You wake up broke, pissed off at life, no future, no pride, just this huge hole in your chest where your old world used to be. And instead of a therapist or some motivational TED talk, you get a hot, cocky voice living rent free inside your skull. She sounds like the kind of woman who would ruin you at a bar and then sit on your face as a “sorry.” She keeps teasing you, telling you she can fix everything, drag you from total loser to guy who has a bed full of greedy hips and heavy tits and girls who actually beg you to cum inside. Not in a “maybe someday” way. In a “shut up and trust me, you’ll knock them all up if you listen” way. It feels like the game really wants you to lean into being selfish, horny and kind of broken, and it doesn’t judge you for it. She pushes you toward the MILF who hides her loneliness behind a fake calm smile, the younger girls who pretend they don’t want you but watch your hands a bit too long, the one with the ass that jiggles like it’s got its own gravity. Every conversation is this mix of teasing and filth, and it always feels like you’re two choices away from someone moaning your name into a pillow.

The sex is not shy at all. When the clothes finally come off, the camera loves big asses and big tits like a religion. The girls move, they gasp, they ride, they swallow, and the game lets you see their bodies from angles that feel almost too intimate, like you shouldn’t be allowed to stare this long. Pussy gets stuffed, throats get used, cum drips, bellies swell. Pregnancy is not just a random checkbox in a menu, it becomes part of the fantasy. You finish raw, there is that beat of “fuck, what did I do,” and then the game doubles down and makes you enjoy the idea that you just planted your seed in her. There is a lot of family-heat too, that forbidden, brain-melting incest vibe that makes you feel dirty and turned on at the same time, like watching something you absolutely should not. The harem angle is strong: girls orbit around you, they want you, fight for your attention, get jealous, share you anyway. And even while the story keeps pretending it’s about fixing your life and emotions and trauma and all that, it always ends up circling back to you with a handful of soft hair in your fist, a body bouncing on your cock, a mouth around you, or a woman pressed under you whispering “inside” while the voice in your head just laughs and tells you to give her everything.

Rito’s life was already a mess, then this pink haired alien princess with a genius brain and zero sense of modesty just… crashes straight into his boring school days. It looks like the usual goofy harem setup at first glance: uniforms, hallways, the classic after-class rooftop scene, her ridiculous gadgets popping out of nowhere. But this thing is way more horny and way more mean than the source. You scroll in thinking “haha funny To Love Ru parody” and suddenly you are watching your MC try to act like a good boy while Lala is bouncing around with tits that literally do not care about gravity, ass barely covered by the skirt, dragging him into problems he never asked for. It’s that perfect mix of stupid comedy and “ah fuck, that’s actually kind of hot” where you feel bad for laughing but you keep going anyway.

The big charm is how every “innocent” school moment can twist into something filthy real quick. One second you are in a normal classroom scene, teacher pretending nothing is weird, and Lala is leaning forward over the desk, boobs squished on the table, skirt riding up enough to see she absolutely did not dress according to any school rules. Next click and she’s accidentally turned some gadget on, sucking the MC into an empty club room with her, bodies pressed together, moaning like she has no idea there might be someone right behind the door. And yeah, the netorare part is not just a tag slapped on. It creeps in around the edges. The game kinda teases you at first, making you think you are safe in classic goofy harem territory, then just casually drops a scene where another guy “helps” her with some machine and her face is way too flushed for it to be innocent. You know that feeling when you scroll the dialogue too fast, then go back because you’re like “wait what the hell did he just put where?” That. It kicks you in the gut a bit, even if she is laughing and acting like everything is just fun experiment time. I actually got annoyed in one corridor scene because the MC is literally right there and they are acting like he doesn’t exist, but the game kind of wants you to sit with that frustration. It even plays some silly, lighthearted lines during the most messed up NTR moments, which is both hilarious and slightly evil.

Sex scenes go hard on physical stuff. Huge tits in motion, that tight school uniform clinging to wet skin, stockings half pulled down while she rides like she forgot what the word “shy” means. There’s vaginal stuff here that looks and feels messy and desperate, not some super romantic soft-focus bullshit. You get that classic “caught in the infirmary” scene, but instead of some blushing confession it turns into Lala grinding on a dick while the MC tries not to cum too fast, and then later hearing some NPC talk about how “Princess-sama seemed awfully tired after lunch with senpai.” The game is not subtle. Sometimes it even ruins its own mood on purpose, like you are really in the zone watching her get pounded over a desk, then she activates some gadget by accident and the whole environment changes, but not the fact that she’s still being fucked, just now in another part of the school. It’s stupid in a good way. I kinda wanted more jealousy reactions from the MC in some scenes, but whatever, it fits the parody vibe that he keeps getting dragged along, confused and horny, while Lala spreads her legs for “science” or “training” or whatever excuse she throws out. If you like that messy mix of comedy, big soft bodies in too-tight uniforms, and the slow sick feeling of “oh no she’s enjoying this with other guys too”, this thing absolutely scratches that itch and then stomps on it.

Friday night, cheap beer, sticky pub floor, and this girl walks in like she accidentally spawned from a different game. Proper 10/10, the kind of face that makes you close whatever you’re doing on your phone, even Pornhub, which is already a big sacrifice. She talks about modeling, and your horny little brain goes, yeah, sure, “art.” Next thing, you invite her for a “private photoshoot” at your studio. And the game is basically what happens after that, but with way more close-up shots of skin than any camera sensor actually needs. You’re in control of this dude who is half photographer, half dumbass, and all his charm is basically you picking lines that are either smooth or cringe. Sometimes you pick the flirty answer and she melts a bit, sometimes you pick it and she looks at you like you just farted into her handbag. Those tiny reactions are the fun part. Like, one second she’s teasing, biting her lip, letting you adjust her pose, and the next you say something slightly too thirsty and her whole vibe tightens up. It’s awkward, in a real way, which is hot as hell when the game lets you fix it and slide back into that soft, slow build, where she starts trusting you with riskier poses, less clothing, more touching that is “just for the photo,” sure.

The sex doesn’t drop on you out of nowhere. You kinda grind your way there, choice by choice, all the way from her standing shy in jeans and a top to you convincing her to try lingerie, then topless, then sitting in your lap while you “check the lighting.” There’s that nice escalation where simple things feel dirty. Like when you tilt her chin up to find the right angle and the game just lingers a bit too long on her lips. When she finally drops the act and starts grinding on you, that’s where the game says, ok, we’re doing this, and you get the full menu: her on her knees, wet messy blowjob with spit that actually looks like spit, not some weird clear slime. You can push it to titfuck, and the dev clearly likes boobs, because the camera just sits there and worships them. You get her on the couch, panties hooked off to the side, you eating her out slowly while she pulls your hair and legs shake. Sometimes the animations are almost too smooth, like TikTok filters had sex with a fleshlight, but they do hit that “I should probably mute my speakers” level. Vaginal, anal, the game lets you switch positions, and when you finally go for her ass it actually feels like a moment, not just “extra hole unlocked.” She tenses, you talk her through it if you didn’t screw up your choices earlier, and when she relaxes and starts pushing back, yeah, that part stayed in my head longer than I want to admit. The romance bit is weirdly sweet and also kinda fake, like Tinder chat that went way better than it should, but it works enough that when you cum all over her belly or inside her, it doesn’t feel random. My only real complaint, and this will annoy me forever, is there’s this one line she repeats about “trusting your artistic vision” that pops up twice in different scenes, and every time I see it I stop thinking about sex and start thinking about copy-paste. Anyway, if you’ve ever pretended your phone camera makes you a photographer just to see more skin, this feels like someone made a horny little simulator of that exact fantasy and turned the dial all the way past “wholesome romance” into “I’m absolutely jerking to this.”

You’re this so-called genius cultivator student who absolutely did not ask to be dropped in the middle of a collapsing multiverse, but here you are, with way too much power, a dick that gets you in trouble, and a mentor who looks like he could punch a planet in half and then go back to meditating. The whole thing feels like someone smashed together a Wuxia power fantasy, cyberpunk neon porn, and those old-school space harems where every woman is absurdly hot and also probably able to crush you with one thigh. Which, by the way, happens at one point, and it’s animated enough that you kinda feel it in your ribs. You’re chasing your lost heritage, talking about Dao and cultivation realms, but every “breakthrough” ends up with you buried in some monster girl’s tits or pinned against a glass wall by a smug cyber-elf with glowing tattoos and a strap-on that hums like a starship engine.

The game swings really fast between serious “save the universe” stakes and “ok, now watch this tiger-eared general with a huge ass ride your virgin protagonist until he can’t breathe.” There’s this early scene where your battle group of women, all completely different flavors of dangerous, argue about tactics. It starts like classic sci-fi war room talk, then one of the twins just casually drops “We should test his endurance again, he almost fainted during the triple-oral training,” and nobody blinks. You end up on your knees in some high-tech cultivation chamber, three girls using you like a living toy while their auras clash and glow all around you, neon lines tracing over their skin, tails swishing, cybernetic implants pulsing, and they complain about your technique like it’s just drilling homework on Discord. The MC is technically this unstoppable prodigy, but half the time he’s getting blindfolded, tied up with glowing restraints that react to his spiritual energy, and used as a focus tool while the girls fight off monsters in the next room, dripping back into the scene covered in ichor and sweat and then grinding on his face like it’s part of the ritual.

Sex scenes feel less like “reward for quest” and more like a twisted part of the cultivation path. Need to unlock a new superpower? Fine, time for a group session with the twins and the stoic swordswoman where they edge you with toys that look like ancient artifacts, talk about meridians and energy flow while you’re balls deep in a fox-girl who purrs and claws the floor, then they time your orgasm to a cosmic event outside the window. There’s a cyberpunk city arc where you chase a lead on the Cursed God, and instead of subtle detective work, you end up in an underground BDSM club run by a furry empress in a latex qipao who uses your cock as “payment” for information, testing you with shock-collars and breathplay while rain hits the neon glass. One moment you’re trading philosophical bullshit on destiny, the next you’re getting deepthroated by a monster girl with bioluminescent tongue rings who swallows you to the base and then opens a portal with her free hand like it’s nothing. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s obsessed with big tits, big asses, swallowing, creampies that actually matter for the plot, and that weird tension where your “battle group” is supposed to protect the universe but keeps ending up covered in your cum, arguing over who gets to be your main wife while a god eats galaxies in the background.

In the twisted aftermath of a world bursting with bizarre creatures and unrestrained desire, the adventure unfolds through steamy liaisons as much as strategic conquests. Forget simply collecting badges - now you’re collecting memories drenched in sweat and whispered promises.

Though the game winks at its roots with playful satire, it quickly dives into heartfelt moments that linger beneath the surface. Characters who once seemed like mere caricatures evolve into complex, sensual companions battling their own desires and vulnerabilities. Your choices don’t just shape the erotic escapades - they influence bonds forged through passion and pain alike.

What starts as a naughty joke grows into a powerful tale of growth, connection, and the messy beauty of intimacy. Expect an adult adventure where humor meets heart, and fantasies are both fulfilled and complicated in equal measure.

After all, the greatest victories are those won not just in battle, but in love and understanding.

Tifa in a dirty Asgar back alley is honestly one of those ideas that sounds like a shitpost you see on Twitter, then you actually click and suddenly you are sitting there, pants half down, thinking about ethics. The game throws you into this narrow, trashy street corner where Tifa’s “chance encounter” is not really chance at all, it feels more like the city itself is horny and bored and wants to see what happens if you poke her morality with a stick. You move around with simple point & click stuff, nothing fancy, but the way it uses that simplicity is what stuck with me. Clicking a trash can to see if there is something useful in there, then realizing the thing you find is not an item, but a decision that will push her closer to being a public slut or staying that slightly sad “good girl who knows better” is weirdly heavy. At one moment I was carefully choosing polite dialogue, trying to keep her dignity, and five minutes later I was letting her bend over near a flickering neon sign while some random nobody jerked off watching her and the game treated it like a natural escalation, not a sudden “corruption level 100” jump. It creeps up on you. You think you still control the line, and then a new option appears like “maybe flash your tits, nobody will notice,” and of course the whole alley notices.

What really messes with your head is how it uses those AI CG images. Most AI porn games feel like a Frankenstein of mismatched faces and extra fingers, but here the Tifa knockoff is close enough to tick the nostalgia brain, and different enough you start reading her like an alternate universe version. Her boobs are weaponized, obviously, but not only in the “big tits for clickbait” way. You get a scene where she is cornered near a broken streetlight, and two dudes are arguing over who gets to “check if she is really as soft as she looks,” and the camera shifts between her embarrassed face and that tight top about to give up on physics. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are participating in a stupid social experiment about how many times you will click “let them touch a bit more” before you feel like trash. Then the game throws Aerith into the mix and suddenly there is this weird soft romance flavor sliding under all the sleaze. One path has you focusing on Tifa’s spiral into exhibitionism, letting her discover she actually likes being watched, like properly likes it, moaning louder on purpose because she knows there might be someone behind the window. Another bit switches you over to a male POV, looking at her and Aerith almost like collectibles, and I hated how efficient that perspective is. It makes you treat them as reward screens, then suddenly there is a little tender gesture between them, a kiss that is not just porn logic, and your brain has to adjust: oh, shit, maybe they feel something too. The romance is clumsy but honest, like two thirsty people in a city that only respects power and skin. I wish the UI wasn’t so stiff and some of the dialogue didn’t sound like Google Translate drunk on cheap wine, but in a funny way it fits the whole “morals falling apart in a forgotten alley” vibe. It feels broken in the same way the characters are broken. And yeah, that text choice that moves half a pixel when you hover? I’m still irrationally angry about that.

Jake is that kind of guy you scroll past on Instagram, see the portfolio link, tap it “just to peek”, and then half an hour later you’re imagining how his hands feel when he tilts your chin for a better angle. That’s basically how this game feels. You’re inside his head, this up-and-coming photographer who pretends he’s all about “composition” and “light”, while his brain is absolutely stuck on the way that MILF client bends over the studio couch or how the model’s thighs part a little too slowly when she adjusts her pose. The whole story runs through his phone, like you’re living inside notifications. Chats lighting up, thirsty DMs, half-professional half-flirty messages from models who send “test shots” that are just softcore at first, until they’re not soft at all. One minute you talk about shoot locations and lens choices, next minute she’s asking if you’d keep filming if she took her panties off between takes. And you get to answer. You choose if Jake plays the sweet romantic type who pretends he’s shocked by a creampie joke, or the calm, dominant bastard who texts “Hold that position. Don’t move till I arrive.”

What surprised me is how much the game leans into the slow build. It teases the hell out of you. A model starts in nice, safe lingerie, doing normal fashion poses, but the camera angle keeps dropping, getting closer between her legs, her lips part a bit, her eyes lock on Jake, and you can practically feel the moment she stops “modeling” and starts actually wanting to fuck. You’re right there, POV, like you’re the one kneeling in front of her, adjusting the shot, while thinking only about how it’d look if she rode you on that same stool. There’s a crazy shibari segment too, really detailed, where a “creative concept” shoot turns into ropes sliding over skin, her wrists pulled back, chest pushed out, and you’re deciding how rough the vibe goes in the dialogue. It gets messy, in a good way: the game does not shy away from showing her stretched open, begging, then moaning when you finally finish inside her instead of pulling out like a good boy. It’s not only one girl either, you’ve got that slightly older client with the perfect mature curves, the more mysterious one who hides behind art talk, the one who acts like romance matters but clearly wants you to pin her to the studio wall. All wrapped in this phone-driven, modern life chaos where every unread message could be another chance for sex, another jealous hint, or another model offering you a “private session” with no clothes, no rules, just you, your camera, and how long you can hold back before you blow your load deep inside her while the shot is still recording.

You know that feeling when life kicks you in the dick, then laughs and orders another round? That is pretty much the vibe of this game’s start. You play as this guy who had his old life blown to hell and ends up in some nowhere town, broke, horny, and trying to pretend he’s got his shit together. He finds this small bar that looks normal at first, like the kind of place old dudes drink cheap beer and complain about sports. Then you actually start working there and realize the bar is basically a horny anthill. Everyone’s got history, everyone’s got secrets, and everyone is way too hot for this dump. It feels less like “new job” and more like you’ve been dropped in the middle of a messy porn VN where nobody knows they’re in a porn VN. Or maybe they do, the way some of those MILFs lean over the counter and make sure you see that ridiculous cleavage every time they ask for a refill. Subtle is not the word here.

What I liked is how your choices about money and small shit end up changing the mood in the bar. You decide whether you work extra, flirt more, keep your head down, or slowly corrupt the whole place while pretending you’re still a decent guy. One night I was supposed to close up, but instead I let one of the regulars talk me into a “private drink” in the back room. That turned into her grinding on my lap, my hand under her skirt, her whispering how long it’s been since anyone really fucked her. Next day, she acts like it was nothing in front of her husband, who also comes to the bar, and the game just lets that sit there like a little landmine in the story. Optional cheating stuff is handled like that a lot. Sometimes it’s hot as hell, sometimes it makes you feel like absolute trash, and the writing doesn’t always hold your hand about it. Could use tighter dialogue here and there, some lines feel like they were run through Google Translate twice, but at least it has some rawness. Sex scenes actually build up from little moments: your hand “accidentally” on a fat ass too long, a drunk blowjob in the bathroom when she pulls your dick out mid-argument, a MILF pressing your head into her tits while her kid is literally upstairs. It’s messy, a bit uneven, and kind of perfect for this kind of corrupt bar fantasy. If you play it, don’t rush. Linger on the stupid small choices, push one conversation a bit too far, and see who cracks first.

Anna looks like that person you see in the subway who already gave up on the day before 9 in the morning. Gray office, gray boss, gray everything, with the one bright spot being Lucy spamming her phone with stupid memes and soft kisses through text. That feeling when your life is dying slowly but your girl sends you a selfie in elf ears and a tiny bikini and suddenly your whole body goes “oh”. That’s where this game lives, in that dirty little spark between “I love her” and “I kinda want to ruin this”.

Stuff escalates fast once Lucy sends those cosplay photos. They aren’t just cute. They’re horny as hell, and not just because her chest is almost falling out of the costume. There’s this guy, Sig123, always right there in frame, just off to the side, a hand on her hip, a shadow leaning in, and the game keeps shoving his presence in your face without shouting it. One shot has his fingers holding the zipper on her back, another is his lap visible under her as she sits “for the pose”. You’re Anna, looking through Lucy’s gallery, pretending it’s fine, scrolling, zooming in on small details like lipstick slightly smudged or her eyes not looking at the camera, and your brain just starts writing its own porn fanfic you never asked for. Suddenly you’re jerking off to the idea of your own girlfriend being shared, and you hate it, and you also click “next” again.

What I liked is that it doesn’t treat cheating like a simple switch. It starts with these harmless POV fantasies, like you jerk off in the office bathroom imagining Lucy on her knees in that cosplay, but the angle is wrong, and then you realize in your head it’s not you she’s looking up at. That little snap in your stomach? The game leans on that. One moment you’re watching a soft lesbian scene between Anna and Lucy, lazy morning tongues and bed hair, and the next you’re rewatching a clip of Lucy “just rehearsing” a group photoshoot concept and suddenly there are extra hands and extra mouths and you can’t tell if it’s real footage or something Anna is imagining over the top of it. It blurs porn and memory. Or maybe I was just horny and overthinking, but it felt like that.

There’s a nice little cruelty in how often it sticks you in first person while everyone else ignores your feelings. You get POV scenes that should feel loving, Lucy riding you slow, ahegao face way too much for a couple that’s “just having a normal night”, and instead of feeling romantic it starts to look like she’s practicing for someone else. Later, when the group sex stuff hits, you kinda recognize moves she did with you, and that stings in a hot way. At one point, there is this cosplay orgy sequence where Anna is half participating, half watching Lucy get passed around, and it plays it almost casual: a tongue between her legs here, someone gripping Lucy’s hair there, your girlfriend moaning another person’s name, and the camera just lingers like it’s your eyes trying not to blink. The lesbian bits are not some side fetish either, they’re the emotional knife. Two women who clearly care about each other, then one of them slowly getting addicted to attention, to cameras, to being used like a prop while the other discovers she likes the idea of her girl as a public toy way too much. It’s messy, horny, a little mean, sometimes too exaggerated with the faces, but in that way where you roll your eyes and still keep clicking because you want to see just how far Lucy will go before Anna snaps, or worse, before Anna starts directing the whole fucked up show herself.