Yui looks like the kind of wife you only see on Reddit threads that are clearly fake. Super sweet, big soft ass that keeps stealing camera focus, totally loyal, obsessed with her wedding dress job and also with you. The game really leans into that. Early on you’re just vibing in your tiny apartment, she’s measuring lace, you’re scrolling on your phone like a useless husband, and it actually feels boring in a nice way. That boring feeling is important, because when the corruption starts it hits harder. One moment she’s talking about veil fabrics, next moment her phone lights up with “Kuroda” and the whole mood drops like your battery at 5% with no charger. I liked that shift. Felt a bit too real. I literally paused the game to check Telegram while she was panicking, lol.

Kuroda is such a walking red flag that if he was on Tinder the app would soft‑ban him. Drug mess, manipulative, and the story keeps pretending “he’s still family” like that fixes anything. Watching Yui try to defend him is painful and hot at the same time, which makes me sound terrible, but here we are. The corruption is mostly emotional at first. Small lies. Late returns home. Her eyes looking away a little too quick. There is this one scene where she comes back from “helping him” and she’s still in her nice dress, but her lipstick is smudged just enough. Not obvious, but if you ever used Google Photos zoom you can’t unsee it. You can choose to confront her or act like a doormat. I tried both. Honestly, neither path makes you feel like a hero. Which is good. Or bad. Depends on how much you enjoy self‑insert suffering. There is romance mixed in, not some flowers and chocolate thing, more like those quiet moments when she sits on your lap, apologizing, and you know she’s hiding shit, yet you still grab her hips because that ass is ridiculous. The humiliation is slow burn: tiny cracks in trust, neighbors maybe hearing things through the wall, your line messages left on “read” while she “works late”. Sex scenes reward you, but they also kind of punish you. When the AI art goes extra on her curves while the text reminds you she might have been touched by someone else half an hour ago, your dick and your ethics go into open conflict.

On phone it runs smooth enough, though the UI sometimes hides buttons behind my stupid fat thumb and I got stuck in a menu once and rage‑tapped like an idiot. The simulator feeling comes from all the routine: chat logs, little money choices, scheduling when she visits Kuroda again. I wish there were more small domestic moments, like brushing teeth together, but instead you get repeated CG angles and that one underwear set that appears so often it should have its own Twitter account. Also the auto mode is too fast and too slow at the same time, somehow. What I really liked is how it plays with cheating. It’s not just “she cheats, you cry, game over”. It keeps asking how much you participate in her fall. Do you push her toward “helping” him because you’re naive, or because you secretly want to see how far she goes? There’s one late scene where she texts you that she’ll be “a bit late” and you can reply something supportive or jealous. No matter what you pick, it hurts in a different flavor. That’s the moment the game stops being about Kuroda and starts being about how disgusting desire can be when mixed with love. And also, again, that ass in those tight skirts. Honestly, the romance is kind of beautiful. And totally fucked. Both things can be true.

Town of Redemption feels like somebody mashed a horny fantasy VN into a half-finished mobile sandbox and then just said “yeah ok, this is fine” and went back to drawing monster tits. You’re this dude who survived a village getting wrecked, finally lands in a big “safe” city that’s only safe if you ignore the amount of wet, thick, non-human girls wandering around it. You end up working as an alchemist for the guild, which sounds boring until every second job turns into “oops I spilled aphrodisiac on the wolf-girl with the huge ass, better check if she’s ok”. It’s that kind of game where you think you’re just clicking through errands, then suddenly you’re shoulder deep in a cow girl’s cleavage, trying to “measure milk output” with your hands instead of tools. She’s moaning, you’re pretending this is science. Absolutely my thing.

What I like is how the scenes creep up on you. One quest you’re mixing basic potions for some shy catgirl scout, next time she visits she’s pressing her big fluffy tits against the table asking if you can make something to “relax her nerves before missions”. Translation: give her a reason to pant and grind on your leg in the lab. And it actually feels like you built up to it, not just click sex button to win. There’s this lizard girl adventurer who keeps acting all proud, calling you “support staff”, then you slip a warmth potion in her gear and watch her swagger melt into heavy breathing and tail twitching while she begs you to check where exactly it’s getting “too hot”. Hand under her armor, fingering around her abs, then lower, then she’s using your hand like a toy. Feels good in that “ok, this is way too specific but I’m not complaining” way. The writing is sometimes messy, like someone glued horny ideas together without cleaning the edges, and the UI on mobile is clunky as hell with tiny icons that make your thumb miss the thing you want, but whatever, I stayed for the filthy bits. There’s an actual sense of being this low level dude building a little life, slowly turning half the guild into your personal test subjects. Except the inventory screen is ugly as sin and sorting items is a pain. I kept mis-tapping and using the wrong potion. Kind of funny when a buff elixir turns into a breast swelling one right before a fight though. Not for the poor bunny girl tank trying to move under her own bouncing chest.

The town itself ends up feeling like your playground. You walk out of the lab and already know which corner has the needy minotaur girl who leaks through her clothes if you even mention “pressure release”, which alley has the smug fox girl who pretends she hates humans but still arches her back when you “search for hidden enchantments” under her tail, which shopkeeper secretly has fur under the robes and loves it when you “accidentally” grope her while reaching for ingredients. There’s a nice rhythm where you run guild jobs, collect weird monster parts, then experiment not only in bottles but on bodies. At some point I had a batch of potions that made nipples super sensitive, and watching a proud warrior melt into a shaking mess from just a thumb rubbing her big areolae was stupidly hot. The game teases a lot too, sometimes giving you a scene that stops right at the edge, making you work more jobs or raise some stat before she finally lets you push her against the table and go full-on, tits slapping, claws in your back, panting in your ear. Some characters feel unfinished, like they were supposed to have more scenes but real life stole the dev, and there are dead spots where nothing new triggers even if you grind. Still, when it hits, it hits filthy enough: thick furry hips grinding on your lap, warm milk running down her belly while she moans your name, your hands sunk into jiggling titflesh like soft dough. It’s rough around the edges and kind of janky, but it has that unpolished charm where you can smell the artist’s brain: “what if every girl in this nice fantasy town was just a little too eager to get grabbed, teased, milked and ruined by some refugee alchemist who barely knows what he’s doing”. Honestly, I’m ok with that.

Cheeky Ghost Girl feels like the exact kind of horny fever dream you get after binging too much Fate/Grand Order and then falling asleep with your phone on your chest. You’re this broke-ass delivery rider, P’Chad, tapping around town, dropping off coffee and snacks, just autopiloting with your thumb on the screen, then suddenly you knock on this crappy old rental room door and a girl literally floats into your face. Not a spooky “boo” ghost. More like “holy shit why are your tits jiggling when you’re not even solid” ghost. Namnueng looks soft, acts sweet, talks like a troublemaker, and the whole time you’re thinking, “I’m definitely getting haunted and I’m still okay with it.” The game leans into that weird mix of cute and horny right away: one second she’s teasing you, hovering too close, pretending she doesn’t know why your pants are tight, next second she’s pushing your hand onto her big ass like it’s just normal ghost etiquette. The touch controls actually matter here too, you’re not just tapping through dialogue, you’re choosing where to focus, who to grope, when to play submissive idiot or take charge for real, and on a small screen it feels way more personal than it probably should.

The story pretends to be light and fluffy, like, “oh wow, human and ghost learning to live together, how wholesome,” then you blink and your wholesome moment is her sitting on your face and giggling while she’s semi-transparent and you can kind of see through her thighs and it somehow makes the oral scene even dirtier. There are bits where she’s the one in control, sitting on your lap, whispering in your ear, grinding on you until you literally have to beg, and she smiles like a smug dom, but then later she’s lying on her back, legs wide, begging you to cum inside her ghost pussy anyway, talking about creampies like you’re not both completely insane. I liked that one early scene where she phases her clothes on and off while you’re trying to concentrate on a delivery route: you’re checking the map, she’s popping in front of the phone, lifting her shirt, grabbing your hand, making you miss a turn, and the app vibrates for “route updated” at the exact same time she moans. Unreal timing. Sometimes she’s bratty as hell, ignoring your choices, sitting on top and pinning your hands while she rides you, and sometimes you grab her by the hips, flip her over, and she goes from smug to messy, moaning into the pillow while you pound her and she begs you not to pull out. And yes, they don’t shy away from showing it sliding in, full penetration, her big tits bouncing when you slam into her, and that creamy finish dripping out after you cum deep. I kinda hate that the dialogue text box is a little chunky and covers part of the action if you don’t tap it fast enough, and every time I swear I’m going to adjust it in settings, then she starts teasing again and I completely forget what I was doing. The whole thing is just you, a phone, and a horny ghost girl who really, really doesn’t care if anyone’s watching while she rides your dick like she’s trying to make her own afterlife sequel.

This thing is basically a tiny horny playground where you get dropped in front of a chunky little demon girl and the game just shrugs and says: “go on then, do what you came here for.” No fake grand plot, no pretend epic quest, just a shortstack monster girl with absurd tits staring you down like Halloween came early and forgot the costume part. You poke around a bit, tap through the menu, and very quickly realize the whole “simulator” label is honest in a kind of lazy way. You pick the girl, pick the angle, and then it’s just you, her, and the loop of thrusts and reactions. There’s something almost rude about how direct it is. No warm-up, no small talk, just dick meets demon, roll credits.

What actually sells it is that the animations have this weird sticky charm. Her tits bounce like they’re trying to escape the rest of her body, and the way her ass jiggles with every thrust is way more detailed than anything else around it. It’s that classic porn game thing where you can tell all the effort went into breast physics instead of UI. On my phone the touch controls feel like you’re swiping a horny GIF to life, and if you drag too fast it looks ridiculous, like she’s on some haunted washing machine. But then you slow down, find a rhythm, and the little details kick in: the way her expression shifts from smug to dazed, the subtle hip twitches during vaginal, that tiny pause before she sucks you again when you swap to oral. I swear the dev is more obsessed with how her mouth wraps around the tip than with anything like, I don’t know, menus that don’t feel like an afterthought. There’s also groping, obviously, and here the game suddenly remembers it’s a “simulator” and lets you grab those big demon tits like you’re testing fruit at the market. It’s crude, kind of scuffed, sometimes her hand clips through her own boob and ruins the moment, and yet I still found myself poking at every angle just to see how the jiggle reacts. The whole thing feels like a horny sketchbook where someone animated the parts they were jerking off to and then just slapped a menu around it and called it a demo, which, honestly, yeah, fair.

Keigo feels like that dude who peaked in high school but actually never even peaked, just failed quietly and then left town. Now he drags his ass back, broke, horny, and still kinda pathetic, crashing at Ichigo’s place like some NPC side character who accidentally got promoted to main character. Ichigo’s still Ichigo, of course, walking cheat code for popularity, swords, and women, and somehow he’s married to Orihime now. And she’s exactly what all those old Bleach fanarts promised, just turned up to shameless hentai levels: giant soft tits that bounce a little too perfectly when she laughs, thighs that don’t even pretend to fit normal clothes, that smile that looks innocent until the camera angle proves it isn’t. The game knows why you clicked. It doesn’t pretend otherwise for even half a second.

What I liked is how the whole thing feels wrong in a very specific way. You’re in Ichigo’s tiny place, pretending to look for a job on your cracked phone, scrolling fake job posts like it’s LinkedIn hell, while Orihime leans over the couch in those shorts that absolutely do not count as shorts, asking if you want more tea, and you’re trying to not stare at her ass and failing completely. The mobile UI actually fits the vibe here: it feels like you’re sneaking porn in a WhatsApp group while sitting at a family dinner you weren’t invited to. Keigo tries to act like a good guest, but the game keeps throwing you small choices that slide from “just chat” into “ok, that was not friendly anymore” and then into “yeah, Ichigo would definitely punch you for this.” You start with mild flirting, then accidental boob touch that is obviously not an accident, then late night scenes in the hallway where she whispers too close, breathing on your neck, pretending she’s worried about you when her nipples are poking right through her shirt. It goes from soft corruption into full-on “I want you to fuck me while my husband is in the other room” without ever doing that big dramatic turn, it just slowly rots. Like mold on bread, sexy mold.

Sex scenes themselves are exactly what you expect and then a bit worse in the best way. Orihime rides you with those massive tits clapping in your face, eyes glazed, sucking her finger, begging you not to cum inside her, and of course the only button you actually notice is the one that makes you drain every drop in her anyway. Animated loops focus on the important stuff: her ass slamming down on your cock while you watch the ring of white around the base grow thicker, the way her belly jiggles when you push her legs up and fuck her hard, the little moment she presses a hand to her womb like she can feel you filling her. There’s a scene where Ichigo’s in the shower, humming like some idiot protagonist, and you’re behind Orihime on the kitchen table, her hair spread, creampie dripping out while she clenches around you trying not to moan too loud. The guilt is there for Keigo, kind of, but the game doesn’t pretend he’s a good guy. Which is nice. He’s just a horny loser finally getting the girl he always watched from the corner, and he ruins everything with a smile.

Weird thing that bugged me way too much: that one text notification sound they use keeps popping up in the middle of the hottest scenes, and it sounds exactly like a Telegram ping, so I kept pausing thinking someone actually messaged me. Completely yanked me out of a creampie once, I’m still annoyed about that. Also, sometimes the writing swings between decently hot dirty talk and those awkward lines like “I feel your naughty rod deep inside my womanhood” and it’s hilarious in the middle of all the moaning. But then Orihime throws her head back, calls you by name, and begs for more like she’s never been properly fucked before, and suddenly the cheesy lines don’t matter. It feels like some degenerate Bleach doujin that escaped from 2010, grabbed your phone, and decided Keigo finally deserves his turn to be scum. Honestly, he doesn’t, which is why it works.

Chrono Harem: Artifact of Syr feels like something a horny engineer cooked up on his lunch break and then accidentally made too addictive. You start as this regular dude in the present, nothing special, scrolling your phone on the train and suddenly you’re neck deep in time bullshit and alien tech that keeps pulling you into a shiny sci-fi future. One second you’re flirting with a thick milf in yoga pants who pretends she doesn’t notice how you stare at her ass when she bends over, next second you blink and you’re in this sterile, glowing lab where a girl with huge tits in a tight futuristic suit is explaining timelines while your eyes are glued to her cleavage. The game pretends it cares about “timeline balance” and “destiny” and all that, but half the time you’re just trying to decide if you wanna finish the handjob in the present or jump to the future to see if the ahegao scientist will let you go further this time.

What I like is how it keeps mixing the ordinary boring daily stuff with straight up porn fantasy. You wake up, check messages, maybe meet a milf neighbor who leans close to “fix your collar” and pushes her big tits right in your face, and you know already it’s going to end with her on the couch, legs open, you buried inside her, her face twisted into that full ahegao, drool on her chin and those stupid hearts in her eyes. Then later, in the future timeline, there’s this scene where one of the girls pins you to some weird sci-fi chair, starts stroking you slow while asking “for test data”, and when you finally cum she looks almost offended she got covered, then licks it off her fingers like it was planned all along. The animations make those little moments hit harder, like when a girl is riding you and her big ass actually bounces, cheeks smacking lightly while she moans into your ear, or when she slides down on your dick in one smooth motion and her stomach flexes, mouth wide open, tongue out, eyes rolled back. Sometimes the faces are a bit weird and plastic and I hate that, but then again, when she’s sucking you off and her lips shine and her head moves faster, you kinda forget everything else.

There’s a funny contrast between the “save the future” vibe and the fact that every path seems to end with you getting some kind of pussy. Even the “serious” scenes turn horny fast. One girl is explaining some artifact lore and halfway through she’s already on her knees, unzipping you and giving you this slow, sloppy blowjob, her cheeks hollowing in and out, spit running down your shaft. Another moment you have this calm talk on a balcony about choices and fate, then she just turns around, lifts her skirt, shows off her huge ass in tight panties, and you just know you’re going to end up fucking her from behind, her tits swinging with every thrust. The game loves vaginal sex most, there’s a lot of angles where you see yourself pushing in all the way, her body shivering and that shocked ahegao popping up just when you slam deep. Sometimes I wish there was one girl who wasn’t stacked like a hentai poster, but that’s never happening and I already accepted it. It’s dirty, shameless, very male-protagonist brain, and it sort of feels like watching your horny browser history turn into a time travel story you can poke at on your phone while pretending you’re just playing a “normal” game.

Laura feels like that girl from those old Italian coming of age movies, except here the camera actually stays in the bedroom and doesn’t politely fade to black when the clothes start coming off. She’s 26, hot in that natural way, not some anime balloon with physics from another planet. Curvy but believable. The story starts pretty harmless: small southern town, bullshit economy, a plan for a little shop and a small house, her and Mario doing the “we’re gonna make it” couple fantasy. Then little by little, you watch that fantasy get traded for quick cash and dirty favors, and somehow it’s horny and depressing at the same time. In a good way. Or maybe I’m just broken from too many early 2000s browser porn games.

Playing on phone actually fits it. Feels like reading filth on WhatsApp when you should answer work emails. It’s a simple click, read, pick choice kind of thing, but those choices sting a bit because the game doesn’t treat Laura like a bimbo puppet. She knows what she’s doing most of the time. She argues with Mario, she calls bullshit when she sees it, she still ends up with her mouth around some guy’s dick anyway because money talks louder than pride. There’s one scene where she’s in a car with this sketchy “business partner” of Mario, and it starts as small talk, nothing special, just some cheap flirting. Then the camera angle drops and she’s bent over, trying not to smear lipstick all over his cock while he holds her head. The writing isn’t “poetic” or anything, it’s blunt. You get stuff like “she feels the tip against the back of her throat and tries not to gag” and that’s it. Honest, a bit rough. Exactly the vibe.

The criminal side creeps in slow. First it’s just extra cash in an envelope, then suddenly the guys she blows have bodyguards. The sex itself is pretty straightforward: oral, classic pussy pounding, some kissing that actually feels like romance and not just a loading screen between positions. There’s this one quiet moment after a cheap hotel fuck where she’s lying on the sheets still half naked, texting Mario, acting like she was out doing errands. The game lingers a bit too long on that, and it hits weirdly hard. Like those old Flash games where you suddenly felt guilty masturbating because the story got sad for two clicks and then went right back to cumshots. Sometimes the dialogue is clunky, sometimes a scene ends too fast, sometimes her reactions feel a bit too cool for what just happened, but I kind of like that rough edge. It reminds me of the first dirty visual novels I played on Newgrounds clone sites, where nobody knew how to write women but somehow you still got hooked on their shitty little lives. Same energy here, just more focused on one wife slowly letting the world fuck her while pretending it’s still her plan.

Conrad starts as this kinda average guy who just wants to sell clothes and maybe touch some tits in peace, and the game immediately laughs at that idea. It throws him into this weird mix of family drama, horny tension and lowkey spooky shit hiding behind cute outfits. You play from his head, and it is a mess in there in a good way. One moment he is talking about fabrics and color palettes for the new store logo, next moment he is staring at his sister’s ass while she leans over the counter and he tries to pretend he cares about invoices. The game really leans on that “I should not want this, but I really, really do” incest vibe. She walks around the house in tiny tops, there is this one scene where she asks him to help measure her waist for some new stock and the tape just “accidentally” slides under her boobs. As a SFX addict, I went straight to listen for the tiny details and the way they put this little fabric rustle when her shirt lifts and that soft wet swallow when he tries to calm himself, that stuff is way more erotic than half of the moans later.

The possession angle is what makes it feel less like just another “hey sis, suck me” mobile thing. Conrad starts having this presence in his head that does not always talk, but it kind of pushes him. There is a moment in the shop basement, he is alone with his sister, arguing about a late delivery, and suddenly you get this choice to “relax” your control. You click it, the screen tint goes darker, and his hand just moves on its own and grabs her hip, fingers digging into her skin. She gasps, you hear that sharp inhale in your headphones, the little shaky breath after, and she doesn’t pull away right away. That pause is filthy. The possession makes all those groping scenes feel half innocent, half “I totally meant that”. Sometimes he resists and you get a sweet handjob scene where she is the one comforting him because he is “stressed”, sometimes you let the demon inside or whatever control him and suddenly that same scene goes way rougher, more like he pins her wrist and forces her to keep stroking. The wet sound design there is honestly illegal, I had to turn my phone volume down on the subway since it sounded like I had Pornhub autoplay in my pocket.

It is also kinda funny how the game pretends to be about a clothing store and fantasy destiny and all that, but the most intense moments are in small places. Him under the sewing table while she is on a phone call, her bare feet brushing his thigh, and that option to let the “force” slip into her instead. When that happens, her voice changes just a bit, like this softer, breathier tone, and she starts talking nastier without even noticing, twisting her words about “stock” and “orders” so it sounds like she is talking about cocks and orgasms. If you push it, you can jump full into possession and ride her body like a stolen car, taking control while Conrad watches from the back of his own skull. That leads to some really fucked up blowjob scenes where her eyes are empty but her mouth works like a pro, and the slurping audio is honestly disgusting and hot at the same time. I give this thing my very serious “Best Use of Demons To Justify Wanting To Fuck Your Sister” award. It is rough around the edges, some lines feel like Google Translate had a hangover, but maybe that is why it stuck with me. The world is kind of soft fantasy, but what really lives in my brain is that quiet moment when she whispers “big brother” and you can’t tell if it is really her or the thing inside. I wish there was less UI clicking for simple actions, but whatever, my thumb survived.

You wake up broke, pissed off at life, no future, no pride, just this huge hole in your chest where your old world used to be. And instead of a therapist or some motivational TED talk, you get a hot, cocky voice living rent free inside your skull. She sounds like the kind of woman who would ruin you at a bar and then sit on your face as a “sorry.” She keeps teasing you, telling you she can fix everything, drag you from total loser to guy who has a bed full of greedy hips and heavy tits and girls who actually beg you to cum inside. Not in a “maybe someday” way. In a “shut up and trust me, you’ll knock them all up if you listen” way. It feels like the game really wants you to lean into being selfish, horny and kind of broken, and it doesn’t judge you for it. She pushes you toward the MILF who hides her loneliness behind a fake calm smile, the younger girls who pretend they don’t want you but watch your hands a bit too long, the one with the ass that jiggles like it’s got its own gravity. Every conversation is this mix of teasing and filth, and it always feels like you’re two choices away from someone moaning your name into a pillow.

The sex is not shy at all. When the clothes finally come off, the camera loves big asses and big tits like a religion. The girls move, they gasp, they ride, they swallow, and the game lets you see their bodies from angles that feel almost too intimate, like you shouldn’t be allowed to stare this long. Pussy gets stuffed, throats get used, cum drips, bellies swell. Pregnancy is not just a random checkbox in a menu, it becomes part of the fantasy. You finish raw, there is that beat of “fuck, what did I do,” and then the game doubles down and makes you enjoy the idea that you just planted your seed in her. There is a lot of family-heat too, that forbidden, brain-melting incest vibe that makes you feel dirty and turned on at the same time, like watching something you absolutely should not. The harem angle is strong: girls orbit around you, they want you, fight for your attention, get jealous, share you anyway. And even while the story keeps pretending it’s about fixing your life and emotions and trauma and all that, it always ends up circling back to you with a handful of soft hair in your fist, a body bouncing on your cock, a mouth around you, or a woman pressed under you whispering “inside” while the voice in your head just laughs and tells you to give her everything.

Jeremiah thinks his life finally starts to look less pathetic, he’s got this tall busty Freya hanging on his arm, ass that fills the whole phone screen, they fuck, they cuddle, he actually plans to be a semi-responsible adult for once. Then some cracked old wizard-looking geezer pops up, spits a curse, and suddenly your dick stats are in the negative. Not “haha funny shrink” but straight up humiliation level, like those porn ads you pretend you don’t see on Chrome. The whole game spins around that hit to his ego and this sick mission list the old man gives you. Ten missions. Fail or drag too long and there’s a “predator” orbiting around Freya, just waiting for you to fumble. You feel that pressure with every tap, like your cock is on a timer you can’t see, and the game keeps poking at your paranoia. You fix one mess, and instantly your brain starts going, “yeah but what if some hung dude is balls-deep in her right now while you swipe menus like an idiot?”

The dirty part isn’t just the sex itself, it’s how it plays with what’s going on in Jeremiah’s head. The corruption is slow, more teasing than splashy at first. Freya starts with this goofy loyal energy, sending you sexy pics, flashing those huge tits, joking about you “making up for size with effort” and all that. Then the situation tightens. She’s at the gym with some black trainer who looks like he was built in a lab, or at a club, or “going out with friends,” and your imagination scenes kick in. You’re there scrolling, clicking through choices, and it suddenly slams into these mental images of her riding something way bigger than what you’re packing now, moaning in ways she never did with you. Some are just her getting groped in a crowd, ass grabbed in the bus, hand “accidentally” on some dude’s bulge. Some are full-on interracial pounding with cum dripping down her thighs while Jeremiah sits on the side, jerking off and hating himself. The game tells you it’s “only in his mind,” but you know how that goes in NTR. Brain goes first, pussy follows.

What I actually liked is how the missions push you into nasty spots on purpose. You want to keep your points low to avoid the worst outcome, but to reach that you still need to let shit happen. It’s that classic “pick how badly you lose” loop you see in these games. Maybe you send her out in a tiny top to distract a guard and suddenly there’s a scene of her flashing her tits, laughing while some random guy takes snapshots. Maybe she needs money and you agree to “a little harmless flirting,” and it turns into a handjob in some backroom while she tells herself it’s only this once. Sometimes it cuts back to Jeremiah, tiny dick in hand, trying to masturbate to his own girl getting used like a slut, and you can choose if he hates it or leans into the kink. Doesn’t matter, the old bastard who cursed you is always there in the background, watching your progress like a troll dev reading comments on F95. The mobile format makes it worse, by the way. Sitting there with one hand on the phone, thumb tapping “Next,” other hand slipping down when Freya starts masturbating on cam for “somebody,” and you can’t even be sure that somebody is you anymore. It’s horny, it’s mean, it’s funny in that dark “haha I’m totally not into this, I swear” way, and half the time you’ll close the app and still keep thinking about whether her last “I love you” text was sent with another guy’s cum drying on her tits.