Mila and her guy look like that couple you see on Instagram, all fake smiles and “date night” posts, but when you actually get inside their story here you feel how dead the fire is. Sex life on life support, zero spark, just routine. And instead of fixing anything normal way, she basically opens the darkest tabs in her own brain and lets them run wild. It starts slow, like harmless flirting in her head, and pretty fast you realize “ok, this girl’s kink folder is mostly anal, control, and being treated like a pretty little toy.” Not gonna lie, the game is kinda honest about how ugly and hot that can be at the same time. One moment she’s shy and guilty, next moment she’s spread, gagged, and calling some stranger “sir” while her boyfriend is literally the least relevant person in the room.

What I like is that it really leans into those three paths instead of pretending everything is one-size-fits-all. NTR stuff here is not soft. There is humiliation, there is that sick twist in your stomach when she looks her man in the eyes after getting wrecked by someone else and you can tell she likes him helpless. One scene had her bent over a couch, ass up, while she’s on voice call with her boyfriend, acting all innocent, and the guy behind her is just ramming her ass and whispering in her ear to talk sweeter. That kind of scummy detail is what sold it for me. The “loyal” route is like a weird lab experiment. Same girl, same obsession with anal toys, but everything is “our dirty secret” with her boyfriend. She still pushes herself into extreme stuff, begging for bigger toys, double penetration, getting off on the pain and loss of control, but the emotional flavor changes. Less betrayal, more “I’m your filthy slut and only yours.” Still, sometimes it feels tamer emotionally, even when she’s got three things inside her and can barely speak. NTS, the “sharing” route, kinda sits between the two. She gets passed around, used by groups, gangbang scenes, collars, knees on the floor, ass used first like it’s standard policy, but she keeps looking back at her man like “see what you did to me.” Some people will call it wholesome. Those people are lying.

AI generated art gives everything this slightly unreal, hentai fever-dream look. Faces too pretty, asses too perfect, tears on cheeks while she’s clearly enjoying it way too much. Sometimes the characters change a bit between scenes and it’s a little janky, like a porn multiverse where everyone looks 5 percent different every time, but honestly it also makes the corruption feel weirder, like reality is bending with her kinks. There’s a ton of group scenes where she’s the center of attention and not in a gentle way. Picture her pinned down, a hand around her throat, another spreading her cheeks, one guy in her ass, another waiting, everybody talking about her like she’s a toy on sale, not a person. Or she’s ordered to lick herself clean after they ruin her, and you get that mix of shame and need on her face. Choices actually matter a bit more than I expected: small dialogue options turn a teasing moment into full-on domination, or keep her in that “I shouldn’t be doing this” zone instead of complete mindbreak. I do wish there was one route where she just takes charge and flips the script, but no, this game clearly decided her ass belongs to everyone except her, and honestly, for what it’s trying to be, that stubborn focus kind of works. Just don’t come here expecting romance. It’s about a bored girl finding out that getting used, especially from behind, is exactly what wakes her up, and then watching her run way past the line where she said she’d stop.

You know that moment when you’re staring at your screen, cock in hand, thinking “why the hell am I doing this again?” This game basically grabs that pathetic little thought, slaps you with a horny demon girl and goes, “yeah, you are addicted, shut up and enjoy it.” You play this poor bastard who jerks off so much he literally sends a horny prayer into the universe, and instead of a therapist, he gets a whole team of succubi answering the call. Not subtle at all. And it’s not just some random OC girls either, it’s like your private illegal multiverse porn folder came to life. One minute you got this smug redhead spy chick with the gymnast hips and attitude, next moment there’s that stretchy superhero mom whose ass honestly deserves its own loading screen, then you blink and boom, that blonde cosplay girl bouncing on your lap like she’s streaming for OnlyFans. It’s messy and stupid and hot. Mostly hot.

What I like is how the game doesn’t pretend you’re a hero. You’re basically a horny lab rat with “superpowers,” so every new girl you summon is part sex toy, part experiment. The “power training” scenes are just excuses for milking sessions, foot worship marathons, deepthroat practice, all wrapped in this half-serious, half-shitpost story about demons and paranormal deals. You get a new ability and your first thought isn’t “how to save the world,” it’s “how many ways can I make this ninja doctor with huge tits lose her mind on my cock.” The game lets you switch from being a controlling bastard, grabbing hair, forcing throats, filling every hole, to just lying back while some smug princess brat steps on your chest, spits on your tip and makes you say “thank you, mistress” before she even touches you. Sometimes it feels like Pornhub category roulette, but in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends on how you feel about drowning in cum.

There’s this one scene that stuck in my brain way too long. You summon this blue-eyed fire princess with that permanent “I’m better than you” face. She looks at your cock like it insulted her ancestors. You use a mind control ability on her, think “oh nice, she’ll become a soft, obedient girl.” Nah. She drops to her knees, smiles with that evil little smirk, and starts a blowjob that feels like she’s trying to ruin you on purpose. Teeth just barely grazing, hands twisting, drool everywhere, eyes rolled back, then she pulls off and wipes her face with her foot, making you lick her toes clean while she calls you her “pet.” I hated how much I loved that. Also the toes animation? Weirdly detailed. Like, someone spent real life hours on those arches and soles, and I can’t decide if I should applaud them or report them to someone. The only thing that annoyed me was this tiny sound effect in one menu that doesn’t match the click, and it’s driving me crazy every single time, and of course it will never get fixed. Anyway, you go from creampies to bukkake stacks to sloppy titfucks, with girls covered in your cum like it’s some cursed skincare routine, and the game just keeps handing you more universes to corrupt. It’s horny, shameless, a bit broken, and honestly feels like your late-night browser history turned into a demon contract you kinda don’t want to escape.

Lena’s story starts quiet and a bit awkward, like that first shift at a new job where everything smells like old paper and furniture polish. She’s this shy girl dumped into a huge, old library that feels way too big for her. The game really leans into that silence. No jumps right away, no cheap “boo.” Just you, a slow crawl through dusty corridors, and Lena’s brain slowly getting louder than any sound effect. At first she’s just shelving books, logging weird titles, trying not to embarrass herself in front of the other staff. But the place has this almost wet, sticky atmosphere to it, especially in those restricted sections where the lights flicker in that “this is absolutely unsafe” way. There are these books that feel wrong before you even open them, and the game lets you just linger on them, making you choose if Lena peeks inside or pretends she’s a good girl. Of course she peeks. The erotic stuff doesn’t slap you in the face from the first click. It creeps in at the edges of her thoughts. Tiny flashes. A phrase in a book that hits way too close. A touch from a co-worker that lasts slightly longer than it should. A dream sequence where she’s not sure if that shadow touching her is a ghost, a god, or just her own pent-up frustration trying to cosplay as a demon. All that gets tied into this subtle horror vibe, like something in that library is watching her, gently pushing her to test herself, maybe ruin herself a bit. The sexy scenes feel like you’re reading Lena’s diary after she got horny on the bus and tried to pretend she wasn’t.

The game lets you lean her in different directions with your choices, and that part caught me. You can keep her timid and flustered, or you start letting her accept what turns her on, even when it’s clearly unhealthy. There’s a moment where she reads this ritual text that mixes religious guilt with raw, filthy desire, and you get the option to stop or keep reciting. I kept going, obviously, and the way her internal monologue shifts from “I shouldn’t” to “please more” is way hotter than any random porn animation. That same scene also has a little audio glitch that made my headphones crackle like broken ASMR, which annoyed me so much I had to pause, and then I went straight back because the writing had me by the throat. Also, the queer threads are handled in this messy, human way. She catches herself staring too long at a girl from the staff, and then later the unseen presence starts mimicking that girl’s voice in Lena’s fantasies. It’s fucked up, but in that “ok, I get why she’s wet and terrified at the same time” kind of way. The horror never fully jumps out with fangs, it just keeps suggesting that maybe the thing guiding her is inside her own head, or maybe it’s some horny eldritch archivist grooming her into a new role. I kept waiting for a cheap tentacle cliché that never properly arrived, which somehow made the teasing even more frustrating. Also, her shoes make this stupid little sound on the library floor and it drove me crazy, and I still don’t know why that detail stuck more than some plot points. Anyway, it’s a slow, sticky burn, more about watching a quiet girl pull herself apart choice by choice, page by page, until she’s not sure if she’s praying, masturbating, or both.

Everything looks kind of cheap at first glance, and that’s honestly part of the charm here. You’re this dude who thinks he’s just getting a boring new life, but instead you’re stuck in a tiny place with Ember, your stepsis who talks like she wants to kill you and fuck you at the same time. She’s got that “I’m annoyed at you” face while walking around in shorts that absolutely do not fit the idea of a healthy sibling relationship. The banter hits fast. One minute she’s calling you useless, next minute she’s leaning over you to grab a mug, tits pressing into your shoulder like it’s nothing, and the camera lingers just a bit too long. The AI art makes her expressions kind of uncanny if you stare too hard, like there’s something crawling under her skin, but that actually fits. She looks a little too perfect, like a horny goddess generated by a machine that has seen too much porn and not enough real people. I like it. I hate it. It works.

Then you go to your new job at the model agency, and everything goes from “awkward home porn setup” to “okay, which of these women is going to ruin my soul first.” You’re hired as some systems engineer, but nobody actually cares about your code. Half the time you’re stuck in the office with a busty manager bending over your desk, the other half you’re talking to models with asses so round they look like someone just pulled them out of an image generator with the sliders broken. There’s this one moment early on where you’re checking security footage for clues about the missing model, Mara, and instead of focusing on, you know, the crime, you pause the video because she’s walking past the camera and her tits bounce in this weird but hypnotic way. Like gravity got confused. The scene keeps going, with you pretending to analyze data while the dialogue is basically flirting with doom. It’s very “yeah, I’m trying to solve a mystery, but also I’m extremely hard right now.” By the way, the font on one of the menus is ugly as shit and nobody will care except me, and it annoyed me so much I kept noticing it in every choice popup.

The mystery part sneaks in under the dirty jokes. You’re laughing at Ember calling you a perv, then later you look at a picture of Mara and something is just off in the lighting, like the AI forgot how eyes should reflect light, and suddenly the scene feels cursed. There’s a bit where you’re alone in the office at night, scrolling through model portfolios, and it hits that exact weird mix: half boner, half dread. You open Mara’s profile and it’s all perfectly shaped milf types and big-ass centerfold shots, but then one close-up looks different, wrong, like her smile is stretched by a hand you can’t see. It reminded me of those creepy hentai edits where a normal face suddenly goes full ahegao except here it never fully goes there, it just hovers at the edge. The humor never really stops either; somebody makes a dumb pun while you’re poking around what might be evidence of a crime. It shouldn’t be funny, but it is, and that broken tone actually keeps it interesting. The game basically feels like an eldritch dating sim written by someone who jacks off to big tits and also reads horror threads at 4chan at the same time. Honestly, the sex vibes are more constant than the horror, yet that quiet feeling that something is watching from behind the pretty AI curves never goes away.

Michael is that dude everybody has in the office. Quiet, smart in a boring way, always fixing printers and pretending Excel is his religion, but completely clueless when a girl even looks at him for longer than three seconds. The game throws you straight into his head while he is already stuck in this bland routine: go to work, stare at screens, go home, jerk off, repeat. No trauma, no crazy ex, just… life that slowly numbed his dick and his brain at the same time. Then Penelope shows up again in his life, childhood friend with big energy, big mouth, and yeah, big everything if you like that anime style. She bullies him into that dating app, and from there stuff goes from “haha lonely IT guy” to “why the fuck are there suddenly so many hot women orbiting this dude” real fast.

What I liked is how messy it feels in a good way. One moment you are just answering texts on the app, trying to choose between sounding like a normal adult or a total coomer, next moment the scene cuts and you are staring at an AI generated girl in lingerie, with eyes that look like she knows exactly how long you last and is judging you a bit. The art goes from soft and romantic to “okay that’s porn” with basically no warning. There is this one early scene where Michael is exhausted after work, Penelope calls him on video, flops on her bed, her shirt rides up a bit, and you are there sitting with a choice like “look away” or “keep talking like nothing happens” while the camera just lovingly focuses on her thighs. It is horny in that slow burn way, not instant gangbang explosion, more like edging with dialogue. The mystery they tease in the background is actually kind of funny because it pops up right in between fap moments, like you are in the middle of a really sweet blowjob CG and your brain suddenly goes “wait that thing the app did earlier was weird as hell”. They never fully explain it early on, just small details like wrong profile data, déjà vu in conversations, girls acting like they know you from somewhere, little uncanny stuff that crawls under the romance.

I will say, some of the AI images look hot as fuck from far away, but if you stare too long at the hands or small objects, the illusion starts falling apart. Nipples are blessed though, whoever tuned those prompts deserves a raise. Sometimes the lighting is inconsistent between shots of the same scene and it pulled me out for two seconds, then the dev throws a close up on wet lips and my brain forgets to complain. Dialogue is hit and miss: Penelope feels alive, a bit of a brat, texting like someone who lives on Reddit and TikTok at the same time, while a couple of other girls talk like ChatGPT tried to roleplay “horny anime waifu”. Not awful, just a bit stiff when everything else is trying to be sweaty and awkward and human. There was one route intro where I literally alt tabbed to Telegram mid-scene, came back, and it still felt like the same line looped again, but then it hit me with a CG of the girl bending over in an office skirt and my attention magically healed. That dumb little notification sound from the dating app also started living rent free in my skull, to the point I checked my actual phone twice. I kinda wish Penelope was more jealous and unhinged, like full “yandere but pretending to be wholesome” territory, but I know they will never push her that far and I hate that I know it. Still, when she finally drops her guard and you see her horny side peek out in text, there is this tiny flicker of “oh shit this could go very wrong in a good way”. And then you click next, waiting for either kisses or disaster. Or both.

Imagine being dropped into a prison that looks more like some fucked up all-girl college dorm where the dress code is “tight, short, or nothing at all,” and you’re the only guy walking around with a hard-on that just keeps getting you in more trouble. That’s basically the feeling here. It pretends to be about rules and punishment, but very fast you notice every “discipline” scene is just an excuse to get someone’s tits out and press you against a wall. The guards glare at you, bark orders, then lean in too close. One of them shoved me against a metal door for “search” and the dialogue choice popped up right when her thigh was between my legs and I swear I misclicked because my mouse hand was literally shaking. I picked the flirty line by accident. It worked, I think? She slapped me and then her hand stayed on my chest way too long.

The game feels like reading a horny anime fanfic that somehow learned how to talk back at you. You’re always choosing between being obedient little toy, cocky asshole, or that dumb mix of both that gets you in the dirtiest scenes. There is a whole power thing going on all the time. They lock you in, chain you to a chair, make you answer questions, and it should be scary, but I was just staring at the way her uniform shirt kept opening more each time I played it differently. Some scenes are slow burn: long talks in the cell, stories about why each woman is even in this place, and you’re sitting there thinking “ok deep tragic backstory” and suddenly she pushes your face between her legs like it’s the most normal thing. That mood swing hits harder than my Chrome crashing when too many porn tabs are open. One guard is kind of soft and motherly until she snaps and uses you like a toy, another one acts like she hates your guts but keeps pulling you into empty rooms to “teach you rules” with her tongue in your mouth.

What got me was how much the story pretends you still maybe want to escape, while every choice slowly turns you into the prison’s personal dick. You start negotiating little favors: extra shower time for letting a guard tie your hands behind your back, better food in exchange for licking her boots clean, that kind of dirty bargain that makes you feel wrong and horny at same time. The AI-looking art sometimes shifts a bit weird around the eyes or the hands, but somehow that almost fits the whole “this place isn’t real, it’s like a fever dream where everyone wants to fuck you” vibe. One scene where you’re in the shower room, steam everywhere, multiple women walking around pretending they don’t see you checking them out, felt like my browser lagging in the best way. I clicked a dialogue option too fast and ended up agreeing to “let them inspect me” and suddenly I’m surrounded, towel gone, their fingers everywhere. Didn’t even feel like a choice anymore. The game keeps whispering in your ear that you’re trapped, but truth is, by the time a guard presses your head into her lap and tells you you’re her good little prisoner, you really don’t want those doors to open.

Tifa in a dirty Asgar back alley is honestly one of those ideas that sounds like a shitpost you see on Twitter, then you actually click and suddenly you are sitting there, pants half down, thinking about ethics. The game throws you into this narrow, trashy street corner where Tifa’s “chance encounter” is not really chance at all, it feels more like the city itself is horny and bored and wants to see what happens if you poke her morality with a stick. You move around with simple point & click stuff, nothing fancy, but the way it uses that simplicity is what stuck with me. Clicking a trash can to see if there is something useful in there, then realizing the thing you find is not an item, but a decision that will push her closer to being a public slut or staying that slightly sad “good girl who knows better” is weirdly heavy. At one moment I was carefully choosing polite dialogue, trying to keep her dignity, and five minutes later I was letting her bend over near a flickering neon sign while some random nobody jerked off watching her and the game treated it like a natural escalation, not a sudden “corruption level 100” jump. It creeps up on you. You think you still control the line, and then a new option appears like “maybe flash your tits, nobody will notice,” and of course the whole alley notices.

What really messes with your head is how it uses those AI CG images. Most AI porn games feel like a Frankenstein of mismatched faces and extra fingers, but here the Tifa knockoff is close enough to tick the nostalgia brain, and different enough you start reading her like an alternate universe version. Her boobs are weaponized, obviously, but not only in the “big tits for clickbait” way. You get a scene where she is cornered near a broken streetlight, and two dudes are arguing over who gets to “check if she is really as soft as she looks,” and the camera shifts between her embarrassed face and that tight top about to give up on physics. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are participating in a stupid social experiment about how many times you will click “let them touch a bit more” before you feel like trash. Then the game throws Aerith into the mix and suddenly there is this weird soft romance flavor sliding under all the sleaze. One path has you focusing on Tifa’s spiral into exhibitionism, letting her discover she actually likes being watched, like properly likes it, moaning louder on purpose because she knows there might be someone behind the window. Another bit switches you over to a male POV, looking at her and Aerith almost like collectibles, and I hated how efficient that perspective is. It makes you treat them as reward screens, then suddenly there is a little tender gesture between them, a kiss that is not just porn logic, and your brain has to adjust: oh, shit, maybe they feel something too. The romance is clumsy but honest, like two thirsty people in a city that only respects power and skin. I wish the UI wasn’t so stiff and some of the dialogue didn’t sound like Google Translate drunk on cheap wine, but in a funny way it fits the whole “morals falling apart in a forgotten alley” vibe. It feels broken in the same way the characters are broken. And yeah, that text choice that moves half a pixel when you hover? I’m still irrationally angry about that.

You’re the poor bastard who climbed the ladder just high enough that nobody shoots you, but everybody dumps their shit on your desk. Whole galaxy is rotting, planets choking on smog, priests screaming about purity, and you’re in a cramped office where the lights buzz like insects while you decide if some mining colony gets air filters or “thoughts and prayers.” And right in the middle of that, you keep tripping over women who want to fuck you, argue with you, manipulate you, or all three at once. Not because you’re some chosen hero, but because your signature can save their lives or destroy their whole world, and in this empire, pussy is just another kind of paperwork.

You start as this awkward virgin clerk who suddenly has real power, and the game never lets you forget how weird that is. One moment you’re reading a report about famine on a frozen shithole planet, next moment a bored noble MILF is sitting too close on your couch, pretending she’s worried about “trade quotas” while her hand creeps up your thigh. She’s old enough to have kids in the guard, tits poured into some ridiculous formal dress, and she’s treating your office like it’s a private bedroom. You can push her away and grill her about corruption, or you grab her hair and she drops on her knees between your legs and starts sucking like this is the only way she remembers how to negotiate. The game is blunt about it: she wants a better result on your decision, and she’s ready to slobber on your cock for it, lipstick smeared, eyes watering, trying to moan around your dick while you skim her file. And it’s fucked up, because while she’s gagging on you, you’re also actually reading the numbers and thinking, “yeah, this planet is screwed.”

That’s kind of how the whole thing feels: serious and horny at the same time, like someone mashed a grim sci fi bureaucracy sim with a porn VN and just didn’t apologize. There’s this cute junior scribe who brings you data slates and looks like she’s gonna burst from stress, and if you’re gentle, she slowly cracks, starts opening up about how terrified she is of getting reassigned to some nightmare warzone. First time you manage to calm her down, she leaves… but if you keep backing her, she eventually turns up in your room, shutting the door, cheeks red, hands shaking as she offers herself like she’s filing a desperate last-minute request. She’s still technically the one begging, but you KNOW the power is in your hands when she climbs into your lap and whispers that she’s never done this before, then winces as you push inside her, tight and wet and clinging to your shirt so hard the fabric creaks. And right after you finish, there’s this short, shitty silence, like “ok, cool, now you both work in the same office tomorrow.” No magic romance fade-out, just sticky thighs and a stack of forms on the desk you still have to sign.

What caught me was how your traits twist those scenes. Pick paranoid and you’re double-checking everyone, even when some guardwoman with arms thicker than your waist is riding your dick in a barracks bunk, using you like a toy because she’s lonely and half drunk, and your brain is still going “is she trying to get a transfer out of that meat grinder of a front line?” Go empath and it actually stings when a woman offers her body like it’s the last thing she has left to bargain with. You can still grab her by the hips and fuck her raw over your office table, her moans mixing with the quiet hum of cogitators, but it hits different when you realize her whole world literally hangs on the word you’re going to stamp on that form after you pull out and she’s dripping on your paperwork. The art has that rough AI feel sometimes, but every now and then a scene lands just right: a milf with tired eyes but a hungry mouth, a scared virgin biting her lip while you push in slowly, a smirking manipulator who’s clearly enjoying the game more than you are. It’s messy, it’s not “nice,” and it leans into the idea that in this empire, romance, lust, fear, and red tape are all the same fucking language. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Grief, horny thoughts and shitty autocorrect, that’s the basic vibe here. You sit in the skin of this older dad who suddenly has way too much free time because his only kid, Lidia, just flew off to some fancy university abroad. No more daily breakfast talks, no more nagging about homework, just a quiet house and a buzzing phone. The whole thing runs on text chats and little phone events, so you’re basically stalking your own daughter’s new life through WhatsApp-style messages and those fake notification popups that make you check your real phone like an idiot. At first it’s all cute and innocent: “Dad, I got lost on campus lol,” “Look at my dorm room,” typical teen stuff. You play the supportive, slightly awkward father, send her dumb stickers, give her clumsy advice about laundry and meeting new people. And then the conversations start drifting. Slowly. Painfully slow, in that “wait, did she just tease me or am I sick” kind of way.

There’s this moment pretty early where she accidentally sends you a selfie that is way too thirsty to be “for dad.” You can pretend you didn’t notice, or you can poke at it. The game totally lets you be that responsible parent who shuts it down, but of course the fun path is when you don’t. You joke back, she jokes harder, and suddenly the banter gets flirty in a way that would get your ass banned from most Discord servers. It’s kind of messed up, because the more lonely she feels at uni, the more clingy and playful she gets on the phone. She tells you about cute guys in her class, about some older professor that gives her looks, about drunk parties and how she “accidentally” forgot her bra. Then she sends voice notes about how no one understands her like you. Then she sends a pic where her top just “slipped.” You give “support,” she gives nudes. Fair trade, right? The game leans hard into that slow corruption thing: at first it’s fatherly pep talks, a bit of romance roleplay as a joke, then late-night sexting where she’s literally typing with one hand and telling you exactly when she’s about to cum. There’s a route where she starts asking you how to “handle” older men, and the way she phrases it makes it pretty clear she’s imagining you, not them. When she finally sends the first straight-up explicit shot, with cum dripping down her thigh, she frames it like she wants “advice” if she did it right. Like she’s submitting homework to daddy. You get that hit of “oh fuck this is wrong” and then you tap the next choice anyway. The dad’s side is not just horny either. You get these little details, like him scrolling through old photos of his dead wife while Lidia is live-texting him about how needy she feels. Sometimes he literally flips between an old family pic and a fresh shot of her tits, and your dialogue choice decides if he focuses on guilt or lust. The humor is dirty and kinda mean too, with her calling you a dilf in one branch and then playing it off as “haha just TikTok slang.” The teasing is constant: read receipts, typing indicators that stop and vanish, half-finished messages like “Sometimes I wish you were here to…” and then she deletes it and sends some safer line. The game knows exactly how to bait you. There are scenes where she’s in her dorm bed after a shitty day, crying in voice, and you can either comfort her like a normal parent, or gently nudge it into romantic territory, and both feel wrong in different ways. When she finally asks you to stay on the phone while she touches herself, whispering “pretend you’re here with me,” it hits that nasty sweet spot between romance and total taboo. Text based, yeah, but some of those one-line messages feel filthier than a whole CGI porn movie. And the worst part? The game lets you be genuinely caring, even protective, right in the middle of making her describe where your imaginary cum lands on her face. You’re basically roleplaying emotional support and perverted fantasy in the same breath, and the writing is just good enough that you kinda forget how fucked that actually is.

Didn’t think I’d get caught in feelings from a porn game, but here we are. The thing opens with this guy walking through a campus that looks too clean for any real college, like someone polished every trash bin with baby oil. You’re supposed to be this older dude coming back to study, but it’s pretty clear no one’s thinking about books. The twins show up before you even finish the damn orientation - one’s shy, the other can’t stop teasing him about being “experienced.” I swear the dev knew exactly what they were doing with those first few camera angles. It’s not subtle. But weirdly, there’s a heartbeat underneath all that pixel boob physics. He looks tired when they laugh at him, and that caught me off guard. Then again, the dialogue AI sometimes mixes tenses like a bad translator, and suddenly the mood dies. You ever try to stay turned on while someone says “I can’t wait for you are touching me”? Yeah.

The mom’s route hits different. Everyone calls her the “MILF professor,” but she’s more like the only real human in this digital soap opera. She talks like someone who’s seen rent overdue a few too many times, which makes her scenes feel heavier. I got this one moment - she’s grading papers, and he just stands there watching her fingers move - and it’s not even explicit yet, but it’s hotter than half the sex scenes. Then of course the animation glitches, her face freezes mid-bite, and boom, horror movie smile. Still didn’t close the tab. There’s something messy in the way the story keeps pretending it’s about education while the choices drag you deeper into this weird emotional swamp of lust and “what if I still mattered.” That’s probably the point, or maybe I’m reading too much into porn again.

What really killed me though, there’s no consistency with the twins’ personalities after chapter three. They flip-flop between playful angels and walking kinks depending on whatever random seed the AI spat out that day. But sometimes, between the clunky lines and those badly looped moans, it almost feels honest. Like everyone’s just acting out their second chances in code and skin shaders that barely load. I hate that it worked on me.