Mirabel sneaks off to this hidden clearing like it’s her personal sin corner, and the whole thing feels a bit like somebody mashed Hogwarts Legacy with a trashy BDSM doujin they didn’t want their mother to see. She’s this shy plant nerd, clearly styled after Professor Garlick’s vibe but more… breakable. At first she’s just there “for research” and yeah, sure, we all tell ourselves that when our browser history looks like a sex shop catalog. The game doesn’t waste time pretending to be innocent. One strange plant, one curious touch, and suddenly she’s moaning, getting more turned on than she’s willing to admit even to herself. The corruption isn’t instant, though. You see that weird mix of shame and need in her face and in the way she hesitates before the next thing, like she’s trying to remember how a good girl is supposed to act while her body already betrayed her.

What works is how the domination slowly tightens around her without some fifty-text-box lecture. One moment she’s just exploring, the next she’s got her ass in the air, cheeks red from spanking, tears in the corners of her eyes, and some smug bastard is using her like she’s homework he’s too lazy to do properly. There’s a nice shift from her trying to resist to those little slips where she pushes back with her hips, or spreads her legs a tiny bit wider when she thinks nobody is noticing. The humiliation hits in those tiny details too: her trying to cover herself, failing, being ordered to show everything, like she’s just another toy to be tested. That first time the plug goes in and she gasps, half terrified, half addicted, kinda lingers in your head afterward. Anal isn’t treated like some huge “special scene,” it just appears as another way to own her, to see how far she can bend before she breaks. Vaginal, anal, fingers, toys, all get mixed with commands and mockery, and it’s messy in that way that feels a bit too real, like watching somebody realize they love being degraded more than they love their own dignity.

It’s also funny in a fucked up way how the forest clearing ends up feeling more like a dungeon than the castle dungeons ever did in the original Harry Potter stuff. No elaborate chamber, no dramatic spells, just trees, roots, and Mirabel on her knees, getting used. Visuals lean hard into those facial expressions, that “I hate that I love this” look, so even when the animation hiccups or a pose holds too long, the mood still sticks. Sometimes the pacing goes weird, like you expect a proper build-up and suddenly she’s already taking it deep and begging for more, and then the scene slows again for a close-up of a toy pushing inside. It’s clumsy, but in the same way a rushed quickie behind the greenhouse can still be the thing you think about later while scrolling through TikTok with one hand and not touching your phone with the other. There’s no big moral, no attempt to make Mirabel “grow as a person.” She just grows more obedient, more filthy, more owned, and the game doesn’t apologize for it even once.

This one feels like somebody grabbed the old Hogwarts trainer thing, threw a bunch of filthy mods in a cauldron, shook it, forgot to stir properly, then accidentally created something that is half disaster, half “holy shit I need to replay that scene with the sound on max.” It is messy, yeah, but in a good, horny way. You’re this male protagonist pretending to be all serious and academic while you basically run an underground sex management project around the school. Classes are just an excuse to push girls into new “tasks,” and every time you think you saw all the kinks, the game drops some weird potion or outfit that changes the whole vibe of a scene. One time I clicked the wrong dialogue option with Hermione, thought I’d get another cheap handjob loop, and suddenly she’s in this humiliation path where she has to strip in front of a crowd and the crowd noise sounds like someone recorded a Twitch chat in heat, all layered whispers and low laughs. The way the moans sit on top of that is surprisingly well mixed, not too loud, like they actually thought about it. Then the next scene, same girl, the slapping sound on her ass is like it was recorded with a potato, totally different quality. It’s charming and annoying at same time.

What the game does best is this mix of corruption and voyeur stuff with very specific girls. Like Luna, for example. Her scenes have this floaty, airy soundtrack behind them, almost too soft, so when the groping starts and she’s being pushed into exhibitionism, the tiny gasp sounds feel extra sharp. There’s a bit where you use a potion, her tits swell up, and she’s lactating on the staircase while students “walk by” off screen. You don’t see them, but you hear these faint footsteps and the dull murmur of people trying not to look. That tiny background murmur? That shit stuck in my head more than the actual titfuck. In another path I had Tonks accidentally slip into a futa form while cosplaying a student, and the first time she pulls out her cock the game hits you with this sticky, squelchy sound that you usually only hear in cheap hentai games, but here it kinda works because everything else is already dirty. Then thirty seconds later a blowjob scene kicks in and the wet mouth audio loops slightly off beat with the animation and I couldn’t unhear it anymore. Suddenly I’m not thinking “hot” but “can someone please trim that loop in Audacity.” By the way, the tentacle scenes are strangely quiet. You’d expect gross slime sound, right? But instead there’s more focus on the girl’s breathing and the cuffs clinking, very ASMR. I replayed one Luna tentacle scene just to listen how the pitch of her moans rises when the text mentions a new tendril inside her ass. Whoever synced that did it by hand, I’m almost sure, because it goes slightly out of sync if you click too fast through the dialogue.

The group sex events get wild in theory, with mind control and blackmail pushing girls who would never agree into this pile of bodies in some hidden classroom, but sound wise they’re kind of a mess. Too many moans at same time, no clear layering, sometimes Hermione and Cho share the same voice sample so you hear the same little whimper coming from two sides of the screen. It’s funny once, then you start noticing it everywhere. On the other hand, the simple masturbation scenes where you peek from a keyhole or from behind a statue are weirdly intimate. Just one girl, some rustle of clothing, fingers sliding over skin, the creak of an old bed in the dorm, and the occasional little frustrated sigh when she can’t cum yet because the corruption value is not high enough. That small detail of the bed creak, actually, reminded me of an old RPGMaker porn thing I played on Newgrounds, where the only good asset was the sound of the wooden floor. Same energy here. The game has this “evolving outfits” idea where the same uniform slowly turns more slutty as you push them further, and it affects not only visuals but also the little cloth sounds and jewelry jingles. Spanking someone in a plain robe sounds dull and flat, do it again when she’s basically in a harness and stockings and suddenly you hear the slap, the buckle rattle, the tiny ring on her nipple bouncing. No idea if that was intentional, but I noticed. There are things that straight up feel unfinished, like some anal scenes with Susan that have no proper sound at all, just generic loop, but then you’ll hit a lesbian scene in the showers where the echo of their voices against the tiles is so nice I actually paused my Spotify to hear it clean. It’s that kind of game. Half broken, half genius, and somehow the sound makes the dirtiest parts feel even more wrong in a very good way.

HeartProblems looks like one of those games you open just to “check it for five minutes” and then suddenly you’re clicking through scenes like a horny raccoon searching in the trash. On the surface it’s the usual porn VN setup: young guy, dead parents, moves in with uncle, house full of women that absolutely should not be as hot as they are. Milf energy in the kitchen, stacked bodies, tight clothes, that kind of slow-burn teasing where nothing “really” happens at first but your brain is already writing fanfic. Feels a bit like when you open X and see one “harmless” clip, then the algorithm decides you’re never seeing normal content again.

What sells it for me is how dirty it gets while pretending to be wholesome. You start as this awkward dude just walking around the house, talking, doing little choices that look innocent: help with the laundry, watch TV together on the couch, massage a sore back. The game loves to put you in those “accidental” skin contact situations. Hand brushing over that thick ass when you squeeze past in the hallway. Waking up with her on the sofa, your face basically in her tits, and she acts annoyed but does not move away. Corruption here is not some instant switch, it’s death by a thousand horny cuts. One day she slaps your hand for groping, later she just sighs, later she pretends not to notice, and then suddenly her leg is opening a bit more when you sit down. I caught myself saving before every dialogue just to try the slightly more perverted line and see if I can push one step further without getting shut down.

The 3D style is a bit uneven, which somehow fits. Some scenes look like they belong in a premium Patreon post, others feel like they were rendered while the dev was alt-tabbing to Telegram. Tits are huge, unapologetically so, bouncing and squeezed into outfits that clearly lost the fight with gravity. Asses too, like, “there is no way this character can find jeans in her size” big. Sometimes the proportions feel almost too much, but that might be exactly why it works. It reminds me of those cursed TikToks where the filter stretches everything and yet people in comments still type “link?” The humiliation angle hits when the MC gets caught peeking, or when one of them talks to him like he’s still a kid while his dick is obviously reacting in the shot. There’s a really fun scene where you get caught staring at her cleavage at breakfast, and the way she leans forward, half mocking you, half secretly enjoying your discomfort, is actually hotter than the later explicit stuff. And the mobile build is nice; playing this in bed with brightness low like some shameful little goblin feels exactly right. It’s weird, messy, sometimes clunky, and that’s kind of perfect for what it is.

In my spreadsheets this thing looks like a total outlier. Every month I track genre tags from F95 and itch with some janky Python, and you can literally see this spike where “teasing + sci‑fi + humiliation + milf” starts overlapping with “investigation adventure”. That cluster used to be basically zero. Now there’s this weird nebula of games where the main mechanic is “solve the case with your tits”. This one sits right in the center of that mess. You play a young investigator dumped into a grim, gothic far future city, but nobody gave her proper gear, so her skill tree is basically: tongue, fingers, thighs, and a very low shame stat. First screen I walked into the church district, clicked a random suspicious guard, and suddenly the dialogue tree shifted from normal questions to “offer him a better view”. Chose it, camera framed her ass while she leans forward, pretending to search him, and his suspicion bar actually dropped because he was too busy staring. It’s stupid and hot at the same time, which is kind of the whole game.

The loop feels like someone glued together a point and click detective game with a slow corruption porn comic. You poke around the city map, find traces of the missing officials, and every clue is guarded by people who want something from her body. Not always full-on sex. Sometimes it’s just “take off your armor plates one by one” or “sit on his lap while he explains cult symbols”. The stripping scenes are animated just enough that you can see her hesitate, then keep going, robe slipping, boobs bouncing a little too much for anything standard issue. In one quest I had to get fingerprints from a suspected cultist nun. Expected the usual interrogation, got a “body search” mini-event where she lets the nun grope under her clothes “for contraband”. There’s this nice little moment where the protagonist pretends to complain, cheeks red, but you can tell she’s pressing closer instead of pulling away. The game keeps doing that: pretending it is about duty, while camera focuses on how wet her panties are when she has to “prove her devotion” to some monster-shaped relic. Also the interface is slightly annoying, tiny icons for inventory that you keep misclicking, but then you drag a relic on her body by accident and trigger a possession scene where tentacle shadows slip into her and make her masturbate on the altar while she’s still trying to ask questions about the case. So bug or feature, no idea, I just logged it mentally as “unexpected KPI of hand movement per minute”.

From data side, the funniest part is how many archetypes they cram into one woman. Statistically, games pick one: either cute rookie investigator or heavy milf with giant tits. Here she starts like a normal rookie, then the way the art exaggerates her body in each new outfit, by midpoint she basically turned into the office milf of the Inquisition. Big ass wrapped in pseudo‑holy straps, huge boobs squeezed into uniforms two sizes too small, and every lesbian encounter leans into that. There is one alley segment where a female cultist corners her, forces her to strip under threat of “summoning the beast”, but instead just spreads her on some cold machinery and eats her out while mocking how quickly she’s moaning for a woman she just met. It is half romance, half humiliation, and the dialogue is cheesy as hell, like fanfic written on a phone during commute, which somehow works better in porn than in normal games. You get combat segments too, but they are almost like foreplay that failed: lose a fight, and she gets pinned, fondled, maybe turned into a puppet for a while so the thing inside her can make her flash crowds in the market square. Win the fight, she still ends up rubbing herself off alone in a dark corridor, frustrated, fingers buried deep while she mumbles about “staying focused on the mission” and clearly does not. I actually wanted one clean, non-sexual interrogation, just to see how it feels, but the game keeps pushing her into situations where using her brain is the last resort, and her body has a much faster cooldown. Honestly, my notes are a mess, but the trend line is simple: every choice slowly turns her investigation into a public kink show, and the city reacts, stares, grabs, worships, laughs. Not very subtle, not very polite, but my charts say people are clearly into this filthy mix right now.

Guy wakes up in a place that absolutely hates the concept of “male on top” and it kind of rules and sucks at the same time. Lithzena is like someone took every “what if women ran literally everything and guys were just cute toys” fantasy, mixed it with monster girls, then forgot to put in a safety switch. You’re not a hero here, you’re loot. People argue if it’s an isekai or just a very horny kidnapping. You make your guy, pick how pathetic or cocky he looks, and then the world just starts grinding you down in this slow, teasing way that feels half humiliation, half cuddling with a predator that purrs while it bites. One minute a towering orc woman is calling you “brave little warrior” while clamping a collar on your neck, next minute a classy mage girl is making you kneel so she can use your face like furniture while she reads a spellbook. Everybody smiles too much when they talk about “training”. That part actually reminded me of scrolling through TikTok too long and ending on that weird femdom side where all the comments are “this is not awakening anything I swear” and you know they’re lying.

It looks like a typical RPGM thing at first, walk around, talk, check chests, try not to aggro the wrong tall amazon with claws, but almost every route keeps circling back into some kink-flavored trap. There’s this heel-on-neck vibe running through everything. Even when they’re nice to you, you’re still the pet. The foot stuff is front and center early on: Renee’s scene is this slow, teasing footjob that starts like she’s just nudging you around, using her toes to tilt your chin, then she pins you with one foot on your chest and strokes you with the other like it's the most boring thing she did today. She talks down to you the whole time, like you’re a toy she might return to the shop if you squeak wrong. The animation is simple but her little toe movements and how your character twitches when she squeezes a bit harder, that sells it more than any big flashy effect. Then Felicia shows up with her handjob event and it’s a different kind of cruel, more “cute girl who pretends she’s being gentle while squeezing just a bit too tight, like testing a fruit at the supermarket”. There is this one moment where she starts jerking you off while still having a conversation with someone else in the room, barely looking at you, and that hit way harder than the actual climax.

What made it stick in my head is how the world treats male suffering as background noise. You’re walking through a fancy town square, statues of warrior queens and monster ladies, and somewhere in the corner a guy is leashed to a post, being used as a footrest while two lamia girls gossip about politics. Nobody cares. You can poke around and try to be “strong” but the story keeps shoving you into erotic traps where your choices are more like “do you want to be ruined lovingly or efficiently”. Sometimes it gets a bit too talky, like the dev forgot we came here to get stepped on, not listen to long lore dumps about gynarchy councils, but then you get pulled into another scene where someone wipes their sweaty sole on your chest and the brain goes quiet again. It’s messy, not finished, a bit clunky to move around, and the mini-game parts feel like they escaped from a different hentai game that smoked too much weed, but the core vibe of “fantasy world where you’re prey and the predators are hot, smug, and enjoy using you as a toy” sticks pretty hard. Also, the way the women laugh when you beg? That’s the part that stays in your head when you close the browser.

You start as this broke college guy walking into Burgmeister & Royce like you’re gonna fix your life, then the game just grabs you by the dick and drags you into absolute chaos. Classes? Technically there. But the real “curriculum” is trying not to cum in your pants every five minutes while sorority girls flash you during a stupid drinking game, your landlady “forgets” to close her bathroom door, and your so-called bros push you into shit you know your dad would beat your ass for if he saw it. It’s that filthy campus fantasy where everyone’s way too hot, way too horny, and somehow nobody ever remembers underwear exists.

The sex stuff doesn’t even wait politely. One minute you’re doing some harmless point and click around your crappy dorm room and the next you’re peeping through a slightly open door, catching twins in a lesbian makeout session that is very much not “innocent experimenting.” They drag you in if you pick the right lines and suddenly you’re in this messy tangle of tongues, fingers, one of them riding your face while the other forces your cock between her tits and laughs in your ear about how fast you’re shaking. Later you can pretend you’re a romantic guy, taking a shy virgin girl on a normal date, hand in hand, giggling, then end the night with her masturbating in your lap inside a parked car because she “isn’t ready for penetration yet” but still wants your cum all over her stomach. The game swings from sweet to downright filthy in like two clicks and never apologizes.

What surprised me is how much it leans into power stuff without making it feel like a cheap porn menu. Sometimes you’re the one groping, pulling panties down behind a bar counter while your milf boss pretends she doesn’t notice, and sometimes you end up on your knees with a dominant school queen slapping you with a strap-on, telling you to open wider while her roommate records it on her phone through the keyhole. There’s this whole turn based combat thing tied to frat wars and campus gangs that looks silly at first, then suddenly you’re planning who to bring to a fight because winning opens new prostitution side gigs and losing might end with a humiliating scene where the rival guys use your girl for group sex while you’re forced to watch, dick hard and useless. I wish the game let you punch one particular smug asshole in the balls during a combat segment, it just sits there in my head every time that scene plays. Anyway, between interracial threesomes in trashy motel rooms, anal quickies in the library stacks, puzzle bits to unlock voyeur routes, and that one lesbian romance that somehow feels more emotional than all your straight routes combined, it’s less like a clean dating sim and more like getting lost in the filthiest campus rumor mill ever, where every rumor turns into a clickable scene and half of them end with a creampie dripping down someone’s thigh.

Thomas is that kind of guy every Overwatch nerd pretended to be back when D.Va voice lines were stuck in our heads all day. Except here he actually did it. He is in the team, he sleeps in her bed, he knows exactly how loud she moans when you pull her pigtails and shove her face into the mattress. On paper the relationship looks perfect: famous Korean mecha princess, loyal boyfriend, fans screaming her name on Twitch while she rides his cock after a match like it is just another ranked game. But there is this tiny itch under his skin, like when Battle.net lags right when you ult. Everything is good, nothing is wrong, and yet he wants more. Dirtier. Meaner. Less “idol” and more “cum toy with cute cheeks”.

Then that weird mail shows up, like spam you should ignore but you click it anyway because horniness beats common sense every single time. It is not some big magic ritual or epic prophecy nonsense, it is more like someone slid a cheat menu into his life. One by one, the little options open up. Lower her shame. Boost her arousal in public. Crank up obedience when you whisper in her ear. And you just watch this bright, cocky pro gamer girl, who talks trash in voice chat and winks at cameras, slowly start blushing when you tell her to go out without panties under that tiny skirt. At first she protests, acts all “babo, we can’t, the fans!” and then she is sitting on your lap in the parked car, skirt hiked up, drooling around your dick while people walk right past the tinted window. That moment when she looks up with full ahegao eyes, lipstick smeared, and you realize she is way more into humiliation than she wants to admit, hits harder than any highlight reel.

The fun part is how it mixes the silly parody vibe with really rough stuff. One scene she is doing her cutesy “Nerf this!” type voice while riding a vibrating toy you control from your phone, pretending it is just “training gear” for long matches. The next night you have her tied up in some basement that looks way too close to a practice room, wrists burning against ropes, ass already red from spanking, and you are forcing her to count every slap in broken English while she tries not to scream your name. She cheats on you and it is still your win, because you ordered it. You push her into these messed up “swinging” setups where her so‑called allies get a taste of her, but she is trained so well that she only cums when you tell her she is allowed. The anal scenes hit weird too; the first time she is so proud and cocky, saying she can “tank anything”, then three thrusts later she is babbling like a drunk support player, clutching at you, mascara running, begging you not to film it while you obviously already did. Some bits are slow, like a ranked queue on a dead server, and sometimes the jokes miss, but then there is that one moment where she walks out on stage, still wet from the sex toy hidden inside her, winking at the crowd while you raise the vibration level on your phone, and suddenly all the little rough edges of the game feel on purpose.

First time I launched *House of Shinobi*, I kinda laughed because the main menu music tried *so hard* to sound grand and brooding that it looped in this weird offbeat way - almost like the composer’s laptop was overheating. But then something strange happened. I got pulled in. The way the game paces itself - slow, quiet scenes between sudden bursts of raw, filthy intensity - reminds me of watching late-night anime on a borrowed DVD player when the volume button didn’t work and you had to ride the tension between “God, this is hot” and “Please don't let anyone walk in.” That feeling’s still there, buried under all the messy UI. I swear I stared at the save screen for full five minutes wondering which thumbnail was my actual progress. But that’s kind of the point: it’s accidental intimacy mixed with clunky obsession.

When the game goes erotic, it doesn’t hold back. The moans aren’t cleanly recorded; they’re layered like someone mixed them through an old cassette filter, and somehow it fits better than most ‘HD’ adult games. The scenes with Tsunade and Hinata hit different moods - one warm and messy, the other oddly gentle, like you’re being dared to keep eye contact. It’s not just pixel art but deliberate rhythm: the breathing, the softened thuds, the moment right before a slap lands. Even the humiliation stuff - which I usually skip - felt written by someone who hates and loves their characters at once. That inner contradiction, man… it gets under your skin.

The funny part? Every now and then, the sandbox sections drag you into managing chores or wandering alleyways, like filler episodes in the middle of chaos. I both hated and loved it. It kinda reminded me of grinding in *Honey Select* but with accidental moral consequences. And let’s be honest: nobody needs a moral lesson after three back-to-back creampie routes, yet when Kushina looks at you afterward and says nothing, that silence lingers. Maybe the game isn’t trying to say anything deep. Or maybe it’s mocking the idea that desire ever needed a reason. I still don’t like the font, though.

Okay so this game is basically what happens when someone takes the superhero genre and asks "but what if the hero was actually the bad guy and also horny as fuck?" You're playing this alternate reality "superhero" - and yeah those quotes are doing heavy lifting here - who's supposed to be conquering Earth for some empire. Starts off in a school setting which... look, I get it, gotta start somewhere, but the pacing feels weird jumping from corrupting classmates to taking down actual supervillains.

The mind control mechanics are pretty solid though, not gonna lie. There's this whole progression system where you unlock different powers and techniques, and watching characters slowly break down is satisfying in that dark way. Animation quality varies wildly - some scenes are smooth as butter while others look like they were made during a coffee break. The MILF characters are definitely the highlight, way better written than the younger cast. Combat system exists but it's basically just there to gate content, which honestly fine by me since I'm here for the corruption arcs not button mashing.

What really gets me is how the game handles the superhero parody stuff. Like one minute you're dealing with obvious Superman knockoffs, next you're in some BDSM dungeon scenario with a Wonder Woman clone getting her mind scrambled. The tonal whiplash is real but somehow it works? Maybe because it doesn't take itself too seriously. Sandbox elements let you replay scenes which is clutch for achievement hunting, though the gallery unlock system is janky as hell. Some animations won't trigger properly and I've had to restart entire playthroughs just to get that sweet 100% completion. The exhibitionism content hits different when you're making these "heroes" perform in public while their minds are completely fucked. Dystopian setting provides good backdrop for all the moral corruption happening, makes the whole enslaving humanity thing feel more justified in context.

You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.