Your phone is the real main character here. Not the guy you play, not the girls with the soft smiles and way-too-tight jeans, but that stupid little screen that never stops buzzing at the wrong time. You start with this cozy, slightly boring relationship, the kind where you already know how she takes her coffee and what porn tabs you keep half-hidden. It feels safe. Almost too safe. Then the messages start getting weird. Notifications pop up that are just off enough to make your stomach sink. A heart emoji from someone you barely remember. A photo cropped just a little too carefully. A chat thread with way too many deleted messages. You are not supposed to see some of this, and the game knows you want to.

The whole thing plays out like you are stuck between two chats at once, trying not to fuck everything up while also kind of wanting to. You switch between talking sweet to your girlfriend and flirting with someone you probably should not even be typing “hey” to. One second you are apologizing for being late to dinner, next second you are staring at a close-up of a huge ass pressed up against a mirror, trying to decide if you send a horny reply or leave it on read and pretend it never happened. The game likes to tease you with those little choices. Do you scroll further down the gallery and risk seeing something that will ruin your night, or put the phone away like a good boy and pretend the problem is not there. Obviously you scroll.

The cheating stuff is not just “haha, sex with someone else”, it is more like slow poison. Your guy reads a message, hesitates, lies about it in the next scene, and that small lie echoes later when she looks at you just a bit too long and says “you alright?” while her own phone buzzes face down on the table. There are AI-style CGs of her bent over the couch with her hair messy and her ass taking up half the screen, but the more you stare the more you keep thinking “who took this angle” and it stops feeling safe at all. One scene really hit: you are on voice call with your girl, she is telling you about her day, and in a side chat some other woman sends a bathroom mirror nude, wet skin and fat ass barely covered, with a tiny caption like “you thinking of me?” and the game just lets both conversations sit there at the same time, forcing you to juggle guilt and lust like some horny clown.

Sometimes the romance hits in a messed up way. There is this quiet late-night text where she admits she is scared of losing you, right after you spent five minutes scrolling a chat that makes it pretty obvious someone already had their hands on her. Or maybe they did not. The game is a liar and it enjoys that. You can be gentle with her, call her cute pet names, send selfies of your chest, and it almost feels wholesome… until you notice a tiny reflection in a glass door in one CG that looks like another guy’s shoulder in the background. Could be nothing. Could be everything. The tension is less “will I get laid” and more “who is fucking who behind whose back while everybody smiles and says goodnight”. And the wild part is, you keep pulling the phone back up anyway, swiping through chats like a junkie, hoping the next message hurts a little less or a lot more. Hard to tell which one you actually want.

Malcolm is the kind of guy you scroll past in real life without even noticing. Skinny, nervous, always a little hunched like the world is too loud for him. The game just throws you into his messy life in Walkerville, this weirdly normal Texas town that keeps acting like it’s hiding something behind every white picket fence and church smile. He lives with his mom and his sisters, and yeah, the game does not pretend that everyone’s thoughts are pure. It starts small. A door not fully closed when his older sister changes, that one innocent towel slip that lingers a bit too long, a late night where he “accidentally” opens the wrong room and just stands there, watching, hand already twitching toward his crotch before you even realize you clicked. The voyeur stuff creeps in quiet, like it was always there and the game just lets you stop pretending.

What surprised me is how it mixes dumb horny jokes with moments that feel kind of raw. Malcolm wants to stop being this loser and “be alpha” or whatever, but you see him in front of his laptop, porn tabs open, jerking off to the thought of his own mother bending over the laundry basket, big ass filling the screen, and you can feel how pathetic he knows he is. The game lets you push him further. You decide if he keeps watching from the crack of the door or actually walks in when his busty mom is stretched over the couch, panties riding up, asking for “a quick back rub” that your brain instantly twists into something else. It’s dirty in a way that feels almost too close, like browsing Pornhub in a private tab and suddenly stumbling on that one “mom” actress that reminds you of someone you know. You can focus on straight stuff if you want, just tits, pussies, toys, bare skin under flimsy house clothes, that kind of thing. Or you poke into the futa / trans side of town, which the game flags clearly so you don’t wander into it by accident, and there’s this odd thrill when a girl you thought was just a cute neighbor ends up pulling out something thick and throbbing from under her skirt while still having soft curves and a wet, tight pussy. It makes Malcolm freak out a bit, and it kind of made me do the same, in a good way.

Scenes play out slowly, with that visual novel pacing where you click through every little smirk and every bad joke he throws out when he’s nervous. Sometimes it works, like when his milf mom calls him out for staring and you can either chicken out or double down and compliment her tits in this awkward, blunt way that somehow gets her blushing instead of slapping him. Other times it drags on while you just want to reach the moment where she wraps her lips around his cock or grinds her big ass against him in the kitchen and “accidentally” rubs the tip against her soaked panties. There is this one masturbation scene with his younger sister, caught on a half-broken phone camera in the bathroom mirror, where she thinks nobody is home and spreads herself on the sink, one hand on her clit, the other holding a cheap toy she probably ordered from Amazon. That part stuck with me way more than I expected. Not even the nudity, but the way she looks around, bites her lip, keeps whispering Malcolm’s name like she hates herself for it. The humor cuts through sometimes, with him making stupid inner comments while jerking to his own family, but then in the next click his cock is out in his room and he is stroking himself raw, trying not to moan too loud while listening to muffled sounds through the wall. It is messy, horny, a bit trashy, and doesn’t really care about being “nice”. Which kind of fits this town full of smiling faces and very dirty secrets, all waiting for Malcolm to stop pretending he is just a passive loser and start fucking his way into the role he keeps dreaming about.

You load it up in a bored mood, thinking it will be just another horny office thing, and then suddenly you are sitting in this glossy fashion magazine, surrounded by women who all look like they walked out from some Instagram explore tab that you pretend not to check. HauteBeat hums in the background, that soft loop of office AC, a distant printer, heels clicking across the tiles like a metronome for your dirty thoughts. The protagonist is this fresh graduate, all awkward, shy, still a virgin, and the game really leans into that. He stammers when the editor-in-chief leans over his shoulder, her blouse just a little too open, her perfume basically choking him. The scene where he is alone with the secretary in a tiny meeting room, with the glass walls and everyone outside pretending not to look, that one hit me. She lowers her voice, asks if he understands what “loyalty” means in this office, and every click through the dialogue feels like you’re holding your breath, waiting for the moment her hand actually lands on his thigh. There is no rush, but also no mercy. The pacing is like that slow elevator ride where you already know you’re going to do something filthy when the doors open.

First choice that really made me stop was when you decide if he keeps his “good boy” energy, or starts testing his new power over these women who pretend they’re in charge. One path he plays the sweet intern, trying not to stare at his boss’s big ass every time she bends over a layout. The other path, he starts using what he learns about them, their little secrets, and the mood shifts from nervous to predatory. There is this one route with the married coworker from accounting, the one who always has her phone face down on the desk. She invites him to “help” with some files after hours. Music drops out, it is just the wet sound of her lips when she finally slides under the desk and starts sucking his cock right there, while the screen shows the office lights reflecting on her lipstick-smeared mouth. Her wedding ring catching the glow every time her hand strokes him is such a petty detail, but it sticks. And yes, later, if you push it, you can corrupt her properly, going from quick blowjob breaks to bending her over the office copier for anal, watching that big ass shake while the machine spits out useless sheets.

Not every scene is perfect. One of the titfuck moments feels a bit rushed, like they knew she has massive tits so they just went “ok, put dick between them” and moved on. But then another girl, the one styled like a cold, distant creative director, drags him into the wardrobe room full of clothes for the next shoot. She sits him down on a low bench, climbs on his lap like it is a throne, and the sound design quietly peaks. You hear fabric sliding, hangers tapping, her little moans that she tries to swallow because there are still people a few meters away. When she finally sinks down on his cock, the angle almost makes you feel that stretch yourself, slow vaginal grind that turns into rough fucking and then spanking her ass so hard the clothes around them rustle. The corruption is not just “she is horny now”, you feel how some of them start asking for it. The secretary who once flirted safely is later begging to be used under the desk while the boss is in a video call. The boss who once scolded him starts testing how far she can go before completely giving in. It is all choices and branches, but it never feels like a math problem. More like you are texting three people on WhatsApp at the same time, promising each of them something different, knowing at least one is going to get hurt and you kind of want that. And yes, the protagonist is inexperienced, but by the time he has a little harem of coworkers sucking, riding, getting spanked in the break room, he is not pretending to be a nice guy anymore. Or maybe he still is. Depends what you click.

Guy gets flattened by discount Truck-kun, respawns in horny Narnia, and the first thing the gods hand him is not wisdom or justice, it’s a cock and plot armor. That’s basically the energy here. You start as this broke college grad who literally failed at life, then wake up in Evenralm where everyone has either massive tits, a perfect ass, pointy ears, horns, or some combo of all three, and nobody owns a bra that actually fits. The world looks like one of those fantasy gacha ads where you pretend you’re there for “story” while one-handed scrolling on your phone. Except here you’re the main character, not the guy who dies in the prologue to motivate someone else. You walk into a random village and every girl talks to you like you’re the only male protagonist on the server. Which, to be fair, you kinda are.

It sells itself as Harem King journey, but the real plot is “how many girls can I accidentally seduce while pretending I’m saving the world from the Demon Lord”. You go from “I can’t pay rent” to “I guess I have to share a campfire with elf mage with big tits and dragon girl with stupidly big ass, oh no, what a tragedy”. Routes feel like scuffed dating sim logic: give wrong answer, girl still blushes, give right answer, she blushes harder and suddenly you’re getting a blowjob behind a tavern after some “training” quest. The animated scenes are the kind where the dev definitely paused a lot of JAV to get angles right. Mouths actually move on oral scenes, hips grind properly during vaginal, thighs jiggle in that “the physics are almost too honest” way. Sometimes the MC talks in the middle of sex and you’re like “shut up dude, nobody came here for your motivational speech”, but then the camera pulls in on an elf riding you like she’s trying to erase your spine and your brain forgives everything again. There’s this one camp scene where half your party is asleep and one of the girls sneaks into your bed, climbs on top, and the only sound is her wet squelch and those tiny gasps, and I swear the text box could have been blank and it still would work. The funny part is I kept telling myself “I’ll just check one more event” and three boss fights later I’m min-maxing affection points like some horny accountant. If you want the good stuff, be weirdly nice in dialog, always pick the slightly pervy joke, and never skip “optional” side quests, because that’s where the thickest scenes hide. Treat every fetch quest like foreplay and every camp chat like a chance to unlock another girl sitting on your face. Do that and the game basically rewards you for being a patient little degenerate.

Guy bails from the safe engineering grind and sneaks into the art class instead, and from that moment the whole thing feels like watching a horny college slice-of-life slowly losing its mind in the best way. You start as this slightly awkward dude who pretends to be normal, but his sketchbook is full of horny ideas he will absolutely end up acting out. The game really loves that feeling when you know you’re doing something you shouldn’t, like hiding porn in your Google Drive and hoping nobody opens the “taxes_final_final2” folder. First scenes are pretty chill: chatting, classes, some teasing, your childhood friend texting you, the usual VN stuff. Then you see how the art stuff becomes excuse for everything. “I need to study anatomy” turns into “let me grope you while I pretend I’m just checking proportions”. Drawing practice turns into handjobs in the empty studio, paint-stained fingers wrapped around your cock. You can be playful or kind of a bastard, and the game actually responds instead of just pretending.

The real fun starts when the game drops the brakes and goes full perv with the cast. You think “ok, classic college girls”, then boom: futa teacher with a smug face pinning you to the desk, her cock pressing against your ass while she criticizes your shitty shading. One route I went too deep into has this femboy model that joins the class, slim body, soft face, skirt way too short. First time you pose him you try to be “professional”, second time you are sucking his dick behind the curtain while the rest of the class paints with headphones on. There is a trap character who looks more girly than half the girls, and there is a whole humiliation-exhibition thread with him that basically turns the art club into your private porn studio. You can push him to pose in only a collar, make him bend over the table, and even have him walk out into the corridor with cum dripping down his thighs while people almost catch him. Oral scenes are everywhere: kneeling in the bathroom, under the desk in the computer room, backstage during an art show with people right outside. Sometimes you control the pace and choke them, sometimes a dom girl just grabs your hair and fucks your mouth until you’re gagging, calls you her “brush holder” like that’s a normal insult. Anal shows up in both directions too: you pounding a shy classmate over a stack of canvases, or that futa teacher deciding you need “corrective training” and pushing in slowly while you grip the edge of the table and pretend you’re still in control. There is BDSM flavor mixed with college vibe: rope marks over pale skin, clothespins on nipples while someone tries to keep quiet in the dorm, the kind of hand around the neck that is almost gentle but not really. The animated bits give the sex scenes a lot of weight, especially the small stuff like balls slapping, subtle hip movement, the way bodies grind together. It looks good enough to be hot, but still a bit rough in places, like weird angles or awkward faces in some loops, and that actually fits the whole “student art” theme. I still hate that one looping moan that sounds like a Telegram notification in the background, it drives me crazy every time and I keep checking my phone for nothing. The game lets you be both the bully and the toy, and switching between male domination and being dragged around by a scary calm girl or a cocky futa makes the routes feel different, even when it reuses locations. Exhibitionism hits hard: half-open doors, windows with people outside, phones recording. At one point I had the MC getting jerked off with paint-covered hands in the middle of the empty classroom while the sunset light hits the glass, and it felt so filthy and kind of beautiful at the same time, like someone mixed porn and an Instagram art reel. Then the same scene replayable later with different choices turned into a cruel humiliation, where he is forced to cum on the floor and lick it up while the dom laughs and snaps pics. It is messy, horny, sometimes clumsy, but it absolutely knows why you are here.

Caelus here is not the soft idiot from canon. The game basically asks, "What if the Trailblazer actually used all that cosmic bullshit to do the one thing everyone writes in fanfic but Hoyoverse pretends doesn’t exist?" and then never pulls back. Nanook is not some gloomy destruction god, he is straight up horny cosmic troll, like a drunk Archive of Our Own tag come to life. Plot is thin in a good way: every excuse to bend another Star Rail girl, and sometimes literally, into whatever shape your pervy little brain asked for the first time you saw her on a limited banner and thought “yeah I’d roll on that.”

What works weirdly well is how the game treats the whole “canon vs fanon” thing. Half the scenes feel like they were ripped straight from those long smut fics where the author clearly has a spreadsheet for everyone’s kinks. You know those 70k word monsters that start “slow burn” and then chapter 3 is already double penetration and mind control? Same energy here. One minute you are talking about Aeons and Paths, next minute Nanook just snaps reality and suddenly a proud Valkyrie type is on her knees giving this messy, noisy blowjob that would get a Twitch VOD nuked on sight. Then the scene pretends like nothing happened and jumps back to sci fi chatter. It feels wrong in a fun way. Or maybe in a stupid way. I liked it anyway.

The sex itself hits pretty much every checkbox people keep sneaking into tags: sloppy oral that really leans into the sounds, handjobs with way too much focus on fingers and precum, anal scenes where the camera insists on hanging on that first push a bit too long, and then stuff like footjobs that come out of nowhere. I mean it, you are casually abusing some broken mind controlled girl for exhibition in a public corridor, and suddenly she is using her feet like it is the most natural thing in the galaxy, with Nanook commenting in your head like a hentai Reddit thread. It is over the top and sometimes kind of dumb, but in a charming “this is clearly made by a guy who knows every Honkai subtag on Rule34.xxx” sort of way. The harem idea is full power, too. Caelus walks around like the universe itself is his brothel, and the girls, even when they resist at first, end up folded into this obedient, fucked-out collection entirely under his control. The mind control is not subtle. He rewrites them to love being toys, to show off outside with clothes barely hanging on, to beg him to use every hole in the worst moments, during missions, in front of cameras, whatever. And yet in the middle of all that excess, I got really annoyed that one small VFX on a cumshot looked like cheap soap. It bothered me the whole time and yeah, the game never fixes it.

What surprised me is how casually the game mixes sci fi nonsense and raw filth. You get “superpowers” here but not for saving worlds. Caelus uses cosmic energy to freeze time just to keep a girl’s mouth wrapped around his cock at the perfect angle, or to hold her asshole open while he decides if he wants to go back to her pussy or not. Sometimes reality bends so hard two girls exist in the same “moment” giving alternate versions of the same scene, one obedient, one still fighting, and you can flip your attention back and forth like changing tabs in Chrome. It sounds fancy, but in practice you are just clicking through dialogue while the game finds new ways to show spit, tears, ruined makeup and gaping. There is this one exhibition bit where a character is pretended to be fully in charge in front of a crowd, proper captain pose, and then in the next “layer” she is actually riding Caelus, forced to keep a perfect public speech while getting filled and emptied again and again. It is clever. Or maybe it is trash. Kind of both. Fantasy fans will notice half the lore is slightly off too. Some names are wrong, affiliations twisted, like the developer half remembered wiki pages and then said “eh, who cares, she is naked now.” Honestly, they were right.

If you ever read a “what if the Stellaron messed with their libido instead of destiny” fic and thought the author chickened out before the real filth, this is that same story but the brakes got removed, burned, and then fucked.

Guy wakes up naked in a giant smoking hole in the ground, memory wiped, dick working fine, moral compass already kind of on strike. That’s your hero. No chosen one speech, no destiny, just “who the hell am I” followed by “ok but whose tits are those over there” very fast. The story follows that vibe all the way: half confused adventure, half pervert travel blog. Every time you think “ok, now it gets noble and heroic”, the game throws you some horny widow with huge tits asking for “help” while her husband is literally in the next room snoring like a pig.

The world is this weird fantasy mix that acts all mysterious and serious for like two lines, then you’re balls deep in someone you probably shouldn’t even be making eye contact with. One moment you’re talking with some high elf priestess about fate and the strange crater you crawled out of, next thing she’s on her knees with mascara running, mumbling prayers around your cock. And the game doesn’t even pretend to be shy: anal, foot stuff, toys, cosplay outfits that look like they were ordered from the cheapest part of AliExpress, blackmail scenes where you’re thinking “he really went there, ok.” There is voyeur stuff out of nowhere too. You “accidentally” see people fucking, then later you can decide if you just keep watching, join, or pretend to be a respectable person and leave. Guess which option is clearly not the point.

Whole dating sim layer sits on top of it like one of those shitty fancy cakes. You do dialogues, give gifts, pick “romantic” answers, then ten minutes later you are choking the same girl with your hand while she’s in a maid cosplay and pretending she doesn’t like it. Romance and corruption sit right next to each other and keep changing places. One route has this sweet, shy girl who looks like she should be in soft romance stuff, and your choices slowly push her from blushing kisses and handjobs to getting filmed while you fuck her asleep, with a gagged “boyfriend” watching helpless from the corner. And he deserves it, but also damn. The game acts like “oh this is a tender moment” while you’re literally using a vibrator on her in front of him. I laughed, not sure that was the correct reaction.

Family stuff is there too, tiptoeing on that “we are not saying it directly but everyone knows what is going on” line. You meet a “landlady”, a “aunt”, a “older sister type” with the biggest ass the engine can handle. They all have that slightly too familiar energy, like “we’re related enough that this should be a problem, but not enough that the dev wants to get banned.” Some routes let you go full NTR bastard: you slowly steal them from the guys around them, or just fuck them behind their backs while the poor idiots talk about “trust” and “true love” in the next tavern. There is one very specific scene where you get a girl drunk, let her fall asleep next to you, then decide if you just watch her masturbate in her sleep, or you go further and, yeah, take what you want. Game barely pretends this is a moral choice. It knows exactly what you clicked.

What I like and hate at same time is how the protagonist can act almost nice in dialogue, asking about feelings, talking about the mystery of the crater, then two clicks later you’re using a collar and leash on a milf that earlier tried to mother you. One path lets you keep her “pure”, another lets you train her into cock add*cted slave who will take anal in public just because you snap your fingers. The exhibition stuff goes too hard sometimes, like you’re fucking on a balcony while random guards pretend they don’t see, or you shove a dildo into a girl before sending her to some serious story meeting, and the game keeps cutting to her trying to keep a straight face while you hold the remote. World saving, but with remote control butt plug, sure. The plot about who you are and why that crater exists keeps popping up between all of this, like the dev suddenly remembered there was supposed to be a story, then gets distracted again by a pair of big tits bouncing in 3D. And I am not complaining. Well, I am, about one thing: the main menu music is annoying as hell and I can’t stop humming it while watching yet another “accidental” cheating route blow up a happy couple from inside. Literally from inside.

Boon feels like somebody took all the usual straight dude fantasy crap, tossed it in the trash, then said “nah, let’s make this horny and weird and actually about these two messed up cuties.” You’re basically hanging out inside the head of this male protagonist while his life gets hijacked by a tall trans woman with big everything and a femboy who looks like he escaped from a sissy subreddit. It’s a kinetic novel, so you’re not babysitting choices every two seconds, you’re just dragged along while this “special relationship” between them gets more twisted, hotter, and kind of sweet in a fucked up way. One moment it’s teasing, next moment there’s her hand on his throat and he’s on his knees, then you’re like “wait, did he just moan at being called a good girl?” and yeah, he did.

The scenes ramp up in a way that feels less like porn logic and more like a slow, horny car crash you can’t look away from. You’ve got this big ass, big tits trans dommy who clearly knows she owns the room, and she treats him like a toy she’s training. There’s sissification stuff where he’s getting pushed into panties, make-up, all that humiliating “you’re my cute little thing” talk, and the game doesn’t flinch. She’ll edge him for ages, ride his face, make him choke on her, call him pretty while she’s wrecking his ass, and he’s stuck halfway between “I’m a man” and “please ruin me, mommy.” At some point there’s anal where he’s trying to pretend he’s not loving it and failing hard, and the writing actually sells it. It’s not just “he moans again, wow, so hot,” you get the dirty details, the shame, the way he gets turned on by being powerless. There’s futa-on-male, trap-on-male, some incest flavor lurking around the edges they don’t scream about but it’s there enough to make you feel slightly wrong for liking it. I opened this in another tab while Spotify was playing and legitimately forgot my emails for a while, which is wild because half of the time the characters are just talking and it’s still hotter than half of Pornhub.

What surprised me is how the 3D style actually helps the vibe instead of killing it like in those dead-eyed Unity sex “games.” The bodies look like they belong in this filthy little universe: thick thighs, round asses, tits that practically announce themselves, and the femboy is perfectly in that uncanny spot where you’re not sure if you want to bully him, fuck him, or both. Oral scenes especially hit hard, you can almost feel the spit and the gagging when she pushes too deep. There’s one moment where she shoves him against something, whispers something brutally degrading in his ear, and he just melts, and you’re sitting there thinking “yeah ok I get it now.” And because it’s split into episodes, you get these little arcs where a new kink creeps in, like the teasing moves into harder femdom, or the relationship between the two “subs” shifts from awkward to “I’ll suck you off because she told me to and I secretly love it.” The pacing is all over the place sometimes, like it lingers on stuff that doesn’t matter and rushes stuff that’s insanely hot, but somehow that makes it feel more like you’re watching someone’s fucked up fantasy play out than some polished porn machine. I still hate how one specific sound effect keeps repeating in the background at weird times and it annoyed the hell out of me, but I kept clicking anyway because I wanted to see how far she’d push them in the next scene.

There’s something oddly raw about this game that got my attention right away. You start as this young guy who finally runs away from a place that basically hates everything he is, and the game really leans into that feeling of being horny, scared, and excited in the same moment. It’s not subtle. The first scenes after he arrives in the new city already feel like that messy mix: he’s jerking off alone in a shitty room, scrolling Grindr and Scruff on his cracked phone, half terrified someone from the old country will see him, half desperate to get fucked senseless by the first older guy who sends him a pic. The camera lingers on his face more than on his cock at first, which I actually liked, since you can see that tension: he’s ashamed, but he can’t keep his hand off himself. Then the game slowly starts pushing him into contact with these older guys, these proper DILF types, each one a different flavor of controlling, sweet, manipulative or just bored and horny. It’s not a fluffy romance at the beginning, more like: who will own this kid’s body first. And he’s into it, that’s the thing. He pretends he’s just “trying things”, but he’s hard every time some graying, thick-armed man calls him “good boy” or tells him to shut up and swallow.

From animation / cutscene side, it looks like the dev had a lot of ideas and maybe not enough time, which somehow fits the story. Expressions are surprisingly specific: when the main guy gets pushed on his knees for the first blowjob with that bearded neighbor, his eyes do this quick flick from the door to the cock, like he’s wondering if he can still back out, then you see his throat work when he swallows his fear and leans in. There’s a nice little detail where the older man’s hand pets his hair first, then tightens a bit too much once the kid starts taking it deeper. The 3dcg is not perfect; sometimes the mouths look weird in side view, and there’s a sex scene on the couch where the protagonist’s hip clips into the cushion in a way that made me snort, but honestly that kind of broken thing made it feel more personal, less polished porn and more like some horny artist just kept going at 2 coffees too many. There are a few romance routes where you actually have to decide if you want the safer, “boyfriend material” older guy who buys you snacks and calls you cute, or the more twisted one who tells you he’ll help you with papers if you let him fuck you raw whenever he wants. Those choices hit harder than I expected, especially when a soft, cuddly cutscene later suddenly turns into him being pinned down on the bed, his wrists held above his head while he pretends he doesn’t like being used and you know he’s lying to himself and no one else.

What I enjoyed most is how the corruption feels emotional, not just “he was innocent, now he sucks dick like a pro.” You can see the shift in small scenes. Like there is a quiet moment after he gets ghosted by a guy he really liked, and the next cutscene is him doing a video call jerkoff with some random daddy from a hookup app, camera pointed directly at his ass while he fingers himself on a cheap chair. The animation dwells on the way he checks his own reflection in the laptop screen, kind of lost, kind of proud that he can make grown men beg in chat. It’s hot and a bit sad at the same time. That dual feeling pops up a lot: one route has him cuddling in bed with a more romantic guy after a slow, almost vanilla fuck, his face buried in chest hair like he finally found a home, and literally in the next scene you can push him to cheat, spreading his legs for another man in a public shower, water running down his back while a rough hand clamps over his mouth to keep him quiet. I wish the sound design was better there, the moans feel a little canned sometimes, but then a look he gives, that half-guilty smile when he realizes he likes being controlled, saves the whole thing. It’s messy, horny, sometimes awkward, with a protagonist who starts out scared of his own dick and ends up jerking off confidently on camera while an older guy orders him around. I kept noticing tiny animation glitches and misaligned kisses, then suddenly there was this one angle of him riding his favorite DILF, sweaty and flushed, eyes locked, and I forgot every little complaint I had until the next stiff hand pose snapped me back.