'The Lost Chapters' is a modern fantasy, erotic visual novel with a heavy focus on romance and relationships. In 'The Lost Chapters' we follow Eve. Adopted by a family consisting of a single mother and her daughter, she had a tough life growing up in the suburbs. A struggling economy following a recent global pandemic made things all that more difficult for their family of three. When all seems lost, Eve receives a response to her job application as a teacher at Mara Institute, a world class teaching institution, with an extremely generous paycheck. This could be it, a panacea to all her family's problems. However, isn't there a saying about things that appear too good to be true? All these, while something ugly starts to stir under all the glamour and bustle of the city.​

Girl goes to a “normal” summer camp job and ends up getting body‑jacked by a horny fertility goddess with zero boundaries, that’s the vibe here. She clocks in expecting brats, mosquitos and bad cafeteria food, and instead wakes up with a thick new surprise between her legs and a goddess in her head giggling like “oops, my hand slipped.” From that point it’s not really a camp anymore, it’s a playground. You’re walking around this peaceful fantasy forest with cabins and lakes and then suddenly you’re pinballed between monster babes, stacked milfs and campers who are way too curious about what you’re hiding in those shorts. The game leans hard into her being both the teaser and the toy. One moment she’s pressing some poor flustered girl up against a tree and groping those tits like she’s kneading dough, and the next she’s on her knees with her own mouth full, acting like this was not in the job description while clearly enjoying every second. Classic “I shouldn’t… but I absolutely will.”

I like how the main girl starts out kinda panicked, like “what the hell is this thing hanging from me” and five scenes later she’s using it like a laser pointer to get people’s attention. There’s this one bit where a big‑ass, big‑tits camp counselor milf corners her in the storage shack, half scolding, half staring at the bulge, and slowly drags a hand down over it. That grab is shameless, the kind where you can almost hear the fabric stretch. Then she drops to her knees and you get this sloppy, messy oral scene where the milf is way too experienced, like she’s been waiting years for someone to show up with this exact equipment. Contrast that with the shy monster girl in the woods, who pretends she wants to “study” the new anatomy and ends up getting pinned against a rock, tail twitching while she’s ground on until she’s begging. The flirting is actually funny sometimes, very “lesbian disaster with magic dick tries to act smooth and fails” and I’m into that energy. Some dialogues are awkward in the wrong way though, like someone typed it on their phone during a bus ride and never read it again, but somehow that fits the messy, horny chaos of the story. Nothing is polished, everything is thirsty, and the goddess just keeps whispering in her head like a rude little coach, egging her on to go further, get rougher, try new holes, push new buttons. It all snowballs fast, from teasing and light groping at the lake to full‑on futa pounding behind the cabins, pussy eating in the showers, and girls sitting on her face like it’s a camp activity. At some point you forget there was ever a normal job involved at all, which is honestly exactly the point.

Jen shows up to this crazy nice apartment with that "I totally can afford this" energy, but you can see in her face she probably checked her banking app twice before ringing the bell. Place is owned by Paula, one of those older blondes who walks like the whole room already belongs to her and she just lets you exist in it for fun. High heels, tight top, those heavy tits that look like they could smother a religion, that kind of vibe. At first it feels like a normal viewing: kitchen, couch, some small talk about work and hobbies, all that polite bullshit. But the camera keeps sitting just a little too low, following her hips, focusing on Jen’s lips when she talks, and you know the whole "rent talk" is heading in a very horny direction. There is this slow tension, like both of them are pretending to talk about square meters and deposits, but they are actually checking each other out and mentally undressing each other step by step.

What I like is that Jen is not some dumb bimbo, she is nervous, yeah, but she pushes back, flirts back, makes jokes, looks away when Paula gets too close, then looks back again like she is trying to decide if she wants to be the good girl or the very bad tenant. You can tell she is into women already, but the game plays it like she is not used to someone like Paula. When Paula leans over to "show the balcony view", her blouse opens just enough and the camera just stays there, tracking the curve of her huge boobs. You hear small little breaths, soft cloth sounds, not just generic porn moans. When things finally break, there is this nice slow build: gentle touches on the arm, hands brushing when they grab the same key, one slightly too long hug when Jen thanks her for "considering a special deal". And then, boom, clothes start coming off and suddenly you see Paula is packing more than just rent demands. Futa reveal is clean, not some shock gag, more like "oh, that explains the confidence".

Sex scenes go hard but still look kind of romantic. Paula takes the lead at first, pushing Jen onto the couch, grinding between those pale thighs, fucking her deep while still kissing her like they are already lovers, not just strangers negotiating rent with body instead of money. There is a lot of focus on tits, on hips, on how Jen’s whole body reacts when she gets railed, and the sounds are actually synced instead of random groaning, which is rare as hell in these games. I also like that they let Jen switch from shy to needy, grabbing Paula, riding her, using that thick cock like she’s trying to earn a lifetime discount. Apartment itself becomes part of the scene: table edges, sofa back, wall mirror that shows Paula pounding her from behind while Jen’s big breasts smack against the glass. It’s short, yeah, and it pretends to be a "visual novel" but you barely have any choices and I kinda hate that, but then Paula is kissing Jen’s neck while sliding inside her again and my brain just turns into white noise. There is this small moment after they cum, where Jen looks totally ruined and happy, lying half on the couch, half on Paula’s chest, and you can almost hear her thinking, "yeah, I’m definitely not paying full rent for this place."

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.