I didn’t expect the opening scene to slap that hard. You’re just standing there, half-broken hull around you, half-naked angel girl trying to look dignified while her collar blinks red every few seconds like some sick metronome. The captain walks in, voice like a bad radio signal, and you already know he’s going to be trouble. He touches her shoulder and - bam - your gut twists, not from shock, but from that weird cocktail of jealousy and arousal that this game keeps feeding you. It’s dirty, but not in the lazy way. The camera lingers too long, like it’s daring you to blink first. I didn’t. The whole thing plays out like someone’s fever dream of power and guilt and skin. Makes you feel complicit, which I kinda like. Some games treat voyeurism like a kink checkbox; this one makes it feel like a confession.

Then there’s that sequence in the maintenance bay - god, the lighting there. Blue flicker off the coolant pipes, the hum of half-dead machinery, and she’s there again, pretending not to notice you. The teasing is mean, but not cartoonishly so. She leans over, the slave tag glinting on her neck, and you can almost smell the metal. I won’t say the animation’s perfect - it isn’t - but it stumbles in a way that feels almost human. The moans don’t line up sometimes, and that somehow makes it better. You start thinking about the morality system that never really punishes you enough, about how the captain’s wives don’t even care you’re stealing glances, and then suddenly there’s a flashback about the fall of the Geniorcracy and I kind of stop caring about lore entirely. Maybe it matters, maybe not. What kept me there was that slow burn humiliation mixed with tenderness, like someone whispering “you’re disgusting” but softly.

Anyway, the soundtrack’s too clean, too polished - like it doesn’t belong in that filth. And I swear one of the sound cues is stolen from some old dating sim on Nutaku. Doesn’t matter. By the time the angel finally looks you in the eye, you’ve already forgotten what you were supposed to be doing.

Beast Boy's always been the comic relief of the Titans, right? Well, this visual novel takes that green shapeshifter and throws him into situations where his animal instincts aren't exactly PG-rated anymore. The whole "embracing his animal side" thing gets pretty literal when you're making choices about how far he'll push his powers with the ladies around him. And by ladies, I mean basically every female character from DC you can think of - Harley Quinn's there doing her crazy thing, Supergirl's got that innocent act going until she doesn't, and don't even get me started on what happens when Poison Ivy shows up. The corruption mechanics work through Beast Boy's transformations, where different animal forms unlock different... let's call them "interaction options" with each character.

What caught me off guard was how the game handles the power dynamics. Sometimes Beast Boy's the one calling the shots, using his abilities to get what he wants, but then you'll hit a scene where someone like Catwoman flips the script entirely and suddenly he's the one getting dominated. The lactation scenes with Power Girl were completely unexpected - like, who thought of that combination? But somehow it works in this weird universe they've created. The AI-generated artwork is hit or miss though, sometimes the proportions get absolutely ridiculous even by comic book standards, and Beast Boy's face occasionally looks like he's having an existential crisis mid-transformation.

The multiple endings thing is where it gets interesting because your choices about which animal forms to use actually matter for the story branches. Go full predator mode and you get the darker corruption routes, stick to gentler animals and you unlock the more romantic paths. Though honestly, the line between "romantic" and "completely fucked up" gets pretty blurry when tentacles are involved. The Raven storyline especially goes places that made me question my own kinks, but in a good way? Maybe? Look, if you're into transformation stuff and DC parodies, just prepare for some wild rides.

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Guy gets turned into roadkill, wakes up in horny fantasy land, and the first thing the world says is basically “congrats, you’re the protagonist, go ruin everybody’s morals.” That’s the vibe. It looks like some dev took an isekai light novel, poured milk all over it, and then asked “ok but what if every side quest slowly turned nice people into cock-drunk pervs with huge tits.” You wander around clicking on stuff like a regular point and click sandbox, but half the time you’re just peeking at thick milfs bending over, and the other half you’re getting sucked off behind some tavern while a slime monster pretends not to watch. The animated scenes are the real hook: boobs bouncing, milk dripping, asses shaking, all that 3D porn game energy where every character has a spine made of rubber and an ass that would absolutely kill your actual back. One minute you’re in a “normal” fantasy town, next minute you’re sneaking into a bedroom, watching a sleeping woman’s blankets slowly slide off her massive tits, and the game just quietly suggests “hey, what if you corrupt her while she sleeps.” It doesn’t ask if you’re a good person. It assumes you’re not.

What surprised me is how often it tries to be funny and actually lands it, then goes straight into some really fucked up humiliation or slave stuff without warning. There’s this milf with a huge ass who talks to you like you’re a useless little nerd, then three quests later she’s stripped in public, face red, tits out, calling you “master” while pretending she hates it and clearly loving every second. The corruption vibe is slow burn if you click around and talk to people, but if you’re impatient you can just stumble into scenes where a monster gets involved and suddenly that “adventure” tag stops feeling heroic real quick. Oral, vaginal, creampie, sleep sex, voyeur stuff, it’s all there, and the game’s not shy. I had one scene where I was hiding behind a door, watching a thick chick lactate all over herself while she tried to clean up, and I honestly spent more time nudging the camera just to see how the milk rolled down her stomach than progressing the actual quest. Stupid thing that bothered me: sometimes the sandbox pacing feels like the game forgot what it wanted you to do. You’ll be horny, you’ll have your dick in hand, and it’s like “go click this random barrel three times.” But then you get rewarded with some animated stripping scene where a monster girl does this slow, teasing dance that absolutely doesn’t match the silly fantasy tone and somehow that clash makes it hotter. It kinda feels like your browser history got reincarnated with you.

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Ace is that kind of guy you meet at a shitty afterparty and immediately know he only remembers names long enough to moan them. He works in porn, he treats sex like people treat swiping on Tinder, and his biggest life philosophy is basically “whose mouth, whose hole, what time.” Zero shame, zero depth, and somehow it fits him. The whole story kicks off when his genius boss decides Halloween is the perfect time to drag a porn crew into a creaky mansion in the middle of nowhere and shoot something “themed.” Of course Ace signs up. Of course. Hot girls, a big house full of places to sneak around, and a paycheck. On the surface it sounds like one more shoot for him, except this place has a history that doesn’t stay politely in the past and the girls are not just disposable fuckdolls. At least, not all of them. You’re moving around this mansion, checking rooms, spying on girls when they think nobody is watching, catching them in half-costumes and half-truths. The game really leans into that quiet moment when you’re hidden in a dark corner and she thinks she’s alone in her bedroom, fingers slowly sliding under panties, or kneeling in front of some “practice” prop, mouth opening like she’s rehearsing. The animation makes it feel like you’re stuck watching your own dirty imagination move in slow circles. I opened it thinking “ok, quick jerk,” and then I’m sitting there planning which corridor to stalk next.

I like how it pretends to be a harmless porn shoot and then keeps dropping these little choices that feel like they don’t matter at first, until suddenly they do. You flirt with one girl by the staircase instead of going to the kitchen, and later she’ll be the one tugging your belt open behind a dusty curtain, lips doing all the talking while she glares up like she owns you. Or you ignore her and maybe she’s the one screaming somewhere deeper in the house while you’re busy getting your dick sucked by someone else in an attic room. The game doesn’t scream at you that it’s a sandbox, it just sort of lets you wander, get lost, peek, jerk off in places you really shouldn’t, and stumble into scenes that feel like you crashed someone’s private porno. The dating angle is messy in a good way: you’re not this romantic hero, you’re Ace, you fuck around, say stupid things, pick the “wrong” girl, then later she’s the only one who still trusts you enough to drag you into a bathroom, lock the door with a shaky hand and drop to her knees like “we don’t have much time” while you’re half thinking about ghosts and half about keeping quiet so nobody hears her gagging on your cock. The voyeur parts are where it gets strangely intimate: watching two girls argue in the hallway, then one storms off and the other stays behind, leaning on the railing, breathing hard, sliding one hand up under her skirt, angry and horny and not knowing Ace is right behind a cracked door, stroking himself in sync. The phone format actually fits the whole thing, by the way; it feels dirty to be playing it on the same screen where you check work email and grocery lists. You go from solving some small puzzle with a creaky lock to getting your face sat on by a girl still in half her Halloween makeup, smearing lipstick on your skin while she grinds on your tongue like she’s auditioning for her own scene. It’s rough around the edges in that “made by horny humans with too much coffee and not enough QA” way, but honestly that kind of matches Ace himself, all impulse and no filter. There’s this one moment where you’re supposed to be doing something serious, digging into the mansion’s story, and instead you end up watching grainy footage on an old screen of a previous shoot that never finished, zooming in on a girl on her knees, drool webbing from her lips while she takes a thick cock deep, and you’re just there, thumb on your phone, stroking to a fictional guy who is technically your colleague. It’s grimy and hot and a little wrong, which is exactly why I kept going back into that damn mansion instead of answering my actual messages.

Quiet main guy with anger issues and a messy past, whole town calling him a killer, comes crawling back home with this crazy mix of guilt and “fuck you all” energy. That’s the mood. You’re not some heroic knight, you’re the dude who got his life ripped apart and now you’re choosing if people get punished, forgiven, or fucked stupid on the way to their doom. Sometimes all three at once. One second you’re watching from the shadows like a creep, peeking through doors, catching your “perfect” milf aunt fingering herself over some drama nonsense, next second you’re deciding if you just watch or walk in, grab her by the hair, and make her choke on your cock while she begs you to forgive the family. The game is very much: “Are you here for justice, or are you here to ruin everyone and cum inside them while they cry?” and the answer is usually yes.

You get this weird mix of romance and pure filth that kinda shouldn’t work, but somehow does. Like, the shy “good girl” who defended you when the others called you a monster? She’s technically off limits, yeah? Childhood crush, still virgin, still looking at you with those soft eyes. You can be gentle, take her first time slow, kiss her forehead, let her ride you while she shakes and clings to you like you’re the only safe thing left in the world. Or you just pin her down, hand over her mouth so the others in the house don’t hear, push into her tight pussy while she whimpers under you, and finish with a deep creampie she didn’t really agree to. The game doesn’t flinch. Sleep sex too, if you’re that kind of bastard: sneaking into her room when she’s out cold, pulling her panties aside, slowly sliding in while she’s half dreaming, half moaning your name, and you’re sitting there deciding if that’s “love” or just you using her like a toy. And yes, it actually animates those moments, hips moving, tits bouncing, your load spilling back out when you’re done. It’s dirty, in a way that feels personal, not just porn noise.

The power stuff hits hard because everyone tried to control you, so now you get to flip it. There are scenes where the same woman that lied about you is on her knees licking your feet, kissing your toes, trying to convince you she’s loyal while you rest your cock on her face like she’s furniture. Sometimes you go full male dom, handprints on asses, spanking until they cry, forcing them to jerk you off with shaky hands, or wrapping their tits around you for a messy titjob that ends all over their face while they call you “sir” with mascara running. Other times, you get trapped in their games. One of the older women can straight up ride your face and balls at the same time, pinning you down, making you cum on command like she’s the judge now, and you’re the poor bastard on trial. There’s even this moment where a woman spits on your cock, strokes you slow with her feet, teasing you for being so easy to control, and you’re just stuck watching your own precum drip on her soles. Interracial stuff shows up too, like the darker-skinned girl who talks big, then melts when you push her against a wall and pump her full, promising you’ll “ruin every hole” next time. And yes, expect spying on showers, catching them touching themselves, ending in more harem chaos than any serious revenge story should have. If you want every spicy scene to actually hit, don’t skip dialog, don’t rush. Let them talk, let the guilt and hate simmer, then when the clothes come off, fuck them like you’re settling an old score, not just clearing a gallery.

The subtle creak of worn leather contrasts with the cool touch of silk sheets, while a faint breeze carries the scent of rain through the open window. Skin flushes under teasing caresses, a battle between vulnerability and craving unfolding.

The accident stole his legs but not his hunger, leaving him trapped between despair and raw need. She announces a move to another city, promising care through a trusted friend, Clara, whose presence promises both comfort and chaos. His wife’s absence sharpens the sting of betrayal, making every illicit touch a cruel reminder of what’s lost.

Prepare to be drawn into a world where control is an illusion and the only certainty is the relentless pull of lust and betrayal. Indulge in explicit scenes of domination and submission, where humiliation fuels arousal and boundaries are shattered. Dive into a narrative that refuses to shy away from the raw, messy, and utterly irresistible nature of true NTR drama.

Truck-kun strikes again and this poor shut-in kid wakes up in what feels like some horny MMO server that forgot to implement shame. The start is kind of funny, he’s just confused, staring at this fantasy city where every alley smells like sex and magic, and you can almost hear the goddess going “yeah, you’ll figure it out, good luck, idiot.” I went in thinking classic loser-isekai with big boobs slapped on top, but it actually leans hard into that “you are prey here” feeling. First time you wander near the red light area and see a fluffy fox girl arguing with a slime prostitute about who stole whose client, it hits you this place runs on lust as normal currency. The voyeur stuff kicks in fast too: there’s a scene where you peek through shuttered windows and catch a centaur girl milking a cow-girl, swapping buckets, both laughing, and you can just keep watching them get more handsy while the MC gets painfully hard and does nothing about it. Or you can interrupt like a creep and change the whole vibe. Totally didn’t reload that twice. Nope.

What surprised me is how the game keeps throwing you into situations where your dick is negotiating with your sense of self. The succubus you chase at the beginning feels like “main heroine” at first, she’s all teasing smiles and fake kindness, but later you realize she is farming you like a battery. The first time she pins you down, riding you while tentacles hold your wrists and ankles, dripping some glowing stuff on your chest that slowly changes your body, it’s hot and really unpleasant at the same time. There’s this detail where she makes you drink from her, and you see your own chest twitch like it wants to grow, then stops. It’s such a tiny thing, but it sells that you are one wrong choice away from full transformation. Then later a cow-horned brothel madam offers you a “job” where you can either fuck clients or be fucked by them, including some very pushy monster girls who pay extra to drain you dry. The prostitution angle is weirdly casual: NPCs talk about it like normal work, while you’re standing there half-naked in a collar, wondering why the hell this contract asks if you are okay with lactation scenes. There’s a repeatable event where a spider girl uses you as her personal toy, dangling you over a nest and milking you into jars, and the game treats it like just another shift. It’s messed up. I loved it. I hated it. I kept coming back to try different paths like some degenerate speedrunner, all while listening to old YMCK tracks in another tab and thinking, yeah, this is absolutely not how my childhood idea of “fantasy world” looked.