Calendar-wise, this one is absolutely a messy fantasy for that awkward “post-Christmas, pre-New-Year, I hate my family and want orc dick” week. You boot it up thinking, alright, some generic elf revenge story, I’ll tab out to Twitter every five minutes. Then the game throws this skinny, pissed-off sorcerer elf prince at you, Xareth, with this permanent “I’m better than everyone” face, and literally ten minutes later he’s getting his ass grabbed by a mountain of green muscle in a fur loincloth, and suddenly you’re not checking your phone anymore. It starts like political drama, father dethroned, kingdom stolen by some scammer king, blabla, royal duty, magic training, all that, and then out of nowhere you’re crouched behind a rock, watching orcs train shirtless, sweaty, slamming into each other like a gay rugby team that lost their clothes. And the game is just like, yeah, you can stare. Or walk up. Or grope. No explanation, no moral questions, just “do you want the big orc, the bigger orc, or the scarred orc that definitely knows five ways to rearrange your spine during anal”.

What I love and hate is how it pretends to be serious story one second, then goes full horny chaos the next. There’s this scene where you sneak into the orc camp as a “diplomat” and you’re trying to talk politics, like, “help me take back my throne,” and the chieftain is only half listening because he’s staring at Xareth’s ass. You get a dialogue choice: keep talking strategy, or let him “inspect the merchandise.” I picked strategy, because I’m boring, and he still grabbed Xareth, pushed him over some crude wooden table, and started fingering him from behind while discussing battle routes. It’s stupid and hot at the same time. The camera lingers way too long on how Xareth is trying to keep a straight face while getting stretched open, his hand shaking over the war map. And the worst part, I laughed, because the music is still trying to sound epic while you’re basically doing backroom porn with flags and torches. The oral scenes are rough too, like, not “cute blowjob,” more “orc uses your throat like it’s a warm sleeve,” especially in that group sex bath event where Xareth ends up kneeling between two orcs, one in his mouth, one ramming him from behind, and another one just… watching? For no reason? And I swear the watcher was the hottest. Or not. I keep changing my mind about that guy. Anyway, there’s also this sudden interracial monster encounter in a forest cave, where some corrupted beast-thing corners Xareth, and you’re like “ah cool, boss fight,” then the combat fades out and it shoves him against the rocks, claws tracing his muscles, and the game goes, “Do you resist, or see what happens?” and at that point I just accepted that this world runs on cum instead of logic. Twitter crashed on my phone during that scene and I forgot to open it again.

It leans hard into the whole “muscle orc, slender elf” contrast, which normally I’m kinda tired of, but here they play with it enough to keep it alive. There’s an early campfire scene where Xareth is pretending he’s in control, trying to negotiate which tribe will support him, and this broad-shouldered orc with big tusks just sits behind him, wraps one arm around that tiny waist and starts palming his cock through his robes, casual as hell, like it’s normal diplomacy. Xareth still talks about alliances while his voice gets shakier, and the text actually reacts to how long you let it go before you pick a choice. I got distracted scrolling Discord during that, came back, and the game was describing how wet his ass already was just from grinding on the orc’s thigh. I complained to myself about the font in the dialogue box not matching the vibe, and then immediately forgot about it because suddenly there’s multiple penetration in a war tent, with two orcs sandwiching him, one in his ass, one pushing into his mouth, and a third guy holding his hair and making him look each of them in the eye while they fuck him. That scene actually made me pause to drink water. Not because of the intensity, but because I kept trying to see if Xareth was still pretending to be prince or just fully orc cumdump already. The game never really decides, and honestly I like that. Or I don’t. Depends on which route I clicked last. There’s a late-game bit where you finally march against the fake king, and on the way there, instead of big speeches, you’re in the back of a wagon, sprawled over an orc’s lap, getting lazy morning anal while another guy feeds you fruit and his fingers “accidentally” slip into your mouth. I wanted more political intrigue there, but then the camera showed this ridiculous close-up of Xareth’s big ass bouncing with every thrust and yeah, alright, fine, happy holidays to me.

Summer at a film studio sounds cute until you’re the only clueless guy dropped right in the middle of everyone’s dirty little secrets and fake smiles. In this VN you’re a young dude who thinks he’s just going to chill with his best friend, maybe flirt a bit, maybe finally figure out what the hell he wants. Instead, the whole place feels like a crime scene wrapped in a gossip column. One ugly incident happens early on and from there the story starts twisting: every actor, every director, every assistant with a perfect jawline suddenly has something to hide, and your dick and your moral compass are never really pointing in the same direction. It’s very “I want to trust you while you’re fucking me against the dressing-room mirror, but also did you ruin my life yesterday?”

What I liked first is how soft the game pretends to be. Colors, outfits, that glamorous showbiz vibe, all very pretty and romantic. The MC is this slightly confused but not dumb guy, and the cast is full of men who would look perfect on some Instagram Explore page. At the start I really thought it would stay in that sweet boy-love lane: tender kisses behind the trailers, shy confessions, a bit of hand-holding on the red carpet, that kind of thing. Then the corruption side slowly slides in and it changes the taste of everything. Suddenly that sweet producer who bought you coffee is pushing you to use your body for information, the golden-boy actor is happy to bend you over a script table if it helps keep his secrets safe, and a “romantic date” can easily turn into you being used as leverage in some nasty studio game. Sex scenes can be affectionate and slow, but some routes lean into power play and manipulation, where you feel yourself giving in, scene after scene, to guys who know exactly which button to press, both emotional and physical. I adore this, and I kind of hate it. Sometimes the writing hits really intimate and raw, and other times it feels like it is teasing something darker but stops just before getting truly messy. The corruption is strong on the emotional side, less so on the body-breaking side, and I’m greedy, I wanted more moral rot.

The dating sim part has that old Ren’Py brain feel where you start counting choices in your head while pretending you’re not. You’re juggling conversations, saying the “right” bullshit in interviews, choosing who you trust after some dramatic reveal, and half of the time you’re thinking with your cock, half with paranoia. I had one path where I tried to stay loyal to one guy and it still ended in this bittersweet, almost cruel way, and then another run where I was basically a slut with a notebook, fucking my way up and down the call sheet to squeeze clues out of people. That second run actually gave me one of the softer endings, which pissed me off but also made me weirdly happy. Some endings feel romantic and hopeful, some are just like “congrats, you survived and you’re a little broken now”, which, in a game about show business, feels just right. There is at least one moment where you’re fully naked in a dressing room, getting pinned to the wall by a guy you definitely should not trust, and the only thing between “good” and “bad” ending is whether you whisper what he wants to hear while he’s inside you. That tiny choice feels much bigger than all the dramatic speeches. If you want to squeeze everything out of this game, you kind of have to lean into that, replay scenes, deliberately pick the jealous, needy, or whorish option, even when you know it will hurt your nice-boy image. Let the MC be a little trash, let him be in love with the wrong man, let him say “yes” when any sane person would say “no”, and the story suddenly opens up in ways that feel uncomfortably real and very, very hot.

War in this game doesn’t feel clean at all. Everything is humming, buzzing, a little wrong, like the whole space station is breathing slow and wet around you. You’re tossed into Alexis’ head right after this lunar mess, and the world around him is all hard metal, cold corridors, alarms that whine in the background while the camera just lingers too long on another guy’s neck, his jaw, the way sweat slides down under the collar of a uniform that’s clearly one size too tight on purpose. It’s funny, because the story pretends to care about strategy meetings and patrol routes and alien intel, but the real action is in those tiny pauses when Osman leans a bit too close, when Evan’s voice drops for no reason, when Leon looks like he wants to punch a wall or kiss it. There’s this low constant echo in the sound design, just a little reverb on footsteps and doors, and somehow it makes every quiet conversation feel like it’s happening in a hidden corner where you’re not supposed to be, but you stay, because of course you stay.

First time you get Alexis alone in the barracks, the game lets you click around useless shit, like his datapad, the locker, the stupid little plant that somehow survived an alien invasion. I spent way too long poking that plant. It wiggles in this pathetic way and doesn’t matter at all, but I kept expecting it to do something horny. It never does. Anyway, the real heat starts when Osman shows up with that lazy grin and sits on the edge of the bed, and the music just drops to this slow, pulsing beat that feels like it’s syncing with your pulse… or lower. There’s no silly fade out when things get explicit. You actually hear belts, zippers, the soft thud of bodies against the mattress, the little breath Alexis sucks in when fingers go somewhere new. The choices here aren’t explained much. You get lines like “Push him further” or “Hold back” and you’re just thrown into it. Sometimes the “gentle” option leads to Alexis getting his throat fucked rough, and the “aggressive” one just turns into a desperate cuddle against a bulkhead after a mission. That messy, not-quite-logical reaction of the game feels actually honest, like sex after trauma isn’t neat or predictable, it’s all over the place.

The sci-fi side is weirdly intimate too. You’re on this ship in the middle of nowhere, “protecting mankind”, but really you’re just watching horny soldiers try to forget everything for a while. A briefing room scene with Leon starts as a boring report about alien movements, then your choice to “reassure him” ends with his hand on your throat, pushing you back into the commander’s chair, the big holographic map of the war flickering calmly while he grinds against you, still half in uniform, half undone, like the galaxy can wait while he ruts. Later with Evan, you’re supposed to be calibrating some scanner, but the game keeps letting your eyes drift down to his crotch, his tailbone, the hint of muscle under the suit. The interface even tilts a bit, like Alexis is losing focus. There’s this one shot where the window shows the dark of space, a slow blue flare of some distant thing, and in front of it you just see their silhouettes, one guy on his knees, the other bracing against the console, sounds of sloppy head mixing with the quiet hum of the ship. It’s hot, but also kind of sad, and then suddenly it’s funny again because a random alert pops and you both have to scramble, dripping, to act like nothing happened. It’s clumsy, horny, sometimes too slow, sometimes it rushes you right into a scene where you’re pressed between two bodies and a cold wall, and none of it feels polished. Which is exactly why it sticks in your mind when you close the browser and realize you still hear that low ship hum in your ears, together with the little broken noises Alexis makes when someone finally pushes him way past what he thought he wanted.