Some games try to pretend they are normal stories that just happen to have sex in them. This one doesn’t even bother, it just locks you in a house where every “guest” at the door is a walking problem with big tits, a fat ass, and probably some kind of monster bullshit going on behind her smile. You’re basically the dumb human who ended up with weird powers and now has to “inspect” each girl to see if she’s paranormal or safe. Of course the inspection is not like showing IDs. It starts all polite, some teasing, flirty questions, then suddenly her mouth is on your cock and you’re trying to remember if you’re supposed to be checking her aura or just not nut too fast. The horny part and the detective part kind of step on each other in a fun way. Sometimes you actually want to get to the truth of what the girl is, sometimes you just want to let the monster girl with the thick thighs hypnotize the shit out of you and ride you until your brain restarts.

The vibe is lazy in a good way, like a sandbox where you just open the door, pick who to mess with, see how far you can push things before it goes sideways. One time I tried to act all confident, used my powers to push into a girl’s mind, and she just snapped back, pinned me to the wall with one hand, and made me eat her out until my jaw hurt. Then she kissed me like she owned me and I kinda liked it but also felt like I lost at a game I didn’t know the rules of. The female domination here isn’t just “she rides you on top”. Some of them treat you like a toy, some like a pet, some like a partner they might actually trust if you don’t fuck it up. When you finally convince one of them she can stay inside your house, it hits different, because now she’s in your space, wandering around in her underwear, using her superpowers to do dumb stuff like float your phone out of reach while you’re trying to check Discord. And of course if you piss her off, suddenly blowjob inspection turns into “I’m going to sit on your face and read your thoughts until you beg properly”. It sort of trains you to pay attention, not just spam through dialog. Which is funny, because sometimes the writing repeats a bit and I still clicked anyway, then complained in my own head about it and kept playing.

Porn-wise it ramps up quick. One minute she’s just leaning forward, pressing those big tits together while she pretends to answer your questions, next minute she’s on her knees, drool sliding down your shaft, eyes a bit glowing, whispering shit into your mind while her tongue works your tip. Some girls are playful, they teasingly stroke you with just fingertips, kiss the head, pull back, ask “are you sure you’re human?” like that’s the important part while your cock is throbbing out of control. Others just go full hunger mode, deepthroat, spit, messy sounds, then climb on and sink down on you like they’ve been waiting centuries. There’s this one inspection where you’re supposed to check if her body is completely human, so she makes you “test every inch”. Hands on her ass, fingers between her legs, sliding inside while she grinds back against your palm and talks right into your thoughts about how easy you are to control. You’re half investigating, half just getting milked. And when more girls start sticking around, it stops being just one-on-one. You walk into a room and two of them are already arguing over who gets your cock first, one offering a slow, sloppy blowjob while the other promises to use her powers to squeeze you tighter from the inside. It doesn’t even feel fair, but that’s kind of the point. You’re the guy with powers, yet every time you end up flat on your back, buried in pussy, covered in lipstick and bite marks, wondering if you accidentally invited the wrong monster into your home. Not that you’ll kick her out.

Finn is having the most fanfic-ass day of his life here. The game basically feels like somebody took Adventure Time, binge watched all the Fionna & Cake stuff on HBO Max, got horny, opened Photoshop and Ren’Py and said “yeah ok this is fine” and then somehow it actually kinda works. Plot is simple on paper: Finn ends up in a dimension where everyone is girls, but it plays out more like one of those old AO3 genderbend fics where canon took a vacation. You roam around in a small sandbox map, poke at locations, grind some basic tasks, push dialog trees and slowly unlock scenes. What sold me is how much it leans into Fionna as not just “female Finn swap” but as her own hot mess. She’s drawn with this chunky big tits / big ass combo that would absolutely never pass on Cartoon Network, but she still talks like a discount shonen hero who watched too many anime dubs. One moment she’s teasing Finn, bending forward just a bit too far while pretending it’s all innocent, next moment she’s being a total gremlin about treasure. It feels like reading a horny doujin where the artist actually watched the show instead of just using a wiki.

There’s this early scene where Finn wakes up in the new world and meets Fionna in what’s basically a cheap parody of the treehouse. The background looks like someone used Clip Studio and called it a day, but the characters pop anyway. When she leans in close to “inspect the damage” on him, the camera crops in on her tits in the most shameless way, and he’s trying to keep his hero face while clearly hard. It’s not subtle. At all. But that’s the fun. Dialog tries to mash canon Finn’s awkward boy-scout vibe with hentai-protag energy, and sometimes it clashes, like he sounds too self aware for his own dick. Still, the teasing is actually hot because the game drags it out. You don’t get instant full sex on first visit, you flirt around, run some dumb little fetch errands, get a bit more cleavage, thigh, butt jiggle in each new CG. The humor helps too. There’s a bit where he compares this all-girl world to one of Ice King’s old fanfics and Fionna just deadpans like “who’s Ice King” and it lands harder if you remember the original fake-fanfic framing from the show. Or misremember, whatever. Also, I’m still annoyed the map icon for one area is just slightly off center. Every time I click it on my tablet in Chrome it bugs me and I keep meaning to complain and then I just end up chasing another scene instead.

Visually it’s not “pro studio hentai game” level, but that’s fine. The art has that slightly uneven linework you see in Patreon artist packs: some CGs are polished and clean, others feel like sketches that got colored at the last second, but the bodies are drawn with real obsession. The way they handle big asses in tight shorts, especially on Fionna when she’s half turned toward you, is straight up thirst-driven. The animations (not going into detail, you’ll see) are more like frame swaps than fluid motion, yet they focus exactly where your eyes go anyway. And yeah, it’s a parody so personalities are dialed up in stupid ways. Fionna flips between tsundere, pervy bro, and clumsy heroine, sometimes all in one dialog branch. There’s a sandbox structure, you wander, talk, unlock, repeat. Oddly relaxing, even when you’re just clicking through text and trying not to miss a teasing line about her ass. Some scenes hit like those old Flash games on Newgrounds, others feel like someone’s horny Discord server project that escaped. On phone, I played it in Firefox and the text occasionally wrapped weird around longer profanity, which somehow made the dirty talk feel more raw. It’s rough in spots, sexy in a very “fanfic that went too far” way, and honestly, it feels like the kind of AU where Finn walks into the wrong dimension and the author never intends to send him back.

You come back from war all hyped for glory and instead you get this drafty old mansion, a weird title, and a wife who looks like she hugs knives for stress relief. Aeris smiles like she loves you, but every time you pick a dialogue option you’re low-key checking if she’s plotting your funeral or your orgasm. Half the game you’re sitting in this dim room, talking about politics and money and who’s going to screw who over, and then suddenly you’re on your knees between her legs, or she’s on hers, and the camera just goes full “yeah, this is why you’re here, admit it”. It’s like Crusader Kings opened a Pornhub tab and forgot to close it.

The mansion itself feels like a horny ant farm. There’s this servant, Yssa, and she is absolutely not normal. Sometimes she’s obedient and soft and totally in “yes, my lord” mode, and sometimes, if you let her get away with little things, she starts testing how far she can push you. One playthrough I treated her like property, pure “I’m the master, you’re the toy” energy, and the way the scenes shifted into rougher, more corrupt vibes was actually kind of scary hot. Another time I tried to be nice, share power, ask her opinions, and she slowly slid into this quiet, manipulative dom energy, like she was petting the leash around my neck but pretending she wasn’t holding it. The game never shouts “CORRUPTION ROUTE” in your face, but you feel it every time you confirm a choice and the next sex scene lingers a bit longer on who is actually in control. The POV angles during oral are wild too, by the way. Not overblown, just that slow, close-up rhythm where her lips shine and you can see her eyes looking up, and yeah, I had to pause one time because I forgot there was even a plot.

What got me hooked isn’t the amount of sex, because honestly it’s not a nonstop fuckfest. Scenes are spaced out, they tease you hard, you’ll go several decisions in a row just managing gold, alliances, council idiots and who eats at whose table. But when a scene finally triggers, the animation hits like you just unlocked a rare drop in Genshin. I had this moment where Aeris, who I’d been treating as an equal partner, suddenly went hard dom on me in bed, pinning my wrists and riding me like she’d been waiting the whole game, and the dialogue was still in that political tone but twisted into bedroom power talk. Another run, I flipped it and made her into more of a submissive trophy wife, and the exact same room turned into this private stage where I made her kneel beside the bed and take me in her mouth while Yssa “just happened” to walk in. The tension there, with Yssa pretending to be scandalized but not leaving, kind of broke my brain in a good way. Only thing that annoyed me is that sometimes the choice that looks like it will lead to a scene just gives you more council talk instead, and I was sitting there like “I did the mental gymnastics, give me the blowjob, not another debate about trade routes.” But then eventually the game does pay you back with this slow, animated vaginal scene where hips are moving, bodies are grinding, and all that political bullshit suddenly feels like foreplay that took way too long but somehow worked. I still hate that one small UI delay on some menus though. Never getting over that.

Ben is supposed to be the lucky survivor kid that comes back home after being gone, but honestly he feels more like a loaded gun somebody forgot on the kitchen table. He crashes on this messed up magic island, gets picked up by a witch doctor who treats “therapy” like torture mixed with sex education and combat drills, then strolls back into normal suburb house life pretending he doesn’t remember shit. Not because he actually forgot, but because that island is basically a pornified god glitch with monsters, spirit bullshit, and power that turns people crazy. So he fakes amnesia, does the polite traumatized boy act, and then the game quietly starts poking at every line you thought it would respect.

The house is where it really hits. Rachel as adoptive mom is that slow-burn headache. She’s warm, too warm, leans in too close, touches his arm too long, falls asleep on the couch in those thin shorts like she forgot he’s not twelve anymore. The game loves to push Ben into those micro moments. You’re standing behind her in the kitchen, watching her reach for something high, shirt riding up, and the UI is asking if you heal her old injury with magic or “accidentally” brush your hand where you shouldn’t. It’s not nice, it’s not healthy, it’s fucking hot. And then it slaps mental health in your face by having Ben wake up sweaty, hearing island drums in his head like a PTSD ringtone while he’s half hard from dreaming about her. Jessica is different chaos. She’s the “normal” one who isn’t normal at all, always teasing, sitting with her legs open just enough to notice, sending you those Instagram thirst traps from the next room like it’s a joke. There’s this one scene where she drags you to her room “to help with homework” and suddenly the camera angle is all about that barely covered ass while she bends over the bed. You can play innocent, you can peek, or you can use a tiny twist of mind control to make her forget how long your eyes stayed there. That little power turns every simple walk through the hallway into a corruption puzzle.

What really fucked with me is how the game keeps pretending it’s about “protecting the world” while letting you slowly rot from the inside. The witch doctor’s voice pops in sometimes, like an evil conscience, reminding you that sex can be a ritual, that feeding your urges might actually make your magic stronger. Then you get scenes with monsters that are less “fight or flight” and more “fight or fuck” and suddenly you’re not sure if you’re the hero or just a horny shaman with mommy issues. There’s a combat bit in the alley at night, where some paranormal creep tries to blackmail you after catching you watching your neighbors through the window. You can blast him with elemental magic, or twist his mind till he thinks he’s the pervert who started it and you walk away clean. That mixture of voyeurism, blackmail, and power fantasy hits different when Ben is smiling softly while lying to everyone, including himself. Zara shows up like the hot demon guidance counselor, offering “help” with his blocked memories and then sliding her hand down his chest as she describes the island tearing reality open. She wants the secrets, the rifts, the raw corruption, and she’s ready to spread her legs or someone else’s to get it. Group scenes feel like rituals gone wrong. People are moaning, bodies tangled, and in the background there’s this feeling that something is watching, that the island is feeding off all that sex. One moment you’re in a tender almost-romance with Rachel on the sofa, her head on your shoulder, the next you’re knee-deep in a magical gangbang that might literally open a portal. The story acts like it cares about Ben’s guilt and mental state, then hands you a teasing choice like “comfort her” or “possess her mind for a while” and both options feel right for different disgusting reasons. Watching him flirt between sweet, scared boy and cold, dominant bastard made me feel like I was doing character research and jacking off at the same time, which is exactly as fucked up as it sounds.

This thing starts like one of those depressing medical dramas you half-watch on Netflix while scrolling TikTok. You’re basically fucked, body falling apart, doctor gives you that calm “there’s nothing more we can do” voice. Then this syringe shows up. Not from some lab, not with fancy lore, it’s just “take this, you won’t hurt anymore.” You jab yourself, expecting blank darkness, and instead you wake up sitting on a throne with your dick hard and a whole kingdom acting like you’re their one and only god-king. Zero tutorial, zero build up, people just bow and call you “Your Majesty” while your brain is still trying to remember how to breathe.

The new world hits different. It’s not just “fantasy with boobs”, it leans right into that fever dream where you got everything you wanted but it feels slightly wrong if you think too long. The first time a fox-eared girl with a tail too fluffy to be legal crawls up to you, calls herself your slave, and presents her huge ass like it’s a royal gift, the game just lets you decide how much of a bastard you want to be. You can grab her hips, push her face into the sheets and go straight for anal like you’re checking if this world is really yours. Or, if you’re pretending to be nice, you start slow, slide into her pussy first, listen to her whimper and feel that tail wrap around your leg while she thanks you for “using” her. She’s not the only one like that either. There’s a towering monster girl with horns, thick thighs, tits that bounce a little too perfectly for something that’s supposed to be hand drawn, and she treats you like the only man alive who can actually handle her. When she grinds on your lap, cock buried inside her, claws digging into your shoulders, the game lets the scene linger. No rush, just you, her, and this ugly little thought in the back of your head that your real body is somewhere dying in a hospital bed.

The weird part is how normal the power starts to feel. One day you’re choosing which slave warms your bed, the next you’re getting ceremony talk shoved in your face. You’re king, so now you have to pick a queen. Not just a girl to fuck, but the one who will carry your heir, make your bloodline, all that “legacy” crap. The game actually lets you sit with that. There’s the obedient cat-like futa knight, cock as thick as your wrist, swearing to breed you if you want it, or bend for you if you’d rather fill her instead. She’ll kneel, pull your pants down in the middle of the throne room, take you into her mouth while the rest of the court pretends not to see, then later you can push her on the bed and test how deep her ass stretches, watch the AI-shaped sweat on her back catch the candlelight. Then there’s the gentle type with big soft tits that practically swallow your hands, the kind of girl who rides you slowly, eyes locked on yours, like she genuinely loves the man you are, not just the crown. The art has that slightly off AI look sometimes, fingers a bit too long in one frame or hair blending weird into the pillow, but somehow it helps the whole dreamlike vibe instead of breaking it. You’re always half-aware this might be fake, that the walls shimmer a bit when you push a slave against them and fuck her hard, her moans echoing a little too clean inside the castle halls. While you’re choosing who you’ll knock up, whose belly you’ll fill with your “royal seed” while she begs for more, there’s that sick feeling that any second you could open your eyes and be back with tubes in your arm. Or maybe this is the morphine talking and you already died. The game doesn’t hold your hand, it just lets you keep taking what you want. And you do. Over and over.

You’re 21, fresh out of uni, brain full of half-broken dreams and porn tabs, alone in a tiny place that looks more like a temporary save file than a real home. No job, no plan, no clue. Just a bed, a phone, and this weird feeling that whatever girl walks through your life next is basically a glitch in the code that will push you in some fucked up direction forever. This game leans hard into that idea. It isn’t trying to be “romantic” in the vanilla Netflix way. It feels more like fate dragging you by the collar through kinks you never admitted out loud, while you keep telling yourself “yeah, I can stop anytime” and then obviously you don’t. You start as this regular, kinda lost guy, but the story quietly puts you in spots where you’re kneeling, begging, turned on, confused, all of it layered, like when you’re scrolling Pornhub and suddenly your recommended list is just one big accusation.

The girls are not just checklists of tags, they’re like different corrupt routes for your soul. Tangent shows up like a walking red flag, the kind of woman you’d swear you should avoid, and then you end up refreshing Telegram waiting for her next message anyway. She treats you like a toy she already owns, plays with your ego, talks down to you while she has you licking her clean after she uses your face, or makes you hold still while she rides your cock and casually insults how pathetic you look. One moment she gives you a handjob so slow you want to scream, staring right in your eyes like she can read every dirty thought, then next scene she has a plug in your ass and your dick throbbing untouched, calling it “training” like this is some sacred destiny instead of her just having fun. Humiliation here isn’t just chat text, it’s in tiny moments, like her making you thank her for letting you cum, right after she slapped you for asking. And yeah, there’s titjobs and oral and all the classic stuff, but the way she paces it, like she’s tuning your brain, makes it feel less like porn and more like a long, slow hack of your identity.

Then the story swerves. Penny slides in from a totally different angle, all soft colors and weird comfort, like those TikToks that look wholesome until you read the comments. The tone drops into this messed up “innocent” vibe that obviously isn’t innocent, and suddenly sex toys feel more like props in a role you’re not sure you chose. You’re supposed to be the adult, but scenes twist it so you’re the one who needs control taken away, who gets told what to wear, when to touch yourself, when not to. There’s this one part where you finish in a way that should feel normal, just basic vaginal sex, thrusting, her moaning in your ear, your hands on her hips, and then the aftermath turns it sideways with one line of dialogue that makes you realize you’re not the one writing your own story at all. Natalie isn’t any softer. She just attacks your gender, your pride, your whole idea of “what kind of man I am” and pokes it until it bends. She might start with a blowjob that feels like a reward, sloppy, spit running down your shaft, eye contact that burns, then a few scenes later she’s got you dressed up, sitting pretty, dick hard and useless, while she teases you with a vibrator and jokes about how you were never much of a “real guy” anyway. The thing with this game is that every route pretends it’s just a bit of kinky fun, but then you look back and realize each girl quietly edited a part of you, like fate didn’t give you choices, only different flavors of surrender.

RICO: Sin City feels like somebody took a GTA-style sandbox, smashed it together with a superhero cartoon marathon, then poured a whole lot of porn over the top and shook the bottle until the cap blew off. You’re this walking disaster of a criminal informant, technically “helping” the authorities, but mostly getting dragged through a city that’s completely fucked. Heroes are corrupt, villains are bored, random NPCs act like they escaped from ten different franchises at once, and everybody’s horny or violent or both. The game doesn’t really care about moral lines; it cares if you’re having fun bullying the city, jerking off in places you probably shouldn’t, and abusing whatever powers and contacts you collect. One moment I’m extorting some costumed idiot for intel, the next I’m getting head from a busty “heroine” on a rooftop while gunshots echo in the street and I’m thinking, yeah, this is probably not how justice works. The tone jumps from dumb gag to filthy sex to crime thriller and then back to meme-level stupidity in like three clicks, which somehow fits this world where nobody acts like an adult unless it’s about money or orgasms.

Sex scenes are where the game goes from “okay, this is funny” to “oh shit, my browser history is ruined forever.” There’s a lot of focus on big tits, big asses, and the kind of exaggerated bodies that look like they got patched in from a hentai subreddit. The girls move, jiggle, grind on your face, ride your dick and then pause mid-thrust to crack some dumb superhero reference that only makes sense if you grew up binging cartoons and reading fanfiction at school. Masturbation is everywhere too, not just as a side thing, but woven into the jokes and the story. Caught spying on a heroine changing in some crappy safehouse? Now your character is furiously jerking off in a dark alley like a degenerate, with the camera lingering way too long on his hand and the wet sounds. There are little animated touches when you blow a load over a costume or watch her stroke you off while pretending she’s doing “evidence handling.” It’s shameless and kinda proud of it. I had one encounter where I used superpowers to pin a criminal chick against a wall, watched her tits bounce under torn fabric, then the scene turned into this half-interrogation, half-fuck session that ended with her taunting me about snitching while still dripping my cum. That’s the vibe: nobody’s clean, everybody’s using everybody, and the game laughs at you for taking it too seriously. In between all the fucking and jerking, you’re doing petty crime errands, dumb superhero parodies, and crossing over with characters who feel “almost but not exactly” like people you’ve seen in other media, like the dev is daring some lawyer to notice. The pacing is like a drunk party: too loud in some corners, too slow in others, someone’s making out on the couch, someone’s stealing the TV, nobody knows who owns the house. And yeah, the UI pisses me off in this one little menu, but I’m still clicking back in like a raccoon digging in the same trash can every night, hoping for something filthier.

This one feels like some drunk Tinder story that went too far and crashed into a fantasy novel. You’re this guy waking up on a pirate ship that already looks like a bad idea, and before you can even think about where the hell your pants are, the whole deck is shaking and something huge is moving under the waves. The game doesn’t care about giving you choices, it just drags you along like a horny bedtime story with tentacles and salty wood everywhere. And I like that, honestly. It’s a kinetic thing, so you’re not pretending to be a genius strategist, you’re just along for the chaos, watching this poor bastard get pulled into a mess of wet ropes, screaming sailors, and one captain who could probably snap you in half with her thighs and then ask you to mop the floor after.

The captain is the star here. Big tits stuffed in a shirt that definitely lost a few buttons to “accidents”, arms like a gym influencer from Instagram, and this attitude like “I own this ship, the sea, and also maybe your dick if I feel like it.” There is this early moment where she’s fighting the wheel, storm blowing, crew running like idiots, and she barks an order at you, leans close, and the camera just hangs on her chest rising and falling under all that strain. You’re supposed to be scared of the huge monster in the water, but the game makes it very clear your eyes are not on the kraken. The romance grows out of that tension, like those stupid TikTok edits where enemies suddenly breathe too close, except here it’s wet wood, screaming, tentacles smashing the hull, and her shouting over the storm that you better not die without repaying your “debt.” And you know very well that “debt” is not about money.

The crazy part is how the story leans into the fantasy without pretending it’s classy. You want a serious pirate epic? This is not that. You want a big slimy kraken wrapping itself around the ship while you’re stuck between terror and a hard-on, listening to the captain promise she’ll protect her crew and maybe reward the “faithful” ones with something that’s definitely not a medal? Yeah, that’s much more the vibe. There’s a scene where the tentacles are slamming the deck and the whole camera shakes, and at the same time the text describes her grabbing you by the collar, pressing you against the rail, her breasts squashed against your chest while she whispers something filthy right in your ear, like she gets turned on by danger. The romance is not soft and fluffy; it’s that “I could kill you or ride you” energy, and my horny brain is not complaining. I was reading it on my phone, lying on my couch with Telegram pinging in the background, and I literally ignored three work messages because I wanted to see if she was going to kiss him or feed him to the sea god.

What I enjoyed is how the game uses the kraken like a third character in the relationship instead of just big scary monster. Sometimes the tentacles feel like this jealous ex, slapping the ship around whenever you get too close to the captain. The scenes play with that vibe, not fully crossing into full-on tentacle porn, but it always hangs there, like one bad decision away from going totally unhinged. There is one bit where the ship tilts, you fall, land basically face-first into her cleavage, and a shadow passes over both of you, like the beast is watching. It’s stupidly hot and also kind of funny, like Pornhub plot written by someone who actually reads books. The visuals help a lot here: the wet skin, the way fabric sticks to curves after the waves hit, the shine on her muscles when she’s pulling rope or bracing herself. Sometimes the models look a little stiff in the quieter moments, but then a wave hits, hair flies, tits bounce, and you forget you wanted “perfect realism” five seconds ago. The story keeps pushing forward like a storm you can’t stop, and you’re just this poor horny idiot hanging from the rigging, pretending you’re scared of the kraken when really you just want the captain to drag you into her cabin and show you why everyone obeys her so fast.

Game hits you with a gut punch right in the menu. You’re this 25-year-old guy who already had his “happily ever after” and then it just gets ripped away from him. No heroic bullshit, no magical fix, he’s a wreck. First scenes are him looking like a zombie, barely functioning, and I liked that they don’t sugarcoat it. He’s numb, he’s angry, he drinks too much, he makes bad choices, sometimes you just click through like “yeah, I’ve seen this guy on Discord at 4% battery and 0% will to live.” And then, in the middle of all that, the game suddenly drops this tall blonde girl in a tight sport uniform with a ridiculous ass and you realize, okay, this is not just depression simulator, there is definitely some cock therapy incoming. Her tits look heavy in that jersey, jiggle a bit when she leans forward, and I swear the dev has a personal obsession with thighs, because the way those shorts ride up when she stretches before practice? That’s where 30% of my saves went. I kept quicksaving right before dialogue choices just to see how slutty or tender that same scene could go, like switching between two different timelines where you’re either a broken puppy or a horny asshole who still somehow gets rewarded.

Thing is, the sex doesn’t happen in a vacuum. You can feel the main guy still carrying all that grief into every scene. There’s a moment on the bleachers where she’s straddling him, sport top pushed up just enough to show those big tits bouncing while she jerks him off under the night lights, and he suddenly spaces out, thinking of his dead lover, and you get this ugly mix of hard-on and guilt. It’s hot and uncomfortable at the same time, which I kinda loved, even though at one point the pacing goes to shit because the game keeps stopping the dirty talk to drop another sad monologue. You get animated vaginal scenes where her ass fills the whole screen, cheeks slapping, sweat on her back, that little bounce in her ponytail while she rides him on the locker room bench, and then right after that they’re talking about addiction and suicide like you just didn’t have your dick in your hand twenty seconds earlier. The tonal whiplash is nuts. But the small stuff sticks with me: her fingers tightening on his shoulder when he finally thrusts up with some actual energy, her trying to hide how wet she is after “innocent” training, that one shot where the camera lingers too long on the curve of her hip as she walks away and you notice a tiny bruise from earlier practice. I hated how the text sometimes explains things I already get from the visuals, yet I kept playing, saving, loading, chasing slightly different ways to make this broken guy lose himself between her legs again, just to see if he looks a bit less dead inside when he finally comes.