This thing feels like someone grabbed your Steam library while drunk, smashed it together with Pornhub search history and then just said “yeah, that’s a universe now”. You start as this regular dude who absolutely should not be trusted with a portal-hopping device, and suddenly you are peeking into all these twisted versions of familiar worlds. One minute you are watching a redhead archer who is very obviously not Aloy grind her hips on some ancient machine while you are crouched in the bushes like a horny raccoon, next moment you jump to a rainy hellhole that smells like Silent Hill and Resident Evil had a baby, and Lady D is sitting on a throne with her thighs open, lazy as fuck, letting you worship her feet before she even looks at your face. The game does not even pretend to be subtle. It is like “here, you wanted Ellie with a knife and a dirty mouth, and you wanted to see if she kisses girls as aggressively as she stabs clickers? Cool, have a scene where she is shoving some punk girl against a wall, french kissing her while you watch from a half-broken window, hand in your pants, too scared to breathe because she almost catches you.”

The fun is how the game keeps throwing fanservice you did not know you wanted. Jinx is here, of course she is, wired on some shimmer knockoff, riding a dildo fixed to an old Zaun pipe and laughing like a maniac while you sneak under the catwalk to get a better angle on her dripping pussy. There is this whole cyberpunk city shard where Judy and Panam and Meredith all exist at the same time, like some weird mod that never got patched, and you get dragged into this fucked up NTR setup where your character gets to spy on Panam cheating on you with a chrome dom guy while Judy is under the table, licking Panam’s clit like it is some religious duty. You can join in, or you can just sit there and be a cuck voyeur, watching her swallow his dick on her knees while Panam moans your name by accident. The writing goes from funny to cruel in half a scene, like there is a Mass Effect corner where Miranda is using you like a toy, guiding your tongue over her ass, forcing you to rim her in an elevator, and then on the next jump you land in a cold Metro tunnel where Snezhana is giving some dirty, fast blowjob to survive and you kind of feel bad about how turned on you are.

Not everything hits right. There is a Game of Thrones cluster with Sansa, Arya, Cersei and Margaery, and it almost feels like the dev just dumped all their incest porn folder there and called it a day. One scene has Cersei sitting on the edge of a bed, her foot pressed on your chest, making you lick between her toes while she makes Sansa kneel and eat her out from behind, slow and obedient, like a trained dog, and it is hot, but then it cuts away way too soon and suddenly you are in some Tomb Raider ruin watching Lara and Kassandra compete who can make you cum faster with their mouth, and you never get closure on that foot thing. Same with Baldur’s Gate girls, like Shadowheart and Lae’zel and that green disaster Lae’zel’s friend whose name I always forget. One moment you are buried between Shadowheart’s thighs, tongue deep in her pussy, her hand on your hair pushing you to lick her ass too, soft little whines in your ear, and then the game just shoves you through another portal into some cursed TV zone that is basically The Ring with tits. Still, every now and then it nails that perfect mix of naughty fanfic and actual kink. Liara and Miranda double-teaming you, one riding your face while the other rides your cock, your hand tangled in blue skin and black hair, your vision all sweat and pussy. Lizzy Wizzy doing this weird chrome striptease before letting you jerk off on her feet. A lesbian alley scene with Zoe and Clementine lookalikes where they think no one sees them, kissing, giggling, fingers slipping into panties while rain hits the trash cans around them. Some parts feel rushed, some parts feel like the dev had one hand on the keyboard and one on their dick, but there is this stupid charm in how messy and raw it all is, like a huge crossover fanfic that forgot to be safe for work and never tried to fix itself.

Lily’s manor feels like someone took a fantasy hentai doujin, shook it too hard, and then let everything spill out all over an RPG map. You’re not some shy self-insert loser here, you’re a futa mistress walking around with way too much power, way too much dick, and a house full of maids who basically signed away their dignity the moment they put on the uniform. It actually keeps that “Futanari-sama and her maids” vibe pretty close, just less polished, like the panels got stretched into scenes and nobody bothered to iron the weird bits. One second you’re in a cozy maid hallway chatting about tea, next second you’ve got one of them on her knees, drooling on your shaft, trying not to choke while her eyes roll up. The game doesn’t build up slowly, it just pokes you like “hey, want to titfuck the busty head maid or go bully the shy virgin one first?” and if you’re like me, you just click both and see what breaks.

The manor management side is kind of funny because it pretends to be serious. You’re assigning maids to jobs, tweaking schedules, managing “corruption” like it’s some office KPI, but the real goal is just turning your whole staff into a horny, broken harem. You send one maid to “pray” in the chapel, and three scenes later she’s getting railed in front of a holy statue, creampie dripping out while she moans about religion and sin. There’s this nice stupid contrast: official-looking menus, and then you press confirm and boom, lesbian scene on the sofa, maid riding another maid’s face while you stand there stroking yourself and deciding who you’re going to fuck after. And mixed in that, out of nowhere, you get those darker corruption bits: non-consensual stuff, harassment that doesn’t pretend to be “mild,” maids pinned against walls, forced oral, internal shots of cum flooding them while they’re crying and clinging to you. It follows the source pretty well on that “worship the mistress whether you like it or not” tone, though some scenes feel rushed, like the build-up pages are missing and you jump straight to the money shot.

Then there’s the dungeon stuff, which feels like the author remembered halfway “oh right, this is an RPG.” Turn based fights, monster girls, weird transformations when you push certain routes too far. You’re smacking slime girls around, then suddenly they’re riding you instead, bouncing those big tits in a looping animation while your HP bar is screaming and you’re just like yeah, this is fine. Sometimes the game throws in a trap or futa enemy and it goes full group mess: everyone jerking each other off, milfs in the party getting sandwiched, you blasting a load inside someone, getting a creamy internal view, and then casually looting a sex toy from the chest after. The corruption carries into combat too, so characters you kept “pure” can end up totally ruined, and you actually feel it when the virgin maid who used to blush just from handholding is suddenly begging for anal or grabbing a monster girl’s horns to force her deeper during oral. The pacing is kind of all over the place, a bit like reading the manga in random order, but that messy energy actually suits it. Some scenes try to be funny and land, like a maid trying to “professionally” report daily tasks while you’re fucking her from behind, her glasses fogging up. Other times the humor falls flat and you’re just clicking through dialogue to get back to the next creampie or harem scene. Still, that constant swing between silly, cute, cruel, and outright filthy is weirdly addictive. It feels less like a polished VN and more like the horny draft version that accidentally got released, which, for this kind of fantasy, kinda works better anyway.

Two idiots in love, tiny apartment, rent due, and way too much skin on screen. That’s pretty much the mood here. The game throws you right into their new place without long intro, and suddenly you’re watching this girl who is horny basically by default and this guy who still thinks “true love” survives everything. He feels like the type who apologizes when someone else steps on his foot. Not even kidding. At first it looks like a regular couple sim, you pick outfits, choose if you kiss her goodnight or go for a quick blowjob, that kind of thing. Then you start realizing the choices aren’t just “lust or no lust”, they twist how they look at each other. One click and she’s cuddly and sweet, next click she’s flirting a bit too long with some dude while your POV is just standing there pretending not to stare at her ass in that tight dress.

The nice part is you actually jump between their heads. One scene you’re the guy, trying not to freak out while a “friend” is clearly checking out your girl’s huge ass. Then camera flips and you’re her, thinking something like “if I lean a bit more, he stares harder”, and the game just lets that thought sit there. No big drama, just this slow rot feeling that later turns into full-on corruption if you keep nudging her that way. There’s a moment where she’s in the bathroom, half naked, and you can basically choose if she closes the door or leaves it open a little so the boyfriend might see her in the mirror. That one tiny choice made me laugh because it feels like nothing, but five scenes later you’re watching her doing a footjob under the table while he’s still talking about “trust in relationship”.

Sex scenes go from kinda sweet to “oh ok we’re doing this now” very fast. One day it’s normal vaginal, soft lighting, him on top, all romantic. Next route you push, suddenly she’s on her knees, spit on her chin, taking oral like she wants the money more than the man. And yeah, the game really likes closeups, especially on her ass and mouth. It doesn’t hide the voyeur vibe either. Sometimes you’re literally stuck watching stuff from behind a door crack or from across the room, helpless, like a cuck camera. I had that weird moment where as the boyfriend I was begging in dialogue not to lose her, then ten minutes later as the girl I clicked the option to “see what happens” with another woman on the couch. Soft lesbian stuff at first, slow kissing and touching, then her getting groped while the TV runs some boring show in the background. It almost feels worse when it’s casual like that, because it’s not a big event, it’s just “this happens now”.

The corruption path for her is actually kind of funny sometimes. She’ll say she’s doing something “just for fun”, then suddenly she’s outside, barely dressed, drunk on the attention, basically exhibitionist mode. There’s a balcony scene where she knows people can see her from the street and you’re choosing if she pulls her top back up or lets a stranger’s stare linger while she pretends not to notice. I kept pausing that one and taking censored screenshots for my own collection, then realizing there’s no way to actually censor half of what’s going on without turning the whole shot into a mosaic. On the flip side, the boyfriend’s route into being more submissive creeps in scene by scene. At first he just gives in to what she wants, later he’s literally standing in the same room while things happen that clearly break him, and the game kind of shrugs like “well, you clicked it.” There’s some clunky animations here and there, tits clipping a bit when she grinds on his lap, and one oral loop that repeats so exact it made me open Twitter out of boredom, but then the next scene hits and it’s hot again so I forgot I was annoyed. Choices feel important until you realize you’re chasing specific kinks more than “good outcome”, and at some point I was clearly aiming for the ntr stuff even while pretending to care about his feelings in dialogue. Guess that says more about me than about the game.

Tifa in a dirty Asgar back alley is honestly one of those ideas that sounds like a shitpost you see on Twitter, then you actually click and suddenly you are sitting there, pants half down, thinking about ethics. The game throws you into this narrow, trashy street corner where Tifa’s “chance encounter” is not really chance at all, it feels more like the city itself is horny and bored and wants to see what happens if you poke her morality with a stick. You move around with simple point & click stuff, nothing fancy, but the way it uses that simplicity is what stuck with me. Clicking a trash can to see if there is something useful in there, then realizing the thing you find is not an item, but a decision that will push her closer to being a public slut or staying that slightly sad “good girl who knows better” is weirdly heavy. At one moment I was carefully choosing polite dialogue, trying to keep her dignity, and five minutes later I was letting her bend over near a flickering neon sign while some random nobody jerked off watching her and the game treated it like a natural escalation, not a sudden “corruption level 100” jump. It creeps up on you. You think you still control the line, and then a new option appears like “maybe flash your tits, nobody will notice,” and of course the whole alley notices.

What really messes with your head is how it uses those AI CG images. Most AI porn games feel like a Frankenstein of mismatched faces and extra fingers, but here the Tifa knockoff is close enough to tick the nostalgia brain, and different enough you start reading her like an alternate universe version. Her boobs are weaponized, obviously, but not only in the “big tits for clickbait” way. You get a scene where she is cornered near a broken streetlight, and two dudes are arguing over who gets to “check if she is really as soft as she looks,” and the camera shifts between her embarrassed face and that tight top about to give up on physics. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are participating in a stupid social experiment about how many times you will click “let them touch a bit more” before you feel like trash. Then the game throws Aerith into the mix and suddenly there is this weird soft romance flavor sliding under all the sleaze. One path has you focusing on Tifa’s spiral into exhibitionism, letting her discover she actually likes being watched, like properly likes it, moaning louder on purpose because she knows there might be someone behind the window. Another bit switches you over to a male POV, looking at her and Aerith almost like collectibles, and I hated how efficient that perspective is. It makes you treat them as reward screens, then suddenly there is a little tender gesture between them, a kiss that is not just porn logic, and your brain has to adjust: oh, shit, maybe they feel something too. The romance is clumsy but honest, like two thirsty people in a city that only respects power and skin. I wish the UI wasn’t so stiff and some of the dialogue didn’t sound like Google Translate drunk on cheap wine, but in a funny way it fits the whole “morals falling apart in a forgotten alley” vibe. It feels broken in the same way the characters are broken. And yeah, that text choice that moves half a pixel when you hover? I’m still irrationally angry about that.

This one feels like reading someone else’s diary while jerking off and then suddenly realizing the diary belongs to you in ten years. It starts simple: long‑married couple, comfortable routine, sex life not dead but kind of stuck on autopilot. He’s loyal, a bit clueless, she’s loving but bored in ways she doesn’t even want to admit. Then something small goes wrong, she does one “little” thing to fix it, says it’s only this once, and that’s basically where everything goes to shit in the best possible way. The game doesn’t let you drive, it just straps you into her head and you watch her slide from nervous to curious to outright hungry. There’s no real choices, which sounds bad, but it also means the story can just punch straight through to some messed up places without pausing to ask you if you’re okay.

The sex starts very tame, soft kisses, a bit of teasing, playful handjobs that look like she’s still thinking “this is wrong” while her body is saying “just a little more.” Then the guardrail disappears. Voyeur stuff kicks in first, like that moment when she realizes someone’s watching her and instead of covering up she spreads her legs wider. You get slow scenes of her being harassed, the kind of “accidental” groping that stays too long, a dick pressed against her ass in a tight space, that awful hot mix of fear and arousal that the game really leans into. It doesn’t pretend it’s nice. It’s blunt about ***, blackmail, and all the ugly ways someone can use her weak spot against her. One minute she’s being forced to suck a guy off while trying not to cry, next minute she’s grinding on his face and orgasming so hard she forgets why she said no in the first place. The corruption feels like a checklist the dev is ticking off, and I loved that, even while it made me hate the husband for not seeing shit.

Later on it gets crowded. Group scenes where they treat her more like a shared toy than a wife, guys taking turns on her pussy and asshole while she’s pinned down, one dude in her mouth finishing with a messy creampie over her tongue while another finishes inside her raw. There’s this one bit where she’s getting railed from behind, her ass red from spanking, and she’s staring at her own reflection while another woman licks her nipples just to shut her up. That older woman angle is nice too, she’s clearly a milf, body thick and soft in all the right places, tits bouncing in those animated loops when she rides. The lesbian moments aren’t some gentle “girls’ night” either, more like she’s being taught how to be a good slut by someone who’s already too far gone. You get cheating, swinging, NTR all bundled together, and the husband watching, sometimes literally, sometimes just suspecting it, feeling like the last person to get the joke. The most fucked up part is how normal it starts to feel by the end, like yeah of course she’s on her knees again, of course another stranger is unloading inside her with zero condom while she whispers she still loves her family. And she does. That’s what makes it hit harder. The game never asks forgiveness and never gives it. It just keeps pushing until the hole she dug is so deep you can’t even see the sky anymore.

Happily married, nice house, good sex, normal life. On the surface it looks like boring vanilla couple from Instagram. Underneath, both of them are horny as hell and lowkey too curious for their own good. One day it’s just playful teasing on the couch, her sitting on his lap in those tight shorts, his hand sliding under the fabric while some Netflix trash plays in the background. Next time, she is “jokingly” sending a pic in her underwear to that fitness trainer from the gym, and you suddenly realize the game is not about simple husband fucks wife. It is about how far you let them go before everything breaks. Sometimes you control him, sometimes you control her, and sometimes it feels like you control nothing and just watch your own bad decisions catch up, like a slow car crash with big tits and messy creampies.

The nice part is how small it starts. Like, he scrolls through her phone when she is in the shower and sees some messages that are a bit too flirty. You can choose to ignore, confront, or pretend you are “cool” and play the open couple. You think, ok, I’m going for the honest, mature route, good communication and all that Reddit bullshit. Then the game slaps you with a scene where she is bent over the kitchen counter, describing how some stranger at the bar grabbed her ass and how wet it made her. The groping is not just random either, you actually see how her body reacts, how she starts to enjoy the attention, how her eyes change when another guy touches her thigh under the table. There is this one moment on a crowded rooftop party, she stands close to another man, short dress, no panties, your character sits opposite and pretends to laugh with the group. Camera angle shows her hand slowly guiding his fingers higher over her inner thigh while she keeps eye contact with you. You choose if you let it happen, stop it, or get off on watching. It feels like someone mixed voyeur porn, cheating fantasy and that “oh fuck I made a mistake” feeling into a cocktail.

Sex scenes are not shy at all. When she goes down on someone, you see tongue, spit, everything animated, her fingers digging into his thighs, him grabbing her hair. There is standard stuff like oral and vaginal, but it goes into anal and foot job territory pretty quick if you follow the more corrupt path. I actually laughed when she used her foot to stroke some guy’s cock under a restaurant table while talking about vacation plans with her husband, like this weird mix of TripAdvisor and Pornhub in one shot. And it’s not just her being used either. Sometimes she flips, pins him to the bed, rides his face, tells him when he is allowed to come, full femdom mood. In one route, she straddles him in the car, pulls his hands away when he tries to touch her tits, and makes him beg just for a handjob. Later on she lets another man finish inside her and then comes home to her husband with that “innocent” big ass bouncing on his lap, and if you chose the wrong answer before, he has no idea there is still some other guy’s cum inside her. You can get interracial scenes, shared partners, proper swinging situations where everybody pretends it’s just sex, no feelings, while the game quietly keeps track of every look and every tiny jealous reaction. It feels weirdly real at moments, like when he secretly jerks off to a video of her getting railed by someone else, hand shaking, shame and arousal fighting. And then ten minutes later there is a silly scene of her teasing him with her feet while scrolling TikTok, because this game never decides if it wants to ruin your heart or just make your dick hard.

Erik comes back to this private island after a year away and the whole place feels like it’s holding its breath. That is basically the mood of the novel. Sunburnt paradise, empty villa, two twins walking around each other like they’re scared to breathe too hard because one wrong look and they are ready to fuck on the nearest piece of furniture. The story sticks you inside their heads a lot, both him and Lyna, and it hits that awkward horny childhood memory vibe, where you remember things you shouldn’t have stared at, touches that lasted a bit too long, late showers with thin walls. There is no “click this, choose that”, you just sit there and watch the tension grow while they pretend to be normal. It feels slow for a while, almost like the author is teasing you on purpose, with stupidly wholesome things like headpats, soft hugs, holding hands on the couch under some trashy Netflix show. Then there is that first real look, the moment he realizes her ass is not “little sister” anymore, and you can basically hear his brain break in silence. I run NSFW events, I saw people do kink performances in public, and still that quiet bedroom scene with nothing but eye contact and careful breathing felt filthier than a gangbang.

When it starts to go over the line, it really does not bother to pretend it is classy. You get a lot of dirty family talk, like, they lean into the taboo instead of hiding it. She teases him while he is trying to be the responsible one, climbs onto his lap, grinds slow, makes him admit he’s been watching her sleep. There is POV stuff that feels almost too personal, like you are the one between her thighs while she still calls you “bro” and says she shouldn’t like it this much. The game flips between him and her sometimes, and that makes the corruption hit harder, because you see how she talks about being a virgin and in the next chapter she is planning how to get his tongue between her legs without him running away. There is also a lot of focus on small physical kinks: toes on his lips, her foot pressing on his cock while she pretends to watch the waves, her sitting on his face like it’s totally normal. Then their mom Helga is on her way to the villa, and the vibe shifts again. She is not just “MILF appears, dicks out”. She has her own messy thing going on, a controlling presence, a bit of soft female dom energy, and she changes how both twins act. One moment it is this romantic, almost sweet incest bubble, and the next it is him getting jerked off under the table while Helga talks about family values and pregnancy like some twisted sermon. I actually hated one thing: there is a throwaway bit with a phone notification mid-scene, totally killed my rhythm, and then the story never mentions that chat again. It lives rent free in my brain. Still, when the anal and titfuck and all the other stuff finally explode after so much build up, it feels less like porn clips glued together and more like you followed two idiots all the way from “I will just hug you” to “I am going to fill my sister on the same bed we used as kids”. It’s wrong, it’s hot, it’s surprisingly emotional, and it really does not apologize for any of it.

Royal Madness is probably the closest thing to a horny fairytale written by a very drunk court painter who really likes cats with huge tits and smug faces. You’re tossed in as Lewis, bastard ocelot prince, and the world instantly treats your royal blood like a kink rather than a title. It’s not subtle about it. Every rival, every “enemy,” every supposed threat ends up circling one question: are you fucking them into your harem, or are they turning you into their cute little pet instead. The game doesn’t pretend to be noble. It treats power as a sex toy and nobility as an excuse to collar people and re-style their bodies until they match your tastes a bit too perfectly.

What I liked is that the characters aren’t just recolors of the same cat-girl with different boobs. The art actually feels like someone sat there and thought “ok, what if a smug lioness warlord had hips like a fertility statue and armor that only makes sense if her nipples are a political statement.” Sometimes it looks messy, lines a bit shaky, anatomy going off on its own adventure, but that fits the energy. It’s not corporate clean, more like horny sketchbook that got out of control. There is this rhino general, for example, huge chest, scars across the muzzle, and when you win their challenge the magic doesn’t just slap “now they are pretty” filter. No, you literally watch the body warp piece by piece, broad muscles smoothing or sharpening, maybe the tits swelling stupidly big while they gasp halfway between outrage and getting turned on by losing. That slow change hits way harder than a simple “transformation finished” screen.

The actual structure is that loose sandbox style where you hop from one hot mess to another, switching perspective between male and female protagonist when the story feels like it, not when you are ready. One scene you’re Lewis using magic to slowly erode the pride of a tiger knight, teasing him until his cock and even his voice betray how much he wants to kneel. Next time the game flips and you’re playing as one of your own ex-rivals, now loyal, wandering your palace and accidentally starting something filthy with a new intruder who thought they’d be the one on top. That shift is the fun part. You see the same harem from different eyes, sometimes as a conqueror, sometimes as the newest toy, sometimes as the one being “improved” by your own magic. And the kinks slide around too. One route gives you a stacked lion queen that you carefully nudge from terrifying monarch into doting, overprotective mommy dom, then another throws you against a seemingly submissive bunny clerk that ends with you collared, hips reshaped, moaning her name while she tests how flexible ocelot royalty can be when properly “reformed.” Half the time I was cursing at the tiny UI buttons and weird pacing, the other half I was staring at the screen of my phone on the tram, trying not to bite my lip like a complete idiot.

If you really want to squeeze every filthy drop out of it, don’t rush straight to the obvious sex scenes. Poke around the challenges, lose on purpose sometimes, see how the transformations twist when you’re the loser instead of the victor. Talk to characters again after you’ve changed them, especially the big tits crowd and the ones who pretended they didn’t care about you. Watch how their new bodies and new roles corrupt their own original goals. Treat each battle less like a level and more like a negotiation with the world’s nastiest fashion designer. That’s where the game actually gets hot.

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

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

There is this quiet, slightly tired feeling in the whole thing that hit me harder than all the porn grindfests I usually dig through on itch and F95. You start with this middle-aged bar owner who clearly had his “fun young time” years ago, then just pressed stop on life. The guy lives between empty glasses, Spotify playlists stuck on old rock, and that awkward silence after the last drunk leaves. And into that walks Elena, still carrying that fresh hurt you only get when you believed some dude’s promises a bit too hard. It’s one of those nights where two people should probably just go home, jerk off to Pornhub, sleep, and forget everything. They don’t, obviously. The whole kinetic setup is basically saying: you’re not choosing where the story goes, you’re just stuck in the backseat watching these two try to use sex as a bandage over old shit that never healed right.

The route that plays “normal” romance feels like a long, slow exhale. He is careful with her, not in a corny way, more like someone who fucked up enough in life to finally learn where to touch and when to shut up. There are a lot of small moments: her hand shaking a little when she takes that first sip of whiskey, his fingers brushing her thigh while he pretends to talk about music, that dumb smile when she realizes she actually wants his mouth on her. When it finally turns explicit, it is not some turbo-hentai nonsense. She drops to her knees and you can almost hear her thinking “fuck it” before she pulls his cock out. The blowjob scenes are long and almost too real; spit on her chin, her mascara slightly smeared, his hips twitching when she decides to take him a bit deeper than she can handle. Then the bed, finally, with that slow, lazy missionary where they look at each other way too much for just a one night thing. Vaginal creampie, yeah, but framed more like a mistake they both secretly want, not just a “achievement unlocked” moment. And at the same time I kind of hated how sometimes the dialogue leans a bit Tumblr-poetry, like two people trying to sound deep on WhatsApp at 1 in the morning. There is also this corruption flavored second path where the mood shifts and he stops being only gentle. The bar feels colder, less safe. His hands close around her wrists, push them above her head, and you can tell he is testing how far she will go to forget the guy who broke her. Light bondage, a bit of rough throat-fucking, his voice in her ear telling her when to open her mouth, when to beg, when to ride him until her legs are shaking. It is still pretty tame compared to some brutal stuff out there, but it has that nice edge where romance and male control mix in a way that makes your brain and your dick argue. By the end I only really remembered two things: her face when she realizes he actually sees her, not just her body, and the moment his cum spills inside her and neither of them does the “oh no, what about protection” talk. Also, the save menu font annoys me for no reason. Anyway, it lingers. Not like a big dramatic saga or some hardcore fetish circus, more like that one chat on Telegram with someone you fucked once and never muted.