Love makes people stupid here, in a good and very trashy way. The game throws you straight into a guy who is so obsessed and so ready to humiliate himself for affection that it almost feels sad, then five seconds later you are staring at a girl slowly pulling her panties down in her room, thinking, yeah ok I get it. It is not subtle. The story just keeps pushing this idea that he will do anything, swallow his pride, let himself be used, just to get closer to these women who clearly know how to play with him. And the camera is like a creep with a VIP pass, always hiding behind half-open doors or fake “accidental” angles while you watch them undress, shower, touch themselves and act like nobody is looking. Of course someone is looking. You. That is the whole point.

What surprised me a bit is how slow it starts, but not boring slow, more like teasing slow. There is this scene where the main girl is lying on the couch on her phone, tight shorts halfway eaten by her ass, and the protagonist is pretending to talk about something serious, but the camera is practically counting every curve of her cheeks. She stretches, her shirt rides up, those heavy tits bounce just a little, and you can almost hear his brain shutting down. Nothing “big” happens there, no sex, no kissing, just this lazy, cruel teasing where she knows exactly what she is doing. I actually paused the game and opened Telegram to complain to a friend out of habit, then realized I have no friend who would get why that stupid couch scene turned me on more than the later blowjob. And yeah, the blowjob itself is there too, with spit, tongue, that wet sound that you pretend you hate but you don’t. She holds eye contact, he tries to keep some dignity and fails, and you just watch like the little pervert the game assumes you are. Then she smiles after, wipes her lips with the back of her hand and acts like it was no big deal, and something about that casual attitude makes it more dirty than full-on porn.

Sex scenes hit hard, even when they are kind of predictable. There is basic stuff, dick inside, moaning, creampie, nothing crazy or fetish zoo. But the way they build into it feels personal. You watch her playing with herself first, rubbing slow, pressing her thighs together because she “can’t wait for him”, but also makes him wait. The guy is peeking from the door, breathing heavy, and you keep thinking: if she turns, if she sees him, is it game over or game start. When the actual fucking comes, they like putting the camera under the body, so you see her big tits swing in his face, or her ass pounding into his hips while he grips tight like he is scared to let go. It is pretty raw. There is one scene where he finally gets to cum inside, after all this begging and favors and emotional blackmail, and you can feel this mix of victory and “oh shit what did I just do”. She squeezes him, keeps him inside while it leaks out, and acts almost tender for two lines, then goes back to her playful bully mood. I wish the story stayed a bit more pure, less “I will debase myself for any pair of boobs that smiles at me”, but I still kept clicking, telling myself I am here for romance, while watching her ride him with her tongue out like some horny demon. So yeah, if you like quiet moments where you watch a girl slowly pull her top over her head and her big tits just drop free, then ten minutes later she is bouncing on his lap and moaning in his ear about how full she feels, this thing sort of gets it.

Guy is basically the type who thinks with his dick first and his heart second, and the game never really pretends otherwise. You follow this one male lead who keeps telling himself he’s doing everything “for love”, but half of what he does looks more like “for the chance to stare at her tits a little longer”. Which, to be fair, the game rewards constantly. The camera is obsessed with curves. Not just big boobs, but that slow pan along the side of a breast when she’s leaning over the sink, or the way her ass jiggles a bit when she’s pretending she doesn’t notice you staring through the half open door. Sometimes it feels like the dev is less interested in plot and more in catching that one perfect angle of her bending to pick something up. And honestly? It kind of works. Not always. But mostly. It calls itself a kinetic thing, and it really means it. No real choices, you just ride through his story while he slips deeper into this harem mess. One moment he’s shy about jerking off to the girl in the shower through a fogged glass partition, next moment he’s balls deep in her, swearing he’ll “take responsibility” while her legs lock around his waist. Emotional growth, apparently.

Story keeps pretending it’s about sacrifice and loyalty and doing “anything for love”, but then five minutes later he’s got his cock in another girl’s mouth and you realize, ok, this is actually about how far you can stretch the word love until it just means “I wanna fuck all of you and somehow keep you all happy”. The voyeur stuff is all over. There’s this repeated bit where he walks past a bedroom and lingers way too long in the doorframe, watching her touch herself, fingers sliding between her thighs while she quietly whimpers his name, even though she thinks he can’t hear it. That scene loops in your head after. Not because it’s complex writing or something, but because the sound of her wet fingers, that little slick rhythm, is timed too perfectly with the way her hips lift. Later on, when he finally goes down on her, you recognize the same angle from the earlier spying scene, only now his tongue is in the shot instead of her hand. Little visual echo like in manga when a panel composition repeats on purpose. Sometimes the faces look a bit stiff at weird angles, especially side profiles during oral, like their cheeks forget how muscles work. It bothered me for two seconds and then she swallowed his load, opened her mouth to show the leftovers, and my brain stopped complaining.

Sex acts ramp, but not in a straight line. One girl gets teased forever. Long sequences of him grazing her nipple over her shirt, pulling his hand away right before she begs, then casually pressing his hard-on against her ass in the kitchen while pretending he just needs to squeeze past. Another girl basically goes from flirty hugs to creampie in the same evening, on a couch that looks way too small for the giant tits she’s carrying. Penetration shots like to linger. You see the head push in, her walls stretching, her toes curling. There’s this one vaginal scene where her legs are over his shoulders and the camera sits almost behind her, so you mainly see the curve of her ass and his cock thrusting in from below. It’s oddly intimate and kind of clinical at the same time, like an anatomy study made by a horny med student. And because everything is on rails, you can’t “fail” anything, you just watch as more girls get pulled into his orbit, each with their own way of moaning his name when he finally fills them. The harem aspect is less about drama and more about “how many different pairs of big tits can we line up around this one idiot’s life,” which is strangely honest. Not elegant, not trying to be art. Just a straight shot of voyeur fantasy where you never really have to be a good person, only good at making them come.

Reality show from hell, that’s kind of the vibe here. Not the goofy Netflix stuff where everyone cries in the confessional, more like “what if Big Brother was run by someone who jerks off to cruelty and power trips.” You’re the new guy thrown into this locked-down futuristic house, cameras everywhere, no privacy, and twenty-something horny, scared, fucked‑up contestants pretending they’re here for fame while everyone knows deep down they’re being used like meat. It’s all bright lights and fake smiles on the surface, but a few scenes in you start to feel the rot. People get “eliminated” and it’s not just some walk-of-shame to a taxi. The showrunners treat bodies as props. Holes as content. Consent as a slider they can turn off whenever ratings need a boost.

Since I’m into voice work, I went in listening more than watching at first. The moans and gasps during those “teasing” scenes where the girls rub against the MC in the communal bedroom while the others pretend to sleep? That shit feels way too real. There is this one sleep sex moment that actually made me stop and replay, because her breathing shifts so slowly, from deep sleep to confused whimper, then to this reluctant arousal when he pushes her panties aside and starts fingering her under the sheet, while the cameras zoom in and the producers whisper in your ear through the UI, basically encouraging you to keep going. No cartoonish screaming, it’s awkward, wet, quiet. A little uncomfortable. Actually more than a little, and that’s sort of the point here. Same with the blackmail scenes: they use old sex clips, private files, nudes, all that, to force a shy girl to join a group sex “challenge” with guys of different races on live feed, and the MC can either back off or lean into it. When you go with it, the mix of humiliation and arousal in her voice is kind of insane. She’s choking on cock, trying to say “stop” and “keep going” in the same breath. It’s sick, and it’s hot, and I kind of hate myself for liking it.

The sci‑fi / dystopia flavor sits in the background like a bad smell. Futuristic collars, shock systems, drugged drinks served after every elimination, some AI host that sounds almost friendly while pushing the contestants into anal, double penetration and messy creampie “competitions” that feel like twisted party games. There’s interracial and swinging stuff that actually feels like it belongs there, because the show is clearly trying to mix as many bodies and skin tones as possible for the “audience,” not for the characters. At one point they chain a couple to a wall and have other contestants jerk them off in turns while the floor slowly fills with water and blood from the last “test” in the next room, like a porno Saw ripoff that actually commits to the idea. The sound design sells it: wet slaps, muffled cries, someone laughing in the control room, you can hear a mic crackle when one girl is forced into anal while another guy is already buried in her pussy, so you get this rough, overlapping breathing that makes it feel way more chaotic than the usual porn game rhythm. And yeah, it’s all 3D models doing vaginal, oral, anal, the whole package, but I kept coming back to the way they react. Tiny “fuck” under their breath when you push too deep. Nervous giggle before a forced blowjob. That stuff hits my VA brain. The violence goes hard, too: broken noses, bruised throats after rough throat-fucking, someone getting beaten because they refused a group scene, then later you see them again, limping, still used as a toy. Sometimes the MC is just another predator in the system, sometimes he feels trapped with them. The game doesn’t really care what kind of person you are, as long as you keep playing along with its nasty little show.

Unemployed brainiac suddenly realizing that straight A’s don’t pay rent is honestly the most accurate thing I’ve seen in a porn game in a while. You go from “future CEO” to “professional dick on camera” in like two clicks, and the game just shrugs and goes, yeah, that tracks. You’re this guy who thought life was gonna hand him a corner office and instead he’s negotiating payment per scene while staring at a girl whose ass could probably take up a LinkedIn banner. And the story doesn’t even pretend to be deep; it just throws you into this porn industry ladder where every “promotion” is basically more girls, more holes, more cameras, more chaos. One minute you’re doing your awkward first shoot with a nervous virgin who keeps glancing at the lens like it’s judging her, next minute you’re already arranging a mini harem schedule so nobody gets mad they didn’t get enough of your dick on a Tuesday. It’s all centered on you, the male lead, and it leans hard into that power fantasy vibe: you decide who to fuck, how rough, where the cum goes, when to stop, or not stop at all. Except you never actually stop. Obviously.

What hits first is the bodies. This dev clearly hates small proportions. Every girl looks like gravity gave up. Giant tits, thick asses, that “this cannot be good for the spine but I’m not complaining” kind of shape. The 3D look makes it feel like you’re staring at a very expensive porn shoot that forgot what clothes are. Animations are there, and when they loop right, they’re filthy in a good way: deep strokes, wet sounds, actual rhythm, her tits bouncing while you fuck her from behind and the camera angle is set purely for maximum ass worship. Then sometimes an animation will glitch slightly or feel just a bit too fast and your brain goes, ok, that’s not how thrusting works, my dude, but you’re already clicking the next angle so whatever. The voyeur angle is fun too; you get those scenes where you’re not just fucking them, you’re watching them through a lens or a window, zooming in on a girl playing with herself before you walk in and suddenly you’re in control again, pushing her down and sliding in raw while she tries to remember she’s on camera. The dom side is strong but not overthought: you pull hair, you grab throats, you tell them to open wider, hold that pose, take it all, and the game just rolls with it like, yup, that’s your job now. And it is a job, weirdly. You’re grinding your way through scenes, talking to girls, building that porn-star rep so more stacked girls suddenly “want to work with you” which, surprise, means they end up on their knees or on your lap or bent over some random surface.

If you wanna get the most out of it, don’t just spam-click through the dialogue like you’re checking WhatsApp. Some of the fun is in setting up the mood before you slam into them. Teasing a shy girl who’s never done vaginal on camera before, then deciding whether you go gentle first or just push past that and make her ride you until her mascara is wrecked, that’s where the porn actually feels like you’re directing it, not just watching. Pay attention to camera angles when you’re mid-thrust; swap views during the scene and you’ll catch little details like the way her ass jiggles when you go deeper, or how her expression changes when you go from slow strokes to full-on pounding. Build a small “favorite girls” rotation instead of trying to bang every new character once; the repeat scenes hit different when it feels like it’s your personal harem coming back for another round, lined up with their big tits out, waiting for you to pick who gets filled today. And if one tiny UI thing annoys you, like a button that’s one pixel off where your mouse expects it to be, yeah, you’ll notice it every single time and mentally curse it while still booting another scene, because let’s be real, you came here to watch your character fuck his way up the porn food chain, not to win a UX design award.

A lazy demon getting yanked out of his comfy hell and dumped in a house full of horny, chaotic witches is already a good start, but here it actually turns into a whole sandbox of “how much of a perv do I feel like being today”. You start as this summoned demon guy, technically a virgin in the human world sense, trying to figure out what the hell is going on while these girls poke, test, tease, and half the time forget they literally brought a supernatural sex machine into their living room. One minute they’re arguing about magic circles and some paranormal crap, next minute one of them is leaning over the table and you’re stuck staring at bouncing tits from first person view while she “checks your aura” with her hand way too close to your dick. The game flips between goofy jokes and really direct lewd stuff so fast it feels like watching a horny sitcom that suddenly remembers it’s allowed to show creampies and anal.

What I like is how it keeps that roguelike brain-itch of “ok, but what if I click the other option this time” without drowning you in stats. You pick if you want to be more obedient to the witches or lean into being a corrupting bastard, and that choice quietly changes the flavor of everything. Go softer and you get more teasing, romance, and these slow corruption moments where a “good girl” witch lets you grope her under a blanket and pretends it’s some kind of energy test. Go full demon and the same girl shows up later in a tiny outfit, practically begging to be spanked and filled in every hole while you talk shit in her ear. There are milfs mixed with younger-looking witches, big asses everywhere, big tits that jiggle when they strip, and the camera loves parking itself at that angle where you watch your own hand wrapped around a cock or a dripping pussy in POV. Sometimes you’re just jerking off secretly while they argue about magic, sometimes you’re in the middle of group sex on the couch with bodies piled up and someone still trying to keep up the “serious coven meeting” vibe. The humor is dumb in a good way, like that one time a “serious ritual” ends with a blowjob under the table while another witch pretends not to see, and there’s this whole lazy domestic thing where you’re conquering some mundane human object and somehow it ends with a handjob or a girl riding you after she loses a bet. Half the content feels like voyeurism you stumbled into, half feels like harem power trip where you decide who gets bred tonight and who just has to watch and masturbate. Sometimes they flip it and put a boot on your chest or sit on your face and take control, and sometimes you’re the one grabbing their hips, fucking them raw from behind, listening to them moan about getting pregnant in this new world they dragged you into. It’s messy, horny, funny, and just self-aware enough that when the witch you corrupted earlier walks past in a too-short robe and “accidentally” flashes you, you know the game is winking at you as hard as she is.

You wake up broke, horny, and back in your old room that still smells a bit like teenage shame and cheap body spray, and the game just kind of grins and says, “yeah, this is where it starts.” You’re this young psychology guy who thought he had life sorted, then it all collapses and you crawl back to mom’s house. Only mom isn’t just “mom” anymore. She’s this thick, soft, dangerous kind of beautiful, the kind that makes your eyes slide over her curves against your will. She walks around the house in clothes that hug her huge tits and that insane ass in a way no actual mother should, bending over the couch while you pretend to look away and fail every single time. The camera loves her, almost too much. It lingers on the subtle stuff, the underwear line digging into her hips, the way her nipple outline threatens to show when she moves. You’re supposed to feel guilty. You don’t. Or you do, but it just makes your dick harder. It’s that kind of story.

Then there are the sisters, and yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing. The older one moves like a witch who realized she can control a room just by existing. Goth clothes, dark nails that look like they’d hurt when she scratches your back, eyes that tell you she thinks you’re trash but her body keeps betraying her, slower each day. There’s this moment where you “accidentally” walk in while she’s bent over her desk in fishnets, headphones in, skirt just not quite long enough, and the main character just stands there too long while you feel his thoughts going places they absolutely shouldn’t. Later, when the hypnosis angle really kicks in, watching her resist you with this mix of hatred and arousal, hips still grinding in spite of her words, that’s where the corruption hits harder than any sex scene. She spits insults while she rides your cock, then trembles when you ask her who owns that tight ass now, and her voice breaks on the answer. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. It’s both at once. The younger sister is the opposite weather: all pastel pink, soft hair, candy wrappers, plush toys, girly socks that should not look so good wrapped around your waist. She trusts you way too much. She curls against you during a movie, her small tits brushing your arm, and the game slows the moment just enough that you feel that sharp, dirty edge when your hand lingers longer than it should on her thigh. Later, with the mind control, teaching her to touch herself on command, watching her bite her lip while she obeys, that’s the point where “romance” and “corruption” almost merge into this twisted little love story that you’re not sure you’re supposed to enjoy so much.

The hypnotherapist is the real doorway drug. Mom’s friend, older but still tight where it counts, eyes that see too much and voice that rolls over you like warm honey. You sit in her office as “assistant,” pretending to take notes while she drops other women into deep trance, fingers playing with their minds and their bodies at the same time, and you’re there, hard under the desk, memorizing every word, every pattern. There’s a point when she leans down behind a patient and guides the girl’s mouth on a toy, whispering triggers, and your brain just goes click. After that, going home feels different. Sleeping bodies don’t feel safe anymore. The game leans into sleep sex in a way that’s almost too intimate. Like, you stand over your mom’s bed at night, listening to her slow breathing, watching her tits rise and fall under the thin fabric, and one tiny suggestion you planted earlier makes her legs spread a little. She mumbles your name in her sleep while you slide your hand under her panties and the guilt is there, but it’s distant, like a voice behind glass. Same with the sisters, those late-night scenes where the younger one is half-asleep, squirming and moaning softly as your fingers tease her soaked slit, or the older one clenching around your cock in her sleep, cursing you in her dreams while her body begs for more. The game doesn’t flinch from that dirty intimacy. It loves deepthroats that go too far, tears at the corner of her eyes, spit and mascara mess. It loves big tits bouncing while you fuck them, cocks sliding between them until you paint her chest white. It loves asses, god, the asses: thick ebony hips, mom’s juicy milf curves, your sister’s perfect goth bubble butt stretched around your shaft when you finally push into her tight hole and she squirts all over the sheets. Anal, vaginal, titfucks, creampies that drip out slowly while she walks around the house pretending nothing happened. Sex toys buzzing between thighs, collars and ropes appearing on the “good girl” routes that still somehow pretend to be romantic. There’s a weird tenderness under all that filth too, like when you watch your own cum slowly swell inside a belly on the pregnancy scenes, or when a character you’ve completely twisted still smiles at you like you’re her whole world. It’s wrong. It’s beautiful in a fucked way. It feels like you’re building a harem out of people who were once your family, your patients, your lovers, turning them into obedient, wet puppets and devoted partners at the same time, and the game just lets you keep going, deeper, softer, nastier, never really asking you to justify any of it. I just wish the text messages inside the game didn’t use that ugly default pop-up style, it pulls you out for a second, but then somebody drops to their knees, takes you so deep they choke, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed at all.

You load it up in a bored mood, thinking it will be just another horny office thing, and then suddenly you are sitting in this glossy fashion magazine, surrounded by women who all look like they walked out from some Instagram explore tab that you pretend not to check. HauteBeat hums in the background, that soft loop of office AC, a distant printer, heels clicking across the tiles like a metronome for your dirty thoughts. The protagonist is this fresh graduate, all awkward, shy, still a virgin, and the game really leans into that. He stammers when the editor-in-chief leans over his shoulder, her blouse just a little too open, her perfume basically choking him. The scene where he is alone with the secretary in a tiny meeting room, with the glass walls and everyone outside pretending not to look, that one hit me. She lowers her voice, asks if he understands what “loyalty” means in this office, and every click through the dialogue feels like you’re holding your breath, waiting for the moment her hand actually lands on his thigh. There is no rush, but also no mercy. The pacing is like that slow elevator ride where you already know you’re going to do something filthy when the doors open.

First choice that really made me stop was when you decide if he keeps his “good boy” energy, or starts testing his new power over these women who pretend they’re in charge. One path he plays the sweet intern, trying not to stare at his boss’s big ass every time she bends over a layout. The other path, he starts using what he learns about them, their little secrets, and the mood shifts from nervous to predatory. There is this one route with the married coworker from accounting, the one who always has her phone face down on the desk. She invites him to “help” with some files after hours. Music drops out, it is just the wet sound of her lips when she finally slides under the desk and starts sucking his cock right there, while the screen shows the office lights reflecting on her lipstick-smeared mouth. Her wedding ring catching the glow every time her hand strokes him is such a petty detail, but it sticks. And yes, later, if you push it, you can corrupt her properly, going from quick blowjob breaks to bending her over the office copier for anal, watching that big ass shake while the machine spits out useless sheets.

Not every scene is perfect. One of the titfuck moments feels a bit rushed, like they knew she has massive tits so they just went “ok, put dick between them” and moved on. But then another girl, the one styled like a cold, distant creative director, drags him into the wardrobe room full of clothes for the next shoot. She sits him down on a low bench, climbs on his lap like it is a throne, and the sound design quietly peaks. You hear fabric sliding, hangers tapping, her little moans that she tries to swallow because there are still people a few meters away. When she finally sinks down on his cock, the angle almost makes you feel that stretch yourself, slow vaginal grind that turns into rough fucking and then spanking her ass so hard the clothes around them rustle. The corruption is not just “she is horny now”, you feel how some of them start asking for it. The secretary who once flirted safely is later begging to be used under the desk while the boss is in a video call. The boss who once scolded him starts testing how far she can go before completely giving in. It is all choices and branches, but it never feels like a math problem. More like you are texting three people on WhatsApp at the same time, promising each of them something different, knowing at least one is going to get hurt and you kind of want that. And yes, the protagonist is inexperienced, but by the time he has a little harem of coworkers sucking, riding, getting spanked in the break room, he is not pretending to be a nice guy anymore. Or maybe he still is. Depends what you click.

Guy gets flattened by discount Truck-kun, respawns in horny Narnia, and the first thing the gods hand him is not wisdom or justice, it’s a cock and plot armor. That’s basically the energy here. You start as this broke college grad who literally failed at life, then wake up in Evenralm where everyone has either massive tits, a perfect ass, pointy ears, horns, or some combo of all three, and nobody owns a bra that actually fits. The world looks like one of those fantasy gacha ads where you pretend you’re there for “story” while one-handed scrolling on your phone. Except here you’re the main character, not the guy who dies in the prologue to motivate someone else. You walk into a random village and every girl talks to you like you’re the only male protagonist on the server. Which, to be fair, you kinda are.

It sells itself as Harem King journey, but the real plot is “how many girls can I accidentally seduce while pretending I’m saving the world from the Demon Lord”. You go from “I can’t pay rent” to “I guess I have to share a campfire with elf mage with big tits and dragon girl with stupidly big ass, oh no, what a tragedy”. Routes feel like scuffed dating sim logic: give wrong answer, girl still blushes, give right answer, she blushes harder and suddenly you’re getting a blowjob behind a tavern after some “training” quest. The animated scenes are the kind where the dev definitely paused a lot of JAV to get angles right. Mouths actually move on oral scenes, hips grind properly during vaginal, thighs jiggle in that “the physics are almost too honest” way. Sometimes the MC talks in the middle of sex and you’re like “shut up dude, nobody came here for your motivational speech”, but then the camera pulls in on an elf riding you like she’s trying to erase your spine and your brain forgives everything again. There’s this one camp scene where half your party is asleep and one of the girls sneaks into your bed, climbs on top, and the only sound is her wet squelch and those tiny gasps, and I swear the text box could have been blank and it still would work. The funny part is I kept telling myself “I’ll just check one more event” and three boss fights later I’m min-maxing affection points like some horny accountant. If you want the good stuff, be weirdly nice in dialog, always pick the slightly pervy joke, and never skip “optional” side quests, because that’s where the thickest scenes hide. Treat every fetch quest like foreplay and every camp chat like a chance to unlock another girl sitting on your face. Do that and the game basically rewards you for being a patient little degenerate.

Caelus here is not the soft idiot from canon. The game basically asks, "What if the Trailblazer actually used all that cosmic bullshit to do the one thing everyone writes in fanfic but Hoyoverse pretends doesn’t exist?" and then never pulls back. Nanook is not some gloomy destruction god, he is straight up horny cosmic troll, like a drunk Archive of Our Own tag come to life. Plot is thin in a good way: every excuse to bend another Star Rail girl, and sometimes literally, into whatever shape your pervy little brain asked for the first time you saw her on a limited banner and thought “yeah I’d roll on that.”

What works weirdly well is how the game treats the whole “canon vs fanon” thing. Half the scenes feel like they were ripped straight from those long smut fics where the author clearly has a spreadsheet for everyone’s kinks. You know those 70k word monsters that start “slow burn” and then chapter 3 is already double penetration and mind control? Same energy here. One minute you are talking about Aeons and Paths, next minute Nanook just snaps reality and suddenly a proud Valkyrie type is on her knees giving this messy, noisy blowjob that would get a Twitch VOD nuked on sight. Then the scene pretends like nothing happened and jumps back to sci fi chatter. It feels wrong in a fun way. Or maybe in a stupid way. I liked it anyway.

The sex itself hits pretty much every checkbox people keep sneaking into tags: sloppy oral that really leans into the sounds, handjobs with way too much focus on fingers and precum, anal scenes where the camera insists on hanging on that first push a bit too long, and then stuff like footjobs that come out of nowhere. I mean it, you are casually abusing some broken mind controlled girl for exhibition in a public corridor, and suddenly she is using her feet like it is the most natural thing in the galaxy, with Nanook commenting in your head like a hentai Reddit thread. It is over the top and sometimes kind of dumb, but in a charming “this is clearly made by a guy who knows every Honkai subtag on Rule34.xxx” sort of way. The harem idea is full power, too. Caelus walks around like the universe itself is his brothel, and the girls, even when they resist at first, end up folded into this obedient, fucked-out collection entirely under his control. The mind control is not subtle. He rewrites them to love being toys, to show off outside with clothes barely hanging on, to beg him to use every hole in the worst moments, during missions, in front of cameras, whatever. And yet in the middle of all that excess, I got really annoyed that one small VFX on a cumshot looked like cheap soap. It bothered me the whole time and yeah, the game never fixes it.

What surprised me is how casually the game mixes sci fi nonsense and raw filth. You get “superpowers” here but not for saving worlds. Caelus uses cosmic energy to freeze time just to keep a girl’s mouth wrapped around his cock at the perfect angle, or to hold her asshole open while he decides if he wants to go back to her pussy or not. Sometimes reality bends so hard two girls exist in the same “moment” giving alternate versions of the same scene, one obedient, one still fighting, and you can flip your attention back and forth like changing tabs in Chrome. It sounds fancy, but in practice you are just clicking through dialogue while the game finds new ways to show spit, tears, ruined makeup and gaping. There is this one exhibition bit where a character is pretended to be fully in charge in front of a crowd, proper captain pose, and then in the next “layer” she is actually riding Caelus, forced to keep a perfect public speech while getting filled and emptied again and again. It is clever. Or maybe it is trash. Kind of both. Fantasy fans will notice half the lore is slightly off too. Some names are wrong, affiliations twisted, like the developer half remembered wiki pages and then said “eh, who cares, she is naked now.” Honestly, they were right.

If you ever read a “what if the Stellaron messed with their libido instead of destiny” fic and thought the author chickened out before the real filth, this is that same story but the brakes got removed, burned, and then fucked.