You’re broke, pissed off at everything, and kind of numb already when the game just tosses Rei at you like some bugged NPC that wandered off the tutorial area. She’s sleeping on the sidewalk, dirty, hungry, weirdly cute, and clearly fucked by life even harder than you are. You poke her awake, expecting some quick “thanks” then she runs off. Nope. She sticks. That’s where this thing actually starts to feel fun: two losers trying to pretend they’re adults while everything around them screams “game over” in slow motion.

It’s half “try not to starve” and half “try not to jerk yourself raw”, and the balance is way more fragile than I want to admit. One moment you’re counting every coin, juggling shitty jobs on your phone like it’s some cursed version of a finance app, checking if you can afford basic food for both of you. Next moment, Rei’s in that tiny room, wearing clothes that might as well not count as clothes, asking if you “want a break”. You’re like, yeah, obviously, but also rent exists. And it kind of becomes the loop: work, feed her, talk to her, spy a bit when she thinks you’re not watching, unlock new scenes, repeat. There’s this stupid thrill when she leans over you with those huge tits and gives this shy-but-not-that-shy handjob, and the game treats it like you just hit some romance flag you didn’t deserve. Then she does something ridiculous, like trying to “thank you properly” with a messy titfuck after a shitty day, and you forget you were supposed to be planning your budget at all. I actually laughed once when she tried to make giving you a blowjob sound like some noble reward and then gagged halfway, eyes watering, and still pushed through because she didn’t want to “fail”. That hit my corruption braincell and my “this is terrible but hot” braincell at the same time.

It’s also kind of fun how the story wanders around like it’s drunk. Sometimes it plays like a parody of every poverty romance you ever saw, making fun of your pathetic room and your tragic wallet. Sometimes it suddenly drops a bit of sweetness that feels like you walked into the wrong genre, like when she curls up on your bed just to sleep and you can choose not to touch her at all, just watch, like a creep with feelings. Then later she’s straddling you, pussy grinding over you, moaning way louder than that cheap room’s walls can hide, and you get hit with that “I really shouldn’t be doing this but I’m already in balls-deep” vibe. There’s a bit of that harem teasing too, like the world is full of other girls that might fall into your orbit if you push the sandbox parts hard enough, but Rei feels like the main disaster you’re signing up for. It’s messy, a little trashy, sometimes oddly tender, like a dating sim that got lost on a porn site and decided to stay. You’re poor, horny, watching this girl slowly change under your influence while you sc*** by, and somewhere between the voyeur peeks, the cheap dates, and the rough sex on a bed that looks like it smells, it kind of starts to feel like a fucked-up fantasy that never pretends to be anything else.

Guy wakes up, normal life, boring city, cheap phone, tiny room, you know the drill. Then he puts on this VR headset and suddenly he’s in a fantasy world where hot women actually look at him like he’s not background NPC. Reality side is all chores, side hustles, grind, checking messages on Telegram, answering some idiot from work in Gmail while thinking about tits. Then back in VR, where the same guy is a rising hero who can smack goblins and flirt with mages with ridiculous curves in the same ten minutes. The game really leans on that feeling: nobody respects you in real life, but in the VR world girls with huge asses are asking if you want a “private training session” after you finish one dungeon. Of course you say yes. Everyone does.

What surprised me is how often you bounce between the two realms and it actually matters. One moment you are sitting in your crappy apartment trying to sc*** together enough cash to buy upgrades, checking some porn on your second monitor, the next you’re back in Dawn of Arcanum, facing a turn based fight where the healer is this milf with massive tits and zero understanding of how shirts work. You do basic combat: attack, skill, defend, item. Old school stuff, nothing flashy, but the pacing hits that weird horny-gamer brain sweet spot. You finish a fight, loot a chest, and suddenly there’s a dialogue option that clearly means "if I click this, someone’s mouth ends up on my dick". And yeah, that’s what happens. One scene had the party’s mature sorceress calling you to her tent “to discuss tactics”. She kneels down, starts stroking you slow, talking about “rewards for reliable tanks”. She slides her hand up and down, spits casually, then takes you in her mouth while the camera stays close, like you’re actually watching from your body. No fade to black. She deepthroats you, pulls off with a thin line of saliva, cheeks a little flushed, then asks if you still want to know the plan for the boss fight. You probably don’t, but the dialogue option is there.

It also plays with that harem thing in a way that is both hot and slightly stupid. You impress one girl by saving her during a quest, she lets you pound her in some ruins, riding you hard while your HUD still shows quest markers in the corner like it’s totally normal. Then later a different chick gives you a handjob in a tavern storage room, jerking you slowly while asking about your “legendary build”. She talks about skill trees like dirty talk. You cum all over her fingers, and she casually wipes them on your shirt, which is such a small detail but felt more real than half the dialogue. Reality world isn’t just filler either: one time you log out of VR after a long dungeon, your cock still hard in your shorts, and your in-game neighbor from down the hall catches you half dressed. She bends over “looking for something she dropped” with that obvious thick ass pose, panties peeking, and the MC is just desperately trying not to stare. Later you meet her again and she’s way more direct, guiding your hands to her tits while you press her against the door, sliding between her legs, pushing into her slowly while she whispers that the walls are thin. It feels messy, horny, kind of broken, exactly like a guy who lives half online and half in fantasy would experience it. RPG elements keep everything tied together enough so you don’t forget there’s a game under all the sucking and fucking, but honestly, half the time I was just choosing stats because I wanted to see who I could make sit on my face next.

You start as this washed-up ex-child actor in LA who peaked before puberty, which is already kinda hot in a fucked up way, because the game never lets you forget he’s a mess. He’s broke, clingy, horny, trying to squeeze fame out of a podcast that no one sane would listen to. The whole thing is built around this dumb but perfect idea: a sleazy “sex-adjacent” podcast with hot girls who are supposed to talk about clout and drama while low-key getting dragged into this spiral of blackmail, cheating, and public humiliation. It feels less like “build your dream harem” and more like “weaponize people’s trauma for clicks and pussy,” which I mean as a compliment, kinda. The humor is actually funny sometimes too, not that Marvel quip bullshit, more like “wow you really said that on camera?” nasty.

The girls are exactly the type you’d expect around a thirsty LA podcast setup: big tits, big ass, big mouth, tiny filter. They’re not just sex dolls though, they roast you, they tease you, they bully you, they drag you on your own show. One of my favorite bits is when you’re trying to keep two of them from absolutely destroying each other on the couch while you’re still rolling, and at the same time you’re trying to angle the conversation into “so, what’s your type in men?” so you can line up some pussy later. There’s a lot of femdom energy floating around, not in a leather-and-whip way, more like they know you’re desperate and they use it. Sexual harassment in both directions too, guys and girls just crossing lines like it’s a sport. One minute you’re getting a lapful of big ass during a fake “twerk contest for the fans”, next minute that same girl is using your fuck-up on stream to blackmail you into quietly helping her cheat on her dude. Or worse, she lets you fuck her and then laughs that she’s going to describe every second of it on TikTok as “content”.

The netorare stuff hits that specific dirty brain itch. It’s not just “oh no, my waifu is stolen”, it’s more like everybody is playing this clout game where loyalty is negotiable and sex is currency. You run into situations where another guy gets invited as a co-host or guest and suddenly he’s charming the girls on-air, touching their thighs while the camera “accidentally” stays too low, and your MC is forced to smile for the audience while his brain screams. There’s this one bit where you help set up a collab to boost your view count, and it slowly turns into you literally watching one of the girls slide closer to him on the couch, hand on his chest, and you can tell she’s deciding if she’s going to ride his dick later purely because it’ll piss you off and make better drama. The game leans into that, like “yeah, you wanted fame, here’s your girlfriend getting fucked for engagement numbers.” Or maybe she’s not your girlfriend. Or maybe she was, but only between ad reads. The sex itself can get surprisingly tender or straight-up nasty depending how you play it, from teasing strip moments during “body positivity talk” to full-on vaginal scenes that feel like you’re sneaking them past the algorithm. Half the time you’re trying to keep sponsors happy and the other half you’re wondering if that shadowy group pulling strings cares more about views or about watching you crumble while someone else makes your girl moan on a couch that smells like cheap perfume and broken promises.

Jack’s the kind of idiot you remember from school. Not the cool guy, not the nerd, just that dude girls keep hovering around for no clear reason, like cats around the one person who didn’t ask for them. That’s the vibe here. You’re in this school hall, phone in hand, scrolling through some bullshit chat app while the teacher drones on, and suddenly you’ve got three unread messages from three different girls all wanting “help with homework.” And yeah, none of them actually care about homework. One sends a selfie with her tits squeezed tight in a too-small top, another sends a voice note whispering way too close to the mic, and the third just sends a peach emoji and a question mark. It’s that kind of game. You tap through, pick your answers, and try not to blow your whole harem by saying something dumb, even though the game clearly wants you to say something dumb sometimes.

The nice part is how it ramps from teasing to full-on corruption without acting shy about it. One minute you’re peeking at a milf bending over in her living room while she pretends she doesn’t know you’re watching, the next you’re balls-deep in her on the same damn couch, her huge ass bouncing in smooth little animated loops while her tits smack against her chest. The animations are short, yeah, but they hit that horny sweet spot: mouth wrapped around your cock, slow handjob with spit glistening, a titfuck where her big tits swallow you almost completely. Then it cuts, you go back to the chat, like switching tabs on your phone between Pornhub and Telegram. The school setting stays in the background, chalkboard here, locker there, skirt riding up on the stairs, a tight blouse riding higher every time she leans in “for a secret.” Half the fun is in those half-innocent touches, the casual groping in an empty corridor or brushing her thigh under the desk while she tries to keep a straight face in class and fails hard.

What sticks with me is how shameless it is about Jack being a walking sex magnet and not bothering with deep excuses. You want romance? It’s here, sort of. A girl blushing while she strokes you off, saying she likes you, then two scenes later she’s sharing your dick with her best friend like it’s some kind of group project. Lesbian bits sneak in when the girls get bored waiting for you, toying with each other on the bed, kissing and grinding while they tease you for watching, like a built-in voyeur mode. Sometimes you’re pushed to choose who gets your load, on the tits or inside, and the game doesn’t pretend your choices are noble. Sex toys show up without fanfare: a vibrator pulled from a drawer, a dildo slapped into a girl’s hand while she looks at you for approval before she pushes it in and moans. It’s rough around the edges, some scenes jump a bit too fast, some dialogue feels like it was written on a cheap Android keyboard on the bus, but that kind of makes it better for this style. It feels like a horny dev who knows exactly what buttons to push: big tits, big asses, mouths full of cock, girls fighting for your attention, harem chaos that somehow keeps working. You tap, you watch, you cum, and then you tell yourself you’ll stop after the next scene, which is a lie you already know is a lie.

Bolsdip sounds like the kind of town where nothing happens, but then you walk around for five minutes and suddenly you are watching your hot neighbor masturbate through a half open curtain and pretending this is “part of the investigation”. You play this young detective who comes back home carrying big city attitude, small town trauma, and a dick that keeps voting against professional ethics. On the surface it is this classic mystery thing: weird disappearances, rumors about supernatural shit, people keeping secrets. But the game quietly keeps shifting everything into sex. Every clue, every locked door, every awkward chat in the college hallway somehow slides toward blackmail, seduction, or some fucked up mix of both where you are not sure if you are saving them or corrupting them further. It feels less like solving cases and more like peeling clothes off reality, one layer at a time.

The way it plays is relaxed and a bit messy in a good way. You click around town, poke at objects, wait for certain times of day, and different scenes unlock depending on what you already screwed up or screwed. One run I spent ages orbiting the local professor, this classy-looking woman who talks like she teaches ethics but dresses like she cosplays her own students’ fantasies. Conversation with her starts academic, about motives and perception and all that, then suddenly she is pressing you against her office desk, whispering about “research” while her hand slides down your pants. It’s not just “sex scene, reward, next”. She keeps referencing previous choices, teasing you for hesitating when she first offered to “help you relax”, and if you push back she flips into this cool femdom mode, sitting on her chair and making you kneel between her legs while she explains moral philosophy like it’s foreplay. I wish the transitions between normal talk and horny talk were less abrupt sometimes, but at the same time that abruptness kind of feels right, like how real desire cuts into small talk without asking.

Next door is the milf who looks way too perfect for this shitty little town. She bakes, she smiles, she leans over in yoga pants in a way that absolutely counts as exhibitionism. She acts all caring, nostalgic about when you were younger, but the camera angle really cares only about her tits and her ass. You end up in these situations where you “help” her carry boxes, fix some minor thing in her house, and the reward rapidly goes from a hug to her guiding your head between her legs on the living room couch while some boring TV show is on in the background. There is this one scene where she pretends to be half asleep on the sofa and you are standing there, watching her nipples harden under the shirt, and the game lets you choose whether to be a good guy or quietly slide your hand under the fabric. It feels dirty in a very aware way, like the game is staring right into that part of your brain that always wonders what you would really do if nobody judged you. And then, when you think you have the pattern, the game throws that hidden baocat thing at you, so suddenly you are clicking around locations looking for a ridiculous little mascot that unlocks some extra lewd toy or secret animation. It is silly, breaks the mood, makes you grin, and somehow also makes the next blowjob scene feel more earned, because you hunted a stupid cat for it. The whole thing ends up like a horny detective diary: a slow burn of mysteries, voyeur moments, guilt-flavored orgasms, and the constant sense that Bolsdip itself is getting wetter and weirder the deeper you push.

Banu lands in the West for “just one month”, opens her chat apps, and within a couple of in-game days she’s already juggling flirty texts, creepy stares on public transport, and her own hand under the blanket. The game doesn’t pretend she’s some innocent flower; she looks, she stares back, she gets wet, and sometimes she still pulls her hand away at the last second and just bites her lip in frustration. That tension is the whole charm. One moment she’s politely declining a drink, trying to hold on to the idea of being a “good girl”, and the next she’s grinding her ass on a stranger’s thigh in a crowded club scene while the camera lingers lovingly on her curves. Her ass is the real protagonist here, honestly. You get little choices that look harmless, like “stay a bit longer” or “answer his message later”, and suddenly you’ve pushed Banu into a very different night, with a cock pressing against her through his jeans or a lonely shower where she’s fingering herself while thinking about someone she “definitely shouldn’t want”. It’s not subtle at all, and somehow that makes it feel more honest.

The cheating angle doesn’t smack you in the face right away. It creeps in. First it’s Banu checking old messages from a guy back home while a handsome neighbor keeps “accidentally” bumping into her in the hallway, then before you know it she’s letting his hand rest on her hip for too long, then his palm is full on her ass, then he’s sliding his fingers between her legs over her underwear and she’s pretending she’s going to stop him. She never actually does. There’s a scene where she’s supposed to be on a video call, being all proper and polite, and her other hand is under the table stroking some guy’s cock, trading soft moans with his deep breathing while she says totally normal things into the mic. I liked that the teasing isn’t just for the male characters either; the game teases you. It makes you sit through her nervous chatter, the small talk, the “I really shouldn’t”, before finally letting you watch her spread her thighs and slide her fingers into her pussy. Then sometimes it just cuts away at the good part and jumps to the next morning, which made me want to throw my phone at the wall. I kept playing anyway, obviously.

When the violence hits, it’s not pretty or noble. Suddenly someone grabs her wrist too hard in an alley, and your “do I push him away or try to calm him down” choice can turn into a really rough scene where you’re not fully sure how consensual this shit is supposed to be. She moans, he chokes her a bit, she claws his back while he’s ramming into her, and the animation makes it look horny as hell. As an ethics nerd I sat here thinking, okay, am I enjoying this as fantasy, or is the game trying to blur the line a little too much? Hard to tell, and that’s kind of the point, I think. The game keeps pretending you’re in control, but most routes end with Banu’s boundaries getting pushed past what she originally wanted. Her saying “no” that suddenly becomes a whiny “wait… just slower” once he’s got her pinned and his fingers are already working her clit. It’s hot, and it’s also a bit messed up, and I wish the game cared more about that, but I also don’t, because the whole thing is built around that feeling of watching her give in. One scene has her jerking a guy off in the back of a car, cum all over her hand, while she still has a “loyal” status in the menu like nothing happened. That cracked me up more than it should. The game is horny, shameless, sometimes rough in a way that might make some players pause for a second, and then still tap the lewd option anyway.

Waking up inside a smartphone because a horny trickster god got bored with you is already wild, but this thing leans into it hard. You used to fuck other guys’ wives, now you’re literally trapped inside their husbands, riding along in their bodies like a cursed passenger. You feel what they feel, see what they see, and you’re stuck with their hard-ons, their guilt, their shitty life choices. Loki basically turned you into a pervy parasite and then sits there laughing while you try not to lose your mind every time some big titty wife bends over in front of “you”. It’s not subtle. It’s not gentle. It’s that kind of story where the universe kicks you in the balls and then asks if you liked it.

The pace is weird in the best way. Sometimes you’re just scrolling messages and photos, swiping through this guy’s life, then suddenly the wife walks in wearing nothing but a towel that barely holds her big ass, drops it “by accident”, starts teasing him like she’s bored and horny at the same time. You’re inside his head, feeling the heat climb, his cock getting hard under the table while she pretends it’s no big deal, sucking on a popsicle right in his face like a joke that goes too far. There’s this nasty, delicious corruption vibe, because half the time you’re pushing him to give in, whispering in his thoughts, “Touch her, go on, fuck her, she wants it”, and the other half you’re actually panicking, because you know some of these women are already being fucked behind his back by someone else. Or they will. Loki keeps hinting, poking, showing you clips, screenshots, little details that make you question everything. The netorare sting isn’t a sudden shock, it crawls under your skin. You see a lipstick mark that shouldn’t be there, a chat icon popping up a bit too often, a photo angle that screams “someone else took this”. You’re still jerking off in your own head when you realize you’re probably not the only one tasting her tonight.

What really got me is how horny it stays even when it gets mean. You’ve got slow, intimate scenes where she sits on his lap and grinds on him through thin panties, whispering soft romance shit in his ear, kissing his neck, guiding his hands under her top, making him feel her huge tits while she bites her lip. Then suddenly she’s on her knees, sucking him off messy, drool on her chin, eyes staring up like she’s in love and also in total control. The AI CG stuff has that slightly unreal polish, but in a good way, like you’re watching a fantasy that became just real enough to hurt. Vaginal, oral, stripping piece by piece, teasing until you want to scream at the screen. And you’re not actually “doing” anything, it’s a kinetic story, so your only job is to watch this guy live the life you deserved and kind of hate him for it, while Loki treats you like a pet he toys with. The worst part is that it works. One moment you’re melting when she cuddles up, saying she’s scared to lose him, the next your gut twists because something she says doesn’t match, and you know you’re being played from both sides. It’s horny, cruel, funny in that “I shouldn’t be laughing, but I am” way. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

World looks normal for like five seconds, then a goddess is throat-deep on some drunk guy in a dirty alley and a slime girl is pretending to be a bus stop. That’s the kind of vibe here. You’re the screwed-up youngest kid from this fancy sorcerer bloodline, raised like some expensive pet in a cage while dad plays “ancient destiny” dictator. You finally say “fuck this,” walk out, and crash right into a city where deities are cheating on mortals, monster girls are trying to pass for regular bar hoes, and everyone’s lying about what they are. It’s not subtle. One minute you’re sipping cheap beer, next minute you’re holding a demon girl by the horns while she’s riding you slow on a couch that still has plastic on it, moaning about how your bloodline tastes different while you’re trying to remember the spell to not blow your load too fast. Didn’t work for me, by the way.

What I really liked is how the lewd stuff just happens in between all the weird supernatural drama. You go talk to this “quiet, shy” girl in the library, and the second you notice her shadow moving out of sync you know shit’s about to get freaky. Few lines of flirting, a bit of awkward groping in the stacks, and suddenly her skin splits like a zipper and she’s got scales running up her spine, huge tits pressed against you, tongue way too long to be human sliding in your mouth. She insists you keep going even when your hands are shaking, and when you finally push her against the shelf and slide in raw, the game really leans into it: her claws on your back, wet sounds in your headphones, her whispering about how “human seed feels different” right before you dump a creampie that literally glows inside her. Then she zips herself back into “normal girl” mode and asks if you’ve done the homework. I opened Telegram in the background just to rant at a buddy about it, then remembered I’m not supposed to talk about this game with anyone and just sat there laughing like an idiot.

There’s this club scene where the pacing goes totally off the rails but in a fun way. You think it’s normal stripping: girl with big tits grinding on your lap, teasing your cock through your pants, licking your ear, that usual horny-night type of thing. Then the lights flicker red, her eyes go all void-black, and suddenly you’re in a half-ritual, half-orgy where three women are around you, each not quite human, each wanting your “family magic” inside them. One’s a monster girl with a mouth inside her thigh, another is a goddess pretending she’s just there for the music, and the third one is basically lesbian as hell but decides your tongue is good enough as a temporary toy before she focuses on the others. You’re switching between eating one out while another one deepthroats you, then getting pulled into group sex where they pass your dick like a joint, sloppy oral, spit mixing with that thick white mess when one of them jerks you right into another girl’s pussy without warning. The game doesn’t even pause to ask if you want to pull out. You just watch the cum drip out of her while she smirks and murmurs some spell that probably means trouble later. And I actually tried to roleplay the “responsible romance route” at first, which was adorable and completely pointless, because ten minutes later I was banging a deity in a bathroom stall while a monster outside the door pretended to be a broken hand dryer.

Frank really picked the worst possible way to escape prison and the best possible place to wash up. Storm, wreck, boom, suddenly the dude is crawling out of the water into a familiar yellow square house that should not be this horny. He looks around, nobody home, nobody asking questions, so he just goes, “Yeah, sure, I’m SpongeBob now,” throws on the clothes and starts living this fake life under the sea. It sounds stupid as hell. It is stupid as hell. That’s kind of why it works. The game just leans into the parody thing completely, like a Newgrounds cartoon that got drunk, grew up and decided to stop pretending it’s for kids. One minute you’re wandering Bikini Bottom talking to cartoon weirdos, next minute you’re balls deep in someone with tits that would absolutely not pass broadcast standards. It’s all exaggerated, big tits, big asses, stretchy mouths, thick thighs, the whole hentai checklist but in this goofy aquatic world that used to run on Nickelodeon.

The tone is all over the place in a fun way. You’re this criminal hiding in plain sight, trying to remember you’re “SpongeBob” while also basically turning the town into your own personal sex playground. You can wander around, poke into houses you probably shouldn’t, get into some stupid mini-games, buy junk from shops, then somehow that leads to a blowjob behind a counter or a rough handjob in a back alley lit like a bad crime movie. The animated scenes are unapologetically dirty: sloppy oral with lots of spit, big cartoon cocks sliding between fat wet lips, pussy getting pounded while her huge chest bounces in that silly loop that looks wrong and right at same time. Sometimes it goes from silly to surprisingly graphic fast, like you’re laughing at a joke and suddenly there’s this intense vaginal close-up with her moaning like a full hentai OVA. The violence sneaks in too, not super serious but sharp enough you remember that Frank isn’t some innocent hero. He’s a fugitive who lies, pushes people around, fucks them, sometimes intimidates them. Definitely more male dom than soft romance here, even when the girls act all cutesy.

What surprised me most is how oddly cozy the sandbox feels even when everything on screen is nasty. You move across different Bikini Bottom spots, trigger crazy side events, stumble into lewd scenes you didn’t plan, then ten minutes later you’re grinding money again because you wasted it on some dumb store item that only unlocks one short sex loop. Some dialogues hit like shitposts from Reddit, other lines sound like the dev wrote them half asleep, but that gives it this raw energy. It’s not “polished narrative experience”, it’s “guy in a funny outfit lying to the whole town while shoving his dick where it doesn’t belong”. Sometimes the pacing goes weird and you’re stuck wandering around checking every door because the game refuses to tell you where the next scene is, and then out of nowhere you trigger a scene with a stacked character who rides you like she’s trying to break your spine. If there was a DLC where Bikini Bottom just leaned even harder into the corruption, with even more twisted hentai-style events and Frank losing the last bits of morality he has, I’d play that in a heartbeat. Even if I’d complain about some tiny bug in the shop UI and then completely forget I ever mentioned it once the next girl drops to her knees.