You wake up as Lieutenant Arkay, already balls deep in Empire bullshit and not even sure if you’re the bad guy or just the horny one who signed the wrong paper. General Orbius dumps you on this secret research station called S.H.A.D.O.W., floating in space, quiet and cold, with that soft humming sound in the background that makes everything feel like it’s vibrating under your feet. Doors slide open with that smooth hiss, lights bloom across the floor, and every corridor feels like it’s hiding some dirty secret around the corner. It’s all very sci-fi and serious at first, then the “research” part hits: monster girls in containment, clone soldiers that look almost the same until you notice their tits or their eyes or the way they bite their lip when you grab them by the throat. There’s this weird mix of military discipline and pure filth that actually works. You’re still writing daily reports for the Empire, but between lines you’re thinking “yeah, I made her cum 3 times and then filled her ass, is that classified too, sir?”

The game plays like a sandbox of bad decisions. One moment you’re pretending to do your duty, checking data on some console like a good officer, next you’re cornering a clone in a maintenance bay, hand on her neck, thumb pressing into her pulse while the other one slides into her panties. The detail is nice in a dirty way: her breath getting shorter when you grope her, the way her thighs press together when you tease instead of fuck, the sticky sound when you finally push in after too much teasing. There is one scene where you’re in this observation room, watching a monster girl train with a group of clone girls. It starts as “combat exercise” and ends as you, behind one-way glass, jerking off while the monster girl pins one clone to the floor and licks her all over, and the others pile in. Full on group sex, tails wrapping around waists, hands everywhere, one of them riding a toy while you decide if you join them or just keep being the pervy voyeur. I actually liked the titfuck scenes more than I expected, which is stupid, because usually I skip those. Here, one MILF scientist in a tight uniform kneels in front of you in some random lab, pops her tits out of the white coat, grabs your cock and presses her soft boobs around it, slow, sticky strokes, leaving little smears of precum on her skin. You can feel in your mind that warm, slick slide, her glasses slightly crooked because you pulled her hair too hard. And I still think the anal scenes are the best part, except they kinda aren’t, except they are. The pacing is a bit strange: sometimes you spend too long just walking around the station, touching consoles, listening to Orbius talk about “important projects” while you’re just here waiting to creampie another clone. At one point I got stuck wondering if the clones even remember who fucked them yesterday or if it’s all blended into one long mission report titled “Arkay abuses his authority again.” Anyway, I got distracted by this tiny thing: the sound of doors. They always make the same noise, and now my brain links it with “someone is about to get groped.” It’s annoying. I kinda love it. I was going to say something about the fantasy part with the monster girls wielding strange powers, but now I just remember the way one of them clamps down around your cock when you push in her pussy while her tentacles hold another girl open for you, and yeah, whatever, lore can wait.

Whole thing feels like somebody grabbed Overwatch, threw it into a horny fanfic Discord, and then actually finished it for once. You’re basically dropped into this weird “school but not really school” setup where Tracer is cracking jokes, D.Va’s glued to her phone like she’s farming Twitch subs, and Mercy looks like she’s pretending to be responsible while absolutely not being responsible at all. It’s a visual novel, so yeah, expect a lot of clicking through dialogue, but the dev at least tries to make you feel like the choices matter. One moment you’re just teasing D.Va about her stream, next moment you’ve got her on her knees, eyes glossy, sloppy sound effects in your headphones, and you’re like “ok I did not expect it to escalate on this click.” The transitions into the scenes are actually kinda smooth, except when they’re not and it jumps straight from flirty banter to her lips around your cock like someone hit fast forward on Pornhub.

The 3D look is… funny. Sometimes Mercy’s ass looks like it has its own gravity field, like it’s about to pull the whole classroom into orbit, and then in the next scene her face goes a bit plastic and you’re stuck staring at her mouth because the tongue animation is way better than it has any right to be. Oral stuff is clearly where the dev had the most fun. D.Va drooling on your shaft, Mercy going slow and “professional”, Tracer doing that playful tease where she kisses just the tip then pulls back with this smirk that makes you want to choke her and thank her at the same time. Couple of animated loops feel like proper hentai clips you’d find on some shady Telegram channel, with the camera glued to their lips, spit strings, little throat bulge, you know the good shit. And the butts. Every time someone bends over, the camera basically forgets there is a head attached. I opened it “just to check the art” and ended up rewinding one Mercy ass shot like I was in VLC trying to find my favorite timestamp.

It still has that parody energy. They mention their “hero” stuff and sci‑fi crap just enough to remind you this is technically the Overwatch universe, then two lines later you have Tracer straddling you in some random classroom, riding you with her boobs bouncing in a way Blizzard would probably sue over. I liked how you can act like a nice guy or a smug bastard and both paths still lead to filthy scenes, just with different flavor: gentle blowjob with shy eye contact, or D.Va gagging on you while you hold her head and she looks up all bratty. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you get this long emotional talk with Mercy about her past, you think “oh plot now”, and one choice later she’s kneeling between your legs, lipstick smeared on your dick. UI is fine, whatever, I played it half on my laptop while pretending to answer Slack messages. The only thing that annoyed me was one teasing scene that drags on forever, Tracer keeps edging you with her hand and mouth, the text goes on and on, and the actual payoff animation is like three seconds. I still replayed it.

You wake up wrong. That is the first thing that hit me. Not heroic, not cool cyberpunk badass, just this sick, half-loaded feeling like your soul got dragged through a glitchy Pornhub ad. You’re in your backup sleeve, lying in some cheap future med-bay, the kind that smells like burnt plastic and sex lube, and your own body doesn’t quite fit. Your fingers are a bit too long, your chest feels heavy in a way it shouldn’t, heart rate monitor chirping like a horny bird, and your vision keeps tearing like a bad stream on xVideos. Crew’s a mess, ship’s a mess, and your upload is corrupted enough that if you calm down, you die. Which is a fucked up way of saying: you literally need to be kept turned on just to keep your brain from shutting off.

The “keep his heart rate up” thing sounds like a cheesy porn excuse, and yeah, it is, but here it actually wraps around into the story surprisingly tight. You’re surrounded by these thick-thighed, short-haired, neon-dyed space girls that look like someone smashed together a strip club and a hacker bar, then sprinkled futa on top for good measure. They are not gentle nurses. You’re not in some healing crystal spa. You are meat they are determined to keep pumping, with hands that wander the second the monitor dips below a number they like. One moment the medic is calmly explaining your neural corruption, next moment her gloved hand slides under your hospital sheet and she squeezes like she’s testing a weapon part. The captain leans over you, short hair brushing your face, tits spilling out of a half-open suit, and she’s pissed you almost died but she’s also grinding on your thigh with this lazy, practiced dominance that says she has done this before with other poor fucks on other poor ships.

I liked how the game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about the body stuff. Your sleeve is customizable, but not in that boring “pick eye color, done” way. It’s big asses that bounce when you get grabbed, heavy tits that strain cheap fabric, cocks and clits and both, because why not if you’re paying for a synthetic body anyway. Cyberpunk setting, sure, there are glowing cityscapes outside the porthole and some talk about data smuggling and black clinic surgeons, but honestly the real sci-fi here is “how far can we push this body before the heart flatlines.” There is this one scene that stuck with me: you’re strapped into this sloopy auto-doc chair, and a futa crew engineer, all colorful undercut and grease on her cheeks, is pretending to “check your reflexes” while she slowly strokes you with one hand and plays with the med panel with the other, watching the HR line spike when she squeezes your balls just a bit too hard. And the worst part? She keeps half-talking about thruster repairs, like she’s multitasking you like any other ship component.

Not everything lands. Some of the dialogue comes out a bit stiff in the wrong way, like someone tried to write badass one-liners while also jerking off and lost the balance. There is a moment where a character calls a neural buffer a “quantum RAM thingy” and I still don’t know if that’s on purpose or just lazy, but I kind of love it because it feels like late-night shitposting turned into a game script. The pacing jumps all over: one second you’re gasping, being ridden hard by a thick-hipped futanari officer who pins your wrists to keep your pulse up, the next second someone brings up fuel dates and cargo lists like we didn’t just watch you cum all over the med bed. Also, tiny complaint that bugged me way more than it should: the damn heart rate sound is slightly too high-pitched, like my Fitbit having an orgasm, and it made me reach for my phone twice, thinking I got a notification. Still, when the girls crowd around you, colored hair brushing your skin, their hands greedy, their voices low and bossy, using your overheating body as both patient and toy, that shrill little beep just disappears into the background like any other cheap future noise. Sex as life support. Literally. It’s messed up, and it works.

Tuesday night, brain fried, eyes half closed, you crash into bed and instead of doomscrolling TikTok again, you kinda just wish the whole week would fuck off. Then this world shows up. Not a heroic chosen-one thing, more like the universe says “hey dude, wanna be a walking cum tank for a planet that runs on your load?” and doesn’t wait for a polite answer. No guys there. Not even one. Just monster girls with curves that look like someone overfed an AI prompt with “thick milf fox with big tits” and hit generate until the GPU cried. You wake up in this weird fantasy sci-fi mashup where half the locals have tails, horns, fluffy ears or tentacles, and all of them look at you like Pornhub Premium just became sentient. The town you spawn in is kinda cozy actually, if you ignore the giant billboard-sized ass on the slime milf at the fountain. Your daily life is basically “pick a direction, get seduced.” One moment a shy librarian with glasses and a tail “accidentally” brushes your crotch while you’re trying to read some dusty old lore about cum crystals that power the continent, next moment a spider-girl milf wraps you up tight and starts teasing your feet like it’s some holy ritual, toes in her mouth, soft moans right in your ear. You’re trapped and you’re not complaining at all. Except you will, like me, complain that sometimes the teasing goes on so long you’re begging the screen. And nobody hears you. That drove me crazy. Still kinda hot though.

The game is text focused, so you sit there and your brain fills the gaps. Little AI pictures in the background give you a rough idea, but the real thing happens in your head. You read “her tentacle slides around your thighs, forcing your legs open” and suddenly you feel it like she’s next to you, whispering, breathing, making you hard just by existing. There is this one scene where a cocky wolf-girl milf with big tits drags you into an alley and tells you she needs “fuel” before her patrol. She starts with a lazy handjob, thumb circling your tip so slowly it’s almost rude, grinning while she keeps eye contact, then drops down and gives you a sloppy blowjob that feels like she’s trying to drink your soul through your dick. She makes you cum, swallows, checks if there’s more, then gets annoyed you’re “empty” already and rides you anyway, grinding that fat ass on you till you’re overstimulated and leaking again. It’s affectionate and cruel, which is perfect. Then there’s a goofy scene with a catgirl who thinks exhibitionism is a love language, tugging you out into the open square, jerking you off while innocent-looking plant monsters pretend not to stare. She forces your cock between her tits and rides it like she’s streaming on OnlyFans, making that stupid ahegao face when you finally creampie her mouth and she shows it off to literally everyone. I liked that one way too much, and not enough at all. Some routes go heavier: a tentacle “priestess” stuffing toys and tendrils into you and around you at the same time, grinding against your body while she milks you for “energy,” internal view described so detailed you can almost hear the wet sounds in your head like a scuffed ASMR track. There’s anal, there’s messy creampies, there’s milfs with massive asses pinning you and using you as their personal vibrator until you have no idea if you’re being worshipped or drained. You’re the only guy, but half the time you feel like the toy. Which is kinda the point. The game keeps playing with that sweet spot between being wanted and being used, and if your brain likes slow, dirty whisper-in-your-ear type stuff more than flashy cutscenes, it hits way harder than it has any right to.

Doom finally stops playing the Saturday morning cartoon villain and starts doing the dirty work everybody always joked he was doing off screen. "Behind the Doom" is basically what happens when a control freak supergenius decides world domination is fine, but ruining Susan Storm’s life from the inside out feels a lot better. It’s a slow burn kind of filth. At the start he’s showing off his shiny Latverian utopia, talking like some tech bro on a TED talk, pretending he cares about peace and progress. Underneath that armor he just wants one thing: Susan kneeling between his legs, wedding ring and heroic ideals both slipping off at the same time. You go from stiff political speeches to her staring up at him with drool on her chin and mascara running, and it somehow feels like a natural career path.

What I liked is that the game doesn’t rush to the hardcore. It lets Susan still believe she’s the good guy for a bit. She thinks she’s just “investigating” Doom, helping the world, being responsible. Then he starts playing with her invisibility in the most perverted ways. Ordering her to suck him off while she’s half invisible, so only her lips and tongue are visible wrapping around his cock, the rest of her fading in and out like she’s glitching from shame. There’s this one scene where he makes her hide under a table while a big diplomatic meeting goes on above, and her job is just to keep him hard with her mouth the whole time. The camera keeps jumping from the stone serious political chat to her swollen, stretched lips working on him under the armor. That moment stuck with me more than the flashy stuff, honestly. It’s the casual way he treats her like a background function now, like breathing or blinking.

Then the game remembers there are other heroines to break and just casually drops Scarlet Witch into the mess, like “oh yeah, magic slut, forgot about her.” Wanda starts as this smug powerhouse, acting like she’s above his tech, and two scenes later she’s helping him train Susan, rewriting her own morals while he rewrites her body. When they both end up on their knees, trading his cock between their mouths, Wanda using her powers to hold Susan’s hands behind her back so she can’t even stop herself from pushing deeper, it’s completely degenerate in the best way. Anal stuff hits harder than I expected too; Doom doesn’t go straight for brute-force pain, he makes it a reward, a “promotion” in his twisted little company. The first time he takes Susan’s ass, he does it on a balcony overlooking his perfect city, making her watch the peaceful streets while he grinds her open, whispering how this is what real stability looks like: her bent over, his cock buried in her, invisible or not, everyone beneath them belonging to him. It’s not subtle, it’s not romantic, it’s just cynical, nasty corruption porn with capes, and it works way better than it has any right to.

Heavy metal sky, poison fog somewhere far under your feet, and you stuck on this floating rust bucket where everybody pretends they’re professional and noble until the lights go dim and belts come off. That’s the vibe here. You’re the new guy on the elite resource crew, supposed to be all serious with scanners and oxygen levels and “mission focus,” but half your brain is already thinking about that mechanic girl in the hangar who keeps “checking” your harness straps way too slow. On the surface it’s all sci-fi gear, suits, fancy tools, but between trips it turns into something closer to a porn hub search history that learned how to walk. You go from briefing room to blowjob in a storage closet faster than Discord goes from “hey guys” to full rule 34. Some of the scenes hit hard out of nowhere too. One moment you’re watching the airship drift through this neon green cloud, listening to some low hum like a chill lo-fi playlist, next moment you’re on your knees between someone’s thighs, hands tied to a pipe, feeling her thighs push your face deeper while she rides your mouth like it’s the last oxygen tank on the ship. The animation has this slightly off timing sometimes, which weirdly makes it feel more real, like when a horny cam model’s camera lags on Chaturbate and your brain just fills in the movement anyway.

What I liked is how the sex isn’t just “reward unlocked, congrats, here is generic pose number three.” There’s this scene after a rough mission where you stumble back to your bunk, sweating, gear still half on, and this older officer follows you in, locks the hatch, pushes you to sit, then just sinks down on your cock without a word. No slow fade, no speech, just this desperate grind. You feel the airship tilt a bit, alarms muffled in the background, and she clamps down on you right when some turbine roars outside. She rides you hard, nails digging into your shoulders, and when she makes you cum inside her, it doesn’t cut away. She just stays there, full of you, breathing heavy, one gloved hand on your chest, and you see your cum leak out slowly when she finally lifts off and tells you to “suit up again, hero.” That creampie shot with the light from a cracked porthole flickering over her skin honestly stuck in my head more than the big “story” moment before it. Funny thing, the UI color drives me crazy, by the way, this weird shade that looks like someone tried to copy Spotify in low light and failed. Anyway, the BDSM bits start almost playful then escalate, like the first time they strap you to that inspection table “for a safety scan” and suddenly the restraints tighten more than they need to. There’s a scene where they gag you with an air filter strap and use you until you’re basically just a toy, and at the same time the game pretends it’s still about keeping the city alive. It lies. This thing is about mouths full of cock in maintenance shafts, messy cream dripping onto cold metal floors, and that strange feeling when you’re hanging from a cable over the toxic fog thinking about how good it felt when the captain’s boot pressed between your shoulder blades while she rode you from behind and told you you’re just another resource to extract.

FSS Lamashtu feels like somebody mashed up a cold war naval thriller with a filthy space brothel and then forgot which part was supposed to be serious. You’re the freshly minted captain of this “experimental cruiser” that is absolutely not built for exploration, unless you count exploring how many holes your crew can take in a single patrol. Officially it’s the proud weapon of the Alliance, last hope in a long-ass war. Unofficially it’s your floating fuck-lab, staffed with officers who look like they came out of a horny AI art generator after you typed “war crime but sexy” too many times. The ship layout screen is almost a character by itself: bridge, medbay, cargo, those little tucked-away compartments you quickly learn are perfect for “private disciplinary sessions.” You jump between menus pretending to care about fleet orders, but the only thing you actually remember is which corridor you cornered that technician in when she kept “accidentally” brushing her giant tits against you.

The story likes to pretend it’s about geopolitics and rebellion, and sometimes it even tricks you. You’ll get this long briefing about the Neo-Terran strategic line, convoy raids, morale of the Alliance, all that stuff. Then two clicks later, you’re watching a proud enemy pilot on her knees, mascara running, mouth full of cum while she tries to spit out her rank and serial number. The tone whiplash is almost funny. There’s a certain charm in how the game refuses to pick a lane: you capture prisoners, you break them in slowly or just slam straight into collar-and-chain slavery, you’re supposed to feel the “moral weight” of it, but the next scene has them begging for anal like they read the script ahead of time. The AI CG does that exaggerated wetness thing, where every hole looks like you dumped a bucket of lube on it, and every creampie is this ridiculous white flood that should qualify as a bio-weapon. Sometimes the faces twist into that extreme, over-the-top ahegao that doesn’t even look human anymore, more like a melted idol poster, and it somehow fits this world where war propaganda and porn have fused into one genre.

What sticks in my mind most is how physical the ship starts to feel. You’re not just choosing sex options, you’re shaping routines. That science officer who starts with stiff posture and carefully zipped uniform? A few “private evaluations” in your quarters, and suddenly she’s walking around with visible bite marks on her neck, trying not to react when you casually grope her in front of others. There’s a scene in the hangar where two captured enemy girls are supposed to be processed for interrogation, and you can decide if that means basic questions or “group demonstration of Alliance hospitality.” The way their bodies are posed, covered in semen from multiple angles, has that bukkake ritual vibe, everyone participating because the war needs “unity.” You get toy usage too, not just as accessories but as tools of control: a vibrator left inside during a formal strategy meeting, the slow dawning horror on your new slave’s face when she realizes the remote is in your pocket while admirals talk about casualties. The game never really resolves whether you’re a genius commander or just a sex-obsessed tyrant who got lucky with experimental hardware. At some point there’s a tender-ish lesbian moment tucked awkwardly between brutal scenes, two crew girls comforting each other after a mission, fingers exploring, tongues slow and hesitant, and for once you’re not in the frame at all. It feels almost like the game forgot its own premise for a second, then remembers, throws you back into forced deepthroat in a dark interrogation room, and moves on like nothing happened.

Guy stuck at a nowhere gas station gets yanked out of his boring life and thrown into horny space college, that’s basically the whole vibe, but the game plays it like this messy sex-comedy where you’re always one wrong line away from either getting laid or getting roasted in front of everyone. You start as this dude who smells like fuel and cheap coffee and suddenly you’re walking around a galactic campus where half the girls have tails, scales, glowing eyes or something that definitely shouldn’t be that thick and that soft at the same time. Conversations swing from dumb jokes to “oh shit she’s actually into me” in like two clicks, and the way the dialogue branches is sneaky: you think you’re just picking a flirty line, then ten minutes later you’re in a dark corner of the dorm, her pressed to the wall, her tits squeezed against your chest while your hand slides under her skirt and the camera actually lingers on the groping, the teasing, her legs shaking when you finally push inside. There’s a surprising amount of romance talk right before you rail someone from behind and fill her up, which is kinda funny and kinda hot.

What got me hooked was how often the game lets you be awkward or stupid instead of always smooth. Like, you can try some bold move, lean in for a kiss with this alien girl with big ass and weird pupils, and if you misread her mood she’ll clap back with sarcasm so hard you feel it in real life, but if you play it right she’s on her knees a little later, drool running down your shaft while her tongue moves in this slow, hungry way that makes the MC grab her hair. And yeah, when it swaps to anal or a creampie, it doesn’t cut away or censor, the animation actually shows the thrusts, the skin slapping, the way her body tenses when he shoves deeper. One time I accidentally locked myself into a softer route where I was supposed to “take things slow” and five clicks later I had her bouncing on my dick in the back of some hover-bus, her tits flying everywhere, my hands full of her ass, and I was like, yeah, this is “slow” I guess. It’s still kinda annoying that the text box sometimes covers the good part of the scene and you have to click it away at the worst timing, like the exact moment his cum is spilling out of her pussy, but I’m not even gonna start on that or I’ll get tilted again. The whole thing feels like some horny mashup of a sci-fi campus sitcom and Pornhub categories, and you keep telling yourself “ok, last scene” and then the next monster girl shows up with tight clothes, big tits stretching the fabric, and a shitty sense of humor that somehow makes you want to see how she moans when you finally push her face down on the bed and make her take every inch.

Reality show from hell, that’s kind of the vibe here. Not the goofy Netflix stuff where everyone cries in the confessional, more like “what if Big Brother was run by someone who jerks off to cruelty and power trips.” You’re the new guy thrown into this locked-down futuristic house, cameras everywhere, no privacy, and twenty-something horny, scared, fucked‑up contestants pretending they’re here for fame while everyone knows deep down they’re being used like meat. It’s all bright lights and fake smiles on the surface, but a few scenes in you start to feel the rot. People get “eliminated” and it’s not just some walk-of-shame to a taxi. The showrunners treat bodies as props. Holes as content. Consent as a slider they can turn off whenever ratings need a boost.

Since I’m into voice work, I went in listening more than watching at first. The moans and gasps during those “teasing” scenes where the girls rub against the MC in the communal bedroom while the others pretend to sleep? That shit feels way too real. There is this one sleep sex moment that actually made me stop and replay, because her breathing shifts so slowly, from deep sleep to confused whimper, then to this reluctant arousal when he pushes her panties aside and starts fingering her under the sheet, while the cameras zoom in and the producers whisper in your ear through the UI, basically encouraging you to keep going. No cartoonish screaming, it’s awkward, wet, quiet. A little uncomfortable. Actually more than a little, and that’s sort of the point here. Same with the blackmail scenes: they use old sex clips, private files, nudes, all that, to force a shy girl to join a group sex “challenge” with guys of different races on live feed, and the MC can either back off or lean into it. When you go with it, the mix of humiliation and arousal in her voice is kind of insane. She’s choking on cock, trying to say “stop” and “keep going” in the same breath. It’s sick, and it’s hot, and I kind of hate myself for liking it.

The sci‑fi / dystopia flavor sits in the background like a bad smell. Futuristic collars, shock systems, drugged drinks served after every elimination, some AI host that sounds almost friendly while pushing the contestants into anal, double penetration and messy creampie “competitions” that feel like twisted party games. There’s interracial and swinging stuff that actually feels like it belongs there, because the show is clearly trying to mix as many bodies and skin tones as possible for the “audience,” not for the characters. At one point they chain a couple to a wall and have other contestants jerk them off in turns while the floor slowly fills with water and blood from the last “test” in the next room, like a porno Saw ripoff that actually commits to the idea. The sound design sells it: wet slaps, muffled cries, someone laughing in the control room, you can hear a mic crackle when one girl is forced into anal while another guy is already buried in her pussy, so you get this rough, overlapping breathing that makes it feel way more chaotic than the usual porn game rhythm. And yeah, it’s all 3D models doing vaginal, oral, anal, the whole package, but I kept coming back to the way they react. Tiny “fuck” under their breath when you push too deep. Nervous giggle before a forced blowjob. That stuff hits my VA brain. The violence goes hard, too: broken noses, bruised throats after rough throat-fucking, someone getting beaten because they refused a group scene, then later you see them again, limping, still used as a toy. Sometimes the MC is just another predator in the system, sometimes he feels trapped with them. The game doesn’t really care what kind of person you are, as long as you keep playing along with its nasty little show.

You wake up on this fucked up alien rock with nothing in your head except a headache and a dick that apparently has more rights than you do. No tutorial, no friendly AI, no star-map, just you in some half torn prison jumpsuit and a sky that looks like somebody crossbred a nebula with a fever dream. The place is quiet in that way where you know something is watching you, and that something probably has claws and tits bigger than your torso. People in philosophy like to ask “what is a person?” but this game mostly asks “what if every creature that meets you wants to own your body, and sometimes worship it, and sometimes milk it until you literally can’t stand?”

The first alien girl you meet looks half priestess, half hentai search history. Four eyes, soft voice, curves that ignore gravity, and hands that are a bit too interested in human anatomy. She treats you like a rare animal, a relic. Before you even know your own name she already knows the shape of your cock. There is a scene where she studies you like you are some holy artifact, then casually starts stroking you off as “data collection”. It’s not romantic at all and somehow still erotic as hell. You can argue about consent here and yeah, as an ethicist my brain started doing the full moral alarm dance. But my dick voted differently. Funnily, the game just lets you sit in that tension. You are turned on, you are not fully safe, and those soft alien hands keep going, dripping lube, making you groan while she comments on your endurance like it is a lab report.

Later you end up in this underground den where the creatures are less “priestess” and more “monster girl with way too many teeth, thighs like tree trunks, and a tongue that remembers exactly where your weak spots are.” One of them yanks you onto a stone seat, climbs into your lap, those huge tits in your face, and for a moment you actually forget you were shipped here as a convict. She jerks you with one hand, uses her tail for extra grip, and every time you try to talk about freedom or justice she shuts you up with a sloppy kiss and then slides down to give the kind of messy alien blowjob that would get an entire subreddit banned. There is a tiny UI pop-up asking if you want to “resist” and I laughed, because yeah, sure, I am definitely going to click the option that cancels the view of those lips stretched around me, drool and cum mixing, her throat humming with some strange purr while your legs shake. Philosophically, the game is a disaster. As porn? It knows exactly what it is doing and does not apologize for even a second.