Katya feels like that mom from every conservative suburb meme, the one with the tight bun and tighter rules, except here you actually get to watch that whole fake control thing fall apart in slow, horny motion. At the start she really believes in her own bullshit, all discipline and “proper values”, like she’s auditioning for some moral police show. House is clean, schedule is rigid, her body is basically locked behind years of repression and cheap underwear that screams “I don’t fuck, I fold laundry”. And then Emily starts poking holes in it. Not loud teenage rebellion, more like this smug, patient nudging. A little lie here. A half-truth there. “Oops, you caught me, guess you have to punish me.” You already know that “punish” won’t stay innocent for long, and the game absolutely milks that. It feels like watching a rope slowly tighten around Katya’s neck, except she keeps helping tie the knots herself.

What I liked is how it doesn’t jump straight to full-on degeneracy. First time Emily “accidentally” leaves something on her phone open and Katya sees it, the way her face changes, the shame and curiosity mixed, you kinda feel bad for her. Then two scenes later you’re watching her on the couch at night pretending to scroll Instagram while her hand drifts between her legs because her own daughter called her “cute when you’re angry” and you’re like… yeah ok this is fucked and hot. The corruption is very home flavored. Kitchen table tension, hallway “oops I walked out of the shower without closing the door”, “help me with my bra, mom, it’s stuck”. A lot of groping that starts as “checking if you’re dressed decent” and then the hand just doesn’t move away fast enough. The spanking scenes hit nice too, because Katya wants them to be discipline and Emily treats them like foreplay. There’s this one bit with Emily bent over the bed, pretending to pout, her ass up, Katya breathing too heavy, and the game lets the camera sit there way too long. That’s where it got me. Also, the little moments of voyeurism, like Katya spying through a cracked door and then pretending she just “came to check the light”. She lies so badly you can feel the wetness through the screen.

The game calls itself a kinetic thing so yeah, you’re not doing big brain choices, you’re riding the slope. Sometimes that annoyed me, because there’s a scene with Emily using a toy on herself while talking about “how lonely mom must be” and I was screaming at the monitor wanting to push it further or pull back, but the story just drags Katya along on its own rhythm. But that’s also the charm. She’s not really in control, and neither are you. Once the blackmail really settles in, the tone flips hard. Emily plays the sweet daughter card, then snaps into full dom mode with this calm voice that made me clench. Sexual harassment scenes are rough in a good way, like those moments where she corners Katya in her own bedroom and just… touches her. Casual hand on tit, thumb brushing nipple through the bra while talking about grades, or sliding fingers along her ass “just checking your outfit”. And Katya tries to keep her mom tone but you see the crack every time. There’s cheating stuff sprinkled in, like Katya remembering her “proper” life while literally riding someone she absolutely should not be riding, and the game doesn’t pretend it’s romantic, it just leans into the filth. Anal, oral, that “I shouldn’t like this” masturbation shame, stripping scenes where clothes feel more like dignity than fabric. Also, the lesbian tension between them is so obvious it’s almost funny: mother trying not to stare at her own daughter’s tits, daughter knowing exactly what she’s doing, sitting too close, whispering too close, pushing her to the point where “stop” sounds like “please keep going”. I kinda wish they toned down one or two “mom cries then gets horny again” moments, but also, no, I don’t, because that emotional whiplash is exactly why this hits. Katya is broken in the best, worst way, and by the time she’s the one initiating the spanking or begging to be watched, you’re already way too deep to pretend this is about morals anymore.

High Street on a Friday night feels like that horny fever dream you get after scrolling too much Reddit and forgetting to clear your history. CineRush is just a tiny cinema, but the game treats it like a messy little porn sandbox where everyone’s half working, half flirting, half pretending this is still about movies. You play the dude who somehow has keys to all the drama and all the panties, and yeah, you’re technically “on shift”, but we both know you’re here to click on every girl and see what happens when they think nobody’s watching. The air is full of popcorn, sweat, and bad decisions. It’s nice.

Becky is supposed to be your safe option, the long-term girlfriend, the “we know all the regulars by name” type. She’s got that clingy loyal vibe, like a tab that’s been open in Chrome for six months. She pretends she’s cool with everything, but the game keeps letting you push that line a bit more. You’re chatting up Lily behind the counter, Lily leans a little too close, laughs at your shit jokes, brushes your hand while pretending to pass tickets, and you just watch Becky’s face freeze for a second before she looks away. Tiny stuff like that hits harder than a straight-up sex scene. Then later you’re cleaning the hallway and suddenly Lily’s shifting her skirt in the security camera blind spot, teasing you like she knows you’ve already mentally railed her over the popcorn machine. And no one says “hey, this is a moral choice”, the game just lets it hang there. Ugly in a good way.

Chloe and Ella are the chaos pair. Chloe is the fixer, the one who “just wants everyone to get along” while low-key pushing you into risky shit. She’s the type to dare you to sneak into an empty screen with Becky, then conveniently send Lily in with a fake “manager needs you” excuse, letting your dick write the plot. Ella doesn’t even pretend to be subtle. She’ll bend over in the aisle while “picking up trash”, flash you just long enough that you panic-click the wrong thing like an idiot and miss the better path. One second you’re just taking tickets, next second Ella is asking how far you’ve gone with Becky, then suggesting you “test the seats in the back row” with her instead because, hey, research. The game loves these tiny point and click spots where you go “if I click this poster, is it just flavor text or does someone end up stripping behind it”. Half the time it’s just some dumb joke, half the time you stumble into a scene where the lights flick off mid-movie and someone’s hand lands on your crotch while the audience pretends not to notice. It’s horny cinema-staff roleplay mixed with party energy, teasing just long enough to make you swear at the screen when an auto-trigger interrupts a strip tease you worked like four decisions to line up. I still hate that one empty popcorn bucket in the lobby that looks clickable but does absolutely nothing. I kept poking it for way too long like a clown.

Nyvalis looks harmless at first, like one of those cozy fantasy islands from a chill JRPG. Then you realize it is basically a giant thirst trap built by a dying fertility goddess who is way too desperate to see some dick. You drop in as this guy who literally just died, no memories worth a damn, suddenly surrounded by women who haven’t seen a real man in generations and treat you like a mix of sacred relic, breeding tool, and slightly confused porn star. It feels a bit like if a hentai doujin and a low-budget fantasy VN had a messy baby on Patreon, with enough humor to stop it from feeling too serious while still going pretty hard on the whole “your cum might save our people” thing. The game knows exactly what it is: harem fantasy with a fantasy gloss, a lot of boob physics, and a main character who keeps pretending he’s overwhelmed while drilling anything the goddess points at.

The whole corruption angle is more playful than edgy. You start with these kind, almost holy priestess types and then slowly you push them into slutty territory, and they pretend to resist but their clothes keep getting shorter, their tits keep getting more on display, and pretty soon the “ritual blessing” is just you ramming them from behind in some temple while stained glass reflects on her huge ass. There is male domination here, but it’s the porn version: they beg, they tease, they act innocent, then you grab their hair, push them to their knees, feel that wet tongue around your cock and the game doesn’t shy away from showing the spit and the twitching. First time you cum in one of them the camera goes in close, you get that POV rush, her legs shaking, your cum leaking out while she clutches her belly because fertility goddess magic is doing its thing. Later, when pregnancy actually kicks in, it’s kind of wild how casual they treat it. “Oh, I’m knocked up now, we should celebrate” and your celebration is literally a titfuck on the balcony while she talks about “expanding the tribe” with your next load. I liked that. It feels like fan-service written by someone who actually watches hentai instead of just reading tags on F95.

I’m not gonna lie, the game is rough in spots. Some animations look great when you’re fucking a MILF priestess from a low POV, watching her tits bounce while she rides, but then another scene has three girls in a group sex ritual and suddenly one head is clipping through an arm and you’re like, “Ok, sure, we’re doing PS2 energy now.” I still replayed that scene, though. The group stuff is fun because they lean into the whole “village of desperate women” vibe: one girl is sucking you off while another strokes your balls, and a third is pressed against your back, whispering that the goddess is watching, and you kind of feel like a hentai protagonist who accidentally downloaded the harem DLC. One minor thing that annoyed me for zero logical reason: the way one of the girls keeps doing this half-laughing “teehee” sound right before you shove your cock between her tits. I don’t know why, it just pulled me out of it every single time and I kept waiting for an option to tell her to shut up and just squeeze, but nope, it never shows up. The transformation bits are a fun surprise too, like when Seraphyne tweaks a girl’s body mid-routine, giving her even bigger tits or changing her ears, and the scene keeps going as if “sorry, goddess just upgraded your ass” is an everyday thing. It feels dirty in that cosplay way, like trying on different versions of the same waifu. The humor keeps popping in at weird times, like you’re balls deep in a “holy ceremony” handjob, and the girl starts cracking a joke about you being the only guy alive who has to rest between rounds while the entire island is waiting for creampies. But that chaos is kinda why I kept playing; it never feels clean or perfectly planned, more like horny fantasy scribbles that somehow became a game, which honestly fits the whole fertility goddess losing her mind and dragging a dead dude across dimensions just so she can watch a village of big tit, big ass girls fight over his dick.

RapeCide looks like somebody took a normal cyberpunk city, forgot to pay the light bill for ten years, then filled the empty streets with every fucked up power fantasy they could think of and hit shuffle. You play as AJ, this engineered super cop girl who’s supposedly top tier lethal, all tactical gear and big attitude, and the game just keeps finding new ways to drag her through the mud. And not just “oops I fell into trouble” kind of mud. More like “mind control collar, public use, broken pride in an alley next to a flickering neon sign that says nothing good” type of mud. The story pretends it’s about retaking a derelict city, but very fast it turns into the city retaking you, your agency, your clothes, your holes, your everything. One moment you feel like a badass soldier in a ruined dystopia, next moment you’re naked on your knees, cum dripping down your big tits, being ordered to thank the guy who just slapped you so hard the camera shook. And then AJ still tries to stand up like she’s got anything left, which is weirdly hot and kind of pathetic at the same time.

Combat is turn based, but the sexy part is how the fight choices are just slow steps toward how badly things go for her when she loses. You pick skills, try to play smart, manage your status, and when you screw up, suddenly you’re pinned to a wall with hands everywhere, some thug laughing while he uses her throat like a toy and another guy works her ass with a toy that definitely didn’t pass any health inspection. The humiliation scenes feel less like “here is a reward” and more like “congrats, you misplayed and now your super cop is a drooling fuckdoll on the pavement.” I like that. Or maybe I don’t. The game kind of beats you up emotionally too. They play with corruption really hard: you get these moments where AJ could say no, push back, try to hold onto her cop code, or she can just lean into prostitution offers, let the blackmail stick, agree to some nasty contract in exchange for gear. Sometimes the “smart” way for the mission is also the one where she ends up on a stage, stripping while a crowd throws credits and someone in the back shouts orders that make her cheeks burn and her body obey anyway. And yeah, the animations focus way too much on drool. I noticed that. Couldn’t stop noticing it. The dev clearly has a thing about faces totally wrecked with spit and bukkake, like half the city is paid in facials.

What really got me though is how messy the power fantasy is. On paper it’s male domination central: guys using her like property, slapping her ass until it’s red, fucking her pussy and ass at the same time while someone else holds her hair and uses her mouth, filling her up and then watching the creampie leak as she wobbles in her boots. But then out of nowhere you meet women who are worse. There’s one scene where this high rank bitch in tight armor casually gropes AJ in front of her own squad, like “you’re mine now,” and AJ can’t do shit about it. She gets toyed with, spanked, forced to lick boots, and the whole tone flips into femdom in a way that kind of blindsides you. One moment she’s choking on some brute’s cock, next she’s chained kneeling in front of a woman playing with a vibrator on the lowest setting just to make her beg for more. I opened Discord mid scene to scream into a channel about how the writer is actually evil, then went right back in. There’s even a bit where you botch a tactical call, lose control of a zone, and the “punishment” is basically group sex in an abandoned checkpoint, with guards taking turns in her mouth while others spank and grope and laugh about the “mighty officer” reduced to a cum bucket. Somewhere in there is a romance line pretending to exist, but it keeps getting buried under spits, collars, and her slowly accepting that this city doesn’t want a hero. It wants a slave that still tries to stand up, even when she’s covered in semen and shaking from another rough orgasm she didn’t consent to but her body clearly did.

Lydia looks like that girl professors quote as an example when they want to guilt the whole class. Star student, polite, skirt the exact length the handbook wants, always with some heavy textbook clutched to her chest. First few scenes really sell that fake safe little routine: campus courtyard, library, neat dorm room with color-coded notes, her phone buzzing with reminders instead of horny texts. You can almost smell the stress sweat on her, and it’s not even sexual yet, just that tight feeling in the throat when you know one mistake will fuck up more than just your GPA.

Then the screw up hits. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge surprise twist, more like a slow, ugly slide. One bad choice, one bit of proof in the wrong hands, and suddenly this guy has her by the throat without touching her. That first blackmail scene in the empty classroom is weirdly quiet. No dramatic music, just her in that spotless school uniform, legs clenched, trying to stand straight while he leans way too close and explains how deep he can bury her if she doesn’t play along. There is no “are you sure” button. The novel just keeps going, and you are dragged with her.

What hits hard is how the sex starts small and mean instead of epic. A forced handjob under a desk while another girl presents at the front of the room, his dick pressed in her hand, her face a frozen mask. A “study session” that turns into him groping her tits while she tries to finish a worksheet, his fingers digging into soft flesh, thumb circling her nipple through the bra until she gasps and then he mocks her for it. Her first time is not candles and romance, it is him pushing her down on the cheap dorm bed, one knee between her thighs while she keeps whispering that this isn’t what she wants, and he reminds her of those screenshots. The camera loves her ass and tits, but it never lets you forget her eyes.

It escalates in that sick, logical way power always does. One blowjob in a locked storage room becomes sucking him off in a car parked just off campus, windows fogged while he films every second on his phone. Her “punishments” flip into “tasks.” Wear the skirt shorter. No panties this time. Sit at the front row while he messages her instructions, like “spread your legs a bit wider” and “touch yourself during the lecture.” There is this brutal little scene where he makes her unbutton her blouse in the faculty restroom, bra pushed up, her big tits spilling out while he slaps them and calls her his personal exhibition piece, snapping pics to send to his buddies. She tries to hold onto her “good girl” thing, repeating to herself that this is just to protect her scholarship, her family, her future, but the game keeps chipping away.

Group stuff comes in later, not as a surprise kink, more like a consequence. He “shares” her in some club backroom, her on her knees, mascara running while a line of guys use her mouth. One grabs her hair, another squeezes that round ass so hard she flinches, someone else spanks her and laughs when she jolts. There is this sticky, messy bukkake scene where her school uniform is ruined, shirt soaked with cum, white splatters in her hair and on her cheeks, and he tells her to walk back through campus like that under a coat, no shower, just shame sticking to her skin. Later, when he starts sending her to fuck random men for cash, it hits different. She is still a “virgin” in her head, clinging to the idea that she only lost it to him, pretending the prostitution thing is just business, not identity. The game quietly disagrees.

The humiliation is constant but not one-note. Sometimes it is physical, like spanking her ass red in a stairwell where any student could walk in. Sometimes it is smaller, like making her flirt with a teacher while his hand is crammed between her thighs, fingers teasing her pussy under the skirt, her trying to form normal sentences. There are moments where she is clearly wet and hates herself for it, breathing hard while some guy finishes inside her and pulls out, cum dripping down her thighs, and she has to pull up her panties and go back to “normal.” She slowly learns that “no” comes with a price. Say no and he leaks something. Say no and he drags someone she loves into the threat. Say yes and she gets praised like a pet. The corruption here is less about magical corruption and more about that small voice inside changing from “this is wrong” to “maybe I deserved this” without you even noticing which scene did it.

On the surface it is just another kinetic porn story about a busty schoolgirl being turned into a toy. Big tits, big ass, a uniform that spends more time on the floor than on her body, oral, anal, creampies, all the menu items. But under that, there is this itchy discomfort, especially when she starts volunteering poses before he even tells her, bending over a desk, pulling her panties aside by herself, forcing a smile while guys jerk off on her face. I liked that, and also hated it. Sometimes the game feels too honest about how control works. Sometimes it is just horny as fuck, like when two guys grab her, one shoving his cock in her mouth, the other lining up behind, and she is pinned between them, gagging and moaning, breasts bouncing while he pounds her from the back until she squeals and he spills inside her raw. Then class goes on. Library opens. Life pretends to be normal again.

You can play this on your phone browser while pretending to check Telegram or Reddit, thumb tapping through scenes, one hand under the desk. It fits that secret vibe. A dirty little story about a girl who thought she could keep her world clean. Turns out cum stains are harder to wash out than she planned.

Horny trivia brain here, and this thing feels like someone smashed a dating sim into a porno quiz where the right answer is always “yeah, I'll watch that too”. You start out in this school vibe where everyone pretends to be all pure and innocent, but the game is just waiting for you to poke around and catch them doing filthy shit when they think nobody’s watching. One girl acts like the perfect virgin honor student, blushing if you even say “kiss”, and five minutes later she’s on her knees in a deserted classroom, drool on her chin while she tries to deepthroat a guy she swears she “doesn’t like like that”. Another scene, you’re peeking through a half open door at a so-called tutor session and the “lesson” is very clearly a slow, sloppy handjob under the desk while the teacher pretends nothing is happening and keeps writing on the board. Of course the game lets you sit there, watching that hand move faster and faster, like you’re the world’s creepiest proctor.

Strangest part, the sandboxy structure actually works with the horny quizmaster in my head. Your brain goes: “Alright, who’s getting stripped today?” and the game basically goes “correct, here’s the shy girl losing her clothes piece by piece because she lost some stupid bet”. Skirt tossed over the chair, bra hanging from the ceiling fan, panties pulled down to her knees, and she’s still trying to cover her big tits with these tiny shaking hands. Half the fun is that you pick which route to click next and it feels like you’re jumping between channels on Pornhub, but every channel is the same messy group of people fucking up their lives in different ways. One guy’s romantic route looks all sweet at first, hand holding under the table, tender kisses behind the gym, then suddenly you’re watching his girl riding someone else’s huge cock in the locker room while he’s searching the halls for her. Game even lets you decide if you wanna see that kind of betrayal or just pretend she stayed loyal and only sucks your dick in the bathroom stall, trying not to moan too loud because there’s a teacher outside.

It is pretty funny how often the camera lingers on asses though. Big asses everywhere. Bending over to pick up a dropped pencil, to “look for something” in the locker, to pretend they didn’t notice you staring. One black dude shows up and the whole mood changes, like the game is whispering “pop quiz: how much can she take?” and suddenly the petite girl who was scared of just kissing is getting her throat used like it’s some kind of warm toy. He grabs her hips, her ass jiggles, and you can tell she’s way out of her depth, but she keeps going, probably because you pushed her down that path six clicks ago. Sometimes you swap between different protagonists and that actually confused me at first, because I thought I was still the same guy when I walked in on a blowjob scene… then realized I was now the dude getting cheated on, not the one being sucked. That little punch in the gut is kinda hot, kinda annoying. Also the text speed in one scene is weird as hell and I kept trying to click past one line that just refused to go away, like it was taunting me. But hey, the animated thrusting looks good enough when you finally get to full on vaginal, thighs slapping, her tits bouncing all over the place, and she clings to whoever it is like this is the only dick she’ll ever need. Which is obviously bullshit, because three scenes later she’s grinding on someone else while pretending she was “saving herself”. Peak school romance energy right there.

Lucio’s whole life is basically tits, cards, and terrible business decisions, and the game just throws you in the middle of that mess like “yeah, good luck, boss.” You’re this guy who somehow owns a brand new casino and has no idea how to not fuck it up. Every choice you make swings between “professional owner” and “degenerate perv” and the girls react to that. The casino feels like your hunting ground and your prison at same time. One minute you’re pretending to care about revenue and poker odds, next minute you’re staring at a redhead dealer trying to remember how to speak because her shirt keeps slipping lower every time you raise the bet. It’s very much a visual novel brain, so you’re clicking through dialogue, watching CGs pop up, choosing lines that range from smooth to “wow, I should be arrested for saying that.” The humor is stupid in a good way, like the game is constantly winking at you. It knows you’re here to see big tits and big asses bouncing around the poker tables, and it doesn’t try to be high art or some shit. The AI CGs sometimes look a little too clean, like the girls are models in some weird casino catalog, but that actually kinda works with the parody vibe.

What I liked most is that the “romance” is horny as hell but still feels like a slow burn, especially if you’re the type who plays solo and reads everything like it’s your personal soap opera. Teasing is the main dish here. Girls lean in close, whisper bullshit in your ear, bend over to pick up cards, pretend they don’t notice your eyes are stuck to their cleavage, then pull back right before you think “ok, now we fuck.” Clothing disappears step by step. First jacket, then the tight shirt, then the bra just slightly moved so you see the side of the nipple in one CG, then next scene she’s sitting in your lap in only panties talking about “raising the stakes” and you’re like yeah ok I guess productivity is dead today. I had one scene where I kept winning at poker against this stacked redhead, and every time she lost she had to remove something. The way the camera slowly goes lower, from her smug face to those heavy tits squeezed in a bra that’s absolutely losing the war, to her ass pressed against the chair, was way more exciting than just “here’s full nudity in 2 clicks.” And at the same time, sometimes the transitions between scenes are really abrupt, like you go from joking to almost sex in a single text box and it feels like the script skipped a page, but then she cracks a dumb joke about your “poker face” and it somehow fits again. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s half-romance half shameless strip show, and the whole casino feels like it exists only so Lucio can surround himself with a mini harem of big tit redheads and other walking distractions while pretending it’s all about the cards.

You wake up in this cold metal coffin, brain still full of weird cryo dreams, cock already half hard for no good reason, and the first thing you hear is your ship AI calmly telling you the entire Tau Ceti system went silent fifty years ago. No welcome back party, no fancy sci-fi bullshit speeches. Just you, a crew that looks way too hot to be statistically realistic, and a mission brief that screams “we’re all fucked” between the lines. The game doesn’t waste time pretending this is some noble heroic space epic. It’s more like: “Hey commander, everything beyond this door might be hostile, corrupt or horny as hell. Also you really need to keep morale up. Use any tools you have.” And yeah, they mean exactly what you’re thinking. Sometimes even more.

The tone flips in a fun way. One moment you’re walking through dark corridors with only emergency lights on, convinced something is watching from the vents, tension crawling on your skin, then suddenly your second-in-command starts stripping in the med bay because “skin-on-skin contact helps circulation after cryo” and she says it with a straight face. She’s got this insane body, big ass that barely fits in the standard-issue uniform, tits that look… honestly they look like a violation of the Proxima engineering budget. You’re doing a full psychological evaluation and it turns into her sitting on your lap, grinding slow while still talking about chain of command and mission protocol. You’re half listening to the horror story about what happened to the last expedition and half lost in the way her uniform slides down, nipples hard in the cold recycled air. At one point she starts stroking you under the desk while asking if you’re “mentally stable enough to lead.” Answering that form with your dick in her fist is a special flavor of fucked up that the game leans into really hard.

Sex scenes feel like they belong to the stress. Nobody is “romantic”, they are needy, scared, pretending they aren’t. One of my favorite bits is this oral scene in the observation deck, stars drifting by so slow it looks like a painted wall. She gets on her knees between those massive observation windows, jokes about giving the void a show, then opens her mouth and you forget there might be actual monsters waiting out there. She takes you deep, drooling, gagging a little, eyes locked on yours, then when you unload she absolutely refuses to spit. Just looks up, swallows every drop, then casually licks the tip like she’s cleaning a lab tool. After that she snaps right back into mission talk, wiping her lips and briefing you about the blackout like this is a normal staff meeting. The contrast between “I'm full of your cum” and “by the way, we might be the last humans alive in this system” hits harder than any jump scare.

The male domination angle is there, but not in a corny porn way where everyone just instantly worships you. You have authority by rank and the game milks that. You order a crew member to strip because you “need to check for cryo burns”, run your hands along her skin, grip her throat lightly to see her reaction, push her against the bulkhead and fuck her raw while she’s half moaning, half begging you not to forget the actual mission. There’s a scene where you use a toy on her in the lab, just to “test the effects of micro-vibrations on post-cryo muscle tension”. Total bullshit excuse, but she plays along, strapped to a chair, legs spread, toy humming inside her while readouts blink in the background. When she finally creampies herself on the toy, thighs shaking, you’re the one who gets to decide if she licks it clean or you just shove your cock into that overstimulated pussy and finish the job with a messy creampie of your own. And in the next scene she might casually bring up that you’re running low on rations and someone has to volunteer for a high-risk EVA. The game is good at making you horny and slightly guilty at the same time, like you’re jerking off in a haunted spaceship.

What sells it for me is how the horror and the humor keep cockblocking each other. There’s this one gag where the AI deadpans some stupid meme-level line right as you’re about to cum from a rough handjob in the engineering bay. She’s jerking you with oil-stained fingers, muttering how she needs “stress relief” before checking a failing reactor, and the AI chimes in with a safety warning so out of place you actually laugh mid orgasm. It undercuts the seriousness, but in a way that feels real, like people trying to stay sane while they’re one broken bulkhead away from getting spaced. And sometimes the horror takes over completely. Long, quiet walk down a cargo corridor, lights flickering, you hear what sounds like breathing that isn’t yours. No sex, no jokes, just that slow burn psychological shit that reminds you this is still a thriller, not just a porn slideshow. I opened one of the locked doors expecting more tits and toys, got something else, and for a minute I just sat there staring at the screen thinking “ok, maybe everybody fucking all the time is actually the healthiest thing on this ship.”

Also, tiny thing, but it annoyed the hell out of me: one character’s hair clipping through her collar during a really intense scene pulled me right out of it, and then I spent the rest of that scene half focused on her mouth, half staring at that stupid floating hair like a maniac. I never got over it. At least the swallowing animations are on point.

A horny little mess of a game, but in a good way. You start as this very not-heroic guy poking around a warped version of old Greece that looks like someone mashed up a horny mythology book and a Justice League fanfic on Reddit. One minute you’re talking about gods and temples, next minute you’ve got Wonder Woman chained up in what is basically your private sex dungeon, pretending this is all part of some “grand plan.” It pretends to be about strategy and influence, but honestly it’s mostly about how fast you can turn heroines into obedient toys while the game smiles at you like, “yeah, you’re the bad guy, and?” That tone really worked for me. The story acts serious for like three lines, then you’re lining up an anal scene with a legendary amazon and it forgets all about morals.

On phone it actually feels weirdly natural, like a horny text sim that got out of hand. You’re in this loose sandbox where you juggle money, reputation, and girls you’ve broken, and you hop between locations: some temple here, some shady base there, maybe a seedy alley where you catch your next victim in costume. There was this moment where I dragged a certain famous amazon down from her pedestal, literally, by stripping her piece by piece while she still tried to talk about justice. First she’s spitting insults, then your hand is in her hair and she’s on her knees swallowing your cock like she owes you back pay. The transition from proud warrior to cock sleeve feels slow in a good way, but suddenly you’re hitting “titfuck” and “creampie” options and wondering how the hell you got here so fast. And the game doesn’t explain half the mechanics. I just clicked things until she went from “I’ll kill you” to “yes, master” and somehow that felt right for this kind of parody. There’s one tiny UI icon in the corner that keeps wiggling and I still don’t know what it does. I hate it. I will never look it up.

What surprised me most is how often the scenes escalate without repeating the same boring porn beats. One time I forced an amazon to do a slow, humiliating strip in a dusty Greek hall, torches on the walls, her armor dropping one piece at a time. You can choose to just watch and jerk off like some lazy god, or you can walk up, grab her wrists, and turn it into a rough handjob against a pillar while she tries not to moan. Another run I focused more on oral stuff, pushing Wonder Woman to “serve” you on command, mouth open, cum dripping down her chin while she keeps her crown on, like a twisted homage to her superhero look. There’s vaginal, anal, the usual menu, but the fun part is when you mix it with the slavery aspect. Order her to clean up your mess with her tongue after a creampie, then send her back out pretending to still be a champion of justice. The game keeps tossing little sandbox hooks at you, like “send this heroine to work” or “keep her in the cell,” and sometimes nothing happens, sometimes you come back and she’s masturbating in her chains because you broke her too far. Also, the sound is almost nothing and I still wish there was just a tiny sloppy blowjob noise, but whatever, it’s not changing. At least it lets you be a complete bastard in this fake Greek parody world and nobody opens a moral speech balloon over your head.

The first thing this game did was make me check my webcam, honey. Not because it needs it, but because I felt way too much like I was actually on some shady set with bad coffee, fake smiles, and one very real hard-on. You’re this dude who’s supposed to be “professional” during a nude photoshoot, and I laughed at that from the start. Professional where? On Pornhub comment section? You walk in like, “I’m here to work,” and five minutes later you’re mentally measuring how much fabric you can convince a model to take off without getting slapped. It’s all about these tiny choices, tiny moves, little puzzle bits where your brain and your dick are fighting for the same controller, and the dick is winning but pretending it’s about “art.” Sure, Jan.

What I liked way too much is how the game keeps throwing you situations where nothing technically happens and still you’re sweating. Like you’re adjusting a light, trying not to stare at this huge ass that looks like it has its own gravity, and the game is asking: do you move her pose, do you compliment her, do you pretend you saw nothing, do you “accidentally” brush your hand along her thigh. You know exactly what you’re doing, she knows exactly what you’re doing, and both of you are acting like this is all normal, just work, totally fine. One model is this older woman with that soft MILF confidence, the kind that looks right into your eyes while slowly unhooking her bra, and you get that little puzzle of how far you push. Tell her she looks gorgeous and she warms up, but push too horny too fast and she shuts you down. It’s like edging but for conversation. And also for tits. Enormous ones, by the way. Every time I thought “ok they’re done,” another pose had them spilling out more, nipples just about free, like they’re about to introduce themselves.

The teasing is brutal in a fun way. You’re not just clicking through scenes, you’re juggling ego, modesty, and “whoops, my hand slipped.” There’s this one moment where you have to decide whether to help a model out of her tight dress. You can stand there pretending to be polite, or you can grab the zipper and feel that curve under your fingers. The game absolutely knows you’re staring at her ass while it happens. Sometimes she lets you get away with a little groping disguised as “balance,” sometimes she moves just enough that your fingers press right into her. And there you are, trying to pick the right dialogue so you don’t lose the vibe. Some choices feel like a puzzle where the answer is “how horny can I be while still sounding like a professional photographer who maybe reads Reddit and not like a guy who jerks off to stock photos on Shutterstock.” The art leans hard into curves, big tits pushed together while she pretends she’s just checking the pose, a flash of areola here, a full-on strip there, sometimes she’s blushing, sometimes she’s like “oh, you like that view?” And I swear, one angle of her bending over a chair looked exactly like that meme “accidentally dropping something in front of the camera.” My only real complaint is one tiny UI thing that annoyed the hell out of me for no reason, and then I forgot what it was because I was too busy zooming in with my eyes like some pathetic thirsty bitch. But whatever. The game lives in that warm, sticky place between trust and “are we about to fuck on this backdrop or nah,” and honestly, that’s exactly where it should be.