Tifa in this one feels like someone mashed a BDSM doujin, a bad end from a JRPG, and a milking simulator together after a long horny Discord call. No build up, no romance crap, you just drop right into her already broken-in slave state at the plant. She’s on the floor, wrists stuck, neck held, body treated like a toy everyone already used a thousand times. And yeah, chest so big it almost looks like a mod gone wrong, which kinda works because the whole thing is about pushing her body way past sane limits. You’re not here to “date” her. You’re here to see how far she can be used.

The core loop is basically: pick how you wanna mess her up today. Face, tits, ass, milk, some combo of that. There’s that nasty energy where the guys around her don’t see her as a person at all, just a milk machine with a famous Final Fantasy face slapped on. The titfuck stuff is heavy, your POV jammed between those inflated boobs, her breathing all fucked up, sometimes gagging while her mouth is already forced open for more. Then the face abuse kicks in and it’s rougher, teeth barely matter, throat used like it’s part of the plumbing. There’s this grossly satisfying moment when you push too deep and her eyes go wide and wet, mascara streaks down, and she makes that gurgling noise that tells you this is not tender at all. Cumshot on her face after all that just feels like the minimum level of disrespect at that point, like wiping your shoes on a doormat.

What really hits weird is the milk focus. You’re not just cumming on her, you’re basically farming her. Squeezing, pulling, twisting those huge breasts until milk sprays everywhere, like the game is daring you to see how swollen and overused they can look. When the pressure ramps up and her tits start pulsing with that “about to burst” vibe, it’s half erotic, half body horror. The combination of ***-y abuse, restraints, and this forced lactation thing makes it very clear this is not a “kinky but safe” dungeon. It’s a factory, and she’s livestock. And yeah, there’s ass fingering thrown in there too, not as the main show, more like “oh, we still have one more hole to bully” while her mouth is stuffed and her chest is leaking everywhere. It’s ugly, it’s extreme, it’s absolutely not for anyone who wants gentle dom stuff. But if you ever looked at Tifa’s official design and thought “what if people treated her like the lowest kind of captive fucktoy and milked her dry”, this is that fantasy, dialed up until it feels almost too much, then pushed a bit further.

This one hits like a fucked up Valentine’s card somebody dipped in blood and spit on. Oridelle is not a “heroine,” she is a girl who died, got dragged back, and now thinks the only reason she exists is to suck off the guy who saved her. That’s the whole emotional center of the game: her on her knees, him on the throne, and you sitting there clicking through that sick loop of “thank you for saving me, please use me again.” It feels almost too intimate sometimes, like reading someone’s horny therapy diary that got infected by a horror manga. The tone flips a lot. One minute she is this soft, almost cute corpse-girl whispering how grateful she is, and three lines later she is giggling like a brain-poisoned bimbo about how her mouth is “perfect for him” and nothing else matters. It is erotic, yeah, but there is this rotten taste under it, like you bit into candy and it was raw meat.

The horror wraps itself around the sex instead of fighting it. Every time she drags herself back to that coffin, body resetting, clothes fixing, face going back to the “normal” Oridelle, it feels like watching a save file overwrite a human being. She goes out, gets broken a little more, comes back, looks the same. Inside she is not the same. You can feel the split getting wider, her real self trapped under this shiny, porn-brain alter ego that thinks being his perfect cocksleeve is holy work. Some scenes are almost boring in how focused they are on his dick and her mouth, and then suddenly one line pops where she begs him to call her by a name he gave her, not her own, and it hits harder than the actual blowjob. The game keeps telling you, quietly, that she is already dead, just not all at once. And still you keep clicking, because the pacing is like a slow, dripping faucet you kind of hate but keep staring at. Sometimes the writing leans too hard into “bimbo talk” and loses that fragile, tragic vibe I liked at the start, but then there is a moment where she hesitates before opening her lips and it all comes back. I wish there was a way to pull her out, to give her a route where she looks at him and says “no,” but the whole point is that she will not. She crawls back, every time, happy to be used, proud of how empty she can become for him, and that is what makes the whole thing stay in your head after you close the tab and pretend you are just going to check Twitter.