You start as this poor bastard trying to get a job at Chimera Corp, and the “job interview” is basically you poking at a digital girl until she turns into exactly the kind of slutty little toy the company wants. It looks all corporate and clean at the start, like some boring HR training module, then you realize the whole thing is just an excuse to mess with a test subject’s body, brain, and personality in the most fucked up sci‑fi way possible. You don’t move a character on a map or anything, you sit in front of a fake company interface and tweak stats, pick sub-options, and watch your test girl go from regular office chick to whatever flavor of corrupted meat puppet you’re in the mood for. That could be a wide‑eyed innocent with slightly fuller lips and bigger tits who just “kind of likes” sucking cock now, or a full-on lactating breeding cow with a fat ass, ahegao face, and a contract to do double anal for company publicity material. The more you play with the sliders and categories, the more you start to feel a bit like a mad scientist who found a porn hub hidden inside Excel.

What sells it is how reactive everything feels. Tiny changes to “obedience” or “sexuality” don’t just show up as a number, they twist her whole vibe. One run you nudge her toward prostitution training and suddenly the feedback text starts describing her as eager to take on more clients, offering anal and titfucks to upsell, drooling about group sessions and bukkake “for the brand.” Pick more hardcore path and now she’s a mind‑broken BDSM pet, calling herself company property, begging to be branded and collared, talking like she lives to be spitroasted by management. Push transformation and body mods and you get big tits, big ass, different outfits, different hair, different speech patterns, sometimes a total change of identity, newly chosen name included, like she forgot she ever was a person and not a slave template. There are lots of little puzzle moments too, where you try to hit a specific combination: the right mix of obedience, skill, and depravity to unlock a certain type of ending. Some leads you to a loyal office whore who handles private “meetings” and HR blackmail, other ones spit out a gangbang-ready cum dump that the company loans to entire teams as stress relief. And yeah, budget limits mean you cannot just max everything, you gotta pick if you want her to be an anal specialist, an oral goddess, or the perfect multi‑penetration toy that passes internal QA.

The art is AI generated but it actually works for this weird corporate-sci‑fi vibe, like you are browsing some shady internal database of test subjects that were never meant to see daylight. You keep clicking and thinking “okay, that’s enough” and then you stumble on a variation where she has milk dripping from huge tits, mascara running, mouth open in a ruined ahegao while the report calmly talks about her “improved productivity in group sex environments” and suddenly you are doing another playthrough. The writing leans hard into male domination and control, but it has that slightly fucked up humor where the system describes her as a “valuable asset for customer engagement” while she is basically a programmable anal slave who loves creampies and toys rammed everywhere. There is management logic behind everything too, which is funny: the game scores you not on how “nice” you are, but how profitable your personal fuckdoll is, how many holes she can keep busy, how marketable her new look is. It is short, yeah, and sometimes a stat change gives you a result you did not expect and you sit there swearing at the monitor because she lost the perfect big ass combo you just had, but then you restart and make a slightly different monster, a little more obedient, a little more corrupted, and you kind of forget you were annoyed five minutes ago.

Whole vibe here is like someone mashed a sci‑fi VN, horny college comedy and weird timeline conspiracy thread from Reddit, then just left in all the rough edges. You’re this guy starting at an uni that looks normal on the surface, but history’s literally missing chunks, teachers act like some parts of the past never existed, and you’re juggling “save the world” with “try not to nut in 10 seconds when the busty redhead MILF lab assistant bends over the desk”. It’s not subtle. One scene you’re in a serious talk about erased memories and global crisis, next scene you’re getting a slow, teasing handjob in a cramped storage room while trying to keep quiet because there’s a lecture going on outside the door. The game just swerves like that. It felt messy in a good way. And sometimes in a stupid way. But kind of charming stupid.

Sex stuff lands harder because it keeps using the school setting instead of forgetting it after the intro. Uniform skirts hitched up over desks, a schoolgirl outfit that’s clearly two sizes too small, and that moment when you realize the “strict officer from the security department” also wears a perfectly clean university badge, then she closes the blinds and suddenly your “discipline meeting” becomes her sitting on your lap, grinding on your cock through your pants, whispering in your ear about how bad boys need to be “re-educated”. She looks about as “milf” as a porn thumbnail, ridiculous huge tits smushed against your face while she titfucks you, saliva and lube all over, and the MC just trying to keep it together. I say “trying”, but he’s a disaster. In one scene he walks into a lab to investigate some anomaly, finds a voyeur cam feed accidentally still on, and instead of freaking out, he just starts stroking to a live view of a classmate on her bed, toys out, full ahegao face when she cums. Which is horrible. And also hot. And also kind of funny, because he gets caught mid‑jerk by another girl, and that spins into awkward oral under a lab table with her telling him, “You’re disgusting… don’t stop.” Whole thing has this unpolished, horny brain energy like a guy switching tabs between Pornhub and some obscure sci‑fi forum.

The 3D style is a bit cursed sometimes, and I mean that lovingly. Boobs in this game have gravity that does not exist in our universe, like they’re trying to escape into orbit, but then there’s this scene on the dorm rooftop at night where the lighting hits just right, girl in half‑undone uniform shirt, nipples poking through the fabric, she slowly drops to her knees and gives you this sloppy, messy blowjob while pretending she’s just “testing your reactions” for a research project. That part looks way better than it has any right to. Then another time, in the library, the lips look off and you barely notice because she’s drooling all over your shaft, choking a bit, pulling away with strands of spit hanging, eyes glazed in full ahegao while you grab her head and she pushes your cock between her tits for a wet titfuck, licking the tip each time it pops up. Creampies are everywhere too: bent over classroom desk, skirt pushed up, you pounding from behind, her moaning into her own sleeve so nobody hears while you fill her up and she just keeps pushing back, cum leaking down her thighs after. And if you want to milk every spicy second, don’t skip through the “talky” parts too fast: half the fun is teasing a character over multiple scenes till she finally snaps, throws you against a door and says, “Fine, you win,” before climbing on and riding you raw, big tits bouncing in your face while the whole world crisis bullshit can wait for one more orgasm.

You come back to this glossy, fake-perfect hometown like some prodigal son who learned how to fuck with people’s brains instead of just getting a normal job. Now you’re the new psychologist in a mega rich tech corporation, walking into rooms where everyone smiles too wide and lies for a living. Under the marble floors and glass walls, it all smells like perfume, power and bad decisions. The game leans hard into that. Every session you run feels like foreplay and interrogation at the same time. You’re supposed to help them, of course, but the tools they give you, the tech, the hypnosis routines, the little “mental triggers” you slip into their thoughts, it all starts feeling less like therapy and more like slow, sweet corruption. You’re not just listening. You’re adjusting. Pushing. Groping minds before you even touch their skin.

What I liked is how the story keeps mixing that clinical talk with very physical, shameless scenes. One moment you talk with a high-ranking MILF executive about workplace stress while she crosses and uncrosses those ridiculous thick thighs, blouse two buttons too low, always “by accident”. Next scene, you’re in her penthouse, city lights behind her, and she’s asking you to “help her relax” while your hand is inside her blouse and she’s kneeling between your legs, lips shiny, voice all shaky from a suggestion you planted earlier. It is not subtle. It’s not even trying to be. It knows exactly what it is doing when it gives you dialogue options that look responsible, then clearly marks another one that will nudge her a bit deeper into dependence, into that warm, obedient haze. You tell yourself you’re testing the boundaries of the tech, that it’s for science, but then you’re making her slowly strip for you in her office, door half open, her tits bouncing in those little looped animated scenes that repeat just enough times you realize you’ve been staring too long. At some point there is a scene with a “family dinner” that pretends to be normal, like catching up after you’ve been away. It goes sideways fast if you choose the more daring lines. Old resentments on the table, wine flowing, and you quietly dropping cues, peeling away all the polite surface. Watching someone who should absolutely not be touching you like that run a hand along your thigh under the table while the others talk about business mergers feels filthy in a very particular, incest-tinted way the game clearly enjoys. It toys with romance too, like putting sugar on poison. There are moments where one woman’s shy smile, the way she leans on you on a balcony, actually feels tender, almost pure. Then you remember you installed a mental reinforcement earlier that makes her horny when she smells your cologne, and the next kiss is tongue, teeth, desperation, her grinding that big ass into your crotch while she whispers how safe she feels with you. I still hate the phone UI popups that slide in at the worst times and cover half the boob, by the way. Whoever designed that deserves a very stern handjob without lube. The branching is sneaky. You think you’re just picking filthy or filthier, but later the game tells you in its own way that you chose whether she becomes a loyal lover, a brainwashed toy, or something broken and dangerous. Multiple endings hide behind small choices in early scenes, like whether you give someone a comforting hug or you “accidentally” let your hand rest on her ass a bit too long. And somewhere between giving oral instructions during an actual blowjob scene, watching those smooth 3D bodies glisten, and deciding if you’ll let one of them keep a bit of free will, you realize you’re not playing the hero here at all, just enjoying every slow, dirty step.

Second part of SexBot feels like someone glued a horny dating app to a half-broken sci‑fi visual novel and then said “yeah, it’s fine, players will figure it out.” You wake up again as this guy who has way too many women orbiting around him, from stacked milfs to bratty schoolgirls to that one android girl who looks like she was built purely for your dick, not science. Story pretends to be about AI, timelines, all that tech talk, but very fast it becomes “who am I fucking next and where.” One moment you’re in a classroom pretending to care about lessons, next moment the teacher’s bent over a desk, big ass spilling out of her skirt while you’re trying to remember if this path needs anal or just a sloppy blowjob to unlock the next scene. It’s that kind of game where the “plot” is like a porn hub search history with extra dialogue.

What I liked most is how the dating sim stuff actually pushes you to try different pickup styles. I was going full speed‑dating mode: click through options, see who bites. Some girls like the cocky lines, some want the sweet talk, one wants you to talk to her like she’s trash and somehow it turns her on even more. Had this moment with one of the milfs, where I tried a cheesy line I’d never use in real life, something like “I’ve been thinking about you since I woke up,” and she goes from “that’s cute” to kneeling in front of me and giving this slow, wet blowjob while asking if I really couldn’t stop thinking about her tits. And yeah, her boobs actually move, jiggle and squeeze around the dick when you titfuck, not some lazy static pose. Another scene, you’re pinned between two girls on a couch, one riding your face, the other riding your cock, both animated, and it finally feels like the word “harem” means something more than just five girls you never see together.

It’s not perfect though, and I kinda love that and hate it at same time. Some paths are confusing as hell. One wrong dialogue choice and you go from “I’m about to creampie this android in a lab chair” to “we should talk about feelings” and suddenly your dick is unemployed. There’s a sandbox feel where you roam between locations, but sometimes it feels like wandering between tabs in Chrome, checking if anyone is horny yet. The school setting parts jump from silly teasing, like groping in the hallway, to hardcore anal in a locker room so fast I blinked and forgot how we got there. There’s this lesbian scene between two girls you’ve been chasing, super hot, tongue action, toys, moaning, and then your character just stands there staring and doesn’t join in unless you did some very specific stuff earlier. I’m still annoyed by that. And the whole domination flip, male dom here, surprise femdom there, can feel random: one scene you’re choking her lightly while she begs for your cum, next scene she’s got you tied and milking you with a handjob like you’re a test subject again and I swear I missed the memo when that switched. But then you finally line things up, push the right buttons, and suddenly you’re fucking a thick milf from behind, her big tits slapping while you grip her waist and pump her full, watching the creampie drip out in a close‑up, and all the weird little flaws kind of blur out for a bit.

Simon wakes up in the far future, stuck on a ship in the middle of space, surrounded by nine alien girls with ridiculous curves and zero sense of shame. It feels a bit like someone mashed together a trashy harem anime and a cheap sci‑fi flick they found on a torrent site, then just leaned into every horny idea that popped up. The tone is stupid in the best way. One moment you’re listening to a serious speech about “saving the universe” and five minutes later you’re watching a slime‑skinned monster girl trying to figure out human underwear and accidentally flashing half the crew. The game knows exactly what it is. It keeps throwing teasing scenes at you where clothes never quite stay on, like that first time the insectoid girl tries on a tight jumpsuit and the camera just lovingly stays on her ass while she pretends she’s not noticing you staring. There is this constant feeling that everyone on this ship is a tiny bit too horny and nobody has the emotional maturity to admit it, which honestly feels realistic for a porn game pretending to be a space opera.

Choices matter just enough to make you sweat. Example: early on, there is this “morale boosting” event where you can choose which girl to escort through a transparent corridor with full view to the deep void outside. Sounds like some poetic sci‑fi thing, right? No, it’s basically a public stripwalk for aliens. You pick the shy tentacle‑haired engineer and she keeps pretending her suit malfunctioned, giving you glimpses of huge tits pressed against cold glass, nipples hard and obvious, while other crew members conveniently wander by and pretend not to stare. Keep pushing the flirt and the game lets you push her against the wall later in the engine room, legs spread, tentacles wrapped around your wrists while you fuck her raw from behind and watch her ahegao face reflected in a metal panel. Or you play nice and she stays in that permanently horny‑but‑denying state, which can be even hotter if you’re a teasing enjoyer. There is a lot of creampie focus too, which the script doesn’t even try to hide. Some scenes end with your cum dripping out of an alien pussy while the ship’s AI comments on “successful genetic transfer” like it’s just checking fuel levels. It can feel a bit repetitive at times, always circling back to the same big tits and tongue‑out faces, but the dumb jokes and constant parody of sci‑fi tropes keep it from getting boring. It’s like watching people roleplay Star Trek, if Star Trek was written by horny Reddit shitposters and nobody had heard of bras.

War in this game doesn’t feel clean at all. Everything is humming, buzzing, a little wrong, like the whole space station is breathing slow and wet around you. You’re tossed into Alexis’ head right after this lunar mess, and the world around him is all hard metal, cold corridors, alarms that whine in the background while the camera just lingers too long on another guy’s neck, his jaw, the way sweat slides down under the collar of a uniform that’s clearly one size too tight on purpose. It’s funny, because the story pretends to care about strategy meetings and patrol routes and alien intel, but the real action is in those tiny pauses when Osman leans a bit too close, when Evan’s voice drops for no reason, when Leon looks like he wants to punch a wall or kiss it. There’s this low constant echo in the sound design, just a little reverb on footsteps and doors, and somehow it makes every quiet conversation feel like it’s happening in a hidden corner where you’re not supposed to be, but you stay, because of course you stay.

First time you get Alexis alone in the barracks, the game lets you click around useless shit, like his datapad, the locker, the stupid little plant that somehow survived an alien invasion. I spent way too long poking that plant. It wiggles in this pathetic way and doesn’t matter at all, but I kept expecting it to do something horny. It never does. Anyway, the real heat starts when Osman shows up with that lazy grin and sits on the edge of the bed, and the music just drops to this slow, pulsing beat that feels like it’s syncing with your pulse… or lower. There’s no silly fade out when things get explicit. You actually hear belts, zippers, the soft thud of bodies against the mattress, the little breath Alexis sucks in when fingers go somewhere new. The choices here aren’t explained much. You get lines like “Push him further” or “Hold back” and you’re just thrown into it. Sometimes the “gentle” option leads to Alexis getting his throat fucked rough, and the “aggressive” one just turns into a desperate cuddle against a bulkhead after a mission. That messy, not-quite-logical reaction of the game feels actually honest, like sex after trauma isn’t neat or predictable, it’s all over the place.

The sci-fi side is weirdly intimate too. You’re on this ship in the middle of nowhere, “protecting mankind”, but really you’re just watching horny soldiers try to forget everything for a while. A briefing room scene with Leon starts as a boring report about alien movements, then your choice to “reassure him” ends with his hand on your throat, pushing you back into the commander’s chair, the big holographic map of the war flickering calmly while he grinds against you, still half in uniform, half undone, like the galaxy can wait while he ruts. Later with Evan, you’re supposed to be calibrating some scanner, but the game keeps letting your eyes drift down to his crotch, his tailbone, the hint of muscle under the suit. The interface even tilts a bit, like Alexis is losing focus. There’s this one shot where the window shows the dark of space, a slow blue flare of some distant thing, and in front of it you just see their silhouettes, one guy on his knees, the other bracing against the console, sounds of sloppy head mixing with the quiet hum of the ship. It’s hot, but also kind of sad, and then suddenly it’s funny again because a random alert pops and you both have to scramble, dripping, to act like nothing happened. It’s clumsy, horny, sometimes too slow, sometimes it rushes you right into a scene where you’re pressed between two bodies and a cold wall, and none of it feels polished. Which is exactly why it sticks in your mind when you close the browser and realize you still hear that low ship hum in your ears, together with the little broken noises Alexis makes when someone finally pushes him way past what he thought he wanted.

They say everyone who flies fringe space is running from something.

And burn it all, you are.

You are Rael. Freshly removed from events that have shattered your life, you’re left adrift and alone. Stranded on the backwater Yakeshi Station at the fringe of galactic society, all that you are is staked on one last chance to make amends and set your life back on course. One opportunity, with everything on the line. Through Zuberi, captain of the Astrogation Guild deep-space exploration vessel Void Dreamer, you have that chance. Board his ship, join an eclectic crew all there for various reasons of their own, and explore the mysterious outer edges of the galaxy as you try to put yourself back together.

Just be careful. Fringe space is far from safe, and the darkness between distant stars holds secrets more deadly and more powerful than you can possibly imagine.

In this game you wake up in 2038, broke as fuck, pushed out of your tiny little life by a system that doesn’t even bother to hate you. It just ignores you. Birth rates crashed, the rich turned reproduction into a gated luxury, and if you’re not chosen, you’re basically spare parts still walking around. The only “opportunity” you get is the Demeter Protocol Program, which sounds clinical and safe until you read the fine print and realize it’s closer to a high tech breeding experiment with romance routes. You sign because there’s nothing left. Then you realize you’re trapped in a sealed facility, constantly evaluated, stuck with people who have every reason to think you’re a selfish liability, and the only way out is to convince the system you’re worth breeding, worth loving, or at least worth not throwing away like meat waste.

The tone is weird in a good way. It’s not just porn with future wallpaper. You get these quiet scenes where the girls feel very human: awkward silences when you’re both half naked and pretending you’re okay with this; nervous touches when the program pushes you into “compatibility sessions” that are straight up monitored vaginal sex, dressed up as science. Sometimes the sex is sweet and painfully slow, her thighs clenching around you like she’s holding on to the idea of a future, and sometimes it turns into this desperate, sweaty fucking on a cold lab table while a holo display records hormone spikes. The game loves big tits, and it doesn’t pretend otherwise: breasts squeezed into sterile white tops, bouncing when she climbs on top of you in one of those “mandatory intimacy exercises,” nipples perked and glossy with saliva when you go down on her on a couch that looks like it came from an Ikea in hell. The animations help a lot here. You see hips rolling, abs tensing, her expression shifting from guarded to needy, that little bite of her lip when you push all the way in. Sometimes the camera just stays too long on how her fingers dig into your back when she’s close and it actually feels more intimate than porn, which is a bit fucked up considering you’re being recorded by a machine that will grade your performance like homework.

What I like most is how the romance fights the experiment. As a VN dev, I notice the writing avoids the usual “cold girl warms up after one good dicking” shortcut. You might spend several scenes where she’s just annoyed at you, or worse, indifferent. You answer dialogue choices that sound harmless and suddenly she’s like “So you think I’m just here to breed for you?” and the vibe dies. Then, many scenes later, she remembers what you said, and you get this small moment where she lets her guard slip. That tiny smile when you make a dumb joke about the biometric sensors, the way she shifts a bit closer on the bed but pretends she’s just tired. The game doesn’t shower you in endless options, but the sandbox bits let you roam the facility, poke into terminals, dig into the mystery of what happens to the “failures.” You can chase better gear for the RPG-style evaluations, min-max some stats, then completely fuck up a test because you stayed up late in her room, kissing and fingering her slow under the thin sheet while alarms softly hum in the background. It’s romantic, it’s horny, it’s clinical, it’s kind of depressing, and sometimes you’re fucking her from behind, watching the soft jiggle of her tits in the reflection of a black monitor, while both of you pretend this is just two people in love, not lab animals. And then the system pings you with a cold “compatibility increase detected” and ruins the moment, which somehow makes the next kiss feel even more real.

Welcome to "Over the Moon".
A lot has happened over the past 2 years, picking up from where 'A Moment of Bliss' ended. Welcome to the future, where memories can be transferred to Androids. You can now use VARGs, Virtual Augmented Reality Glasses, a new way to interact without leaving home. Your daughter Moon is a music star in the making, and her business manager wants you to write some songs for Moon for the television show "Madds Medusa." Here's the thing: your daughter hates your guts, and you need to spend a week with her.
How will things go?
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