Angel Perversion looks at that classic “guardian angel” fantasy and just goes, ok, but what if she was horny, impatient, and a little bit of a dictator in a cute outfit. It’s a short kinetic visual novel, so you’re not here to min-max routes or grind affection stats. No choices, no branching, just you being dragged along while this angel decides your dick and your life need “correction.” As a gamification nerd, honestly, I kind of like how blunt that is. The “progression system” is basically her losing respect for divine rules while gaining interest in your cock. That’s the level-up curve. No menu needed.

The first time she appears over the poor guy’s bed, all soft glow and big tits squeezed into that not-even-pretending-to-be-holy outfit, it feels like the game is setting up a standard “comforting guardian” vibe. Then she starts talking. She’s not satisfied with how timid he is, how he fails at basic life stuff, and she sure as hell isn’t satisfied with how little action he gets. So she just… intervenes. Not in a sweet way. Think more “I’m your angel, you’re my toy, and I’ll fix this mess by using your body like it belongs to me.” There’s a scene where she pins him by the wrists, teases the hell out of him with slow oral, then switches to riding him just because she’s bored of his moaning pace. Zero negotiation. It’s not subtle, but it’s hot if you’re into male dom flavored from her side but with that vibe of “I control everything, including when you finally get to fuck me properly.”

Every bit of her is designed to distract you from the fact you’re not choosing anything. Big ass that bounces when she grinds down on him, tits that move just enough during those animated thrusts to make you forget this is basically a linear slideshow with motion. She uses toys on him and on herself, not because the story needs it, just because she’s experimenting with how far she can push him before he breaks. There’s this one moment where she jerks him with a toy pressed tight against his ass, whispering that he doesn’t deserve heaven yet, then forces him deep insider her and demands a creampie like it’s some holy sacrament. I actually laughed a bit and still had a hard-on, which is like, the perfect eroge brain glitch.

I should say, the “cheating” angle is handled in this weird “technicality” way. He’s got a girl in his life, and the angel treats that like a cute obstacle, not a moral wall. She practically encourages him to treat mortal promises as small print while she gives him heavenly pussy and oral that would convert an atheist. There’s a quick sequence where he worries about being faithful and she basically shuts him up with her tongue on his balls. Honest talk, that’s fucked up, but it fits the game’s whole “angel gone feral” thing. The fantasy vibes are there, halos and light and all, but it’s mostly background to justify why she can appear, bend him over, and then vanish like nothing happened. I do wish they used more of the angel lore stuff for actual progression, though. Like, give me a sin-meter or something.

What annoyed me, and this is small but it kept poking at my brain, is the way the UI highlight color doesn’t really match her color palette. Total tiny detail, but every time I clicked forward, it felt off. Anyway. Mechanically, leveling here is more emotional than numeric. You watch this guy go from passive loser to someone who fucks his own guardian angel hard, grabbing her hips while she begs for more. At the same time, she goes from detached celestial being to a needy pervert who can’t stop asking for “just one more” creampie, like she’s addicted to corrupting her own mission. It’s kind of like watching a skill tree grow sideways instead of up. The pacing is fast, some scenes feel rushed, like a skipped animation frame during anal where you think “wait, we already switched position?” but maybe that’s just me being spoiled by longer VNs. Still, when she’s riding him, wings trembling, drooling on his chest while he thrusts into her, the lack of choices stops mattering and it just feels like a straight-to-the-point fantasy that forgot to pretend it’s pure.

Jacob’s life is already a mess before his cock starts causing problems. He’s stuck in a tiny house with a mom who acts more like a drill sergeant than a parent, always on his ass about every little thing, and then the doctor drops this brilliant “you need to measure your cum every day” routine on him. It sounds like a porn setup because it basically is one, but the game plays it dead serious at first, like it’s actually medical. The first time he has to ask his mom to help because he “can’t reach the measuring cup properly” is the point where you realize this story is not going to stay innocent for long. She keeps trying to be distant and strict, snapping at him, but then you notice how long her eyes stay on his lap, or how she adjusts her blouse once his dick starts hardening through the sheets. It’s slow, but you feel it. The tension is heavy and awkward and hot, in that “I really shouldn’t be turned on by this” way.

What sells it is how much the game likes to tease. Since it’s kinetic, you’re not choosing anything, you’re just locked into watching Jacob get dragged along by events he clearly isn’t ready for. His mom is the classic thick milf: big ass that stretches her skirt when she leans over the table, tits that absolutely do not fit normal buttons, and this cold, bossy tone that just gets worse the more he admits he needs her help. That first “examination” on the bed, where she puts on these fake latex gloves like it’s a hospital, then wraps her hand around his shaft and pretends it’s “only for your health”, is exactly the kind of shit the game is good at. She starts with a basic handjob, all controlled, counting the strokes, telling him not to cum yet. When she finally lets him finish, she’s holding the cup right at the tip, watching every drop like she’s checking engine oil. You can tell she’s trying to keep her breathing normal but failing a bit. Later scenes crank it up: the titfuck on the couch when she “tests a different position”, pressing those big tits around him while keeping this cold, clinical voice, is ridiculous in the best way. And the oral scene where she “has to make sure none is wasted” after he overfills the cup is just straight up filthy, because she still pretends she’s doing him a favor while basically swallowing his entire load. The game swings between weirdly sweet moments, like Jacob desperately wanting her to actually hug him instead of just jerk him off, and full-on female domination, where she grabs his balls when he complains and tells him he’s lucky she even touches him at all. There are little romance sparks too, buried under all the taboo and guilt, which almost feels wrong in this context but also keeps you reading to see how far she’ll go and how much he’ll let her do to him.

Clara’s “Love Hotel” feels like the place your horny brain built when you were fifteen and your wallet was already imagining sugar daddies. It’s not some classy high-society escort fantasy. It’s cheap perfume, sticky elevator buttons, and girls who still check their phone between clients. You follow a teen girl getting sucked into Clara’s world, going from “I’m just looking for some extra cash” to happily spreading her legs for whatever rich pervert books the suite. The whole thing plays like a kinetic visual novel where you’re mostly there to watch her brain rewire itself around money, cock, and control, with Clara pulling strings and smiling like a sexy devil in a tight dress. The story doesn’t rush. First it’s teasing and striptease in those themed rooms, girls grinding slowly while the client watches like a creep through tinted glass, then the jobs start getting nastier: anal for an extra wad of bills, creampies that drip out while Clara counts the cash, toys shoved in to keep the girl “ready” for the next guy. You barely make a choice, you just sit there like a voyeur, and somehow that fits the whole hotel vibe perfectly.

One moment that stuck in my head had the main girl lying on silk sheets while an older woman, a full-on milf type with that rich cougar aura, just toys with her for a client hidden behind the curtain. She whispers to the teen how she’s nothing but a fucktoy now, fingers deep, thumb circling her clit, and the hotel’s camera quietly recording every twitch for “private archives.” The girl pretends to be shy at first, but the game doesn’t keep that illusion long. By the time Clara pairs her with a calm, serious dilf businessman, she’s already the one pushing his cock inside, asking if he wants to finish in her ass or her pussy because “Clara gives bonuses for messy endings.” There’s a fun little moment where two lesbians working the same floor sneak into an empty room between clients, toys buzzing, tongue on tongue, and you realize they’re half doing it for pleasure and half to warm up before the next paying guest. The corruption doesn’t feel cartoonish, more like a slow slide where you watch the girl go from flinching at her first blowjob to riding a stranger like it’s just a normal shift. Some scenes lean more romantic, weirdly enough, especially when a regular client starts bringing gifts and treating her like his personal escort, and the game kind of pretends there’s “love” in a place that operates like a brothel. It’s messy, horny, sometimes sweet, sometimes nasty, and it never apologizes for treating every girl in that hotel as both employee and property, legs open on demand while Clara counts the profits with that lazy, satisfied smile.

The game throws you straight into this weirdly cozy hellhouse where your “family” is too hot and too wrong at the same time. You’re the only guy in a place ruled by a demon mom who looks like she should be on some cursed porn magazine cover, and two sisters who are basically walking trouble. Story just moves on its own, no choices, no bullshit menus, you just click and watch things spiral out of control. It feels like reading a horny comic while someone keeps turning the pages for you. The mom comes off soft and gentle at first, but the more you see her, the more you realize she’s in charge of everything. She plays the caring MILF, hugs a bit too long, squeezes in too close on the couch, “accidentally” bends in front of you with those huge tits barely contained, then later she’s totally fine with using your cock like it belongs to her. The game doesn’t shy away from the whole taboo thing, it leans on it hard. She talks like she raised you and now wants to “claim” her reward, and it’s not subtle. Honestly they could have toned down the dialogue a bit, but it also made it kinda hot in a trashy way that feels like some cursed Pornhub script that found a budget.

The sisters are another mess. One is more playful and bratty, constantly teasing you, walking around half dressed, making “jokes” about you watching her change, then testing how far she can push before you snap. There’s a really funny scene where she pretends she doesn’t notice you in the hallway and starts masturbating in front of her open door, clearly wanting you to watch, and the camera just stays on her face way longer than necessary. I was sitting there thinking, why am I staring at her eyelashes during a nut scene, but somehow it worked. The other sister plays the colder type, acts all annoyed and distant, then later you catch her touching herself while whispering your name like she hates herself for it. The game keeps putting you in spots where you’re watching them from angles that feel really dirty, like peeking around the corner, or seeing reflections in mirrors. Sometimes it feels a bit too much, like the story is trying to shock you every five minutes with more corruption, more breeding talk, more “you’re mine now” lines. And at the same time I kept clicking because the animations are surprisingly smooth, nothing crazy flashy, just small details like how their hips move when you pin them down, or how the mom keeps eye contact when she’s riding you and talking about filling her up. There’s a whole scene on the living room couch where everyone kind of crosses that last line, and it’s both hot and weirdly awkward, like someone mixed a family reunion with a satanic orgy and forgot to invite shame. I thought I’d get tired of the linear story, but the way the corruption builds slowly, from teasing to outright obsession, actually pulled me along. Or maybe I’m just weak when big tits and demon horns show up in the same frame. Hard to say.

Guy orders a basic ass workday, ends up delivering pizza to his own boss’s place, and somehow that turns into “hi, here’s your pepperoni, also your job is now hanging by your dick.” The whole thing feels like someone took a boring shift at a delivery app, poured porn on it, and said “yeah this is fine.” You roll up with a warm box and zero expectations, then the door opens and it’s the boss’s wife, who looks absolutely nothing like a woman that cooks. She’s the kind of milf that makes you uninstall Tinder in shame. She starts with small talk that’s way too friendly for normal life, that awkward “come inside for a minute” line, and suddenly your dumb ass is standing in their hallway, shoes still on, pretending you’re not staring at her tits while she asks how your day was, like that matters when she’s in that dress. The game leans into that slow build, the fake politeness, the “oh I forgot my wallet upstairs” bit, and you just know it’s bait but you follow anyway because yeah, no brain, only cock.

Once it flips from polite to horny, it goes from 0 to “this is how restraining orders happen” real quick. She gets all touchy, brushing past you a little too close, fingers grazing your arm, then your thigh, then straight up palming your dick through your pants while still talking about her husband like this is a TED talk. Handjob on the couch feels like some porn you’d scroll past on XVideos and then come back to later because it stuck in your brain for no reason. The dev loves those moments where she’s looking you dead in the eye, stroking slow, asking if you’re scared of losing your job while she’s the one doing all the crime. The blowjob scene hits that messy “I shouldn’t be here but holy shit” vibe, with her wiping saliva off her chin and smirking like she’s proud of herself. When it goes to full vaginal, it’s not just quick thrusts and boom, fade to black. She climbs on top, rides you like she’s been bored for years, talks shit about her husband’s stamina while milking you for every drop, and it’s funny and fucked at the same time. The way the bed creaks is weirdly loud though and I got irrationally annoyed by that, like ma’am, tighten the screws, you’re rich.

There’s no real choice tree, it just flows, like you were never going to say no anyway. Parts of it pretend to give you options, like “should I stay or leave” when we all know you’re gonna stay and let this woman ruin your life. The humor sneaks in all over the place: the boss texting you mid blowjob, her pausing with your dick half in her mouth to tell you “don’t answer, he types slow,” and you kind of hate her and love her at once. She switches between fake innocent wife and full-on cheating demon in half a second, and it actually works, even when it shouldn’t. Oral, hand, pussy, it covers the core stuff with enough dirty talk that you don’t need a flowchart to follow what’s going on. I kinda wish there was one really stupid scene like her trying to pay for pizza with “other methods” and you demanding exact change anyway, but yeah, that’s never happening. Instead you just get dragged deeper into this mess, one blowjob, one creampie, one bad decision at a time, while the game keeps smirking at you like “this is fine, right?” and you already know the answer.

Fate in this game feels messy and horny at the same time, like the universe got drunk on Tinder and astrology memes. You play this guy who honestly looks like the quiet dude you see in a café scrolling Reddit, but inside he’s this walking pressure cooker of need and soft feelings. He’s not some hentai superhero with a magic dick, he’s just… there, in his room, phone glowing, music in the background, thinking way too much and jerking off to fantasies that feel almost real. The kinetic style makes it feel like you’re being dragged along on rails, but in a good way, like destiny already wrote the script and you’re just watching your own sex life from outside your body. Sometimes I wanted choices, then ten seconds later I was glad I had none, because it let the tension keep climbing without me messing it up.

The romance here isn’t that fake porn “hey step bro” stuff, it’s this slow, awkward orbit between people who clearly want each other but are too scared to say it out loud. There’s a girl who acts confident in public, smiling wide, laughing too loud, and then the second she’s kind of alone with you and the clothes start to matter, you see every little insecurity crack open. Her nipples are hard but her eyes are nervous, that kind of thing. When she starts showing too much skin in risky places, that exhibition thrill hits different, like she’s trying to prove something to herself more than to you. At one point she’s pressed against a window, light from outside on her ass while her hand is down your pants, stroking you slow, whispering nonsense about how “no one can see us” when it’s obviously a lie. The game really milks that heavy silence where nobody talks, just breathing, handjobs, and the tiny sounds of skin on skin. It made me weirdly emotional for no reason, then in the next scene I was just horny again and forgot all that.

What surprised me most is how the lesbian stuff doesn’t feel like some extra category added just to tick a box. It sneaks in soft, like two girls sharing a bed on a trip, touching “by accident,” then it turns into lips on lips, tongue sliding in, and this raw need that’s almost jealous of the male lead, but also not really. Watching her kiss another girl while she’s still thinking about you? That hits like fate being a little bitch. There’s a moment where she’s on her knees, mouth full of cock, hands stroking the shaft, spit stringing down, and you can still see in her eyes that she’s picturing someone else’s fingers on her, like she’s split between paths. Oral scenes are detailed without turning into weird anatomy textbook stuff. Same with the actual penetration: when she finally lets you slide inside her, it’s not just “thrust thrust moan,” it’s that first slow push, her grabbing your wrist, nails digging in, half scared of how much she wants it. I liked the pacing, then sometimes I hated it, because it made me wait too long for the next explicit bit and I’m not a patient person at all. Also there’s this one sound effect that feels slightly off, like a cheap porn loop, and it pulled me out every time, but I guess it’s part of the charm of a prequel. The game feels like catching a glimpse of your future sex life in a dream: not perfect, not polished, a bit embarrassing, but you wake up still thinking about those bodies, those almost-confessions, and you kind of wish destiny would hurry the fuck up already.

Two horny disasters sharing an apartment, trying really hard to act normal while everything is dripping with sexual tension. That’s basically the vibe here, and it works way better than it should. You play as the female MC, stuck in this weird line between “good roommate” and “I kinda want to pin her to the couch and make her scream my name.” It starts pretty tame, lots of dumb jokes, awkward glances, one of them “accidentally” walking around half naked, that kind of thing. Then it does that slow creep from cute to filthy. One night she thinks the other girl is out, grabs her phone, opens some trash porn site and starts rubbing one out, and then you realize the roommate is actually watching from the door. The game just lets the moment hang there; you hear her breathing, the MC trying to keep quiet, and it’s way hotter than some loud screaming scene. The voyeur angle hits hard, because it really feels like catching somebody in the most private moment, except here you kind of want her to get caught.

It’s a kinetic novel, so yeah, you’re basically riding the train instead of driving it, but it actually fits this story. You’re not juggling stats or grinding affection hearts; you’re watching this lesbian slow-burn romance wobble between “we’re just friends” and “I want you to choke me while you call me a slut.” There are moments where the roommate switches from goofy idiot to full-on dom and it’s so sudden it throws you. One scene, they’re on the bed watching some stupid meme compilation on a tiny mobile screen, laughing, next second she grabs the MC’s wrist, pins it above her head and starts spanking her through her panties for making a snarky comment. No need for long explanation, she just does it, and the MC goes from “hey what the hell” to moaning into the pillow pretty fast. And yeah, you get anal, oral, handjobs, all that, but what actually sticks is how the game keeps mixing humiliation with affection. She’ll push the MC to strip in front of the open window, lights on, blinds open, neighbors maybe watching, then kiss her forehead while the MC is shaking and dripping. It’s sweet and fucked up in the same breath. The violence tag mostly shows up when the spanking turns rough and you see actual marks, or when the dom side goes just a bit too hard with slapping and hair pulling and you’re like “okay damn, chill” but also you don’t want her to.

The animations are simple but very on point, like the little shivers when a tongue slides in, the way fingers curl when she’s getting fingered on the couch, trying not to scream because someone might hear through the thin apartment walls. There is a shower scene where the MC is masturbating, thinking about her roommate’s lips, and you see the silhouette through the glass door. Then the roommate pushes the door open, fully dressed, watches her for a second without saying a word, then just steps in with shoes and all and drops to her knees. Completely unrealistic, completely perfect. The humor keeps showing up in the worst possible moments too, like when the MC accidentally butt-dials a food delivery app right after getting her ass slapped raw, and has to answer while the roommate is licking her between the legs. The tone never stays consistent, and honestly that’s what makes it feel like two actual messy girls figuring each other out, switching from romance to filth to teasing in the space of one scene. There is romance under all the BDSM and pervy stuff, but it never turns into some cheesy “soulmate” speech. It’s more like “I own your ass now, also I made pancakes.” Which, frankly, is peak relationship goal.

Two anxious lesbians, one shitty small-town hotel, and of course the last room left has a single bed. That’s the whole setup, and weirdly, it’s enough. The game doesn’t pretend to be some wild porn buffet, so if you’re expecting constant moaning and fluids everywhere, nah. This is more “oh fuck, her thigh is touching mine, do I move away or die here” energy. You click through their internal panic, their awkward jokes, that quiet tension when the room suddenly feels way too warm and nobody wants to be the first one to admit they’ve been crushing for ages. It’s slow, like watching two eggs try to flirt, but there’s something really honest about it. Not “queer for the male gaze” nonsense, more like “I’ve actually been that girl pretending to scroll Instagram while my heart beats like crazy because she rolled closer in bed”.

The art hits that cute and slightly shy vibe, not hyper-sexualized. Soft expressions, some blush, messy hair from a cheap pillow. You get a lot of focus on faces, on eyes looking away then back again, and small details like how their bodies shift closer without any big dramatic moves. When the game finally lets things get physical, it feels earned. Like, you actually went through the stomach knots first. There is kissing, touching, that little moment where one of them hesitates with her hand under the sheet like “is this really ok?” and the other practically melts at being wanted. It is hot, but not in a “fuck me daddy” way, more “I’ve wanted you for so long and I’m terrified but also so wet I can’t think straight” way. The sex scenes don’t go super graphic, there’s no huge list of positions or toys or whatever. It’s simple: hands, mouths, closeness, body warmth. The “porn” is the emotional build-up, which might annoy some people who just want quick masturbation material. To be real, I wished at least once they went a bit dirtier, like some actual explicit dirty talk, but the shy romantic tone never really breaks. One tiny thing that drove me mad: the way one of them keeps overexplaining feelings in her head mid-makeout, like girl, you’re not writing a diary, just grab her ass and breathe.

Still, I liked that it feels unapologetically lesbian, not a “bi-but-secretly-for-men” fake scenario. No random male intruder, no “what if your boyfriend finds out,” no bullshit. Just two girls who have known each other too long, stuck in a cheap room with one bed and a pile of emotions they’ve been pretending not to see. You feel the weight of shared history in tiny lines, like when one remembers how the other cried on her shoulder years ago, and that memory shows up again when they’re pressed together under the same blanket. It made me think of old queer fanfics on LiveJournal, before everything tried to be polished and SEO-friendly. There is romance, like actual romance, where consent is checked without turning into a lecture, where the affection doesn’t vanish once hands slide under shirts. Some moments do drag; one inner monologue goes in circles so much I almost alt-tabbed to Twitter just to breathe, but then there’s this one line where she admits she’s scared the other will regret it in the morning, and it hits way too close to home if you ever had internalized shit about your own desire. It’s horny, but it’s also about that queer fear that sex might ruin the friendship. And when their bodies finally align and someone lets out that first honest, helpless sound, it feels like more than just “oh nice, tits”. It feels like two girls deciding that yeah, this is worth the risk, even if tomorrow is awkward as hell.

Waking up inside a smartphone because a horny trickster god got bored with you is already wild, but this thing leans into it hard. You used to fuck other guys’ wives, now you’re literally trapped inside their husbands, riding along in their bodies like a cursed passenger. You feel what they feel, see what they see, and you’re stuck with their hard-ons, their guilt, their shitty life choices. Loki basically turned you into a pervy parasite and then sits there laughing while you try not to lose your mind every time some big titty wife bends over in front of “you”. It’s not subtle. It’s not gentle. It’s that kind of story where the universe kicks you in the balls and then asks if you liked it.

The pace is weird in the best way. Sometimes you’re just scrolling messages and photos, swiping through this guy’s life, then suddenly the wife walks in wearing nothing but a towel that barely holds her big ass, drops it “by accident”, starts teasing him like she’s bored and horny at the same time. You’re inside his head, feeling the heat climb, his cock getting hard under the table while she pretends it’s no big deal, sucking on a popsicle right in his face like a joke that goes too far. There’s this nasty, delicious corruption vibe, because half the time you’re pushing him to give in, whispering in his thoughts, “Touch her, go on, fuck her, she wants it”, and the other half you’re actually panicking, because you know some of these women are already being fucked behind his back by someone else. Or they will. Loki keeps hinting, poking, showing you clips, screenshots, little details that make you question everything. The netorare sting isn’t a sudden shock, it crawls under your skin. You see a lipstick mark that shouldn’t be there, a chat icon popping up a bit too often, a photo angle that screams “someone else took this”. You’re still jerking off in your own head when you realize you’re probably not the only one tasting her tonight.

What really got me is how horny it stays even when it gets mean. You’ve got slow, intimate scenes where she sits on his lap and grinds on him through thin panties, whispering soft romance shit in his ear, kissing his neck, guiding his hands under her top, making him feel her huge tits while she bites her lip. Then suddenly she’s on her knees, sucking him off messy, drool on her chin, eyes staring up like she’s in love and also in total control. The AI CG stuff has that slightly unreal polish, but in a good way, like you’re watching a fantasy that became just real enough to hurt. Vaginal, oral, stripping piece by piece, teasing until you want to scream at the screen. And you’re not actually “doing” anything, it’s a kinetic story, so your only job is to watch this guy live the life you deserved and kind of hate him for it, while Loki treats you like a pet he toys with. The worst part is that it works. One moment you’re melting when she cuddles up, saying she’s scared to lose him, the next your gut twists because something she says doesn’t match, and you know you’re being played from both sides. It’s horny, cruel, funny in that “I shouldn’t be laughing, but I am” way. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

There is this quiet, slightly tired feeling in the whole thing that hit me harder than all the porn grindfests I usually dig through on itch and F95. You start with this middle-aged bar owner who clearly had his “fun young time” years ago, then just pressed stop on life. The guy lives between empty glasses, Spotify playlists stuck on old rock, and that awkward silence after the last drunk leaves. And into that walks Elena, still carrying that fresh hurt you only get when you believed some dude’s promises a bit too hard. It’s one of those nights where two people should probably just go home, jerk off to Pornhub, sleep, and forget everything. They don’t, obviously. The whole kinetic setup is basically saying: you’re not choosing where the story goes, you’re just stuck in the backseat watching these two try to use sex as a bandage over old shit that never healed right.

The route that plays “normal” romance feels like a long, slow exhale. He is careful with her, not in a corny way, more like someone who fucked up enough in life to finally learn where to touch and when to shut up. There are a lot of small moments: her hand shaking a little when she takes that first sip of whiskey, his fingers brushing her thigh while he pretends to talk about music, that dumb smile when she realizes she actually wants his mouth on her. When it finally turns explicit, it is not some turbo-hentai nonsense. She drops to her knees and you can almost hear her thinking “fuck it” before she pulls his cock out. The blowjob scenes are long and almost too real; spit on her chin, her mascara slightly smeared, his hips twitching when she decides to take him a bit deeper than she can handle. Then the bed, finally, with that slow, lazy missionary where they look at each other way too much for just a one night thing. Vaginal creampie, yeah, but framed more like a mistake they both secretly want, not just a “achievement unlocked” moment. And at the same time I kind of hated how sometimes the dialogue leans a bit Tumblr-poetry, like two people trying to sound deep on WhatsApp at 1 in the morning. There is also this corruption flavored second path where the mood shifts and he stops being only gentle. The bar feels colder, less safe. His hands close around her wrists, push them above her head, and you can tell he is testing how far she will go to forget the guy who broke her. Light bondage, a bit of rough throat-fucking, his voice in her ear telling her when to open her mouth, when to beg, when to ride him until her legs are shaking. It is still pretty tame compared to some brutal stuff out there, but it has that nice edge where romance and male control mix in a way that makes your brain and your dick argue. By the end I only really remembered two things: her face when she realizes he actually sees her, not just her body, and the moment his cum spills inside her and neither of them does the “oh no, what about protection” talk. Also, the save menu font annoys me for no reason. Anyway, it lingers. Not like a big dramatic saga or some hardcore fetish circus, more like that one chat on Telegram with someone you fucked once and never muted.