Eddie and Rachel look like that boring happy couple you scroll past on Instagram, the ones with the polite smiles and the rented apartment that pretends to be “cozy”. The game starts right there, in that fake normal vibe, with him already quietly falling apart inside and her trying to keep the whole thing from collapsing. There’s debt hanging over them like a nasty pop-up ad you can’t close, his dick is not cooperating because stress killed his confidence, and the only thing that still feels solid between them is this shared idea that they’re “a team”. The fun part is watching how fast that word stops meaning anything once money, pride, and a hungry cocked-up world start to push on them from all sides. The dev doesn’t rush it. You just read their chats, watch how they text, look at tiny reactions that feel a bit too familiar if you’ve ever stalked someone on WhatsApp or Telegram when you already knew something was off but still pretended it was fine.

The whole thing plays like someone stole a phone, unlocked it, and gave it to you. You’re not clicking choices to be a hero, you’re more like a creepy ghost sitting behind Eddie’s eyes while he tries to be the “good husband” and the “good worker” at the same time, and fails at both. The erotic stuff builds slow, mostly through Rachel’s side of the screen. At first she’s just desperate for a job, doing those semi-innocent selfies that are “only for my résumé” or “just to look more friendly”. Then the teasing starts to slip in. A bit more leg. Tight clothes. That moment she spends just a little too long on a message from some guy. You can feel the line moving and nobody says it out loud. The game is ruthless about that part: it never treats her like a cartoon whore, but also doesn’t protect her image. She wants to help Eddie, yes, and yeah, she also wants to feel desired again. That mix of guilt and arousal on her face when she masturbates after a flirty chat with someone who is not her husband is way more fucked up than any usual porn scene, because the writing already made you hear her breathing in your head before she even spreads her legs.

What really hits is how the corruption is not just about her pussy, it’s about the way they both look at each other. Eddie keeps staring at his phone, refreshing work messages, hoping his boss’s approval will fix his broken pride, while the person he actually married slides further out of his reach in the same rectangle he’s holding. There are voyeur moments where you see Rachel through screenshots, photos, or sneaky angles, like you’re peeking in from the corner of a chat window. She starts out shy, then slowly poses better, arches her back a bit more for that “just one more pic”, and the guys on the other side know exactly what they’re doing. There’s teasing, humiliating contrast between Eddie’s limp stress dick and the hungry reactions she gets online, and the game does not let you stop it or fix it. That’s the nasty charm of it. It’s a kinetic ride straight into that specific nightmare where your wife is still saying “I love you” while her fingers are shaking a little after cumming to someone else’s messages. No big choices, no clean escape, just that awful, hot, sticky feeling in your chest and your pants at the same time as you watch everything slide out of control.

Your grandparents vanish off the face of the earth, everyone acts like they’re dead, and the whole town just kind of… moves on. Years later you roll back in, phone in your pocket, brain full of horny thoughts you really shouldn’t have while asking people about missing old folks. It starts quiet. A simple mobile-style interface, tapping around like you’re just checking Instagram, but each location you poke has a little secret. A window left half open. A shower running too long. A MILF neighbor “too friendly” who somehow knows way more about your grandparents than she should, but instead you’re watching her bend over, thinking with your dick and not your head. Classic.

It tries to be a mystery first, and somehow still rubs your face in sex every few minutes. You follow clues like a point and click, only instead of boring keys and doors, you catch a girl masturbating with a toy on her couch because you checked the wrong camera at the right time. Or the right camera at the wrong time, depends how moral you are, I guess. There’s this voyeur vibe everywhere: security feeds in weird places, people who “didn’t know the camera is on,” and you, the good little detective, totally not replaying the clip three times before interrogating her about where she was the night your grandparents disappeared. The game teases you constantly. Women strip to distract you mid-dialogue, big tits pushed in your face while you’re trying to remember who lied about the last time they saw grandma. You tell yourself you’re focused on the case, but the next scene is you balls deep, creampie, and then going “oh shit, what was I doing again.”

What really messed with me is that there are superpower bits thrown into this small-town detective story like it’s normal. Suddenly you’re reading micro-expressions, nudging minds, or freezing time long enough to enjoy an “accidental” upskirt that lasts way too long to be accidental. It’s half sci-fi, half horny soap opera. The pacing is kinda weird sometimes, you’ll be in a really tender romance moment with a shy girl finally taking off her clothes slow, proper teasing, then the next tap dumps you in some sandbox area where a dominant older woman drags you around by the balls and talks like she owns the whole town. And you let her. Of course you let her. There’s one scene where a so-called respectable “auntie” type corners you during an “investigation,” pushes you into a chair, rides you until you’re shaking, then tells you important story info while you’re still buried inside her. That mix of information and sex is absolutely stupid and also exactly what my brain wanted. Animation helps a lot, nothing crazy, but enough bounce and wetness that when a big ass grinds on you, it actually feels like something. The game jokes about itself too, throwing in weird humor about old people, porn logic, and how no one ever calls the police, like it knows exactly what kind of trash it is. And yeah, sometimes the dialogue hits like a bad meme from 2014, yet I kept tapping, waiting for the next time a “serious interview” turned into you on your back, MILF on top, mystery temporarily forgotten under her.

According to Sofia feels like reading someone’s horny diary while drunk, where every second page is a new excuse for why “this doesn’t count as cheating”. You’re basically hanging inside Sofia’s head while she lives with Bob, swears she loves him, and then spends the whole game bending the idea of loyalty like it’s a yoga class for her morals. She’s this bubbly blonde who acts dumb on purpose, but she’s not dumb, she’s just really good at pretending rules are optional if the dick is big enough or the dare sounds fun. One moment she’s cuddling Bob on the couch, promising she’d never hurt him, and the next she’s at some party letting a stranger draw on her boobs with a marker because “it’s just body art, like a tattoo, not sex”. The game leans into that constant mental gymnastics. You get those scenes where someone dares her to play strip poker, and she folds instantly, loses on purpose, laughs, and ends up naked on the table with guys staring at her, and she goes “Don’t worry, Bob, it’s only a game, not cheating if nobody cums… on the inside”. Yeah, the logic is that cursed.

What I liked is how the situations escalate without a big dramatic drum roll. It crawls up on you. First it’s just some flirty truth or dare, “show your panties” kind of thing. Then suddenly she’s on her knees in the bathroom during a house party, giving a messy blowjob to some dude she just met because technically “mouth stuff isn’t real sex” in her weird internal rulebook. And the game really milks the facial expressions. She has that innocent wide-eyed look while she’s swallowing, like she’s trying to convince herself and the player at the same time that this is fine, totally fine, nothing wrong here. There’s this one scene with a “backdoor only” arrangement that pretty much sums up the whole vibe. She’s drunk, straddling this guy’s lap, already half fucked, then stops and giggles, “But it can’t go in the front, that would be cheating, only the back is allowed.” And yeah, the game commits. You see everything, how her body reacts, how she tries to say no and then changes her mind mid-moan because “rules are flexible, right?” It’s filthy, sometimes stupid, sometimes actually funny in a fucked up way. She’ll finish with another guy, wipe her mouth, then go home to Bob acting like the sweetest girlfriend ever, baking something or snuggling him like she didn’t just get railed in a stairwell. I wish the game sometimes slowed down to show more of Bob’s side, his suspicions, but it kind of works that he’s this soft blur in the background while Sofia’s wild logic runs the show. It’s her world, he’s just the excuse she uses to call the whole mess “technically faithful.”

Nami getting lost on some random island feels exactly like something that would happen in One Piece, but this game takes that idea and just strips all the shounen “friendship and adventure” crap away and leaves you with one thing: horny, selfish survival. You’re not here to be a hero, you’re here to watch a cute redhead pirate slowly sell out every bit of her pride just to escape a place that basically wants to eat her alive, piece by piece, in the dirtiest way possible. It starts almost innocent, like a goofy little parody where she’s annoyed at being separated from the crew, muttering about Luffy being useless again, and then the island starts pushing back. Weird altars, shady “deals,” strange creatures that feel like someone mashed hentai tropes into a blender and forgot to put on the lid. Suddenly it’s not about map charts anymore, it’s about how far she’s willing to go, how much shame she can swallow, and how much you want to see her fail at resisting.

The visual novel style actually works way too well here. You just click through and think “ok, it’s just text, it’s harmless,” and next thing you know you’re carefully choosing dialogue that pressures her into just one more little compromise. Say something rude to a pervy spirit, lose some safety. Say something flirty to get what you want, lose some dignity. It’s not super complex but it doesn’t need to be, because the corruption is the main toy. There’s this moment early on where she has the chance to walk away from a suspicious shrine and every normal player brain screams “this is a trap” and somehow your finger still goes to the option that makes her kneel and check it more closely. Same energy as pretending you’re going to play “for the plot” and then the first CG hits and you’re quietly turning the screen brightness down and closing Discord like you’re hiding a crime. The art leans hard into that anime parody look, you can tell exactly what character this is based on, yet her expressions are way dirtier than anything Oda would ever draw. Sometimes her face looks a little off and proportion goes weird for one frame, but honestly, it kind of fits the whole cursed island mood, like the world itself is a bit warped and sleazy. The sex scenes escalate from “oops, this is embarrassing” to “okay this girl is ruined and pretending she’s fine” and by that time your choices already pushed her there, so congrats, captain, this is your fault.

Kidnapped in the middle of training, dumped into a world that feels like a horny JRPG fever dream, and surrounded by women who could crush your skull between their thighs if they felt slightly bored. That’s basically the vibe here. You start as this pretty regular male trainee, trying to keep up with your sensei, then suddenly two insanely hot strangers show up, knock your whole life sideways, and drag both of you into some twisted fantasy realm where every “empress” you meet wants either your obedience, your cock, or both at the same time. Story pretends it’s about rescuing your sensei, but honestly half the time I forgot she even exists because the game keeps throwing another stacked villainess in front of your face and going “yeah, you’re gonna kneel for this one too.” And you probably will. The world is split into zones that feel like fetish stages: one moment you’re in some gloomy palace where the ruler sits on a throne like a bored goddess, one heel on your chest, next scene you’re sneaking through ruins with your balls still aching from the “training” she gave you as a reward for losing.

What really hits hard is how the women don’t just dominate you with dialog, they use the whole environment. Dungeon fight lost? You get pinned to the cold stone floor while she rides you slow, talking trash, making you beg as if the combat never even mattered. Win a “boss” fight? Nice try, she still ends up straddling your face, using your tongue like it’s just another weapon she looted. The 3D scenes lean heavily into big tits and body worship: soft skin, heavy breasts in your face, thighs around your head while she milks you like you’re just a toy she found in a chest. Some scenes are almost sweet for a second, when one of the empresses pretends to care, strokes your cheek, kisses you slow, then immediately flips you over and fucks you from above until you’re shaking and she’s laughing about how weak you are. Dialog swings from “I’ll crush your rebellion” to “I’ll drain you dry” without even a pause, and somehow both feel totally normal in this world. Combat and choices exist, sure, but half the time you click something and just wonder what fresh humiliation or surprise handjob is coming next. Honestly I loved it, and also kinda hated myself for loving it, which is exactly the mood this game seems to enjoy rubbing in your face.

You wake up half dead in some dusty tent, head ringing, body wrapped in bandages that smell like herbs and sweat, and the first thing you see is this desert beauty bending over you with her tits almost falling out of her clothes. Not some plastic bimbo, but that soft, dark eyed type, like old anime OVA heroines from the 90s, where the artist actually cared about curves and skin tone. She says her name is Imry, and you can’t remember jack shit, not even your own name, but your dick remembers everything just fine. The game doesn’t rush it, though. You lie there listening to the wind outside, hearing the tribe talking in low voices, the sound of camels, the desert at night. That atmosphere hits you in the brain in this lazy way, like when you rewatch some VHS hentai from your youth and suddenly remember the exact smell of your room back then. Imry keeps leaning in to change bandages, and every time, the camera gets closer to her lips, her neck, the edge of her clothes where her nipple is just barely covered. It’s that kind of slow, teasing erotic, not the modern "HERE IS NAKED BODY IN 3 SECONDS" type. Which is funny, because the game still lets you fuck pretty quickly if you push certain choices.

The whole setup with the tribe and Zaris and his daughter feels like some lost “Arabian nights but horny” doujin that someone found on an old hard drive and turned into a visual novel. You saved the chief’s daughter from bandits, got slammed in the head, now you’re the mysterious warrior outsider in the camp. Of course he offers you his daughter like it’s the most normal thing in the world. She’s this shy but spoiled desert princess, with gold jewelry bouncing on her tits every time she moves, pretending to be all proper while her eyes keep drifting to your crotch when she thinks nobody sees. There’s this one scene where you walk outside the tent at night, moonlight on the sand, wind blowing her veil, and you can choose whether to act like a gentleman or just press her against a tent pole and grind. I picked the “a bit gentle but still horny” option and the CG that followed… yeah, I had to pause and open Telegram because my phone buzzed, and when I looked back, her expression in that moment stuck in my head for hours. Old school blush, a little drool, thighs pressed together, not this sterile porn pose style you see everywhere now.

The mystery stuff about who you are is kinda there, but honestly, I forgot about it halfway because I was too busy trying to unlock all the scenes with Imry. Some dialogue pacing is weird, like the game suddenly jumps from “how is your wound” to “I have always felt alone beneath these stars” and then back to slow handjob in the same conversation, like someone edited three drafts together and said “good enough.” There is also one choice where the timing of the text box completely killed the tension for me, but I still clicked through because the next CG promised nipple. Sometimes the desert background looks copy pasted, sometimes it hits you with this really nice sunset and you think “damn, this would be a killer wallpaper on my old Windows XP machine.” The sex is more about skin and eyes and those small touches, like fingers brushing over scars, the way her clothes slip aside instead of just vanishing. Penetration scenes are direct, lots of fluids, hips slapping, that good stuff, but my favorite bits were the small lewd moments, like Imry’s hair all messy after she goes down on you and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, pretending nothing happened while her cheeks glow. It feels rough around the edges, like some half forgotten hentai CD-ROM game little perverts like me used to trade on shady forums, and that’s exactly why it stuck in my head after I closed the browser.

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.

Riveroaks looks like one of those nice West Coast towns from Instagram, but this game keeps poking the dirty meat under the skin. You play this broke guy who gets kicked out of home and suddenly finds out his estranged dad is a porn mogul with a new gay studio that needs a handler. Not in the fun BDSM sense. In the “sign contracts and worry about profits while staring at six packs” sense. Half the time you are trying to pretend you are a professional businessman, the other half you are trying not to get a visible boner during casting. The fun part is how casual the world treats sex. Everyone already knows you are Leonard King’s kid. Baristas flirt with you like they want a role, gym bros stretch way too close, and every conversation has this small chance to slide into filth. One second someone is talking about lighting, the next they are describing exactly how they want to be fucked on camera, and the game just goes “yeah this is normal”. As a horror nerd I like when a city feels like it has a pulse, and Riveroaks kind of hums like something alive and wet. Every location feels like a different fetish altar. The arcade with sticky neon, the gym with its sweaty muscle cult, the cute café where the “nice guy” director talks about art and then asks if you are comfortable filming a three-way with a choke scene. None of this is subtle. Sometimes it is hilarious and awkward and horny at the same time, like when you are reviewing test footage and realize the actor is staring straight into the camera, dirty talking you of all people, and the dialogue actually acknowledges your flustered silence instead of pretending you are a blank self insert.

What surprised me is how much the management part and the romance keep stepping on each other’s toes. You choose what kind of scenes to produce, who to cast together, what kinks to push, and later you have to sit with the people you just turned into “content” and maybe flirt with them, or listen when they tell you about their trauma, or both. There is this one moment where you schedule a shoot with a cocky twink and a quiet older guy, thinking “ok, this will sell, simple power play vibe”, and by the time you watch the preview cut you realize they actually clicked emotionally in between all the deepthroating. Then the game asks you, softly but not really gently, if you want to push them harder next time for profit or let them have a slower, sweeter scene. Of course I picked the darker option because I am weak and also curious. The aftermath hit harder than I expected, but then the next scene is just a stupidly funny argument in a bistro over whose ass looks better on camera, so your feelings never get to settle. It is messy, like real life, only with a lot more cum. The main character is weirdly relatable too. Not some porn god, just this slightly lost young dude who keeps flipping between horny, bitter, and accidentally caring. One route has you teasing a muscular cameraman in the locker room, trading nasty jokes until he corners you in the shower and asks if you are just playing or if you want him to ruin you for real. Another has you sharing late night drinks with an actor who looks like he walked out of a yaoi doujin, talking about family while his hand sits a little too high on your thigh. The sex scenes commit. They use the dirty words, they linger on bodies, they let you taste that feeling of being looked at like fresh meat. Sometimes the pacing goes weird and you jump from intense emotional build up to “ok, we are sucking dick now” with almost no breath, but honestly that clumsy cut has its own charm. Porn is rarely tidy. In my head I almost read Riveroaks like a cult story, only the cult is gay porn, and instead of summoning Cthulhu you are summoning audience engagement with horny thumbnails. There is something quietly corrupting about how normal it feels after a while to treat desire as a spreadsheet thing. And then a cute guy smiles at you from across the studio, half naked, and you stop caring where exactly your soul went.

Abducted feels like someone grabbed a trashy torture porn comic, a cheap soap opera and a drunk BDSM club story from Reddit, then smashed them together and forgot to clean up the mess. You’re not “in” the story, you’re more like the asshole in the back row shouting what the girls should do, and the game actually listens. Six rich or important women wake up in this giant cage, collars, chains, confused faces, all that. No guys anywhere, which is kinda nice for once, just women doing fucked up shit to other women. The captives are panicking, half naked, trying to cover themselves, and the game suddenly throws you a choice like “How does she react? Fight back, cry, or pretend to be tough?” and you’re basically picking their personality on the fly while some dominatrix-looking psycho is already eyeing which one to string up first.

What sells it is how petty the captors are. They’re not calm masterminds, they’re bitchy, jealous, horny and a bit stupid, which makes the humiliation scenes feel more chaotic and dirty. One of them gets mad because a prisoner is “too pretty” and you can choose if she shaves her hair, whips her tits until they’re red, or forces her to lick the boots of the others while everyone laughs. Then in the next scene the same domme is masturbating in a corner because she’s turned on by her own cruelty and you’re like “ok you need therapy, girl” while still clicking the most fucked up option. You’ll have moments where two of the kidnapped girls are forced to make out, with the collar chain pulled tight, and you decide if it turns into sweet, hesitant kissing or if the captor pushes them all the way to rough pussy licking and ass play just to make them cry from shame. The switch from teasing to graphic violence is sometimes so fast it almost feels like a bug, but no, that’s just the tone.

There’s no protagonist “avatar” to hide behind, which is weirdly hot and also kind of uncomfortable, because every time you pick “yeah, let her get anal with that toy in front of the others, no lube” you know you did that, not some faceless hero. The game keeps jumping between the cage girls, the evil crew and the outside investigators, and sometimes the pacing is all over the place, like you’ll spend ages on one scene where a girl is forced to crawl naked over a floor wired to a teasing device that zaps her clit every few steps, with you deciding if she holds back her moans or just gives in and squirts while everybody mocks her, then suddenly cut to a brief interrogation where someone gets electro-tortured and it ends before it really escalates. There are routes where you can corrupt a shy captive into a broken little sub who begs for group sex from her tormentors, another where she stays proud and gets extra punishment, public oral, spit in her face, all that, and then there are endings where someone manages to twist the power dynamic and cheat her way into joining the abductors, trading her “friends” for a collar upgrade and a place in the gang. A lot of scenes are just still renders, so sometimes you stare at one girl in a gag for way too long and start noticing dumb details like one nipple ring clipping wrong, and it annoys you more than the actual torture does. But then the next choice pops up, asking if she chokes on pussy or ass first while the others watch, and you kind of forget you were mad.

I didn’t expect to care about the outfits so much. The first time Kaylan walks into that smoky cantina wearing something that looks halfway between a pilot’s jacket and a dominatrix vest, I actually paused. Like, *why* does this cheap little visual novel manage to make leather look expensive? Everyone else’s clothes seem one breath away from falling off - especially that Twi’lek bounty hunter with the split skirt that screams “fight me but also ruin me.” It’s ridiculous, yet it works. Maybe it’s because the lighting’s uneven, like someone forgot to polish the render - makes the skin look more real somehow, less glossy doll, more sweaty body after a chase scene. I kept thinking, “This shouldn’t be hot,” but it was.

The sound though - it’s weirdly good. Not the music (that’s just spacey hums and random drum hits), but the way the moans are layered under the blaster sounds, almost like they belong together. There’s this one oral scene in the ship’s medbay where the hum of the engine mixes with her breathing, and it’s… unnerving? I mean, I replayed it twice, so maybe not *that* unnerving. And then suddenly they throw in some heavy drama about betrayal and destiny, like I didn’t just watch someone get pinned against a console five seconds ago. It’s jarring, but kind of perfect. You’re half turned on, half emotionally confused, which might be the point - or maybe the devs just didn’t plan it that way. Hard to tell.

What bugs me is the hair physics. I know, weird thing to fixate on when everyone’s naked half the time, but still. Her braid clips through his shoulder right when things get intense, and I can’t unsee it. Yet I’d still call it romantic, in that messy, sweaty, “we might die in hyperspace” sort of way. The whole thing feels like fanfiction that got drunk and decided to grow up. I’m not sure if I love it or if it just caught me off guard, but I haven’t closed the tab yet.