I swear this game messed with my head more than any so-called “psychological” visual novel ever did. You wake up rich, spoiled, surrounded by girls who look like they stepped straight out of some fever-dream crossover - like, imagine Asuka Langley arguing with Hinata about who gets to sit closer to you at breakfast, and then Merlin just casually walks in wearing nothing but a towel that doesn’t even try to do its job. It’s ridiculous, yet there’s something weirdly believable about it. Maybe because the dream logic fits too well: everything looks perfect, but your brain keeps whispering that something’s off. I liked that uneasy feeling until it got buried under all the moaning and skin. Then again, maybe that’s the point - when reality breaks, people reach for pleasure first. Or I’m overthinking pixels again.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but you’re supposed to choose between helping Yor Forger study or letting Jinx drag you to her room. I picked Yor, thinking it’d be wholesome. Yeah, right. Five clicks later she’s on the desk, glasses half-off, saying things no spy should ever say. The animation isn’t flawless; sometimes her eyes lag behind her face, which made me laugh when I shouldn’t have. But that glitchy charm stuck with me longer than any of the polished stuff. And the sound design? Way too real. My cheap headphones couldn’t handle Tsunade’s voice purring through them. Still, I kept replaying the same moment like an idiot chasing déjà vu.

Funny thing: I started playing for the sexy chaos, but ended up stuck thinking about that blank-memory setup. Like maybe the main guy deserves the confusion. Maybe we all do. It’s a horny game pretending to be philosophical - or a philosophical game pretending to be horny. Doesn’t matter. When Nami whispers something about “remembering the wrong things,” I actually paused. Then I unpaused, because, well… she was already moving.

Kid with no powers, in a school where everyone throws fireballs and mind blasts like it is gym class, already sounds like one of those loser-to-god anime plots, right? Here it leans into that fantasy, but horny and kind of mean in a fun way. You start as this regular guy who gets treated like trash, and slowly your hidden “gift” wakes up. First moments are pretty slow: walking around school corridors, poking at menus, talking with classmates that think they are hot shit because they can melt walls. Then the game starts slipping in the lewd stuff, first really soft. A hand resting too long on your shoulder, a button too low on a girl’s uniform, the teacher bending over the desk in skirt that should be illegal, voice acting just a bit too sultry for normal class. I liked that it doesn’t instantly throw twelve naked monster girls on your face, and at the same time I hated it, because I am an impatient animal and wanted to see someone get filled right away.

The whole school is a sandbox where you wander, bump into events, get in stupid fights and occasionally end up with a schoolgirl in stockings on your crotch. Combat is turn based, like some cheap JRPG clone, but with funny details: one moment you are choosing skills to punch a tentacle beast in the face, next moment the same tentacle beast is pinning a girl to the ground and you are deciding if you finish the fight or leave it a bit longer just to watch the animation. There is this one scene in the training yard with a monster girl “sparring partner” that pretends she is just testing your breaking point, and it escalates to her wrapping around you, riding you slow while barking orders, making you cum inside her as part of the “exam”. The way her voice cracks when she demands another round feels way more honest than most porn games that try to sound all perfect. And then later you see her in class, totally normal, hair up, reading notes, like she didn’t milk you dry next to the lockers. That stupid disconnect is what sold me. Also the MC’s superpower, when it finally pops, is actually busted as hell in both combat and sex, but I will not spoil it, only that multiple penetration stops being a group activity and becomes almost like a skill in your hotbar. Watching the animations where he has one girl on his cock, another on his fingers, a third licking his balls while he still throws energy blasts at some monster in the background is ridiculous, kind of goofy, and honestly exactly what this genre needs. It is messy, horny, and sometimes the pacing is fucked, but I kept checking it on my phone on the toilet, so that probably says more than any “serious review”.

The first thing that hit me with this one was how shameless it is. You play this smug bastard who literally is the Demon King of Lust, popping into some fantasy world with one idea in his head: “every hot girl here is mine.” No pretending, no romance at start, just straight up corruption and ownership. The world kind of opens around you like a sandbox sex toy box. One moment you’re in a quiet little village, talking to a shy virgin elf, and ten minutes later she’s on her knees, drooling on your cock while you test if your mind control can make her enjoy it more than she wants to admit. It has that old porn game energy, where it feels a bit rough and “cheap,” but somehow that gives more charm. The 3D girls have this plastic porn star look, big tits, big asses, too shiny sometimes, but when they move during a titfuck or a footjob, or when the camera zooms on their face while they’re getting filled, it works. Animations are not perfect, some loops are a bit stiff, but when you are watching a monster girl riding you in a ruined temple, her claws on your chest and her slime dripping on your balls, you’re not exactly thinking about animation curves, trust me.

What I liked is how the power fantasy grows. In the beginning you’re just a horny demon trying to get any vaginal sex at all. You bribe, you threaten, you use mind tricks in small doses. A simple handjob behind the tavern feels like a victory. Then much later, you’re in a full harem situation, girls you’ve broken in different ways, all with their own kind of corruption: the priestess who now begs you to cum on her face because she says your seed is her “new holy water,” the warrior who used to kick your ass and now kneels to kiss your boots and give you a slow, teasing footjob because she “must honor her master.” There is a scene where you call three of them into your throne room, make one worship your cock with her tits while the other two kiss each other under your orders. You switch roles mid scene, pull one by the hair into your lap, force her to ride you while she’s still mind controlled to call you “my king” each time she cums. It is dark, it is male domination all the way, with slavery stuff not trying to be nice. Sometimes it feels too cruel, like when you break a monster girl who was actually kind of sweet before, turn her into a sex pet with a collar, and the game just shrugs like “yeah, that’s normal here.” But then, that is exactly the fantasy it goes for and never apologizes. The adventure side is mostly a reason to walk into new locations and find more women to ruin: caves with captive monster girls, castles with bored queens, little farmhouses where you corrupt a whole family one by one. There is a weird comfort in how trashy it is. The story pretends to talk about conquering the world, but everyone knows the real goal is conquering every pussy, mouth, and pair of tits you can reach. And it delivers that, slowly, nastily, with every new scene turning another “good girl” into a dripping, obedient toy that calls you Demon King while you fuck her brains out.

This one feels like somebody took all the marriage porn threads from old forums, mixed them with late night softcore, then forgot to add a safe word. You’re not playing some overpowered stud here, you’re basically watching this young couple get pushed around by the world, and the game really enjoys twisting the knife. It’s all narrated in third person, which at first I thought I’d hate, but it actually fits weirdly well. Feels like hearing a dirty storyteller sitting behind you, whispering what the husband doesn’t see, what the wife pretends not to feel, and what the “friend” actually wants when his hand stays on her waist a bit too long. That outsider voice is cold as hell sometimes too, just describing how she shifts her thighs when she’s pretending she’s not turned on, or how he forces a smile while his boss checks out his wife’s ass in public. You’re not safe inside anyone’s head, you’re watching, like a creep in the corner.

The whole corruption angle is slow, sometimes even annoying, in that good way where you yell at the screen and still click “continue”. At the start she’s shy, holds his arm, dresses modest, and you think, ok, maybe this is the kind of game where nothing really happens, just a lot of teasing. Then first proper “accident” happens. A crowded bus, her pushed against some guy, hand that “slips” to her hip, then somehow inside her coat. Nobody says anything. The narrator just tells you how her breath changes, how she doesn’t pull away immediately, how later she tells her husband it was just too crowded and laughs it off. The game really likes this exhibitionism flavor. Short skirts that “he” suggests she wears because she “looks so cute,” club scenes where the lighting hides enough but not quite, balcony moments where windows are not as dark as they think. There’s a scene in a mall where she bends to grab a bag, and camera just stays on that angle for way too long, while the text is busy talking about what some random guy on the escalator is staring at. It’s petty, it’s hot, it’s kind of mean.

What surprised me a lot is how much of the fun is actually in all the watching. Proper voyeur energy. You get moments where the husband is literally in the next room, and the narration switches between what he thinks is going on and what’s actually happening on the couch. Little stuff, like a “massage” that goes on too low, a handjob given under a blanket while the TV is still on, her biting her lip and pretending she’s just cold. There is cheating, real cheating, not just flirty texting. Ntr and cuckold stuff hit harder here because the game takes its sweet time getting there. It starts with harmless touching, a hand on her thigh when everyone’s drinking, or a guy “helping” her cross the street holding her too close. By the time you reach outright groping in a crowded locker room, it doesn’t feel sudden, it feels like, yeah, of course that’s the next step, she already got used to being touched “by mistake”. And the 3D style they use for the characters works fine for this kind of thing. The models are not perfect, some faces look a bit stiff, and it really annoys me that sometimes their fingers don’t sit quite right on the clothes, like they float a tiny bit above, and then my brain locks on that and I miss a line of dialogue. But the bodies sell the story. Curves, subtle changes in her posture when she starts to enjoy the attention more than her husband’s approval, his shoulders slowly folding in when he realizes something’s off but can’t prove it. I wish the text box was a bit less clunky, it feels like reading a fanfic in an old app sometimes, but whatever, I still kept clicking next while swearing at the narrator for being such a smug bastard. There’s this one moment where he comes home early, hears muffled sounds from the bedroom, and the game just holds on the hallway description while you imagine what’s past the door. That pause is filthy. I kind of hated it. I kind of loved it.

Summer here feels like a horny fever dream that never quite cools down. School’s done, the city looks normal at first glance, but everyone’s too hot, too bored, too ready to make bad decisions with you. You’re this guy who’s “trying to fix his life”, but honestly, most of the time you’re just running around the map checking your phone, grinding stats and accidentally walking into situations where someone’s either naked, tied up, or both. One moment you’re in a kinda wholesome date at a café, the next the same girl is in your room in a tight cosplay outfit, on her knees, drooling on your dick while some soft music loop plays in the background like it’s no big deal. It has that weird mix where romance stuff actually matters, but then she’s moaning while you choke her and call her a slut on the bathroom floor. Normal dating sim vibe completely gone in 2 clicks.

The sandbox part is messy in a good and bad way. You bounce between locations, tap through phone menus, check events at stupidly specific times, try to guess which minigame will finally raise the right stat so the big titty teacher lets you strip her in the lab instead of just “talk”. I liked that I could ignore some girls completely. There was this strict office milf who kept trying to boss me around, pulling that femdom vibe, ordering me to kneel and lick her heels while she barely touches my cock. I just ghosted her and focused on the sweet neighbor who pretends to be innocent but starts riding my face the second you choose the “help her with something at home” option. And then the game goes the other way: a cute shy girl who looks like pure romance material suddenly asks you to slap her harder and spit in her mouth while she’s on all fours in a cosplay outfit, her ass bouncing on your lap. The animations there are surprisingly smooth, with her tits swinging and the camera angle changing right when she starts begging for more. Sometimes it looks great, other times the faces look a bit off and plastic, but not enough to kill the mood, just enough so you notice and swear at your screen for a second.

What got me hooked was how scenes can flip from soft to fucked up without huge buildup. You’re holding a girl in bed, really calm, she falls asleep in your arms, then there’s an option to start rubbing her under the sheets while she mumbles your name and breathes heavy. It’s messed up and hot, and the game knows exactly what it’s doing. There’s a bathroom scene where you and another guy tag team a girl, your cock buried in her mouth while he’s pounding her from behind, her mascara running, tears mixing with spit as she tries to focus on your balls slapping her chin. Later, she’s totally cheerful about it, asking when you’ll “hang out” again like it was just a normal date. And the sexfights stuff is wild too: one girl literally turns sex into a battle of who taps out first, grinding on you until you’re close, then squeezing your balls in revenge when you try to cum inside without asking. Some routes lean more sweet and “vanilla”, just blowjobs on a couch and slow titjobs with whispered dirty talk, some are straight up humiliation: you tied to a chair, cock hard, while she teases you with her big ass and doesn’t let you touch. The wild part is the game never really forces you into one single lane. You kind of build your own mix of romance, corruption, public exposure scenes where you’re finger-fucking a girl in a changing room while people walk outside, and all that forbidden shit the game pretends you’re “saving the city” from, even though you’re clearly part of the problem. It’s a mess. A hot, horny, wrong-feeling mess that somehow works.

Game hits you with that cheap jump scare first, like some old YouTube screamer, then suddenly you are just in this tiny bedroom with a catgirl kneeling on your mattress, tail flicking, hoodie half open, like she respawned out of your search history. She talks way too casual for something that was licking your cheek a second ago, and her robot buddy on the desk keeps beeping horny little comments, like ChatGPT but if it was allowed to be a total perv. The vibe is weirdly cozy and fucked up at the same time: lights low, messy floor, VR headset tossed in the corner, browser on incognito, and this girl with ears and a collar explaining that you “kinda accidentally” asked for her during a lucid dream. Then your tanned childhood friend just barges in, sweaty from practice, sports bra under that loose shirt, thighs looking like she can snap your neck, and the game instantly goes from awkward hentai scenario to full “oh no I have to actually choose between them” chaos. Except it does not let you stay pure for long, because the sandbox part kicks in fast.

What sold me is how the lewd stuff slowly crawls from goofy to really filthy. At first it is innocent groping “for data”, the robot telling her to test your stamina, her sitting on your lap casually while pretending it is a “science experiment”, your dark skinned wrestler buddy teasing you by pinning your arms and grinding down “like training mount control”. Ten minutes later you are in this bizarre three way exhibition setup where the robot projects your porn search stats on the wall while catgirl milks you with her tits, long slow titfuck while she purrs and leaks a bit of milk herself if you pushed her down the lactation path earlier. Yes, they actually track that with little stat sliders tucked in your phone menu, same place you manage pregnancy risks and suppression pills, which is so on the nose it becomes funny. You start checking fertility charts with the same seriousness I normally keep for Google Analytics, except here the KPIs are “days until catgirl goes into heat” and “chance that the wrestler gets creampied after shower scene”.

Game keeps mixing cute and messed up like that. One route I picked had the tan friend challenge you to a “submission match” on the living room floor, loser has to obey for the night. I tried to play fair, ended up with my face in her armpit and my hands tied behind my back with a belt. She rode my mouth first out of pure spite, grinding till she actually squirted all over my chin, laughing when the robot measured the splash distance. That same run, later, she made you fuck her from behind in the hallway with the door half open, neighbors’ footsteps outside, her moaning way too loud on purpose so you feel that humiliation creep in while still pumping her full and watching her stomach twitch when she feels the cum spill deep. The catgirl route goes more horror and sci fi if you lean into the superpower stuff: she glitches the lights, pulls some psychic domination, freezes your body mid stroke so she can sit on your cock and edge you, denying the orgasm until you are shaking, then forces a raw creampie where her eyes roll back ahegao style and her belly gives this tiny bump animation after. At one point she makes a clone of herself out of this slimy monster girl goo, and suddenly it becomes a group sex scene with two catgirls giggling while they share your dick between mouth and ass, keeping you right at the limit, the robot counting “denied orgasms: 7” in the corner like some cursed Excel sheet. I kinda hate how the UI sometimes bugs and the text boxes overlap in the most intense moments, but when you are watching an elf cosplay scene where your tanned fighter wears fake ears and gets throat fucked on the couch while the real catgirl records from the wardrobe crack, you just let it slide. Vaginal, anal, oral, handjobs under the table while you pretend to play a horror game, lesbian domination where the wrestler slaps the catgirl’s ass till it goes red and makes her lick your shaft before she sits down on it herself, even a messed up virgin blood fetish joke when you finally break that hymen flag on one route. It is all there, messy, horny, way too raw, like someone dumped their whole tag history into one save file and forgot to clean the edges.

Things feel almost too cozy at the start here. You log into a VRMMO, your girl is there, all cute and overpowered, and the routine is very… domestic. Run some quests, flirt in chat, meet her after “logging out” for a date in a very normal school life. It’s this weird overlap of fantasy swords and cafeteria bentos, and it actually sells the idea that this couple is used to shuffling between dungeon grinding and holding hands behind the gym. It’s soft, kind of cheesy, and then the game quietly leans in and says, “Okay, what if we fucked that up completely.”

The new guy, Inoda, slides into the story like that one Discord stranger who seems harmless because his mic is too quiet. His whole thing is this stealth skill in the VR game that makes his character weak as hell in combat but basically invisible. In a normal RPG you’d just complain in a forum that the devs ruined the class, but here it turns into a voyeur tool. At first it’s funny: you’re teaching him how to not die in turn based fights, he trips over simple stuff, you clear monsters while he hides, and your girlfriend is trying to be patient. The combat is simple, kind of grindy, and sometimes the camera lingers more on bouncing tits and wet lips than on HP bars, which is honestly the point. She leans forward to explain something, her big chest fills half the frame, his eyes slide down, and the game doesn’t pretend it’s innocent. In town, there’s one sequence where she bends over to pick up loot and her skirt rides up, and you catch Inoda just standing there, watching like he found premium content. He says “sorry” way too slow.

What I like, and also hate, is how the NTR tension doesn’t flip all at once. It’s not just “surprise, she’s fucked in a corner.” Instead it builds in stupid little moments. A hand on her shoulder that lingers too long in the classroom, him “accidentally” sitting next to her on the train instead of you, her laughing at some lame joke while your POV is just a bit off to the side. The voyeur thing grows more obvious in the VR parts too: stealth active, he hangs back watching you and her fight, her heavy breathing, the bounce under her armor, the way she sucks on a potion bottle like it’s a cock, and your brain starts going, wait, is he even playing the same game or just jerking to our party dynamics. There is this scene in the dorm hallway where he “helps” her carry stuff and his hand brushes her ass. It’s short, animated, and he pretends it’s nothing, but the camera really wants you to see the way his fingers press in, like testing the curve of her milf-tier body even though she’s technically still a student. It’s horny and kind of gross in that way NTR fans eat up.

Sex scenes hit a bunch of angles: slow teasing while you watch, sneaky groping in a school stairwell, her pressed against a wall with her underwear pushed aside, and, later, things get nastier. There’s oral where she’s on her knees, her lips stretched around a dick that clearly isn’t yours, drool dripping down her chin while the stealth effect is still active and you’re somewhere else in the same digital world, clueless. There’s the classic VR bed scene where he’s fucking her from behind, tits slapping against the sheets, his hands on her waist, and she keeps trying not to moan his name too loud. Creampies are heavy here: white cum spilling out slowly, panties dragged up over a dripping pussy before she goes to “see you” in the real school. It’s peak cheating vibe. Some shots focus on her big ass, jiggle from different angles, light catching the sweat on her skin. One scene has her giving a handjob under a table, his expression barely moving while teachers talk in front, like this fucked-up exhibition game where you almost want someone to notice. The game even throws in a weird Asuna-style NPC in the VR MMO that’s clearly meant to look like a certain SAO heroine, and she gets dragged into the mix as a side distraction, like the devs said “we know what you’re here for” and then got horny and forgot subtlety. Honestly I wish the male protagonist had more agency in the late parts, instead of just existing to suffer and watch, but this won’t change, it’s built on that specific humiliation. I still keep thinking about that one moment where you walk into a classroom, see your girlfriend smiling at her phone, and the screen very briefly flashes a chat window you’re not in. Tiny thing. It bothered me way more than the loud moaning did.

Everything goes to hell before you even click “start”. Dad bailed to some beach with his side chick, robbed half the city, left the house in debt and full of memories that smell like cheap perfume and broken promises. You drag your sorry ass back from college, thinking you’ll maybe crash a few days, fix some paperwork, then vanish again. Instead you walk into a home full of women who remember you very well, some a little too well, and suddenly that “temporary stay” turns into the hottest, messiest, most illegal summer of your entire life. The place is about to be turned into a college dorm, money is tight, secrets are tighter, clothes are optional, and apparently everybody thinks you’re the one who has to “take responsibility”.

What hit me first wasn’t even the sex. It was that weird feeling of coming back to a house where you used to jerk off in silence trying not to wake anyone, and now you’re standing there face to face with that thick, soft, totally out-of-your-league woman you grew up around, and she talks to you like you’re not a kid anymore. The first time she leans over the kitchen table and you get that POV shot of her tits nearly falling out while she asks you something completely normal, it’s like your brain splits in two. One half is thinking “this is wrong”, the other half is screaming “please bend her over the counter right now”. The game leans hard into that tension. Sleepy late-night visits where someone “accidentally” crawls into your bed. A shower scene where you swear the door was locked and then it just… isn’t. A hand brushing your crotch in the hallway, a “joke” grope that lasts way too long, someone sitting in your lap during movie night a little too close, her ass grinding slowly while pretending nothing is happening. It starts as teasing and harassment and then it slowly turns into mutual corruption. You’re not just some horny puppet either. You choose. Who you comfort, who you push away, who you let keep touching you when you should stop them. The story remembers that later. She remembers that. Her sister remembers that too, which gets real interesting when the twins start getting curious at the same time and your pants are already down because of something completely different.

The sex itself goes from sweet to filthy so naturally it almost feels like real life if real life had way more big tits, lactating milfs and zero HR department. One scene you’re just cuddling and talking about how everything went to shit after you left, kissing her slow, taking her virginity soft and careful while she squeezes your hand and tries not to wake anyone in the next room. Next scene you’ve got her riding you reverse on the couch, her big ass bouncing in your face while she milks your cock with her pussy and begs you to fill her up. The POV shots during creampies are stupidly good, especially when you get to see it drip out while she tries to hold it in because she “doesn’t want to get pregnant” and then later there is a whole route where that risk is not just “risk” anymore. If you like oral, there’s a moment where you’re supposed to be studying and she’s under the desk, stroking you, licking the tip, whispering shit in your ear while your messages ping on your phone. There are messy titfucks with cum on her face, footjobs where you don’t even know how the hell you got into that position but suddenly you’re throbbing between painted toes, interracial threesomes where two totally different bodies fight over your dick, and a group scene that feels like the end result of every bad decision you made along the way. Some girls you gently corrupt, others drag you down with them, and sometimes you wake up with someone riding you half-asleep, using you like a toy and pretending tomorrow will still be normal. The voices sell it hard, too. The gasps when you slip it in her ass the first time, the little laughs when she makes you cum from just her hand, the shaky breathing right before she lets you inside without a condom because “just this once”. There are multiple endings depending on who you commit to or if you try to hoard a whole harem like a greedy bastard, and yeah, you can screw up and lose people. That weird ache in your chest when you pick one girl and see another walk away quietly… somehow hits almost as hard as the orgasm you got from her earlier while she was sitting on your face and grinding.

This thing feels like somebody took that whole “dollification” fetish, threw it into Blender and Stable Diffusion, shook the bottle, and never really checked the recipe after. You start as this pretty average dude, nothing special, kind of a background NPC energy, and suddenly you’re surrounded by girls who look like the algorithm has been told “more tits, more ass, more lips, more everything” on a loop. There’s no slow build, no long romance arcs, it’s like walking into a nightclub where the only dress code is “be fuckable” and the lights are permanently set to horny. The bimbo vibe is not just visual, it’s in how scenes are written: they talk like their brain is getting overwritten in real time by your cock and by whatever tech is driving the whole “doll verse” thing. The bodies are cartoon-level stacked, huge round tits that sit high like they’re inflated from the inside, asses that barely fit into the frame, and the camera knows it, keeps sliding down, catching jiggle and tight fabric and those stupidly thin thongs that exist only to be pulled aside.

At some point I realized I was ignoring half the story bits and just clicking forward to see how far the corruption goes. One scene hit me harder than I expected: you’re in this fake-clinical room, like a beauty lab designed by someone who watched too much porn, and the girl is on the chair talking almost normal at first. Lights scan her skin, some AI “enhancement” program runs, and the interface keeps saying stuff like “optimizing obedience” and “sexual output increased.” She’s looking at you, trying to hold onto her old self, then her voice gets softer, words shorter, tits literally bigger a few screen transitions later, her eyes a little emptier, and still she begs you to tell her she looks pretty. Philosophically, it’s super fucked and super hot at the same time. On one level, it is just fetish fluff for people who want big plastic-barbie sluts drooling over their dick. On another, it nails how desire in the digital age tries to flatten women into presets: big tits, big ass, simple thoughts, always “yes.” Of course, I say “nails” like it was planned; it might just be horny chaos that accidentally feels deep when you’re tired and half naked. I kept thinking of Nietzsche and then immediately thinking of how good her nipples looked in that latex harness. No healthy brain should have those two thoughts back-to-back, but here we are.

What actually surprised me most, weirdly, was a small browsing moment. You’re in this selection screen of dolls, like an unholy mix of Pornhub categories and character creation in a RPG, and you can zoom on different parts. I spent way too long just rotating the view around one girl’s ass, trying to decide if the curve was “artificial” enough. The texture has this uncanny quality, a bit too smooth, like AI tried to guess what perfect skin is and overshot it. It made me think about how porn is drifting away from real bodies into this fantasy of “AI generated flesh” that nobody has but everyone clicks on. I complain in my head about the weird hands and slightly off eyes, yet I still keep going, because when she kneels and the screen drops behind her to isolate the movement of her hips on your lap, none of that matters. It’s trashy, it’s overblown, sometimes the writing trips on itself trying to be edgy and just sounds dumb, and one of the early dialogue choices made me roll my eyes so hard I had to alt-tab to Telegram for a minute just to reset my brain. Then you come back, the next scene opens with her in a too-tight crop top, tits almost falling out while she calls you “master” like it’s the only word left in her vocabulary, and all your high-minded critique dissolves into “ok yeah, click next, I need to see where this goes.” The game is full of that clash: horny now, think later, or maybe never.