It’s hard to tell if this game wants to mess with your head or your pants, probably both. I started it thinking it’s just another lazy romance sim, just tapping choices while waiting for the next steamy scene. But it’s weirdly emotional in places. The story bites when it wants to - like when the messages start rolling in and you think, oh damn, this is gonna ruin some poor dude’s life. The cheating vibe isn’t just there to shock; it gets under your skin. I caught myself feeling... guilty? Which is wild because I was the one making those dirty choices, pushing things further with that woman who couldn’t stop looking over her shoulder. The way the mobile format traps you in vertical mode weirdly adds to it. You scroll like you’re checking your own texts, like the phone’s really buzzing for you.

Still, there’s this one scene that hit harder than expected - the balcony one, where the camera (well, imaginary camera, 'cause it’s all text and sound) lingers on her hips before she turns around, acting like she’s not about to wreck a relationship. And when it flips from slow teasing to just raw, noisy motion, it’s so unembarrassed about being horny it’s almost artistic. Except it’s not, it’s just filthy fun. I kinda love that fake realism where you’re sure someone’s gonna walk in mid-moan, and you’re yanking your finger off the screen like you’ve been caught. They nailed that adrenaline - probably better than the “love” angle, which sometimes feels like filler between fuck sessions.

I weirdly wanted more of the small stuff - like the texting, the silent ellipsis bubbles that build tension better than any unclothed scene. But then again, maybe that’s what kept me hooked: the little waits, the guilt you half-ignore while doing it anyway. It’s messy, it’s hot, it’s too real at moments I didn’t expect. Three words? Wrong, wet, honest. **Dare to play it alone, or invite company?**

Grief, horny thoughts and shitty autocorrect, that’s the basic vibe here. You sit in the skin of this older dad who suddenly has way too much free time because his only kid, Lidia, just flew off to some fancy university abroad. No more daily breakfast talks, no more nagging about homework, just a quiet house and a buzzing phone. The whole thing runs on text chats and little phone events, so you’re basically stalking your own daughter’s new life through WhatsApp-style messages and those fake notification popups that make you check your real phone like an idiot. At first it’s all cute and innocent: “Dad, I got lost on campus lol,” “Look at my dorm room,” typical teen stuff. You play the supportive, slightly awkward father, send her dumb stickers, give her clumsy advice about laundry and meeting new people. And then the conversations start drifting. Slowly. Painfully slow, in that “wait, did she just tease me or am I sick” kind of way.

There’s this moment pretty early where she accidentally sends you a selfie that is way too thirsty to be “for dad.” You can pretend you didn’t notice, or you can poke at it. The game totally lets you be that responsible parent who shuts it down, but of course the fun path is when you don’t. You joke back, she jokes harder, and suddenly the banter gets flirty in a way that would get your ass banned from most Discord servers. It’s kind of messed up, because the more lonely she feels at uni, the more clingy and playful she gets on the phone. She tells you about cute guys in her class, about some older professor that gives her looks, about drunk parties and how she “accidentally” forgot her bra. Then she sends voice notes about how no one understands her like you. Then she sends a pic where her top just “slipped.” You give “support,” she gives nudes. Fair trade, right? The game leans hard into that slow corruption thing: at first it’s fatherly pep talks, a bit of romance roleplay as a joke, then late-night sexting where she’s literally typing with one hand and telling you exactly when she’s about to cum. There’s a route where she starts asking you how to “handle” older men, and the way she phrases it makes it pretty clear she’s imagining you, not them. When she finally sends the first straight-up explicit shot, with cum dripping down her thigh, she frames it like she wants “advice” if she did it right. Like she’s submitting homework to daddy. You get that hit of “oh fuck this is wrong” and then you tap the next choice anyway. The dad’s side is not just horny either. You get these little details, like him scrolling through old photos of his dead wife while Lidia is live-texting him about how needy she feels. Sometimes he literally flips between an old family pic and a fresh shot of her tits, and your dialogue choice decides if he focuses on guilt or lust. The humor is dirty and kinda mean too, with her calling you a dilf in one branch and then playing it off as “haha just TikTok slang.” The teasing is constant: read receipts, typing indicators that stop and vanish, half-finished messages like “Sometimes I wish you were here to…” and then she deletes it and sends some safer line. The game knows exactly how to bait you. There are scenes where she’s in her dorm bed after a shitty day, crying in voice, and you can either comfort her like a normal parent, or gently nudge it into romantic territory, and both feel wrong in different ways. When she finally asks you to stay on the phone while she touches herself, whispering “pretend you’re here with me,” it hits that nasty sweet spot between romance and total taboo. Text based, yeah, but some of those one-line messages feel filthier than a whole CGI porn movie. And the worst part? The game lets you be genuinely caring, even protective, right in the middle of making her describe where your imaginary cum lands on her face. You’re basically roleplaying emotional support and perverted fantasy in the same breath, and the writing is just good enough that you kinda forget how fucked that actually is.

Mandatory Mentor is like someone mashed a strict study planner with a really horny pet trainer, then dropped the whole mess on a hot empty island and told you “good luck, don’t screw this up.” You’re stuck with Reina, this rich bratty brunette who clearly never opened a textbook in her life and absolutely hates that you suddenly have power over her schedule, her body, basically her whole week. The game calls you her tutor, but let’s be honest, by day two it feels a lot more like you’re breaking in a very spoiled pet who thinks she’s still the princess of Tokyo. She talks back, rolls her eyes, complains about every exercise, and somehow that just makes it better when you finally shut her up with a command, a collar, or a firm smack on her ass after she flunks a quiz she didn’t even try to pass.

The core loop is weirdly simple: teach her, test her, punish or “reward” her depending how hard you want to lean into the humiliation angle. Sometimes you’re actually drilling her on test questions, like some half-serious exam simulator where wrong answers equal more time on her knees. Other times you absolutely forget this girl has an exam and you’re just seeing how far you can push her obedience. There is something funny about it too, not just mean. She’ll come out with these salty little lines when you tell her to recite formulas while wearing nothing but a leash, and the game’s sense of humor keeps things from feeling grim. Or it tries. Then you strap a toy between her legs as a “focus tool” and tell her she can only cum if she solves problems fast enough, and suddenly the joke hits different. The spanking scenes really shine here: her reactions shift over the week from pure outrage to this embarrassed, shaky acceptance, and the sound design for those hits is way too satisfying for something that’s technically “study motivation.” Animated bits give those moments a lot of life; watching her squirm after a failed test with her reddened butt on display kind of erases whatever sympathy you had five minutes ago.

What I like is that you can lean more into teacher mode or just slide full tilt into trainer/domination mode without the game slapping your wrist. One run I actually tried to help her pass properly, keeping the kink as “discipline,” stopping before she broke, letting her keep some pride. Then next run I was basically using the exam excuse to turn her into a needy island pet, tracking how far I could drag her dignity down, locking her in humiliating routines between study blocks, making her say stupid little lines while you correct her answers. The game branches based on that, so you don’t just get a simple pass or fail screen; your attitude shapes what kind of ending you drag her to. Sometimes the joke about being stuck as a coconut collector lands almost like a punchline, sometimes it’s just you and your house-trained Reina on this island you kinda don’t want to leave. There are toys that show up that feel way too advanced for a deserted island, but whatever, porn logic is undefeated. My only real gripe, the one that annoyed me the whole time, is how she sometimes snaps back to her early-level brat personality in scenes where she should be totally broken in already, like the script forgot you smacked the arrogance out of her four days ago. It doesn’t kill the mood, just makes you want to grab her by the chin, remind her who her “mentor” really is, and start the lesson all over again.

Apartment looks normal in the afternoon. Cheap rent, cracked wall, neighbor’s TV bleeding through the concrete, the usual city trash. Then the lights twitch once, your Spotify glitches, and suddenly you’ve got two naked ghosts in your living room arguing over who gets to sit on your lap first. The game just throws that at you, like, “yeah, this is fine.” They’re not the “booo I will kill you” type either. More like “I will ride your face and then maybe cry about my tragic past later.” You move back to your hometown thinking about CVs and boring job hunt hell, and instead you’re juggling spectral titties the size of your head and trying to remember which dialogue option raises which hidden stat. Honestly feels like Excel, but horny.

The daily loop is weirdly chill and horny at same time. You wake up, check your messages, maybe go out for a side gig to get some money, then come back to this cursed apartment where the real grind starts. One ghost leans into the shy, soft thing, boobs pressed against your back when you cook, acting like she “doesn’t know what a handjob is” while obviously knowing exactly how to milk your cock slow enough to make you beg. The other one? Gremlin energy. She floats upside down, skirt hanging, ass in your face, making fun of you for blushing while she wraps her toes around you and starts a footjob on the cheap sofa like it’s just another Tuesday. I had a moment where she literally popped through the wall while I was trying to sleep, sat on my chest, pinning me, and whispered in my ear that if I didn’t touch her she’d “haunt my balls.” That scene escalated into sloppy oral so fast I forgot I was supposed to be scared. The game calls itself horror, and yeah, some of the midnight events actually hit that creepy “why is the hallway longer than before” vibe, but then you’re groping a ghost’s huge tits in a dark bathroom while the mirror reflects nothing but your own hands. Honestly I got more scared of missing a route flag than of any jump scare.

The messy part is the sandbox structure. You kind of wander between work, random paranormal events, and slow unlocking of their “memories.” Each ghost has scenes gated behind affection, lust, and some mysterious value I still don’t fully get because I forgot to track one variable on my notes and now my spreadsheet looks like a crime board. One night you get a tender blowjob where she’s on her knees, drool running down your shaft while she tries to keep eye contact like it’s important for her soul or something, and the next night the same girl phases through the floor, grabs your dick from below the bed, and the game just calls it a “playful surprise.” I loved that. Actually, no, it annoyed me, because I could not figure out what time slot combo triggered it again. There is a tiny spirit thing that acts like a horny tutorial and lore dump, floating around telling you where to poke the curse, but half the time I ignored it and still got scenes to trigger, so I’m not even sure if it matters. Some routes feel polished, with multi-stage events, like the progression from clumsy handjob on the couch to her confidently riding you, tits bouncing so hard they clip through your view and you kind of forget it’s 2D, and other times you just get a short tease and nothing after. I kept waiting for more intense paranormal horror in the corridors, then got distracted because the busty ghost bent over the kitchen table and asked if you wanted to “test how solid her ass feels from behind.” So yeah. This apartment is a mess, the pacing is janky, the boobs are ridiculous, and I’m still counting flags like a nerd while getting sucked off by a dead girl who moans your name like you’re the only thing keeping her in this world.

You start as this kinda broke, half‑sleeping journalism student who thinks he’s just chasing some dumb campus rumor, and then suddenly you’re knee‑deep in a blackmail mess where everyone’s horny, half‑guilty and way too hot to be real. It feels like opening a boring Google Doc for class and finding porn screenshots hidden between the paragraphs. One minute you’re asking normal interview questions, next minute a girl is “accidentally” spreading her legs in the library while pretending not to notice, and you’re choosing whether to keep it cool or lean into the pervy energy. The whole thing plays like a dating sim that got drunk and fell into a fetish forum. You bounce around the campus, coffee shop, staff rooms and weird quiet corners in this sandbox routine, chasing leads, sending risky messages, and trying not to jerk off every time the game tosses in a new explicit CG that looks a little too much like something generated at 3x strength on some AI art app.

The four main girls each pull you in a different way, and they’re messy in a very human way. Rina hits you with that “I don’t care about you, idiot” tsundere act, then five clicks later she’s pressing you against a wall and daring you to look her in the eyes while she strokes you off in some half‑lit corridor where anyone could walk in. She calls you a pervert while blushing hard, and then later blackmails you with your own dick pics you stupidly left in chat. Kira is the brainy one, all logic and spreadsheets, helping you track victims and suspects like she’s building a case file in Notion, but her mouth says “professional partner” while her hands wander under the desk, slipping into your pants mid‑conversation about motives. She’ll break down a pattern in the blackmail messages, then casually ask if you’ve ever let a futa girl use your throat like a toy. Sofie at the coffee shop is that chaotic energy. She flirts for tips, remembers your order, and suddenly you’re in the storage room with your pants around your ankles, her tongue sliding slow while she jokes about giving “premium customer service.” She’ll send you a selfie later, bra pushed up, asking if you’re masturbating to it right now. And Mila, the teacher, has that dangerous vibe: soft voice, strict eyes, and this way of stepping way too close when she’s “interrogating” you about the case. Half the time she looks like she wants to fail you; the other half she looks like she wants to bend you over her desk and see how good you scream when she doesn’t let you finish.

What surprised me is how the humor and the dirty stuff keep tripping over each other. One scene you’re grilling a suspect about anonymous blackmail texts, and the next scene you’re helping a girl compose her own anonymous message that’s literally just her teasing she’s not wearing panties in the classroom. There’s this whole exhibition streak running through it: girls flashing you in public spaces, blowjobs in risky corners, forcing you to keep your voice down while they ride you in a room that’s way too close to other people. Some of the AI‑generated CGs look wild, like the hands are a bit cursed or a boob’s angle is kinda off, and I liked it more because of that. It feels raw, like a horny sketchbook, not some polished corporate porn. You’re constantly choosing whether to be sweet, manipulative, romantic, or just absolutely filthy. Sometimes your “good guy” answer somehow leads to even kinkier payoff, which is funny and a bit fucked up. You can go from awkward first kiss to swallowing cum in a bathroom stall in like ten clicks, then sit in your dorm later staring at your in‑game phone, wondering if you should send that risky text that might turn into blackmail power over her or backfire and put your nudes in someone else’s hands. The game doesn’t really care if you play lover, perv, or amateur detective; it just keeps tossing situations where romance, threats, and sex tangle together until you forget if you’re solving the case or just using it as excuse to watch beautiful disasters of girls fall apart on your dick in every wrong place possible.

This thing is like someone took a horny Twitch clone, poured vodka on it, and said, “yeah, she’ll be fine.” You’re basically babysitting Kuroi Bara while she claws her way up the streamer food chain, except the “content” she’s selling is… let’s say not exactly Just Chatting. You’re juggling schedules, checking numbers, trying to keep her from burning out, and at the same time slowly nudging her from shy “oh no my shirt slipped” girl into “oh yeah I’m putting this toy in and pretending it’s a viewer request” kind of monster. Half the fun is watching that mental slide. First streams are all cute, nervous, safe stuff, she’s blushing when someone drops a dirty comment. A few in, you’ve got her doing “accidental” nipple flashes, moving her webcam angle lower, putting way too much lotion on her tits while pretending it’s a skin care tutorial. There’s that point where you push her to do a “sleep stream” and then she “wakes up” already wet and acts surprised, and you know exactly who made that happen. Totally wholesome.

What really hooked me is how the management side and the porn bits keep tripping over each other. You’re checking stats like a degenerate social media manager: followers, tips, subs, what tags are hot, how long she can keep teasing before they start spamming for tits. You toss her into a collab and suddenly there’s this other girl on call who’s clearly not just there to talk about games. One moment they’re joking about some old anime that never had a beach episode, next moment they’re kissing on cam and grabbing each other’s tits like they’re checking if they’re real. Then you’re back in menus figuring out what “toy sponsorship” deal to accept, because yeah, brands want her to stick stuff inside herself on camera. Cute. The game really loves teasing. There was this one stream where she spends like ten minutes licking a popsicle and the chat’s losing their minds, and you’re screaming at your screen “just put something in your mouth already.” And when she finally agrees to a blowjob stream, the camera work goes stupidly intimate. Spit, choking, her trying to keep eye contact with the lens while her throat’s full, all that. It’s messy in the right way, and somehow the game still pretends she’s “reluctant” for about five seconds before she starts grinding the desk. I kinda wish the pacing was slower, more like a slow cook stew, but also the fact it jumps from “oops boob slip” to “full-on dildo show on cam” feels like a drunk party where nobody remembers how the clothes disappeared. The only thing that actually annoyed me was one tiny UI button being just slightly off-center and now I can’t stop noticing it. Anyway, yeah, Kuroi starts out being your sweet little streamer dream and ends up masturbating on camera just because the follower count stalled for a bit. Realistic, honestly.

Your phone is the real main character here. Not the guy you play, not the girls with the soft smiles and way-too-tight jeans, but that stupid little screen that never stops buzzing at the wrong time. You start with this cozy, slightly boring relationship, the kind where you already know how she takes her coffee and what porn tabs you keep half-hidden. It feels safe. Almost too safe. Then the messages start getting weird. Notifications pop up that are just off enough to make your stomach sink. A heart emoji from someone you barely remember. A photo cropped just a little too carefully. A chat thread with way too many deleted messages. You are not supposed to see some of this, and the game knows you want to.

The whole thing plays out like you are stuck between two chats at once, trying not to fuck everything up while also kind of wanting to. You switch between talking sweet to your girlfriend and flirting with someone you probably should not even be typing “hey” to. One second you are apologizing for being late to dinner, next second you are staring at a close-up of a huge ass pressed up against a mirror, trying to decide if you send a horny reply or leave it on read and pretend it never happened. The game likes to tease you with those little choices. Do you scroll further down the gallery and risk seeing something that will ruin your night, or put the phone away like a good boy and pretend the problem is not there. Obviously you scroll.

The cheating stuff is not just “haha, sex with someone else”, it is more like slow poison. Your guy reads a message, hesitates, lies about it in the next scene, and that small lie echoes later when she looks at you just a bit too long and says “you alright?” while her own phone buzzes face down on the table. There are AI-style CGs of her bent over the couch with her hair messy and her ass taking up half the screen, but the more you stare the more you keep thinking “who took this angle” and it stops feeling safe at all. One scene really hit: you are on voice call with your girl, she is telling you about her day, and in a side chat some other woman sends a bathroom mirror nude, wet skin and fat ass barely covered, with a tiny caption like “you thinking of me?” and the game just lets both conversations sit there at the same time, forcing you to juggle guilt and lust like some horny clown.

Sometimes the romance hits in a messed up way. There is this quiet late-night text where she admits she is scared of losing you, right after you spent five minutes scrolling a chat that makes it pretty obvious someone already had their hands on her. Or maybe they did not. The game is a liar and it enjoys that. You can be gentle with her, call her cute pet names, send selfies of your chest, and it almost feels wholesome… until you notice a tiny reflection in a glass door in one CG that looks like another guy’s shoulder in the background. Could be nothing. Could be everything. The tension is less “will I get laid” and more “who is fucking who behind whose back while everybody smiles and says goodnight”. And the wild part is, you keep pulling the phone back up anyway, swiping through chats like a junkie, hoping the next message hurts a little less or a lot more. Hard to tell which one you actually want.

You wake up in Eroselle with a hard-on, a shitty reputation, and zero clue how this world even works. Perfect combo. Everybody acts like your arrival is some bug in the code of reality: the King looks at you like trash, the Princess talks like she’s already bored of you, but the magic in this place wants to crawl under your skin. And yeah, that includes the girls. This is one of those worlds where the economy basically runs on tits and spells. You wander through this “proper” fantasy city and every alley feels like it’s watching you. Tavern girls with ridiculous hips bending too far over the tables, big-ass noble ladies pretending they don’t like being stared at, mages with robes that hide nothing when they lean down to “help” you study. The game pretends it’s about politics and war, then gives you a chance to grope a busty elf in a library corner because you picked the flirty dialogue instead of the “responsible” one. And the best part, the bodies don’t feel copy-pasted. One girl has this heavy, natural chest that jiggles when she laughs at you, another has that tight, perky pair that looks amazing when she’s on her knees, hand around your cock, teasing and stalling like she’s grinding XP out of your frustration. Animations are not perfect, sometimes the mouth-sync looks a bit cursed, but somehow that makes it hotter. Like weird porn you accidentally replay ten times.

The whole “goddess of lust” thing isn’t just flavor text. Your dick is basically your skill tree. You flirt, you grope, you eat pussy, you suck on those soft big tits, you let them stroke you slow with oil and whispered dirty talk, and you actually get stronger. Unlock a new power, go back to town, suddenly that shy witch who used to blush and run away when you complimented her ass now drops to the floor and starts licking the sweat from your abs after a fight. I had one scene where I’d just finished a quest in the forest and my health was low, and instead of using a potion, this cute healer girl drags me behind a tree and says she can “channel” extra energy through her mouth. Cut to her on all fours, face buried in my lap, slobbering and moaning every time I twitch in her throat, with those huge tits hanging and swaying under her. That was the moment I forgot there was even a main story. Then later I tried to min-max the romance routes like some nerd in a Google Sheet and the game went “nah” and locked me out of an option because I’d been too much of a slut with random NPCs. Slightly pissed me off. But then a new scene popped with a jealous princess riding me angry, biting my neck, calling me a pervert while grinding her fat ass down and telling me I belong to her. So whatever, I forgave it instantly. It’s messy, horny, sometimes goofy as hell, with that cheap fantasy humor where a magic spell backfires and suddenly you’re stuck in a bathhouse with three wet, naked girls and no towel, only your hands and your rising problem. Feels like the game is laughing with you, not at you. Or maybe at you. Hard to tell when your screen is full of bouncing tits and dirty whispered lines that actually sound like a real girl losing control, not some clean, polished script trying too hard to be sexy.

First thing that hit me with this game is how horny the whole “board game” frame actually feels once you’re inside it. You’re not just clicking scenes, you’re basically a pawn on this smug Game Master’s table, getting moved around a dungeon that clearly cares more about tits and teasing than treasure. Every square you land on is like a dare. One moment you’re planning your next “strategic” move, the next moment a monster girl with ridiculous curves is pressing you into the wall and asking if you like your face buried in big ass or big tits first. And the game lets you lean into being a bastard dom or just… melt. It really goes hard on that push and pull between dominance and submission, you can feel it in almost every encounter. Sometimes literally, like when you choose between slapping her cheeks red or letting her ride your face while she laughs at you.

The humor is pretty trashy in the best way, like a dungeon run written by that one horny DM who never got over their monster girl folder. There’s a lot of tongue-in-cheek jokes about crit fails and “rolling for stamina” while a clingy slime girl is jerking you off in three different ways at once. I actually paused to screenshot a scene where the GM basically mocks you for picking the “wholesome” route, then immediately gives you a “bonus” in the form of a monster girl who acts shy but has hands everywhere. Handjobs are everywhere here, but they’re not just copy-paste scenes. Sometimes it’s a casual “reward” on a safe tile, sometimes it’s you pinned down with her using your cock like a joystick while you pretend you’re still in control of the fight. Vaginal stuff hits harder when you’ve actually schemed your way into it, like when you’ve been edging through groping and spanking options and finally unlock a position that feels earned, not just thrown at you.

What I didn’t expect was how much the multiple protagonist thing would mess with my brain. One run I’m this cocky male hero trying to top every monster girl into submission, another run I’m a stacked female champion getting slowly turned into the GM’s favorite toy. Swapping viewpoints changes the whole flavor of the same board, but it’s messy in a good way. You get these strategy moments where you agonize over a tile that might level your character up or might just end with you on your knees, drool on your chin, while some smug demon girl rides you and keeps “accidentally” grinding your weak spot. Sometimes the female dom stuff sneaks up on you. You think you’re the one in charge because you picked all the aggressive options, then the scene flips and suddenly you’re the one begging while she laughs, spanking you like you’re the pet. The simulator vibe shows up in how you shape your role: do you become a cruel bastard, a submissive toy, or that chaotic mix who spanks her monster girls and then gets pegged metaphorically by the GM narrative two turns later. I kinda wish the board color was different but whatever, I’m still thinking about that one scene where a monster girl sits on your lap mid “battle,” guides your hand to her ass, and the GM just writes in a rule that you lose your turn unless you make her cum. I’m not even mad. Just annoyed that the sound for one specific tile is weirdly louder than everything else and now I can’t un-hear it.

This one feels like wandering into someone else’s horny sketchbook that accidentally became a game. You’re this guy stuck in a three-bedroom apartment that’s way too small for how much sex tension is inside it, and the whole thing plays out like a slow burn porn comic you keep clicking through on your phone when you should be checking emails. It’s all point and click, so you’re not here to min-max or whatever, you’re here to stalk around the rooms, poke at stuff, poke at the girls, and see what kind of trouble you can stack up. I liked how one moment you’re just lazily moving from the kitchen to the living room, and then a small choice, like a dumb compliment or a slightly pervy joke, suddenly flips the mood and she’s pushing you back on the couch, giving you that messy ahegao face while your hand is wrapped in her hair. It’s not subtle. It’s also not trying to be.

The apartment slowly becomes this little ecosystem of lust and drama. You flirt with one girl in the hallway, then five minutes later another one is on her knees in your room, drooling on your cock, and you know this is going to bite you in the ass but you still click “yes” because you want to see the internal cumshot animation one more time from that stupidly satisfying angle. The internal view stuff is honestly where my artist brain starts planning fanart. The game freezes you right at the moment your dick is buried all the way inside, and you see everything clench around you in a little cutaway, like those anatomy drawings, except here it’s wet, needy and very much alive. I kept thinking, ok, I’ll stop after this scene, but then I’d get curious how that shy roommate looks when she finally snaps and rides you with that over-the-top ahegao expression, tongue out, tears in the corner of her eyes, hands on your chest while she milks you with slow, focused strokes. It makes you want to redraw her from memory later, in Procreate or Clip Studio Paint, tweaking her expression so it’s even more ruined, legs shaking, maybe add a little smear of lipstick on your shaft. The animations aren’t perfect, sometimes a loop looks a bit stiff or a hand clips a boob in a weird way, and it annoyed me more than it should, but then she tightens around you during a blowjob scene and you forget it, just watching her throat bulge while her eyes roll back. The rhythm of the game is strange and kind of hot: click around, small talk, maybe a bit of story, then suddenly she’s jerking you off in the shower, water running over your shoulders, her fingers slippery with soap and pre-cum, and you’re staring at her face as she bites her lip and tries not to make too much noise. It’s messy, a bit trashy, full of those “oh fuck” little moments that stay in your head after you close the tab, like a half-finished drawing you keep wanting to come back to and dirty up some more.