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.

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.

Office door closed, Slack set to “in a meeting,” I open this thing thinking it’s just another horny clicker with fake choices and dead eyes. Then you get those glasses. Not sexy at first glance, more like something IT guy wears on his day off, but once you put them on, the whole vibe changes. The game turns into this mix of creeping and flirting where every girl you meet has some dirty little line of text hovering around her like a status update from her pussy. You look at a shy neighbor on the rooftop and, boom, you see she’s been secretly thinking about getting pinned against the rail and fucked raw under the stars. In the hallway you pass this office lady with big tits bouncing under her shirt, and the glasses calmly show you exactly how she likes a cock in her throat while she pretends she’s “busy with reports.” It feels wrong, hot, kind of pathetic, but I’m still sitting here at my desk half-hard behind my laptop, pretending I’m editing spreadsheets while I’m actually checking who wants to ride me next in the game.

The main guy is such a mess in a way I really like. He got destroyed by his first girl, then runs away to the military to forget he got used like a walking dildo and then dropped. That vibe sticks. He’s not some smooth porn hero from the start, but then the “Lens Lust” crap starts messing with him, and with you too. You pick quests that are basically their hidden fantasies, like “help her relax after work” and that suddenly turns into you on your knees licking her, her heels digging into your back, and her calling you a good boy while you push her legs apart and slam inside. Another one is this quiet girl pretending to be innocent, and the quest slowly escalates from just talking on the rooftop to her jerking you off with her tits, oil dripping between them while she keeps stealing glances at the door in case someone comes up. The animations give that little extra, like subtle hip movement and lips wrapping around the shaft, nothing super polished, but because of that it feels more like real porn you find at 2% volume at work than some shiny trailer. There is this thing no one talks about where you use points to basically tune your body and style, and suddenly the same girl who barely noticed you before is staring down at your bulge and biting her lip in the elevator. Watching your choices turn you from awkward loser into this confident, slightly controlling bastard who pushes girls to their knees, pulls their hair, fucks their throats and then watches them masturbate on his bed because he told them to is… yeah, it stays in your head when you go back to boring emails.

What caught me is how the game mixes the romance angle with some really blunt male domination. One minute you’re having this actually cute rooftop talk, she’s opening up about her past, and you feel like “ok, this is a date,” and twenty minutes later you’re shoving her panties aside and sliding into her while she tries not to moan too loud because someone might hear from downstairs. The harem thing sneaks up on you too, not like “here is your collection,” more like you realize you’ve got three different girls sending you messages at once and all of them, in their own way, basically want to taste your cum or feel it dripping out of them. There’s a voyeur bit where you sit with the glasses on and watch a girl touching herself when she thinks she’s alone, and you can’t decide if you feel like a bastard or a god, but you still keep watching. I do wish one of the side girls didn’t repeat the same blowjob animation in different clothes, it pulled me out of it for a second, but then there was this scene where you’re sitting on the couch, she’s between your legs, drool on her chin, her tits shaking while she bobs faster and faster, and honestly, my brain forgot to complain. Sometimes the English in the dialogue feels a little stiff and then suddenly it hits with a line like “I want you to use me like you never got to before,” and it just lands. The game is like that ex you know is bad for your mental health but you still stalk her Instagram on your lunch break and jerk off in the bathroom after. Not proud. Not sorry.

You’re this washed-up author who used to shit out bestsellers like it was nothing, then the magic just dies. No muse, no words, just a dry brain and a blinking cursor in Google Docs mocking you every day. Instead of fixing your life, you bolt back to your hometown and somehow land the job of academy director, which is wild because you absolutely don’t feel like an authority figure. You show up with Linda, the girl you’ve basically raised, and the whole place is full of cute students, teachers, and staff who look way too eager to “help” with your new workload. It starts pretty innocent, just walking around the campus, checking classes, getting a feel for the schedule, but the game keeps poking you with teasing scenes. A girl leaning over your desk a little too far during a meeting, Linda clinging to your arm in the corridor, the shy librarian blushing like crazy while giving you the keys to the archive. The corruption doesn’t slap you in the face at once, it slides in slowly like a hand creeping up a thigh under the table.

What I liked is how the game keeps pretending it’s about managing the academy, while you’re obviously steering every conversation into something more intimate. There’s a minigame where you’re supposed to “motivate” a lazy class by helping them prepare an exam, but if you push the right dialogue choices, you end up in this side room with one of the girls on her knees, sucking you off, still wearing her half-buttoned uniform like she just ran away from class. The way her head bobs while she looks up at you, that little animation loop feels dirty in a good way, especially when she pulls off for a second just to tease you with her tongue and call you “sir” in that fake innocent tone. Later, you can cum in her mouth or inside her pussy after you bend her over a pile of books and push in raw, and the game doesn’t pretend to be shy about showing the creampie slipping out. It’s actually kind of romantic in places too, which is weird to say about a route where you’re basically corrupting half the female cast. Some scenes with Linda feel way too sweet, like when she sneaks into your office at night with coffee, sits on your lap and just wants you to “relax” while grinding on you slowly until your self-control cracks. Then other moments are just pure filth, like a harem-style event in the dorm where two girls take turns sucking you, one deepthroating while the other kisses your shaft and plays with your balls, and you’re choosing who gets your load like it’s some reward ceremony.

It’s not perfect at all, and that’s kind of why it stuck in my head. The pacing jumps around like bad weather. One day you’re stuck in long, quiet story scenes about your past writing career, just clicking through dialogue, waiting for something spicy to happen, like watching a pot of soup that refuses to boil. Then out of nowhere, you get slammed with a chain of erotic scenes where you’re fucking in the infirmary, then in a classroom, then in your office, and it almost feels like a sex party you didn’t have time to dress for. Some of the minigames feel pointless, like this little “management” part where you juggle academy stats, but you’ll just end up clicking the same option to reach the next girl anyway. I wish they let the corruption go even deeper, like more scenes where a girl starts all shy and slowly turns into a total cock-hungry mess across several encounters, not just jumping from flirty to “please fill me up” in one go. But it still has that messy charm, like a horny Wattpad story that grew muscles and learned how to animate blowjobs. I kept telling myself I’d just check one more event, then suddenly I was watching another timid teacher wrap her lips around the MC and moan with her mouth full, and any thoughts about pacing or logic just kind of shut up.

Nathan opens his eyes in this weird half-clinic, half-prison place, and everything already feels wrong in a good way. Body doesn’t respond, mind is foggy, he’s strapped to a bed, and the first thing he really notices is not the beeping machines, it’s the nurse’s tits practically falling out of that tight white uniform while she leans over to “check his pulse”. The game doesn’t rush anything, and that’s kinda the fun part. You’re stuck, literally, but the world around you moves, bends, grinds on you. You’re this helpless patient who can’t walk, but all these women keep touching you, talking to you, turning their backs so their asses are right in your face, pretending it’s normal procedure. It feels like some fucked up mix of medical horror and porn parody, except the porn part slowly wins. Every time a new scene loads, you’re like, ok, what part of my body are they “examining” this time?

The nurses are the obvious stars here. Wide hips, heavy breasts bouncing under that too-thin fabric, stockings grabbing at their thighs. They move around the main room, doing real hospital stuff just enough to make you forget it’s an adult game for like five seconds. Then one of them casually wraps her fingers around your cock to “stimulate motor response” and you’re like, yeah right, this is definitely not in any medical textbook. There’s a moment with the older head nurse that sticks with me: she stands next to your bed, gives this fake serious speech about your recovery, then without changing her tone starts pumping you off with this lazy confidence, like she has done that to a hundred “patients” before. No music spike, no big cut, it just happens while she keeps talking. It feels obscene in this quiet way, like a Pornhub video accidentally left playing in a real hospital ward. Animation helps a lot here, her hand moving slow at first, then faster, tits barely contained, her eyes completely bored while your whole body reacts against your will.

What messes with your brain is how it leans into the harem angle while pretending it’s still a normal medical story. You go from being helpless meat on a bed to being the unofficial favorite toy of half the staff, and it doesn’t even feel like a power fantasy at first, more like being bullied by horny nurses. One sits on your lap to “test pressure points” and keeps grinding her ass right on your hard-on, another bends over so far in front of you you can practically count the pixels in her cleavage, and the older milf who should act professional is the worst offender, squeezing your shaft during “physio” sessions until you shoot all over her gloves. The weird part is how much time the game spends on tiny details, like the creak of the bed rails or the way the latex snaps when they pull it off their hands, and then other things are just ignored. There’s this plastic cup on the bedside table that keeps clipping through your arm and it annoyed me every time, but also I kept staring at one nurse’s ass while she walked away, so priorities, I guess. The pacing is slow, sometimes painfully, like edging in story form, but when it hits a scene where three women are basically arguing over who gets to make you come “for science”, it suddenly feels worth all the waiting and all the teasing and the fact that you’re still not really sure who Nathan even was before his cock became hospital property.

Imagine a horny trivia night where every question you answer wrong sends you into a different timeline and every “bonus round” is actually someone riding your dick or your face. That’s kind of how this game feels. One moment you’re this broke nobody in modern time, jerking off at home and trying not to think about how useless you are, then suddenly some crazy AI thing wants to delete the whole universe and now you’re time skipping between a medieval kingdom, a neon sci‑fi hellscape and your pretty normal city, collecting tits, trouble and trauma like Pokémon. Except these Pokémon sit on your face, call you “pet” and make you pay their rent by turning your stats and their holes into profit. The story pretends you’re the chosen one, but you always feel more like the idiot who just happened to be standing closest to the big red button labeled “world ending bullshit, press here.” Somehow that works.

What actually hooked me was how the horny stuff and the “ok I need to actually think” stuff are tangled together. You wanna rail the witch with the huge ass in the medieval castle? Great, but she wants proof you can survive the dungeon first, so off you go, bumbling through corridors, managing your health, trying not to get clapped by monster girls who look like they crawled out of someone’s very specific tags list. One of them literally had you on your knees with her foot on your chest, toes stroking your cock while she messes with your head, whispering that you’re just a toy in her dungeon. It’s half combat encounter, half humiliation fetish and you kind of forget which part you’re supposed to be “winning.” Then in the future era you’re managing a brothel like it’s a fucked up version of Football Manager. You set shifts, choose which girl teases which client, worry about corruption levels, unlock new services, suddenly realize you’ve min-maxed your way into running a time traveling prostitution empire. There’s even that awkward first time thing with one of the virgins in the school arc, where the game doesn’t shy away from it being clumsy and weird before it gets hot. She’s jerking you off badly at first, nervous as hell, then after a few scenes she’s got your cock between her tits, tongue on the tip, making that stupid ahegao face and you’re like “ok, yeah, character development.” And all the while this AI VOID thing is in the background, like a DM who keeps reminding you that the universe is dying while you’re busy getting a sloppy blowjob behind a tavern. Honestly, I came for the big tits and stayed because I was lowkey panicking about breaking the timeline while creampie-ing a princess in public in front of half the city. And yeah, that sentence makes sense if you’ve played it.