Being a god’s plaything sounds hot until you realize the goddess is basically a horny streamer watching your life like it’s her favorite slow-burn porn series. That’s the vibe here: some immortal lifebringer chick gets bored, pokes one unlucky guy on a random modern planet, and suddenly his “I got kicked out of home, need a couch” drama turns into living in a magical porn hub disguised as a normal town. You start as this regular dude crashing at Katie’s place, pretending you’ll look for a job or be responsible or something, and then the game just quietly goes: “What if your boring life had monster girls, futa surprises, and moms who don’t know what the word ‘boundaries’ means?” It’s that kind of corruption, but slow and comfy, like when you say “only one more scene” and then realize you’re trying to get a demon girl pregnant because the goddess in the sky might clap for you.

The sandbox style is where it gets fun and annoying at same time. You just click around the city, different places, different times, poking events until something sexy explodes. One moment you’re doing a casual handjob scene in a cramped bathroom, staring at the cheap tiles more than her face, next moment you unlock a full-on multiple penetration fantasy that looks like some divine hentai artist took over your browser. There’s this one voyeur moment at Katie’s home that really hit us: MC peeking through a door crack, thinking he’s being sneaky, watching her masturbate with a toy she swore she “never uses,” and then the camera angle shifts so you see the goddess watching that same scene like she’s on her couch with popcorn. It’s twisted but in a funny way, like someone added a horny Twitch chat to your porn. The 3D-style characters actually look like people who sweat, jiggle, and get embarrassed when you catch them half naked. Or naked. Or on the sidewalk pretending they’re not doing exhibitionism at all. We had one futa encounter that went from romantic “let me hold you” to “okay that cock is actually bigger than mine, excuse me?” so fast it felt like a jump scare, in a good way. The pregnancy and transformation stuff sneaks up too: early on it’s just teasing, later you’re handling body swaps and milfy bellies and trying to remember who had which tits before magic happened. We kept complaining that the footjob stuff always triggers in the ugliest room of the house and never in the nice locations, and yeah, it still bothers us for some reason. But then you get a scene where the MC takes control, goes full male dom on a monster girl who was teasing him all week, and she ends up on her knees, drooling on his shaft while traffic passes outside the window and the goddess zooms in like “yup, archive that.” The pacing is weird, the romance moments are accidentally sweet then immediately ruined by anal, and half the time you’re just grinding time slots on your phone like it’s Candy Crush with tits, but the world slowly fills with lovers, pets, dommes, swinging couples, and that feeling that your whole harem is basically a cosmic toy box for a bored divine pervert watching from above and hoping you fuck up in the hottest possible way.

The Warrior of Light is fucked up in the head and the body, in the best way. You start not as some fresh rookie, but as a hero who already burned through all the epic bullshit and paid for it. Your power runs on feelings, and you basically overdosed on emotions. So now the plot is simple and kinda genius: to get your strength back, you need therapy that is not really therapy, more like “let’s weaponize affection, horniness and cuddling” while you crawl through this weird mix of parody fantasy and horny sandbox. It feels like someone read the source material with one hand and a grin, then asked: “ok but what if all the bonding scenes actually went where the fanfics always wanted them to go?”

You hop around locations like a point and click pervert, poking at things, pestering girls and guys, flirting with monster cuties that really should not be that adorable. One moment you chill with a smug mage who keeps teasing you about “purely magical research”, next moment a towering monster girl is talking about eating you and you are not sure if she means your soul or your cock. The game lets you play both as the big-name hero and, in some scenes, slide into a female POV who is just as horny and just as messy. Lesbian moments don’t feel like they were slapped in for a tag checklist, you actually get that slow, stupid build: hands brushing, a joke that goes too far, a dare, then suddenly you are between her thighs and she is trying not to be too loud and failing. There is gay content too where your so-called “bro” from past battles suddenly remembers how intense your bond is and decides the best way to help you recover is to jerk you off while talking about old campaigns like it's totally normal. Straight stuff, anal, oral, soft romance, nasty power play, it is all there, but mixed so casual it almost feels like hanging out with old party members who just stopped pretending.

In between all this sex comedy, the game still remembers it is an RPG. There is turn based combat that looks kind of silly for someone who already saved the world, because sometimes you are fighting with your dick basically on cooldown. Skills fueled by emotions mean a blowjob scene can literally make you stronger in the next fight, which is extremely stupid and somehow perfect. You’ll be doing little “therapy sessions” where a lover slowly jerks you off while asking about your trauma, and then the UI happily shows your stats going up as you moan through it. The humor is half shitpost, half affectionate roast of the original story: characters misquote dramatic lines while riding you, someone tries to give a heartfelt speech and keeps getting interrupted by your hand on their ass. It is rough in places, not every joke lands, sometimes the sandbox pacing goes weird and you are stuck clicking through flirting when you just want to get railed, but that unpolished feeling makes it more like a horny fan project that grew too big and never learned how to behave. One scene you’re carefully romancing a shy girl, whispering sweet nothings while you lick her, next scene a smug dragon girl is using your face like a chair and calling it “treatment” for your emotional overload. It should not work. It kind of does.

Truck-kun strikes again and this poor shut-in kid wakes up in what feels like some horny MMO server that forgot to implement shame. The start is kind of funny, he’s just confused, staring at this fantasy city where every alley smells like sex and magic, and you can almost hear the goddess going “yeah, you’ll figure it out, good luck, idiot.” I went in thinking classic loser-isekai with big boobs slapped on top, but it actually leans hard into that “you are prey here” feeling. First time you wander near the red light area and see a fluffy fox girl arguing with a slime prostitute about who stole whose client, it hits you this place runs on lust as normal currency. The voyeur stuff kicks in fast too: there’s a scene where you peek through shuttered windows and catch a centaur girl milking a cow-girl, swapping buckets, both laughing, and you can just keep watching them get more handsy while the MC gets painfully hard and does nothing about it. Or you can interrupt like a creep and change the whole vibe. Totally didn’t reload that twice. Nope.

What surprised me is how the game keeps throwing you into situations where your dick is negotiating with your sense of self. The succubus you chase at the beginning feels like “main heroine” at first, she’s all teasing smiles and fake kindness, but later you realize she is farming you like a battery. The first time she pins you down, riding you while tentacles hold your wrists and ankles, dripping some glowing stuff on your chest that slowly changes your body, it’s hot and really unpleasant at the same time. There’s this detail where she makes you drink from her, and you see your own chest twitch like it wants to grow, then stops. It’s such a tiny thing, but it sells that you are one wrong choice away from full transformation. Then later a cow-horned brothel madam offers you a “job” where you can either fuck clients or be fucked by them, including some very pushy monster girls who pay extra to drain you dry. The prostitution angle is weirdly casual: NPCs talk about it like normal work, while you’re standing there half-naked in a collar, wondering why the hell this contract asks if you are okay with lactation scenes. There’s a repeatable event where a spider girl uses you as her personal toy, dangling you over a nest and milking you into jars, and the game treats it like just another shift. It’s messed up. I loved it. I hated it. I kept coming back to try different paths like some degenerate speedrunner, all while listening to old YMCK tracks in another tab and thinking, yeah, this is absolutely not how my childhood idea of “fantasy world” looked.

I didn’t expect the opening scene to slap that hard. You’re just standing there, half-broken hull around you, half-naked angel girl trying to look dignified while her collar blinks red every few seconds like some sick metronome. The captain walks in, voice like a bad radio signal, and you already know he’s going to be trouble. He touches her shoulder and - bam - your gut twists, not from shock, but from that weird cocktail of jealousy and arousal that this game keeps feeding you. It’s dirty, but not in the lazy way. The camera lingers too long, like it’s daring you to blink first. I didn’t. The whole thing plays out like someone’s fever dream of power and guilt and skin. Makes you feel complicit, which I kinda like. Some games treat voyeurism like a kink checkbox; this one makes it feel like a confession.

Then there’s that sequence in the maintenance bay - god, the lighting there. Blue flicker off the coolant pipes, the hum of half-dead machinery, and she’s there again, pretending not to notice you. The teasing is mean, but not cartoonishly so. She leans over, the slave tag glinting on her neck, and you can almost smell the metal. I won’t say the animation’s perfect - it isn’t - but it stumbles in a way that feels almost human. The moans don’t line up sometimes, and that somehow makes it better. You start thinking about the morality system that never really punishes you enough, about how the captain’s wives don’t even care you’re stealing glances, and then suddenly there’s a flashback about the fall of the Geniorcracy and I kind of stop caring about lore entirely. Maybe it matters, maybe not. What kept me there was that slow burn humiliation mixed with tenderness, like someone whispering “you’re disgusting” but softly.

Anyway, the soundtrack’s too clean, too polished - like it doesn’t belong in that filth. And I swear one of the sound cues is stolen from some old dating sim on Nutaku. Doesn’t matter. By the time the angel finally looks you in the eye, you’ve already forgotten what you were supposed to be doing.

This one feels like somebody mashed a horny New Year party, a half broken fitness app, and a weird monster-girl dating sim together, forgot to clean it up, then quietly pushed it online. In a good way. Mostly. You start as this muscle obsessed dude hanging around a gym that has no right to be this full of monster girls with big soft everything. The dev calls it a “special episode” and it really does feel like that. Not a full new game, more like that one extra Christmas OVA that nobody asked for but everybody secretly watches twice. You already know the rhythm: male protagonist, training, flirting, bad decisions. Except here the gym is dressed up for Xmas and New Year at the same time, fairy lights over squat racks, mistletoe near the punching bags, huge fluffy tails brushing past weight benches while you try not to stare at bouncing tits. You fail.

What surprised me was how much of it is just… wandering. Not boring wandering, more like messy sandbox energy. You move around the gym, locker rooms, some side rooms that look more like fantasy tavern than sport center. Talk, pick scenes, poke at stuff. Sometimes you get romance vibes, sometimes it is just straight up “shut up and fuck me against the leg press” energy. The 2D art is classic horny-cg style, but the girls have that “I’m a monster but still soft and warm and extremely huggable” thing. Big asses, big tits, big ears, sometimes horns, sometimes fur on places where clothes ride up when they really should not. There is this one dinner event that should be simple, just New Year dinner with one of the girls, and the game absolutely refuses to let it be wholesome. Candlelight, muscles in tight shirt, huge boob window across the table, tail sneaking around your legs like it has its own kinks. You get dialog choices that pretend to be romantic, but both results still end with you getting dragged somewhere more private. I complained to myself about a typo in one of the lines and then completely forgot because the next cg had her thighs wrapped around my face. Priorities are weird.

What makes it feel slightly cursed in a charming way is how the “sport” and “gym” part never fully disappears, even when things get really filthy. You are getting a blowjob in the shower, and in the background there is still a poster explaining correct squat form. One furry muscle girl makes you “spot” her while she benches, except the spotting is just an excuse to watch her pecs and tits press up, sweat running between them, then she catches you looking and it snaps into a sex scene that escalates faster than a horny Discord server. It pretends to be a bit of rpg too, with some light choices and stats popping here and there, but it feels more like flavor than a real system. Honestly I wish the AI cg stuff reacted more to your choices, but it just will not. You get what you get: buff dude, thick monster girls, festive lights, ridiculous romance, and sex everywhere from equipment room to half finished New Year stage with broken fairy lights. I was going to say the opening scene sets expectations perfectly, then I remembered it just throws you in front of a sweaty lamia girl in a sports bra with zero context and somehow that is even better. Not elegant, not clean, just horny fantasy gym energy turned into a holiday episode that smells like cheap tinsel and sex.

Etlina's Principle looks like one of those games that pretends to be a serious sci fi story, but then five minutes later you’re balls-deep in a slime girl that just tried to kill you. In a good way. You start as this guy in a fucked-up militarized city, everything shiny, wet and wrong, like someone melted a factory over a forest. The symbiote thing is not just flavor text. Your “living suit” literally hugs your skin, reacts when you stare too long at some monster girl hips, and quietly pushes you toward horny decisions while pretending to be “tactical support”. You click around, point at some ruined alley or organic-looking door, and every time you think “ok, normal route”, the game slides in some corrupt little twist. Basic patrol? Suddenly you’re wrestling tentacles on a half-organic staircase while your suit whispers how much better it would feel if you just stop resisting and let them inside. And you can. Of course you can. Sometimes it feels like the dev sat with a notepad that said “how much can I mix graphic violence and sex before someone calls a therapist” and then just kept going, because it’s not shy at all: one room has bodies half fused into the walls, oozing black slime, and right after that you get a shy slime girl offering to heal your wounds with “full contact” and that healing is absolutely not PG. She pulls you in, your character’s mouth opens slightly, the suit tightens, there’s this sick mix of panic and arousal, and you end up fucking a girl whose body ripples around your cock like warm jelly. And the worst part is, it feels earned because you actually solved a little navigation puzzle to reach her, so your brain goes “reward unlocked” like it was Steam, while your dick already pressed Alt+Enter.

The point and click stuff is simple but sneaky. You think you’re just searching for ammo or lore, then you click on some pulsating growth on the wall and boom, now it’s a living corridor that closes behind you, dripping, and you realize you triggered a corruption path. You still get choices, VN style, but they’re often like: “shoot the monster girl” or “let her pin you and maybe suck your soul through your cock”. You try to be the good soldier, member of this HOWL squad, keeping humanity safe, then a corrupted girl with half-mask latex face straddles you and suddenly “humanity” feels very abstract. Tentacles here are not just background props either; they function as navigation, trap, and sex toy at the same time. You fall in a pit, slime tendrils grab your wrists and ankles, the suit tries to harden to protect you, fails on purpose, and then the game slowly describes how one slick tendril slides under the living armor and nudges your shaft, while another teases between your legs and you realize the encounter gives you a permanent symbiote buff if you let it continue. It’s smart, annoying and hot. I like how the city feels like a giant living dungeon, all this dystopian crap and nervous military chatter on the radio, then you turn a corner and meet a monster girl with bright eyes who talks like a horny Discord roleplayer and still manages to be scary when she opens her chest and you see teeth where boobs should be. The only thing that bothered me was this tiny UI click sound that feels like Windows XP and does not fit at all with wet latex apocalypse, and it never changes. And while the violence gets really rough sometimes, with ripped bodies and messy transformations, the game still keeps pushing you back into vaginal sex scenes like that’s the “normal” part, as if getting shoved into a slime nest and slowly corrupted into something not fully human is just another Monday. Somewhere in the middle you stop asking “is he still the same man” and more ask “ok but what happens if I let the symbiote fully take control during the next boss fight and sex scene combo”, because the line between battle and fucking gets thinner every click.

This fantasy romp throws you straight into the deep end - you wake up in some demon lord's castle with zero explanation and a very real threat of getting murdered if you step out of line. The premise sounds terrifying until you realize you're basically living in a supernatural harem situation. Your captor might be temperamental and deadly, but hey, at least the other prisoners are gorgeous monster girls who apparently have nothing better to do than chat you up.

The 3D animations are surprisingly smooth when things get steamy, and trust me, they do get steamy. Each demon girl has her own personality quirks and backstory that actually matter - not just cookie-cutter "I'm horny" dialogue. One minute you're having a philosophical discussion about imprisonment, the next you're getting a handjob from a succubus who's genuinely curious about human anatomy. The contrast is jarring but somehow works. What doesn't work is how the male protagonist occasionally sounds like he wandered in from a completely different game, spouting generic hentai lines that clash with the otherwise decent writing.

The castle exploration feels pointless though - you can wander around all you want, but there's really only a handful of rooms that matter. I kept expecting some kind of escape plot or deeper mystery about why you're there, but nope, it's just "talk to demon girls, get sexual favors, repeat." Not that I'm complaining about the sexual content itself - the big-titted demon designs are genuinely creative, mixing traditional succubus elements with more exotic monster features. The handjob scenes have actual technique variety instead of the usual repetitive motions. Still wish there was more plot substance beyond "don't anger the boss lady while you fuck her subordinates." But sometimes simple works.

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.

Daybreak Nightbreak feels like somebody mashed together a horny Mass Effect, a janky management sim and a corruption hentai manga they hid under the mattress. The city of Chios looks normal at first, just your standard modern place where rent is too high and people pretend to be fine, and then you realise there is a whole mirror version of it lurking on the other side, full of cults, monster girls and people who really, really should not be kneeling and calling you “my lord” with their tits out. You start as this kinda awkward guy, a bit of a late bloomer vibe, virgin energy all over him, who accidentally ends up infused with a power that basically turns “building a fanclub” into “building a sex cult”. It sounds stupid, and yeah, sometimes it really is, in the best way. One moment you are doing accounting in a tiny office, trying not to go bankrupt because some megacorp is crushing your small business, and ten minutes later you are in a dark alley, whispering corrupt little “prayers” into a married woman’s ear while her husband is a room away. And of course she’s got her panties soaked and her ahegao face out in about three dialogue choices.

I like how the game pretends to be about “big decisions” and then your biggest decision turns out to be something like: Do I use mind control to slowly twist this shy college girl into an exhibitionist cosplay slut, or do I turn the local milf head of department into my personal worshipping toy first. The sandbox part hits hard because you just wander around town and keep tripping over new scenes. There’s this goblin girl in the other dimension with ridiculous hips and an ass that moves like it has its own gravity well, and the first time you get her on your lap, she’s grinding in your office chair while asking nervously if “humans really fill girls up that much.” Of course the game gives you the option to breed her stupid with a creampie that drips down her thighs. The animations are rough sometimes, like two dolls humping, but when she’s bouncing, tongue out, drool on her tits and eyes rolled back, you kind of stop caring. Actually, you never cared. And the striptease scenes? There’s this one where a normally classy businesswoman you’ve been carefully corrupting does a half-drunk lapdance for you in a cheap karaoke bar, slowly peeling off her blazer and bra, trying to keep her dignity as she ends up riding your hand under the table, whispering “I’m cheating, I’m so bad” while you finger her until she squirts on the seat. The game just leaves the mess there, no comment.

The corruption feels deliciously slow when it wants to. That college subplot where you go back to campus hits like a twisted nostalgia trip. You start out helping a stressed student with her grades, totally innocent tutoring, then “accidentally” using your power to make her respond a bit too strongly to your touch. Next visit she’s sucking you off in an empty classroom, knees on the cold floor, big doe eyes looking up, lipstick smeared, trying to swallow all of it like she’s cramming for finals. And later you drag her into this stupid cosplay event in the other dimension, make her dress as a bunny girl in front of a small crowd of your followers, and she ends up flashing her pussy to them, moaning while they chant your name like some horny church. It is weirdly romantic too sometimes, buried under all the filth. You can build actual relationships, have soft moments in between the handjobs and public sex. Sitting with a milf on a rooftop, talking about her failed marriage, then quietly sliding your hand under her skirt while she leans on your shoulder, torn between guilt and arousal, might be one of those little scenes that stick. But yeah, then fifteen minutes later you’re using mind control to make her bend over a balcony, tits hanging out, while half the city could technically see you pound her from behind and fill her with a thick creampie she can’t stop leaking. The game swings between “Yakuza-style side story” and “hardcore hentai brainrot” so fast it feels wrong, and that’s kind of why I couldn’t stop clicking.

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.