Naked Ambition feels like someone mashed together an old-school PC strategy game and a really horny Tumblr blog, then forgot to sand the edges. You’re not just watching a princess climb to the throne, you’re kind of babysitting her while she keeps making questionable decisions with her body, her allies, and her schedule. The whole thing runs on that crunchy pixel art style where everything looks a bit too blocky but somehow that makes the blowjobs and spankings more intense, not less. It’s like your brain has to fill in the gaps, and your dick gladly volunteers. One moment she’s in class trying to be a “proper” royal, next moment she’s on her knees in a dim corridor, taking a shaft in her mouth while you wonder if this will raise or lower her Noble Support stat. Both things feel totally normal here, like checking notifications on Twitter after watching someone get their ass slapped raw.

What hits pretty hard is how unpredictable the princess actually is. You set her classes, pick paths, try to shape her personality. “Ok, she’ll be serious, strong, a real queen,” you think. Then she meets some smug futa knight and suddenly there’s a scene where the knight is holding her by the hair, that huge cock pushing against her lips, and you’re stuck staring at little pixel spit and tears. Sometimes she resists, sometimes she melts, sometimes she acts like she’s in charge while clearly not in charge at all. That mix of femdom and total loss of control swings from one side to the other in weird little loops. One run she’s the one ordering people to kneel and lick her royal futa shaft, making servants “prove their loyalty” in a very literal way. Another run she’s bent over a desk, huge red marks across her ass, being lectured like a naughty schoolgirl because you pushed her training in the wrong direction and people don’t take her seriously. The game never fully explains how those tiny decisions add up, it just throws you into scenes and you slowly realize: “Oh, I did this to her.”

Sex scenes themselves are short and punchy, but they stick in your mind. Not because they’re super fancy, more because they feel like weird little consequences. That blowjob she gives the old advisor to “secure more influence” looks pathetic and hot at the same time, her eyes looking up in chunky pixels, trying to seem royal with a mouth full of cock. Then later the same advisor might be on his knees in front of her, tongue out, while she lazily strokes her own futa length and presses it against his face, like she finally figured out she likes using people as furniture. Some moments are rough in a good way, like when she’s tied and spanked as punishment and the game quietly adjusts her stats while she whimpers, and some are rough in a “wait, was that a good idea?” way. I kept getting distracted by tiny annoyances, like certain sound effects looping a bit too long or one animation frame looking slightly off, but then a new event would pop up with her strutting into a room, acting like a ruler, and two choices on screen that basically decide if tonight she’s the one doing the spanking or getting dragged over someone’s lap again. It’s messy, uneven, hot, sometimes dumb, sometimes weirdly smart, and it kinda lingers in your head like a horny dream you half-remember the next morning and don’t really want to overthink.

You play as this awkward dude, Sam, trying to look professional in an office where everyone pretends to be normal adults, while your new boss is basically the final boss of horny power games. Veronica Blackwell walks on screen in that tight office outfit and the whole vibe of the game changes. You can literally feel your mouse-hand getting more obedient every time she raises an eyebrow. It starts super tame: file this, fix that report, stay late for “just a bit more work”. Nothing wild. Then she starts getting handsy with your dignity instead of your body, which is way more fun. She locks you into this slow pacing, no skipping, no choices, just you watching Sam bend, inch by inch. And yeah, it is a kinetic novel, so forget about “I’ll just pick the dominant route”, there is none. You are the furniture. Accept it. At some point you catch yourself leaning closer to the screen when she mentions your “performance evaluation” and that says a lot about you and a bit about the writing.

What makes it hotter than it has any right to be is how casual she is about humiliating you. She talks about work metrics and career opportunities while making you kneel under her desk like it is the most reasonable thing in the world. There is a scene where she makes you clean her high heels with your tongue after a long day in the office and she does not even drop the corporate tone. She is checking emails on her phone while you are there on the carpet, licking the dirt off her soles, and she is commenting on your “attention to detail” like it is part of your internship report. The game really leans into feet and power stuff. Heels, stockings, her crossing her legs right in your face, you begging to touch or kiss her shoes and she just smirks and tosses you a command that feels more like a leash. And then, when you think it is “just” foot worship and soft humiliation, she pulls out that small metal cage for you. No warning, no drum roll, just a line like “I think you need help focusing at work” and next thing you know, Sam is locked up, hard but not allowed to be hard, if that makes sense. The writing milks that frustration on purpose. Every time she teases you after that, you can almost feel the cage squeezing. There is something messed up but very honest about that.

Art side is clean enough to do the job, nothing crazy, but the expressions matter a lot. Her smirk when you hesitate, the slight boredom when you try to resist, the way she looks down at you from the office chair like you are both a pet and a project. They reuse some backgrounds too much, but somehow that makes it feel more like an actual office grind. Same desk, same room, worse and worse situations. I was running this in Chrome with uBlock turned off for once, just sitting there on my second monitor like some degenerate pretending to answer Slack messages while Veronica is telling Sam he is not allowed to touch himself without written permission. The pacing is slow, yeah, sometimes painfully slow, but that actually fits the chastity angle too well. It is annoying and hot and annoying again. No big branching, no epic system, just a straight line falling deeper under this woman’s heel. And if that idea alone already gives you that weird tight feeling in your chest and lower, this thing is going to fry your brain in a pretty fun way.

You start as this washed-up ex-child actor in LA who peaked before puberty, which is already kinda hot in a fucked up way, because the game never lets you forget he’s a mess. He’s broke, clingy, horny, trying to squeeze fame out of a podcast that no one sane would listen to. The whole thing is built around this dumb but perfect idea: a sleazy “sex-adjacent” podcast with hot girls who are supposed to talk about clout and drama while low-key getting dragged into this spiral of blackmail, cheating, and public humiliation. It feels less like “build your dream harem” and more like “weaponize people’s trauma for clicks and pussy,” which I mean as a compliment, kinda. The humor is actually funny sometimes too, not that Marvel quip bullshit, more like “wow you really said that on camera?” nasty.

The girls are exactly the type you’d expect around a thirsty LA podcast setup: big tits, big ass, big mouth, tiny filter. They’re not just sex dolls though, they roast you, they tease you, they bully you, they drag you on your own show. One of my favorite bits is when you’re trying to keep two of them from absolutely destroying each other on the couch while you’re still rolling, and at the same time you’re trying to angle the conversation into “so, what’s your type in men?” so you can line up some pussy later. There’s a lot of femdom energy floating around, not in a leather-and-whip way, more like they know you’re desperate and they use it. Sexual harassment in both directions too, guys and girls just crossing lines like it’s a sport. One minute you’re getting a lapful of big ass during a fake “twerk contest for the fans”, next minute that same girl is using your fuck-up on stream to blackmail you into quietly helping her cheat on her dude. Or worse, she lets you fuck her and then laughs that she’s going to describe every second of it on TikTok as “content”.

The netorare stuff hits that specific dirty brain itch. It’s not just “oh no, my waifu is stolen”, it’s more like everybody is playing this clout game where loyalty is negotiable and sex is currency. You run into situations where another guy gets invited as a co-host or guest and suddenly he’s charming the girls on-air, touching their thighs while the camera “accidentally” stays too low, and your MC is forced to smile for the audience while his brain screams. There’s this one bit where you help set up a collab to boost your view count, and it slowly turns into you literally watching one of the girls slide closer to him on the couch, hand on his chest, and you can tell she’s deciding if she’s going to ride his dick later purely because it’ll piss you off and make better drama. The game leans into that, like “yeah, you wanted fame, here’s your girlfriend getting fucked for engagement numbers.” Or maybe she’s not your girlfriend. Or maybe she was, but only between ad reads. The sex itself can get surprisingly tender or straight-up nasty depending how you play it, from teasing strip moments during “body positivity talk” to full-on vaginal scenes that feel like you’re sneaking them past the algorithm. Half the time you’re trying to keep sponsors happy and the other half you’re wondering if that shadowy group pulling strings cares more about views or about watching you crumble while someone else makes your girl moan on a couch that smells like cheap perfume and broken promises.

The hook here is simple and kinda dirty: your sister spoils you rotten for years, builds you up, then vanishes and throws you the keys to an apartment complex full of horny disasters who clearly never heard about boundaries. You pick if you play as a guy or a girl, but either way you’re the one everyone suddenly wants to impress, seduce, dominate, or milk like some perverted space-cow. It sounds like typical harem fantasy, and yeah, it is, but wrapped in this weird mix of romance and power play where one second you’re awkwardly trying to be a responsible landlord, and the next you’re elbow-deep in someone’s cleavage, trying not to think about how soft and warm and oh shit she’s pushing your head down further.

What I really liked is how the “pickup line” thing kind of sneaks up on you. The game doesn’t say “this is the flirting system” with big glowing text. You just start talking to tenants, and the dialogue branches suddenly care a lot about how bold or submissive you act. Pick a cheesy line with the shy lesbian tenant, and she blushes so hard you feel like a bully… then later she surprises you by pinning you to the wall and making you whimper. Try the same line on the confident femdom chick and she laughs like you’re a little toy and makes you prove you deserve to even look at her tits. I had one moment where I thought I was being smooth with a “romantic” reply, and the game answered with: “You say that while staring at her nipples.” That’s when I realized this thing is not interested in staying subtle.

The sex itself swings around a lot. You get soft, cuddly lesbian scenes where two girls just touch and kiss slowly, fingers exploring, hands on hips, careful teasing, and then out of nowhere someone pulls out toys that look like they belong in a sci-fi lab, presses them against swollen breasts and starts talking about how full she wants to feel. There’s a lot of focus on big tits, not just as decoration, but as actual gameplay focus: teasing, groping, titfucking, even milking. I spent way too long on one scene where I was just watching text describe how milk ran down her chest in thin lines and pooled around her nipples while you keep thrusting between them. It sounds stupid when I write it, but in the moment I was just scrolling like “yeah, go on, more detail, don’t stop here.” Then later in a different route the same body is treated totally different, more like a throne you kneel under while she uses your face or your cock without asking. Femdom fans will see the strings immediately. The domination swings between playful and actually kind of mean, especially if you lean into the “serve me” options. You get hand jobs that start as a reward and end as punishment, anal scenes that flip who’s in control mid-thrust, creampies that feel earned, not just “you came, congrats.” I wish the romance side was a bit stronger in some branches, but it also fits this messy tone where everyone is half in love, half horny, half lying to themselves. Yes, that’s three halves. Shut up.

The only thing that actually annoyed me is tiny: the way some lines repeat when you’re trying different approaches with the same girl, especially the landlord talk when all you want is to get back to the part where she threatens to sit on your face if you don’t answer correctly. It breaks the flow when you’ve already seen that text five times. But then suddenly you get a new variation of a scene where your character, male or female, gets dragged into a bed, toy pressed against them, and the tenant says something like “You’re in charge of this building, but I’m in charge of this body,” and my brain just forgets to be annoyed. There’s something funny about how often the game pretends to care about rent and cleaning schedules while the actual content is full-on groping in stairwells, panties pushed aside for quick vaginal fucks, tenants competing for your attention, and you trying to juggle being in control with being completely dominated. One route has you slowly building a kind of accidental harem, another route has you stuck under one woman’s heel, and in between you still toss out pickup lines like you’re on some cursed Tinder where everyone is horny and too honest. I kept thinking “this is too much” and then clicking the dirtiest option anyway.

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This Resident Evil parody throws you straight into Lady Dimitrescu's castle, and honestly? The devs knew exactly what they were doing. You're playing some poor bastard who's gotta survive Alcina's "trial" - which basically means getting dominated by a nine-foot vampire mommy and her equally stacked daughters. The turn-based combat system feels clunky at first, like they copy-pasted it from some RPG maker tutorial, but once you realize the real gameplay is about managing your stamina while getting your face buried in supernatural cleavage, it starts making sense. There's this one scene where Dimitrescu pins you against the wall and the camera angle is just... chef's kiss. The 3DCG models look decent enough, though Lady D's proportions are so exaggerated she looks like she'd topple over in real life.

Combat encounters blend into these weird BDSM scenarios where losing actually feels like winning. You'll find yourself deliberately failing just to see what creative punishment awaits. The spanking animations have more effort put into them than the actual sword fighting mechanics, which tells you where the priorities were. Sandbox elements let you explore the castle freely, groping your way through dark corridors while avoiding or seeking out the various monster girls lurking around. Some of the dialogue during sex scenes made me laugh out loud - not sure if that was intentional. The ahegao faces during climax moments are over-the-top ridiculous but somehow work within this campy horror-porn aesthetic.

What really caught me off guard was how they handled the size difference fetish stuff. Tall vs short dynamics play out in every interaction, from handjobs where your character can barely reach to titfuck scenes that look physically impossible. The harem aspect kicks in later when you're juggling multiple supernatural ladies, each with their own domination preferences. Voice acting ranges from surprisingly good to hilariously bad, but the moaning sounds authentic enough. Fair warning though - the grinding gets repetitive and some animations loop awkwardly.

Ryuko walking back into that twisted academy in her busted-up school uniform feels almost casual at first, like she’s just visiting old classmates, and then suddenly she’s standing in front of Satsuki again and the whole thing flips from nostalgia to “oh fuck, this is a problem.” The story throws you right into this weird mix of sister drama and horny power struggle, where every girl in a sailor uniform seems one step away from either choking Ryuko out with her thighs or forcing her face into a very wet apology. It’s a parody, sure, but it doesn’t act like a joke. The uniforms are treated almost like weapons, and clothes only exist so they can be yanked, torn, or used to pin someone down while they’re being made to lick, swallow or just squirm and try to pretend they’re not moaning. You get a lot of shots of Ryuko trying to act tough while on her knees, mouth full, eyes half-wet with humiliation and frustration, and it kind of nails that messy feeling of “I hate this” at the exact same time as “don’t stop.”

The whole tournament thing is basically a ladder of bad decisions. Every round is another girl who wants Satsuki’s attention and is totally fine using Ryuko as a toy to get it. One fight will be more like a wrestling match where you’re slammed to the floor, skirt flipped, panties dragged aside and fingers working you open while the crowd laughs. Next, it turns into a femdom lesson where some smug chick in a pristine uniform sits on Ryuko’s face, holding her by the hair, making her eat pussy until she either taps out or cums first. The game is really into the humiliation side of things, so Ryuko ends up forced to masturbate in public, legs shaking while everyone watches, or she has to orally service a rival in front of Satsuki, like a test of “how far will you go for your sister.” Sometimes it feels romantic for half a second, like when Satsuki quietly touches Ryuko’s cheek after a match and calls her “pure,” and then a moment later she has her pushed against a wall, hand between her legs, testing how “pure” she really is. Lesbian stuff here isn’t soft; it’s messy, rough, full of power plays, spanking, forced poses, girls pressed to cold floors with their asses up, being told to beg for cock that never appears, only more tongue and fingers. And yeah, the accessibility is weirdly decent for an adult game, text pretty clear to follow, but then a big choice pops up and the focus order gets all fucked for a second and you kind of forget what you were trying to click while someone is describing how Ryuko’s mouth looks stretched around a rival’s dripping slit, and by then you’re not really complaining anymore.

Your phone buzzes, you open this goofy little mobile game thinking it will be some cheap horny clicker, and suddenly you’re face to face with your childhood friend who did not just “grow up” but basically turned into a walking gym ad with a soft smile. She’s huge in all the best places, thick thighs filling the screen, arms like she could lift a car or you, and yeah, the boobs are basically their own characters. The first thing she does is pull your scrawny nerd body into a hug, crush you against her chest and the game actually lingers on it, like “no, you sit with this, feel how small he is next to her.” It feels half wholesome, half “I might suffocate between these.” The art is 2D but animated enough that small details like flexing biceps and ass jiggle actually matter. That first scene where she picks you up easily while teasing you for being still a twig, then casually asks if you “missed these” while squeezing her tits together? Yeah, that sets the tone.

The structure is simple, but in a way that kind of works for the horny brain. You’re the male protag, total nerd, clearly out of your league, and she knows it. Every interaction is her pushing a little more, like a cat playing with a mouse she’s very fond of. One moment she flicks your forehead for staring at her ass too long, next moment she pretends to be offended and makes you “inspect” her muscles close up to “make sure you appreciate her gains.” There’s a scene where she traps you between her thighs on the sofa just to show off how strong her legs got. You can see the veins, the muscles flex, and the game lets you choose whether you squirm or just accept your fate as thigh pillow. Romance is sprinkled in there, but always tangled with physical contact. She strips down piece by piece, laughing at how red your face gets, grabbing your hands and pressing them to her abs, then lower, then higher. It’s teasing that borders on bullying but you can feel she deeply cares, which makes it even more unfair when she pins you to the bed with one arm like it’s nothing. There’s one interaction where she makes you hold her phone and record as she flexes and twerks right in front of you “for her gym account” and her shorts ride up so far you’re basically filming pure ass. The game lets you zoom in. Of course.

What I liked most is how the femdom vibe isn’t cold or mean, it’s this playful “I’m strong, you’re cute, shut up and let me spoil you” kind of energy. She gropes you almost as much as you grope her, except when she does it, it feels like you’re being checked, tested, measured like a toy. There’s a bit where she makes you count her reps while sitting on her back and you keep losing count because her sweaty top is see-through, so she “punishes” you by flexing in your face and demanding you describe every part of her body in detail, from her big tits to her huge ass, until you’re basically confessing your kinks out loud. The whole thing is horny as hell but strangely sweet too, like the game really wants you to feel safe being manhandled. If you want the most out of it, play with sound on, don’t skip her teasing lines, and lean into the choices that let her take control, because the more you let her lead, the more she presses your face into every thick, soft, overtrained part of her body.

Game starts in that slow, sweaty way where you think it will just be training and grinding stats with your sensei, and then suddenly everything goes to hell. Two royal looking bitches crash into the dojo, collars and heels and smug faces, and you barely have time to breathe before you and your teacher are chained up like trophies. The story pretends to be about “rescuing your sensei” but most of the time it feels like you are the one who keeps getting captured, toyed with, pushed around. Which is good. And horrible. And good again.

Every new zone feels like walking into another woman’s fantasy of power. One world is all silk and red curtains, older women lounging around like bored queens, judging your body with lazy eyes while they decide if you’re going to be a servant or a toy. Another one is cold stone, iron cages, boots echoing on the floor while some empress type makes you kneel just to talk to her. The game really loves that moment where a woman leans close, voice soft, and tells you exactly how small and pathetic you are, then uses your dick anyway like it is royal property. If you like being in control, you’re going to hate this. Unless you don’t. I tried to play “dominant” the first run, choosing the most defiant answers, and the game almost laughed at me. One milf slapped my choices away with a single line and pinned my arms like they were decoration, rode me like she was proving a point, then called it “training” with this mock-sweet smile that actually made my stomach twist.

The 3D models are messy in a way I ended up kind of liking. Tits are big but not all perfectly symmetrical, faces change expression mid scene in slightly off timing, physics sometimes look like they are drunk, yet it all fits this weird dream feeling. There is one empress with this strict haircut and huge chest who leans too close during interrogation and her nipple clips through the armor a bit. It annoyed me, then suddenly I could not stop staring only there, reloading the scene in incognito Chrome like a complete idiot. The adventure bits are surprisingly not lazy: walking through ruined temples, desert palaces, corrupted gardens, picking choices, losing fights on purpose because you want to see what humiliating thing they do when you fail. Combat is not deep, you mash through and then you lose or win, but the punishment scenes carry it. One of my favorite moments was getting captured by a “priestess” who looked gentle at first, then strapped me to some ritual thing and edged me while reciting sacred lines about male obedience, only letting me cum when I begged in a way she liked. Another time, an older queen made me lick the dirt from her heel before she even allowed any nudity, which felt oddly more intense than the full-on sex that came later. Not everything hits: a couple of zones feel like filler, one character just loops the same “I own you” line until it loses bite, and the pacing around the middle drags because you walk too long between scenes. But then you meet another cold eyed ruler who treats your whole heroic quest like a joke, sits on your face like you are just furniture, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed five minutes ago. The game keeps doing that. It stumbles, then grabs your hair and pulls you right back into it.

You start as this apparently normal guy who just “graduated” from an adventurer school that sounds more like horny summer camp than serious training, and someone says, “Go explore the monster girl continent, get rich or get wrecked.” And the game actually means the second part. It’s all text based, but not that boring wall-of-text style like some old forum RP. The writing is pretty chatty, lots of teasing, lots of those small lines that poke at you like, “oh, you like this, don’t you?” Even if you’re a vanilla person like me who usually skips anything with weird fetishes, this one somehow keeps dragging you back in. Every monster girl you meet basically wants to pin you down and see how many times they can make you lose control before you crawl back to town wobbling. The femdom part isn’t subtle at all. You’re “the adventurer” on paper, but it feels like you accidentally signed up as free use stress toy for the whole continent.

The fun thing is how the combat is actually part of the sex. It’s not like “fight, fight, then sex scene as a reward.” You’re in a turn based fight, picking moves, trying to resist, trying to keep your stamina and “other” bars in check, while this monster girl is licking, squeezing, riding your face, or whispering filthy things straight into your brain. You use skills, items, lust attacks, whatever, and the text keeps reacting to it. Sometimes I sat there staring at my screen, phone in one hand, other hand… not important, reading every line like it’s a VN, then suddenly the game reminds me that I technically lost because she made me cum too many times. It feels like a lewd tug-of-war where losing is actually winning, but at the same time, I was still trying so hard to win, because some of them rub it in your face if you fail. Like that smug lamia that coils around you, calls you “cute little hero”, and when you choose the wrong skill she basically milks you dry and laughs at you for even trying. I got annoyed by one line where she kept repeating the same taunt and now I can’t stop thinking about it, like a bad ringtone that is also super hot.

The world itself is surprisingly comfy for a place where you get drained by every woman-shaped creature. Towns feel like rest zones where you chat, upgrade skills, maybe flirt a bit with the local girls too lazy to eat you alive. You travel around Lucidia, bumping into new monster girls who each have their own “style” of breaking you in. It’s mostly straight guy stuff, but on the receiving end of all the attention. No long cutscenes, just a lot of short sharp lines, teasing and pushing you toward that “battle fuck” logic. Sometimes I wished it was more romantic, like, let me date one of them properly, hold hands, less “I’m gonna squeeze your soul out through your cock.” But then the game hits you with some silly banter, or a goofy skill description, and you just shrug and go into the next encounter thinking “ok, one more girl, then I stop.” That never happens, by the way. I even caught myself opening it on my second monitor while pretending to check email in Gmail, clicking through turns while half-reading. The story about the Demon Queen sits in the background like a joke you keep forgetting, because honestly you’re too busy getting your so-called hero turned into a cute little toy by every smug, horny monster on the continent.

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.