Revenge stories in porn games usually feel like some edgy teenager’s wet dream, but this one actually leans into the petty, ugly side of it instead of pretending it’s some noble crusade. You play a guy who’s been fucked over in the past and never really got over it, stuck in this school environment where everyone pretends to be mature and romantic while doing the same toxic shit all over again. The game doesn’t rush to the sex, it sort of lets the tension rot first. You watch the MILF teacher with the perfect fake smile lean over your desk, tits almost falling out of her blouse, talking about discipline while you both know neither of you is thinking about grades. Then you have the teasing from girls who used to treat you like a nobody, now suddenly flirting, leaning in too close, “accidentally” brushing your cock, acting like they didn’t help break you back then. It all feels a bit too real sometimes, in a cheap way, like reading old chat logs you wish you deleted.

Since it’s a kinetic novel, you’re basically locked on rails, which I actually liked here. There’s no pretending your “choices matter” when they don’t. You just let the story drag you through this messy mix of resentment and lust. One moment you’re getting a slow, almost mocking titfuck from a big tits classmate who once laughed at you, watching her push her slick boobs together while she smirks like she still owns you, and the next moment you’re buried in someone’s big ass, pounding her hard because the game wants you to believe that fucking equals payback. It doesn’t, obviously, but that tension makes it hotter. The oral scenes are written like power plays instead of love scenes. You feel that in the way some woman drops to her knees, keeps eye contact the whole time, tongue working you over while she half insults you. It’s not sweet, it’s not “making love,” it’s closer to mutual blackmail with orgasms. The romance tag is almost funny, because yeah, there are tender lines and soft lights and those cliché “I always cared about you” confessions, but it’s all happening over the wreckage of what they did before. You get a creampie scene where you finally finish inside a woman who used to treat you like you were beneath her, and it should feel like a victory. Instead it feels messy, like both of you lost something and are pretending you won.

The female domination streak is not full hardcore mistress stuff, more like psychological choking. You get these women who know exactly what they’re doing, guiding the male protagonist by his dick and his grudges. They tease him, drag out the handjobs, sit on his lap with that slow grind that leaves him shaking, give him just enough pleasure so he keeps chasing, keeps dancing to their rhythm. Sometimes they flip it and act soft, almost apologetic, during vaginal sex scenes, riding him slowly, touching his face, whispering all the nice romantic words you wish someone said to you years ago. Then the next scene, they’re cold again, or using him, or reminding him who had the power all along. It’s twisted, but it matches how people actually behave when they mix revenge and romance: they say “I love you” with a knife behind their back. The 3dcg bodies are exaggerated in all the expected ways, huge tits bouncing while she rides you, big ass slapping against your hips when you go rough, but the expressions sell more than the flesh. A smirk at the wrong moment can make a blowjob feel like humiliation instead of comfort. A tiny eye-roll during a kiss can ruin the illusion of romance the script tries to build. That fits the whole mood: sex is hot, yeah, but it never really fixes the past, it just makes it easier to lie about how much it still hurts.

Charlie dreams of Weenie. Bottled for hundreds of years she is absolutely free and hornier than ever to fulfill her masters every wish. Do you wish me to grant you sexual pleasure, my master?

Are delivered a lot of viagra and valium. Ernie notices that heavy flo is currently taking those pills to utility room. Ernie decided to steal viagra, drink it and to fuck sexy nursie. He awakened a box where pills are where viagra but he can't separate and where is valium. He choose one bottle of pills and drank them. He had a dream that he fucks with nursie that is sexy and he understood that it was just a dream and wrong pills.

In California, Jake finds himself hired by a rich woman who expects him to handle her business - and maybe reward him with some wild nights. As Jake moves through this sultry gig, every decision he makes shapes whether he’ll end up fucking a hot milf with big tits or walking away empty-handed. The work Jake does for this woman tests his skills beyond the usual hustle, turning into a raw battle of wills and lust. Your choices shape Jake’s fate, pushing him toward either cold professionalism or the wild thrill of getting down with a curvy babe. Here, the line between work and pleasure blurs as Jake balances his duties with his craving for a thick, sexy woman. Can Jake prove himself worthy of the rewards that come with pleasing a wealthy, seductive milf? The path Jake takes will determine if he’s just another gigolo or the man who gets to fuck that perfect booty. Take charge of Jake’s actions and steer him through a maze of temptation that ends in raw, unfiltered sex with a big-titted beauty.

Miki looks like the kind of guy your eyes slide past in a train. Soft voice, polite, boring on purpose. That is exactly why watching him slowly get tangled up with Sara hits so hard. The game drops you into his head, and it is not dramatic or poetic, it is mostly quiet, horny, and a little pathetic in a way that feels way too real. He notices the tiny things about her first: the way she presses her lips together when she lies, the way her blouse is always buttoned one hole higher than it should be for that body, the way her voice lowers when she says she is “fine.” The sex stuff does not jump out from nowhere, it leaks in. First a lingering look at the mole on her chest, then the camera stays one second too long on her thighs when she sits down on the low couch, then the text sits there describing the very specific shape of her bra strap under thin fabric. By the time she shows up in those tight home leggings and an old shirt with no bra, you already know Miki is fucked. And you kind of are too.

What surprised me is how “adult” here is not just the porn, it is the awkwardness around it. There is this early scene where he accidentally overhears her on the phone, talking all polite to some guy, then the route quietly forces you to sit with his jealousy while absolutely nothing “bad” happens. No music sting, no big twist. Just him scrolling his messages, not sending anything, horny and angry and ashamed in one go. Then later, the game rewards that slow burn with Sara dropping the act during a late visit. She is exhausted, her makeup half gone, her blouse wrinkled. She asks him to stay a bit longer, and the choice menu appears in the least sexy moment possible. If you pick the bolder option, the kiss is not smooth. Teeth knock, she pulls back, actually laughs a bit, then grabs his shirt and pulls him in again harder. When it finally goes full erotic model mode, it stops pretending she is just a classy office lady. She rides him with her hair messy, shirt open, tits out, saying filthy things in this low voice that does not match her “graceful” public image at all. There is a handjob scene in the kitchen where she keeps apologizing while stroking him faster, which is absurd and hot at the same time. The camera is unnecessarily obsessed with the veins on his cock there, like the artist had a personal mission, but I was not complaining. What did annoy me a bit is that sometimes the script leans too hard into Miki’s inner monologue, circling the same insecurity for too many lines, right when I just want him to shut up and put his mouth on her nipples again. Also the auto mode is weirdly fast on emotional lines and slower on the dirty ones, like the game knows exactly why you are here but is shy about admitting it.

The milf angle with Sara is handled more like a slow confession than a joke. You feel the age gap without the story screaming it at you. There is a moment when she is looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair, and the text makes her think about the small wrinkles at the corner of her mouth. Not in a tragic way, just like, “Yeah, I am tired and not 20.” Right after that, she drops her towel and asks him if he still wants her. That insecurity turns into this hungry, almost greedy sex where she climbs on top and uses him like she has decided this is her last chance to really feel wanted, which is way hotter than any fake porn confidence. The game lets you push her a bit too, like making her say what she actually fantasized about, making her spell out that she thought of him while touching herself. They could have gone further there. A DLC where she has to pretend to be all proper in front of other people while wearing something only he picked under her clothes would be perfect, with text messages popping up while she tries to keep her face straight. There is definitely room to mess with public risk and more explicit control, since the base story already toys with the idea that this “ordinary” woman has been hiding a dirty voice and now Miki has his hand right on her throat, literally in one route, during a slow, breathy fuck against the wall where she keeps whispering his name like she is scared the neighbors will hear and also kind of wants them to. I caught myself alt-tabbing from Discord just to rewatch that one scene and read the lines again, which is stupid and also exactly why this game works. It makes you feel like you are intruding on something actually private, then lets you keep going anyway.

Lana is exactly that kind of girl who can quote some science crap and still forget to wear panties to a job interview, and the whole game leans hard into that. You’re thrown into this city where normal reality sort of leaks into a magic one, and it feels less like some epic quest and more like watching a very horny car crash in slow motion. One moment she’s at some boring office trying to act professional, the next she’s dragged through a glowing alley door into a brothel run by an elf madam with tits that look like they break basic physics. It’s not subtle. At all. You just kind of roll with it, because every “career choice” Lana makes has a high chance of ending with her on her knees, or on her back, or bent over some filthy counter while a monster negotiates her holes like it’s comparing prices. And yeah, most scenes are optional, but if you’re like me and chasing the dirtiest gallery possible, you’ll be abusing every voyeur angle, clicking every suspicious door and harassing every NPC until someone finally agrees to fuck her brains out on screen.

What really tripped me out is how the game swings from goofy jokes to straight-up filthy in like two lines of dialogue. Lana will say something smart, then five seconds later she’s letting some smug elf sorcerer “test her magical potential” by shoving his cock in her mouth and telling her to focus or he’ll switch to anal. There’s this early scene where she takes a “massage job” because the pay is high and she totally pretends not to know what that means. You can play it shy and keep it to handwork, or you push her and suddenly she’s giving messy oral, drool on her chin, trying to keep eye contact like a good little professional while the client decides he wants to finish in her pussy instead. First time I triggered the creampie variant there I just stared at the screen like “ok, this game is not joking around”. Same with the monster gigs. One quest looks like a normal escort deal in the slums, then you find out the client is half-beast, half-something, and the scene slowly turns from rough but human into this stretched, sloppy, half-magical fuck where her ass is glowing, he’s growling, and the game basically goes “yeah she’s still technically a virgin in one world, not in the other, figure that out yourself”. There’s even a weird almost-wholesome family angle that goes off the rails quick: a scene where you’re spying through a crack, catching Lana and a certain “too close” relative getting handsy on a couch, joking around, then her shirt is off, his hand is under her skirt, and you get that nasty, forbidden feeling in your gut that means the devs knew exactly what they were doing.

The strongest part, for me chasing leaderboard-level filth, is how it rewards you for being nosy and kind of evil. Refuse one gig and you stay relatively “pure”, accept the shady magical contract and suddenly she’s working nights in a fantasy brothel, juggling human and non-human clients, learning actual magic spells that are basically excuses for new sex setups: levitation used to spread her legs and keep her hanging in the air while some dark-skinned warrior pounds her from below, or a charm that makes her nipples hypersensitive so a simple tit grope scene turns into her moaning like she’s getting railed. There’s an interracial scene in a cheap motel where you think she’s just doing regular vaginal, then the guy flips her, spits on her asshole and pushes in while calling her his “little scholar whore”, and the animation doesn’t cut away, it stays with the whole slow push, the little panic in her eyes, then that switch when she starts moving back against him on her own. I kinda hate how the game occasionally wastes time on dumb jokes in between those bangers, like a five-minute gag about shitty city transport while I’m just sitting there, cock in hand, yelling at the screen. And it never fixes that pacing. It just keeps being this messy, horny thing where Lana is always one bad decision away from sucking off a stranger in an alley for rent money, getting filled by some magical beast, or accidentally turning a simple job into full prostitution. Honestly, I was gonna complain more about how the UI buttons are slightly off-center in one menu but I keep forgetting because every route I pick ends with her dripping, stretched, or stuffed in some new way, and I kind of respect that.

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.

Michelle lands in New York like she just installed the “hard mode” DLC on her own life. She wants to be a serious journalist, y’know, awards, big stories, all that, and instead she’s stuck juggling rent, horny thoughts in the shower, and a murder case that keeps poking her libido in weird ways. The game throws you right into her routine: checking emails, stalking sources on Instagram, pretending to be professional on the phone while lying on the bed half naked, one hand scrolling, the other wandering down between her thighs because boredom hits and that vibrator in the drawer is just too close. It’s not just random sex scenes pasted on top of a story; her investigation and her kinks kind of leak into each other. She’ll be reading an old case file, see some detail about bondage in a testimony, and then later in her tiny apartment she’s masturbating with that in her head, imagining herself in handcuffs instead of the suspect. Very “brain says work, body says no” energy.

The main hook for me was how the investigative stuff keeps colliding with her own corruption. She starts all moral and straight: “I will find the truth, I’m a serious reporter.” Then Victoria, the hot lawyer everyone thinks might have killed someone, shows up with this calm older woman vibe and very expensive clothes that are tailored way too tight on purpose, you can tell. First time Michelle visits her office, she’s digging for clues, checking documents, pretending to look at degrees on the wall while her eyes drop to Victoria’s legs. You get little choices like if you keep the conversation clean or you “accidentally” flirt just a bit too much to get her to open up. You can play Michelle as kind of naive girl who gets overwhelmed and then goes home to finger herself while replaying every touch in her mind, or lean into it and let her decide that fucking her way closer to the truth is basically just another tool. One minute she’s at a crime scene taking notes on her phone, next minute she’s in a dark bar meeting a cop, slowly letting his hand slide up her thigh under the table because she wants his info and also, honestly, she just wants it. The mobile-friendly pacing is funny: you can be on the bus, do a quick dialog branch, end up making Michelle tease herself in the bathroom mirror before an interview, finish, lock your screen, and she’s still panting in your head.

What I really like is how the city itself feels horny even when nothing explicit happens. Walking back to her apartment after a long day of interviews, she’ll notice a couple making out in an alley, or see a girl in a short skirt hail a cab, and her thoughts drift again. The corruption is not like instant “now she’s a slut”, it’s more like each scene pushes her boundary a bit. First she only masturbates alone in bed with her fingers. Later she’s using toys while replaying audio from an interview, getting off to the suspect’s voice. At some point she finds herself recording a source secretly with her phone while also grinding her thighs together because the way he talks about power and control turns her on. There is this one moment I keep thinking about: she’s supposed to be taking pictures of a building connected to the case, nothing sexy at all, but it’s late, she’s alone, and she suddenly decides to slip her hand into her panties right there in the shadow of the doorway, half scared of being seen, half wishing someone would catch her. It’s messy, sometimes a bit clumsy, some dialogs sound like they escaped from Google Translate, but it actually fits her vibe, like she’s still learning who she is while the city and the case slowly drag her deeper into trouble and orgasms.

Summer horniness plus backwoods horror is honestly such a cursed combo, but this game leans hard into it. You start as this kinda regular dude, young, dumb, full of... optimism, going to stay with his aunt in the city, expecting something chill. Porn, parties, maybe a MILF or two if god is kind. At first it really plays like a slow, horny vacation: you’re hanging around cramped apartments, getting eyefuls of big tits squeezed into shirts that lost the fight long ago, the camera loves that low-angle POV where you’re basically staring right into her cleavage while she pretends not to notice. Your aunt is absolutely in the “I do yoga and pretend I’m still 25” category, thick ass, soft belly, heavy boobs that move a little slower than the rest of her when she bends down to grab something from the floor. It looks very real in that 3D way where nothing is perfect and that somehow makes it hotter.

What I liked is how it doesn’t start with you just shoving your dick into everything. There’s teasing, accidental brushing, your aunt leaning over your shoulder and her tits literally resting on your back for a second while she shows you something on her phone. The protagonist keeps doing that thing where he pretends to look away but the camera stays locked right on her ass in yoga pants when she walks across the room. Then these two mysterious girls show up and the vibe shifts. One gives “I’m trouble and I know it” energy, other one has this slow, sad gaze like she already knows how the story ends. They flirt with you but in very different ways: one will grab your wrist and put your hand on her thigh during a car ride, the other will quietly lick a bit of melted ice cream from your finger and then look away like nothing happened. There’s actual animated oral scenes where you’re pov on a couch, one of them kneeling between your legs and the lighting is too bright, like shitty rental apartment bulbs, which somehow makes it more believable. Her lips shine with spit, she gags a bit, recovers, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and laughs. Not “classy” porn at all, more like horny-people-making-bad-decisions porn.

When everyone decides to go out of the city, that’s where the game throws the sex into the middle of a storm of weird shit. You’re in this remote place, everything feels slightly wrong, and still, people are fucking. There’s this one scene where you’re in a small cabin room, rain beating on the windows, generator humming in the background, and your aunt is standing there in a loose t‑shirt with no bra, nipples poking against the fabric because it’s cold. She starts arguing with you about something serious, some family secret, and the entire time the camera keeps drifting down to the outline of her big ass and the way her tits move when she’s pissed. The argument gets heated, she gets closer, grabs your face, and that flips into this angry kiss that tastes like guilt. The moment she kneels, pulls your pants down, and takes you in her mouth, she keeps mumbling something about how this is wrong, but she doesn’t stop at all. The blowjob is animated with that messy, angry rhythm, spit dripping on the floorboards, and you can hear the wood creaking every time she shifts her weight on her knees. Then, right after you cum, something fucked up happens outside, like a scream in the forest or lights going out, and you’re yanked from post‑nut haze into full horror mode with your cock still half hard. I like that whiplash. I also kinda hate it. But I kept playing.

Sex scenes keep tying into the mystery, which is rare in these games where usually the plot just politely leaves the room while you bang. Here, the girls’ moans get cut off by distant noises, you’re mid vaginal scene on a dusty mattress with one of the mysterious girls riding you hard, her big tits bouncing in your face so close the camera almost clips through them, and then she starts crying a little while still moving. Not enough to stop, just enough that you’re like “okay something is really broken inside her.” The POV angle sticks right under her boobs, so you see the way her stomach tightens when you thrust up, her ass slapping against your thighs, cum leaking out when she pulls off you too fast. Later there’s a moment in the woods where a girl gives you a rushed blowjob behind a tree, both of you clearly more scared than horny, her teeth scraping a bit because she’s shaking. And the game never fully explains all the creepy stuff, it just throws you into more “trials” and bad choices. Sometimes I wished it would slow down and let a scene breathe, other times I was annoyed how long it made me wait before the next time I could bury my face in somebody’s gigantic tits. But I still remember the exact sound of the aunt’s voice in that cramped cabin, whispering “don’t look at me like that” while dropping to her knees anyway, so clearly something here worked a little too well.