Cassie Cage in this one feels like someone shuffled her Mortal Kombat tarot card and all the meanings spilled out on the bed instead of the table. On one side she’s still that loudmouth champion with the smirk that says she already won. On the other side she’s basically begging the universe for someone to stop taking her bullshit and actually pin her down. The whole thing plays like a reading where every card is The Chariot and The Devil at the same time: control, loss of control, lust, ego. You’re not just clicking through porn text, it feels more like you’re wrestling her ego first, her body second. Every choice is a little psychic test: are you stroking her pride, or grinding it into the mat?

The structure is simple enough, it’s interactive fiction dressed up in wrestling kink and combat foreplay, but the mood is what makes it horny in that dirty “I shouldn’t be enjoying this power play so much” way. She talks shit constantly, and the voice acting sells it, like she’s half about to punch you and half about to ride you until her legs shake. Dirty talk hits like a series of quick jabs: short, sharp, mean, and then suddenly soft when you push the right line and she flips from “fuck you” to “fuck me” in the space of one button. There’s unlockable costumes that feel like reversed tarot clarifiers: you think “ok, I know this Cassie” and then you switch outfit and the vibe of the whole scene shifts. Tactical gear Cassie? Feels like a dominance test, like she wants you to prove you can handle a soldier. Something tighter, more playful? Then her bratty side comes out stronger, and the teasing drags on longer before she lets you really dominate or submit. Found myself going back just to see how a single outfit changes the way her lines hit, which is stupid and also fun.

The lustful combat framing is cute and also kind of genius. Instead of health bars you’re reading her body language and the layered voice lines, deciding if you push her harder, back off, or straight up let her take your ass to school. Some routes end with her fully in control, sitting on your face like a victory pose, and others flip it where this “Earthrealm’s fiercest fighter” ends up whimpering under you, pinned and pleasured until she’s not even pretending to resist anymore. Choices actually matter here, not in some huge “save the world” sense, but in “does she break first or do you” sense. Multiple endings feel like different spreads of the same reading: in one, she’s your cruel goddess; in another, she’s your sweaty, broken toy; and sometimes, if you play it just a bit wrong, nobody wins and the scene ends too fast and you’re staring at the screen like “wait, that’s it?” which annoyed me more than it should. Also, whoever mapped the confirm button right next to skip line needs to have their controller taken away, because I kept fat-fingering it on my phone and blasting past great lines I wanted to hear again. But the power play rhythm, the way teasing blends with domination, the way a simple prompt like “push harder” turns into full-on femdom or total submission depending on earlier choices, it all gives the game this trashy, pulsing energy that feels more like being in a very wrong wrestling ring than reading a standard visual novel. And yeah, I’m still thinking about one specific scene where she’s on her knees, still trying to talk tough with a broken voice, and you get the option to praise her or break her completely. Pulled the “tower reversed” card in my mind right there. Chose the meaner option. Didn’t regret it. Maybe I should have.

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.

Waifu Academy feels like someone tried to mash a porn comic, a shitty revenge fantasy, and a weird mobile gacha leveling system into one thing, then forgot to polish it, and somehow that actually makes it kinda interesting. You start as this guy who got fucked over hard in the past, and now he’s basically weaponizing horny to ruin people’s lives at a private academy. It’s not subtle. One minute you’re pretending to be a normal student in a classic school setting with teachers and uniforms, next minute you’re cornering a busty milf in a “private tutor” scene where her huge tits are hanging out while she’s trying to keep her dignity and totally failing at it. The game is obsessed with big boobs and big asses, like half the camera angles feel like they’re coming from a porn director who only knows two shots: face and ass. And honestly, that’s fine. There’s a lot of ahegao too, girls with their eyes rolled back and tongues out while you rail them, even when the situation is supposed to be humiliating or “serious”, which just makes it even more degenerate.

From a gamification angle, it’s a mess that somehow works. You’ve got these branching choices where you decide who to humiliate, who to “save”, who to turn into your obedient waifu, but the UI acts like it’s a visual novel, while the logic underneath is more like some ghetto morality system. Pick one dialogue option and suddenly a proud femdom teacher is letting you grope her under her desk. Pick another and she’s making you jerk off while she mocks your dick size, laughing in your face. The corruption curve is slow on some girls and insanely fast on others. There’s a schoolgirl in uniform who goes from shy hand-holding to anal in what feels like three scenes, while another character needs five separate “accidental” groping events and one hardcore group situation before she cracks. Sometimes it feels like you’re min-maxing kinks instead of stats. And then there is that one hallway scene, where you’re supposed to be stealthy, but if you trigger the wrong choice, it just jumps straight to an exhibitionism event with a girl pressed against a locker, panties around her knees, getting fingered while random students walk by like this is totally normal.

What caught me off guard is how the game treats humiliation as a reward track. You’re not just collecting CG scenes, you’re basically unlocking different flavors of shame. A character starts with light teasing, then you push her into masturbation scenes where she’s forced to finger herself on command, then later you get full-on group stuff where she’s covered in cum and making that broken ahegao face, and the game treats that progression almost like leveling a skill tree. Same with cheating: some “pure” waifu types have boyfriends who exist only so you can fuck them behind their backs, and your choices can push them into that “I know this is wrong but fuck it” corruption path. It’s cruel, and sometimes it actually feels too mean, especially when the domination flips and a femdom girl is riding you, slapping your face and calling you trash while you’re the one who set everything up. I hated that. Then I replayed it to see the alt route where you turn that same girl into a submissive pet in a hardcore anal scene in some empty classroom, bent over the teacher’s desk, drooling and begging for more. And the game doesn’t stop to judge any of it. It’s just “here’s your fucked up fantasy, have fun breaking everyone at this academy” and then throws another branching choice at you like a horny spreadsheet you’ll never fully finish.

You open your eyes and you’re already in trouble. No menu tutorial, no long lore dump, just this weird otherworld vibe and a glowing crystal that basically says “congrats, you’re screwed, go seduce elemental spirits or everything dies.” It sounds super dramatic, but the game treats it like you just got hired for the horniest internship ever. One moment you’re asking what the hell is a sephira anyway, next moment there’s this spirit girl with ridiculous tits acting like she’s way above you and still somehow ends up on her knees, drooling on your cock while trash-talking you for enjoying it too much. The tone jumps all the time: you’re saving the world, but also getting jerked off by a smug goddess behind a half-open curtain while other spirits pretend they don’t see. It feels like some horny parody of heroic fantasy, except sometimes it hits something oddly sweet, then immediately ruins it with a sloppy blowjob CG where she’s looking up like she wants to devour your soul through your shaft.

What works is how the girls all feel like they’re spying on each other, and on you. You can be alone with one in a garden, her boobs barely crammed into this “armor” that looks like it would snap if she breathed too hard, and you still have this sense someone is watching from the bushes, fingering herself while you shove her friend’s face into your lap. The game leans hard into the voyeur vibe without always saying it. You get scenes where you’re supposed to “seal” a spirit’s power, and sealing basically means fucking her stupid while her magic leaks out of her body in glowy effects that make zero physical sense, yet somehow you get it. One had you sitting on a throne while several girls kneel around you, one stroking you slow, another licking at the tip while a third just squeezes your balls like she’s testing fruit in a supermarket. It visualizes “harem” in a way that feels messy and clumsy, like someone’s fantasy sketchbook that escaped from their hard drive, and honestly I respect that a bit. It’s not subtle. At all.

There’s this one scene that stuck in my head: a proud, bossy wind spirit that spent the whole route making fun of you, calling you weak, calling your dick “average” in that bratty tone, ends up riding you so hard her huge ass is slapping against your thighs, boobs bouncing up to her chin, while she threatens to crush your soul if you cum without permission. Then the game just lets you ignore her and finish deep anyway, and she breaks, eyes rolling up, drool stringing off her tongue, pretending she’s furious while her body clearly loves it. It should feel repetitive, but it doesn’t really, maybe because every girl has a slightly different flavor of bullying you, or pretending you’re beneath them while they’re choking on your cock. Jokes land in this dumb, charming way too, like a fire spirit complaining about “world-ending stakes” while jerking you off lazily, or a quiet one in the back of the orgy grabbing your hand and guiding it to her tits like “hey, don’t forget I exist.” The game looks like it was made more for the filthy CGs than for elegance, and yeah, some poses are awkward and some faces look a little off, but when you’re watching your character buried under a pile of naked spirits, multiple hands stroking, tongues everywhere, that stuff kind of melts away. It’s not refined, but it’s horny in a very honest, slightly unhinged way, like a late-night Discord server fantasy that became a real thing you can click through while one hand is busy.

This thing feels like somebody smashed a horny college drama, a ghost story and a fucked up power trip into one of those clicky visual novels, then forgot to clean it up. You start as this “spirit” kid who’s supposed to be dead or half-dead or just really broken in the head, and you get dropped into campus life like nothing happened. Class schedules, dorm gossip, hot girls everywhere, guys who look like they live in the gym, but the whole time there’s that weird silent question: am I actually here, or just haunting my own life? The game doesn’t really answer it. It just keeps giving you choices and those little CG scenes where hands are in places they absolutely shouldn’t be, in public hallways, in dark lecture rooms, and sometimes right in the middle of a crowded party while everyone pretends nothing is happening.

What I liked first is how fast it goes from “oh, poor traumatized soul, must heal” to “strip naked in this locked classroom while someone holds your jaw and calls you trash.” One minute you’re picking dialog like some shy kid trying to blend in, next you’re clicking through a masturbation scene in the dorm shower where you know anyone could walk in. They drag out those scenes nicely; the MC’s hand trembling, you hearing voices from the other stalls, and you still keep going because the tension is the whole point. Then the game swings the camera hard and suddenly you’re not touching yourself anymore, you’re being watched. There’s this one early scene where you get cornered on a stairwell by a girl with big tits, bigger attitude, and zero interest in your consent. She starts groping you like you’re just a toy she checked out of the library, orders you to strip piece by piece, and if you try to resist she just laughs and pushes harder. I kind of hated it. I kinda replayed it three times on my lunch break at work with Slack open in the other window.

Where it gets really nasty is the group stuff. It isn’t presented like some loving harem fantasy, more like everyone in this college is a little broken and really horny and there’s no real adult in the room. One of the wildest scenes I hit was during what’s supposed to be a “study group”, and you know how that goes. Door closes, books move, and suddenly the MC is in the middle of a couch, pants around their ankles, while hands from all directions start exploring. Some grab your ass, someone yanks your head back by the hair, someone else just slaps your face with their cock like they’re marking territory. The game really likes humiliation, not just the physical stuff but the way they talk to you: “you’re lucky we even touch you,” “this is all you’re good for,” things like that, right when your character is clearly still dealing with all that trauma from before. It’s messed up. But then, in the next scene, that same girl who made you strip in the stairwell might act like a soft dom, teasing you with a slow striptease on her bed, making you watch her play with her huge boobs while you sit on the floor jerking off and not allowed to cum until she snaps her fingers. The tone keeps zigzagging between cruel and almost tender, and honestly, it’s confusing in a good way. College parties in this world are just excuses for more public exhibition: balcony blowjobs, some girl riding your face in the back of a crowded room while people drink two meters away, that kind of thing. There’s blood in some scenes too, real graphic hits when the “mystery” part of the story pops back in, and it clashes awkwardly with the sex, like the game itself can’t decide if it’s about healing or about breaking you further. But that’s kind of why I couldn’t stop clicking through during work, phone in one hand, pretending I’m answering a Teams message while the MC is getting used and filled by a group that keeps calling them “our little ghost toy.”

Dreams of Desire is like one of those trashy hentai OVA you told yourself you’d watch just for the “plot”, then suddenly it’s three routes later and you know everyone’s bad habits, favorite underwear color, and exactly how far they’ll go if you whisper the right words into their ear. The setup is simple enough: guy doesn’t want to get shipped off to some dead boring military academy, stumbles over a creepy old book that basically says “hey, you can hack people’s brains if you’re horny and irresponsible enough,” and then everything around him turns into a playground of lust, lies, and a bit of morality yeeting itself out the window. What I like is how it goes from kinda normal slice of life to “ok, this household is one wrong decision away from a full-on corruption spiral” without making a big dramatic show. One minute you’re talking about chores and dinner, next minute you’re peeking through doors, catching somebody fingering themselves, and the game asks you if you just walk away or stand there like a degenerate and enjoy the view.

The corruption stuff is the real meat here. It’s not like, instant brainwash with glowing eyes and everyone turns into sex drones. It’s slower, messy, and sometimes awkward in that way only this genre really knows how to do. You try pushing someone a little too hard and they snap at you, or you say the “wrong” suggestion and instead of sexy obedience you get guilt, weird tension, and you sitting there thinking “ok, I kinda deserve that.” Then two scenes later that same character is giving you this shy little striptease, pretending they’re in control while clearly melting inside. Some of the best moments are small things, like when the “good girl” character starts swearing when she gets fucked rough for the first time, or when the dominant one suddenly blushes when you flip the power dynamic and tease her feet until she begs. The game really loves watching you turn hesitation into addiction: first a stolen glance in the shower, then mutual masturbation, then blowjob in a place that’s absolutely not safe, and then suddenly you’re sharing a bed with three women who should absolutely not all be okay with it, yet nobody is saying no anymore. And the worst part is how natural it feels inside this world, like the book didn’t just unlock manipulation, it pulled the mask off everyone’s hidden kinks and said “go on, you already wanted this.”

The house feels too quiet when Sterling walks in, the kind of silence that sticks to your skin. There’s that smell - old wood, perfume, something faintly sinful like memories that never left. You can almost hear the ghosts of laughter and moans tangled in the walls. Everyone looks at him differently now, not as the kid who ran off, but as the man who came back with a pulse full of tension. The women in this game, they don’t waste time pretending innocence. The so-called mourning period lasts about five seconds before somebody’s hand is somewhere it shouldn’t be. It’s messy, funny, uncomfortable, and hot in that way only forbidden things are. Sometimes you’ll laugh because the dialogue’s ridiculous, sometimes you’ll forget to breathe because a scene just hits that filthy sweet spot between lust and shame.

What I liked most was how it never feels clean. There’s domination that borders on cruelty, soft moments ruined by sudden gropes, a futa scene that goes way harder than expected, and those “oops-I-shouldn’t-watch-this” voyeur bits that make you squirm. Even the humor has teeth; it’s not wink-wink-nudge-nudge but more like someone laughing right in the middle of an orgasm. The harem thing isn’t just numbers - it’s chaos management, trying to juggle jealousy and desire while every woman (and not only women) seems one breath away from breaking the furniture. And then there’s that weird ache when corruption sneaks in, when seduction turns into ownership and you realize you kind of wanted it that way. The sound design helps too: low voices, wet noises that feel too real through headphones, that small gasp when a boundary gets crossed.

It’s not perfect - some pacing’s off, and a few scenes feel like they forgot their own setup - but maybe that’s why it works. Like old VHS hentai, rough edges make it human. It doesn’t pretend to be classy, it just drags you down into the mess and dares you to call it art while your pants are still around your ankles.

Holly’s Summer is that kind of horny mess where you open it “just to check the art” and then suddenly you’re way too invested in two girls making every bad decision possible on a private island. You’ve got Holly, the cute “good girl” who clearly thinks she’s in control of her own story, and Brooke, who has big “I say I’m your best friend but I also kinda want to see you ruin yourself” energy. The setup looks like classic rich-boyfriend summer vacation, private house, quiet beach, you know the fantasy. And then the thieves show up, and the whole vibe just slides straight into dirty, twisted crime porn without even pretending to be subtle. One minute it’s bikini and sunscreen, next minute it’s ropes, hands where they shouldn’t be, and a house full of men who see them as toys, not people.

What I liked is how fast it stops playing nice. There’s no fake heroic rescue tone. The guys are criminals, straight-up, and the game leans into that: groping that ignores consent, “searching” their bodies like they’re looking for stolen goods inside their panties, that kind of thing. It feels like a porn comic turned into a visual story, and yeah, if you know Fernando’s stuff, this is right in that lane: lots of humiliation, the girls forced to pose, kneel, open, suck, obey, with their faces doing that mix of shame and arousal the whole time. There’s one scene where Holly ends up on her knees in front of a guy she absolutely hates, with Brooke watching from the couch, hand tied behind her back, some big dude’s fingers digging into her thigh while he tells her to “act encouraging.” I paused the game there, opened Twitter, typed a whole rant, deleted it, went back and… clicked the filthiest option anyway. The choices mostly push you between “bad” and “worse,” like, do you want Holly to resist and get punished harder, or cooperate and get praised like a good little toy. There’s a bit of femdom flavor too, but twisted: some of the female-led stuff is them being forced into a “dom” role that’s still under male control. Holly made to dominate Brooke, slap her, ride her face while guys watch and jerk off, and you can feel she’s not really on top, she’s just another tool.

The sissy content sneaks up on you. It’s not like, boom, here’s a crossdressing dude from the start. It grows out of the humiliation vibe. One of the guys clearly enjoys breaking people, and you get this path where a softer male character gets dragged into it, forced into panties, made to serve with the girls. They talk to him like he’s just another slut, shove him next to Holly and Brooke, compare their asses, treat him as “the sissy” from then on. It’s mean, it’s hot, and sometimes weirdly funny in a dark way, like when Brooke mocks him but her voice cracks because she’s still choking on cum. Interracial stuff is sprinkled in pretty casually: the game doesn’t do speeches, it just puts Holly between a white thug and a huge black guy and makes her work both, or has the girls humiliated by a mixed group that clearly enjoys turning rich island princesses into shared meat. There’s a lot of focus on female orgasm, not in some romantic way but in that cruel “we’re gonna make you come so you can’t pretend you didn’t like it” style. They edge the girls, deny them, then suddenly push them over the line at the worst possible moment, like Holly screaming in pleasure while she’s being slapped and called a whore in front of everyone. If you’re into soft, cuddly romance, this is the wrong page of the internet. If you want a dirty, criminal-feeling island nightmare where pretty girls get broken, used in groups, forced to dominate and be dominated, and a “sissy” joins the meat parade, this one just crawls into your brain and refuses to leave.

Clara’s “Love Hotel” feels like the place your horny brain built when you were fifteen and your wallet was already imagining sugar daddies. It’s not some classy high-society escort fantasy. It’s cheap perfume, sticky elevator buttons, and girls who still check their phone between clients. You follow a teen girl getting sucked into Clara’s world, going from “I’m just looking for some extra cash” to happily spreading her legs for whatever rich pervert books the suite. The whole thing plays like a kinetic visual novel where you’re mostly there to watch her brain rewire itself around money, cock, and control, with Clara pulling strings and smiling like a sexy devil in a tight dress. The story doesn’t rush. First it’s teasing and striptease in those themed rooms, girls grinding slowly while the client watches like a creep through tinted glass, then the jobs start getting nastier: anal for an extra wad of bills, creampies that drip out while Clara counts the cash, toys shoved in to keep the girl “ready” for the next guy. You barely make a choice, you just sit there like a voyeur, and somehow that fits the whole hotel vibe perfectly.

One moment that stuck in my head had the main girl lying on silk sheets while an older woman, a full-on milf type with that rich cougar aura, just toys with her for a client hidden behind the curtain. She whispers to the teen how she’s nothing but a fucktoy now, fingers deep, thumb circling her clit, and the hotel’s camera quietly recording every twitch for “private archives.” The girl pretends to be shy at first, but the game doesn’t keep that illusion long. By the time Clara pairs her with a calm, serious dilf businessman, she’s already the one pushing his cock inside, asking if he wants to finish in her ass or her pussy because “Clara gives bonuses for messy endings.” There’s a fun little moment where two lesbians working the same floor sneak into an empty room between clients, toys buzzing, tongue on tongue, and you realize they’re half doing it for pleasure and half to warm up before the next paying guest. The corruption doesn’t feel cartoonish, more like a slow slide where you watch the girl go from flinching at her first blowjob to riding a stranger like it’s just a normal shift. Some scenes lean more romantic, weirdly enough, especially when a regular client starts bringing gifts and treating her like his personal escort, and the game kind of pretends there’s “love” in a place that operates like a brothel. It’s messy, horny, sometimes sweet, sometimes nasty, and it never apologizes for treating every girl in that hotel as both employee and property, legs open on demand while Clara counts the profits with that lazy, satisfied smile.

College spits you back out, you drag your suitcase up the old familiar stairs, and the first thing that hits you is that weird mix of nostalgia and horny frustration. You’re supposed to be the “grown up” version of yourself now, but the house still smells like coffee, furniture polish and that floral perfume your grandma’s friend wears. She’s the one waiting inside. Not some generic landlady with rented room rules, but this older woman who clearly remembers you as “such a cute kid” and now can’t stop staring at the outline in your jeans when you stretch. The game leans hard into that shift, that strange moment where polite family-adjacent small talk slowly, painfully tilts into something that should probably be illegal in five different ways. It does not rush. It pokes at you. Constantly. Morning wood scenes, shower doors that never really close, “accidental” brushing of her tits against your back when she squeezes behind you in the tiny kitchen. You’re not being told “this is a porn game, go click sex.” You’re stuck in that half-realistic, half-fantasy zone where you creep around the hallway at night, phone screen low, pretending you’re going to the bathroom while you secretly hope to catch her bent over the washing machine again.

What hits hardest is how much of the actual play is just you existing in this cramped domestic space with people who all want something from you. Some want comfort, some want cock, some pretend they don’t want either. You spend a lot of time in small interactions: a hand on your thigh lingering just a bit too long during a movie, toes sliding up your calf under the table, a “help me with this zipper” that clearly doesn’t need help. One scene that stuck with me was when you’re on the couch with her, late, both tipsy, and she falls asleep half on your lap. Your hand ends up resting on her ass almost by accident. You can pull away like a good little boy, or you can let your fingers sink in a bit, feel that heavy warmth, smell her skin. If you push your luck she doesn’t jump, she sighs, like she’s been waiting for this exact mistake. It’s slow burn, but when it finally snaps, the game is not shy. You go from stolen glances to her on her knees, spit on your cock, mumbling how long she waited to taste you. There’s worship here, a lot of it. Your body is treated like a toy and a shrine at the same time: cock kissing, balls cradled, her laughing while she edges you with lazy strokes and then scolding you for almost cumming on her face without permission. At some point you realize half the house has their own angle on you, from the sweet virgin type who just wants cuddles and suddenly finds herself riding you until she squirts on your stomach, to the pushy one who uses your face like a seat and then pretends it never happened at breakfast. There is some goofy stuff too, like a cosplay night that starts as a silly joke and ends with you in handcuffs, her in a way-too-tight outfit, using a toy on herself while you’re forced to watch until she lets you join. The writing swings between affectionate and filthy in a way that feels messy, a bit clumsy, but honest. Sometimes the pacing drags and you’ll click through way too many “good morning” scenes for one butt squeeze, and a couple of side characters feel like they exist only to feed your dick without much personality. But then there is this tiny quiet moment where one of them curls up against your chest after a crazy group scene, tracing circles on your skin, whispering that she hopes you don’t leave again, and you realize the game is not only about fucking every hole in reach. It pretends to be just cheap smut, then throws in pregnancy talks, jealousy, cheating, a weirdly wholesome cuddle after you have her bent over the sink for anal. It’s messy, horny, a bit wrong, and strangely cozy in a way that will probably say something about your brain you didn’t want to know.