City of Broken Heroes feels like somebody took a Marvel movie, made the guys squishy and weak, then said “ok, but what if every woman was horny, pissed off, and had zero HR department.” It starts almost normal: you land in this neon freakshow of a city, confused, dick out, no clue how anything works. Then a seven foot tall “hero” in latex and armor collar-checks you with one hand and you realize: alright, I’m a chew toy here. The whole thing is this mix of sci-fi and magic and bdsm where you’re officially a slave, unofficially the pervy glitch in the system who doesn’t stay in his cage.

What I like is how the game makes you feel fragile and dangerous at the same time. Men are biologically weaker, so yeah, women toss you around, sit on your face like it’s a chair, use you as a dildo tester, all that. But once you start picking up these illegal powers and gear, you kind of become the city’s worst customer service complaint. One night I was sneaking through an alley to spy on one of the heroines, got caught by her twin bodyguards, and instead of a normal fight it turned into this “punishment session” where they test different toys on you between turn based combat rounds. You win the round, you get a chance to flip the table and fuck them against the wall. You lose, they edge you with handjobs and oral until you’re begging and they just laugh and walk away. I hated it. I replayed it three times.

The sex itself is very explicit, but it always feels tied to the power imbalance and not just random porn spam. One “training” scene has an older heroine, proper milf energy, using you like a stress ball while she reads reports. She sits in her huge chair, pulls your head between her tits, strokes you with lazy fingers, then without even looking at you tells another girl “see, this is why you keep men on a short leash.” Later, when you finally get strong enough, you crash her raid, blast her shields in combat, and the rematch is you pinning her, fucking that big ass into the desk while she swears she’ll collar you again. She won’t. She totally will, the game loves to remind you who runs things here. Half the fun is that whiplash: one scene you dominate a squad of monster girls, filling them one by one, creampies dripping while they worship your “hidden potential.” Next scene, a different heroine throws you on the floor, sits on your cock, rides you raw, creampie, then snaps a pic for blackmail and makes you clean her boots with your tongue. And you keep going back to that part of town anyway. That’s the vibe.

You win some bullshit promo lottery on your phone, tap through the spam, and suddenly you’re on this tiny island where every woman looks like she escaped from some horny artist’s sketchbook. Huge tits, perfect asses that jiggle when they walk, bikinis that are basically suggestions, not clothes. It feels like a bad ad you’d see on Pornhub, but then the game actually lets you walk around, flirt, mess up your lines, try again, push a little more, and the girls actually react instead of just being click-next dolls. One moment you’re on the beach pretending to care about her “hobbies”, next moment she’s pulling your hand to her chest, squashing your face between those ridiculous boobs, and you’re thinking “ok yeah, this is not subtle at all”. And then it gets even less subtle when she drops to her knees, opens your fly and starts a slow, shiny blowjob that’s fully animated, tongue and spit and all, and you’re kinda impressed the devs spent time on how her lips stretch around the tip instead of on the menus, which look like they were made in PowerPoint by a drunk uncle.

It plays like a dating sim that got horny and lost its shame, but in a good way. You pick dialog, you choose where to go, and somehow every decision leads closer to someone’s clothes ending on the floor or “accidentally” on the sand where everyone can see everything. There’s this one girl who keeps pretending she’s shy, hiding behind a towel, then “forgets” to tie it properly and you catch a full view of her pussy when she leans over. The game actually lets you stare, of course, and the camera doesn’t even pretend to be respectful. You can just sit there looking at her big ass, watching the animation loop of her shifting weight, cheeks bouncing slightly, and she calls you out for staring but doesn’t move away. Later, when you finally get her alone in a bungalow, she climbs on top of you, lines your cock up with her pussy and rides until you explode inside her, and you see the cum leaking out in a close-up that’s almost too much, like “ok dude, I get it, you like creampies, chill”. I didn’t chill, by the way.

The island is small but the game keeps finding excuses to throw dirty situations at you. You sit at a bar and some chick with massive tits asks if she can “use your lap as a seat”, then pretends to adjust herself until your dick is lined right up under her. There’s a stupid mini-massage thing at the spa where your “hands” definitely spend more time on nipples than on muscles. One scene that stuck with me is when you sneak around some bushes at night, and the game doesn’t even pretend you’re not a perv. You find two girls playing with a vibrator under the moonlight, one of them lying on a beach towel, legs wide, fingers digging into the sand while the other presses the toy inside her, then pulls it out slick and shiny. You can just watch, listen to the moans, see her tits bouncing every time she jerks, and then the game gives you the option to “join in” like you’re ordering another drink. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like the game jumps from slow teasing footjob, her toes sliding along your shaft while she grins at you, straight to full-on titfuck where her giant boobs wrap you up and you cum all over her face and chest in the next scene with barely a line in between. But whatever, it’s porn logic. There’s even little bits where you catch girls masturbating alone in their rooms if you show up at the “wrong” time, like one lying on her stomach, grinding on a pillow, moaning into it while the camera basically crawls between her thighs. And then three clicks later she’s acting like nothing happened, which makes no sense, but by that point your dick doesn’t really care about lore.

Dirty Fantasy feels like someone took your Pornhub search history, your old Witcher saves and half of r/LeagueNSFW, threw them in a blender and said “yeah, fuck it, that’s the story now”. You play as this very self-aware male protagonist who is clearly written by someone that thinks he’s a macho god, but somehow it kind of works. One moment you’re chatting with Ciri like you’re on Telegram trying not to sound horny, next moment you’re accidentally agreeing to a threesome with Jinx and Vi and realizing you absolutely clicked through that dialogue too fast. It has this weird energy where all the girls already look at you like they’ve read your browser history and decided they’re cool with it. The world hops from Witcher-style tavern vibes to Piltover streets to some creepy tentacle dungeon that feels like somebody spent too much time on certain Doujinshi apps, but it never takes itself serious, and that’s the charm. You just bounce around, flirt, screw up, then screw, in that order or not, depending how drunk you click.

Sex scenes are the real meat here, shocker. It goes all in: vaginal, anal, oral, titfucks, toys, proper dripping creampies, soft stuff, rough stuff, and of course tentacles that show up exactly when you think “they wouldn’t actually do tentacles, right?” Ahri doing slow, teasing oral like she knows she’s the main event, Caitlyn trying to stay all proper while you rail her from behind, Katarina acting like she’s in charge right until she’s on her knees, Ciri climbing on top like this is some weird crossover mod you forgot you installed. Some scenes are straight-up group chaos, like when Jinx brings “friends” and suddenly you’re in full orgy territory, bodies everywhere, cumshots stacked on top of each other, that kind of animated loop you end up watching three times because you keep catching some new detail in the background. Animations are not perfect, sometimes a hip moves weird or a hand clips somewhere it shouldn’t, but honestly, with a dick in a mouth and a tentacle in places you’re not proud to admit you like, who’s counting pixels. The one thing that annoyed me for real is how long it sometimes takes to actually get to the next sex scene, like you’re stuck in a tease loop while the story pretends it matters. But then Ahri bites her lip, or Vi pins you to the wall, or Ciri asks if you can “go again” and suddenly you forget you were mad at all. It’s messy, horny, a bit trashy, sometimes funny on purpose, sometimes funny by accident, and feels exactly like opening three incognito tabs at once and letting them bleed into each other until it’s just you, a bunch of big tits from different universes, and zero regrets.

There’s something oddly satisfying about watching Monica lose her grip - like seeing a queen forget her crown in the middle of a party and pretending she doesn’t care. The game doesn’t beg you to like her, which makes it even better when she starts slipping. I didn’t expect to get so hooked on her attitude, that smug smile before everything goes downhill. It’s not even about the sex at first (though let’s be real, you don’t play this kind of thing for philosophy). It creeps up on you, the way she looks at herself in the mirror after the first time she crosses one of her own lines. I kept thinking, “nah, she won’t go *that* far,” and then she does, with that lazy smirk like she’s been planning it all along.

The voyeur stuff hits harder than I thought - it’s not just some random camera angle, it feels meaner, like the game’s winking at you while she pretends not to notice. There’s this scene where she’s supposed to “teach a lesson” but ends up bent over a desk getting spanked instead, and the sound design there is too good. Like, uncomfortably good. Tiny details: the breath hitch, the crack of palm on skin, that stutter in her voice. I laughed right after, not sure if it was hot or pathetic. Maybe both. The sandbox part almost ruins it though - you wander around too much, trying to trigger scenes, and half the time I was checking my phone mid-dialogue because nothing was happening except her chewing someone out. And yet when the corruption bits kick back in, it’s like an entirely different game. You forget how slow it felt two minutes ago.

I don’t even know why I liked the lesbian arc as much as I did. Probably because it felt softer, less performative. Or maybe because the other girl looked genuinely into it - rare thing in these games. There’s this one moment with a toy, some teasing, and then Monica laughs in a way that’s half humiliation, half relief. It’s stupidly human. I almost wished they’d ended it there, but then came the blackmail twist and suddenly everyone’s dirty again. Somehow that’s exactly what I wanted.

You close your eyes in your boring bedroom and open them in the kind of fever dream only people who stayed too long on hentai subreddits would recognize. Floor’s not even yours. Gravity feels slightly drunk. There’s a catgirl kneeling on your chest like you’re furniture, tail flicking over your mouth while she argues with a floating robot about whether you count as “property” or “partner.” She’s wearing this half-assed cosplay mashup that looks like someone tried to mix maid uniform with battle gear and gave up halfway. She keeps “testing” your reactions. Fingers tracing your crotch through your pants, nails dragging just a bit too slow, telling the robot to record your pulse when she gropes you. She keeps saying it’s “for science” but she’s grinding on your thigh while she says it, so yeah. Science with nipple clamps and a collar.

The game plays like some horny sandbox dating sim that drank too much sci-fi and shonen anime. You wander a weird city that looks medieval if you squint, until a neon sign pops up over an elf brothel and ruins the illusion. There’s monster girls tending stalls and they all look at you like you’re a walking virgin buff. Some of them actually say it. Out loud. One big-titted cyclops girl literally bets you she can make you cum from a handjob without letting you thrust at all, and the game actually locks your inputs and makes you watch her smug face while she squeezes and strokes and slows down right before your bar hits full. She spits on your tip, smirks, denies you on purpose, and then asks if she can tag you as a “denied client” in her app. I swear it felt more humiliating than losing in ranked on Valorant.

What really messed with me was how often the world pretends sex is just another stat. There’s an elf matron who checks your “breeding potential” like she’s scanning a QR code, talks about your balls like they’re gear in an RPG, then drags you behind a curtain and mounts you slow, riding you raw while lecturing you on proper thrust rhythm. She keeps squeezing her pregnant belly against your stomach, milk leaking down on your chest, telling you this is your “future” if you keep signing slave contracts without reading them. Then, same game, you’re in a dirty alley watching two girls in cosplay dom gear spit on a chained-up maid and use her face for practice. One sits on her nose, the other pinches her nipples till she squirts all over the ground, and you don’t even get to join unless you agree to be collared too. The childhood friend with the short hair finds out later, pins you in the wrestling ring, sits on your face and rubs herself all over your mouth while punching your stomach lightly every time you try to breathe, calling you a perv and making you say whose slave you want to be. She keeps pretending she’ll let you cum if you answer “correct,” then pulls away right when you’re twitching, laughing in that half-cruel, half-affectionate way that makes your brain melt.

Group scenes happen so casually it almost feels wrong. You walk into a bathhouse and suddenly there’s a harem of different races arguing over who gets your cock first. One girl wants anal, one wants your mouth, one just wants to milk you with her tits. They line you up, use your body like a shared toy, switch places without asking, and the camera just lingers on wet skin, dripping cum, drooling mouths. A robot hovers overhead and records everything for “research,” again, but secretly you find that same recording in your room later and, yeah, you end up jerking off to your own humiliation. Sometimes the game makes you just watch. A lesbian dom scene behind a glass wall, another girl getting spanked till her ass glows red, then shoved full of a dildo while she cries and smiles at the same time. You can’t help. You can only stare. And worse, the UI tracks how long you watched, and some characters tease you about it later like they saw your browser history. Not gonna lie, some of the animated ahegao faces look stupid as hell, tongues flopping like broken gifs, but then one of them starts squirting on your abs while begging for more and your brain just forgives everything.

I kept wishing they’d at least let me change one stupid tiny thing, like that ugly default collar you get tagged with in the early slave arc, but no, it stays in every sex scene for hours, mocking you quietly. You go from shy virgin to the guy who’s creampied an orc, an elf, a catgirl, and something with too many tentacles, and still that same cheap collar sits on your neck, reminding you you’re never fully in control here. It’s messy, horny, mean, sometimes sweet by accident, like when the pregnant catgirl curls around you in bed, leaking milk on your chest and purring while you lazily finger her and she tries not to moan too loud. Then she ruins the moment, calls the robot, and asks it to replay earlier footage of you getting pegged so she can laugh at your face while you cum again inside her. This whole world feels like that: one long, sweaty joke on you that somehow keeps you hard anyway.

Guy gets killed, goddess feels a bit too soft in the head that day, and suddenly he is respawned in a fantasy world where every moral rule is more suggestion than law. That is basically the frame here: second life, male protagonist, zero experience, gets dropped in a setting full of monster girls and very little clothing. The funny part is how the game pretends to be about “adventure” at first. You walk around, talk to NPCs, click through the usual quests, but after like ten minutes the real loop is clear: wander into some new area, meet some big tit demon girl or thick-ass elf, get railroaded into a situation where she either wants to own you, fuck you, or both. Often all three if you count mind control as a different category, which the game really, really does.

The tone is weird in a good way. The goddess at the start comes across like she is doing charity work, but the world she sends you to is completely horny and mean. You are supposed to be this clueless virgin hero, except half the “quests” end in your dick in someone’s mouth, tits, feet, or pussy. The first time a monster girl puts you on your back and titfucks you while talking about turning you into her personal slave, the game just casually tosses a little dialogue pop up like “Corruption +2” and moves on. No big lesson, no moral, just “yes, you liked that.” Later you hit a brothel with animated scenes where the camera actually spends time on hands jerking you off and heels pressing on your chest while she rides you. At one point you are being milked between thick thighs while the UI reminds you of some heroic main quest you are ignoring completely. I laughed, then clicked “repeat scene.”

What I keep circling back to is how the harem side and the cheating side bump into each other. The game absolutely encourages you to collect girls like Pokémon, but it also slaps “loyalty” on some of them, then gives you mind control tools and expects you not to push it. There is this one scene where your main “good girl” is waiting in a temple, talking about faith and destiny, and you are off in a cave letting a giant-ass lamia wrap you up and stroke you off with her tail, whispering that the goddess only revived you so her pets have something new to break. You get a vaginal scene with her later where she rides you into the ground, calls you her hero, then right after that the game gives a route to make her your obedient slave with a few clicks and a cursed item. It is hot, but also kind of nasty in how casual it treats that shift. And yeah, everyone is huge: big tits everywhere, asses that swallow your hips when they sit on you, animated loops that focus on the little things like toes rubbing your shaft before the footjob actually starts. My academic side wants to rant about power fantasies and consent politics in hentai fantasy worlds, but my horny side was just happy the transitions between scenes are fast and the MC actually talks like a guy losing his mind from constant sex rather than a stoic light novel zombie. If you want to squeeze something out of every spicy moment, best way is to take it slow on first run, say “yes” to the scenes that feel wrong, “no” to a few on purpose, then come back with a walkthrough later and break everyone properly.

Guy shows up at dad’s fancy house, expecting awkward family reunion, gets hit with “oh yeah, dad got deployed, it’s just you and his insanely hot girlfriend now, good luck.” That’s literally the whole vibe. No slow warm-up, no big drama, you just drag your suitcase in, she opens the door in this tight top that looks like it’s two sizes too small for her tits, smiling like she’s trying to be “responsible adult” while those things are practically their own characters. The game leans into that tension hard. She acts motherly, but it never feels like a real mom. More like that porn-logic mix of MILF, roommate, and boss all in one, and the camera knows exactly when to sit behind you so you’re just staring at her ass when she walks up the stairs. I kept thinking “ok, chill, she’s just helping you unpack” while the game is out here zooming in on her bending over, panties peeking, like it’s a live strip show that isn’t supposed to be one.

What really works is how much teasing they throw at you before actually giving anything. She walks around the house in these shorts that eat her ass, picks something from a high shelf, shirt rides up, underboob just there, and the scene just ends. No orgasm, no big payoff, just blue balls and a save screen. She “accidentally” walks into your room in a towel. She forgets the towel is barely tied and it slips a bit, nipple almost out, and she pretends to be embarrassed but never fully covers up. There’s this one moment where she sits close on the couch to “talk about your feelings” and your point of view is just her cleavage filling half the screen, her hand on your thigh, thumb moving just a little bit higher each line of dialogue. Nothing actually explicit happens right away, but you can feel the game pushing that line, like “you gonna look away or nah.” And of course you don’t.

Later on when it does go explicit, it doesn’t suddenly turn into soft romance. She takes control. She knows you’re staring, she knows you’ve been jerking off thinking about her, and she milks that. The first time she goes down on you, it’s not some sweet loving blowjob, it’s her pinning you with her eyes while your cock is in her mouth, hand gripping your shaft like she owns it. There’s one titfuck scene where she makes you hold her breasts together while she moves, talking absolute filth, calling you out on being a perv for watching her in the shower earlier, and it feels like she kept a mental list of every time you peeked. The game loves voyeur stuff too, little scenes where you see her stripping through a cracked door, or she’s “changing clothes” in front of the mirror knowing full well you’re behind her pretending to look at your phone. There’s groping, grinding, her sitting on your lap in those tight yoga pants while pretending to help with “home stuff,” and she always has that slightly smug look, like she’s letting you have access because she decided you earned it, not because you got lucky. It’s messy, horny, and very much that fantasy of being trapped in a house with a thick, bossy MILF who acts like your guide in life while making you hard every five minutes.

Sunshine Bay feels like the kind of place your dick and your conscience go to fight each other. You start as this junior law guy with a “serious future” and a serious girlfriend, Nicole, who’s hot in that smart professional way, but honestly, once you hit the bay she turns into more of a guilty background tab, like a Chrome window you’re too scared to close. Your sister calls you after years apart, begging you to help her keep her hotel alive, and that hotel is where everything quietly goes to hell. One minute you’re learning the ropes of bookings and handling annoying guests, next minute you’re getting your cock teased by a girl who has no idea she’s about two decisions away from a creampie on the lobby couch. Or she knows. Hard to say. People in this game smile with that “I might suck you off later” look and it works way too well.

The sex is filthy in that slow burn way. It doesn’t just throw you into tits and ass in the first five clicks, it crawls under your skin. You’re chatting with a guest about religion over morning coffee, she crosses her legs, sandal slipping off her heel, and two choices later you’ve got her toes wrapped around your shaft under the table. Footjob with the sound of seagulls in the background, like some cursed ASMR. Another path you’re helping a married milf unpack her bags, and she bends at just the right angle, blouse a bit too loose, tits spilling just enough for your brain to shut down. Titfuck in a half-unpacked room, her whispering that her husband doesn’t touch her like that anymore, and you’re just there trying not to cum too fast because the game lets you drag it out. There’s lesbian tension sneaking around too. One moment you’re catching two female guests kissing in the hallway, soft and careful, and if you play it right it turns into a three way where you’re almost an afterthought while they focus on each other, tongues, fingers, the whole thing dripping in front of you while you stroke yourself like a pathetic fanboy.

The twins are what really mess things up. They show up like sunshine with knives. Cute, playful, that “we finish each other’s sentences and maybe your soul” energy. They flirt as a pair, they tease as a pair, one grabbing your hand while the other presses her body against your back in the pool, their wet hair on your shoulders, asking these fake innocent questions about how “serious” Nicole really is to you. And if you give in, it’s not just one pussy, it’s mirrored chaos in your bed, one riding your face while the other sinks down on your cock, moaning in almost sync, and you just know you’re crossing a line you can’t explain on WhatsApp later. There’s interracial scenes tucked in, like this dark-skinned goddess at the bar who dominates the whole place without even raising her voice, and when you end up in her room she pushes you down and takes control without asking, handjob turning into a rough blowjob, her lips shiny, making you hold back until she decides you earn the creampie. On mobile it hits different, by the way, because you’re sitting there on the couch pretending you’re checking Instagram while the screen is filled with animated mouths on your cock, tongues sliding over the tip, your “moral choices” boiling down to whether you pull out or paint someone’s insides. Your sister keeps trusting you. Nicole keeps sending sweet messages. And you keep clicking that one option you know you shouldn’t, just to see who ends up on their knees next.

Mythos feels like somebody smashed together a late night crime podcast, a horny anime parody and that weird urban legend subreddit you scroll on your phone when you should be sleeping, then sprinkled way too many tits on top and said “yeah, this is fine”. You pick if you’re playing as a guy or a girl right at the start, and it actually matters, not just in “pronoun changed, congrats” way. Some scenes twist a bit depending on your body, who stares at you, who you can seduce, whose hand “accidentally” lands on your ass in the train when the lights flicker and the supernatural stuff leaks through. There is this first big moment where you’re at Lisa’s memorial, staring at a photo of your ex who got murdered in some fucked up way nobody wants to explain, and two completely different types of people hit on you almost at the same time: a smug cop with that “I’m totally abusing my badge” vibe, and this soft spoken girl with huge tits spilling out of a tight uniform that should absolutely not be legal in a public place. The game doesn’t stop to tell you “this is a choice”. It just lets you go horny detective or horny victim or both and quietly tracks who you want to bend you over later.

Sex is not just “reward unlocked, here’s generic bouncing”. You’re running around this fake-modern city where vampires are landlords, tentacle things hang out in dark alleys like drunk ninjas and one busty elf professor keeps “tutoring” you after class, squeezing your thigh while talking about mythology like she isn’t about to slide under the desk and wrap her lips around you. There is a scene at a cheap business hotel during a “vacation” that is not really a vacation. You’re supposed to investigate, but instead you spend half the night pinned against the balcony railing by a frustrated MILF who is technically someone’s wife and technically not human and technically doesn’t give a fuck. She rides you slow while the neon signs below blink and you can choose if you pull out or let her take every drop and feel that messy creampie drip down her inner thighs while she laughs and calls you a good little snack. Later the same day, basically in the same clothes, the story casually throws you into this awful netorare-ish angle where you watch through a half open door as a different woman you got close to is getting pounded by some supernatural asshole with a cock way bigger than yours. The game lets you peek, or walk away, or join and turn it into harem chaos. If you stay hidden, you see her begging for more, getting titfucked until her face is glazed and you can’t decide if you hate her, hate yourself, or just want in. And that mood, that messy mix of comedy, jealousy, horror and “fuck it, let’s suck his balls too”, that’s pretty much Mythos all the way through, jumping between murder clues, meme jokes, romance sweetness, corruption temptations and stupidly hot tentacle scenes in the dark where you swear you’re still solving a case while something slimy is filling your ass and your mouth at the same time.

A husband, a stupid fight, and that sick feeling in your gut when you suddenly notice how short your own shadow looks next to another guy’s. That is basically where this story sits, grinning at you. You follow this poor bastard of a husband who starts the evening thinking he is “the man of the house” and ends up wondering if his wife is getting her pussy filled by somebody taller, thicker, and a lot more confident. The game plays like a teasing lecture about NTR, but not in a cold way. It is like a drunk friend whispering in your ear, “You see that guy talking to your wife? Yeah, that is how it starts.” The visuals sell that uneasy vibe: soft, slow camera-like cuts, those slightly too-long pauses on her lips when she smiles at someone else, her shirt clinging in all the right places, and his eyes squinting like he is trying not to imagine her on her knees, drool on another man’s shaft. The pace is not rushed, it pokes you. You get moments where almost nothing “big” happens, just small looks, off-hand comments, her phone lighting up with a message while she is in the shower and you are left staring at the screen, imagining every filthy word she might be reading.

There is a strong “PSA from hell” vibe, yeah, like some horny officer in a police comedy explaining step by step how your wife goes from “I would never cheat” to getting her ass slapped by a stranger in some cheap hotel on vacation. The husband is technically the male protagonist, but it never really feels like you are in control. You are more like a ghost stuck in his skull, dragged through his jealousy, his twisted fantasies, his humiliation. One scene that hit hard: he is sitting on the bed, replaying his argument with his wife, and his brain starts playing its own porn parody. Suddenly she is there in his mind, bent over the kitchen counter, big tits pressed on the cold surface, some smug bastard gripping her hips while she moans his name instead. The sounds get louder than his own thoughts. Little sticky lip noises, wet slaps, her breathy “harder” that he is not sure she ever said to him in real life. The game leans into that: you never know where reality stops and his corrupted imagination starts. Sometimes you see Sara in normal everyday clothes, then next transition she is in a tight uniform, unbuttoned just enough, or a cheap lingerie set that looks like it was bought for someone else’s eyes. You get flashes of oral, her cheeks hollowed around a thick cock, but it cuts away too soon, almost mocking you. And in the middle of all this, the tone suddenly slides into this weird humor, like a wink to those who know Konosuba jokes and tentacle memes, like the narrator is some half-drunk wiz giving you “NTR survival tips” while the real lesson is just: if you feel it happening, it probably started a long time ago, back when you ignored how she smiled at her “friend” a little too much. The game never holds your hand. It kind of laughs while you squirm.