You pull up to this creepy old family estate with your aunt, thinking it’s just some boring photo job before the place gets sold off. Empty hallways, dusty furniture, that old house smell that feels like it sticks to your clothes. Not sexy at all at first. Then the highway gets blocked by a wreck, phone signal dies a sad little death, and suddenly you’re stuck there for the night with your “aunt” who looks more like someone’s porn search history than a real relative. Big tits barely contained, that kind of ass that makes you forget basic manners, and this weird tension where every “innocent” touch feels like it’s about one step away from turning into a hand on your thigh. The game just leans into that slow burn, like it knows exactly how wrong this whole setup is and doesn’t give a fuck.

It’s a kinetic thing, so you’re not here sweating decisions, you’re here to watch this guy slowly lose his moral compass while ghosts, shadows, and other shit that probably shouldn’t exist keep poking holes in his sense of reality. One minute you’re walking around rooms that feel too big and too quiet, getting this cold horror vibe, and the next your aunt is bending over the wrong way and your brain is like “yeah, I’d risk the family curse for that.” The paranormal stuff isn’t just for jumpscares either. There’s this monster girl scene where the line between “I should run” and “I should fuck this” basically vanishes, and the game just smiles at you while you try to pretend you’re not into it. Humor pops up at weird times too, like the protagonist reacting to something terrifying with horny sarcasm instead of fear, and it actually works. You’ll be going from being low-key freaked out by a shadow in the doorframe to watching a blowjob with a sex toy involved and thinking “okay, priorities, sure.”

Romance here is screwed up in the best way. It’s not tender, it’s not clean, it’s two lonely people in a haunted house using each other while pretending it’s about “comfort” and “closeness.” There’s a masturbation scene where the MC thinks nobody is watching, except of course something is, and the whole voyeuristic thing just slaps harder because of how exposed he looks. The exhibitionism hits in small doses: a half-open door, someone almost walking in, maybe a ghost lurking while she rides you, that kind of “someone could see” pressure that makes everything hotter. Oral, vaginal, toys, big curves shoved in your face, the works, and it all happens in this weird mix of horror and comedy where you’re aroused, then on edge, then laughing at a stupid line. It’s messy, morally fucked, and not even pretending to be wholesome. Honestly feels less like a polished porn fantasy and more like some horny fever dream you had after binging horror movies and scrolling Pornhub at the same time.

You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.

Robert thinks he’s getting this quiet life in a big old manor with a loyal wife, two sweet daughters and a bunch of dusty rooms that smell like old wood and secrets. Instead he basically invites corruption in for tea, because he lets that “family friend” uncle Peter move in. You know the type: old guy, fake polite, eyes glued to every tight skirt, smiles too long at the girls, talks about “tradition” while thinking about tits. The game doesn’t even pretend he’s harmless. He’s the walking midlife crisis of the house, and the best part is that the manor itself feels like it’s on his side. There’s this hidden room with a demonic book, Lilith whispering shit into the family’s minds, and suddenly nobody in that house is as pure as they look. The whole vibe is: you watch a normal family get slowly twisted from the inside, and the game really takes its time rubbing your face in how “normal” they were before.

What caught me is how the horny stuff grows out of small moments. It’s not just “click here, sex happens”. You’re chatting with Sophia in the hallway, she’s in this simple dress, nothing crazy, and then you see her bend a little too low to pick something up and you know Peter noticed it too. Next scene he’s “helping” her in the kitchen, hand too close to her ass, casual comments that feel innocent if you read them fast. You don’t. You stare. And Lilith’s influence creeps in, pushing them all toward this ugly, delicious mess of cheating, jealousy, and that kind of “I hate that I’m turned on” tension. Casey’s attitude shifts bit by bit, Emily starts to linger when she shouldn’t, and the choices you make as the male protagonist just grease the slope. When the sex finally hits, it’s not shy. Animated scenes of big tits bouncing in your face, asses shaking on screen like they’re trying to break free, everything wet and loud and wrong in exactly the way you expected the moment you saw that damn book in the attic. Vaginal scenes are front and center, not some side thing, and they don’t fake the passion, though sometimes it goes so far that it stops feeling like “romance” and more like the death of it.

If you’re hoping for a sweet happy ending where love triumphs, I don’t know what to tell you. This game laughs right in that Disney bullshit. Romance here is something to corrupt, to watch it rot slowly while everyone smiles on the surface. You’ll see scenes where Sophia looks at Robert with soft eyes, and ten minutes later she’s moaning for someone she shouldn’t even be touching. You’ll have moments where you kind of hate yourself for pushing the “wrong” option and then do it again on purpose. That’s the trick: it pokes at that nasty curiosity we pretend we don’t have. The art is 2D but expressive, the animated parts hit harder because you already watched these people slide toward it. It’s lewd, it’s messy, it doesn’t treat fidelity like some holy thing. The manor becomes this silent witness to every betrayal, every wet, sticky, late-night mistake, and by the time you realize how far gone everyone is, Lilith’s whispers already feel like your own thoughts.

Starship discipline is completely fucked here, in the funniest, dirtiest way possible. You get handed the captain’s chair on the Cerritos, but it feels more like they dumped you in a floating frat house filled with horny degenerates in Starfleet colors. Everyone is used to Admiral Freeman looking the other way, so when you start trying to clean things up, the crew basically tells you to suck it. Half the time you’re walking down a corridor and some ensign has their uniform half open, covered in cum, trying to hide a hard-on or wiping drool off their lips after “checking the sonic shower.” The ship looks like Star Trek, but the mood is more like a super trashy porn parody where nobody remembered the part about “professional behavior.” And you are absolutely encouraged to abuse that.

The center of the chaos is Beckett Mariner, of course. She knows you can’t just throw the admiral’s daughter out an airlock, so she tests every limit she can. One moment she’s lounging in your chair with her boots on the console, tits almost spilling out of her uniform jacket, fake-innocent face and those stupid ahegao eyes when you finally snap and drag her into the ready room. The game really likes that shift from “smartass brat” to “corrupted little cumtoy,” especially when you start using blackmail. You catch her in compromising spots, collect dirty data, and then slowly push things from “get on your knees and swallow” to “bend over the tactical console, I want to see just how tight that ass is.” She resists in that playful way at first, talks back, but the art leans heavy into humiliation: tears in the corners of her eyes, tongue out, mascara a mess, expression halfway between hating you and begging you to creampie her again. The AI-style CG is weirdly perfect for this kind of parody, everything slightly exaggerated, breasts too big for regulation uniforms, cumshots overdramatic, but it fits the whole “cheap bootleg holodeck program” vibe. And it is animated, so you really sit there watching her get filled, milk leaking, mouth drooling, your choices affecting if she ends up more broken-in, covered in bukkake like a used toy, or still pretending she’s in control while she rides you and moans your rank.

What caught me off guard is how the game doesn’t just stop at “straight captain dominates bratty officer.” Lower deck kids and random crew open up way dirtier routes. You walk into the cargo bay and spot two male ensigns “wrestling,” cocks out, one already dripping. That can spiral into you forcing them to service you as punishment, lining them up and choosing who takes you in the ass, who licks your balls clean, who drinks the load. There is gay stuff that doesn’t feel like an afterthought, more like the ship is just completely horny and nobody cares about orientation anymore. Then there is the whole trap and futa angle, uniforms hiding surprise dicks, big tits paired with a throbbing cock that strains the Starfleet fabric. One minute you think you’re punishing a cute, shy communications officer, next moment she drops her pants and you’re staring at a hard shaft and a wet slit both, and the game just goes “yeah, use all of it.” You can force them to suck you, fuck them until their own cum sprays on the control panel, or take it yourself if you lean into being a greedy captain who wants every hole filled. There are scenes where you make an officer pump milk out of her huge tits right onto the floor while everyone watches, or you order a line of crew to kneel and finish them off one by one, covering faces and mouths until they look like someone set a bukkake filter over a still from Lower Decks. Then there are cheating bits, too: married officers getting reamed in your quarters, whispering that their partner doesn’t touch them like this, while you record everything for later blackmail. It’s unapologetically trashy, sometimes mean, and occasionally so over the top you just start laughing, but it keeps that Star Trek parody flavor through all the corruption, like a filthy holodeck program somebody forgot to lock with a command code.

It’s weird how a game can make your stomach twist like that - like jealousy and curiosity are kissing behind your ribs. Mina’s messages feel too real, her little hearts and half-sincere emojis landing harder than they should. You’re not just reading text bubbles; you’re kinda reading your own reflection, that insecure part that wants to check her phone when she’s in the shower. It’s not even about trust. It’s about the thrill of maybe finding something you shouldn’t. The game knows that. It plays you more than you play it. I kept thinking I’d stay calm, but then some random producer sent her a photo at midnight, and I swear I felt my pulse in my teeth.

There’s this moment - she sends a selfie that’s almost innocent. Almost. You can tell she’s not alone, though the frame pretends she is. That’s when I realized the point isn’t to “win” her back. The point’s to feel that sting, to let it crawl under your skin until it burns. The choices don’t really matter, or maybe they do, but the game’s so good at pretending they don’t that you start second-guessing your own reactions. I hated that. And loved it. Like when you know you’re being teased but you lean into it anyway. The music’s soft, too clean for what’s happening on-screen - it’s like watching a slow breakup inside a perfume ad.

I wish Mina’s typing bubbles didn’t take so long to appear. That wait feels cruel. But maybe that’s the best part. You stare, waiting, wondering what she’s doing while you wait. Sometimes I thought I wanted more pictures, more explicit proof, but when the game actually gives you something close to that, it’s worse. You want to look away, but you don’t. That’s the whole trick - it makes you complicit. It’s not about sex, not really. It’s about wanting to control what you can’t. And maybe that’s the dirtiest thing of all.

Space family trip sounds cute on paper, right? Like some Instagram thing with matching suits and zero gravity hugs. This is not that. Here you start as a regular married guy who just wants to pay the damn mortgage and get his two stepdaughters through college, and suddenly you’re stuck on a paid “social experiment” in space where everyone around you gets their memories deleted… except you. So they wake up in this high-tech station, no clue who you are, who they are to you, nothing. You still remember every family dinner, every birthday, every time they called you dad. And then the game just looks at you and basically asks: are you going to be a good man, or are you going to be a complete fucking monster?

What makes it feel nasty in a good way is how normal everything looks at first. Clean corridors, organized rooms, your wife chatting, the girls wandering around in their little sci-fi outfits, curious and clueless. You talk to them and they treat you like some random stranger, and that hits harder than any porn setup. There is this one early scene where the younger stepdaughter is just sitting by a big window, staring out at the planet, and you can either comfort her like a worried dad or slide into this slow corruption path, touching just a bit too long, saying just a bit too much. Game doesn’t scream at you that it’s “evil”, it just lets you do it and quietly keeps track. Of course, if you push it, you get the heavy stuff: cheating on your wife while she’s right there in the same station, NTR stuff where other guys start sniffing around your girls if you play too soft, breeding content if you go full degenerate and start knocking people up. Sometimes the camera hangs just a second longer on a stare, or on a hand on a hip, and it’s more erotic than the full-on sex scene that comes after. Or it’s just my brain being cooked, could be that too.

The sci-fi part is not just wallpaper either. You got weird labs where they test “compatibility”, voyeur points where you watch what the others are doing in the showers or private cabins, exhibition stuff where your stepdaughter is walking around half naked in some gravity adjustment test and doesn’t understand why the crew is drooling over her. There is this one voyeur scene where your wife thinks she’s single again and flirts with some tall alien-looking dude, and the game lets you decide if you just watch, interfere, or let it slide into full-on NTR and then pretend later you “didn’t see”. And the animations are dirty in a very physical way: skin-on-skin, rough BDSM sessions with cuffs and collars in a sterile white room, interracial gangbang in a research bay like it’s just another experiment. The whole thing feels like a long bad decision tree from an old choose-your-own-adventure book, except every “turn to page 78” is basically “do you keep your morals or do you fuck your whole family’s life up in the horniest way possible”. It’s gross, it’s hot, it makes you pause on the save screen way too often, and then you still click the worst option.

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Revenge really shouldn’t feel this good, but here we are. You’re this worn out middle aged guy who finds out his wife is fucking around behind your back, not just once, not some drunk mistake, but regularly, like it’s her new hobby. The game doesn’t waste time pretending you’re a hero. You’re pissed, humiliated, horny as hell and way too calm about letting a witch talk you into the most petty revenge scheme I’ve seen in a while: you travel around, find every guy who touches your wife, and then you go after their girls instead. Not by punching them, but by ruining their beds and their relationships. It’s all visual novel style, so it’s all about the dialogue, choices and watching this guy slide deeper into that sweet mix of bitterness and lust. One moment you’re staring at a phone screen with a shaky hand, reading some filthy message your wife sent, next scene you’re pushing some thick ass MILF against a hotel wall while pretending you “just happened to be in town on business.” The game loves big asses and big tits like it’s a religion. Every other scene is a new woman with curves that don’t make sense, stuffed into tight dresses, leggings, yoga pants, whatever. And the camera knows exactly where to sit, especially when you’re just “accidentally” brushing fingers over a thigh, “helping” her squeeze past you in a cramped kitchen, or pretending to be a gentleman while your hand is absolutely grabbing a full handful of ass. The teasing is slow on purpose. Lots of voyeur moments too: keyholes, half open doors, a bathroom mirror catching your wife on her knees with some random guy’s cock in her mouth, and your character just watches, breathing heavy, clearly torn between wanting to scream and wanting to memorize every move. That part is fucked up, in a hot way, and the game doesn’t really moralize it. You want soft love story? Wrong address. This one spins hard around cheating, jealousy, that sick pleasure of fucking someone else’s girl while knowing he fucked yours. Or just watching him do it and saving your hate for later. Some of the scenes get straight into netorare brain poison: you spying your own wife riding another dude, moaning his name, then later you meet his girlfriend and slowly reel her in. She starts with shy smiles, then handjob in the backseat, then choking a little on your cock in some cheap motel, and the animated loops really lean into the saliva, the bounce, the tiny body twitches when she finally lets go of her last bit of loyalty. The AI CG style is weirdly slick for something this dirty. Faces have that almost too-perfect look sometimes, like Instagram filters turned into people, but the bodies are pure porn logic. There’s something funny about reading a serious line about heartbreak while your screen is filled with a huge titted chick kneeling between your legs, fingers wrapped around your shaft, lips hovering just over the tip while she asks if this is “really okay.” Of course it’s not okay, that’s the whole point. When the game decides it’s time, it stops teasing and you get right into oral, groping, and full on vaginal sex, with those short animated loops that repeat just enough to make your brain melt. Hips slamming, breasts shaking, your protagonist grabbing a girl’s waist from behind and watching her ass clap like she’s paying rent with it. Sometimes the pacing is a bit weird, like you go from a heavy emotional scene about how your marriage is ruined straight into a scene where you’re tongue deep between some college girl’s legs on a stranger’s couch. No transition, no cooldown, just “ok, now fuck.” Honestly, I liked that it doesn’t try to be tasteful. It’s horny, kinda mean, a bit sad under the surface, and pretty shameless about using your wife’s cheating as fuel for everything that happens. That petty feeling of “fine, if she wants to be a slut, I’ll be worse” sits in every choice. You’re not fixing anything. You’re just collecting bodies, watching, touching, fucking, and somewhere in between a witch is smirking in the background like she knew you were this corrupt all along.