even noticing which scene did it.

On the surface it is just another kinetic porn story about a busty schoolgirl being turned into a toy. Big tits, big ass, a uniform that spends more time on the floor than on her body, oral, anal, creampies, all the menu items. But under that, there is this itchy discomfort, especially when she starts volunteering poses before he even tells her, bending over a desk, pulling her panties aside by herself, forcing a smile while guys jerk off on her face. I liked that, and also hated it. Sometimes the game feels too honest about how control works. Sometimes it is just horny as fuck, like when two guys grab her, one shoving his cock in her mouth, the other lining up behind, and she is pinned between them, gagging and moaning, breasts bouncing while he pounds her from the back until she squeals and he spills inside her raw. Then class goes on. Library opens. Life pretends to be normal again.

You can play this on your phone browser while pretending to check Telegram or Reddit, thumb tapping through scenes, one hand under the desk. It fits that secret vibe. A dirty little story about a girl who thought she could keep her world clean. Turns out cum stains are harder to wash out than she planned.

Ryuko walking back into that twisted academy in her busted-up school uniform feels almost casual at first, like she’s just visiting old classmates, and then suddenly she’s standing in front of Satsuki again and the whole thing flips from nostalgia to “oh fuck, this is a problem.” The story throws you right into this weird mix of sister drama and horny power struggle, where every girl in a sailor uniform seems one step away from either choking Ryuko out with her thighs or forcing her face into a very wet apology. It’s a parody, sure, but it doesn’t act like a joke. The uniforms are treated almost like weapons, and clothes only exist so they can be yanked, torn, or used to pin someone down while they’re being made to lick, swallow or just squirm and try to pretend they’re not moaning. You get a lot of shots of Ryuko trying to act tough while on her knees, mouth full, eyes half-wet with humiliation and frustration, and it kind of nails that messy feeling of “I hate this” at the exact same time as “don’t stop.”

The whole tournament thing is basically a ladder of bad decisions. Every round is another girl who wants Satsuki’s attention and is totally fine using Ryuko as a toy to get it. One fight will be more like a wrestling match where you’re slammed to the floor, skirt flipped, panties dragged aside and fingers working you open while the crowd laughs. Next, it turns into a femdom lesson where some smug chick in a pristine uniform sits on Ryuko’s face, holding her by the hair, making her eat pussy until she either taps out or cums first. The game is really into the humiliation side of things, so Ryuko ends up forced to masturbate in public, legs shaking while everyone watches, or she has to orally service a rival in front of Satsuki, like a test of “how far will you go for your sister.” Sometimes it feels romantic for half a second, like when Satsuki quietly touches Ryuko’s cheek after a match and calls her “pure,” and then a moment later she has her pushed against a wall, hand between her legs, testing how “pure” she really is. Lesbian stuff here isn’t soft; it’s messy, rough, full of power plays, spanking, forced poses, girls pressed to cold floors with their asses up, being told to beg for cock that never appears, only more tongue and fingers. And yeah, the accessibility is weirdly decent for an adult game, text pretty clear to follow, but then a big choice pops up and the focus order gets all fucked for a second and you kind of forget what you were trying to click while someone is describing how Ryuko’s mouth looks stretched around a rival’s dripping slit, and by then you’re not really complaining anymore.

Imagine walking into a clinic where everyone looks like they escaped from a horny Pinterest board you made at 2% battery. That is pretty much the energy of Futa Healthcare. It pretends to be all serious and medical, white coats and forms and “professional standards”, but two clicks later you’re watching a stacked futa nurse “check your reflexes” by making you stroke her under the exam table while she keeps a straight face for the other patients. The game leans hard into that whole “this is a legitimate checkup, sir” vibe while your cock is out, her cock is out, and nobody is doing anything that would pass any kind of ethics board. Which is the point.

You play this clueless young dude walking into a special clinic for futas, and he’s trying to act like he’s there for research or whatever, but the second a tall futa doctor in a tight uniform leans over him, you can feel his halo just slide off. There is this one scene where you’re supposed to fill a “sample cup” and the doctor says she needs to “supervise” because it’s for a special study. She stands way too close, latex gloves on, then she just wraps her hand around you and starts pumping while asking boring medical questions like “Any family history of heart issues?” while your dick is pulsing in her fist. It’s so dumb and hot at the same time. And they actually animate the rhythm, not just one lazy loop. Sometimes it looks a little stiff, sometimes you get that perfect angle where your brain goes quiet and your hand just keeps clicking next without reading.

The wild part for me was how often they weaponize uniforms. Not just nurses. You’ve got a strict futa doctor with glasses who talks like she cares about your long-term health, then tells you anal pressure tests are “routine now” and pushes a lubed toy in you while you’re strapped on your side, and the MC is half complaining, half moaning. Then later there is this older futa “specialist” with thick mom energy, huge tits pressing against her coat, doing a “family screening” with a relative in the next room, and the whole incest thing is just kind of dropped like it’s normal paperwork. She closes the curtain, tells you to relax, pulls your mouth to her cock and acts like it’s therapy. I’m there thinking, ok, maybe that’s too much, and still I click through every dialog line. The teasing is constant, they make you watch them masturbate on those stupid exam chairs, they grope you while talking about blood pressure, they send you out into the hallway with a visible erection because “we need to see your reaction in public situations”, which made me laugh because it’s so fake and also great. It’s rough around the edges, faces sometimes look a bit plastic, some animations loop weird, one nurse’s hand clips through a thigh every time she gives a blowjob and it drives me insane, but then she spits on the tip and the camera angle hits, and honestly I forget everything. The futa on futa checkups, the futa on female “patient comfort sessions”, the interracial scenes with that dark-skinned nurse riding your face while stroking her own shaft, the way they keep pretending it is healthcare when it’s just a sex dungeon with forms, it all blends into this messy, horny notebook doodle of a game that feels like someone put all their kinks in one medical folder and never cleaned it up.

Game throws you in as this young lieutenant who looks a bit too clean for all the shit he walks into. You’re leading Alpha 1, bunch of rough assholes with guns, armor and attitude, but somehow your cock still gets more screen time than the rifles. It starts serious, bullets flying, people screaming, blood on walls, a hostage situation that actually feels tense, then suddenly the camera is right in some older officer’s cleavage and you kind of forget there are terrorists outside. I was sampling sounds for a moan pack and I swear the first time one of the milfs pushed you against the concrete wall in that bunker hallway, her low breath and the metal clank from her gear rubbing the wall sounded like something from a gritty war drama, just with more tongue. They really mix the uniform kink with the dirty talk. She’s got that tight combat shirt that does nothing to hide her huge tits, and when she rides you on that steel table during “interrogation”, there’s this combination of muffled echo, boots squeaking and skin slapping that legit made me pause Spotify on my phone because I wanted it clean in my headphones.

The sex doesn’t come out of nowhere, but it also kinda does. One moment you’re planning breach routes, the next your commanding officer, a stacked silver-haired milf with this ice queen vibe, is chewing you out for disobeying orders. Then the scene flips and she has you pinned against a locker, hand on your throat, whispering in your ear that you better “prove you deserve that uniform”. Her moans are a little too porn-site-perfect sometimes, like I’ve heard that exact “ahh~” in half the videos on xVideos, but there’s this deep sigh she does when you push inside her the first time, like she’s been holding it in since boot camp. That one is raw. When she’s riding you, the armor pieces knocking against each other make this clicky sound that I actually found hotter than the usual wet squish. Feels like you’re fucking in a real armory, not some clean studio room. And yeah, they go hard with the violence in between, bodies on the ground, blood soaking the dirt, gunshots ringing in the distance while you sneak into some half-destroyed safehouse. It’s weird how fast the tone hops from romance vibes to “I’m gonna sit on your face in full tactical gear” and then back to planning how to get the VIP out alive. It shouldn’t work. Sometimes it really doesn’t. But then there’s this scene inside a transport vehicle, red emergency lights flashing, engine humming low, where one of the older women silently pulls you into her lap, unzips your pants and just starts stroking you in the dark while the rest of the squad pretends not to notice. The audio there is almost quiet, just her breath in your ear and the distant rattle of metal. I kept replaying that one, not even for the visuals. Just that rhythm, that mix of danger and slow, dirty handjob in a humming steel box. Yeah, I kinda hated how rushed some emotional bits felt, but I still went back to those scenes to steal sounds for my own stuff. Priorities, right.

You wake up on this flying steel hotel called HMS Yuritopia, officially as “new fighter pilot”, unofficially as “dude dropped into a horny anime base”. The whole thing has this weird mood where half your brain is going “ok, we have mission briefings and air combat to worry about” and the other half is looking at the Seraph Squadron girls in their tight uniforms and thinking about literally anything except safety protocols. It starts pretty tame, just chatter in the hangar, some teasing, a bit of MC awkwardness, you picking dialogue options and trying not to sound like a complete idiot. Then very quietly the game puts your dick on a rails and goes, yeah, this is about sex, romance, and also jets, try to keep up.

What I like is how it doesn’t shove you straight into porn from line one. You flirt, you pick sides, you piss someone off by choosing the “cool” answer that actually lands as cringe, and the game remembers it. One scene you’re in the cockpit, comms crackling, adrenaline going nuts while you chase bogeys over some nameless ocean, and then later you’re in the locker room with one of the girls, the air still buzzing from the mission, her boots half unlaced, her flight suit hanging loose from her waist. She lifts her foot onto the bench, starts smirking down at you, and suddenly you’re on your knees, cheek pressed to her thigh, tasting sweat and soap while she rubs her toes along your lips like she owns your mouth. She doesn’t even need to say “good dog”, you feel it. The game loves that kind of power imbalance, like constant little reminders that yeah, you’re the pilot, but they’re the real aces here, especially when it comes to your body.

At some point you end up in this semi-private observation deck, glass all around, stars and clouds outside, and one of them decides to use you as her stress relief. She sits on your face while the ship hums around you, legs clamped tight, voice dripping trash talk. She calls you pathetic in one line and then fingers your hair in the next, sighs like she’s actually proud you know how to use your tongue. You can feel her heels against your back, pressing, like she’s pinning you there so you don’t even think about breathing before she’s finished. Later, another route, you’re in her cabin, lights low, she makes you sit on the floor between her knees while she lazily strokes you with one hand and pats your head with the other, talking in that soft pilot briefing tone about how “a good subordinate obeys every order”. The handjob is slow and almost painfully controlled, she stops right before you cum just to tilt your chin up with her toes and ask if you deserve it. That’s the kind of mean that sticks in your brain. And then somewhere else, way less dramatic, you’re just in the mess hall, talking shit about loadouts and missions, and two girls are basically flirting with each other over your plate like you’re just background furniture, brushing each other’s fingers, trading little looks, and it’s somehow hotter than the obvious blowjob scene that comes later in the corridors when one of them drags you behind a bulkhead, drops to her knees, and uses you to wipe that smug smile off your face, except it doesn’t work because now you’re the one whimpering against the wall, trying not to make noise while she dribbles spit down your shaft and laughs quietly every time your hips jerk. The whole thing feels like romantic drama and horny barracks gossip got locked together in a cabin, and you’re the idiot who knocked on the door at the worst possible moment.

Are delivered a lot of viagra and valium. Ernie notices that heavy flo is currently taking those pills to utility room. Ernie decided to steal viagra, drink it and to fuck sexy nursie. He awakened a box where pills are where viagra but he can't separate and where is valium. He choose one bottle of pills and drank them. He had a dream that he fucks with nursie that is sexy and he understood that it was just a dream and wrong pills.