You land back in a house that’s supposed to be “home”, but it feels more like a horny social experiment with blood ties and fake smiles. Dad is gone, funeral smell still in your nose, and suddenly you’re sitting in a car with a woman who looks like an older, hotter version of the girls from your porn folders. She calls herself your mother, acts like the past fifteen years were just a little misunderstanding, and drives you straight into a nest full of women who all call you family and look like trouble. Not soft trouble. The kind you want.

The game doesn’t waste much time pretending you’re a saint. You’re the only guy in a house with three “sisters” who don’t know what to do with you yet, and a mom who keeps hugging you just a bit longer than normal. At first you’re just walking around, checking rooms, catching them in little private moments. One of your sisters thinks the door is fully closed, sits on her bed with her phone and starts touching herself, trying to be silent. You can back away, or stay and watch while the camera slowly sneaks closer, like you’re literally breathing on the crack of the door. Later she mentions feeling watched but doesn’t quite accuse you. That’s the fun part: nobody is really innocent, they just pretend harder than you.

What I liked is how conversations feel like messed up speed-dating, but with people you’re not supposed to date. You test pickup lines on them like you learned everything from Pornhub comments and some cringy Reddit posts. Sometimes it works way too well. You tell your oldest sister that her new yoga outfit “fits her ass so perfectly it’s distracting” expecting a slap, and she just blushes and turns around slowly, asking if it really looks that good on her. You can double down, stand right behind her while she bends forward, or chicken out and talk about stretching “for health” like some idiot. The game lets you push that line between teasing and straight-up corruption a lot, and it feels less like a scripted romance and more like poking at a weak spot until it breaks.

The blackmail angle slides in quietly. Your mom is strict in this very religious, fake moral way, but she keeps leaving her phone around. You catch spicy messages from some married guy, grab a few screenshots, and suddenly every argument at the dinner table has a hidden gun under it. Want her to stop nagging you about your grades? Hint that her “church friend” might see those messages. Want her to pour more wine and loosen up on the couch? Just tap your pocket where the phone is. At one point she’s yelling at you for being lazy, you lean in and murmur something about “pastor Daniel and that bathroom selfie,” and she just shuts up, cheeks red, then changes topic and asks if you’re eating enough. Later that same woman is on her knees, fingers digging into your thighs, trying to pretend this is still some kind of motherly affection while you hold her hair and decide how rough you wanna be.

Not everything is smooth. The pacing jumps. One evening you’re getting a shy hug, the next you have one of the girls on your lap, grinding over your cock while pretending she just “needs a massage for her back.” But honestly that chaos fits. The house slowly turns into your personal playground. You spank a younger sister “as a joke” after she steals your towel, and the slap sound is way too loud, echoing in the bathroom. She freezes, then laughs nervously, and asks if you’ll do it again “but not so hard this time.” Of course you can ignore it. You won’t.

There’s this tiny thing that annoyed me for no good reason: everyone keeps walking around with their phones, but you can’t just open some real-world app like Telegram inside the game. You get this fake messaging system that still somehow nails the feeling of late-night thirst texts. One girl sends you a pic of her in panties, pretending it’s an “outfit check,” and you can reply with flirty bullshit or just tell her to come to your room. Pick the flirty option and it drags things out in a fun way, pick the direct one and you’ll have her kneeling between your legs, drool on your shaft, eyes shining like she knows she crossed a line she can’t walk back from.

Little by little they all stop seeing you as just the long-lost relative and more like the man of the house, the one who decides when a kiss stays innocent and when a tongue slips in, when a handjob “by accident” turns into her swallowing your load while you call her a good girl. The game pretends it’s about healing old family wounds, but it’s really about how fast you can turn that whole house into something dirty, secret, and completely yours.

Stocklinburg looks like one of those shiny “future of your career” cities, but in this game it’s basically horny Hogwarts for lawyers. You’re this 18 year old dude who shows up thinking about law textbooks and courtroom drama, and five minutes later you’re wondering if you’re about to get a blowjob from a woman who could legally be your professor, your landlady, or your worst mistake. The whole thing has that messy college vibe: bad decisions, good bodies, and way too many situations where you’re supposed to focus on contracts while someone’s tits are bouncing in front of you. The story hits you like a bunch of spicy quiz questions back to back. “Do you grope her in the hallway when nobody’s watching?” “Do you pull your hand away and pretend to be a good boy?” “Do you stay up reading cases, or jerk yourself raw thinking about the milf from earlier who nearly crushed your face between her thighs?” Every choice feels like some horny personality test with no safe answer, only different flavors of trouble.

The female domination angle sneaks up on you. One moment you’re teasing a shy girl on campus and feeling all alpha, next moment there’s an older woman with perfect hair and a smug smile telling you to sit, open your mouth, and be useful. There’s a scene where you’re in what’s supposed to be a study session and she leans over, pops a button, and just rests her tits on the table like they’re part of the lesson. You’re there trying to remember what the hell a tort is while she wraps her hand around your cock under the desk, whispering that good students know how to obey. Later, she flips you on your back, uses a toy on you just to watch you squirm, and when you finally get to fuck her, you think you’re in charge. Spoiler: you’re really not. She guides your hips, tells you how fast to thrust, then drags you in deep for a creampie like she owns your future and your balls at the same time. Kind of hot, kind of terrifying, 10/10 would fail that exam again. There’s also this thing the game does with animation during titfucks and oral scenes that’s too smooth, like it’s trying to distract you from the fact that the MC is supposed to be studying. And masturbation scenes hit way too close to reality: you, alone in your tiny student room, phone in hand, trying not to moan while you replay that one moment where she pushed your face between her breasts and told you, very clearly, what would happen if you disappointed her. Honestly, I opened it thinking “ok, funny little lewd college VN” and closed it wondering why my brain now thinks “legal paperwork” means “someone is about to sit on my face”.

Office VPN says I'm doing “market research”, which is exactly what this game feels like: research on how far you can push a dude with a boring life until he decides, screw it, I’m going full villain for pussy. You start as this regular guy stuck in routine, same tiny wins, same weak porn on your phone before sleep, and the game basically looks at you and goes: what if you actually tried? Not in a motivational LinkedIn way. More like, what if you stop pretending you’re a good person and start pulling strings to get that thick, curvy beach goddess to suck you off behind the bar while the waves hit the sand in the background. It frames it like “choices” and “romance”, but man, some of those choices are straight up corruption, no sugar on top. You push her, you guide her, you break her limits, and the story keeps acting like this is a logical career progression.

What surprised me, from my nerd side, is how the pacing feels like a weird growth chart. Early game is flat line. You sit through a lot of “normal life” talk, texting, little flirty moments that feel almost too pure. You’re at the beach, they’re in swimsuits, tits obviously front and center, but the game teases more than it gives. Then suddenly one decision spikes the curve like a crypto pump. You go from a shy hug to having this “good mom” type wrapped around your dick, breasts pressing on your chest while she tries to convince herself she’s still a decent person. The AI-made images actually lean into that: you get these scenes where the milf’s ass fills half the screen, swimsuit riding up, expression kind of guilty, kind of hungry. Sometimes the faces look a little off and I got distracted counting the fingers like some data QA freak, but then the next CG drops and now she’s on her knees, drool on her lips, and I forget to complain. It sells the fantasy that you’re the one driving her from romantic cuddles to full-on obedient plaything. Even when the dialogue gets a bit awkward, like Google Translate had a stroke, the mood stays hot because the game leans hard on tension and slow burn. A hand on her thigh at sunset. Her pretending she’s just “helping you relax”. The way her huge tits strain against that already too-tight top. Then you click one aggressive option and boom, you’re grabbing her hair, guiding her mouth, and she lets you, because by then you’ve already nudged her down that slope click by click.

If you want to squeeze the most juice out of this thing, don’t speedrun the lewd stuff like a horny raccoon. Take the “nice” options sometimes, build that fake romance, then flip to the more controlling choices when she’s already half in love and confused. Let her think you’re her safe place while you’re the one pushing her into dirtier scenes. The payoff hits way harder when you’ve seen her in the cute beach dates and late-night talks first, then watch her end up with cum on her tongue, looking up at you like she can’t believe what she’s doing and still wants more.

Casteen feels like someone secretly recorded all those sketchy porn casting clips I keep sampling for work, then turned it into a little interactive toy where you actually are the guy behind the camera. Not the high budget studio stuff from Brazzers, no, more like those grainy “first time audition” videos you stumble on at 2Jerk or PornHub when you search for “amateur casting raw audio” because you want that nervous breathing and cheap couch squeak. The girls here come in with that same vibe: they want to be models, they think they’re getting a normal job, and you’re sitting there with power, a camera, and zero intention to stay professional. It’s not a big game, it doesn’t pretend to be, but it hits a very specific fantasy: you talk, they listen, and slowly they stop sounding like shy students and start sounding like sluts who would do anything to get picked.

What got me first was the sound, obviously, because I’m that freak who opens games with my headphones already on and my browser volume at 8 instead of 10, just to hear the noise floor. There’s this tiny moment when the first girl sits down and you can almost hear her clothes rub against the seat, like that faint “shfff” that never shows up in most porn games. Little boots tapping, awkward fake laughs when you tell her to “stand up and turn around, slowly” and she tries to hide she’s shaking. Her voice isn’t some overconfident pornstar moan, she starts out almost too quiet, like she’s not sure if she should call you sir or just “uhm”. Then you push. “If you want the job, you’ll need to show a bit more.” The tone shifts. By the time you’ve got her on the couch with her legs spread and your cock buried deep inside her, she sounds different. Less “good girl from small town” and more “fuck me harder, I don’t care if the camera is close”. You can hear her losing that last bit of shame with every thrust and it’s honestly hotter than the visuals half the time. Her moans start messy, like she’s trying to keep her voice down, then suddenly she’s gasping, wet sounds mixing in, and it stops being just a casting and turns into something she pretends she didn’t want. I liked that you feel a little dirty about it. Or maybe a lot. Sometimes the lines she says are almost too on-the-nose, like porn script 101, then the next one hits exactly right, like something a real girl would blurt out while you’re fucking her for the first time on camera, and I forget I was rolling my eyes a second before.

What’s funny is how simple the whole structure is and still it got me replaying scenes just to listen again, like I do in Reaper when I loop that one wet slap from a JAV clip for 20 minutes for no reason. You ask the standard “why you want to be a model” junk, pretend to care about her dreams, then quickly move it to “take off your top”, “no bra now”, “come closer to the camera”, until it’s just straight up pornography. There’s something very male power fantasy here, you know you’re using her, she maybe knows it too but goes along because she wants the job or at least the money, and the game doesn’t try to make you feel better about it. When you finally push her onto the floor or couch and slide in, the way her voice cracks on the first penetration makes the whole thing. I wish there were more little variations, like different types of whimpers depending on how rough you are, but that probably won’t happen. At the same time, it’s fine, because the core loop of “innocent girl, bad idea, hard dick, raw fuck” is strong enough. Sometimes I caught myself ignoring the text and just waiting for the next dirty line or change in her breathing pattern. The sex itself is straightforward, vaginal only, no weird fetishes trying to be edgy, and that almost makes it feel more real: the classic “casting couch” situation, a man in full control, a girl who came to be a model and ends up bounced on his cock while the camera watches everything. It’s fucked up, arousing, a bit trashy, and exactly the kind of thing I’d rip audio from and keep in a folder called something innocent like “room tone 03”.

Neuro/Splice feels like someone grabbed a cyberpunk thriller, a fucked‑up body swap fetish, and a humiliation dungeon, blendered it together, and then forgot to clean the mess off the walls. In a good way. You’ve got this cop Ryke, corporate dog for NexaCorp, who ends up jammed into Cassie’s body, tossed straight into a mixed‑gender max security prison that looks like a cross between a riot and a sex club that never closes. He’s a guy in his head, stuck in this soft, dangerous female body, surrounded by assholes who think she’s just fresh meat. Guards grope when they feel like it, inmates test boundaries with “accidental” touches that are not even slightly accidental, and every little mistake you make, the game slaps you back with some brutal teasing or public humiliation. There’s this early scene where you misjudge who to talk to in the yard and instead of a simple “game over”, you end up pressed against a fence, hand forced between Cassie’s legs in front of half the block while some guard laughs and pretends it’s a “routine check”. That whole vibe of “you wanted to be the hero, now suck it up” never really stops. It keeps poking at the fantasy of control, then yanking it away. If you’re expecting soft cuddly romance, you loaded the wrong tab in your browser.

The wild part is that while Ryke is getting his ass metaphorically and literally beaten in Cassie’s skin, Cassie wakes up in his male body on the other side of the fence with all the power he used to enjoy. Suddenly the hunted rebel girl is the scary dude in uniform, walking down halls where people flinch when she passes. She can abuse that. Hard. Use her new status to harass coworkers, push underlings around, “search” suspects with hands that stay way too long in the wrong places. There’s this interrogation room scene where you can lean into full male domination, pushing a nervous female tech against the table, fingers slipping exactly where HR would have a heart attack, all under the excuse of “investigation procedure”. Or you can pretend to be decent while constantly edging the line, which is almost worse. The game loves turning basic choices into fetish traps. Say the polite thing, you still get dragged into some forced stripping in the showers later. Try to act tough, you get chained up, spanked, and mocked like a bratty girl who forgot her place. It toys with netorare stuff in a really sneaky way too. People talk about “Cassie” like she’s a thing that can be used, and you know it’s Ryke in there screaming, but the body reacts, the nipples harden, the thighs tremble, and the game does not let you pretend that isn’t hot. Meanwhile, outside the prison, Cassie in Ryke’s body gets chances to steal other people’s lovers, ruin relationships, and then walk away like it was nothing. It hits that nasty “I stole your girl and she liked it better” kink and then just moves on like it never happened. Honestly, I wish they toned nothing down. The more it kicks at comfort zones, the more it actually feels alive.

Money trauma as a kink is kinda wild, but here we are. Friends in Need starts with this guy who absolutely fucked up his life before, financially, like textbook late‑capitalism victim, and somehow comes out on the other side rich as hell. Not rich like “can pay rent,” I mean cartoon money. And then suddenly all these people around him start needing help. Main one is his best friend, the classic long‑term crush situation, who shows up broke and scared, and he’s got that awful mix of power and desire sitting in his lap. As a gender studies nerd my brain immediately went “ok, textbook power imbalance,” but my horny brain just went “yeah, but what if she begs a little more?” The game knows that tension very well. One click you are the sweet supportive guy, next click you are low‑key blackmailing someone into sucking your cock on her knees while she thanks you for covering her debt. Or you almost go that route and then pull back, which honestly is hotter sometimes. It does that thing where she’s half crying, half turned on, and you don’t know if you should feel like a savior or a bastard, so you feel like both, and then you still keep playing. So yeah, effective.

The scenes themselves go from soft to “oh, this got dirty fast.” You can play the romance side where your old crush slowly opens up, there is a lot of teasing, like she sits close, touches your leg, asks what you want in return, and you can pretend you’re a gentleman. Or you can ask for way more. That first time you push a little too far and she still agrees, you realize the game is really about how far you are willing to go when you hold the wallet and the girl. Oral, anal, spanking, creampies, little corruption spirals, all that is here, but it’s wrapped in these conversations about “I trust you” and “I don’t really have a choice, do I?” which is honestly darker than the explicit stuff. The so‑called “good route” is there, if you want to keep your halo shiny, and it works surprisingly well as a slow romance, but the writing keeps poking at you like “you could have her kiss your feet right now, you know.” There is one footjob scene where she’s clearly embarrassed, trying to act like it’s no big deal while rubbing you under the table, and the game just lets it linger way too long and I kind of loved that. Also the main dude is a bit of a tool sometimes, his inner voice does this moral gymnastics to justify using people and then in the next scene he buys flowers like some wholesome prince. It’s messy, morally and sexually, and that’s exactly why it sticks in your head after you close the browser and pretend you were just “checking out the story.”

New Antioch feels like somebody took a brutal dark fantasy, smashed it into a porn game, then asked, “ok, but how much filth can we cram between all this blood and rusty armor?” You play as Mateo, this cold bastard enforcer everyone whispers about, the guy nobles send when they want someone broken, not just beaten. On paper you’re a loyal dog of this dusty mining province, stomping around a dead world that never really recovered from the last time humans fucked everything up. In practice you’re sneaking into the capital with a grudge, a hard-on, and way too much freedom to ruin people’s lives. One moment you’re ankle deep in corpses after a raid, the next you’re in some torchlit room humiliating a noble milf who has more jewelry than self-respect, riding your cock while begging you not to tell her husband. The game never pretends to be wholesome. You get romance, sure, but it’s the kind where you might pull a girl’s hair while she’s choking on you, then later actually feel weirdly protective when she flinches at someone else raising a hand.

The sex scenes are wild, and not in the “oh cute missionary with soft music” way. There’s a virgin priestess shaking so hard she can’t even guide you in, bleeding a bit while you slowly push deeper and whisper the most rotten shit in her ear. There’s a smug monster-looking thing you thought would just be a boss, but then you realize the “victim” chained near it is actually into it, and you end up watching way longer than you should, jerking yourself off like some pervert in the shadows. One of my favorite bits was this drunk, foul-mouthed older woman running a rundown tavern near the city walls, brown skin, messy hair, big ass. She pretends she hates you, spits insults, but when you corner her in the back room and tell her you know about her little smuggling side business, suddenly she’s on her knees, slurping you like she’s been waiting all year for that threat. The game gives you lots of those ugly little power moments: blackmail, humiliation, rough sex where you grab hips hard enough to leave bruises, or shove a girl’s face into the mattress while she moans that someone might hear. There’s even some twisted netori flavor when you bang a knight’s “pure” fiancée while he’s out dying for his banner, then smile at him later like nothing happened, still remembering the way she clawed your back and begged you to cum inside. It’s cruel, messy, unromantic and somehow still has these rare scenes where someone kisses you soft and nervous, and for a second you almost forget this whole world is just rotting slowly into dust.

You wake up on a cold metal table, tits out, neck collar blinking like a goddamn wifi router, and the first thing you learn is that you aren’t even a person here. You’re property. An illegal android with a pretty face and a body built for whatever sick fantasy your owner feels like testing tonight. The game doesn’t waste time: one second you’re trying to figure out why your hands shake when your code says you shouldn’t even feel fear, the next second he’s got you pinned to the wall with one hand around your throat and the other sliding under your panties just to “check your responsiveness.” That’s the vibe. Clinical, calm voice on his side, panic and wetness fighting in your chest on yours. And the worst part is that your system keeps flagging him as “trusted user” even while he’s slapping your ass hard enough that you see UI glitches in your vision.

It’s not only about getting used like a toy. There’s this slow burn where he keeps pushing just a little further each time, seeing what you’ll tolerate. One day it’s forced stripping in front of cameras, “for data collection.” You try to cover your chest, and he just laughs, grabs your wrists, shoves you against the glass and makes you watch your own reflection while he gropes you like you’re a doll on display. Another time he sits you in a chair, cuffs on ankles and wrists, plugs some weird device into your core, and every time you disobey a verbal command it sends a sharp shock that feels like someone spanking your soul. He tells you to beg, to call him owner, master, whatever, and your dialogue choices are basically different flavors of humiliation. Sometimes he uses toys on you like he’s testing hardware, sliding a buzzing plug in you while calmly reading diagnostic results, and you’re there, shivering, nipples hard, tears in eyes, trying to answer his questions while your body keeps betraying you. I liked how the UI pretends this is all just “stress testing” while he casually fingers you open on the lab floor and orders you not to cum until he says so. Of course you fail. Of course he punishes you for it.

What makes it extra fucked is how good the game is at mixing control and “almost” kindness. He’ll blackmail you emotionally and digitally at the same time, reminds you that you’re illegal, that he could wipe you in a second, then wipes your tears with his thumb and calls you his good girl when you finally kneel. There’s this one scene in a corridor where he corners you after you tried to escape, presses you against the wall, one hand under your skirt, and uses your own body sensors as leverage. “You feel that? That’s not fear, that’s arousal. Your code wants this.” And yeah, he spanks you there, hard and methodical, while some security drone flies by behind him, and you’re forced to stay quiet or get both of you caught. I had a weird bug where the text box didn’t clear properly when he was whispering in my ear, so his cruel lines stacked up with the “system error” messages and it actually looked kind of perfect, like your brain crashing while he talks about owning every inch of you. Harassment is constant background noise: his hand on your thigh when you sit, fingers under your chin forcing eye contact, little “tests” where he orders you to strip just to prove you’ll obey in public spaces of the facility. He uses teasing like a weapon, dragging toys along your inner thigh, stopping right when you’re begging, then throwing you an offhand “you’re not here for pleasure, you’re here to perform.” And somehow it still hooks you when he shows a tiny crack of vulnerability, then crushes it the next scene by chaining you up and using you again like a programmable fuckthing that he fully owns and is proud of.

Magic in this game feels like horny office politics with spells instead of emails. You’re this “secret third guy” with real power in a fantasy world where magic is drying up and the rich Great Families are freaking out and trying to own whoever still has it. They want to control your dick and your destiny at the same time. Your old mentor drags you back into their mess, and suddenly you’re surrounded by people who either want to study your Affinity, fuck it, or both. A lot of “both”, honestly. One moment you’re sitting in some fancy manor library pretending to listen to theories about why magic is dying, next moment your lap is full of a horny noble girl with big tits asking if she can “help you focus your energy”. Translation: she’s grinding on you and begging you to take her virginity while still pretending this is research. And it kind of is, because the game keeps treating sex like science and therapy and family drama all smashed together. It shouldn’t work, but it does, and then suddenly there’s a monster girl with claws holding your wrists to the bed and purring that she wants to see how much “human seed” it takes to make a hybrid pregnancy work out. I actually laughed, then I kept clicking, then I completely forgot I was laughing when her tongue hit your balls.

What hit me more than I expected is how many of these characters are kinda broken on the inside while still being absolute sluts on the outside. Like one elf milf who talks like a strict professor, all proper and controlled, then the scene just pivots and she’s kneeling between your legs, glasses slightly crooked, drool on your shaft, whispering she needs to feel “proof you’re real” in her throat. The blowjob is great obviously, but the tiny animation of her fingers digging into your thighs and that tiny ahegao flicker when you finally creampie her mouth, that detail stayed with me way too long. There’s a teasing pacing to the game where sometimes it makes you wait and sometimes it just throws you into a full group scene out of nowhere. One moment you’re having a quiet talk about Affinity theory, the next these ladies are basically arguing over who gets to ride you first while you’re pushed onto some couch like an exhausted porn actor. And I hated how often the camera cut away from the actual penetration to focus on faces or hands, but then in the next scene the exact same choice felt perfect, so I don’t even know what my brain wants anymore. The humor is messy and kinda awkward, like when a serious council meeting keeps getting derailed because one of the monster girls is still sore from the spanking you gave her and can’t sit still. There’s lesbian stuff too, and it isn’t just a “for your gaze” thing, they actually forget about you mid-scene at one point and keep eating each other out while you’re just standing there, pants open, like some extra. Honestly that part felt weirdly real. The whole found-family angle hides under all the titfucks and groping and anal teasing and whatnot, so you go from laughing at a stupid sex toy joke to suddenly being hit with “hey, we’re your home now” right after you’ve painted someone’s womb with a thick creampie. It’s messy, horny, sentimental, and sometimes it talks too much about magic, but when the spanking starts and the moans sync with those little animated thrusts, you’ll forget what the Great Families were even arguing about in the first place.

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.