Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

Naruto finally got the Hokage chair and, surprise, he basically married the office instead of Hinata. The game leans hard into that. You’re not “saving the relationship” or doing some romantic fix-it fantasy. You’re watching Hinata hit that point where the bed’s cold, the house is quiet, and the only one actually paying attention to her is a smug talking cat with better rizz than her own husband. D1 just strolls into Naruto’s home like he owns the place, curls his tail, and starts giving Hinata the kind of looks she hasn’t gotten since before Boruto was even a thought. It’s wrong, it’s messy, and it’s kind of hot how fast she goes from shy wife to “yeah, I’m going to fuck this problem away.”

The whole thing plays like a kinetic novel, so you’re not juggling a thousand choices. You’re more like a guilty spectator. Scenes just roll in one after another, and honestly that fits. Hinata’s not really deciding much anymore, she’s just sliding. One moment she’s alone in the bathroom, touching herself while thinking about Naruto coming home early. Except he doesn’t. Phone on the sink lighting up with village alerts while her toes curl and she tries to muffle her moans. And then the next scene she’s in the living room, D1 stretched lazily across her lap, his tail flicking near her thighs while he flirts like some sleazy bartender. When he finally gets her to straddle him on the couch, shorts pushed aside, her panties already wet from earlier, there’s this tiny pause where she says “this is wrong” and then her hips just ignore her. That first slow grind where she sinks down on him, eyes half-lidded, is way more intimate than any of the bigger, louder sex moments. Later, when he fills her completely and she clenches around him, the game holds on her face and the little tremble in her voice instead of some overproduced fireworks. And yeah, there’s a creampie scene on Naruto’s own bed, sheets bunched in her fists, D1 pounding into her from behind while her wedding photo stares from the nightstand. It’s trashy and a bit on-the-nose, but I still paused a second on that shot.

What caught me off guard is how they keep Hinata visually soft and homey instead of full-on porn cosplay. Big tits, big ass, sure, but it’s the way her tank top rides up when she’s doing normal house stuff, or how her shorts bite into her hips when she bends, that sells the whole neglected-wife thing way better than any jutsu. The animation isn’t flawless, sometimes her expressions snap a little weird mid-thrust, and there’s one masturbation loop that goes a bit too long and turns more funny than sexy, but honestly that imperfection fits the mood too. It feels like peeking at something you shouldn’t, not some polished “official” project. There’s a scene where she’s sitting at the window at night, hand between her thighs under the blanket, trying to imagine Naruto touching her, but every time she gets close, her brain replaces him with D1’s voice whispering in her ear. She still finishes, panting his name, then instantly covers her mouth like someone might hear, even though the house is empty. That stupid little detail stayed with me longer than the final full-on riding scene. And yeah, Naruto’s technically in the story, but in a weird way he’s just background noise, like the mission reports he buries himself in while his wife gets railed by a cat with better time management.

You wake up in this place called Furryville like someone dumped you into a horny self-help book and then forgot to proofread it. Buildings look normal, people do normal jobs, but everyone’s some flavor of fluffy, scaly or with too many tails and not enough clothes. Your guy is a total mess at the start, trying to pretend he’s got his shit together while secretly jerking off in a crappy rented room and spying through half-open curtains at neighbors that really should close their blinds. One minute you’re having a cute coffee talk with a shy bunny girl who blushes so hard she can’t say “blowjob” without choking, next minute you’re pinned against a wall by a smug fox who’s blackmailing you with some very inconvenient screenshots and one hand is already sliding into your pants like this is the most casual thing in the world. The shift from wholesome “hey, maybe I can rebuild my life” to “oh, I’m getting my cock sucked in a back alley by someone with fur on their tongue” happens way faster than you expect, and somehow it doesn’t feel forced, just chaotic in a good way, like a scuffed roguelike run where the game keeps throwing weird events at you to see if you crack.

The romance stuff hits harder than it has any right to. You start out just thinking “ok fine, I’ll pick the flirty wolf bartender, clearly tagged for vanilla sex and easy creampie routes,” and then suddenly you care about his stupid drama and why he can’t say what he actually wants. Sex scenes actually react a bit to how you treated them before: act like a dick and you still get your dick wet, but the vibe is different. There’s this one scene where you’re comforting a catgirl after some heavy drama, and it starts with just holding her in bed, fully clothed, then turns into this slow, almost awkward handjob where her tail keeps twitching against your thigh. No crazy positions, no circus porn, just small touches, then she asks if it’s ok to watch you finish and suddenly you’re jerking off for her, her fingers resting at the base of your shaft as she leans closer, eyes wide, whispering that she wants to see it all on her belly. Later, with another route, that same girl is pushed into way filthier stuff if you go down the more manipulative choices, like you agreeing to be part of some blackmail arrangement and ending up fucking her from behind on a desk while the guy who set it up watches from the doorway. She’s trying not to moan too loud, you’re trying not to cum too fast, and the voyeur’s just there, breathing louder each thrust. It’s hot and also uncomfortable and somehow fits the whole “redemption but also I’m kind of trash” vibe. There’s anal, there’s messy creampies where you can actually see it dripping out while she tries to walk, there’s silly scenes like you getting a blowjob under a table during a “serious” talk, and yeah, a bunch of masturbation moments where your guy is just sad and horny, phone in hand, scrolling through chat logs with the same people you’re romancing. The writing stumbles sometimes, wording is clunky here and there, but honestly that makes it feel more real, like everyone is emotionally constipated and horny at the same time. It’s not polished, it’s not trying to be art, it’s more like a horny little world that changes just enough when you push different buttons, and half the fun is seeing which route turns into warm cuddling after sex and which one turns into “I just let a smug fox jerk me off while threatening to leak my pics, and somehow I liked it.”

The premise grabbed me immediately - a porn screenwriter forced to become an actor while his wife secretly does the same thing. It's like watching two people play the most awkward game of sexual hide-and-seek imaginable. The netorare elements creep in slowly, building this suffocating tension where you know everything's about to explode. I spent way too long analyzing the dialogue trees in the first act, trying to figure out if the protagonist's constant nervousness was intentional character development or just clunky writing. Either way, it works because you feel that same anxiety watching him fumble through excuses about his "late nights at the office."

What really got under my skin was how the game handles the cheating mechanics. Your wife starts acting different - more adventurous in bed, new techniques she "read about online." Meanwhile you're learning those exact same moves on set with actresses who have absolutely massive tits and won't shut up about how good you are for a "beginner." The irony is suffocating but also incredibly hot. The multiple endings system rewards different levels of deception, and I found myself reloading saves just to see how many lies I could stack before everything collapsed. The anal scenes with the MILF director are particularly well-animated, though her dialogue during the exhibitionism segments feels forced. She keeps talking about "teaching young talent" while bent over the craft services table, which... okay, sure.

The creampie scenes pack real emotional weight because they're not just about the physical act - they're about betrayal, about crossing lines you can't uncross. When your wife finally admits her own secret career in adult films, the confrontation scene offers genuine choices that matter. You can embrace the swinging lifestyle, fight for traditional monogamy, or spiral into jealous rage. The big ass actresses your wife works with become recurring characters, adding layers of complexity I didn't expect. Sometimes the game crashes during the more intense oral sex animations, but honestly that just gave me time to process what the hell was happening to this marriage.

Power, tits and dragons, in that order. Whores of Thrones takes the whole Seven Kingdoms mess and asks a very simple question: what if everyone stopped pretending they have honor and just started fucking for it instead. You’re dropped into this twisted court drama where every “deal” is half politics, half who is on their knees, and it leans hard into that. One scene you’re whispering dirty orders in a candlelit sept, next scene you’re watching a proud knight get milked by a monster he tried to stab. The story does that slow corruption thing: characters start with some fake moral line, then a bit of blackmail here, a “do this or I ruin your house” there, and suddenly they are naked in public, on their knees, kissing boots, begging for more. It doesn’t rush it, which I kinda loved and also kinda hated when I wanted to just go straight to hardcore. Sometimes you’ll pick a choice and think “ok soft scene now” and the game responds with anal, a collar, and a smug priest watching. Not complaining, just surprised. Often.

Fan service is insane. Sansa, Arya, Daenerys, Cersei, all twisted versions of themselves, each pushed into their own flavor of kink. There is this one path where your male character gets to break the noble “ice princess” step by step, starting with just making her show her feet, then kissing them, then using them on your cock like it’s nothing, until she goes from disgusted to needy. Long scene, very slow, and honestly the footjob animation and expressions are way better than they should be for a porn parody. Then you flip to another route and you’re playing a girl instead, suddenly on the other side of the leash, teasing another woman, riding her face and using toys on her while you promise to protect her family if she just obeys. Lesbian stuff hits different here, because they make it half affection, half “I own you now”. You can feel the writers grinning when they script a holy woman forced into exhibitionism in front of her own followers, or when a dragon queen ends up bent over a balcony, pretending she cares about the city while you’re just pounding her and talking about who she has to marry next. There’s vanilla pussy grinding right next to anal punishment, incest whispers in the background mixed with religious guilt, some brutal female domination scenes, gay side paths that go from awkward to “oh shit this is rough” in two clicks. It goes from funny parody to “damn, that’s filthy” really fast. And yeah, you can play it on your phone, which is a blessing until you realize you just opened a scene with a chained noble girl licking a boot and a dildo in the middle of your train ride, and now you can’t look anyone in the eye.

Tangled Hearts starts like one of those spy shows you half watch while scrolling TikTok, except suddenly you realize you’re way more invested in who the guy is fucking than who he’s supposed to kill. You play this ex CIA dude who looks like he sleeps two hours and fucks for six, and everyone around him either wants him dead, wet, or both at same time. The funny thing is the game *pretends* to be about debts and danger and secrets, but the real danger is you falling hard for the wrong woman and then reloading your save because she called you “good boy” with that smug smile. I swear this game weaponizes big tits and smug grins more than it uses guns. The first time one of the women leans in, presses you against the table and just whispers in your ear while her hand is already under your belt, I forgot there was any “mystery plot”. My brain empty. Only thighs. And yeah, everyone’s stacked. Not just “porn big”, but the kind of big where the shirt is doing the Lord’s work and failing. There is this scene where you wake up from a nightmare, sweating, thinking about a botched mission, and then she crawls over you on the bed, plants her ass right on your hips and tells you, totally calm, that she’ll help you “relax” so you don’t have bad dreams. Then she just slowly grinds on you through your boxers, teasing you while talking about classified intel like it’s dirty talk. I actually had to pause, laughed out loud, then unpaused and enjoyed the hell out of it.

What really messes with your head is how romantic it pretends to be. One moment it’s candlelight, soft music, her fingers brushing your cheek, her big tits pressing on your chest while she kisses you so slowly you feel your whole body clench. She’s whispering she needs you, that you’re the only one she trusts, all that sweet bullshit. Next moment she’s pinning your wrists above your head, riding you like she owns your cock, and you realize the “trust” is more like “you’re mine now, shut up and cum when I say”. The female domination stuff is not cartoon harsh, more like psychological trap. They make you want to please them. They look at you with those eyes like “are you a man or a scared little boy?” and suddenly you’re on your knees with her thighs around your face, tongue buried between her legs, and she’s using your hair as a handle. Oral scenes go both ways, but honestly the women are running the show. One of the hotter moments for me was not even the explicit penetration, it was when she made you eat her out for what feels like forever, pulls away right before she finishes and tells you you’ll only get to fuck her if you solve part of the mystery for her. That mix of frustration and horny is evil. The game likes to play with dreams too, those dream sequences where you’re never sure if you’re actually in danger or just being mindfucked. You’re tied to a chair, some unknown woman is circling you, brushing her fingers over your cock through your pants while asking these cold questions about your past. Then she just sits on your lap, grinding slowly until you’re shaking, and the scene cuts before you can cum. The story tries to be serious espionage, but I kept arguing with myself which girl is the real best option, and I’m telling you, if you say the sweet one with the big soft tits who pretends to be innocent is not secretly the scariest, you’re coping. I wish there was less blueballing sometimes, but in a fucked up way, that’s also what makes it stick in your head. You’re not just fucking them, you’re getting caught in their web, and half the time it feels like you’re the one who asked for it.

You start as this guy who got totally screwed over by life. Framed for killing his own father, thrown in prison, years just gone. When he finally walks out, the whole vibe of the world feels off, like reality forgot how to be normal. And then his dreams stop being just dreams. One night you’re staring through your own eyes, next night you’re suddenly in this other place, like a sci-fi fantasy city with neon and magic at the same time, stuck in a tight POV view with a monster girl pressing her huge tits against your chest, asking why you keep running from “your power.” She’s got horns, a tail, and an ass that fills the whole screen when she turns. You’re supposed to be scared, she’s talking about fate and monsters and some cosmic war, but instead you’re watching her lips as she wraps them around your cock and drools all over it, eyes rolled back in full ahegao while you’re still half sure this is a nightmare. It’s not. Not really. Every time you cum, the dream world reacts, like you just flipped a switch in some forgotten machine.

Then, outside of dreams, your life is this weird mix of murder mystery and porn logic. You’re “trying to rebuild yourself,” but what actually happens is you keep meeting women who are way too into your mess. The milf neighbor who knew your father and keeps “comforting” you by letting your hands wander under her blouse, whispering that you’re so much bigger than he was while she grinds on your thigh. The shy virgin cosplay girl who acts like a nervous little mouse in the day, then shows up dressed as some space elf at night, kneeling between your legs with glitter on her cheeks, giving you slow, sloppy oral and stopping every few seconds to tease you with just the tip between her lips, like she’s roleplaying she never did this before. She says she wants to help “investigate” your case, but somehow the investigation scene ends with her riding you, big tits bouncing, begging for a creampie so hard she forgets the whole point of the conversation. Sometimes you get to flip things and go full male dom, hand around a throat, fucking her from behind until her tongue’s out and she’s moaning like a broken toy. Other times the game flips you on your back and lets a dominant woman sit on your face, grinding her pussy over your mouth while she uses a vibrator on your cock and denies you until your vision almost fades. There’s anal, voyeur moments where you spy two monster girls going at it in a shower, footjobs from a smug heroine who claims she “won’t touch you with her hands,” titfucks where your cum ends up all over soft big breasts, toys shoved into dripping holes while you stand there, watching, choosing whether you help or just enjoy the show. In the middle of all that, you’re chasing clues about your father’s death, unlocking superpower stuff tied to sex and emotions, and somehow building a harem of humans, milfs and literal monsters who all want a piece of you. It’s messy, horny, sometimes actually emotional for a second before someone gets groped against a wall and you forget what you were even talking about.

Alright so this game caught me off guard in the weirdest way possible. Started playing because honestly the premise sounded pretty basic - some MILF shows up at your door and you're supposed to seduce her or whatever. But then it gets all conspiracy theory on you? Like one minute you're trying to figure out how to get this busty woman out of her clothes, next minute there's some secret organization pulling strings behind everything. The tonal shift is so jarring it's almost funny.

The point and click mechanics work fine I guess, though sometimes clicking on objects feels random as hell. You collect these items that unlock new scenes but the game never really explains what you're supposed to be looking for. Found myself clicking everything like a maniac just hoping something would trigger. The animated scenes are decent enough - nothing groundbreaking but they get the job done. Big tits, big ass, all the usual suspects are there doing their thing. The oral and anal scenes have some nice variety to them, and the vaginal stuff doesn't feel too repetitive which is more than I can say for most games in this genre.

What really threw me was how the story tries to be more than just "fuck the MILF next door." There's actually plot happening between all the teasing and sex scenes, which feels weird but also kind of refreshing? The whole secret organization angle comes out of nowhere though - like the developers couldn't decide if they wanted to make a simple porn game or some kind of adult thriller. The customizable names and relationships thing is whatever, most people probably just leave it as default anyway. Still haven't figured out what half the items I've collected actually do, but the scenes keep unlocking so I'm not complaining too much. Game's unpolished as fuck but there's something charming about how it doesn't take itself too seriously while still trying to have an actual story.

Game hits you in the face right from the start. Dad is dead, you hated his guts, thought that would be the moment you breathe easy, and instead you walk straight into this rotting corporate circus he left behind. Whole thing feels like someone mashed a late night office drama with porn and then sprinkled in jokes that maybe you shouldn’t laugh at, but you still do. You play this guy who is finally “free”, except not really, because every time you click something you discover another way your old man fucked your life from beyond the grave. One moment you’re staring at spreadsheets and company reports, next moment you’re getting a blowjob in a glass office where anyone could walk in, and the game just treats both scenes like they’re equally normal. It’s not subtle. It’s not trying to be smart. But there’s this weird undercurrent of “this is kind of sad, actually” that sneaks in under all the sex and stupid jokes. That mix is what works here. Or doesn’t. Depends what mood you’re in.

What I liked a lot is how the story keeps switching gears. You’re arguing in a boardroom about who really owns what, everyone lying, everyone smiling, and then you go home and suddenly the family shit starts. You think it will be some cozy healing stuff, but nah, it’s pure tension, people holding grudges, some of them clearly using you, some maybe wanting to help, but nobody is clean. The MC will crack a joke right after a heavy reveal, and in same evening he’s going down on a girl in an office chair while worrying about inheritance. The sex scenes themselves are pretty blunt: vaginal, oral, messy, a lot of looking at each other in awkward positions that feel more human than “perfect porn angles”. Sometimes the pacing is a bit off, like you get a huge mystery tease about what your father really did, then the game just throws a goofy scene with you accidentally walking in on someone changing clothes, and that clue you cared about kind of floats away. Also, the UI pissed me off once because I misclicked during a serious conversation and jumped into a scene I wasn’t planning to see yet, and yeah, I never fixed that save. Still, the vibe of this one is: broken family, fucked up office politics, dark jokes landing in the worst possible moments, and you trying to enjoy the sex while wondering if you’re turning into the same kind of asshole your father was. And somehow that’s hot. And depressing. And funny. All at once.