You start as this nobody in a school full of assholes, basically wallpaper that can hold a bag. People bump into you in the corridor and don’t even say sorry, teachers misread your name every single time, and the only time anyone looks at you is when they need a free note from last lesson. Then the game quietly puts this “tool” in your hands. No tutorial, no glowing button, just a weird interface, some profiles, and the feeling that someone is watching you from behind the screen. It looks almost boring at first, like some cheap chat app or a bad school portal, and then you send one message and the story flips from “sad nerd” to “oh shit, I can actually break people.”

The fun part is how much of it lives inside text and your imagination. You are not walking around with WASD or anything, you are sitting in your room, reading and typing, going through chats with classmates, teachers, that weird girl everybody calls a freak, the thot who lives on Instagram, the strict class rep who pretends she hates attention. The game lets you poke inside their heads, first gently, then deeper, then way too deep. You use pressure, little lies, blackmail, secret pics, their own kinks they try to hide. One moment you are just convincing a girl to send a “harmless” selfie after school. Next moment you are telling her exactly how to touch herself while she tries to keep her voice down because her parents are in the next room. The writing is so casual it hurts. No big description of “her luscious curves” bullshit, just things like “her hand shakes near her skirt as she waits for your next message” and your brain fills the rest.

Sometimes you play the big dominant asshole, pushing them to call you “sir” or “master,” making them kneel in the empty classroom they thought they locked, forcing them to write “I am your slave” fifty times instead of homework. And then the game flips and throws a girl at you who is way more broken than you are. She reads your messages like you are the toy, not her, and you realize you walked into her trap. There are scenes where she orders you to describe your own kink in detail, mocks your hard-on through the screen, then uses your own fucked up fantasies to turn you into the obedient one. She’ll tell you to put your phone on speaker, pull your cock out and stroke only when she texts “go,” punish you when you slip, and it feels unfair because you thought you were in control. I loved that. I hated that. No, actually I loved that. The whole “mind control” thing is not just hypnosis magic, it’s the way text can slowly twist someone’s brain, and the game is kind of rude about how easy it actually is. You blackmail a shy girl with stolen screenshots until she agrees to meet in a dark classroom, hands on the desk, ass out, and when you finally slide your hand under her panties and make her jerk you off with those shaking fingers, you realize she isn’t just scared, she is getting addicted to obeying.

There are some nice AI-style images popping up here and there to glue the fantasy to your brain, but they never explain why one girl’s hair suddenly looks slightly different from another angle and it annoys me every single time. Also the phone notification sound is slightly off, like some cheap Android clone, and it drove me crazy, but I never muted it anyway. You go from reading stupid school gossip to ordering a girl to record herself choking on a dildo in the school bathroom, and then later she casually sends you a pic of her wearing her uniform with the shirt open, collar pulled up like a leash, pupils wide like she’s high, waiting for your next command. The game often pretends you have this big “moral choice” but we both know you are here to corrupt everyone, including yourself. And it works: by the time you have one girl calling you “owner,” another one blackmailing you right back, and a third one begging you in private chat to make her your personal pet so she doesn’t have to think anymore, you’re not really sure if you’re the villain, the victim, or just the pervert sitting behind the keyboard, grinning at a bunch of text boxes like it’s the most important thing in your life. Which it kind of becomes, at least while the game is running.

This one feels like somebody took a messy fantasy tabletop campaign, spilled porn all over the character sheets, and then just said, “yeah, that’s the game now.” You start by poking through a surprisingly flexible character creator, pick male or female, fiddle with little stats you only half understand, and suddenly you’re a half naked adventurer waking up in a world where every bush, inn, dungeon and swamp has at least a 50% chance to want to fuck you. It’s all text, but the writing actually sells it when you run into, say, a smug lizardman guard who starts out just frisking you for weapons and somehow ends up with his claws digging into your hips while he breeds you full of hot cum. Or you laugh at the idea of a “horny mushroom grove” and ten minutes later you’re bent over, dripping, getting filled in both holes by thick, slimy tentacles while your character is trying and failing to sound offended. The tone jumps around a lot. One moment it’s standard fantasy “go talk to the blacksmith,” next moment he is jerking you off behind his shop with those rough, calloused hands and threatening to spank you if you keep teasing him with your mouth and then pulling away before he finishes. It has that slightly awkward, horny teenager energy, but in a good way, like someone actually having fun instead of trying to write a sex novel.

Where it really got me was the combat and how it bleeds into the porn. It’s simple turn based stuff, you pick between regular attacks or different “tease” options, and at first you’re like, okay, hit the wolfgirl with a sword or wiggle my hips at her, sure. Then suddenly you’re in a fight where you keep flirting just to see what happens, her lust bar pops, and the whole thing flips into a scene where she pins you to a rock and you’re riding her cock while she bites your neck and snarls into your ear. Same thing when you lose. A random group of bandit monsters knocks you down, your HP hits zero, and instead of just “game over,” you’re on your knees with one of them in your mouth, others lining up behind you, balls slapping your ass as they take turns filling you with messy creampies. I had one run where my male hero got so used as a camp slut after losing a fight that every time I went back near that road, the text remembered it and the same guys grabbed him again, treating him like their personal cumdump. It’s fucked up and hot and a little funny because the narration will casually mention how the locals are starting to whisper about you, and NPCs change how they talk depending on how much of a whore you’ve been in that area. That’s probably my favorite bit, actually. I was doing “serious” quests with a pretty straight face, helping a town with some monster problem, then later that night I sneak behind the tavern, jerk off with a big furry bull guy who makes me swallow his load, and the next morning the barmaid suddenly has new lines about the smell on my breath. Tiny stuff like that makes the world feel weirdly alive even though it’s just text.

Not everything is comfortable though, and I kind of like that it doesn’t pretend to be. The game absolutely loves throwing all kinds of bodies at you. Furries, lizardmen, werewolves, tentacled things that don’t even try to be human looking. Sometimes you’re giving a slow, messy blowjob to a soft, shy foxboy, playing with his balls until he squirms and paints your tongue with cum. Other times it’s full on rough male domination, your character getting pinned down, spanked until their ass stings, then used for deep anal while they moan like a slut and can’t stop clenching around the cock inside. There are scenes where you get to be the one in control too, shoving someone’s face into your crotch, forcing them to lick you clean after you finish, or grabbing a monster girl by the horns while you pound her pussy until she squirts. Or going down on a smug witch in her tower as “payment” for a quest, your lips and chin wet while she sits on your face and rides your tongue, then lazily jerks you off with one hand until you shoot all over her thighs. The gay content hits hard, by the way. One quest dumped me into a group scene in a cave where a bunch of male creatures took turns on every hole I had, one holding my head, another slapping his cock against my cheek, more lining up behind. It was filthy and long and I honestly forgot what the original quest even was. What annoys me is that the inventory UI sometimes feels like it was made during a hangover, the log scrolls a bit weird on mobile Chrome, and there is this one line about a character’s eye color that changes between scenes and now I can’t unsee it. But then I’m back in another encounter, teasing some proud knight, and end up with his dick in my hand, stroking him slow while he groans and calls me names, then shoving him into my ass while the text goes into way too much detail about how it stretches. By the time I’m crafting potions just so I can stay awake longer for more nighttime encounters in the forest, I kind of stop caring if a sentence is clunky here and there. The world remembers that my hero is a cum-stuffed disgrace or a smug top, the monsters react, the towns gossip, and I keep finding new ways to get fucked, or to fuck everything that moves. It feels dirty in that “I’ll just open it in a private tab on my phone” way, which is exactly what I wanted.

You slip into this game as the new professor at Beacon and the whole thing feels kind of wrong in a way that makes it hard to stop reading. It’s not shy about what it wants: you, a smug older guy with too much authority, and Ruby, older than in the show but still with that clumsy puppy energy, stuck in your classroom while you slowly bend her into something filthy. The whole thing runs on text, so there is no fancy distraction. Just words hitting you, one after another, like a slow hand creeping up a thigh. The writing starts playful, almost harmless, with dumb jokes and parodies of school rules, and then suddenly you realize you’re several choices deep into blackmailing this girl over one embarrassing incident in the training hall.

There was one scene where you “help” Ruby with her combat stance. It begins like normal tutoring, legs apart, hands on her hips, small corrections. Then the teacher voice in the text softens and turns very personal. The script pays a lot of attention to little sounds: her armor clinking when you press her against the desk, the soft “ah” when you grope a little too high, the tiny wet click when she swallows her nerves along with your threats. No need for audio, you can almost hear it anyway. And when she finally drops to her knees for “extra credit”, the text slows down, sentence by sentence, describing the way she breathes against your cock, the messy saliva strings, the muted gagging. It lingers just long enough to make you feel like a creep, then cracks a joke about grades, like it wants you to laugh at your own corruption. I kinda hated that. And liked it. Then hated that I liked it. The pace is strange like that: some scenes rush right to the good stuff, then later a simple spanking session in your office drags on forever, each smack and whimper stretched out until you feel the heat of her ass on your own palm.

The domination side is not gentle. She starts shy and stubborn, but it doesn’t take long before you’re shoving her face into the desk, pulling her hair while you push inside her, reading her humiliation thoughts in these short, guilty inner monologues. You get moments where she tries to act tough, where the humor pops back up and she cracks a joke while your hand is down her panties, but then one line cuts through, like her realizing she is actually wetter when you insult her. That part stung more than any fictional bruise. The game leans fully into male power fantasy, from groping in crowded halls, to secret anal “lessons” after class, to forcing her to masturbate for you while you just watch and grade her form like it’s homework. Sometimes the text repeats certain actions again and again, like the writer forgot they already described how tight she is, but somehow it fits the sleazy, obsessive tone. It’s messy, too horny to be elegant, full of teasing and rough sex and stupid little asides, like your character complaining about paperwork in the middle of making Ruby choke on him. And yeah, the whole school setting, the blackmail, the way her innocence gets peeled off scene by scene, it all feels like reading a dirty fanfic at 200% intensity, where every new “lesson” is just an excuse to drag her a little deeper into your bed, and her shame sounds louder in your head than any battle in the original show ever did.

Esterium feels like somebody’s horny D&D notebook that accidentally grew into a browser game, and I kind of love that it’s still rough around the edges. You get tossed into this messy fantasy world with a body you pick yourself: big-dicked futa amazon, soft trans mage, stacked barbarian girl with tits that look like they’d knock her off balance, or just some unlucky dude who wandered way too far from home. It starts simple, mostly text and some 3D-ish character shots, but the way the game talks to you has this awkward charm. One moment you’re reading about rusty swords and trading junk, next moment the description suddenly spends three lines on how your cock twitches under your armor, or how your nipples brush the inside of your leather top when you climb over a ruined wall. It’s a bit inconsistent, but in a kind of “oh, a real person is writing this while horny and tired” way that feels weirdly honest.

There was this moment where my futa barbarian was barely strong enough to leave the starting area. I thought, fine, gonna grind skeletons like usual. Instead of a big hype combat, the game just quietly lets you bonk a skeleton to pieces with a rusty axe and then spends more time describing the sweat on your abs than the actual fight. I was like, ok priorities understood. Then later I rerolled as a female mage, wandered in the wrong direction, and ended up in a forest that felt way too empty. Just birds, vague paths, some herbs, nobody to fuck, no monster girl jumping out of the bushes. I actually got annoyed, left the tab open, went to scroll Twitter on my phone, came back, and only then noticed I had missed a clickable option in the text. Suddenly, bam, you meet this monster girl with claws and soft curves, and the game flips from “standard fantasy exploration” to “she pins you to a tree and smells your fear before deciding she’d rather smell your arousal instead.” There is no smooth transition. It’s like the writer forgot they were making an RPG and remembered “oh right, porn” halfway through the paragraph.

The sex so far is short, but it hits specific buttons. There’s this focus on size, on how heavy your tits feel when you run, how your cock strains against your gear when a merchant leans over the counter and you get a hint of cleavage. It’s not super poetic, more like horny forum roleplay with slightly better grammar. Sometimes the pacing is just weird: a whole careful explanation of basic trading, then suddenly one sentence like “her tongue traces the vein along your shaft” and you’re like, wait, we’re doing this now? I like that you can be any of the three main body flavors and the world mostly reacts to your genitals instead of treating it like a big identity lecture. You’re a futa or trans type? Cool, here’s how your underwear feels when you walk, here’s how monsters grab you by the hips and test your “endurance” in a way that has nothing to do with hitpoints. I wish the combat and leveling were less prototype and more “I’m scared to fight that demon because she might absolutely break my back in the fun way”, but also, if they ever polish it too much, it might lose that sleepy, horny energy it has right now. It’s like catching a kink game at that stage where it’s still shy and a bit clumsy, but you can already see it wants to drag you into a dark alley and see how much your character can take before their legs stop working.

You wake up in this soft, sugar-sweet all-girls academy where everything looks clean, polite, kind of like those mobile romance apps that pretend to be wholesome while everyone is secretly dripping with horny energy. You’re the new assistant teacher, which already feels wrong, because the way some of these students look at you is not “Sensei please help with homework” and more “Sensei I absolutely want to ruin your life with my thighs.” At first it feels like a normal school day: you walk the halls, talk to the girls, check their work, act like a responsible adult. Except their smiles are just a little too shiny, their memories slip a bit when you ask simple questions, and sometimes a girl says something that sounds like she already fucked you in a scene that never happened. It’s like your brain has save files you don’t remember making. One girl clings to your arm and calls you by a pet name you’re sure you never told her. Another one knows exactly what you’ll say before you say it. The romance here isn’t slow burn, it’s like someone already burned it once and you’re watching the leftover smoke.

The fun part is when the flirting starts feeling like déjà vu porn. You flirt with a shy class rep in an empty classroom, her hands shaking while she tries to confess some “secret.” She says this is her first time, but her dialogue feels weirdly polished, like she’s reading from a script she’s read a hundred times. You grab her waist, push her against the desk, her skirt rides up, and you get this strange sting in your head, like you did this exact scene before with different lighting. You keep going anyway, obviously. Her panties are damp, she’s biting your name, and for a second the whole background glitches and then snaps back. She acts like nothing happened and you’re the only one left breathing hard, wondering if this world is just looping your dirtiest choices. It’s horny, yeah, but also a tiny bit creepy in that “I should probably close this tab but I won’t” way. Sex scenes hit that mix of soft and filthy: girls that moan like good romance heroines but they’re also begging to be choked a little, or to be praised like they’re your perfect student while you rail them over the teacher’s desk. There’s one scene in the nurse’s office that goes from tender to absolutely feral the second the door “accidentally” locks and she asks you to check more than just her temperature. I got distracted staring at the little UI buttons during that scene because they don’t match the tone at all, they look like they belong in some cutesy otome, and it annoyed me more than it should. Anyway, the more you chase the girls and unlock their routes, the more the whole fake-school vibe breaks apart, like a horny dream that starts to remember it’s a nightmare. You’re supposed to guide your students, but half the time it feels like they’re luring you into repeating something you already did, like they’re trying to drag you back into old saves where you made worse choices. And the messed up thing is, the game kind of makes that feel hot.

Tokyo doesn’t feel like a hometown here, it feels like a hungry animal that wants to eat your time, your money, and your dick at the same time. You come back after Miami, all “fresh graduate, big dreams” and boom: dead dad, shitty boarding house, mountains of debt, and a bunch of hot women orbiting your life like they just smelled fresh meat. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep art. It’s straight up “live, grind, fuck, repeat” but somehow it hits that lonely horny brain spot, like scrolling Tinder and then opening Pornhub because no one replied. You run around the city, trying not to pass out from low energy while deciding if you want to be a responsible adult or just shove your face in every pair of tits that appears in a cutscene. Spoiler: I tried the responsible route for like ten minutes. Then a certain “landlady type” showed up with those soft moans and that fake innocent voice and suddenly I “forgot” to pay off debt and spent my last cash chasing a creampie scene.

What gets me is how normal it can feel at first. You’re just working shifts, checking status bars like Energy, Satiety, Hygiene, Fun, clicking stuff like a zombie, listening to the voiced lines and thinking “ok, it’s just a sim, chill.” Then a JAV looking pornstar model pops on screen in that censored style, moaning in Japanese while you make her choke on your cock, and your brain melts a bit. I had one run where I was trying to keep everyone sort of happy, like a fake wholesome harem, and next thing I know I’m groping someone on public transport, getting away with some very wrong shit, and that corruption curve just sneaks in. First she blushes. Then she starts grinding back. Then she’s begging to be filled and you’re checking if you have enough Hygiene to go another round. And yeah, there’s incest flavor here too, the kind that makes you stare at the monitor for a second and go “ah fuck it” and click anyway. Don’t pretend you won’t. One scene you’re just chatting, next scene there’s a handjob under the table, next it’s full-on oral, cum dripping, censored pixel bar wiggling like crazy, and you tell yourself “I’m only doing this route once” and then absolutely don’t.

It calls itself a dating thing but you know how dating apps are: technically about love, realistically about who you can fuck before your battery hits zero. Same vibe. You can chase career stuff, grind your position, build income, try to act like a grown-up, or you can just care about unlocking every filthy animated scene with every girl, stacking them like trophies. I had this moment where I was completely broke, hygiene in the gutter, fun bar empty, didn’t even have enough money to eat, but I still chose to stalk another cutscene because I knew it would end with her on her knees, drooling on my shaft. Quality priorities. Some of the harassment stuff is just pure trash behavior, like, if you saw that in real life you’d report the dude, but here you mash the button and watch her slowly turn from offended to addicted. Corruption done in that slow, dirty way, where “no” turns into “only the tip” and then you’re fucking her raw and dumping a creampie inside while she tries to keep her voice down. It’s messed up, but that’s kind of the point. And in between all that sex, you’re still brushing your teeth in-game, watching your Hygiene stat, like some weird responsible pervert. Makes sense somehow.

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.

Dirty little war story, that is what this feels like. You’re this guy, Hidu, ex-soldier, merc now, and the world doesn’t give a shit whether you survive or not. City is rotten from top to bottom, nobles throwing money and bodies around like it’s Tinder Gold, and under that there is this whole mess of beastfolk, horny cult types with horns everywhere, and a lot of asses that probably shouldn’t be as fuckable as they are. It reads like somebody mashed a grim fantasy novel with Pornhub search history and forgot to clean their browser after. Text hits you first, quite a lot of it, more like sexting with a crazy ex who also knows how to worldbuild. Then the illustrations pop in and you go “oh, ok, that fox girl actually has ridiculous tits” and you lose the thread of the political intrigue for a second.

Controls are simple, choices on the screen, you poke around like in a sandbox, only instead of Minecraft blocks you’re rearranging who gets tied up and who gets fucked. Sometimes you walk around the port, visit some shady bar, try to act like you care about missing enforcers, and suddenly you’re balls deep in a chained-up futa wolf who could probably break your spine if you slip the tongue wrong. There is this one scene in a warehouse, I swear, where I meant to just interrogate a captured spy. I picked the rough option, thinking “ok, light intimidation,” and five clicks later I’m slapping this curvy catgirl’s ass, collar around her throat, making her beg to take it in the ass too. The game lets you slide from “I’m a professional mercenary” to “I’m the daddy you hate to love” without really putting a line there. Felt a bit like when some guy in my cam chat tips extra and suddenly the roleplay gets darker than I planned, but I kinda enjoy it anyway.

I like that Hidu is not written as some awkward virgin fantasy loser. He knows what he wants, he can be a real bastard, but not always. You pick if you break someone or tease them, and sometimes the text hits this nice brutal honesty like, “yeah, he’s doing it because it turns him on, not because it’s noble.” Kind of refreshing. But then, once or twice, the game acts like you had some huge character arc and I was like, when? I just spent ten scenes railing a goat-horned futa in every hole she has and calling her my pet, don’t pretend I’m suddenly noble hero. And there is a tiny thing that annoyed me: the text boxes sometimes scroll at weird moments, cutting a sentence where I really wanted to sit with it, like right when it describes sliding into a tight ass or when she finally stops fighting the rope and melts. It’s small, but my brain fixates on that more than on who is killing all those enforcers. Plot is there, sure, war, gangs, some big storm coming, whatever. I kept getting distracted by whether the next scene would let me stuff both pussy and ass in the same chain of choices or if I had to pick. Also, furry stuff: if animal ears and tails make you wet, you’re going to be happy, the game doesn’t treat them as a joke. Some of these girls, and a couple of those futa “girls”, are absolute meat. Thighs like they could crush your skull, tits that probably break armor, and you topping them anyway, choking them out gently or not so gently, reading the lines and thinking “yeah, this writer has seen some dark Pornhub categories too.” And then out of nowhere, there is like three paragraphs about the city smell and the broken cobblestone and merc guild politics and I found myself skimming, then feeling guilty because actually it’s pretty decent, then immediately skipping again when the next anal scene appeared. I’m not proud. Actually I am. Whatever.

Everyone tells you college will change your life. In this one it changes before you even unpack your damn suitcase. You’re this clueless freshman, half horny, half anxious, dragged into a house party hosted by Devin, the kind of guy who somehow knows everyone on campus by day two. The place is the usual student chaos: solo cups everywhere, some shitty playlist on loop, people grinding in the kitchen for no reason. And right in the middle of it, someone pulls out a bottle and suddenly the whole night turns into one long “how far will you go if everyone’s watching” test. Nothing hardcore at first, just little dares, stupid teasing, that slow, annoying build where you keep thinking “ok now someone is finally going to take something off” and then they chicken out. Or you accidentally click the “wuss” option because your finger slipped on the phone screen and now the whole room is laughing and you kind of deserve it.

The game feels like you’re poking around a messy Instagram story you can actually control. It’s point and click, yeah, but it’s more like reading horny chat logs that suddenly turn into choices you’re not ready for. You creep through rooms, find people alone on balconies, half-dressed in bathrooms, making out in dark corners, and you get that voyeur vibe going strong. Like that moment you walk in on two girls arguing over a dare and one of them is already topless, arms crossed over these huge tits that the artist clearly loved way too much, and you’re just standing there pretending you were totally looking for the fridge. The game lets you lean into that creeping, makes you peek around doors, hover your mouse where you shouldn’t, check a mirror to catch reflections of someone stripping in the other room. It’s a “no actual sex yet” kind of ride, but they push groping and grinding and clothes coming off so close to the edge that you’re basically begging the story to misbehave. There’s romance too, in that messy party way: you flirt with one girl, tease another, accidentally walk in on some interracial couple making out on the couch, and the game just shrugs like “you want to join or what.” And then suddenly it’s asking you to choose who you really want to impress, even though you kinda want them all, because harem brain hits fast when you’re a horny freshman with zero real-life experience and too many options.

What I like is how the text keeps clowning on you. You choose the “smooth” line and the narration throws shade like “wow, you really said that.” The humor is dumb, self-aware, a bit trashy, and the AI CG girls somehow look both cute and a little uncanny at the same time, which accidentally fits the whole awkward college vibe. Big asses in tight jeans, short skirts that are just waiting for some drunken exhibitionism dare, that one shy girl who turns into total chaos when someone suggests stripping for “equality,” and the way the game slowly corrupts your choices. At first you play nice, you’re empathetic, you worry if someone is uncomfortable. Later you’re clicking on options like “keep staring” and “touch her ‘by accident’” and pretending you’re still a good guy. You’re not. You’re the dude who learns the timing of the bottle spins to aim it at the girl you want to undress, the dude who checks the patio window just to catch someone grinding in the dark. It’s messy, horny, text heavy, more teasing than payoff, like one very long party that never quite ends in a bedroom, but you stay anyway because every new spin of the bottle might finally cross that line you want it to cross. Or maybe you just want to see who drops their clothes next. Same thing.

Distance porn hits different when the whole game is literally just you, her, and this shitty little chat window that somehow ruins your evening in the best way. You play the guy who went away for work, but honestly it feels more like you’re trapped inside a horny Telegram thread where every choice is either “be a sweet husband” or “poke at something you’re not sure you wanna see.” It starts innocent enough: she sends a pic of her dinner, you joke, you flirt, it’s soft, kind of warm. Then the game quietly starts asking, ok, what if she dressed a little more slutty for you, what if she told you about that coworker in more detail, what if you encouraged her just a little. The whole thing is text and photos, no map, no walking around, just you constantly picking replies and waiting for that next photo like a degenerate refreshing WhatsApp. When she sends the first slightly risky selfie, low light, maybe bra strap showing, your brain goes “oh yeah, it’s starting” and at the same time “shit, am I really gonna push this?” Of course you push it. That’s the point.

The chat is where the game feels nasty in a good way. Some answers are super tender, like you’re writing cringe romance from high school, and some are just filthy, like “yeah, show me more, but maybe let him see too.” And yes, I said “him.” There’s this slow poison in how the messages are written: her stories about daily life start including this guy more often, casual mentions, tiny hints, like when she says “he helped me carry something heavy” and you get the option to laugh it off, get jealous, or do the worst thing and say “you should tease him for me.” When you hit those provocative options, it’s not instant porn. It drips. A hand on a shoulder in a photo. A dress that’s too short “by accident.” A mirror selfie where you know someone else took the picture, but she pretends not to say it. The AI-like art has this glossy, slightly uncanny vibe that weirdly fits the mood, like these are pictures she shouldn’t be sending to anyone, not even her husband. Sometimes a hand looks a little off or the background is weird and you’re like “ok, that plant is illegal in three countries” but your eyes are glued on her nipples anyway, so whatever. I had one run where I tried to keep it pure, picking all the loving answers, being the perfect guy, and somehow it felt even dirtier when she still slipped you that suggestive pic “just for fun.” Not sure if the game is judging me or if I’m just projecting.

There is a point in the middle where the pacing kind of drags, like the game knows you’re here for the fucked-up voyeur stuff and still makes you talk about laundry and groceries for ten screens. It’s realistic, yeah, couples do that, but my dick didn’t care about the price of tomatoes. I almost closed the tab, but then she sends this grainy bathroom mirror shot, just a towel, wet hair, and a tiny reflection of someone behind the frosted glass. Might be nothing. Might not. And suddenly those boring messages feel like set-up. The writing leans hard on that “did she mean that?” feeling, especially when you choose the more permissive replies and she starts asking things like “you don’t mind if I dress sexy around others, right?” or “would it turn you on if someone looked at me the way you do?” You can steer it into straight-up cheating or keep it in that twisted fantasy zone where you’re the one pushing her to the edge while pretending your hands are clean. The game doesn’t pop up a disclaimer or scold you, it just gives you more pictures, more suggestive framing, more texts where she sounds confused and horny and a little too excited to share details. Porn wise, it gets explicit, no teasing fade-outs: tits, pussy, cum, awkward angles like she really snapped them in a hurry. Some scenes feel like they were made to be screenshotted and saved in a hidden folder, others look messy in a surprisingly honest way, like drunk sexting that went too far. By the time another man’s presence in those photos stops being just “maybe” and turns into “ok, that’s his hand for sure,” you’re not even shocked, you’re just scrolling, choosing answers, and quietly asking yourself when exactly you lost control. You probably never had it.