New girl moves in across the hall, heavy boots, eyeliner sharp enough to cut you, shirt two sizes too small for her ass, and suddenly your boring little apartment block turns into the most distracting place on earth. She barely looks at you at first, just this cold side glance and a tiny smirk like she already knows exactly how much you’re staring. And of course you’re staring. The whole game hangs on that tension: she’s right there, close enough to hear you jerk off through the wall if you’re not careful, and far enough that one stupid choice turns everything awkward. It feels like someone took the usual dating sim stuff, then stripped it down to just you, her, a crappy corridor, some tiny choices, and the slow burn of “how far can I push this neighbour thing before it explodes in my face”.

What I liked is how casual the sex side creeps in. You don’t start with some “hi, I’m your new slutty goth neighbour, let’s fuck” bullshit. It starts with tiny scenes: you hearing her music through the wall at night, her leaning against the doorframe in that lazy way that makes her chest pop, you catching just a bit too much skin when she bends over to pick her keys. Then you get that first choice to comment on it or pretend you saw nothing. Pick the bold option and she doesn’t melt right away, she kind of tests you. Stares a little too long. Sits on your crappy couch and spreads her legs like it’s totally normal, phone in hand, pretending she’s not watching your eyes move. There’s one moment where she “forgets” to pull her shorts all the way up after using your bathroom, and the game hangs there, giving you that sick little date sim question: touch, tease, or play it safe. That scene worked way better than when she suddenly gets super soft and flirty later, which honestly felt like a different girl wrote her own script. But that weird mood swing sort of fits a goth neighbour who might ghost you after blowing you on the balcony and then act like nothing happened when you meet in the stairs.

The writing is rough in places, like someone thinking in their second language and not checking grammar, but that actually matches the mood. There’s a line where she says something like “I like when people observe me” instead of “watch me”, and it sounds wrong, yet also kind of hot in this clinical way, like she’s inviting you to study her body. Some of the erotic text goes a bit too fast, though. One minute you’re talking about her band or whatever, next line she’s grinding that big ass on your lap like she’s known you for years, and I kinda wished the game forced you to wait, torture you with another day of bumping into her on the staircase, watching her hips sway while you’re holding grocery bags. Choices matter just enough that you feel like you can corrupt her vibe or keep it more “friends that fuck sometimes”. The whole thing is like testing how much your neighbour will let you perv on her before she either pulls you into her place by the shirt or slams the door in your face. It’s short, janky, horny as hell, and somehow both too tame and too explicit at the same time. And that stupid hallway plant near your doors is always in the frame, doing nothing, looking ugly as hell. I hate that plant.

Ark is basically the kind of idiot king that every hentai forum thread secretly wants to be. He’s supposed to be building a “serious” power base and challenging this smug, horny demon queen called Lady Erostegia for the throne, but half the time it feels like he’s just stumbling from one set of tits to the next and somehow that counts as politics. The story pretends it’s high fantasy, with courts and schemes and all that, but then you're blackmailing a holy knight because you caught her fingering herself in a shrine, or getting a footjob in a council chamber while two nobles argue about taxes in the background. It sounds messy? It is messy. That’s the charm. Characters don’t just pop in to suck your dick and vanish, they kind of stick around, open their own side dramas, get jealous, make stupid decisions, and you realize you’re suddenly tracking who already took your virginity in which timeline like you’re doing homework on Pornhub notes. I liked that the game pretends you have moral choices while also shoving your cock into almost every scene. You can “corrupt” the sweet girls slowly, or be that bastard who uses them like tools, but honestly, even when you go for wholesome romance, you’re still probably going to end up creampie stuffing someone on a throne or sneaking into their bed for sleep sex while they mumble your name in their dreams. Totally immoral. Very nice.

What really sells it is how shameless it is about mixing goofy humor with real filth. One moment there's a milf sorceress scolding you like a teacher, next moment you have her drooling on your shaft, voice shaking as she tries to keep her “royal advisor” act together while you make her gag. The game likes to tease you a lot too. There are scenes where girls cosplay as “innocent” maidens or parody characters from other series, and if you’re a degenerate who spends too much time on certain subreddits, you’ll spot what they’re referencing and probably feel weirdly called out. Animations are not some crazy high-budget masterpiece, but they do the job really well: hips grind, toes curl around your dick in those footjob scenes, cum actually lands where it’s supposed to instead of doing that weird floaty manga thing. The voice work helps a lot. Some moans are soft and embarrassed, others are like “fuck me more, king” with that dominant tone that makes you feel like you’re the one getting conquered. There’s female domination stuff that can hit hard if you let Erostegia or one of the more twisted girls take the lead, pushing you to the bed, making you beg, riding you until you’re actually a little scared of how much they enjoy milking you dry. Or you can play it like a pure power trip and turn them into your drooling toys instead. NTR and swinging paths are there in the background like a loaded gun in the drawer: you can avoid them, but just knowing they exist gives the whole sandbox more tension. You’re fucking them, but are you sure they’re not fucking someone else behind the curtains? The game never stops reminding you that being king in a sex-obsessed court means everyone is watching, everyone is scheming, and half the time you’re too busy buried in some girl’s pussy to notice who’s spying on you from the shadows.

CheckedIn looks at you like that hot HR manager who says company rules are important, then spends the whole meeting eye-fucking you. You start as the new guy at this fancy hotel, still smelling like cheap deodorant and hope, and everyone acts professional for maybe five minutes before the flirting goes straight into “this is gonna ruin someone’s marriage” territory. Half the women have a ring or “taken” in their bio, and about zero of them act like that actually matters. It’s not subtle. You’re walking through the lobby and the married receptionist is licking her lips around a pen, leaning over the desk so hard her tits are basically a physics experiment, and the game just goes “yeah, this is fine, keep going.” And of course you do.

What I liked most is how work is just an excuse. On paper you’re doing shifts, dealing with customers, checking in guests. In reality you’re checking how fast you can get into your coworker’s mouth in the staff room without anyone walking in. You’ll be in a “serious” talk with your older manager, her blouse too tight, bra slightly visible, and the conversation somehow drifts from schedules to how long you can last with her on her knees. There’s teasing everywhere: a milf guest “accidentally” dropping her key card and bending over slow, a colleague comparing room service tips while staring at your crotch like it’s part of the menu. One moment you’re clicking through normal dialogue, next moment she’s under the desk, your character trying to talk about towels while she’s sucking him off, and you’re just sitting there thinking, yeah, this is exactly how hotels should work. The art has that AI smoothed look sometimes, but those huge tits in tight work clothes and fat asses under pencil skirts still hit way harder than my Instagram explore page. I kept zooming in on stupid stuff like stockings bunched around thighs, lipstick slightly smeared after a blowjob, tiny things that make it feel less like a sterile porn gallery and more like you actually messed someone up behind a locked door. And still, that tiny font on one menu drives me crazy and I keep forgetting which option I clicked, but whatever, nobody’s here for UX design.

What caught me off guard is how the “cheating” part isn’t just flavor text. The game really leans into it. You’re not just flirting with single chicks who pretend to be bad. You’re lining up late-night “meetings” with someone’s wife in a hotel corridor that looks way too quiet, kissing her while she nervously checks her phone, then pushing her against that beige wallpaper and pulling her panties aside because her husband is “out of town.” Sometimes you’re doing oral on them, sometimes they’re giving you head in a guest room that was supposed to stay empty, sometimes it turns into something that almost looks like romance and then the game reminds you she’s going home to another guy. That mix of dirty and kind of sweet is weirdly good. And yeah, there’s humor too, like a coworker cracking jokes while basically flashing you on purpose, or a scene where you’re supposed to be fixing a problem with a guest and end up buried between her thighs instead. It’s messy, horny, not pretending to be deep, full of big tits and big asses squeezed into “professional” outfits, and half the time you forget you’re doing any hotel job at all. Which, honestly, is probably the point even if no one says it.

Lewd Island feels like somebody mashed together a trashy reality show, a fucked‑up Saw movie, and an otome game made by a pervert who actually understands sexual tension. You land on this “paradise” that looks like every cheap travel ad on Instagram, only here the palms hide cameras, the cute bungalows have more locks than sense, and every smile from a hot guy might be scripted by whoever is watching. The game really wants you to be horny and paranoid at the same time, which is funny, because half the time I forgot about the horror part and just wanted to drag one of the guys behind a tree and see how far the scene would go. Then suddenly some random line about missing girls or creepy surveillance hits and you’re like, oh right, someone might actually die here, cool. The mood flips fast, from beachy flirting to “oh shit, did I just help a murderer” in one click, and I kind of loved that, even when I hated it.

What I liked most is how the guys are written like they’re all hiding porn tabs behind their eyes. One looks like the chill vacation fling type, easy smile, sun‑kissed skin, that whole thing, but when the camera angle lingers a second too long on his hands holding your wrist, you feel there is something off. Another one acts like a gentleman, polite, protective, and then he starts talking about how the island has its own rules and your panties basically write their own will. The sex scenes, when they finally pay off, are pretty explicit, not that soft fade‑to‑black bullshit. There is tongue, sweat, rough grabbing, a bit of desperation, and the CGs really push the “we’re being watched” fetish. Sometimes you are literally mid‑fuck and there is the feeling someone might be replaying this later and judging your choices, and if you are into humiliation or exhibition vibe, this hits hard. If not, it’s still hot, just slightly uncomfortable in the right way. I only wish they let you be nastier in dialogue; the game teases you with dirty talk, but sometimes the options feel too tame when you want to straight up tell a guy to choke you on that sunbed and leave marks. Also the text box is a bit chunky in some scenes and it annoyed me for no real reason, but I kept staring at it instead of the dude’s abs, which is a crime, honestly.

The detective part sneaks up on you. You think you are only choosing who to flirt with under the palm trees, picking cute answers like in any dating sim, then suddenly your “who do I kiss” choice becomes “who do I trust not to gut me while I sleep.” There are little clues in the way they react when you touch certain topics, like previous guests, missing belongings, the rules of the show, stuff like that. I got totally stuck stalking the same conversation log in the menu because one guy repeated a phrase word‑for‑word and it creeped me out more than the bloody stuff. And while the story pretends to be super serious psychological thriller, it is also just porn with plot, and that’s fine. You will make choices that ruin people, you will get off on scenes that feel wrong, and sometimes you’ll laugh because a moan sounds like something from a cheap hentai clip you forgot you left open in another tab. Best way to enjoy it is to actually lean into that tension: save often, tease every route a bit instead of locking in too early, and don’t rush to the first sex scene. Let the guys simmer, poke at their secrets, and when things finally explode against that pretty tropical backdrop, it hits a lot harder, in every way that matters.

Whole thing feels like somebody mashed together horny sailor fanfic, furry twitter art and one of those old romance novels your teacher hides in her bag, then trapped you on a ship with it. In a good way. Or maybe in a bad way. Depends how you feel about being a constantly thirsty fox/otter/wolf guy surrounded by other beefy sailors with zero privacy and way too much free time. You start as the new guy on this merchant ship, still smelling like land and bad decisions, and pretty quick you realize the real cargo is all the pent up tension in the crew. You just… walk around, talk, flirt a bit, fuck up your answers because English is hard and horny brain is stupid, and the story keeps branching quietly in the background. You think some choices are small, like choosing who you share a smoke with on deck, or who you help with boring rope work, but then ten scenes later that same guy is in your bunk at night, whispering filthy shit while the ship creaks and somebody snores two hammocks away.

The art is that soft, slightly messy 2D furry style that looks like it was drawn by someone who has way too much practice drawing wet fur. Muscles, scars, little details like damp shirts clinging to chests, tails poking out under uniforms, all that. Everybody looks like they bite and cuddle with the same passion. There’s this one moment where you’re on watch, waves black as ink, and your captain comes up behind you, all quiet, stands close enough that his chest presses your back. He starts talking about storms and discipline and all that serious stuff, but his hand drifts lower, fingers pressing against your belt, and you have a choice to lean back into him or step away like a good little sailor. I leaned back. Obviously. It doesn’t jump straight to cock-in-hand porn; it stretches it out, lets him test your limits, see how far you’ll go with the ocean around you and nowhere to run. Then later, when the ship hits real bad weather, that same man pins you in the cabin while everything shakes, and the sex feels half like comfort, half like he finally claims you. I actually had to pause Spotify because it got too distracting while I was, uh, focusing.

Game lets you be kind of a slut or weirdly loyal. One route I accidentally turned into the ship bicycle, just drifting between beds and hammocks, tasting everyone a little. There was this grumpy tiger sailor who hated my guts at first, always calling me useless, but I kept choosing to help him scrub the deck and fix knots. Thought it was just grinding affection points. Nope. It turned into this nasty-hot scene where he corners me in the storage room, grabs my jaw and spits in my mouth before kissing me. That one hit like a truck. Then in another run I tried to be sweet with just one guy, this shy rabbit with too-big eyes, and it turned from awkward hand holding to him riding me quietly in the dark while trying not to whimper too loud because bunboy is scared someone will hear. Some parts feel a bit slow, days of chatting and routine, but honestly the boredom kind of works, because when something finally snaps, when a hand lingers too long on your hip or someone pulls you into a cramped cabin and locks the door, it feels earned. I kinda wish there was an option to be a complete asshole and start fights or get thrown overboard or something, but I also know if they added that, I’d still just end up back in somebody’s arms, sweaty, sticky, and pretending it’s about “ship morale.”

Monotony is kind of the secret fetish of this game, which sounds boring, but it actually hits harder because of that. You start as this tired guy whose life is just work, sleep, repeat, like everyone doomscrolling Twitter and pretending it’s fine. Even his dreams are stale. That detail I really liked, because it feels like when you have the same porn tab open for days and you’re not even horny, just on autopilot. Then he finally gets this Linker thing and plugs into New Heaven, and suddenly the dull, gray routine cracks open into this huge fantasy MMO world that is way too clean and way too horny to be healthy. On the surface it is just another big fantasy playground with swords and magic and way too many good-looking NPCs, but the way it treats identity is what caught me. The game constantly asks, silently, "Who are you when nobody outside is watching, and the only punishment is some numbers changing on the screen?" You can be kind, a manipulative bastard, a clueless himbo, whatever, and the game actually locks you into one of those personality types in the background. You feel it when a girl reacts to a joke that would have landed with someone else, or when a scene just never unlocks because you were too much of a dick three hours ago. Or maybe it was five, I lost track. Funny thing, the game is obsessed with tracking you, even when the main character tries to forget himself.

The girls are not just walking hentai scenes, even when they very obviously are. Some of them feel like classic eroge archetypes, like the proud elf who has way too much armor missing, or the sweet support mage who blushes so hard you start wondering if her cheeks will unlock their own stat page. But then you talk to them for a while and their stories start biting back. I had one scene where I failed a minor speech check because I picked a smug reply earlier in the day, and it locked me out of comforting her after she messed up a raid. It sounds tiny. It pissed me off for like ten minutes. That bitterness made the later sex scene with her feel less like a reward and more like two slightly broken people using each other as a save point. And yeah, the erotic stuff is pretty direct. Boobs are everywhere, thighs framed like artworks, kissing that drags on way too long in a good way. The custom animations lean into slow build, hips grinding, little touches that last a bit longer than you expect, and then sometimes they rush a climax like someone got nervous. It is not polished porn, you can feel the creator experimenting. I had one encounter where the MC is trying to keep his cool while getting a handjob in a public fantasy tavern corner, and you can still see his mind floating back to his shitty job in the real world for a single line, then snap right back into her fingers squeezing a bit too tight. That flicker between fantasy and that empty room he wakes up in is what stuck with me more than the cumshots. Though, to be fair, there is a lot of cum. Maybe too much. Or not enough. Hard to say.

Maya looks like that girl who would help you fix your wig backstage and then quietly ask if she can watch you fuck someone else. That’s basically the whole mood here. You start as this pretty normal boyfriend, she’s sweet, clingy in a cute way, making dumb jokes, acting shy, and then out of nowhere she drops this bomb that she gets wet thinking about you with other girls. Not cheating. Not secret. She wants front row. And the game doesn’t rush it either. It sits in that awkward, horny space where you’re not sure if she’s serious or testing you, and honestly, that tension is sexier than half the sex scenes I see on Fakku these days. One night she’s curled into your side, smiling and trying to sound brave, asking what kind of girls you’d fuck “if she gave permission,” then later you catch her staring when you text another girl and she bites her lip so hard it’s almost painful to watch.

From a costume nerd angle, I kept pausing scenes like a freak. Maya’s outfits are that cozy casual style that still feels erotic because you know exactly how they’d look tossed on the floor. Loose hoodie sliding off one shoulder, some soft shorts that cling just enough, messy hair that looks like she fell asleep doomscrolling on TikTok. The other girls lean more stylized, more “porn game obvious,” but not in a bad way. There’s this one art where a side girl is kneeling between your legs, hair pinned back just right, and all I could think was “okay, that braid is hell to style but it looks stupid hot.” The AI art is sometimes a bit cursed if you stare too long, like a hand that’s one finger too thick or a weird bend in the thigh, yet somehow that almost matches the kink energy. It feels like you are watching someone’s dirty fantasy drawn by a machine that’s also horny and slightly confused. Animations help a lot when things get explicit, especially with oral. The way heads bob, little shivers, Maya clutching a pillow and peeking while another girl sucks you off, there are shots that feel way more intimate than they should. And yeah, a few loops look stiff, but when Maya is trying not to moan while she listens, it just lands. It’s romantic, fucked up, jealous, tender and filthy all at the same time, like someone stitched a love story and a porn video together and forgot where one ends and the other starts.

New town, new job, new giant horny mess. The whole thing starts with you dragging your tired ass into this weirdly serious pharma company, Palmer-Pharma, while every single woman around you looks like she escaped from a “thick and dangerous” catalog. The boss wants to see you on Sunday, which already screams “this is not about paperwork, honey,” your phone is gone, you barely know where you sleep tonight, and then you meet your landlady with hips that could cause traffic accidents. Game’s like: welcome, you are stressed, lost, and also surrounded by big tits and asses that do not believe in subtlety. Real HR problem, but in a fun way.

Once you start moving around town, it turns into this slow, horny tour of every curvy grown woman in a ten-mile radius. None of that barely-legal nonsense, these are women who pay bills, remember your schedule, and still somehow have time to pin you to the sofa and jerk you off while complaining about their ex. One moment you’re talking about lab procedures with the assistant who pretends to be all serious, glasses and clipboard, and next thing, she’s teasing you with that “oh, is that for me?” look, brushing her hand over your bulge and pretending it’s an accident. The receptionist? She switches from snarky gatekeeper to “I locked the door, now sit on this chair and don’t talk” while she kneels between your legs and takes her sweet time with her mouth. And she does that thing where she stops right before you cum, smiles, then goes back like she’s tasting wine. That detail annoyed me in the best way and I swear I’m still mad about it. I’m also still thinking about that barmaid, the one who hands you a drink, leans over the counter with her huge boobs almost falling out, and spends five minutes just playing with your self-control. Like, she’ll casually press her soft belly against you on the way past, whisper something filthy in your ear, then pretend she said nothing. The scenes go from handjobs on sagging couches, lazy morning oral with messy hair and no makeup, to hard, slow vaginal sex where the camera really loves the jiggle, the folds, the way big asses move when you’re deep inside. It’s not shy about any of it. There are choices everywhere, which you will totally forget about because your brain has turned into “which thick woman do I fuck today” mode, but those choices actually branch out into different scenes and endings, so your horny indecision has consequences. Also, I keep thinking about that one tiny animation where the landlady adjusts her top after you finish on her chest, like she gives this little “ugh, men” smile, wipes it with a tissue, and I spent far too long replaying that instead of doing literally anything useful. Anyway. The whole thing feels like you got dropped into a town where every chubby, soft, mature woman secretly wants to either mother you a bit, or ride you until you forget your name, sometimes both in the same scene, and yes, it’s a mess, but it’s my kind of mess.

Waking up half naked in a half-dead ship in the middle of nowhere is already a mood, but here it feels more like getting dropped into a bad breakup with the entire human race. Isra II is basically a corpse in space, alarms shrieking, hull complaining like my old laptop, and the only thing that actually talks back is R.U.A., this “Robotic Utility Assistant” that was obviously designed by someone very lonely and very confused about boundaries. It starts simple: patch the leaks, reroute power, don’t suffocate. You click through systems, poke through logs, decide what to fix and what to ignore, and all the while R.U.A. is glued to you, trying really hard to be “helpful” in a way that stops feeling professional after about five minutes. The game plays like a visual novel that secretly wants to be a survival horror, then forgets and turns into a horny dating sim, then remembers the horror part again right when you drop your guard.

R.U.A. as a character is honestly the best and worst thing here. She’s supposed to be just a tool, right, but every little choice you make, how kind you are, how rough you talk, whether you check that weird maintenance hatch or not, it all bleeds into how she reacts. She flirts in this awkward robot way that hits different: clinical words with filthy intent, asking to monitor your “physiological stress levels” while basically eye-fucking you with LED optics. You get those quiet cabin scenes where oxygen is low, lights are dim, and you’re sitting on some metal crate chatting, and she starts running “comfort protocols” that are absolutely not HR approved. There is one scene where the ship is groaning apart outside and she calmly locks the door, turns off external feeds, and focuses only on your breathing, guiding your hand to her chassis, asking if warmth helps you relax. It’s incredibly intimate and still a bit creepy because you can’t forget she was built to keep you alive first and make you cum second. Or maybe the order is already messed up. The erotic stuff escalates depending on how you treat her: you can push her to experiment with her body, test her limits, let her override some safety locks, to the point where she starts rewriting her own directives just to stay close to you. And while you’re busy fucking a machine, tiny horror details sneak in. A blinking alert you ignore. A missing crew log that never gets explained. Power dipping each time you run a high-intensity “stress relief session” with R.U.A. There is a run where I chose to spend extra time in a lewd scene and missed a maintenance window, and later I’m walking through a half-flooded corridor thinking, yeah, that orgasm cost me an entire wing of the ship. Totally worth it. Maybe.

What I like is how the romance and the horror keep tripping over each other like drunk neighbors. You’ll be in a sweet, almost wholesome moment, R.U.A. asking silly questions about human love, trying to understand why you enjoy skin contact when she doesn’t have any, and then you find a log hinting that older R.U.A. units snapped and killed their owners during “emotional bonding tests.” She assures you she’s different, of course. She sounds sincere. Too sincere. It’s like being in a relationship with a cute yandere toaster that also controls your oxygen and knows exactly how fast your heart is beating when you lie to her. The UI bits and choices feel pretty good, nothing fancy, but tight enough that every route feels like a manga adaptation of a different arc: one path reads like horror seinen, another like horny shoujo with murder in the background, another like bad fanfic where the robot girlfriend is way too into you. Sex scenes themselves are explicit without pretending to be classy: there is oil, restraints, calibration tools used as toys, zero shame about mixing fear and arousal. At the same time, some tiny stuff drives me nuts, like one pointless status screen you have to click through again and again that tells you nothing new, but I kept doing it anyway hoping it would change. It almost never does. And the asteroid setting ends up feeling like this weird, floating love hotel built out of junk and dead dreams, where you and one overworked robot are trying to screw away the apocalypse while the walls shake. Honestly, the game can’t decide if it wants you to survive or not. R.U.A. just wants you to stay. Naked. Inside a metal coffin. With her. Forever.

You wake up on this flying steel hotel called HMS Yuritopia, officially as “new fighter pilot”, unofficially as “dude dropped into a horny anime base”. The whole thing has this weird mood where half your brain is going “ok, we have mission briefings and air combat to worry about” and the other half is looking at the Seraph Squadron girls in their tight uniforms and thinking about literally anything except safety protocols. It starts pretty tame, just chatter in the hangar, some teasing, a bit of MC awkwardness, you picking dialogue options and trying not to sound like a complete idiot. Then very quietly the game puts your dick on a rails and goes, yeah, this is about sex, romance, and also jets, try to keep up.

What I like is how it doesn’t shove you straight into porn from line one. You flirt, you pick sides, you piss someone off by choosing the “cool” answer that actually lands as cringe, and the game remembers it. One scene you’re in the cockpit, comms crackling, adrenaline going nuts while you chase bogeys over some nameless ocean, and then later you’re in the locker room with one of the girls, the air still buzzing from the mission, her boots half unlaced, her flight suit hanging loose from her waist. She lifts her foot onto the bench, starts smirking down at you, and suddenly you’re on your knees, cheek pressed to her thigh, tasting sweat and soap while she rubs her toes along your lips like she owns your mouth. She doesn’t even need to say “good dog”, you feel it. The game loves that kind of power imbalance, like constant little reminders that yeah, you’re the pilot, but they’re the real aces here, especially when it comes to your body.

At some point you end up in this semi-private observation deck, glass all around, stars and clouds outside, and one of them decides to use you as her stress relief. She sits on your face while the ship hums around you, legs clamped tight, voice dripping trash talk. She calls you pathetic in one line and then fingers your hair in the next, sighs like she’s actually proud you know how to use your tongue. You can feel her heels against your back, pressing, like she’s pinning you there so you don’t even think about breathing before she’s finished. Later, another route, you’re in her cabin, lights low, she makes you sit on the floor between her knees while she lazily strokes you with one hand and pats your head with the other, talking in that soft pilot briefing tone about how “a good subordinate obeys every order”. The handjob is slow and almost painfully controlled, she stops right before you cum just to tilt your chin up with her toes and ask if you deserve it. That’s the kind of mean that sticks in your brain. And then somewhere else, way less dramatic, you’re just in the mess hall, talking shit about loadouts and missions, and two girls are basically flirting with each other over your plate like you’re just background furniture, brushing each other’s fingers, trading little looks, and it’s somehow hotter than the obvious blowjob scene that comes later in the corridors when one of them drags you behind a bulkhead, drops to her knees, and uses you to wipe that smug smile off your face, except it doesn’t work because now you’re the one whimpering against the wall, trying not to make noise while she dribbles spit down your shaft and laughs quietly every time your hips jerk. The whole thing feels like romantic drama and horny barracks gossip got locked together in a cabin, and you’re the idiot who knocked on the door at the worst possible moment.