Champion of I: Luxuria feels like someone mashed together a horny tabletop campaign, a twisted VN, and one of those old browser RPGs you secretly played in the school computer lab, then sprinkled futa demon dick on top just to see who flinches first. You play a male Guardian tossed into this trial continent thing, Eden, where every second NPC is either trying to kill you, fuck you, convert you to their weird cult, or some chaotic mix of all three. It’s fantasy, but not the comfy kind. More like “congrats, you survived the ambush, here’s a monster girl who wants to drain you dry through your cock” kind. And the game just looks at you like, well, what do you do now, genius. The whole thing runs as a sort of point and click story flow with turn based combat stapled into it, where you’re juggling stats, conditions and relationships while also trying to remember which character you promised anal to. Scenes swing pretty fast from tense combat to filthy sex, and sometimes both bleed into each other in this way that feels kinda wrong and kinda perfect for this setting.

The sex itself is not subtle at all. You get vaginal, oral, anal, futa on male, monster girls who are way too into your suffering, weird swinging situations where your supposed harem members are trading fluids like it’s a Discord server gone wild. There’s this one moment early where you “save” a monster girl and the game quietly checks if you’re the kind of degenerate who offers your ass as a thank you or if you play the noble hero and just, you know, fuck her normally. Later on, I ran into a futa priestess who basically turned a victory scene into a full on worship session around my cock, and the game let me either lean into the goddess of lust vibe or resist it and feel like an absolute idiot. The writing is talky, sometimes too dramatic, then suddenly drops a line that sounds like it was written by a horny shitposter on Reddit. I kinda love that, but also sometimes it reads like the dev wrote it at 3% brain battery while scrolling Twitter on another monitor. The combat is fine, sometimes actually brutal, with status effects that stick around and make the next sex scene hit different because your guy is exhausted, cursed, or literally marked by some chaos thing. There is a sandbox feel, lots of routes, lots of choices that don’t hold your hand, and yeah, you can absolutely screw yourself out of content by choosing badly without the game apologizing. It’s messy, thirsty, dark as hell, but in that way where you keep telling yourself “one more scene” while Discord pings stack up and you ignore them.

Eric is the kind of guy you walk past ten times and never really notice. Quiet, normal, owns a cozy little coffee shop, same playlist every day, shirts that probably came in a pack of three. Then suddenly his life turns into the kind of shit you only see on those late night Patreon posts. One moment he’s cleaning cups, trying not to burn the croissants again, next moment there’s this gorgeous girl leaning over the counter with her tits about to escape from her top, asking about “special blends” in a tone that has nothing to do with coffee. And he thinks it’s just a flirty customer. It’s not. It’s the warm up.

What I like is how slow it pretends to be at first. You get all this teasing, these small moments where a hand lingers too long, a skirt rides up when she sits, someone “accidentally” brushes against his crotch in that tiny storage room that doesn’t even look big enough to fit two people but somehow fits a girl on her knees. There’s one scene early where Eric is closing shop, and one of the girls stays behind. She’s helping wipe the tables, bends over just a bit too far, and you see the curve of that big ass under her skirt. It doesn’t jump straight to fucking, she starts asking him weird questions about “other realms” while she slowly runs her finger around the rim of his coffee cup, and you can feel he’s half confused, half hard as a rock. I wish more games paced the build like this. Except later it just throws subtlety out the window and you’re balls deep in a monster girl on a couch that definitely isn’t health code approved.

Once the non-human side starts showing, it gets fun in this horny, slightly dumb way. There’s the moment one girl reveals she’s not exactly human in the middle of a blowjob. She’s under the table, Eric is trying to keep talking to a customer, and then her tongue suddenly feels a little too long, a little too strong, wrapping around his shaft while she keeps sucking. He’s sweating, trying not to moan, the customer is rambling about milk alternatives, and you just know he’s about to cum in the worst possible timing. Then you see her real form later and think, yeah ok, I’d still fuck that. Some of the bodies are ridiculous in the best porn logic: huge tits that bounce even when they breathe, thick thighs that look like they could crush him if she rides too hard, asses that fill half the screen when she climbs on top. There’s a nice mix of soft romance and “I need your dick right now” energy too. One girl wants slow, deep, almost tender vaginal sex on his bed after a long talk, kissing him and holding his face while she sinks down on him. Another one climbs into his lap in the back room, pulls his cock out, spits on it, and starts grinding like she hasn't seen a man in a century. Sometimes it leans into the emotional stuff, with Eric really trying to understand what these girls are, where they come from, how his quiet little world suddenly got teeth and claws and horny eyes. Then other times it just goes straight to her sitting on his face, using him like a toy, and the “plot” takes a nap. At some point you realize the coffee shop is basically a front for a harem of supernatural trouble, and if you’re anything like me, you keep clicking anyway, pretending you care about lore while actually waiting to see who sucks him off next.

Guy wakes up from a nasty bike crash, his girl is dead, his body is somehow fine, his head is a mess. He thinks: new city, new university, new life, forget everything. Of course it goes to shit immediately. You’re walking into this school full of tight uniforms and way too short skirts, trying to act normal, and the game keeps reminding you that you shouldn’t even be alive. You’re this mix of horny and broken, which is honestly relatable after a long workday when your brain is mush but your dick still loads Chrome by muscle memory. One moment you’re in class pretending to take notes, next moment you’re staring at the teacher’s blouse and the little gap between buttons, then some creepy flicker in the corner of the screen like reality just hiccuped. It plays with that switch a lot: you’re laughing at a dumb joke, then suddenly you remember your dead girlfriend’s voice and the whole scene turns weirdly cold.

The sex stuff hits slow at first. Lots of teasing, legs crossing, girls leaning way too close, that kind of cocky flirting where you’re not sure if they’re into you or just bored. The milf professor who “cares about your trauma” but sits on the desk so you can see the shape of her ass in that tight skirt. A classmate who sends you a “homework question” pic that absolutely is not safe for study group. There’s a scene where you’re stuck in a stairwell during a fire drill, watching a girl change her shirt through this tiny glass window, and you can back out like a decent human or keep watching while she slips off her bra and you see those huge tits bounce, and the game actually reacts to that choice later. Handjob behind the gym after practice, messy blowjob in a parked car while some weird shadow moves in the background like something else is watching both of you. That part hit hard, because you’re trying to focus on her tongue and the little spit strings and instead your brain is like “hey remember your dead girl, remember her throat taking you, remember the blood”. It’s horny and fucked up at the same time and the game doesn’t try to clean it.

The best part and also the most annoying is how often it lets you be an asshole or a softie and both feel wrong. You flirt with this shy girl who clearly has a crush, she’s clumsy, big ass in those tight jeans, and you can push her into stripping for you in some empty classroom. It’s hot, she’s blushing, slowly pulling her panties to her knees, you can see a bit of her wetness catching the light, and your guy still flashes to his ex lying broken on the road. Romantic route tries to happen, but the world keeps glitching, you keep seeing that accident, and sometimes the game hits you with graphic stuff out of nowhere, like a quick shot of torn skin or crushed helmet, just long enough to kill your boner for a second. Talking to the milf in her office about “moving on” turns into her on her knees, stroking you slow, asking if you’re thinking of her or the girl who died, and you almost want to close the tab, but of course you don’t. I wish the pacing wasn’t so jumpy sometimes, like it goes from goofy meme humor in group chat to “oh look, maybe something supernatural wants you dead” in two clicks, but then I’m sitting on public transport with one earbud half in, pretending to read emails, watching a fully animated sex scene where you pin a girl against a dorm wall and fuck her raw while her phone flashlight keeps turning on and off. And in the reflection of the window behind you, there’s something standing there, just looking. You finish anyway.

You start as this young sultan who basically inherited a messy empire, a half-empty harem and a bunch of advisors who care more about their own pockets than your crown. The game doesn’t treat you like some all-powerful god from the first minute, more like a horny newbie with a very big title and not enough experience. You’re juggling money, politics, and a growing collection of very different girls and boys, all with their own hang-ups and kinks. One moment you’re trying to keep the janissaries from revolting, the next you’re deciding if the new redhead slave gets trained as a personal toy or sent to charm some foreign ambassador. That kind of “ok I just wanted to see titties, why am I making trade deals now” feeling is pretty much the core vibe here. The management part sneaks up on you: taxes, buildings, intrigue, and then suddenly you’re halfway through min-maxing your silk routes just to afford another exotic dancer with a ridiculous ass.

The harem stuff isn’t just “collect girl, fuck girl, forget girl”. Some of them fall in love, some just want to serve, some definitely want to own you back. You can be very soft, boyfriend-style romantic with one wife, giving her slow oral in a candlelit bath while she moans and tells you about her fears, and five minutes later you’re in the training room with the leather toys on the wall, collaring a mouthy slave and using her throat like it’s your property. There’s a nice contrast between those quiet bedroom scenes and the louder group events, like that first time you organize a private orgy to celebrate winning a war: half the harem piled on silk cushions, girls sharing your cock, a nobleman watching while his “gift” gets taken from behind right in front of him. Some scenes go into gay content too, which actually fits the court vibe: a loyal guard kneeling, kissing your ring, then your shaft, clearly torn between worship and lust while you decide if he gets promoted or just fucked. There’s cheating drama baked in as well; you can promise one beloved concubine to be “only hers”, then sneak off to have anal fun with the new dancer in the baths, hoping the little spying eunuch doesn’t talk. And of course he talks.

Sex isn’t just a menu choice here; your political choices change who you can touch and how. You want that proud noblewoman with the big tits who keeps insulting you in council? Maybe you crush her family in a tax scandal and she ends up in chains in your private chambers, glaring at you while you finger her wet pussy and tell her exactly what her new job is. Or you go the other way and actually woo her, give her power, and she climbs into your lap by her own will, riding you slow while whispering court secrets. The sandbox structure means you keep stumbling into weird stuff: a lesbian scene where two of your favorites start “training” each other without your order, one licking the other’s ass while they talk shit about your fashion sense; a sudden option to lend a slave to a visiting prince for a night and later decide if you punish her for “enjoying it too much”. A lot of the fun is in those small moments: trying to keep track of who you promised anal to, or realizing that the quiet bookish girl you kept ignoring now runs half your palace because you focused too much on the big tits. It’s messy, horny, and kind of mean sometimes, like real court gossip mixed with porn, and the game doesn’t really care if you try to be a good guy or the kind of sultan who uses every mouth and hole in the building just because he can.

Monet feels like somebody took a regular city, squeezed out all the warmth, and replaced it with glass, chrome and secrets. IRYS throws you in there like you just woke up from a dream you half remember, wearing a cheap suit and an ID badge that says you belong to Deimos. You start as this regular office guy, doing spreadsheets, watching useless meetings on Zoom while pretending to listen, getting coffee that tastes like it was filtered through somebody’s sadness. On the surface it’s that boring corporate life. Then you start noticing small weird things. People know things about you that you never told them. A coworker remembers a night you “spent together” that you’re pretty damn sure never happened. Your boss praises you for a project you have no memory of, and in the same breath hints that you owe him more than just good performance. That’s when the game starts to crawl under your skin a little.

The horny part doesn’t show up like a hentai pop-up. It slips into the routine. You’re in a late-night office review, just you and this colleague with big soft tits almost falling out of her blouse, blue light from the monitor on her skin, both of you talking about quarterly targets like robots. Then there’s a line of dialogue that feels too intimate. She leans in too close. Her hand stays too long on your shoulder. One click and you push her away and keep pretending to be a good boy. Another click and you grab her wrist, pull her into your lap, and suddenly your boring Excel sheet is sharing space with her moans and the sound of your cock sliding into her on the boss’s fancy ergonomic chair. IRYS is like that a lot. It gives you these “professional” masks and waits for you to peel them off. Sex scenes are very physical, animated just enough that when you’re fucking her against the office window or bending her over a lab table, you feel every thrust. Sometimes you are gentle, slow, like she is something you want to protect from this fucked up city. Other times the corruption hits and you use her, hand on her throat, filling her raw and hard while she begs you not to stop, even when the guilt dialogue kicks in afterward and makes you question if those feelings are yours or some Deimos script injected into your brain.

What really got me was how the romance and the sci-fi mess bleed into each other. There is this one scene where you wake up in your small apartment, naked, next to a coworker you definitely did not take home. Her hair is messy, thighs still glistening, your cum leaking out of her, and she looks at you like you have been lovers for months. You check your phone and there are whole chat logs, selfies, dirty pics, little heart emojis, like a full relationship that someone speedran while you were asleep. It feels like the universe glitched and rewrote your fate. As somebody who actually believes in destiny, that hit weird. You start asking: did I really fall for her before and just forgot, or was this romance manufactured in some secret Deimos experiment so they can pull my strings better? Later, when you take her in the back of the office, pressed against a server rack humming with data, her legs wrapped around your waist while you fuck her deep and she whispers that you were “always meant for each other”, you can’t even tell if that’s sweet or just another line of code. The game loves putting you in those moments. You climax inside her during some illegal lab test, alarms faint in the background, and instead of simple post-nut clarity you get this strange dream flash of another timeline where you never joined Deimos and she never existed. IRYS keeps poking: is your dick leading you, or is the company guiding your dick so it can own your heart and your guilt at the same time. I kinda hate that it works so well. I also kinda love it. I’m confused. It fits the city.

This one starts like some sad wage slave fantasy, but it actually hits harder than I expected. You die like an idiot at a traffic light and then wake up in this magic world with a body that isn’t falling apart from stress and coffee, a weirdly wholesome adopted family, and a job as a low-rank adventurer who is way too in love with an A-rank witch. Mia is the “cold bitch who melts” type, yeah, but the game gives her just enough little human moments that I kinda ended up fighting with the dev in my head: no, she belongs with me, not with every bastard in the guild. She snaps at you, she blushes, she does that smug little half smile when she’s clearly teasing and pretending she doesn’t care. There’s this scene where she cleans monster guts off you with magic and then, completely straight face, wipes a little bit with her fingers and licks it, like she’s testing potion ingredients. It’s not sexy at first. Then she looks at you, tongue still out, and you go “ah ok, we’re doing this.” I hated how much I liked that.

What I love and kinda hate is how the game keeps playing chicken with you about “trusting” her. The romance parts are really sweet and honestly a bit cringe in that way only fantasy VN can be. Hand-holding under the cloak, lazy cuddling in the inn, her one time letting you use her thighs as pillow while she reads a grimoire and pretends you’re not basically nuzzling her ass. That part feels almost like a normal lovey game. She gives you a handjob with this super serious face while talking about spell formations, like she’s doing lab work, then at the end she breaks and giggles when you cum on her wrist. Then some chapters later, the same hand is wrapped around another guy’s cock and she has this dazed look, and the camera lingers on her fingers like it remembers before you do. I wanted to close the game at that part and also replay it immediately. The netorase pieces are sneaky too. It starts with “haha what if we just showed a bit of skin in the tavern to scam free drinks” and ends with you pretending you’re ok while she gives an under-the-table footjob to some drunk knight right in front of you. You still get the text choices like you’re in control, but both answers are hurt. Classic. I swear one of the most evil things was a simple kissing scene. You finally get a proper kiss on the bridge at night, she’s shaking, you can feel she really wants you. Then, much later, that same bridge shows up again and she stands there with another man, laughing too loudly, her lipstick slightly smeared. No explicit sex there, just the echo of that kiss, and it hit harder than any creampie CG.

The game doesn’t stick to only one flavor of pain either. There is full-on cheating, yeah, like watching her kneel and swallow another dude’s load while the narration insists she’s thinking of you, and you know she isn’t. The sleep sex scene pissed me off in a good way. You go to bed exhausted and wake up to her riding you slowly, whispering that she “couldn’t hold back anymore” which would be cute if there wasn’t already this hint that she’d been warmed up earlier by someone else. Small detail: the wet sound isn’t quite right the first thrust and your brain goes “why is she this ready” and then shuts up because tits. There’s anal too, but honestly it’s less about you being dominant and more about you realizing she already learned to relax for someone before you. The game throws in some female domination moments where she cuffs you with magic and edges you with her mouth, then the next scene flips it and you’re the one pinning her to the wall and making her beg to be filled. I liked that power shift, though I wish she had kept the little witch hat on during that oral scene and she just doesn’t and I’m still annoyed about it for no sane reason. Also, furry side characters show up and of course they get scenes that are way hotter than they have any right to be, especially one smug fox girl who makes fun of you while jerking you off with her tail, like this is normal Tuesday. There’s humor all over, sometimes dumb, sometimes actually good, like your party member making NTR jokes inside the story as if he knows what kind of VN he lives in. I forgot to mention that one whole dungeon arc is basically designed just to humiliate you in public with exhibitionism stuff, where Mia pretends to be under mind control and “forced” to show off her body to a crowd, except the more they look the wetter she gets. The AI-style CG gives everything this weird almost-too-perfect face that becomes creepy when she’s moaning for someone else. It’s messy, horny, petty, and yeah, I’m still arguing in my head that Mia is better as my girl, even while watching her get pounded from behind and still calling my name at the wrong moment.

This thing starts like some cozy peasant life sim and then just slides straight into horny conquest brain without even pretending to be subtle. You’re chopping wood, poking fish out of a lake, thinking “ok nice little fantasy grind” and five minutes later you’re plotting how to knock up half the forest while rebuilding your burned house and eyeing every big ass that walks past your busted fence. The tone whiplash kind of rules. One moment you’re watching the sun on the river, next you’re staring first person at a smug Amazon warrior riding your dick like it owes her taxes, with her tits bouncing in your face and that slow, messy creampie animation that lingers just a bit too long. It’s got that cheap, guilty Pornhub clip energy, except some AI went way too hard on the curves so every milf looks like she’d snap your spine by sitting on your lap, and honestly, fine.

What I like is how dirty it feels without screaming “LOOK, KINK!” every five seconds. Stuff just happens. You sneak near some camp, supposedly to scout, and of course you end up stuck behind bushes watching an interracial scene between a thick Amazon and a smug noble, full pov angle like you’re pressing your face through the leaves. And the guy is muttering to himself that he “shouldn’t be watching this” while not moving an inch. Same energy as having Pornhub open in one tab and Slack in the other. The game keeps doing that: pretends it’s about revenge and alliances, then drops you in a tent where some furry girl with soft ears is on her knees, hand around your cock, drool stringing down as she stares up, and you forget there was a plot at all. Funnier thing, half the time I went in “yeah I’ll focus on building my camp, gathering stuff, being smart” and then some milf with giant tits asks if you want a “special blessing” for your next raid and suddenly there’s a titfuck cut-in and I don’t even remember what I was upgrading.

The sandbox part is messy in that good way where you’re never sure if you’ll trigger a serious story bit or just walk into some shack and find a thick Amazon pinning a bandit over a table, riding his face while she fingers herself, and you get that voyeur perspective again. Or you go back to your half-rebuilt home, planning numbers in your head, and there’s the village girl you helped earlier, cheeks pink, offering to “repay you properly” and she drops to her knees before you can even answer. One click later, her lips are sliding down your shaft, spit shining everything, and the camera is locked tight on her mouth and your cock, full pov, nothing artsy, just raw suck and sloppy sounds. Sometimes the AI art goes weird, like a nipple at a slightly cursed angle or a butt that looks drawn by someone who only learned anatomy from hentai, but it kind of adds to the charm. This isn’t clean, polished fantasy; it’s like some horny dude found a half-broken kingdom management sim and patched over it with porn scenes about pregnancy, anal, and whoever you managed to conquer that day. Not every scene hits, some feel rushed, some loops are janky, one character anim blinks like she’s possessed, yet somehow it fits that whole “evil kingdom vs horny revenge farmer” thing way too perfectly. And yeah, you will absolutely forget about rebuilding your house right after the first time an Amazon grabs your cock, strokes you slow, whispers about giving you “many strong heirs”, then sits down on it and milks you until that white flood spills out inside her. Priorities, man.

This thing feels like somebody smashed together every horny Japan fantasy from old forums, some meme culture, and then just let it run free on your phone while you pretend you’re checking WhatsApp in public. You’re this dude dropped into “country of the rising sun” territory, but it’s not trying to be deep or realistic. It’s more like scrolling horny Twitter, then suddenly you’re in the middle of a harem adventure where everyone has gravity‑defying tits and no sense of personal space. First girl I met had boobs so big they were practically their own side characters, bouncing like they’re animated on a slightly drunk Friday night. She’s flirting, you’re picking dialogue, suddenly it goes from joking about anime to her pressed against you in a train, nipples poking through the uniform like the fabric is begging for mercy. And the game just shrugs like “yeah, that’s normal here.”

What I really liked is it pretends to be a laid-back sandbox romance, then slips a parody scene right in the middle of you trying to be a decent guy. One moment you’re walking around some generic city street, basic UI at the bottom, checking your messages, thinking you’re playing it smooth like in a dating sim. Next moment, a crossover event slaps you in the face: a familiar “totally not that famous waifu from that big anime” shows up, with bigger tits, new name, same chaotic energy. She cracks a dirty joke, the game breaks the fourth wall, and suddenly you’re in her room, clothes half off, phone vibrating on the bed, and she’s riding you like she’s trying to break a speedrun record. The sex scenes go straight to the point: pussy shots, close view, her moaning in that over-the-top anime style while your character’s just hanging on for dear life. There is one romance path where you actually feel something like feelings, then the script instantly ruins it with some dumb gag and I kind of loved that, even if it pissed me off. Vaginal scenes are done like old-school hentai loops, lots of focus on those huge boobs bouncing in rhythm, cum dripping, her legs wrapped around you while the camera refuses to be modest. Sometimes the pacing is all over the place, like you switch from a funny harem argument to a hardcore fuck session with almost no buildup, and it shouldn’t work, but somehow that chaos kind of fits the whole vibe. I opened it once just to “check something quick” and ended up stuck on a long scene with three girls teasing each other over who gets to sit on your lap first, like a horny version of musical chairs that never ends properly.

On mobile it’s very “one hand for phone, one hand for you,” which feels intentional. Text choices, quick taps, small icons, you’re flirting while your bus stop is getting closer and closer and you’re absolutely not stopping the scene. There’s this one adventure-style part where you’re moving between locations, picking who to visit, and you accidentally trigger a chain where two big-boob heroines end up arguing over you at a café. They lean in, tits almost on the table, voices rising, and some NPCs in the background are drawn like they know exactly what’s about to happen. Next cut, one drags you somewhere “private,” shoves your back to the wall, yanks your pants down, and starts riding your dick raw, her breasts slapping your chest, sweat on her collarbone catching the light. The parody side keeps leaking in: a character referencing gacha pulls while literally “pulling” your cock, or romance flags popping right when she’s moaning your name with her pussy clenching on you. It’s stupid, overcharged, self-aware, actually kind of sweet in a very horny, very not-safe-for-anything way, and incredibly easy to play with your thumb while you pretend you’re just checking Instagram.

This one feels like watching a therapy session where the camera gets way too honest and nobody hits the brakes at the right time. You’re stuck in the guy’s head, this therapist who’s supposed to be all calm and clinical, and at first he really tries. He asks the right questions, takes notes, pretends he doesn’t see her tits pressing against that way-too-tight top when she leans forward. The whole thing is just two people in a room, talking, and somehow it gets hotter than half the games that throw ten naked models at you in five minutes. Stuff escalates slow. She shifts on the couch, her skirt rides up, he adjusts his glasses like that’s gonna hide the fact his eyes are locked on her ass. And the camera loves her body. Big tits, big ass, that soft, almost glossy skin that 3D smut devs do when they actually care about light. Everything is animated just enough so you feel every little move: legs crossing, fingers fidgeting, her tongue touching her lip when she lies. That lip thing killed me, honestly.

At some point the talk moves into her boyfriend situation, and it stops being harmless fantasy. There’s cheating all over the place, just not shouted about. She hints that he doesn’t satisfy her, teases about what she really needs, and you can see the therapist trying to keep the professional tone while his brain is screaming. You get these dialogue choices where you can stay polite or push a little, and when you choose the “wrong” answer, it’s very obviously the right one for horny people. One second he is asking about her anxiety, next second she is on his lap, grinding, whispering shit in his ear about how she always wanted an older man with power over her. Her lips around his cock feel extra dirty because five minutes earlier she was talking about trauma like it was a TED Talk. The game doesn’t flinch away from interracial stuff either, just puts it on screen and lets you sit with how taboo it feels in a clinical, white-wall office. There’s groping that starts as “accidental” and ends with him palming her tits like he owns them, and actual vaginal sex where the animations are slow and weighty, not that jackhammer nonsense. It looks good, even when her hair clips through her shoulder sometimes, which pissed me off more than it should and now I can’t unsee it. The session is only about an hour, totally on rails like a kinetic novel, but in that time it goes from calm conversation to her riding him on the therapist chair while the clock on the wall keeps ticking like nothing special is happening. Reminded me weirdly of browsing old Winamp skins while listening to chiptune playlists on Spotify, that same cozy, retro brain vibe, except here you’re getting a blowjob between questions about childhood.

Sound is surprisingly on point too. Not some huge soundtrack, just low ambient music and these little breathing noises that make the oral scenes way more intense than they visually should be. The moans aren’t overdone, more like that quiet, breathy kind when she’s trying to keep control and totally fails. When he finally loses his “I’m a professional” mask and just grabs her, pushes her against the couch and slides into her, there’s this tiny pause before the first thrust where nothing moves, and it hit harder than any giant cumshot. Speaking of, the finishing choices are simple but filthy, and I kind of liked that he doesn’t magically turn into a porn actor god; some angles are awkward, like a real guy who suddenly got everything he fantasized about with his patient and has no idea how to behave. I wish there was more aftercare chat after the sex, like “ok, what now” but the story just kind of leaves you in that sticky, guilty silence, which fits the whole cheating therapist vibe. It’s not subtle, but it also kind of is, and that annoys me a bit because I wanted either full trash or full drama, not this weird mix that somehow works. Anyway, if you ever wanted to see all the professional rules in a therapist office get tossed aside while you watch him slowly grope, kiss, lick, and fuck his patient like it’s the most natural outcome of talking about her problems, that’s basically the entire thing here.