You start as this quiet security guy who is clearly paid way too little for how dirty his nights get. Camera feeds, dark corridors, bored scrolling on your phone, that constant low buzz of cheap lights above your head. The whole place feels like it wants to keep secrets, and everybody around you already has one. The mafia angle actually works here, not just as excuse for guns and tattoos, but as this weird family you get sucked into, with people who smile at you while planning how to break someone’s fingers in the next room. It’s the kind of world where “loyalty” means a lot until someone prettier walks in with a better offer or shorter skirt.

The boss’s daughter is where everything breaks open. She walks like she owns not only the club, but your dick too, long before she even touches you. At first she flirts in front of the cameras, knowing exactly which angles you see from the control room. Short skirt, no bra, leaning over desks when she clearly doesn’t need to. She treats the surveillance system like her own private stage. There is a scene where she’s talking to her father in the office, pretending to be this innocent girl, and the second he leaves, she sits on the desk facing the camera, spreads her legs a bit and just stares into the lens like she knows you are about to undo your belt. That slow burn voyeur stuff works better than all the usual instant porn clicks. You feel like a creep. A very happy creep. And then later she acts offended you watched. Of course she knew. Of course she likes it. It’s a mafia world, everyone likes a bit of control, even when they pretend they hate it.

What I didn’t expect is how the game makes “security work” into foreplay. Checking blind spots, timing patrols, figuring out which camera to switch off right before your “meeting” with her in the storage room. One time she drags you into this dim back corridor, hand pressed over your mouth, telling you to be quiet while she jerks you off against a wall, and at the same time you keep one eye on the tiny monitor behind her to make sure no one sees. There is this mixture of panic and arousal that feels very honest, like being hard at the worst possible moment. Then things get heavier. Her idea of fun slides from teasing to choking, collar play, you on your knees between her thighs while her father is literally in the next room talking business. She will suck you off under a desk and then five minutes later act like you are her new bodyguard, ordering you to keep other girls “safe”, when everyone knows you are just checking them out on camera and imagining who will end up on their knees next. There is anal in places where nobody should realistically try anal, facials on floors that never get cleaned, a closed door scene where you hear two women moaning and only see them through a dusty monitor, their legs tangled together while you stroke yourself, too nervous to walk in. Corruption creeps up slowly, one favor at a time, until you realize you are no longer the quiet guard, but the guy coordinating who goes where, who gets tied up, who gets shared. And if you are smart, you’ll take it slow, let the teasing scenes breathe, stay a little longer on each camera, watch how their faces change when they think nobody is looking, then walk in at the worst possible moment and ruin their fake innocence properly.

Bindr feels like someone mashed together a horny LinkedIn, a dating app and a BDSM diary, then gave you god mode and said “ok, you’re the guy who *made* this thing, now go ruin lives nicely”. You’re not some random broke loser swiping right on bots, you are the dev, the puppet master, the dude with the master key to the kink vault. Every profile you open is like spying on a different fetish ecosystem: rich brats who want to be treated like property, smug dommes that talk like they own your spine, “good boys” pretending they don’t crave humiliation while their tag list screams the opposite. The whole thing plays like a dating sim that forgot to be shy, where the romance route and the “put a collar on me and make me your slave” route are almost the same, just with different levels of lube and crying. You go from flirty texting to “here’s my toy box, pick something and tell me what you’ll do to me” way faster than any real app ever would, which honestly feels more honest than Tinder.

What I like is how it lets you switch vibe without asking permission. One chat you’re this smooth caring dom, praising her, teasing, spanking just enough so her ass matches the blush on her cheeks, then in the next match you’re the one getting dragged by a ruthless CEO type who uses her heels like negotiation tools and treats your balls like a poorly performing department. One girl suck you off in a quiet, almost sweet way, eyes up, hair tucked, and the scene feels romantic. Later there’s a tag combo of anal, multiple penetration and humiliation that basically goes “romance is cancelled today” and the same app suddenly feels like a porn dungeon with a search bar. Sometimes you think “ok this is too much”, like when a scene tries to mix cuddly romance talk with hardcore slave play in the same breath and your brain is stuck between “aww” and “oh fuck that’s rough”. There are moments where the BDSM feels more like checkbox porn than real power exchange, like someone went “we need footjob, throw it in here between the handjob and the creampie and don’t think about pacing”, but then the next match has this quiet little blowjob scene where she’s the one in control just by slowing down and staring, and it hits harder than all the whips. Also, tiny thing that drove me crazy: the way the in-game app noises pop at weird times, like a notification chime right when you’re about to finish a scene, completely killing the mood, and then it never stops doing that, like a horny Outlook calendar that hates you. You’ll be mid-anal, mid-slurping, mid-groping, trying to decide if you want to be the gentle romantic or the cruel bastard, and the game just throws another Bindr ping in your ear like “hey, stop cumming, new match”. Honestly, I kind of love it. And I don’t. At all.

Second year at Wentford is supposed to be about skipping lectures, half‑assed lab reports and maybe getting laid at some drunk dorm party if you’re lucky. Instead, you blow up one after‑class experiment, wake up with a dick, tits, curves and a body that can’t decide if it wants to be the heroine of a romance VN or the main attraction of Pornhub’s weirdest search page. The game throws you right into that “oh shit” feeling: you’re still you, same memories, same best friend from childhood, same crushes, but now every shower, every locker room, every crowded hallway in campus hits different. People you knew look at you in a new way. Some stare. Some pretend they don’t, then you catch them in the mirror. The whole vibe is “I’m not supposed to be turned on by this” while you’re very obviously turned on by this. It’s funny too, in that stupid meme way. The script has dumb jokes about bad chemistry puns, Dragon Ball references that are slightly wrong on purpose, and horny banter that actually sounds like Discord chat, not like some old dude trying to write “modern youth”. One moment you’re trying to figure out your schedule, next moment your professor bends over the desk and your new dick has its own plans. There is this scene in the lab, where you try to hide a raging futa boner behind a clipboard while your best friend talks about reaction yields, and the animation focuses on her lips way more than on the glassware. It’s not subtle. At all.

Sex stuff ramps up slowly if you want, then suddenly you’re juggling a horny roommate with big tits who “accidentally” walks around in a crop top, a milf neighbor who brings you homemade cookies and checks your “recovery”, and a bunch of girls at campus who think you’re the coolest freak accident ever. Sometimes it’s soft and romantic, kissing in the rain near the dorms, slow handjob in the dark, quiet little I‑love‑you that feels too real. Then next route it’s you buried between a thick ass and a pillow, watching your own cock slide into someone while another girl sits on your face, and you’re like, yeah ok, this escalated. There is lesbian stuff, there is full futa on girl pounding, there is anal that starts with teasing and ends with a messy creampie where you didn’t expect it, there is even that one scene where you get a footjob on the couch while another girl pretends to watch Netflix on her phone. Animations are short loops but they hit the right spots: hips rolling, cum spurts, tongue on clit, subtle ass jiggle. I like that they show the body transformation not just as “haha now you’re hot” but as corruption too. Your choices push you toward being caring and romantic, or a voyeur creep spying through doors, or a jealous cheater who fucks someone raw then still goes home to cuddle another girl like nothing happened. The interracial stuff slips in like it’s no big deal, which I personally like, but some people might want more build‑up there. I kinda wish the school parts had more actual studying, more chemistry puzzles or something, but who am I kidding, nobody loads an eroge for balanced academia. I opened it “just to check it out” on my phone, next thing I know I’m doing route math in a Google Keep note and replaying that scene where your best friend slowly goes from shy curiosity to grinding on your lap in the dorm chair. And there was something I wanted to say about titfucking in the bathroom stall, but now I’m thinking about the corrupted version of that same girl later, when she offers herself to a whole group like it’s totally natural, and I forgot what my point was. Anyway, the game is one long, horny identity crisis with big asses, big choices and that special kind of campus chaos where every door you open might have someone masturbating behind it, including you.

Guy sees one weird ad on his phone, taps it like an idiot, and suddenly his whole life is tits, rules, and women who talk to him like he’s a toy they bought on Amazon. That’s pretty much the vibe of Femdom Academy. It feels like one of those shady mobile apps that tries to flirt with you in push notifications, except this time the flirting turns into a full school system built around you being the rare guy in a country full of horny, bossy women who think “consent form” is just a warm up. The setting is this strict academy where you’re the male transfer student, and every hallway is a trap. You’re staring up at teachers with big tits pressed against the desk, classmates who pretend to be sweet girls but tighten the metaphorical collar the second you say something stupid, and prefect-types who show up after classes to check if you did your “obedience homework”. Half the time you’re trying to be smooth and spit some pickup line like you’re on Bumble, half the time you’re on your knees wondering how the hell a math quiz turned into a blowjob test with a vibrator involved.

What I liked a lot is how the game actually lets you mess up your “game”. You try to be charming, throw out a line you’d use on Tinder, and instead of a cheesy romance answer you get a sharp smile and, boom, she’s pushing your head right into her thigh and telling you exactly how you’re going to make up for that cheesy shit. There’s this scene in a study room, for example, where you can try to compliment a girl’s ass in a cocky way. If you aim it right, she leans back in her chair, spreads her legs slow, pulls a toy from her bag like it’s just a pen, and starts teasing herself while making you watch. If you aim it wrong, she calls over another girl, they both sit on your face one after the other and keep talking about your “presentation skills” like it’s a normal group project. The whole POV thing hits harder here because the camera keeps you low, looking up at their thighs, their hands in your hair, drool and lipstick and that slight cruel smile when they know they’ve got you. There’s a lesbian angle running in the background too, some girls playing with each other while using you as furniture, and you catch tiny glimpses of jealousy or softness when they think you’re not looking. But every time you think “oh, she’s actually nice”, she tightens a collar, grabs your chin and makes you hold eye contact while she uses a vibrator on you until your legs shake. It’s rough, a bit crazy, sometimes emotional in a weird way, and very obviously about you being the rare dick in a world of confident women who want everything from handjobs in the locker room to full-on group scenes in the dorm, on their terms, at their pace, with your role locked in as the willing, horny, slightly overwhelmed toy who keeps coming back for more.

MC drags his ass back from college, broke, horny, kinda full of himself, and walks into this house where everybody pretends nothing is weird while absolutely everything is horny as hell. You’ve seen that whole “landlady and roommates” thing a thousand times, yeah, but here it’s your grandma’s classy friend stealing the spotlight like some milf-gilf hybrid that knows exactly how much power she has over a dumb young guy. She acts all gentle and wholesome, offering tea, asking about your grades, patting your cheek, then a bit longer hand on your shoulder, leaning too close, soft perfume in your face while her tits accidentally press on your arm. That kind of “oops” that is not an oops at all. And the game lives in that slow grind from cozy cuddling on the couch to “oh shit, I’ve got my dick in my grandmother’s friend while everyone else is asleep in the same house”.

What hits different here is how it mixes the cuddly romance vibe with some pretty filthy stuff without even blinking. One moment she’s tucking you in, stroking your hair, you get that sweet almost vanilla kiss, and ten minutes later she’s on her knees doing this lazy, teasing blowjob while scolding you for staring at her big ass every morning. And it keeps going deeper: anal, rimming, spit, sloppy handjobs under a blanket while the TV is on, titjobs where she’s laughing because you finish too fast, then making you do it again. There’s this whole thing with her “training” you, switching between femdom and fake innocence, calling you a good boy then turning around and letting you slam her from behind with this messy creampie that actually matters for the story. Pregnancy hints sneak in, those late-night scenes where she presses your hand against her belly and casually drops “What if I kept your seed inside me?” like that’s just small talk. Add in twins visiting, the neighbor with milf energy, a shy virgin girl from next door, and suddenly you’re juggling a harem where everyone sort of knows something is off but nobody wants to say it out loud. So you get group shower scenes where someone “helps” wash your dick, spanking games in the living room when nobody’s home, cosplay nights where she’s dressed like a strict teacher and you end up licking her pussy clean as punishment, and even weirdly tender footjob moments where she uses her toes and just smiles, telling you to relax. The game goes hard on urination and squirting if you push those paths, the kind of stuff where she sits on your face and just lets go, then acts like it was a totally normal “massage”. You get pegged if you’re into that, or you turn it around and go full maledom, choking and groping, bending her over the kitchen counter while the kettle is still boiling. Somehow, in between all the bdsm gear, toys shoved in all the places, lesbian side fun in the guest room, and her worshiping your cock like it’s some holy relic, it still keeps looping back to this weirdly warm romance where you two cuddle after ruining the sheets and talk about nothing in particular like the whole house isn’t one big slow-burning cheating festival.

College spits you back out, you drag your suitcase up the old familiar stairs, and the first thing that hits you is that weird mix of nostalgia and horny frustration. You’re supposed to be the “grown up” version of yourself now, but the house still smells like coffee, furniture polish and that floral perfume your grandma’s friend wears. She’s the one waiting inside. Not some generic landlady with rented room rules, but this older woman who clearly remembers you as “such a cute kid” and now can’t stop staring at the outline in your jeans when you stretch. The game leans hard into that shift, that strange moment where polite family-adjacent small talk slowly, painfully tilts into something that should probably be illegal in five different ways. It does not rush. It pokes at you. Constantly. Morning wood scenes, shower doors that never really close, “accidental” brushing of her tits against your back when she squeezes behind you in the tiny kitchen. You’re not being told “this is a porn game, go click sex.” You’re stuck in that half-realistic, half-fantasy zone where you creep around the hallway at night, phone screen low, pretending you’re going to the bathroom while you secretly hope to catch her bent over the washing machine again.

What hits hardest is how much of the actual play is just you existing in this cramped domestic space with people who all want something from you. Some want comfort, some want cock, some pretend they don’t want either. You spend a lot of time in small interactions: a hand on your thigh lingering just a bit too long during a movie, toes sliding up your calf under the table, a “help me with this zipper” that clearly doesn’t need help. One scene that stuck with me was when you’re on the couch with her, late, both tipsy, and she falls asleep half on your lap. Your hand ends up resting on her ass almost by accident. You can pull away like a good little boy, or you can let your fingers sink in a bit, feel that heavy warmth, smell her skin. If you push your luck she doesn’t jump, she sighs, like she’s been waiting for this exact mistake. It’s slow burn, but when it finally snaps, the game is not shy. You go from stolen glances to her on her knees, spit on your cock, mumbling how long she waited to taste you. There’s worship here, a lot of it. Your body is treated like a toy and a shrine at the same time: cock kissing, balls cradled, her laughing while she edges you with lazy strokes and then scolding you for almost cumming on her face without permission. At some point you realize half the house has their own angle on you, from the sweet virgin type who just wants cuddles and suddenly finds herself riding you until she squirts on your stomach, to the pushy one who uses your face like a seat and then pretends it never happened at breakfast. There is some goofy stuff too, like a cosplay night that starts as a silly joke and ends with you in handcuffs, her in a way-too-tight outfit, using a toy on herself while you’re forced to watch until she lets you join. The writing swings between affectionate and filthy in a way that feels messy, a bit clumsy, but honest. Sometimes the pacing drags and you’ll click through way too many “good morning” scenes for one butt squeeze, and a couple of side characters feel like they exist only to feed your dick without much personality. But then there is this tiny quiet moment where one of them curls up against your chest after a crazy group scene, tracing circles on your skin, whispering that she hopes you don’t leave again, and you realize the game is not only about fucking every hole in reach. It pretends to be just cheap smut, then throws in pregnancy talks, jealousy, cheating, a weirdly wholesome cuddle after you have her bent over the sink for anal. It’s messy, horny, a bit wrong, and strangely cozy in a way that will probably say something about your brain you didn’t want to know.

MC comes back from college, thinks he is just going to crash in his old room, jerk off in peace and pretend to look for a job. Then Grandma pops in with this "old friend" of hers who looks like somebody took every milf / gilf fantasy tag from a porn site and put it into one thirsty woman. She is polite at first, all tea and cookies and "how is your studying", but the game is not subtle. The camera lingers on her tits too long, the way she sits on the couch shows too much thigh, she bends just a little too slow when she picks up something in front of MC. There is this really nice build up where she keeps "accidentally" touching him, brushing his leg, hugging him from behind in the kitchen. You can pretend to be innocent, but the game knows you are watching for that first shower peeping moment, and it delivers that early. You see her soaped up body in the foggy glass, big ass pushed back, tits heavy, and MC arguing with himself if he should keep watching or pull out his dick right there. Of course you do. The masturbation scenes feel kind of clumsy in a good way, like an actual horny college guy back in his childhood room, trying to be quiet while fapping to the sound of water and her humming.

The whole thing leans hard into this "forbidden but somehow wholesome" vibe. She tucks him into bed, strokes his hair, then next scene you are basically doing sleepy groping under the blanket while she pretends to be half-asleep. Some choices push you toward romance, cuddling and soft kissing, and then suddenly there is rimming, anal teasing and her guiding his hand over her soaked panties like she waited years for some real dick. One of my favorite bits is the morning wood scene, she walks in, freezes, but instead of screaming she just sits on the edge of the bed. The whole conversation is about "boys your age" and "you must be so frustrated" while her eyes are locked on his cock. If you play your answers right she ends up wrapping her fingers around it and giving this slow, almost shy handjob, saying dirty things in a calm grandma-friend voice. That mix between caretaker and total slut is messed up in exactly the way you expect from a landlady-style game, just older and kinkier. It goes from oral in the living room while some religious show plays in the background, to full-on groping in public, anal on the couch with a pillow over her face so the neighbors do not hear her, squirting on the bedspread Grandma picked. There is also some light maledom where MC starts taking control, spanking that thick ass, making her kiss his feet and worship his cock like it is the second coming. The game flirts a bit with the whole cheating angle if you read between the lines, she talks about her "late husband" and some hints about past lovers, but it never turns into drama, it stays in this horny bubble where everyone is just very eager to fuck MC.

You have all the usual corruption steps. At first she is shy about showing her nipples, later she is riding him reverse in the kitchen, big tits bouncing while she moans his name and begs for a creampie. There is a pretty hot foot scene where she makes him sit on the sofa, strips slow, then strokes him with her soles, pressing his shaft between her soft feet, licking her thumb and rubbing the tip until he almost loses it. She calls herself a "dirty old woman" and asks him to fill her up, and yeah, you can knock her up if you stick to raw sex and do not pull out. The pregnancy twist actually fits the story because she starts talking about feeling young again, about having "twins" as this crazy fantasy, like her body is trying to fight time using his seed. Some scenes get wild with toys too, like using a vibrator on her clit while she kneels between his legs, mouth full of cock, drool all over. The deepthroat art is a bit uneven here and there, and one lesbian side scene with another older woman is kind of rushed and not as hot as it could be, but it still gives that harem hint, like MC could slowly collect horny mature women from Grandma’s circle. There is light bdsm, collars, a bit of slave play where she kneels and calls him "sir", though it stays on the soft side, more teasing than hardcore. The writing swings between genuinely sweet romance and pure filth, sometimes in the same line. One moment she is cuddling him, stroking his chest hair and saying she is proud of him, next moment she is begging for anal, asking him to spit in her mouth and slap her big ass red. It feels messy, wrong, over the top and way too hot for how silly the basic premise is. You finish a scene with her covered in cum, smiling like a saint who just discovered a new religion, and you kind of hate yourself, then click "next day" anyway.

Main guy drags his ass back from college, broke, horny, thinking life is gonna be boring again, and instead he walks into this super weird domestic porn fantasy that feels half like a sitcom and half like that one filthy subreddit you only open in incognito. The whole setup is normal on paper: small house, quiet neighborhood, "behave yourself, dear," all that soft grandma energy. Then her friend shows up. And she is problem. Not in a "oops my towel slipped" way, more like she knows exactly what his cock is doing under the table and she enjoys watching him panic about it. She plays it sweet, offering cookies and cuddles, then five minutes later she has him hard as fuck from just tracing a finger on his knee while granny is in the next room talking about knitting. It starts slow, like wholesome teasing, almost cute, and then suddenly the same woman is making him lick her fingers clean after she stuffs his face in her pussy and calls it "practice."

What I liked is how the game leans into that whole "standard landlady porn plot but crooked." It has the expected peeping in the shower, sneaky hand under the blanket while someone "sleeps," those early morning scenes where he wakes up with a tent and somebody just happens to walk in and stare a bit too long. Only here the main target is this older friend who looks all classy on the outside, but the more affection points you stack, the filthier she gets. First she just gives him a soft handjob while shushing him, then she starts using toys on herself and making him watch like some obedient slave, then she flips and rides his face, talking about how long she waited for a young cock in this house. It jumps from sweet cuddling on the couch to "open your mouth and take my squirt" so fast that my brain had whiplash and my dick said thank you. There is some light romance sprinkled in there, like she actually cares, then ten seconds later she orders him to cum inside and says they’ll deal with a baby if it happens. Totally normal conversation topic over tea.

At some point the game just stops pretending anyone in that house is innocent. You get lesbian tension in the bathroom when grandma’s friend "helps" with washing, a random footjob under the table while the old lady complains about her back, a secret cosplay outfit hidden in the wardrobe that turns into this ridiculous scene where she pretends to be a strict dom teacher but keeps breaking character to laugh. There is groping everywhere, ass slaps that sound like someone dropping raw meat, titjobs that last way too long in a good way, even this weirdly tender moment where they cuddle after a brutal anal session and she talks about loneliness like it is nothing while he is still leaking cum. Sometimes she goes full femdom, sometimes she just melts and lets him take control, choking her lightly while she begs for creampie and calls him "my good boy" like that’s not the most twisted wholesome thing ever. I wish the game stopped fading to black on a couple specific kinks it clearly teases, but it never will, it just smiles at you and closes the door every time. Also there is one mug in the kitchen that keeps changing color between scenes and it pissed me off more than it should, but anyway, if you push her route hard enough and flirt like a total homewrecker, the house turns into a kind of slow-burn harem disaster where every "innocent" movie night feels like foreplay and you start wondering who is going to climb into his bed next.

Ashe feels like that coworker you barely notice at the office, the one who always wears the same hoodie and keeps staring at her phone like it owes her rent money. Except she’s packing a ridiculous cock under those jeans, huge tits barely contained, and somehow every woman in her orbit is either a walking temptation or a walking trauma. The game drops you into her life right when everything starts cracking: old crush coming back into town, secrets that should have stayed buried, and Ashe trying not to jerk off in the shower every morning thinking about the girls she never had the guts to touch in school. It’s very lesbian and futa focused, nothing “no homo bro” here, just shameless girl on girl and futa on girl, plus the occasional futa on futa “ok now who’s actually going inside who” situation. The writing leans a lot on teasing, like long scenes where hands linger on thighs, where someone’s face is way too close to Ashe’s bulge, where a tongue almost touches but doesn’t, and you’re screaming at your screen “just put it in already” while pretending you’re totally fine. Then suddenly the game goes from slow build to “oh, there’s a futa pounding a virgin against the kitchen counter and a MILF watching from the hallway rubbing herself under her robe.”

It has that voyeur vibe that makes you feel like a creep in the best way. You get scenes where Ashe accidentally walks in on two girls making out, one of them with a strap on already glistening, and she freezes in the doorway, and instead of closing it like a normal human she keeps watching, grabbing her own shaft under the pants until they notice her and things turn into messy group action. I ended up collecting screenshots like a degenerate archivist, with my folder full of half censor-barred nipples from my Android gallery app and Google Photos deciding one day to “create a memory” from my collection of Ashe giving handjobs in a parked car. There is actual anal too, not just mentioned once and forgotten. The kind where the camera lingers too long on a tight asshole being opened slowly, fingers first, then Ashe pushing in while the girl claws at the sheets, biting the pillow, muttering she can’t take it and then very clearly taking all of it. Interracial comes up casually, like it should, you get brown thighs, pale thighs, thick asses of all shades grinding on Ashe’s lap while she’s trying to pretend she’s in control. One scene with a gym locker room, wet skin, dripping hair, and Ashe loses it and ends up on her knees between a tall dark skinned futa’s legs, throat fucked until her eyes water while another girl squeezes Ashe’s tits from behind.

There is a bit of NTR flavor in one route that made me pause, but it’s more like emotional cuckquean drama than cheap shock. Ashe watching a girl she clearly wants getting touched by someone else, hand involuntarily sliding inside her panties while she “totally just happens to be there.” You can avoid that, but even when I did, the game still slaps you with messy feelings layered over filthy sex. One moment you’re laughing at a dumb joke about lube and coffee, next moment you’re watching Ashe masturbate alone in her dark apartment, phone in one hand, cock in the other, scrolling through old photos of a girl she can’t forget. The pacing sometimes drags, like the dev got lost in their own feelings and forgot we’re here to see Ashe fuck the insecurity out of women, but then you get this crazy exhibition scene in a public place where she’s getting her dick sucked behind a half closed door while people walk past, and it pulls you right back. Boobs are big, asses bigger, there is more oral than a pornhub compilation, and some of the groping scenes in tight clothes honestly turned me on more than the full nude stuff. It’s messy, horny, awkward, sometimes way too real if you ever had that “I want her so bad but I’m a coward” phase, and I kept clicking forward just to see how far Ashe can spiral before she either fucks everyone or breaks completely. I still haven’t decided which outcome is hotter.

Michelle looks like the girl in your office who always leaves at exactly 5, hair perfect, life probably on rails. Except here she is in sweaty, neon Hong Kong streets in 1986, slowly losing her grip on that “good daughter, good employee” mask because one tiny, stubborn, chain-smoking woman named Sam keeps flirting with her in ways that are way too gentle to ignore and way too dirty to be innocent. The game starts pretty tame, all long bus rides, quiet apartment scenes, small talk about movies and clothes, but the whole time the camera lingers on thighs under skirts, fingers brushing on handrails, the little hesitation when Michelle looks at Sam’s mouth while they share a drink. It’s a slow, frustrating kind of heat, like when you’re stuck on Zoom meetings and sexting on Telegram on the side, except here it’s cassette tapes and payphones and cramped bedrooms with thin walls and parents one room away. The erotic stuff doesn’t explode in your face with instant porn. It creeps in. One kiss in a dark cinema where Michelle is stiff at first, almost scared, then you see her lips part, her hands tremble, and you can almost hear her swallow before she gives in and pulls Sam closer. Tongues, teeth, that wet sound, and she keeps her eyes half open like she still cannot believe she is letting another woman taste her like that.

When it finally goes past kissing, it hits like someone yanked the curtain down. You get these long, quiet scenes on a bed where the sheets are a bit messy, clothes half off, bras sliding down arms, Michelle trying to cover herself at first and Sam just laughing low and kissing every bit she tries to hide. There is a moment where Sam goes down on her, and it’s not some porn-speed blowjob logic. It is slow and almost awkward, Michelle gripping the bedsheet because she does not even have the words in her own language for what is happening between her legs. The text describes every tiny reaction, how her thighs twitch, how she tries to keep her voice down because her mother could walk past the door, how her hips start grinding against Sam’s mouth anyway, shame turning into this fucked up relief. You can tell the writers actually understand how it feels when you are eating pussy like you care about the person, not like you are checking off positions. There are pauses, deep breaths, a little laugh from Sam when Michelle whimpers a bit too loudly, and then she doubles down, tongue and lips and fingers working together until Michelle is shaking so hard she almost pushes her away. That first orgasm is not “perfect”, it feels real, messy, emotional, like she just broke some rule she has been obeying her whole life.

Under all that sex there is this heavy layer of family and culture pressure that honestly turned me on more than I expected, because the guilt makes everything spicier and more fucked up. Michelle sneaks back home smelling like cigarettes and someone else’s perfume, lies to her mother at the dinner table while still feeling Sam’s fingers inside her if she closes her eyes for a second. There are choices where you can lean into the romance, keep seeing Sam, or try to “fix” yourself and go back to the safe, straight, lonely path everyone expects. Some endings feel like a punch in the gut, some feel like a small rebellion that might not last forever but at least burns hot while it exists. It is a romantic story, yeah, there is sweetness, hand holding, soft kisses, that feeling when you are falling in love and every bus ride feels like a music video, but the game never really lets you forget that this is two women trying to build something intimate and wet and tender inside a world that keeps telling them they are wrong. That clash is what makes the sex scenes hit so hard. When Sam whispers “you’re mine tonight” while Michelle’s family photos are literally watching from the shelf, it feels dirty in the best way, like she is betraying everything for the chance to have her own life, her own pleasure, even if it all goes to hell later.