Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

She’s the type of woman who walks into a lecture hall and the air just changes. Not because she’s loud - she doesn’t need to be. Her voice is low, deliberate, the kind that makes you lean in without realizing. Professor Reed doesn’t smile much, but when she does it’s never for you… until you start noticing that tiny hesitation in her tone when she calls your name. The game never rushes that tension; it lets it build and twist. Every talk in her office feels like a test you weren’t told about - intellectual, but charged as hell. The longer you stay in her orbit, the more it’s clear that she’s not as cold as she wants to be. That’s when the corruption starts creeping in, slow and almost polite at first.

There’s something really addictive about how it turns academic power games into foreplay. The writing doesn’t hold your hand - one minute you’re discussing ethics and the next you’re pulling her hair as she moans your name like it’s the only thing left she believes in. It’s not just sex scenes thrown at you (though yeah, there are plenty and they’re filthy). It’s the weird emotional rhythm between dominance and tenderness that makes everything hit harder. Her reactions - when she finally lets go, when the control slips - feel earned. Even the sandbox parts, where you can experiment a bit with how far you push her or yourself, somehow make the story more intimate instead of just checklist porn. You get to decide whether she’s your lover, your toy, or something in between.

And yeah, it’s graphic as fuck: messy titjobs that turn into handjobs that end in warm creampies on her perfect skin, moments of exhibitionism where she wants to be seen but hates that she wants it, and those rare flashes of romance that mess with your head more than any blowjob could. I found myself half turned on, half curious about how far she’d fall - or maybe how far I’d drag her down. It’s dirty, but not dumb about it. Like watching someone unbutton their soul, one button too late.

The guy in this game is basically the family dog that learned how to walk and fuck. For three years he runs around doing everything for his wife’s people, and they still treat him like trash. That bitter, stuck feeling is the main flavor here. You start as this useless-feeling husband who everybody orders around, and little by little the game lets you poke behind the polite mask of this “respectable” family. The dev clearly loves slow corruption, because at the start you’re just clicking through chores, errands, boring stuff, and then little cracks appear: a sister-in-law caught half naked in a room she’s “cleaning”, a mother-in-law having late-night “talks” on the phone, your wife acting tired but somehow always dressed like she expects someone else. It looks like a regular house, normal town, all that, but the vibe is more like you walked into a porn shoot where everyone forgot to stop lying.

Since it’s a sandbox, you wander a lot. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s just you walking from one room to another like an idiot because you forgot where the kitchen is. You open the wrong door and boom, animated scene of your wife on her knees, hand wrapped around some guy’s cock, acting like she never even heard your name. The game makes you watch, not in a quick cutscene, but in this low, humiliating, drawn-out way. You can click around, peek from different spots, try to confront, or just swallow it and pretend. The “point and click” stuff actually helps the netorare hit harder, because you’re the one guiding him into his own misery. One minute you’re doing some dumb quest to earn a bit of money, and the next you come back and she’s moaning on the couch, tits bouncing in this really shameless 3D animation, while the family just pretends nothing weird is going on. Well, except they sometimes watch too, because nobody here is normal.

Prostitution creeps in slowly. You’re already used to being treated like a tool, so when the game gives you the option to rent out your wife’s body, or help certain “family members” make extra cash, it doesn’t even feel that strange anymore. That’s probably the most fucked up part: you kind of slide into it. You go from “no way” to “ok, just once” to arranging her meeting with some fat old guy at a hotel, then walking home alone. There are quests tied to this, of course, with money rewards, item unlocks, new CGs, all that. The 3D scenes are actually pretty good at showing weight and movement, especially when she’s getting pounded hard, tits slapping, his hand on her throat, her trying to keep her voice down because someone’s in the next room. The “family secret” angle is nice too; everyone is hiding something. Some of them are using him, some of them are being used worse than him, and some are enjoying every second of it. I liked how sometimes the MC finally grows a pair and tries to take control during vaginal scenes, really giving it to a girl, and then later the same girl is bouncing on another guy’s dick like it’s her real job. The game hates him and loves him at the same time. I kinda do too.

GUPP die Film feels like someone took a military fetish fever dream, stuffed it into a horny school parody and then just let it spin out of control in the best, trashiest way. You’re glued in POV most of the time, so everything hits very direct: when a futa officer with ridiculous big tits leans over your desk and grabs your cock for a lazy handjob while still talking about “tactics”, it feels messy and personal, not neat. The whole thing pretends to follow some “serious” story about tanks and war and school life, but honestly, the only big battles that matter happen in your pants. I kind of love how it never really decides if it’s a war drama, a dumb comedy, or just a long excuse for you to get drained by a harem of aggressive girls with huge asses who treat your virgin status like a resource to be exploited.

Some moments stick hard. Like the first time you get shoved against a locker by this tall futa commander in a school uniform that clearly doesn’t pass dress code, her thigh pressing between your legs while she orders you to open your mouth. No gentle build up, no romantic music, just a rough oral scene right there, boots squeaking on the floor, her dick slapping against your tongue while she keeps your head in place with one gloved hand. Then, in the same route, she suddenly goes slow and makes you lick the tip like it’s some kind of holy ritual and you’re thinking, ok, which personality are we on now? The game is full of those flips. One girl rides you in vaginal sex like she’s trying to break your hips, yelling about victory and formations, then five minutes later she’s blushing like a shy schoolgirl when you cum inside and there is that thick creampie dripping down between her thighs in this weirdly sweet closeup. The 3D style makes all the jiggling and the way their feet curl during orgasm look almost too real sometimes. There is a footjob scene on a couch where the camera just stays low, staring at her soles rubbing your shaft, and I swear it lingers there longer than some people’s entire sex lives. It’s stupidly indulgent. I liked it. I was also kind of annoyed because her toenails are perfect and I kept waiting for at least one chipped nail to make it feel human, but no, they’re like anime toenails, forever flawless.

The “harem” part isn’t just a tag someone slapped on. Once the routes start crossing, you end up in these ridiculous stacked situations, like being pinned under one girl’s big ass while another one sits on your face and a third is arguing about who gets your next load. You barely see your own body, which somehow makes the female domination hit harder. They talk about you like a toy, like a strategic asset, and even when you’re technically choosing options, it doesn’t feel like you’re in charge at all. Kind of hot, kind of frustrating. I had one scene in Chrome while also half-watching some tank documentary on YouTube in another tab and it accidentally synced up, so you have the narrator talking about flanking maneuvers while this girl with massive tits is bouncing on you in POV, her ass slapping against your thighs, drool on her lips, and it just felt wrong in exactly the right way. Still, some transitions are rough, like you finish a creampie and suddenly you’re in a classroom again with no clean-up shot, no sticky thighs, nothing, and I keep thinking, where did the cum go, is there a lore answer for this? There isn’t, of course. The game just shrugs and throws another blowjob at you. And by then you don’t really argue.

You wake up in a city where every elf looks like she escaped from some horny painter’s sketchbook, and apparently the whole place has one huge problem: nobody’s getting pregnant. Not for lack of trying, by the way. The queen’s got temples for fertility, the nobles have private “healers,” and the taverns are basically audition rooms with free booze. Still no babies. Then you show up, confused, broke, probably dead a moment ago, and this icy elf mage with eyes like she’s constantly judging your browser history goes, “Yeah, you. You’re the solution. Strip.”

That’s Meliara. She’s your jailer, your handler, your “scientist,” and sometimes your dom, depending what choices you make. In one scene she literally writes your “stats” in her notebook while jerking you off with the coldest poker face, then asks you to rate your own performance while you’re still panting. Another time, if you play the “cocky chosen one” route, she just shoves you on a ritual bed and rides you like a test subject, muttering spell formulas while you’re trying not to blow too early. The whole game leans into that mad-mage-breeder vibe: she’s not romantic at first, she’s collecting data, watching every twitch when you’re hilted inside some desperate elf with hips made for twins.

And yeah, the elves here are not “soft fantasy waifs.” They’re stacked. Thick thighs that press your hips when they pull you in, asses that bounce way too much for someone supposedly sad about extinction, tits that spill out of those fancy robes every time a spell misfires. The ahegao faces are exaggerated in a fun way, not that weird plastic doll look. I laughed way too much when this super serious noble milf, who spends the whole intro calling you a “low-born breeding tool,” ends up gripping your shoulders with her eyes rolled back, drooling on your chest when you dump a creampie in her in front of a mirror enchanted to track “fertility resonance.” Like, lady, you’re not winning the dignity battle here.

What I liked is that it actually lets you steer the tone a bit. You can play the respectful “I’m just here to help your people” guy and get these slower, almost romantic scenes where a monster girl with horns and big curves pretends she’s only participating for “civic duty,” then ends up cuddling your still-hard dick with her thighs and shyly asking if “another round would improve the odds.” Or you can go full degenerate and push for rougher experiments where Meliara times how fast she can milk you with just her hands, then sends you straight into another elf before you even recover, your cum leaking down her fingers while she scribbles notes. There’s this fun moment where, if you make a certain choice, you’re balls deep in a priestess, she’s moaning some holy chant, and Meliara just pops in, claps, and announces, “Good, keep going, I need to test post-orgasmic spell stability.” Zero shame. For her. You, on the other hand, are naked, sweating, and trying to focus while a magic circle glows under your ass.

The humor actually lands pretty often. One early scene has an elf complaining that the curse makes sex feel “pointless,” then two minutes later she’s bent over a table, her huge ass jiggling every thrust, gasping, “For science… for science…” while you literally fill her to the brim. There’s a running joke where the city officials keep trying to treat you like a holy relic, but every time they do, something ridiculous happens, like a summoning spell going wrong and a jealous monster girl barging into your “ceremonial breeding” and dragging you away by the dick. I kinda wish the game let you roam the city more instead of jumping straight between “test subjects,” but at the same time, when a scene opens with an angry milf grabbing your collar and hissing, “I heard you got the queen’s blessing, prove it,” and five clicks later you’re watching her face melt into messy ahegao while your cum drips out of her, it’s hard to complain too long.

I had this stupid grin when Meliara finally cracks a little. There’s a route where, after enough successful creampies, she pretends she wants to “personally verify your consistency,” acts all clinical, then somewhere in the middle of you pounding her tight pussy, her ears twitch, her breaths get all ragged, and she forgets her own spell words. She tries to keep notes while you’re filling her, the pen shakes, ink splashes all over the page, and when you pump a second load into her, she just tears the paper, slams her hips down, and lets out this broken moan that doesn’t sound like a scientist at all. Then, of course, she sits up later and scolds you for “excessive enthusiasm” like she wasn’t the one begging you not to pull out.

It’s messy, horny, self-aware, and sometimes way sweeter than it pretends to be. Also, whoever decided the breeding altars needed that many candles clearly hates my GPU, but that’s another story I’m not getting into.

This one feels like it was written by someone who actually hates the main guy a little, and I mean that in a good way. You start as this tired delivery dude, running around, dropping packages, trying not to screw up, and of course he keeps screwing up. Wrong address, broken box, late order, all the usual crap. And then she shows up. Not as some magical savior or sexy boss out of nowhere, more like that woman you bump into on the street and you just know your day is going to get worse but you still look back at her ass. She clocks immediately that he’s weak in the knees, the type who’ll say “no” with his mouth and “yes” with his whole body, and she just goes, “Okay, you’re mine now,” without even needing to say it directly. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge destiny thing. It’s more like, you had bad luck, then you had worse luck, and now your bad luck has a hot, cruel smile and a quiet apartment.

What I liked is how the control starts small. She texts him while he’s still working deliveries, tells him to come over “just for a minute,” and you know that minute is not going to be a minute. You can try to act tough, try to keep your dignity, but the game loves to catch you in those in-between moments. Her making you wait on your knees in the hallway while she finishes a phone call in the other room, you staring at the floor, hearing only her voice through the door while your dick is already hard in your pants, that kind of thing. Nothing crazy happening, but you feel like a dog that trained itself. Then she starts playing with you more directly. The first time she strokes you off, it’s not this loving, porn-style handjob. She treats your cock like a toy she bought by mistake and is trying to decide if she’ll return it. Slow, lazy, almost bored, talking more about how pathetic you look than about how good you feel. She doesn’t even let you come right away, and when she finally does, she makes you watch where the cum lands like she’s grading you. It’s humiliating but also kind of funny, in a very mean way.

The pegging stuff is where the game really stops pretending she’s “nice.” She warms you up with teasing, makes you do stupid little things first, like masturbate for her while she sits there fully dressed, not touching you, only correcting your posture or telling you to moan louder because “the neighbors can’t hear properly.” By the time she actually pulls out the strap, you already betrayed yourself ten times. The scene that stuck in my head is when she pushes into you the first time and doesn’t praise you, doesn’t say you’re doing good, she just comments on how tight you are like you’re a stubborn jar she’s opening. There’s a moment where MC tries to hold some pride, tries not to make a sound, and the game lets you choose if you keep quiet or finally beg. Either way, she wins, but the flavor changes. If you beg, she smiles and rides your ass with this almost gentle cruelty, whispering how this is all you’re good for. If you stay stubborn, she gets colder, more mocking, and makes you come from it without even touching your cock. After that, every delivery job feels different, like the packages you carry are less heavy than the thought that at any moment she can text you one word and you’ll drop everything and go. The 3D models sell a lot of this just with her expression alone, the small eyebrow lifts, the little smirk when you embarrass yourself. I wish the UI didn’t hide half the lower screen during some scenes, it pissed me off more than it should, but then she’d grab the protagonist by the hair again and I forgot what I was complaining about. There’s a weird warmth too, like she’s not a cartoon villain, more like that strict mentor you really shouldn’t jerk off thinking about, while you’re literally jerking off because of her.

Lydia looks like that girl professors quote as an example when they want to guilt the whole class. Star student, polite, skirt the exact length the handbook wants, always with some heavy textbook clutched to her chest. First few scenes really sell that fake safe little routine: campus courtyard, library, neat dorm room with color-coded notes, her phone buzzing with reminders instead of horny texts. You can almost smell the stress sweat on her, and it’s not even sexual yet, just that tight feeling in the throat when you know one mistake will fuck up more than just your GPA.

Then the screw up hits. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge surprise twist, more like a slow, ugly slide. One bad choice, one bit of proof in the wrong hands, and suddenly this guy has her by the throat without touching her. That first blackmail scene in the empty classroom is weirdly quiet. No dramatic music, just her in that spotless school uniform, legs clenched, trying to stand straight while he leans way too close and explains how deep he can bury her if she doesn’t play along. There is no “are you sure” button. The novel just keeps going, and you are dragged with her.

What hits hard is how the sex starts small and mean instead of epic. A forced handjob under a desk while another girl presents at the front of the room, his dick pressed in her hand, her face a frozen mask. A “study session” that turns into him groping her tits while she tries to finish a worksheet, his fingers digging into soft flesh, thumb circling her nipple through the bra until she gasps and then he mocks her for it. Her first time is not candles and romance, it is him pushing her down on the cheap dorm bed, one knee between her thighs while she keeps whispering that this isn’t what she wants, and he reminds her of those screenshots. The camera loves her ass and tits, but it never lets you forget her eyes.

It escalates in that sick, logical way power always does. One blowjob in a locked storage room becomes sucking him off in a car parked just off campus, windows fogged while he films every second on his phone. Her “punishments” flip into “tasks.” Wear the skirt shorter. No panties this time. Sit at the front row while he messages her instructions, like “spread your legs a bit wider” and “touch yourself during the lecture.” There is this brutal little scene where he makes her unbutton her blouse in the faculty restroom, bra pushed up, her big tits spilling out while he slaps them and calls her his personal exhibition piece, snapping pics to send to his buddies. She tries to hold onto her “good girl” thing, repeating to herself that this is just to protect her scholarship, her family, her future, but the game keeps chipping away.

Group stuff comes in later, not as a surprise kink, more like a consequence. He “shares” her in some club backroom, her on her knees, mascara running while a line of guys use her mouth. One grabs her hair, another squeezes that round ass so hard she flinches, someone else spanks her and laughs when she jolts. There is this sticky, messy bukkake scene where her school uniform is ruined, shirt soaked with cum, white splatters in her hair and on her cheeks, and he tells her to walk back through campus like that under a coat, no shower, just shame sticking to her skin. Later, when he starts sending her to fuck random men for cash, it hits different. She is still a “virgin” in her head, clinging to the idea that she only lost it to him, pretending the prostitution thing is just business, not identity. The game quietly disagrees.

The humiliation is constant but not one-note. Sometimes it is physical, like spanking her ass red in a stairwell where any student could walk in. Sometimes it is smaller, like making her flirt with a teacher while his hand is crammed between her thighs, fingers teasing her pussy under the skirt, her trying to form normal sentences. There are moments where she is clearly wet and hates herself for it, breathing hard while some guy finishes inside her and pulls out, cum dripping down her thighs, and she has to pull up her panties and go back to “normal.” She slowly learns that “no” comes with a price. Say no and he leaks something. Say no and he drags someone she loves into the threat. Say yes and she gets praised like a pet. The corruption here is less about magical corruption and more about that small voice inside changing from “this is wrong” to “maybe I deserved this” without you even noticing which scene did it.

On the surface it is just another kinetic porn story about a busty schoolgirl being turned into a toy. Big tits, big ass, a uniform that spends more time on the floor than on her body, oral, anal, creampies, all the menu items. But under that, there is this itchy discomfort, especially when she starts volunteering poses before he even tells her, bending over a desk, pulling her panties aside by herself, forcing a smile while guys jerk off on her face. I liked that, and also hated it. Sometimes the game feels too honest about how control works. Sometimes it is just horny as fuck, like when two guys grab her, one shoving his cock in her mouth, the other lining up behind, and she is pinned between them, gagging and moaning, breasts bouncing while he pounds her from the back until she squeals and he spills inside her raw. Then class goes on. Library opens. Life pretends to be normal again.

You can play this on your phone browser while pretending to check Telegram or Reddit, thumb tapping through scenes, one hand under the desk. It fits that secret vibe. A dirty little story about a girl who thought she could keep her world clean. Turns out cum stains are harder to wash out than she planned.

This thing feels like someone took your average life simulator, threw it into a shitty broken future, then said: “ok, what if your only real friend is a creepy app that wants inside your brain and your dick at the same time.” You start as this guy who is pretty much done with life, low on cash, low on pride, stuck in a city that looks like it got gentrified by a corporation and then abandoned. Your PC pops up with this “life manager” app that looks a little too clean for the mess you’re in. No tutorial wall of text, just this cold, almost polite interface that starts asking questions, tracking your time, giving you tasks like it’s your mom, therapist, and pimp all together. Half of it feels like a productivity tool, the other half feels like something that will slowly own your ass if you let it. And of course you let it, because the game keeps dangling rewards, new scenes, new girls, new places in the city, and suddenly you’re checking the in-game phone more than your actual one. I had Spotify on lofi beats in background and it weirdly matched the rhythm of just clicking around this grey, sad world while the app shows you little flashes of soft skin, curves, and that “just one more” promise.

What really hits different here is how the erotic stuff sneaks up on you. It doesn’t start with a tits-out explosion. First it’s teasing: a suggestive message, a girl leaning in too close at some sketchy massage place the app directed you to, the way the camera follows her hips a second too long while nothing “happens” yet. The models have that glossy 3D look, big tits that bounce in a really slow, almost hypnotic way when she leans down over you, eyes that lock on you while her hand “innocently” adjusts your towel. Then the app goes, almost casually, “accept upgrade?” and next thing, your “free massage” turns into her hand sliding under the towel and stroking you like it’s part of the health package. The animation on the handjob scenes is way better than I expected, especially when she presses her tits on your thigh, spit glistening on your shaft, her lips brushing the tip but not quite giving you what you want yet. It’s that annoying kind of teasing where you’re swearing at the screen but you still press continue because you want to see if she finally wraps her mouth around you in the next scene. When she actually starts sucking, it’s slow and sloppy, tongue moving in little circles, with your character clearly losing control, and the game lets you edge yourself by delaying the final click. Sometimes the pacing feels a bit off and you wander the sandbox doing small routine crap while your dick is still half hard from the last scene, but then the app drops a new task, like “return to the massage parlor at night,” and suddenly the same room is darker, more intimate, and she’s kneeling between your legs, looking up at you with those big eyes while her fingers curl around your cock again, like the city doesn’t exist, just her mouth, your frustration, and that weird voice in the back of your head whispering that you’re not the one in control at all.

Cold city, warm bodies, messy feelings. That’s kind of the vibe here. You’ve got this guy who had his whole world ripped apart, parents straight up slaughtered in a way that makes you go “ok, that’s fucked,” and then the game throws him into this snowy Christmas setup where the lights are pretty, the music is cozy, and everyone’s either horny, suspicious, or both. It feels wrong and right at the same time. One minute you’re walking through streets with holiday decorations, talking about trauma and revenge, next minute you’re in a cramped bedroom with a woman twice your age sitting way too close, her tits basically spilling out of her sweater while she pretends she just wants to “comfort” you. Sure, lady. Totally about feelings.

What I liked is how the romance and the sex don’t feel like two different games glued together. You flirt, you joke, you pick answers that feel stupidly small, and then suddenly she’s pushing you down on the couch, sliding her hand under your jeans like it was inevitable. There was this one scene where you’re alone with a stacked MILF who’s been low-key teasing you since the start. She puts on this fake innocent act, complains she’s “so cold,” then grabs your hand and presses it right between her thighs through thin leggings. You can see the outline, you feel the heat, and she just looks at you like “go on, be a man.” When she finally wraps her fingers around your dick, moving slow at first, all while talking in that soft voice about how “you’ve suffered so much,” it’s perverted comfort porn and honestly it hits. Then later she’s riding you, big ass bouncing, tits smacking together, moaning your name while you’re buried deep inside her, and the game doesn’t shy away from the creampie. It shows everything. Thick, dripping, raw. No fade to black.

Not everything is cozy and porn-y though. Some of the girls are trouble. There’s this darker part where you’re dealing with prostitution in the back streets, snow turning dirty, neon lights flickering, and the girls there aren’t just cute NPCs. One of them, with darker skin and a ridiculous ass, starts out all business, talking price, acting tough. Then you push a bit, show you actually give a damn, and her walls come down in this awkward way that feels more real than it should in a porn game. First encounter with her is pure filthy: on her knees in some shitty room, sucking you slow, drool on your shaft, her lips shining while she keeps eye contact like she’s trying to own you. Later sex with her hits different, more intimate, but still rough enough that your hips are slamming into her from behind, her ass shaking while you grip her hair and she begs you not to pull out. Of course you ignore that. Of course the game zooms in when you cum inside.

The dialog can be weird. Sometimes it feels like the characters are actually talking, with little jokes and awkward pauses that make sense, and other times it slips into this super edgy detective tone that feels like it came from a different game. I kind of liked that. Or I hated it. Not sure. The love scenes are where it actually shines though. Oral isn’t just a quick animation, it lingers: tongue on the tip, slow strokes with the hand, that moment where she pulls off just to let a string of spit hang before going back down. Even small teasing moments work, like a girl sitting on your lap in a cafe, secretly grinding on you while you’re trying to pretend you’re listening to her talk about Christmas plans. Your choices do matter enough that you feel like you’re steering the romance, not just clicking “next sex scene pls.” And yeah, there’s violence that hits harder than you expect, mixed right into all that holiday romance, which is kind of fucked up and kind of what makes it stick in your head after you close the tab. It shouldn’t work with the cute lights and Xmas vibes, but somehow it does, like dirty thoughts during family dinner you absolutely shouldn’t be having.