There’s this weird feeling when you boot this one up, like opening the wrong chat in Discord and realizing “oh shit, that’s the horny channel” but you just keep scrolling anyway. At first it tricks you with that comfy anime slice of life mood, all soft lighting and school corridors and the classic “tired office worker gets yeeted back to his hometown” setup. You’re this guy Sora, suddenly thrown into being a teacher at an all-girls academy in Itsuten-ku, and yeah, it sounds like every generic eroge ever written. Then the game starts talking about parasites on your back, ghosts of your past, and you’re like, alright, this isn’t just about picking which cute girl brings you lunch. The town looks nice, the school looks normal, everyone is a little too friendly, and the whole thing feels like the Calm app right before someone rips open a body bag in a horror movie. The girls are hot, but they’re also… off, in that “smiling a bit too long” way. One second you’re choosing between tutoring the shy bookworm alone in the library or staying after class with the smug honor student who clearly wants you to notice her thighs, and the next the dialogue takes a hard left into trauma, self-loathing, and shit you’d usually try to forget with a Pornhub tab and some music on Spotify.

What I really liked, and hated, and liked again, is how horny and uncomfortable it is at the same time. You get all the classic eroge stuff: accidental boob grabs, panties framed a little too perfectly when someone trips, that one girl who leans in too close during “private lessons” and pretends it’s innocent. There’s a scene where you finally get a moment of peace in your tiny apartment, smelling that lavender thing they keep talking about, petting your mystery dog that shows up like some emotional support mascot, and the whole atmosphere goes quiet. Then a phone call from home drops in and drags you straight back into this heavy psychological shit about your sister and the town and what you ran away from. It hits weirdly hard for a game where you can, ten minutes later, be stuck in the nurse’s office while a flirty student sits on the edge of the bed a little too close, asking why you’re trembling. Sometimes the erotic scenes feel like they’re trying to smother the horror, and sometimes the horror crawls right back under the sex and makes it feel way too intimate, like you’re not just fucking, you’re peeling people open. The routes push you to pick favorites, to romance these girls, but half the time you’re not even sure if you’re helping them or just digging deeper into their broken parts because it turns you on. It’s kind of messy, kind of brilliant, kind of trashy, and the game absolutely knows it. You go in for the cute schoolgirls, you stay because the city itself feels like an ex that still knows how to choke you by just saying your name.

Within the sugary walls of this candy shop, two soft, puffy cotton candy girls stand by, eager for your attention. The shop keeps pushing boundaries, offering you a chance to enjoy two puffy cotton candy girls in a single, steamy scene. Select from a variety of explicit scenes where these cotton candy beauties become your willing partners in sin.

Maintain your rhythm on the HIT button as you navigate through the raw passion of the scene, pushing towards completion. Clicking the button is your way to control the pace, guiding the interaction until the final, satisfying moment.

No matter if you’re after a slow, sensual blowjob or a heated threesome, the choices here fuel your deepest fantasies. Their pillowy softness and twin charm make every interaction feel deliciously naughty and utterly irresistible.

By combining the sugary atmosphere of a candy shop with explicit adult content, the game creates a unique playground for your fantasies. Start picking your favorite scenes now and keep clicking to bring those tantalizing moments to their climax.

It’s a game about control, pleasure, and indulgence - two candy girls, your scene, and the relentless tapping of the HIT button to seal the deal.

Which sex style turns you on the most? Is it doggy style that makes your pulse race? If you’re not sure yet, it’s time to find out for real.

One word can flip your world and break you free from doubt. Feel the rush as the mystery unravels and you step into a new kind of pleasure.

This game isn’t just about choices, it’s about mastering the rodeo of desire. Every position tells a story, but doggy style has the edge that leaves hearts pounding.

Gender doesn’t limit the wildness here – everyone gets to explore what makes them come alive. Learning what really moves you means shedding doubts and embracing raw feeling.

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Kid with fresh trauma, dead parents, and a brain full of horny daydreams gets invited to live with his own fantasy: the hot teacher with the perfect ass who always leans over the desk just a bit too far. On paper it sounds like a pity offer, right? “Stay with my family until things get better.” In reality it’s more like dropping him into a jungle of polite smiles, fake kindness and a milf who knows damn well every boy in class stares at her tits. He hesitates, because her son is that asshole from school who steals lunch money and calls everyone loser. But she looks at him with those soft eyes, that tight blouse, and suddenly sleeping under the same roof as the bully’s mom feels like a sin that’s worth burning for. Of course he says yes. Hormones are stronger than common sense.

The house is not normal. You notice it first in the little things. The way the “big brother” talks on the phone like he’s ordering a beating instead of pizza. The quiet guys in suits who show up, bow, and pretend they’re just business partners. The way the teacher, this kind of warm, patient woman at school, turns cold and sharp in the kitchen when she’s whispering about “problems that must vanish.” It’s a yakuza nest with homework on the table and a mom who cooks curry while wearing a skirt that barely hides her thick hips. While the son acts like he owns the world, the new boy starts sliding under his shadow, sneaking glances at his mom’s curves, her heavy breasts bouncing when she walks from the bathroom in a towel, the outline of her pussy barely covered, like she’s forgotten someone else lives there now. Or maybe she didn’t forget at all. Hard to say.

At school, the drama looks like a stupid romance anime at first. Teasing in the hallway, cheap jokes, girls whispering that the new boy is “so tragic, poor thing” while staring at his crotch when they think he doesn’t notice. There’s this weird humor in how people flirt with him. One classmate acts innocent, then asks very detailed questions about what he thinks of older women, then pretends it was a joke. Another girl “accidentally” falls on his lap in the library and he ends up with her ass pressed on his dick while she giggles, way too happy. But the real mindfuck happens back home, late, when the door is slightly open and the teacher is in her bedroom, touching herself while watching some shitty romance movie on her tablet, her moans soft at first, then deeper, and he just stands there, hard as rock, listening. Later she pretends nothing happened, serving breakfast like normal, but her hand lingers too long when she passes him the jam. One evening she helps him study and somehow her cleavage is almost in his face, her perfume sweet and thick in his lungs, and he finally snaps, kisses her, expecting a slap. Instead she kisses back, slow, hungry, like she’s been waiting, her tongue teasing, her lips wet. Clothes go missing. Her big tits are in his hands, heavy and warm, nipples hard, and he ends up buried inside her on the sofa, her moans low so the rest of the house doesn’t hear, her body pushing back into every deep thrust. She rides him later, straddling him in the dark, whispering “don’t cum yet” then pulling him in deeper until he fills her, creampie after creampie, while she clenches around him like she owns his soul. Around all that, the yakuza tension keeps rising, jealousy grows, and more women start circling him like he’s fresh meat in a bloody family war, but he still keeps sneaking into her room like an addict who only needs one drug: the bully’s mom, spread on her bed, legs open, ready for another round.

You’re playing this skinny, kind of average dude in a school that suddenly turns into ground zero for the dumbest, horniest war for Earth I’ve ever seen, and it actually works. One day you’re worrying about classes and what the hell you’re gonna do with your life, next day you’re basically drafted as Earth’s “champion” in a contest where the only real weapon is how good you are at getting girls dripping for you. Aliens show up and go, “whoever seduces more women wins the planet,” and everyone somehow just rolls with it. It feels like a parody of every harem game you’ve ever seen, but the game never winks too hard at you. The girls still feel like… people, even when an alien schoolgirl is jerking you off during astronomy club while asking what “blue balls” means and “if it’s a human disease.” The humor is stupid in a fun way, like the dev knows exactly how trashy it is and doesn’t care. Half the time I was thinking “ok this is too much” and then I was already clicking the next choice anyway.

You spend a lot of time walking around school corridors and hanging out in boring real-life places like classrooms, locker rooms, rooftop, computer lab, but they don’t stay boring very long. There’s this scene where you’re peeking through one of those cheap little wired-glass windows in a classroom door, spying on two girls making out when they think nobody’s around. One is this shy, soft-spoken student council type, the other is an alien girl who’s still learning human stuff and is treating lesbian sex like it’s a school experiment. She keeps stopping to ask “does this feel statistically good” while her tongue is already halfway inside the other girl, and you’re outside, rock hard, choosing between “keep watching” or “interrupt and join.” The voyeur moments like that are surprisingly good, they don’t feel like the usual lazy “peek at boobs through keyhole” thing. There’s another bit in the library where a busty paranormal-obsessed girl is showing you “evidence” of ghosts on her laptop, but the ghost video is just looping cam footage of an alien girl riding some guy’s face. She blushes like crazy, pretends she downloaded it by accident, then ends up sliding under the table and giving you this slow, messy blowjob while the librarian walks behind you, totally clueless. Your only thought is “please don’t misclick and stand up with my dick out.”

Sex-wise, it’s full-on: lots of big tits bouncing in your face, handjobs under desks, public stuff where you’re trying not to groan too loud, sweet romance routes mixed with totally shameless alien kink. Some scenes are actually kinda tender, like when you finally stop treating one girl as “just a number for the contest” and you actually kiss her before you fuck her, and she wraps her legs around you and whispers that she doesn’t care about the aliens, she just wants you to choose her. Then five minutes later you’re in a bathroom stall getting sloppy oral from a different girl while checking your “conversion stats” like some horny accountant, so yeah, the game doesn’t let you pretend you’re a perfect gentleman. That’s also where the satire part hits a bit harder than you expect, because it keeps reminding you that this “save the world with your dick” thing is basically a joke, but you keep going anyway. It’s messy, horny, sometimes stupid, sometimes weirdly cute, and the whole school feels like this sandbox where paranormal rumors, aliens, and hormones just crash together until somebody ends up naked against a locker.

Rebirth Balance is that kind of horny fantasy story where the world is burning, elves and humans want to kill each other, and somehow your biggest problem is choosing which pair of tits to focus on first. You wake up in some other guy’s body, with a dick that looks way too confident for the situation, and a divine being basically tells you: “Hey, fix the world, also here, have some superpowers and a front row seat to every orgasm in a fifty meter radius.” It sounds epic, but it feels more like being dropped inside a porn convention where every booth is run by racists, sex addicts, or both. One moment you’re trying to talk politics between humans and non-humans, next moment an elf MILF is on her knees, drooling around your cock, pretending diplomacy means “oral exam”. The game throws you into that mood very fast, like Discord mods arguing for ten pages on lore, while you’re just there clicking “next” waiting for the tits to bounce again. And yeah, the tits do bounce. The models are that 3dcg style where skin has that slightly too smooth thing, like everyone moisturizes with lube. It’s janky in a good way. Sometimes a boob clips into an arm and I swear it made the titfuck more funny, not worse. Felt like watching porn in VLC, pausing at weird frames just to laugh, then going right back to stroking.

The sex itself is not shy at all. You get your usual “save the world with charisma” thing, but your real stats are more like: how deep she can take it, how wide her eyes roll back, and how ugly the ahegao gets before the scene fades. There’s an elf slave girl who tries to act all cold and noble, and I blinked and suddenly she’s riding you raw, hands tied, making that messy open-mouth face like she just got hit by a truck of orgasms. The camera loves to sit low when you go in vaginal, so you see the whole slide, every wet push, that shiny stretch where you think “okay, this is probably not safe but whatever, fantasy world”. Then out of nowhere, the superpower thing kicks in and you’re basically cheating in sex. You touch her, her legs turn to jelly, and it feels unfair in the most porn logic way. Same with the MILF scenes: one of them acts like she’s mentoring you on how to talk to non-humans, but the entire time the game keeps zooming in on her lips and her cleavage, like the plot is just foreplay you forgot to skip. When she finally wraps her tits around you, the animation goes full worship mode, soft flesh pressing, nipples brushing along the shaft, spit dripping down like someone spilled energy drink on a joystick. It’s messy. It’s hot. And then suddenly you’re back to dialogue about balance between races, pretending your cock is not still throbbing. I had a Chrome tab open with a Google Doc for work, and another tab with this game, and honestly, switching between “professional email” and “animated elf masturbation scene” should be illegal. Anyway, the world is in danger, people are angry, politics are tense, and you’re out there making peace one blowjob at a time. Priorities.

Monet feels like somebody took a regular city, squeezed out all the warmth, and replaced it with glass, chrome and secrets. IRYS throws you in there like you just woke up from a dream you half remember, wearing a cheap suit and an ID badge that says you belong to Deimos. You start as this regular office guy, doing spreadsheets, watching useless meetings on Zoom while pretending to listen, getting coffee that tastes like it was filtered through somebody’s sadness. On the surface it’s that boring corporate life. Then you start noticing small weird things. People know things about you that you never told them. A coworker remembers a night you “spent together” that you’re pretty damn sure never happened. Your boss praises you for a project you have no memory of, and in the same breath hints that you owe him more than just good performance. That’s when the game starts to crawl under your skin a little.

The horny part doesn’t show up like a hentai pop-up. It slips into the routine. You’re in a late-night office review, just you and this colleague with big soft tits almost falling out of her blouse, blue light from the monitor on her skin, both of you talking about quarterly targets like robots. Then there’s a line of dialogue that feels too intimate. She leans in too close. Her hand stays too long on your shoulder. One click and you push her away and keep pretending to be a good boy. Another click and you grab her wrist, pull her into your lap, and suddenly your boring Excel sheet is sharing space with her moans and the sound of your cock sliding into her on the boss’s fancy ergonomic chair. IRYS is like that a lot. It gives you these “professional” masks and waits for you to peel them off. Sex scenes are very physical, animated just enough that when you’re fucking her against the office window or bending her over a lab table, you feel every thrust. Sometimes you are gentle, slow, like she is something you want to protect from this fucked up city. Other times the corruption hits and you use her, hand on her throat, filling her raw and hard while she begs you not to stop, even when the guilt dialogue kicks in afterward and makes you question if those feelings are yours or some Deimos script injected into your brain.

What really got me was how the romance and the sci-fi mess bleed into each other. There is this one scene where you wake up in your small apartment, naked, next to a coworker you definitely did not take home. Her hair is messy, thighs still glistening, your cum leaking out of her, and she looks at you like you have been lovers for months. You check your phone and there are whole chat logs, selfies, dirty pics, little heart emojis, like a full relationship that someone speedran while you were asleep. It feels like the universe glitched and rewrote your fate. As somebody who actually believes in destiny, that hit weird. You start asking: did I really fall for her before and just forgot, or was this romance manufactured in some secret Deimos experiment so they can pull my strings better? Later, when you take her in the back of the office, pressed against a server rack humming with data, her legs wrapped around your waist while you fuck her deep and she whispers that you were “always meant for each other”, you can’t even tell if that’s sweet or just another line of code. The game loves putting you in those moments. You climax inside her during some illegal lab test, alarms faint in the background, and instead of simple post-nut clarity you get this strange dream flash of another timeline where you never joined Deimos and she never existed. IRYS keeps poking: is your dick leading you, or is the company guiding your dick so it can own your heart and your guilt at the same time. I kinda hate that it works so well. I also kinda love it. I’m confused. It fits the city.

Within the sleek corridors of a high-end modeling firm, a novice photographer is drawn into a labyrinth of sensual intrigue and secretive beauty rituals. The camera’s eye exposes not only physical allure but also the provocative games played between shadows and light, desire and control.

The experience challenges players to juggle the relentless pace of the fashion world alongside steamy encounters that push limits and unlock hidden pleasures. From subtle flirtations to explicit scenes involving creampies and stripping, every interaction is crafted to heighten anticipation and satisfy craving.

Ultimately, this game offers a unique blend of mystery, romance, and raw eroticism set against a backdrop of artistic ambition and dark experimentation.

This is the last episode of the Booty Call series. This one is taking place at Jakes funeral. Yes, like it or not, Jake is actually dead. There will be no more Booty Call games. Kev talks shit as usual, and some people speak about Jake.