Guy stuck in some shitty future office job, numbing himself with Spotify and porn on second monitor, then boom, random email: “hey, you own an entire tropical archipelago now.” I mean sure, obvious scam, but in this story it’s actually real, and he just goes. No hesitation, no lawyer, just “ok, I’m a rich island master now, cool.” I kinda love how fast it throws you into the fantasy. One minute you’re surrounded by concrete and neon, next minute you land on this ridiculous paradise full of wet sand, wet skin, wet everything, and this insanely classy woman meets you at the dock, calls you “Master” with that calm, trained smile that already screams “I know exactly how to make you break all your morals.” She’s hot in that hentai office-lady way, big tits pressed into a too-tight outfit, acting all professional while clearly ready to bend the rules and probably her spine.

The structure is visual novel style, but it sneaks in management stuff so you’re not just clicking next text like a zombie. You’re technically running this island group, investing money, deciding what buildings to put, who works where. And every “responsible” choice somehow leads to more perversion. Upgrade a facility? Suddenly there’s a scene where your staff are “celebrating” in your private villa with their clothes on the floor and their legs open. Got a research lab? They’re not studying fish, they’re testing this creepy futuristic machine that can mess with memories and lust. I swear the first time I used it on that shy girl who kept blushing and covering her chest, I was like “ok this is fucked up” and then five clicks later I’m watching her grind on a metal frame, moaning your name, eyes glazed, while the machine slowly strips away her resistance. The game really leans into corruption, like not just “she likes sex now,” but watching her go from normal worker to addicted slut who peeks at camera feeds and fingers herself while spying on other couples.

Sex scenes don’t stay one-on-one for long. The moment the island economy starts running, you basically become this horny overlord scheduling meetings that end in group sex. There’s this one beach party where you pretend it’s some celebration of progress, but really it’s just an excuse to watch them drunk on sun and lust, bodies all over the sand, a messy mix of big asses bouncing, big boobs slapping, two girls sharing your cock while a third rides your face. Sometimes there’s a monster angle too, like the tech or weird creatures from the ocean getting involved, tentacle-ish stuff that feels half sci fi, half wet dream, and the girls go from fear to obsession so fast it’s almost funny. Also, the voyeur angle is strong as hell. You unlock hidden cameras in showers, staff rooms, even the lab. One time I opened the cam menu on my phone on the subway and forgot volume, and suddenly this girl is on screen getting railed against a glass wall, moaning so hard people looked at me. I pretended it was TikTok but yeah, no one believed that. Anyway, the romance part is there if you want to pretend you care, you can pick favorites, take them on “dates” under the palm trees, tell them sweet things, then order them to kneel in the sand and swallow everything like good pets. The game lets you be as soft or as much of a manipulative bastard as you want, but it always comes back to the same thing: you’re the master of this sunny little sex factory, and every pretty thing on that island is one decision away from being on her knees or on a machine, moaning your name like it’s the only word she remembers.

Alex isn’t some blank-slate hero. He’s tired, horny, confused, and still stupidly in love with his wife. The game throws you right into his messages, like you’re scrolling through someone’s private phone. Julia’s texts feel too real - half sweet, half cold - and when she starts posting those late-night blog updates, you can’t help but dig deeper. There’s that sick thrill of spying on someone you shouldn’t, mixed with the ache of wanting her back. You’ll find yourself switching between guilt and arousal faster than you can type a reply. It’s voyeurism wrapped in heartbreak, and it hits harder than expected.

The choices don’t just flip a switch - they twist the knife. One moment you’re convincing her to talk, the next you’re watching her “experiment” with another man while you pretend it’s fine. The game doesn’t hold your hand; it lets you drown in your own jealousy or curiosity. The sandbox bits let you chase different routes: rebuild what’s broken, open the door to other lovers, or just spiral into full-blown NTR madness. And yeah, the sex scenes go all in - no fade-to-black bullshit. Julia’s moans sound like confessions, not performances. Sometimes she’s teasing through the camera, sometimes begging, sometimes letting someone else touch her while you watch, and it’s messy and hot and awful in the best way.

What really got me though was how alive everyone feels. Chad’s that idiot friend who somehow gives good advice between dick jokes. The twins show up later and completely derail any moral compass you thought you had. Monster girls, MILFs, even a shy lesbian side route - it’s all there, tangled in one big horny emotional disaster. The writing swings from romantic to filthy without warning, and I kinda love that. It’s not polished, not safe, but damn if it doesn’t feel human. You’ll hate yourself for caring, then get off anyway.

The whole thing feels like someone took a trashy discipline fetish manga, threw it on a lonely island, and then accidentally added a half-decent management sim on top. You play as the guy in charge of one of those “special education” facilities where all the washed out students get dumped. On paper it sounds kind of dry, but this place is basically a pressure cooker full of horny, pissed-off young adults who think they’re too old to be treated like schoolkids… and you are exactly there to prove they’re wrong. They sign forms, they pretend they have rights, and then you walk them into a “classroom” that looks more like a club backroom with cameras on every wall and a stage that absolutely isn’t for PowerPoint.

What hit me first is how quickly the tone swings from fake-official to filthy. One moment the game is talking about attendance and study plans, next you’re dragging a lazy student out in front of the others and telling her she can either pass her “oral exam” or spend the night in public detention. There was this scene where I cranked her “obedience level” too fast in the management screen and suddenly the next event had her standing on a table, collar on, being ordered to strip while the rest of the class watches and “takes notes”. The CG there is ridiculous in the best way: her face trying to look tough, body already betraying her, skirt around her ankles and the teacher’s hand sliding up between her cheeks like it’s the most normal thing in the world. They really lean into humiliation, not soft, not romantic, just raw “you’re ours now” energy, especially when other students are forced to watch and join in. It’s not even subtle voyeur stuff; half the time the door is wide open and there’s a security camera light blinking in the corner like a bored pervert.

The management layer is half shallow, half weirdly addictive. You juggle class schedules, “special programs”, budgets, all that. Send this girl to “disciplinary counseling”, throw that one to the group “practice session” in the gym, mark another for a private “consultation” in the teacher’s lounge where the couch is obviously not for sitting. Some days you’re basically running a porn studio disguised as a remedial school. Raise her corruption stat and suddenly she volunteers to bend over the teacher’s desk while two other students hold her wrists, pretending it’s extra credit for teamwork. Push it higher and she’s the one dragging a shy new girl into a locker room, groping her through a half-unbuttoned uniform while laughing too loud because she knows the security staff is watching through that tinted window. I liked how sometimes an event kicks in that you didn’t plan at all, like walking past a classroom and catching a bunch of students “rehearsing” a strip show with desks pushed to the side. You can barge in and take control, or just sit in the dark behind the one-way glass and quietly crank the voyeur options higher. It’s messy, it’s inconsistent, some scenes feel copy-pasted and one of the UI buttons annoyed me so much I kept clicking the wrong thing, but then you hit a night scene where the whole class is lined up on the rooftop, collars glinting in the city lights, getting inspected one by one, and yeah. This game knows exactly what kind of rotten little island it wants to be.

This one feels like you woke up in some cheap fantasy hentai, but everyone accidentally got way more backstory than expected. You start as the usual dude with too many women orbiting him, but the moment that witch girl walks into your house, the whole family vibe flips. She’s all mysterious and smug, pretending she’s just passing by, and five minutes later she is basically tangled in the daily life of your mother, your sisters, those twins who are a bit too touchy for “just siblings”, and even that MILF neighbor who keeps bending over right in front of the window like she’s doing an OnlyFans preview. The game leans hard into the first person stuff, like it really wants you to feel that she is staring straight into your eyes when she jerks you off slowly, whispering about “changing fate” while your cock is the only thing actually changing. And the magic? Mostly an excuse to have girls flashing tits at the worst possible time, teleporting into bathrooms, and “accidentally” mind controlling someone into stripping in the living room while the rest of the family walks past.

Sex scenes hit that messy, not-romantic-at-all mood I like. First blowjob with the witch is not some clean, perfect porn thing. She gags a little, drool everywhere, her mascara almost running, and she keeps looking up with that crazed ahegao face like she’s half drunk on cum and half trying to see your future in your dick. There is this group moment later, where the twins corner you in the hallway, one pressing your hand on her ass while the other slowly guides your cock between her thighs, using her body like a warm toy. They tease you to pick who gets the creampie, but of course the game is a tease too and drags it out, tossing in the witch spying from the stairs. She pretends she is just “observing destinies” while fingering herself. That scene stuck in my head, mostly because of how fucked it gets when the camera stays glued to your POV and you only catch glimpses of boobs and asses around you, like a chaotic harem storm. Also, the sound sliders are a small thing, but cranking up the moans and lowering the text box opacity on my phone felt oddly satisfying. I was playing on Android Chrome, half-screened while fake-working on Google Sheets, and I almost tapped the wrong window when one of the girls started yelling your name during anal. Still a bit annoying you need to pause and dig into the menu for the gallery, but then you open it and realize you already missed two scenes because you picked the “nice” option earlier. Fate is a bitch, yeah, but that’s kind of the point here. Everyone smiles, flirts, jokes, you think it’s all comfy romance, and then the story drops some darker hint about people dying in other timelines and you suddenly notice how clingy the witch is, how she talks about “keeping you” like you’re a pet. Sex keeps getting hotter, more daring, more exhibitionist stuff, peeking on girls masturbating through cracked doors, titfucking in the kitchen while someone walks by behind the frosted glass. The more the harem grows, the more it feels like you are walking toward a bad end that will taste amazing going down. Honestly, if this game doesn’t end in tears, curses and a broken family, I’ll be a little disappointed.

You start as the new star on campus, all eyes glued to you before you even make a shot. The gym smells like sweat and ambition, but that’s not what gets your pulse up. It’s the way she looks at you - your stepmother, or maybe just “mom” in name only - her curves wrapped tight in silk that doesn’t belong anywhere near family dinners. The game doesn’t waste time pretending it’s about basketball. It’s about temptation, power, and how quickly both can slip through your fingers when every woman around you wants to see how far you’ll go. One minute you’re practicing free throws, the next you’re pressed against the locker room wall, her breath hot on your neck while she whispers things that shouldn’t sound so good coming from her mouth.

The world here feels too real sometimes. Every touch has weight, every moan sounds like someone losing control for real. Even the smaller moments - like catching your roommate’s girlfriend watching you change, or the dean’s wife brushing her thigh against yours during a meeting - carry this slow, electric tension that builds until it breaks. And when it breaks, it’s messy. Hands gripping, tongues exploring, skin slick with sweat. You’ll find yourself caught between guilt and hunger more than once, especially when the story starts twisting into places you didn’t expect: voyeurism that turns mutual, cheating that doesn’t feel wrong anymore, and those scenes where everyone ends up tangled together, gasping, laughing, covered in each other.

It’s not shy about what it is. The animation lingers too long on trembling lips, on the soft give of flesh, on the little noises people make when they forget they’re being watched. Sometimes it’s tender, sometimes filthy, sometimes both in the same second. You’ll think you’re in control, choosing who to seduce, but the game keeps pulling you deeper, making you question whether you’re chasing love, lust, or just the thrill of being wanted by everyone at once.

Guy wakes up with a shit childhood behind him and suddenly everyone expects him to be normal, go to school, run a cafe and not stare at every pair of tits that walks past the counter. That’s the basic mood. You’re this dude trying to turn a tiny, half-broken cafe into something real, while your last year of school keeps tripping you up. And every girl that drifts into your orbit somehow ends up tangled in this weird mix of “aww that’s cute” and “why am I hard again, she just asked for coffee.” It starts soft: shy schoolgirl staying late to “help you close,” the older teacher pretending she’s only here to grade your project, the milf landlord who leans just a bit too far over the table when she’s talking about rent. It feels like a normal dating sim for a bit. Flirty texts, small talks, wiping tables, brushing against hips “by accident,” sucking glances at cleavage when they think you’re busy with the espresso machine. Then the game decides that if you’re going to be the man of this place, you’re going to really be the man.

Once the switch flips, it leans into wholesome but very clear male domination. Not angry, not cruel, more like “you’re mine now, isn’t that what you wanted?” and all the girls kinda melt into it. One moment you’re correcting a girl’s homework, next she’s on her knees between your legs in the back room, mouth full of cock, trying not to choke while students walk by outside the door. You’re teaching them “discipline” in your own way: spanking a bratty classmate bent over a cafe chair after closing, slow and deliberate hits on her ass until she stops talking back and just whimpers into the cushion. There’s this cute thing where a virgin girl keeps pretending she’s fine with just teasing, sitting on your lap, grinding on you through your pants while she serves customers, but her panties get soaked and eventually you just drag her into the storage room and fuck her properly, condom forgotten, her first time ending with you buried deep and creampie dripping down her thighs while she clings to your shirt and calls you sir. It tries really hard to be romantic but then you’re groping her boobs in the walk-in fridge with the milk cartons.

What works a lot better than I expected is how the cafe becomes this base of operations for your whole harem. At first it’s one-on-one scenes, but once they all start knowing about each other it shifts into this messy, horny family energy. Girls teasing each other behind the counter, one of them flashing her big tits from under the apron because she lost a bet, another one kneeling to give you a quick handjob under the table while you pretend to check the accounts on your phone. Group scenes escalate fast: you’ve got two girls on their knees sharing your cock, taking turns swallowing, spit strings everywhere, while a third straddles your face on a cafe sofa. Somebody always has a big ass bouncing on you, somebody else is spreading herself on the counter like she’s today’s special, and half the fun is that they’re all kind of exhibitionists at heart. Curtains not fully closed, door not really locked, a student walking past the windows while you’re pumping into a girl from behind, her tits pressed to the glass, fogging it up. The “slave” angle is there, but it feels more like they’re eager pets than broken toys. They wear collars under their school uniforms, hide marks from your spanking under long skirts, call you master with this embarrassing blush that makes it even hotter. There are a few weird tiny annoyances, like how one girl’s expression in a serious BDSM scene looks more like she smelled something bad than like she’s turned on, and once a looping animation just kept going a bit too long and killed the mood, but then another scene hits where you’ve got your whole harem in the closed cafe at night, every chair pushed aside, girls on tables and floor, moaning, cum on lips and bellies, and yeah, you kinda forget you were supposed to care about anything else.

Fresh out of college, the guy you play is already a mess. He runs back to his old hometown, this creepy but kinda cozy fantasy place that looks normal at first, then slowly shows all the freak shit going on behind every cute storefront. The story pretends it’s about “family secrets” and “what your parents did,” but honestly it’s about you wandering around town, flirting with anything that breathes and a few things that probably shouldn’t. One minute you’re talking to a sweet girl at the café, next minute you’re spying on twins making out in a dark alley, then suddenly there’s a monster girl with horns asking if you’re “good with your hands.” The game lets you approach stuff at your own pace like a sandbox, so you can ignore the heavy plot for a while and just chase thick asses and big tits whenever you feel like it. There was a point where I followed a milf NPC just because her hips were animated like some TikTok thirst trap, ended up watching her strip in front of a window while another character across the street masturbated to it, and the game literally rewarded me for standing there like a perv. That moment sold me more than any “main quest.”

The POV angle really helps with the dirty parts. When a girl drops to her knees and unzips you for a messy blowjob, it’s right in your face, sloppy sounds and all, like some Pornhub clip but actually framed with decent camera work. Ahegao isn’t used all the time, but when it hits, it hits hard: eyes rolled back, tongue out, your dick buried deep while her ass bounces against your hips and you can actually see her trying to keep her voice down so people in the next room don’t hear. There is this one scene where you’ve been teasing a shy bookworm for a while, sending her risky texts on her phone, forcing her to masturbate in her bedroom with the curtains half open, and you just watch from the street like a creeper. She starts with fingers, then you text her to use a toy, then to angle her phone so you see everything. Total power trip. It doesn’t stop at solo stuff either. Group sex shows up pretty early if you’re curious enough: a drunk party that escalates into you sandwiched between two girls on the couch, one riding your face while the other grinds on your cock, and if you pushed the right dialogue before, they end up kissing each other around you, taking turns with your shaft and sharing spit. Some scenes slide into proper harem territory, like when you basically collect girls around town and end up with three of them in your bed, each fighting for your attention, one going anal, one taking you in her mouth, one sitting on your chest moaning like she’s in some budget anime.

What I like is how the “romance” side actually exists but gets drowned in filth the moment you decide to be a bit rough. You can treat a character sweet, spend days chatting and slowly building trust on her phone, then switch into male dom mode and tell her exactly how to touch herself, how deep to take you, how much cum she’s going to swallow, and she just melts. There’s a scene with a milf neighbor where you pretend to be “helping” her around the house, and it starts with innocent touching, your hand sliding on her lower back, then unapologetic groping in the kitchen while she’s pretending to focus on the dishes. She tries to keep it classy, but you push her over the counter, lift her skirt, and fuck her pussy while people are literally walking outside the window. She looks terrified of being caught, but her expression breaks into that dirty ahegao as soon as you go faster. And yeah, anal is there too, not some checkbox thing but properly nasty: one girl makes you warm her up with a handjob and deep kissing first, then sits on your cock slowly, whimpering every time she takes another inch, and you feel it from the inside view. I wish the town itself reacted more to your voyeurism, like more scenes where you accidentally catch lesbians going at it in the locker room or a monster girl taking advantage of some scared citizen in an alley, but whatever, the stuff that is here already gives plenty of reason to sneak around. If you want the most out of it, don’t rush from one obvious sex scene to the next. Linger, stalk characters, check windows at “wrong” moments, push teasing as far as possible before you finally stick it in. Let the game make you feel like you really shouldn’t be watching, then watch anyway.

Free City is trashy in the best way, like that one bar where the floor sticky, the cocktails weak, and somehow you still end up naked in the bathroom with someone you met ten minutes ago. You play this private eye who is supposed to care about some "suicide case," but baby, the man investigating is thirstier than the whole police department. Every time I tried to follow a clue I ended up following a pair of tits instead. And the game knows it. It throws curves at you all the time, big boobs everywhere, big asses trying to distract you while you pretend to be professional. You question a widow, she is crying, mascara running, and two clicks later she is on the couch with her legs open, asking you in that fake innocent voice if you can "comfort" her. Sure, girl, I bring the comfort and the condom. The whole visual novel flow is slow enough to tease, but not that boring otome slow where you need three hours just to see a hand touch. Here, one wrong answer and suddenly you have her on all fours, her ass up, and the screen full of thick cg that looks like it came straight out of someone’s secret folder named "do_not_open". Then you realize she has a husband. Or had. Or has a boyfriend too. Honestly I lost track, because everyone cheating on everyone and I was sitting there sipping my iced coffee like a messy therapist watching a live soap opera.

The best part is how the game keeps pretending it is a serious noir story while you are busy corrupting half the city. One moment you talk about crime, motives, evidence, being all "hard-boiled detective", the next you are balls-deep in some interracial group scene where you forgot why you came there in the first place. There is romance if you want it, that sugary "I care about you" vibe, but the romance quickly turns into "tie me up and spit in my mouth" if you push the right dialogue options. Some of those bdsm scenes come out of nowhere. You flirt a little, do the soft hand touch, then boom, she is naked, wrists bound to the headboard, big tits pressed together with rope, and you decide if you want to be gentle or absolutely ruin her. And sometimes the game just goes, "Oh, you like girls too?" and hands you a lesbian scene with a side of voyeurism, while you stand back like a sleazy director watching two women go from shy kisses to full tongue, fingers, and one of them riding the other’s face until the bedsheets look like a crime scene by themselves. The group sex bits are wild but messy in a fun way, people grabbing whatever body part in reach, someone taking it in the ass while moaning about how they should not be doing this, someone else with cum dripping on their big boobs, and the story still trying to tell you, "hey, remember, murder mystery?" No, babe, I remember her legs shaking when I picked the "harder" option. The only thing that annoyed me was one tiny sound effect during a climax that sounded like someone stirring mac and cheese in a plastic bowl, threw me right out for a second, and now I cannot stop thinking about it. But anyway, every time I thought I would play just a bit and close the tab, suddenly I am six choices deep into another affair, lying to one character while fucking another in an alley, my detective morally bankrupt and my browser history screaming help.

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.”