Prince Aetrian looks like one of those guys who has everything. Soft bed, soft clothes, soft hands that never touched anything rougher than a book or Jarrod’s hair. He’s the golden boy of Eldrark, raised on fancy rules and “proper duty” and all that royal crap, and he’s already accepted that one day he’s going to wear the crown and play the perfect ruler. The funny part is, the one thing that really matters to him isn’t the crown at all, it’s his servant. Jarrod. The guy who follows him around, cleans up his mess, knows exactly how he looks when he’s angry, or horny, or scared, and still calls him “my prince” like it means something private. The game just throws you into their little bubble of comfort, then casually says, nah, fuck that, we’re changing everything now, hope you’re attached to this world, because it’s about to twist.

The whole thing is a kinetic novel so you’re not here to “min-max routes” or whatever, you’re basically sitting in the back of their heads while shit happens to them. It’s short, so the story hits fast. One moment Aetrian is passing as the obedient royal son who tries really hard not to stare too long at his own servant’s chest when he’s changing clothes, next moment he’s stuck in a situation where pretending not to be in love with Jarrod makes absolutely no sense. There’s this quiet scene where Aetrian is supposed to be studying and Jarrod is nearby, pretending to dust shelves, and the sexual tension is like, thick, and stupid. Aetrian fingers the edge of a page like he wants it to be skin instead, and Jarrod is carefully avoiding eye contact, but you can tell he’s memorized every inch of the prince’s body under those layers. When it finally slips from long looks and careful touches into actual hands on skin, it feels messy and honest, not like porn logic. You get slow, teasing strokes, the kind of handjob where one of them is trying to stay quiet because there’s a door not far away and someone could walk in. There’s a point where Aetrian bites down hard on his own knuckles while Jarrod jerks him off, trying not to moan his name too loud, and I swear I could feel that nervous, needy energy in my own throat. The first time Aetrian pushes in and doesn’t pull out, it’s not some grand declaration, it’s more like, “I can’t let you go, not anywhere, not even out of my body,” and yeah, the creampie is more emotional than it has any right to be in a furry fantasy story.

What I really liked is that their relationship actually feels queer in a good way, not some fake “no homo” fake-out. It’s two guys who know exactly what they’re risking by wanting each other and they still do it. You get those tiny moments where Jarrod’s hand lingers on Aetrian’s shoulder a bit too long, where Aetrian watches the way Jarrod’s tail moves when he’s nervous, and it’s not joked away. It’s romantic and horny at the same time, like, “I want to fuck you, but also I’d die if anything happened to you,” and both are true in the same breath. The world itself feels like it has depth without shoving lore down your throat. Names of other places and stories pop up and you just feel like, okay, this kingdom has history, there are other tales happening in the background, but right now, in this story, it’s just these two idiots trying to hold onto each other while fate yanks the rug. I kind of wish there was one more scene of them just being dumb and domestic after everything explodes, like Aetrian trying to make breakfast and failing while Jarrod laughs, but that’s probably not happening. The art has that soft 2D style that fits the mood, not super glossy, not ugly either, just cozy in a slightly awkward way, like a sketchbook that got horny and sentimental at the same time. The only thing that pissed me off is that one outfit Aetrian wears that looks like it’d take ten minutes just to unbutton before you can even touch his chest properly, and they never bother to change it. If you go in hoping to spam choices, you’ll be disappointed, but if you just let the story wash over you and enjoy every stolen look, every shaky breath, every sticky, possessive finish that says “you’re mine,” it’s a pretty sweet, filthy little fantasy to get lost in for a while.

You close your eyes in your boring bedroom and open them in the kind of fever dream only people who stayed too long on hentai subreddits would recognize. Floor’s not even yours. Gravity feels slightly drunk. There’s a catgirl kneeling on your chest like you’re furniture, tail flicking over your mouth while she argues with a floating robot about whether you count as “property” or “partner.” She’s wearing this half-assed cosplay mashup that looks like someone tried to mix maid uniform with battle gear and gave up halfway. She keeps “testing” your reactions. Fingers tracing your crotch through your pants, nails dragging just a bit too slow, telling the robot to record your pulse when she gropes you. She keeps saying it’s “for science” but she’s grinding on your thigh while she says it, so yeah. Science with nipple clamps and a collar.

The game plays like some horny sandbox dating sim that drank too much sci-fi and shonen anime. You wander a weird city that looks medieval if you squint, until a neon sign pops up over an elf brothel and ruins the illusion. There’s monster girls tending stalls and they all look at you like you’re a walking virgin buff. Some of them actually say it. Out loud. One big-titted cyclops girl literally bets you she can make you cum from a handjob without letting you thrust at all, and the game actually locks your inputs and makes you watch her smug face while she squeezes and strokes and slows down right before your bar hits full. She spits on your tip, smirks, denies you on purpose, and then asks if she can tag you as a “denied client” in her app. I swear it felt more humiliating than losing in ranked on Valorant.

What really messed with me was how often the world pretends sex is just another stat. There’s an elf matron who checks your “breeding potential” like she’s scanning a QR code, talks about your balls like they’re gear in an RPG, then drags you behind a curtain and mounts you slow, riding you raw while lecturing you on proper thrust rhythm. She keeps squeezing her pregnant belly against your stomach, milk leaking down on your chest, telling you this is your “future” if you keep signing slave contracts without reading them. Then, same game, you’re in a dirty alley watching two girls in cosplay dom gear spit on a chained-up maid and use her face for practice. One sits on her nose, the other pinches her nipples till she squirts all over the ground, and you don’t even get to join unless you agree to be collared too. The childhood friend with the short hair finds out later, pins you in the wrestling ring, sits on your face and rubs herself all over your mouth while punching your stomach lightly every time you try to breathe, calling you a perv and making you say whose slave you want to be. She keeps pretending she’ll let you cum if you answer “correct,” then pulls away right when you’re twitching, laughing in that half-cruel, half-affectionate way that makes your brain melt.

Group scenes happen so casually it almost feels wrong. You walk into a bathhouse and suddenly there’s a harem of different races arguing over who gets your cock first. One girl wants anal, one wants your mouth, one just wants to milk you with her tits. They line you up, use your body like a shared toy, switch places without asking, and the camera just lingers on wet skin, dripping cum, drooling mouths. A robot hovers overhead and records everything for “research,” again, but secretly you find that same recording in your room later and, yeah, you end up jerking off to your own humiliation. Sometimes the game makes you just watch. A lesbian dom scene behind a glass wall, another girl getting spanked till her ass glows red, then shoved full of a dildo while she cries and smiles at the same time. You can’t help. You can only stare. And worse, the UI tracks how long you watched, and some characters tease you about it later like they saw your browser history. Not gonna lie, some of the animated ahegao faces look stupid as hell, tongues flopping like broken gifs, but then one of them starts squirting on your abs while begging for more and your brain just forgives everything.

I kept wishing they’d at least let me change one stupid tiny thing, like that ugly default collar you get tagged with in the early slave arc, but no, it stays in every sex scene for hours, mocking you quietly. You go from shy virgin to the guy who’s creampied an orc, an elf, a catgirl, and something with too many tentacles, and still that same cheap collar sits on your neck, reminding you you’re never fully in control here. It’s messy, horny, mean, sometimes sweet by accident, like when the pregnant catgirl curls around you in bed, leaking milk on your chest and purring while you lazily finger her and she tries not to moan too loud. Then she ruins the moment, calls the robot, and asks it to replay earlier footage of you getting pegged so she can laugh at your face while you cum again inside her. This whole world feels like that: one long, sweaty joke on you that somehow keeps you hard anyway.

Your adventure begins as you and your seductive partner start running a unique resort tailored to the quirkiest guests imaginable. The catch? Your visitors are the iconic women fighters from well-known video games, their bodies honed through countless battles and intense training.

Think about the raw power and sheer intensity these warriors carry - the kind of stress only endless fights can build up - and how desperately they need a release. Your goal is to keep them content, ensuring nobody leaves your hotel untouched by pleasure.

Alongside you is your dazzling partner, a tempting woman whose presence adds fire to every encounter. Though your partner turns heads, it’s up to you to ensure every customer gets the attention and pleasure they crave.

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Get ready to unleash pent-up frustration through a delicious blend of blowjob tease, skilled handjobs, raging vaginal sex, and intoxicating girl-on-girl liaisons. You’re at the center of a sizzling story where hard-hitting women transform their aggressive energy into primal, sexual release.

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Guy gets killed, goddess feels a bit too soft in the head that day, and suddenly he is respawned in a fantasy world where every moral rule is more suggestion than law. That is basically the frame here: second life, male protagonist, zero experience, gets dropped in a setting full of monster girls and very little clothing. The funny part is how the game pretends to be about “adventure” at first. You walk around, talk to NPCs, click through the usual quests, but after like ten minutes the real loop is clear: wander into some new area, meet some big tit demon girl or thick-ass elf, get railroaded into a situation where she either wants to own you, fuck you, or both. Often all three if you count mind control as a different category, which the game really, really does.

The tone is weird in a good way. The goddess at the start comes across like she is doing charity work, but the world she sends you to is completely horny and mean. You are supposed to be this clueless virgin hero, except half the “quests” end in your dick in someone’s mouth, tits, feet, or pussy. The first time a monster girl puts you on your back and titfucks you while talking about turning you into her personal slave, the game just casually tosses a little dialogue pop up like “Corruption +2” and moves on. No big lesson, no moral, just “yes, you liked that.” Later you hit a brothel with animated scenes where the camera actually spends time on hands jerking you off and heels pressing on your chest while she rides you. At one point you are being milked between thick thighs while the UI reminds you of some heroic main quest you are ignoring completely. I laughed, then clicked “repeat scene.”

What I keep circling back to is how the harem side and the cheating side bump into each other. The game absolutely encourages you to collect girls like Pokémon, but it also slaps “loyalty” on some of them, then gives you mind control tools and expects you not to push it. There is this one scene where your main “good girl” is waiting in a temple, talking about faith and destiny, and you are off in a cave letting a giant-ass lamia wrap you up and stroke you off with her tail, whispering that the goddess only revived you so her pets have something new to break. You get a vaginal scene with her later where she rides you into the ground, calls you her hero, then right after that the game gives a route to make her your obedient slave with a few clicks and a cursed item. It is hot, but also kind of nasty in how casual it treats that shift. And yeah, everyone is huge: big tits everywhere, asses that swallow your hips when they sit on you, animated loops that focus on the little things like toes rubbing your shaft before the footjob actually starts. My academic side wants to rant about power fantasies and consent politics in hentai fantasy worlds, but my horny side was just happy the transitions between scenes are fast and the MC actually talks like a guy losing his mind from constant sex rather than a stoic light novel zombie. If you want to squeeze something out of every spicy moment, best way is to take it slow on first run, say “yes” to the scenes that feel wrong, “no” to a few on purpose, then come back with a walkthrough later and break everyone properly.

Alan is the kind of main guy who feels like one of those “route you always skip in other games” but here you are stuck in his head, staring at spreadsheets while your brain is somewhere else, mostly in Cristina’s panties. He is not some porn hero, he is nice, a bit boring, and that is why the sex hits harder. When you finally get a scene, it feels like both of you were edging inside this relationship for weeks. The game takes its time, almost too much, to make you care about her voice on the phone, those little messages, the way she sends you a playful photo that is not fully nude but your imagination fills the rest. Then later, when you see her body properly, tits soft but heavy, ass that moves when she breathes, it feels wrong and hot at the same time, because you know exactly who is supposed to be touching her and who is actually touching her.

Cristina is living in another city, always tired from teaching kids, trying to stay loyal, and you can feel her slipping. The first blowjob scene is not the filthiest one visually, but the context makes it dirty as hell. She is on her knees, camera framing her face at first, lips wrapping slow around the shaft while she tries to act like this is not a big deal. You see a small jerk of hesitation in the animation, like her brain saying “stop” for half a second, then she leans in deeper and you get this mix of spit and guilt. It is not just “oh wow, deepthroat”, it is “oh fuck, she is doing this for real and it is not you”. They use the animation to show those micro things: fingers clutching the base, her tongue sliding on the underside, little bobbing motion that becomes more eager. And then she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand like it is some regular thing now. That tiny gesture hit me more than the cum shot. By the way, the cum shot could be thicker, but I am picky with that. Also the sound of the bed is a bit too clean, I kept waiting for a squeak that never came and now it lives in my head.

Blake is the classic “roommate who looks harmless till he is not”, and the game loves to let you sit with him too long on the couch. At first you are like, alright, it is just banter, some teasing, hand on shoulder, this kind of stupid friendly groping moment where his fingers stay on her waist one second more than normal. The AI-made CG stuff actually helps here, faces sometimes look slightly off in a way that kind of fits the vibe, like everybody is pretending nothing is happening while their eyes glitch. There is a scene where Cristina is in casual clothes, no naked skin except a bit of cleavage, and Blake brushes past her in the kitchen, his hand clearly pressing on her ass like “oops, sorry”. You know it is not an oops. She freezes, then laughs it off, and you can almost hear her panties getting damp even if she keeps talking about some boring work story. Later, when she lets him slide his hand under her top and squeeze her tits, nipples already hard and poking through the fabric before he even reaches them, it feels like the kitchen touch was the real start. The game plays a dirty trick on you here: you can click choices that look like they will protect the relationship, but they only delay the fucking, not stop it. One branch I took had her giving Blake a slow handjob under a blanket while talking to Alan on voice call, her arm moving in that tiny loop, his cock pulsing in her fist, her voice just a little shaky while she lies through her teeth. It is cruel, and yeah, I hated it, and yeah, I reloaded the save and did it again. Only thing that annoyed me for real is the texting window: sometimes the font jumps a little and it pulls me out, but I still kept checking those messages like a jealous psycho. Anyway, the game never really lets you feel safe, and that is exactly why every kiss, every grope, every time she parts her lips around a dick that is not yours, gets under your skin and stays there.

You wake up in this weird elf city where everyone looks flawless but the whole place is basically sexually frustrated to hell and back. No kids, no pregnancies, just a bunch of long‑lived beauties with tight clothes and fake calm smiles. And then there is you. Dude with magic dick. Not metaphor. Actual plot. Meliara, the elf mage who drags you into this, has that cold, unreadable face and those “I’ve studied forbidden magic for 300 years, now take your pants off” eyes. She talks about destiny and research and rituals like it’s some academic project, while your cock is already the center of the meeting. That mix of serious fantasy vibe and totally shameless breeding talk is what hooked me. It feels like a slow burn, but horny. She’ll stand there with her staff, cloak half open, boobs pushed together just enough to distract, calmly explaining the curse and her plan, and then she asks you how many times you can cum in one night like she’s asking what your favorite color is.

What surprised me is how much time the game lets you just exist in Libon. You’re not just jumping from sex scene to sex scene. You wander this city full of tall, smug elves, monster girls with strange curves in all the right places, older women with that “I’ve seen shit, show me if you can still impress me” attitude. There’s a dating sim layer on top of all the filthy stuff. You talk, pick dialogue options, sometimes say something stupid and piss off an elf guard with huge tits. I liked one moment where I kept teasing this proud warrior elf about her “duty to the city” and she pretended she didn’t care, then one thing led to another and she had her legs wrapped around me, nails digging into my back, telling me to fill her up “for the future of our people.” Super cheesy. I grinned anyway. The game does that a lot, mixing serious lore with completely shameless breeding talk. Sometimes it works, sometimes it’s like watching a fantasy novel strip naked and forget the plot for a while.

The lewd scenes themselves go pretty hard. Big asses pressed against you, soft handjobs turning into desperate riding, elves making those over the top faces when they finally get that thick load inside. There’s this one scene where Meliara is trying to stay in control, doing this almost clinical handjob while asking you about your stamina, and you can either play along with her “experiment” or just grab her hips and ruin her whole plan. I picked the second, obviously. Watching her expression shatter, then her insisting she “needed to evaluate the internal effect” and forcing you to finish inside, that hit that perfect mix of nerdy and filthy for me. Not everything is perfect though. Sometimes conversations drag a bit and you just want to skip straight to the part where somebody gets filled. And the way the city map works annoyed me for no real reason, like I’d always misclick the wrong area and forget what I was trying to do. But when you land in the right place, like stumbling into a quiet bath where a lonely milf elf is soaking and clearly hasn’t been touched properly since the curse started, and she pretends she only wants to “confirm your potential for the ritual” while guiding your cock between her thighs and begging under her breath for you to cum deep inside, that’s when the game really shines. If you play it, take your time with the choices, push the conversations, tease the girls instead of rushing. The payoff hits way harder when that cold, untouchable elf you’ve been flirting with for ages finally spreads her legs and tells you to breed her until the curse means nothing.

Sunshine Bay feels like the kind of place your dick and your conscience go to fight each other. You start as this junior law guy with a “serious future” and a serious girlfriend, Nicole, who’s hot in that smart professional way, but honestly, once you hit the bay she turns into more of a guilty background tab, like a Chrome window you’re too scared to close. Your sister calls you after years apart, begging you to help her keep her hotel alive, and that hotel is where everything quietly goes to hell. One minute you’re learning the ropes of bookings and handling annoying guests, next minute you’re getting your cock teased by a girl who has no idea she’s about two decisions away from a creampie on the lobby couch. Or she knows. Hard to say. People in this game smile with that “I might suck you off later” look and it works way too well.

The sex is filthy in that slow burn way. It doesn’t just throw you into tits and ass in the first five clicks, it crawls under your skin. You’re chatting with a guest about religion over morning coffee, she crosses her legs, sandal slipping off her heel, and two choices later you’ve got her toes wrapped around your shaft under the table. Footjob with the sound of seagulls in the background, like some cursed ASMR. Another path you’re helping a married milf unpack her bags, and she bends at just the right angle, blouse a bit too loose, tits spilling just enough for your brain to shut down. Titfuck in a half-unpacked room, her whispering that her husband doesn’t touch her like that anymore, and you’re just there trying not to cum too fast because the game lets you drag it out. There’s lesbian tension sneaking around too. One moment you’re catching two female guests kissing in the hallway, soft and careful, and if you play it right it turns into a three way where you’re almost an afterthought while they focus on each other, tongues, fingers, the whole thing dripping in front of you while you stroke yourself like a pathetic fanboy.

The twins are what really mess things up. They show up like sunshine with knives. Cute, playful, that “we finish each other’s sentences and maybe your soul” energy. They flirt as a pair, they tease as a pair, one grabbing your hand while the other presses her body against your back in the pool, their wet hair on your shoulders, asking these fake innocent questions about how “serious” Nicole really is to you. And if you give in, it’s not just one pussy, it’s mirrored chaos in your bed, one riding your face while the other sinks down on your cock, moaning in almost sync, and you just know you’re crossing a line you can’t explain on WhatsApp later. There’s interracial scenes tucked in, like this dark-skinned goddess at the bar who dominates the whole place without even raising her voice, and when you end up in her room she pushes you down and takes control without asking, handjob turning into a rough blowjob, her lips shiny, making you hold back until she decides you earn the creampie. On mobile it hits different, by the way, because you’re sitting there on the couch pretending you’re checking Instagram while the screen is filled with animated mouths on your cock, tongues sliding over the tip, your “moral choices” boiling down to whether you pull out or paint someone’s insides. Your sister keeps trusting you. Nicole keeps sending sweet messages. And you keep clicking that one option you know you shouldn’t, just to see who ends up on their knees next.

Game throws you in as this washed-up teacher who clearly should not be allowed near a classroom, and somehow he gets hired again, but only because the academy is freaking broke and needs to squeeze cash out of its spoiled rich girl students. Whole thing is this mix of fake “education” on the surface and degenerate hostess club corruption under it, and it actually works way too well. One minute you are checking grades and pretending to improve their math, next moment you are checking how much they made last night grinding in the club, drunk businessmen tipping them just to watch them bend over. It feels like a school sim that forgot about morality completely and then doubled down on it. The girls start all snobby and useless, all attitude and zero skills, then slowly you push them into working nights, shorter skirts, higher heels, “private” clients. You say it is for the school budget. Sure. I believed that for like five seconds.

What I really liked is how the corruption is snuck in under the usual mobile game routine. You open the game on the bus or on toilet, click around a bit: schedule classes, assign a girl to the VIP room, check club income, reply to a few in-game texts, pretend you are just doing management stuff. Then you suddenly unlock a “special lesson” and now she is choking on your cock in the teachers’ lounge after class, drool everywhere, and the game treats it like some pop-up reward. It feels wrong in this very deliberate way. There is this moment when one of the girls comes to your office pissed because her family found out she is working at night, and you can either comfort her or basically gaslight her into thinking it is hot and empowering to flash her tits for champagne money. I chose the second, obviously. Later she is in the club room, letting some random guy grope her under the table while you watch like some proud coach, and the game just quietly tracks “corruption” like this is a normal stat. No big fanfare, just another bar going up. People complain about grind, but honestly I found myself tapping through the day cycles on my phone half-distracted, then a new scene hits where a girl who was super shy before is now riding you raw in a classroom after school, creampie dripping down her thighs while she talks about exam scores, and suddenly you are very awake again.

The best part is how the girls mix humiliation, money and sex. There is this one where you force a virgin honor student to work her first hostess shift, she is shaking while trying to pour drinks, and the old dude keeps “accidentally” brushing his hand over her ass. You can either pull her out or pretend not to see. If you leave her, next time she is in your office, red face, stammering that she had to give a handjob in the back room so the client would not complain, and she is both ashamed and kind of turned on. She asks you if she did well, like you are some fucked up teacher giving grades on perversion. And the game gives you this choice: pat her head and tell her she is a good little slut, or act “professional” and talk about customer satisfaction. I hate how much I laughed at that. The 3D girls look good when they strip down on stage too, especially when you make them perform for practically empty room just so you can watch from the shadows. But then there is stupid tiny stuff, like the UI buttons being in weird places or the text box covering the tits during key scenes, that annoyed the hell out of me and I kept thinking they would fix it and they just… did not. Also the netorare angle kind of creeps in sideways: you train them, get close, then you send them to wealthy pigs and slowly their messages shift from “teacher, I am scared” to “he paid extra to fuck me bare, isn’t that good for the school?” and you are there, staring at your phone, half hard, half pissed, and still pressing next. Anyway, the game feels trashy, horny, mean and weirdly chill at the same time, like something you open for “just one more day cycle” and then suddenly you are arranging which student will suck cock in the bathroom stall to cover the electricity bill.

Mythos feels like somebody smashed together a late night crime podcast, a horny anime parody and that weird urban legend subreddit you scroll on your phone when you should be sleeping, then sprinkled way too many tits on top and said “yeah, this is fine”. You pick if you’re playing as a guy or a girl right at the start, and it actually matters, not just in “pronoun changed, congrats” way. Some scenes twist a bit depending on your body, who stares at you, who you can seduce, whose hand “accidentally” lands on your ass in the train when the lights flicker and the supernatural stuff leaks through. There is this first big moment where you’re at Lisa’s memorial, staring at a photo of your ex who got murdered in some fucked up way nobody wants to explain, and two completely different types of people hit on you almost at the same time: a smug cop with that “I’m totally abusing my badge” vibe, and this soft spoken girl with huge tits spilling out of a tight uniform that should absolutely not be legal in a public place. The game doesn’t stop to tell you “this is a choice”. It just lets you go horny detective or horny victim or both and quietly tracks who you want to bend you over later.

Sex is not just “reward unlocked, here’s generic bouncing”. You’re running around this fake-modern city where vampires are landlords, tentacle things hang out in dark alleys like drunk ninjas and one busty elf professor keeps “tutoring” you after class, squeezing your thigh while talking about mythology like she isn’t about to slide under the desk and wrap her lips around you. There is a scene at a cheap business hotel during a “vacation” that is not really a vacation. You’re supposed to investigate, but instead you spend half the night pinned against the balcony railing by a frustrated MILF who is technically someone’s wife and technically not human and technically doesn’t give a fuck. She rides you slow while the neon signs below blink and you can choose if you pull out or let her take every drop and feel that messy creampie drip down her inner thighs while she laughs and calls you a good little snack. Later the same day, basically in the same clothes, the story casually throws you into this awful netorare-ish angle where you watch through a half open door as a different woman you got close to is getting pounded by some supernatural asshole with a cock way bigger than yours. The game lets you peek, or walk away, or join and turn it into harem chaos. If you stay hidden, you see her begging for more, getting titfucked until her face is glazed and you can’t decide if you hate her, hate yourself, or just want in. And that mood, that messy mix of comedy, jealousy, horror and “fuck it, let’s suck his balls too”, that’s pretty much Mythos all the way through, jumping between murder clues, meme jokes, romance sweetness, corruption temptations and stupidly hot tentacle scenes in the dark where you swear you’re still solving a case while something slimy is filling your ass and your mouth at the same time.