Void Club looks like something tossed together by a horny accountant who got bored in Excel and accidentally created a brothel in space, and I kinda respect that. You’re just this dude, “manager”, trying to keep a weird multidimensional strip club from going broke while a crazy Master drags more girls from random universes into your lap. One moment you’re checking numbers, next moment there’s a stacked alien milf with glowing eyes in your office, asking where she has to stand so customers can drool on her tits. It’s this mix of menu clicking and “oops I’m fucking her on the couch instead of adjusting prices” that makes the whole thing feel like a porn version of those idle mobile management games I pretend I don’t play on the toilet. Honestly it’s like using Google Sheets, but your reward is a creampie instead of a chart.

The game really pushes that “club manager who can’t keep his dick in his pants” vibe. You look at girl stats, set them to work, watch the cash crawl up, and in between you’re calling them to private rooms and deciding if you just grope their ass or go straight to throat-fucking. Some scenes are surprisingly soft, like slow teasing, sucking, the girl blushing while you finger her under the desk. Then suddenly there’s a monster girl with horns riding you like she’s trying to crush your pelvis, and you’re thinking “yeah ok, I guess HR doesn’t exist in this universe.” The sleep sex parts are fucked up in a way that fans of darker stuff will enjoy: sneaking into a girl’s room after closing time, her breathing slow, panties half off, you sliding in while she moans in her sleep and doesn’t fully wake. The game doesn’t moralize it, it just goes “here, you wanted this” and lets you nut in a passed-out babe. Felt wrong, kept doing it anyway. Also there’s group scenes where you line up girls like a buffet, switch holes, watch cum drip while your money counter still sits there like it’s totally normal.

Management side is simple, but it scratches that brain itch. You look at demand, throw different girls at different jobs, tweak prices a little, and slowly the club stops being a dump. Sometimes you’re forced to actually think, like “do I send the thick milf with big tits to VIP and keep her for my own cock later, or make her grind at the bar to pull in more clients?” Of course, I clicked “keep her for myself” way more than I should, then wondered why my balance was trash. There is this annoying thing where you feel like you’re stuck waiting for enough cash to unlock stuff, and at some point I tabbed out, opened Telegram, answered messages, scrolled TikTok, then tabbed back and nothing really changed except one new scene. But when the new girls show up through that void gate, it feels kinda fun, like gacha, only instead of a cute PNG you get a monster girl sitting on your face. The animation is janky at times, but honestly I liked it more because of that. It feels dirty, like something you’d hide between 50 Chrome tabs. Had one moment where I was juggling three girls in the roster, checking who is tired, who needs a break, then somehow I ended up watching the milf give sloppy wet head on a couch while another girl pretended to clean tables behind us. That mix of fake “work” and porn made me feel like I was managing a very stupid but very hot little universe. And yeah, some UIs pissed me off, one button is just slightly off to the side and I kept misclicking it and starting the wrong event, but whatever, I still stayed long enough to breed half the staff.

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.

Diamond Memories is one of those messy, horny school VNs where you start thinking “ok, this is just boobs and jokes”, and then somehow you’re three scenes later watching a girl you actually like sucking off some random guy in a filthy alley behind the karaoke bar while her phone lights up with messages from her clueless boyfriend. The tone whiplash is kind of the charm. One minute you get goofy banter about exams and uniforms, next minute you’re staring at an AI-generated CG of a girl with huge tits kneeling between the thighs of a dude twice her size, her mascara running and her hand “accidentally” wrapped around a second cock coming in from the side. The art has that slightly uncanny AI thing going on if you zoom too much, but honestly it works for this. It feels like stolen porn pics mixed into a VN, which is funny and also kinda sleazy in the right way. Text is where it sells the scenes anyway. They actually let the teasing breathe: the slow hand sliding under the desk, the first time a shy girl gets groped on a crowded bus and freezes, then presses her thighs together instead of moving away. It’s not subtle, but the pacing of corruption is better than in half the “serious” NTR games on F95.

What I really liked is the multiple protagonist angle. You bounce around the four girls, and sometimes you realize only later that the guy who was so “nice” in one route is the same asshole lining up a cheap group sex deal with her behind her back in another. There is a school setting, yeah, but the story spends more time outside than I expected: cheap hotels, love hotels, back seats, the usual. One girl’s arc goes from innocent masturbation in her room, trying to copy what she watched on some shitty Pornhub clone, to doing a paid titfuck for an older man she met in a chat app. The shift is believable enough that it stings a bit, especially if you played her “pure” path first. Humor is just dirty and juvenile in a good way. Characters crack jokes about interracial porn tags, the size difference, even the fact that one guy is clearly modeled after those meme stepbro actors. And then that same scene turns halfway serious when she realizes she kind of likes having two cocks fighting for the inside of her mouth. If you came for romantic VN fluff, you picked the wrong door. Cheating is not a side flavor here, it’s practically the main meal. There are moments where the boyfriend is just a text bubble on the screen, sending heart emojis, while the girl is pinned against a locker getting fucked raw, trying not to moan too loud. The game doesn’t pretend it’s “morally complicated”, it just lets shit happen and you sit there with your dick in your hand feeling way more conflicted than the characters. I wish the UI for choosing scenes was less clunky, but whatever, I keep going back to that one classroom blowjob scene where the teacher almost walks in and she pulls off his cock at the last second, cum splashing on her notebook with her math homework. I still laugh at that. And yeah, it stains the page and the next time you see the notebook, it’s still there. Little detail, totally unnecessary, but that’s the kind of thing that makes this whole trashy package stick in your head.

Grace waking up with a blank month in her head sounds kinda basic at first, but this thing leans into that “what the hell did I do?” vibe in a very horny way. It is like checking your old phone gallery after a drunk weekend, except every folder you open is another step toward finding out you were a total degenerate and also kind of loving it. You’re not running around or doing fancy combos, you’re just clicking through rooms, screens, phones, little icons, but every click feels like peeling clothes off her memory. Sometimes you hit a dead end and there’s nothing there except a lame hint, then suddenly one tiny clickable detail opens a video where Grace is on her knees, mascara messy, tits out, going down on some dude like she’s been doing it her whole life. And then she looks right at the camera, like she’s looking at you across time. That hit me harder than it should. Maybe because I was on Discord in another window pretending to answer work messages while actually edging to a save file named “folder_03_final_FINAL2”.

The 2D art sells her body really hard. She has that thick build that gacha devs keep putting on SSR units just to make people like me poor. Big soft chest that bounces even in stills because your brain fills the motion in, ass that takes half the screen in some angles, and every time you unlock a new pose it feels like pulling a rare. Sometimes the angle is awkward and you see too much of a shoulder or some weird line, but I still clicked back into the scene three times to see her riding guy’s cock, panties pushed aside, then sliding off with this lazy smile and cum dripping out. There’s a lot of focus on hands too, which surprised me. Like she’s stroking herself while watching one of her own videos, fingers shiny, thighs pressed together, and the camera just sits there on her hand doing slow circles around her pussy. Not even trying to be subtle. Meanwhile I’m there, one hand on mouse, one hand on my own dick, telling myself “just one more scene” like some broken mobile game addict. The oral shots get really filthy when she’s choking around the tip, spit strings everywhere, and I swear the first time she swallowed and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand I actually paused and laughed because I’d just seen that exact thing in a random TikTok thirst trap. Then I unpaused and went right back to it.

What really messed with me was how the story and the porn sort of gaslight you. At first you feel like you’re helping this poor girl figure out who messed with her, checking mails, clicking little text logs, going through her PC like an amateur hacker. Then you start unlocking more of those clips with her spreading herself, playing with her clit on cam, doing slow handjobs and whispering shit like “I can’t believe this is me” while moaning way too much for someone who is supposedly shocked. I caught myself thinking “she’s a victim, I should feel bad” while my brain is just “ok but show the creampie again”. There’s one scene where she has her legs over his shoulders and he just keeps pounding, skin slapping loud, and she’s begging him not to cum inside, then you see his cock twitch and the white stuff fills her up anyway. And then later you see Grace, present-time Grace, staring at that same video, hand between her thighs, breathing heavy, pretending she’s grossed out while clearly rubbing herself harder. That’s where I realized the game is not trying to be moral, it just wants you to enjoy this girl slowly admitting she’s into all of it. I could complain about how sometimes you click around too long before getting another good sexual scene and it kills the momentum, but honestly I was already invested, like an idiot rolling gacha for another limited costume. If you want to really squeeze the juice out of it, don’t rush. Sit with each unlocked video, replay from different dialogue choices, watch how her reactions shift from confusion to “fuck it, this turns me on” and let yourself sink into that same shame spiral. It hits harder when you let the build up drag and you’re just there, alone with your browser and a girl on screen who forgot a month of her life and apparently spent all of it fucking and touching herself for the camera.

RuleUniverse feels like someone mashed Dragon Ball fanfiction, horny Twitter art and a half-finished Ren’Py project, then accidentally made it kind of addictive. You start as this lonely overachiever kid that reads like every shonen protagonist in history, then a demon scientist pops up and says, “hey, let’s stuff your body with DNA from the strongest fighters in the universe, what could go wrong.” It’s delightfully stupid in that fanfic way, but precisely because of that, it works. The game knows it’s a parody, it doesn’t try to pretend it’s “deep”, and then it suddenly throws in a line about destiny or guiding the universe and you’re like… alright, Toriyama-with-horny-mods, calm down.

The real fun is how transparently it worships its women. Bulma, Chi-Chi, Android 18, that whole legendary boob-and-ass pantheon is here, clearly shaped by someone who grew up pausing VHS at the worst places. The models are 3D and exaggerated as hell: huge tits, fat asses, those shiny anime lips that just scream “she’s going to suck him off in like two clicks.” Animated scenes actually move, not just two stiff characters rubbing like broken Sims; you get thrusting, jiggling, drool, that soft spit string when you pull out from a blowjob, all the little pervy details that tell you the dev really wanted this for themselves first. One moment you’re doing basic combat with ki blasts and energy auras, the next you’re balls-deep in Bulma in a lab, with wires and science junk in the background like that somehow makes it ethical. And the combat’s funny: it pretends to be serious, but all you’re thinking is “okay, how many fights until I unlock the next sex scene with Android 18.” Sometimes the sandbox part feels less like a “world” and more like a small playground with a fence around it, but the loops of walking around, clicking, triggering small events, slowly unlocking more lewd stuff… it scratched that same spot as old flash games I used to sneak at school on shitty browsers.

I kinda love how messy it is. The romance tries to act sentimental for a second, then five lines later you’re face-fucking a milf with magic powers while she moans like someone recorded it in a bathroom on a cheap mic. Dialog swings from “I will guide the universe” to “fuck me harder” without the slightest shame. Exploration is simple, a little repetitive, but I still kept wandering, poking every corner hoping there’s a hidden event where Chi-Chi finally snaps and rides the protagonist like he’s the last Saiyan on earth. Some text sounds like it was written at midnight by a dude half-remembering DBZ arcs from YouTube AMVs, which, honestly, is the right energy. I do wish the world reacted more to what you do, like if you bang Bulma enough, Vegeta starts showing up mad or something, but I know that kind of feature is exactly the thing that stays in the dev’s “maybe later” notes forever. Still, when you’re watching Android 18 slowly drop to her knees after you save her in a fight and she rewards you with this sloppy, animated blowjob, with her tits barely contained and that quiet smug smile when she swallows, it hits the trashy, horny, teen-power-fantasy nerve in a very specific way. It’s not elegant. It’s not smart. It’s like a wet doujin turned half-game, half-daydream, and somehow that’s exactly why it sticks.

You start as this kinda ordinary dude who finally crawled out of small town life, first house, first “real” job as programmer, all that normal boring adult stuff. The game doesn’t pretend you’re some alpha porn god. You’re just a guy who got lucky with a gorgeous wife who looks like she walked out of an Instagram explore page: soft face, big tits that don’t even try to hide under clothes, ass that steals whole scenes, the kind where camera just starts orbiting her every time she bends a little. And the crazy part is, at the beginning it all feels so normal that your brain goes “ok, maybe this is just a chill romance thing”, even if you know damn well the tags on the page were screaming at you.

She’s starting her new job as a model and the way they handle that is actually kind of evil in a good way. It doesn’t hit you with hardcore stuff right away. You get these small things: her excited messages about shoots, little photos she sends you that are still kinda modest but not really, how her outfits get tighter, shorter, more “for the camera” than for real life. It’s that slow teasing, like she stands in front of you in these shorts that hug her big ass and she’s asking “how do I look?” and the game gives you options that feel useless, because whatever you say, she still goes out with that look in her eyes. There’s this one scene where she comes home smelling like a guy’s cologne you don’t use, and I felt that stupid drop in stomach like in real life when something is off, but the MC acts half in denial, half horny. That part is fucked up in a way I liked too much.

Sex scenes with her start pretty tender, like couple who still really love each other. Missionary, you touching her tits with that little hand animation, her riding you on the couch while she pretends nothing strange is happening at work. But then she lets tiny slips out. She says some phrase she clearly heard from someone else. She moves her hips different. She moans louder when you grab her ass in a way you never did before. Later there are scenes where she is on camera, and you as player are basically forced to watch. Not participation, just watching your own wife get handled, groped, her tits grabbed like they belong to the lens, not to you. The dev really likes using the camera as this third character, like you, her, and then the cold eye of the lens, recording her cheating while you sit there trying not to click “next” too fast.

What hits hardest is how the guys she works with are not cartoon villains. They’re just bigger, darker, more confident than you, treating her body like open territory. Interracial stuff just shows up like “yeah, this is happening now, deal with it”. One moment she’s telling you it’s only fashion, next moment you see her on some preview screen straddling this dude, his big hands around her waist, and you can clearly see the way her huge ass bounces on him is not acting. The game keeps humiliating you without big speeches. You get a message notification, you open it, it’s her on set, topless, laughing while some guy grabs her boobs from behind, and you can’t do anything. Sometimes you still get handjob scenes with her later, like she’s trying to comfort you with lazy strokes while clearly thinking about other stuff. That made me more annoyed than the full cheating, honestly. And it really pissed me that the MC keeps saying he trusts her, even when there’s literally sex on camera of her getting pounded. I hated him. I was him. I kept clicking anyway.

Thief of Hearts feels like someone mashed together a heist movie and one of those horny late night VN titles you only admit playing on alt account. You start as this young guy who is way too calm about doing crime, sneaking around a flashy city that pretends to be clean while you basically fuck your way through all its dirty corners. The whole thing is built around planning robberies and at the same time slowly corrupting, teasing or straight up seducing people who should absolutely call the cops on you, but instead end up with your cock in their mouth. One moment you are checking security cameras, the next you are pressing a stacked woman against a school hallway wall, palming her huge tits while she tries to keep her voice down so no one hears how hard she is breathing. It has that vibe of “I know this is wrong, but I also really want to see what happens if I click the pervy option again.”

The school setting is used as a comfortable home base and also as a hunting ground. You get this fun contrast of doing serious planning with your crew and then walking into class to watch a shy girl pretend she does not see you checking her big ass every time she bends over her desk. There is animated stuff in the sex scenes, so when you finally push things too far, you actually see bodies move, asses bounce, lips wrap around your shaft. First time the game let me secretly watch two characters going at it in a locker room, I just sat there with that dumb grin like “ah, ok, we are doing voyeurism properly.” You can jerk off while spying on them, or wait and use what you saw to blackmail them later. It is fucked up, but also kind of hot how the story keeps mixing moral choice with “do you want to cum again?” The family angle sits right in that line too: you come home from a job and there is this milf relative in tight clothes, huge tits barely staying inside, bending to clean something and you get a dialogue option that is clearly not what a normal person should pick. You go from “innocent” hugs to fingers sliding under her clothes, to her on your lap, grinding slowly while pretending this is still just “comfort.” The game treats incest like another forbidden treasure to steal, not some big dramatic plot. It just quietly escalates until you are fucking her hard on the couch with her moaning your name and trying not to say the word that actually defines your relation.

Sex variety is solid and also a bit rude in a good way. There is teasing everywhere. Characters lean over your desk so their cleavage fills the whole screen, or “accidentally” press their ass on your crotch in a crowded bus, and you can either act cool or start groping, slipping your hand under skirts or inside tight jeans. Group scenes show up once your little team of specialists stops being just professionals and starts acting like horny thieves who celebrate every successful job with bodies instead of champagne. At one point I had two girls on their knees, taking turns with a messy blowjob while another sat on my face, grinding and losing control. Handjobs happen casually, like someone helping you “relax before the mission,” and then they suddenly pull your pants down and slide you inside, turning it into full on vaginal sex without much warning. There is stripping where a character starts just teasing, slowly removing clothes while you pick how rough or gentle you talk to her, and if you push the right buttons she ends up naked on the table, legs open, fingers working her clit while you watch, before you finally move in. The game pretends to care if you are a lone wolf or team player, but honestly I kept picking whatever choice looked like it would give more skin. It still somehow feels like a real heist story though, with tension and backstabbing and all that, only in this version everyone has a big ass, big tits, and half the important conversations end with somebody cumming.

This one starts like some epic fairy tale your grandma would censor with a black marker, then just falls face first into filth in the nicest way. You’re this classic heroic dude with a sword, a job from the king, plague on the land, cursed forest, all that fantasy poster stuff. And on your arm, there’s Vallabelle, your elf wife, all holy robes and huge tits and that kind of ass that makes armor look illegal. She is written like this sweet, loyal priestess who’d probably heal your paper cut and apologize to the cut. And that’s exactly why the whole corruption thing hits harder. The game doesn’t rush into the porn right away. It does that slow boil where you’re walking through traps, monsters, ruins, and you can feel the forest looking at her more than at you. Long shots on her thigh when she climbs, her robes riding up, camera hanging just a bit too low when she bends to heal somebody. At first it feels like normal fanservice and you’re like “ok sure, jiggle physics.” Then you notice where the camera always is when she casts spells. Below. Always below.

Since it’s a straight kinetic story, there’s no pretending you’re in control. No choices, no branches, no magic button to “save Vallabelle.” You just click, watch, and slowly realize this quest is way more about her body than the stupid cure. You get these small scenes where she clings to you after a fight, shaking with fear, and your guy is trying to stay noble while the game already set her up as the perfect target. Big tits squeezed into that priest dress, hips that don’t know the meaning of modesty, shy smile that says “no” while the plot has already decided “yes, but later and with tentacles.” The pacing loves teasing. She gets groped by “accident” when a monster grabs her from behind, hands everywhere, her moans halfway between pain and very obvious something else. A so-called healing ritual where some shady old altar needs “physical contact” and she’s stroking, sucking, taking it like it’s all for the greater good. Your hero tells himself it’s just magic. The forest laughs.

The NTR flavor comes in quiet first. A hand that stays on her ass too long. A shot of her lips after she wipes off someone else’s cum and pretends it was part of the ceremony. You catch glimpses through bushes, like full on voyeur scenes where your character is “resting” while she goes to check something and you get these frames of her surrounded. Tentacles curling around her legs, sliding under the robe, smacking against that thick elf butt while she whimpers and still prays, because of course she does. There’s handjobs where she’s clearly trying to be “selfless” and ends up jerking off something non-human, eyes glazed, saying she only did it to protect you. Then later, oral scenes with her on her knees for someone else, drool and cum all over that pretty priest face, and the narration plays it like she’s sacrificing herself, but the blush and body language tell another story. Vaginal scenes go from “forced” to disturbingly eager, her grabbing hips, begging for more, clinging to monsters or other men with the same hands she used to hold yours. Spanking comes in as “punishment” or training, except every smack makes her ass jiggle and the camera practically worships it. She starts to arch into it, moaning too loud, and you just sit there like an idiot clicking forward, fully aware you’re not the main character anymore. The forest is. By the time she’s cheating in broad daylight, grinding that big ass down on someone else’s cock, talking about how it helps the mission, you already knew this was coming. You still feel that little stab when she looks back at you from the CG, eyes half guilty, half fucked stupid, like she remembers you just enough to hurt. And yeah, I got mad at one tiny thing: her hair clip keeps clipping through her ear in one scene and it pulled me out of the moment for two seconds. Then the tentacle went in and my brain forgot the complaint.

Moonlight throws you into this dirty, glossy future where everyone pretends they’re happy because their brain is on a leash. Neural implants drip little shots of pleasure in your head while an app rents out your meat-suit to whatever corpo wants a warm body. It sounds ridiculous but it feels… too close. You’re this burnt-out detective with more regrets than friends, poking around a death that smells like murder but is written up as “unfortunate malfunction”. Classic. Except here the corpse has an implant history that doesn’t add up, a porn subscription tied to a dead identity, and an ex who cries like she’s rehearsed but still clutches his jacket like a real widow. The game keeps you in that sweet spot where you’re never sure if people are lying or if the tech is lying for them. Also there is so much teasing it’s almost rude. One moment you’re going through encrypted chat logs, next moment a milf corporate handler is leaning over your shoulder, blouse half open, casually asking whether you’ve ever tried orgasm lock with a neural override. The flirting keeps cutting through the bleakness in a way that feels very queer to me, like everyone is using horniness as armor. I relate too much probably.

Sex scenes don’t come flying at you every two clicks, they crawl up slowly, like bad decisions at a bar. You talk, you joke, you push someone too hard in an interrogation, they push back, things snap. I had one scene where I was questioning this older lab tech, soft belly, tired eyes, very “I have seen some shit”. We start arguing about consent when your body is on remote control, and suddenly she’s grabbing the collar of your coat, pressing you against a sterile glass wall, telling you she wants to feel a real tongue, not a programmed rhythm. The game lets you decide if you go down on her right there among the humming machines while security cameras pretend to sleep, or if you pull away and keep playing the noble asshole. The animation sells it in a very unpolished way; sometimes the lips clip a bit or the angles look too porn-hub, but honestly it kind of fits. It feels like underground smut recorded in a shitty rented apartment, not some corpo-funded sex sim. There’s blood too, real rough stuff. One route turned into a total mess when the guy I was tailing got his implant fried right in front of me, smoke out of his nose, body twitching on the ground while my character is still half hard from a blowjob in the alley five minutes before. It’s uncomfortable and hot and confusing, and the writing never stops to hold your hand and tell you how to feel. Queer vibe shows up more in the edges than in labels: guys checking you out in clubs, women in sharp suits who don’t care what’s in your pants as long as you can keep up, trauma and desire tangled together. Some romance paths clearly want you to think they’re soft and wholesome, then they will turn around and ask you to choke them while they’re jacked into a virtual beach. And I swear the text messages you get on your in-game phone remind me of my ex who used to sext from the metro, like there is this messy, non-perfect English in some lines that actually hits very close to home for me as a non native speaker. Nothing feels translated for a straight American audience, just tossed at you to deal with. It’s horny, fucked up, a bit clunky, and somehow that makes it more honest.