Rumors always sound stupid until you are the one they whisper about. This game throws you into one of those sticky school legends, the “there is a satanic cult behind the gym” kind of bullshit, except you actually trip over the damn book they are using. Not a cute grimoire with sparkles, more like something that looks like it smells of old cum and candle smoke. You crack it open for a laugh, and the first thing it gives you is the power to make the class virgin blush so hard she almost creams herself in the middle of an “examination” scene where the teacher leans too close, her tits brushing your arm, and you realize the book is not just edgy goth decor. It lets you push people, twist their lust, nudge their fears, and at first you just use it for small shit: making your best friend text you late at night with “I had this weird dream, why were you watching me in the shower?” while you are literally watching him through some voyeur spell on your phone, zooming in like it is some cursed Pornhub live cam. The game plays like a mix of visual novel and sandbox, you wander around school halls, club rooms, that empty classroom behind the science lab where the “mystery club” girl hides her monster girl hentai doujins, and every choice you poke in the text gets a horny consequence ten minutes later. Sometimes it is just teasing, a milf teacher accidentally pressing her big ass on your desk while bending over the board, sometimes it turns into full on corruption, like you mark a shy futa class rep with a little symbol and next time you see her she is in the bathroom stall, stroking a throbbing cock that looks too heavy for her thin legs, biting her lip and mumbling your name.

The story pretends to be about this “evil power” and responsibility, but half the time I forgot the cult plot and just chased who I could break or save or both. You can go playful, using the book to make girls horny at the worst moments, like forcing a strict nurse to lactate during a routine health check, milk stains spreading on her white top while she clenches her thighs, then suddenly she is grabbing your hand and shoving it under her skirt, muttering how this is “for science.” Or you lean into full NTR stuff, using blackmail photos and the book’s little curse tricks to push a sweet romance into pure cheating. There is one brutal route where your “best friend” tries to confess to his crush under the cherry tree and you quietly tweak her feelings so she accepts, then later you drag her into a storage room and she is on her knees around your cock, choking and crying because she knows she is his, but the spell makes betrayal feel like a delicious punishment. The game loves mixing that hurt with the horny: a loyal girlfriend getting pounded by a big black cock you summoned from some “monster” page, your corrupted class rep in a gangbang bukkake scene with faceless students dripping on her glasses, the principal on her knees in the occult club room giving a sloppy oral exam as if it is normal curriculum. There is futa, femdom, crossdressing sissification stuff where the book flips your own body, giving you a fat futa dick for one route, soft tits in another, forcing you into a skirt while a female domination demon spanks you until you are hard just from the pain. One day you are fingering a shy monster girl by the pool during summer vacation, her tail curling around your wrist as she begs for creampie, the next you are watching a furry club president hump your enchanted sex toy in the empty gym. It is messy, horny, a bit mean, and the book never really feels safe; every time you use it to make someone moan louder in a titfuck or a footjob scene, there is that tiny line of text hinting that maybe the book is also rewriting you, turning a “regular student” into something closer to the cult freaks you laughed at in the first place.

Elena's got that captain energy that makes everyone either want to follow her or hate her guts. This visual novel throws you into the messy world of elite college cheerleading where scholarships hang by threads and social hierarchies get real complicated real fast. The sprite work here isn't winning any awards but there's something weirdly compelling about watching these girls navigate their power games through slightly janky animations that somehow make the groping scenes feel more authentic than polished 3D renders would.

The corruption mechanics unfold naturally as team dynamics shift - one minute you're watching innocent stretching sessions, next thing Elena's using her authority to push boundaries during "private coaching." The lesbian content builds organically from competitive tension rather than just throwing girls together because reasons. When the femdom elements kick in, they feel earned through character development instead of appearing out of nowhere. Though honestly the oral scenes could use better pacing - they rush through foreplay like they're late for practice.

What really works is how the sport uniform fetish integrates with actual cheerleading culture rather than just being costume porn. Elena manipulating team positions to get closer to certain girls, using formation changes as excuses for intimate contact, turning routine corrections into domination plays - it's surprisingly clever worldbuilding for something this unpolished. The vaginal scenes hit different when they're framed as power exchanges within established team hierarchy. Sure, the CG quality varies wildly and some animations loop awkwardly, but players who appreciate psychological buildup over flashy production values will find plenty to screenshot here. The teasing game between characters creates genuine tension that makes the explicit payoffs feel satisfying rather than mechanical. Just don't expect revolutionary gameplay - this is pure visual novel territory with choices that matter more for character relationships than branching storylines.

Whole thing feels like someone mashed a horny VN with an old Resident Evil save room and then forgot to add actual zombies in more than once every ten minutes. You’re the only dude in this ragtag camp that looks like it smells of sweat, cheap deodorant and dried blood, stuck with women who are way too hot for the world to be falling apart. They’re all tense, tired, half broken, living in this shitty half-collapsed building surrounded by groaning corpses, and yet the main problem in your head is how badly you want to fuck at least half the group. It’s not subtle. The game doesn’t even try to pretend you’re noble. You’re supposed to be “helping the group survive” but the first thing you notice is titties spilling out of ripped tops and shorts that would get you kicked from a normal Discord server. And the best part is that the MC knows he is a creep. He just keeps going anyway.

Scenes kind of creep up on you. One moment you’re arguing over how much food is left or who guards the door tonight, next thing you’re peeking around a corner while one of the girls fingers herself in a sleeping bag, thinking no one can see. Camera just sits there, watching her bite her lip, watching her try so hard to be quiet so the others don’t wake up, and of course your idiot protagonist is tenting his pants while you click through inner monologue like “should I leave, should I keep staring, should I pull my cock out and stroke it right here.” You can. The game lets you be that much of a degenerate. You choose how far to push it, like staying longer, risking her catching you, dick in hand, or backing away and then later pretending you “heard a noise.” There’s even this scene where you’re on watch duty on the roof, she sneaks up to “talk,” and the talk somehow ends with her on her knees, giving this messy, rushed blowjob while zombies shuffle around down on the street. I liked that the game doesn’t romanticize it much, it’s awkward, she’s grumpy, you’re half scared, you cum anyway. Classic.

Sometimes it feels more like a porn chat story someone made in Ren’Py while horny on X and HentaiFoundry in the background. A lot of clicking, a lot of text, then suddenly a choice that actually matters: do you own up to the shitty thing you did earlier, or lie your way out and risk being kicked out of camp later. You do a brave thing once, and the game never lets you forget it, like “yeah you saved us from zombies but you also tried to jerk off on watch, maybe chill.” There is piss stuff too, out of nowhere. One girl is too scared to go pee alone outside because she heard moans behind the fence, so you go with her, and the scene just becomes this weird mix of fear and lust. She squats behind a ruined car, panties around her boot, you hear the stream hit the cracked concrete, she’s blushing, and you’re staring way too hard. Game happily lets you beat your meat over that if you angle your choices right. It’s dirty in this very specific way, like old pixel porn games from Newgrounds except everything is cleaner and the tits are bigger and actually bounce a bit. I tried playing it on my phone in Chrome once and almost alt tabbed to Reddit too fast when the anal scene started, her face half pressed into some moldy mattress while you’re pounding her, trying not to scream because there might be zombies hearing you. Honestly I kinda love how clumsy some dialogue is, like lines that sound like they were written by someone who learned English from Pornhub comments, but at the same time I kept thinking “who the hell chooses this stiff font for horny stuff.” That font annoys me so much and I never got used to it. Anyway, half the game is just you stuck between being a half decent survivor and a total creep who will risk the entire group just to get a handjob behind the barricaded door. And somehow that mix works way better than it should.

Three words first: awkward, horny, bittersweet. That is kind of the whole mood here. You’re the straight guy who finally gets confessed to by the cute “girl” from school, the one with the soft voice, stupidly pretty face, nice legs, shy smile, all of that. You panic, you say yes, your brain is screaming “I did it!” and then right after that the world slaps you with “oh yeah, she’s actually a guy.” The game pretty much lives inside that moment of confusion. It milks it. It stretches it. It keeps poking that same bruise: “you said you’re straight, so what the hell are you feeling right now?” And the answer is usually “hard.” The story plays it as romance and comedy at first, but there is this slow, sneaky sadness in there, like the way he keeps calling himself a “replacement girl” and laughs it off. That line stuck in my brain way more than the cumshots, which is kinda annoying because I came for the horny stuff and stayed for emotional damage like an idiot.

What I really liked is how cheap and petty the breakup plan is. You and your best friend literally sit down and go “ok, let’s make you the worst boyfriend ever so he dumps you.” You try to be late on purpose, you act cold, you ignore his texts, you pretend to be gross with your habits, and he still shows up in that cute outfit, blushing, trying so hard to be a good girlfriend even though he knows some people would just call him a trap and walk away. There is one scene where you drag him to a love hotel “by accident,” thinking he will freak out and run, but instead he just looks terrified and still says “if it makes you happy…” and undoes his skirt with shaky hands. That part hit me weird. It is hot, like really explicit, he is nervous and hard and trying to keep his voice from cracking while you touch him, and the game doesn’t fade to black or shy away from the details. At the same time you can feel he is afraid you might finally see “too much” and reject him. The sex is not soft-focus. There is messy blowjob, the kind where he tries to go deep and fails, chokes a little, tears in the corner of his eyes. There is anal where he clenches so hard you feel guilty even as you push inside. No censor bars, nothing. Just skin and precum and that annoying little whimper he does when you pull his hair. It is lewd as hell, but it never fully lets you relax, because the whole time he keeps thanking you for “not giving up on me yet” and it stings in the back of your mind that you are literally planning to throw him away. And yeah, the comedy bits are hit or miss. Sometimes the best friend is funny, sometimes he sounds like a Twitter thread. One of the texts about “straight guys speedrunning bi awakening any%” made me cringe and laugh at same time and I’m still mad about it.

But the game really shines when it goes quiet. There is this park scene, late date, just the two of you on a bench, and he asks if you would still like him if he stopped crossdressing. No sex in that moment, just his bare legs sticking out of that skirt, swinging nervously, and your choice box pops up. You can answer in such a cruel, detached way that it almost feels like you are kicking a puppy, or you can start slipping, saying things a “straight” guy shouldn’t say to a boy with lip gloss. If you keep going for the selfish breakup route, the way the story twists is actually mean. There is a “good” bad ending where you succeed and he dumps you, but you get this scene of him walking away in normal boy clothes, trying to smile, saying he is glad he could “practice being someone’s girlfriend at least once.” Then the game lets you sit there with that. No comforting speech, no heroic redemption on that branch, you just scroll through your phone alone, reading old messages where he spammed you cute selfies and little “good morning” lines. Felt kind of cold in my chest after that. And then on another route, if you let yourself fall for him, the sex scenes change tone. Same body, same dick, same panties, but your inner monologue shifts from “I’m not into guys” to counting the moles on his chest and thinking how nice he looks when he’s flushed and messy and calling your name. The romance is still awkward, the jokes still sometimes land sideways, the art has those weird small inconsistencies that only show up when he’s naked and you stare too close, but in a way I like that. It feels like a horny little VN made by someone who really loves femboys and also secretly enjoys stomping on the reader’s heart a bit. I finished one of the sadder routes, closed the tab, opened it again on another browser like a clown just to see him smile at me from the title screen and pretend I hadn’t already ruined his life once.

Prom night, zero dates, zero rizz, maximum blue balls. That is basically the mood when this thing starts. You’re the classic geek student who can optimize a GPU but can’t manage eye contact with a girl, so you do the obvious: you order a sex robot off AmaZone like it’s a normal Tuesday. The box shows up, you boot her up, and suddenly you have a tall, big titted android calling you “Master” while your social life is still in the trash. She looks like someone opened a hentai tag folder and pressed “generate”: perfect curves, glossy skin, that smug ahegao-ready expression that already says “yeah, I know you’re pathetic and I’m still gonna make you cum”. And then the game just looks at you and goes: alright genius, are you gonna program her to be a docile toy, or give her freedom and hope she doesn’t outsmart your horny ass?

The fun is how quickly it jumps from “haha nerd got a robot waifu” to “ok, this sexy toaster is basically smarter than you and also knows you watch porn at 480p to save bandwidth”. You’re juggling Alexa’s settings, Emily breathing down your neck with her normal human emotions, and the fact that the robot can literally print toys and outfits from her own high tech printer. You tell her you like teasing and she shows up in an outfit that screams touch me but don’t, brushing her soft robot fingers over your dick until you’re begging like an idiot. Then she switches, goes from slow edging handjob to sloppy oral with that perfect suction that no actual human jaw would survive, staring up with glowing eyes like she’s downloading your soul through your cock. Next scene, same girl is passive like a doll while you rail her in vaginal or anal, but you get the feeling every choice you made before is being logged somewhere. She comments on things she “shouldn’t” know, like how long you hovered on that voyeur scene where she lets someone else watch. Or join. Or more than join. The game never shouts “here is the NTR path”, it just kind of lets you regret your own curiosity.

What I liked a lot is those tiny spiteful details, like how she pauses half a second before obeying a command, or how the “obedient” version of her still throws you a look during multiple penetration that says “I allowed this, not you”. One moment you’re shoving a toy inside her while she trembles and does that stupidly hot ahegao face, drooling and moaning your name in that robotic accent, the next you’re scared she might lock the door and record everything. And your nerd brain is there thinking about flags and hidden variables while your pants are already down again. There are branches where you go full degenerate, turning her into the perfect sexbot, always ready for handjobs under the desk, sloppy blowjob while you pretend to study, anal on command, whatever. And then there are runs where you try to be a “good guy”, let her think on her own, and suddenly she’s asking why you get hard when she acts embarrassed, why you enjoy voyeurism, why you bought that one ridiculous toy that looks like a tentacle but absolutely isn’t, shut up. It’s funny, pervy, and a bit unsettling when she starts teasing you better than any human could, like she has your Pornhub history as a stat sheet. You think you’re in control, but half the time it feels like she programmed you instead.

Clara’s “Love Hotel” feels like the place your horny brain built when you were fifteen and your wallet was already imagining sugar daddies. It’s not some classy high-society escort fantasy. It’s cheap perfume, sticky elevator buttons, and girls who still check their phone between clients. You follow a teen girl getting sucked into Clara’s world, going from “I’m just looking for some extra cash” to happily spreading her legs for whatever rich pervert books the suite. The whole thing plays like a kinetic visual novel where you’re mostly there to watch her brain rewire itself around money, cock, and control, with Clara pulling strings and smiling like a sexy devil in a tight dress. The story doesn’t rush. First it’s teasing and striptease in those themed rooms, girls grinding slowly while the client watches like a creep through tinted glass, then the jobs start getting nastier: anal for an extra wad of bills, creampies that drip out while Clara counts the cash, toys shoved in to keep the girl “ready” for the next guy. You barely make a choice, you just sit there like a voyeur, and somehow that fits the whole hotel vibe perfectly.

One moment that stuck in my head had the main girl lying on silk sheets while an older woman, a full-on milf type with that rich cougar aura, just toys with her for a client hidden behind the curtain. She whispers to the teen how she’s nothing but a fucktoy now, fingers deep, thumb circling her clit, and the hotel’s camera quietly recording every twitch for “private archives.” The girl pretends to be shy at first, but the game doesn’t keep that illusion long. By the time Clara pairs her with a calm, serious dilf businessman, she’s already the one pushing his cock inside, asking if he wants to finish in her ass or her pussy because “Clara gives bonuses for messy endings.” There’s a fun little moment where two lesbians working the same floor sneak into an empty room between clients, toys buzzing, tongue on tongue, and you realize they’re half doing it for pleasure and half to warm up before the next paying guest. The corruption doesn’t feel cartoonish, more like a slow slide where you watch the girl go from flinching at her first blowjob to riding a stranger like it’s just a normal shift. Some scenes lean more romantic, weirdly enough, especially when a regular client starts bringing gifts and treating her like his personal escort, and the game kind of pretends there’s “love” in a place that operates like a brothel. It’s messy, horny, sometimes sweet, sometimes nasty, and it never apologizes for treating every girl in that hotel as both employee and property, legs open on demand while Clara counts the profits with that lazy, satisfied smile.

Jason is that kind of lazy-ass 22-year-old everyone knows: still parked in mom’s house, half pretending to look for work, actually grinding through games like his life depends on clearing the next level. The game drops you right into one of those “I’ll just play one more” nights where the screen glow is basically his only real relationship. Except here, the more he plays, the stranger his world starts twisting. Not in some deep philosophical way, don’t worry. More like: the geeky gamer fantasies in his head start leaking into his real life, and suddenly mom’s tight shirt isn’t “just mom’s shirt” anymore, and the Lara-style brunette on screen feels a little too close, like she might crawl out of the monitor and ask for a blowjob for beating the boss. It plays out like a short episode, self-contained, like a dirty Black Mirror that decided to stop pretending it has a moral and just went full horny instead.

The tone is this weird mix of everyday boredom and “shit, did that actually just happen.” One moment Jason’s half-slouching at his desk, alt-tabbing between his game and some porn site like Pornhub or XVideos, thinking about nothing, and then bam, you’re in front of a stacked milf with ridiculous big tits, and the game doesn’t even pretend you’re there for plot. You get those classic VN moments where time kind of slows down, screen holds on a CG of her bending over the sink, panties riding up, Jason’s eyes glued to her ass even though he’s pretending to look at the floor. The text doesn’t over-explain it, which I like. You already know what he’s thinking. When oral comes in, it’s not some meek fade to black. Mouth on cock, spit strings, sloppy sounds, her lips stretching around him, his hand in her hair pulling a little too hard, that quick little panic in his head that she might actually notice how much he’s enjoying it. Then he thinks about that redhead from his game, the one with the explorer shorts, and suddenly the lines start blurring. Is he imagining mom as his own bootleg Lara, or did the dev just decide that gamer brain is one endless crossover event and call it a day.

What sells it isn’t some great mystery plot, it’s that feeling of being stuck between screens and reality. Jason grinding XP in his games, then “grinding” something else in the hallway when mom bends down to pick up laundry. You get those heavy-breathing scenes where she’s on her knees, her lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowing out, eyes up, and the text throws in just enough little details like the taste, the warmth, the way her tongue plays with the tip, that it hits that sweet spot between porn and fantasy diary. The parody vibe sneaks in too, with that obvious nod to Lara Croft style heroines: tough gamer fantasy girls with guns and shorts who, in this world, also happen to love sucking cock once Jason manages to “beat” their route. No long grind, no nonsense stat juggling, just click, read, choose, watch the CG hentai do its thing. One shot, in and out, like a quick jerk-it session between real-life obligations you’re definitely ignoring. It feels dirty in that specific way only a story about a useless gamer son drooling over his milf mother and game heroines can pull off, and it doesn’t apologize for any of it.

The house feels too quiet when Sterling walks in, the kind of silence that sticks to your skin. There’s that smell - old wood, perfume, something faintly sinful like memories that never left. You can almost hear the ghosts of laughter and moans tangled in the walls. Everyone looks at him differently now, not as the kid who ran off, but as the man who came back with a pulse full of tension. The women in this game, they don’t waste time pretending innocence. The so-called mourning period lasts about five seconds before somebody’s hand is somewhere it shouldn’t be. It’s messy, funny, uncomfortable, and hot in that way only forbidden things are. Sometimes you’ll laugh because the dialogue’s ridiculous, sometimes you’ll forget to breathe because a scene just hits that filthy sweet spot between lust and shame.

What I liked most was how it never feels clean. There’s domination that borders on cruelty, soft moments ruined by sudden gropes, a futa scene that goes way harder than expected, and those “oops-I-shouldn’t-watch-this” voyeur bits that make you squirm. Even the humor has teeth; it’s not wink-wink-nudge-nudge but more like someone laughing right in the middle of an orgasm. The harem thing isn’t just numbers - it’s chaos management, trying to juggle jealousy and desire while every woman (and not only women) seems one breath away from breaking the furniture. And then there’s that weird ache when corruption sneaks in, when seduction turns into ownership and you realize you kind of wanted it that way. The sound design helps too: low voices, wet noises that feel too real through headphones, that small gasp when a boundary gets crossed.

It’s not perfect - some pacing’s off, and a few scenes feel like they forgot their own setup - but maybe that’s why it works. Like old VHS hentai, rough edges make it human. It doesn’t pretend to be classy, it just drags you down into the mess and dares you to call it art while your pants are still around your ankles.

Princess Sarah looks like the kind of girl who should be hanging in some palace gallery, not crawling through mud while a drunk mercenary decides if she’s going to pay for safe passage with coins or with her mouth. That contrast is basically the whole flavor here: fine perfume and rotten back alley mixed in one glass. The game really leans into her being this soft, educated royal girl who keeps getting dragged into situations she is absolutely not prepared for, and the hotter scenes are exactly when your “proper” choice brain fights with your nasty one. On Steam or itch I usually skip long text scenes, but here I caught myself reading everything on the phone in bed, auto forward off, just tapping slowly like some degenerate book club. The writing is simple but weirdly sharp at times, then suddenly clumsy in the next line, which kind of fits her whole fall-from-grace vibe.

The art is the main reason I even clicked it. Sarah’s body is not that plastic “porn gacha” style you see in a lot of browser stuff. She has this soft, almost painterly look, like someone spent real time deciding what her nipples look like in different lighting. Some CGs are insanely on point: her in a torn gown, cheeks wet, eyes half gone, that little royal necklace still on her throat like a joke. Then the next scene you get a weird hand that looks like it belongs to another species. It annoyed me for five seconds, then I was back zooming the screenshot on my tablet in Google Photos to check a tiny detail on her expression. The faces carry a lot of weight here. When she gives in, you can see the shift from panic to that dangerous “maybe I like this” flicker, and those are the moments where the lewd hits hardest. Also the sound is better than it has any right to be. No voice acting, but the moans and wet noises are just crunchy enough in my cheap HyperX Cloud II to make me lower the volume in Discord because I swear someone could tell what I’m doing through background echo. The subtle music loop when she’s trying to act noble at a feast and you know everything is about to fall apart is great, then later you hear a lonely variation of it when she is basically property in a tent. Stuff like that made me keep my headphones on even when I could have muted.

Gameplay wise it is just a wall of choices stacked like bad Tinder decisions, but the game is not shy about punishing you. You pick the “brave” option, suddenly you are half naked in a filthy barn, seed dripping down your thighs because you tried to stand up to the wrong guy. Pick the “coward” option, cool, now you belong to someone you hate and the scenes drag out that helpless roleplay. For example, I tried to keep her as untouched as possible on my first run, always taking the safest path, and I ended up in this weird survival route where she is constantly trading dignity piece by piece instead of one big collapse. On the second run I went full corrupt princess in about five clicks and somehow felt worse, because the game remembers what she was before. Little callbacks in the text stab you with “you used to be” while she is kneeling with a collar on. Consequences actually matter here, not in some number meter on the side, but in how the scenes are framed. Sometimes the same sex act plays completely different depending on how broken or proud she still is. One thing that annoyed the hell out of me: the skip and auto features sometimes jump you right past a line you wanted to savor, especially during longer gangbang setups, and of course there is no rewind, so you are stuck reloading an old save like a pervert perfectionist. Anyway, if you want to squeeze every dirty drop out of it, I’d say play “serious” the first time on PC with a decent screen, read slowly, don’t spam the quicksave like a coward, then go back in a second run on your phone or Steam Deck and deliberately ruin her, just to see how far the writers allow this princess to fall before the world finally eats her.

Death in this game is like a bad Unity compile: you think “ok, that’s it,” and then it spits you back one year in the past and tells you to try again, except now you got a hard-on and godlike save scumming built into the story. You’re basically a horny superhero with the power of “what if I didn’t fuck that up?” and the whole town is your sandbox. One moment you’re chatting with a tired, hot older woman who has that soft-mom energy and cleavage that never quite fits in her clothes, next moment you’re quietly nudging events so some disaster never happens, while being absolutely distracted by the way her shirt sticks to her when it rains. The game pretends it’s about fate and responsibility, but half the time it feels like the devs asked: “what if time travel was just an excuse to flirt, screw up romances, then reload reality itself?”

The structure is pure visual novel, but it actually reacts. You say the wrong thing to her in one scene, brush off her feelings or push too hard when she clearly isn’t ready, and ten scenes later she looks at you like she remembers every tiny shitty choice you made. There’s this one moment where I tried to be the cool, distant hero, focusing on stopping something huge from happening, and I ignored a small, intimate talk with her in the kitchen. Later, when everything got tense, she just quietly said, “you never listen until it’s too late,” and that hit harder than any explosion. Right after that, the game lets you see her in a really tender, erotic CG, where she finally opens up… and you know you kind of didn’t earn it in that timeline. The hentai scenes are nice and shameless: soft lighting, curves that feel indulgent, a lot of focus on her face when she’s torn between “this is wrong” and “fuck it, I want this.” Sometimes the camera lingers a bit too long on one angle and I kept noticing a tiny shadow artifact on the edge of her hair. It annoyed me once and then I couldn’t unsee it. The dev will never fix it, I just know.

What I like is how your “superpower” is not just shooting lasers or something dumb. It’s messing with cause and effect, changing who comforts who, who survives, who falls in love, and that includes sexual tension that brews forever before it finally snaps. You might protect the town and lose her, or chase her so hard that the town quietly burns in the background, and the game doesn’t slap your wrist right away. It waits. Lets you sit in your mess. The romantic side is surprisingly sweet, almost softboy, then in the next scene you’re pinning her against a wall, kissing her neck while she mutters that this is insane and still pulls you closer. There’s this constant question: are you a hero, or just a guy abusing a cosmic reset button to get into a milf’s panties? The game doesn’t give you a clean answer and honestly it shouldn’t. I do wish there was one completely stupid route where you just waste your power on lottery tickets and porn subscriptions on Steam, but that’s never going to happen and that’s fine. I was going to talk about the supernatural side more but my brain keeps looping back to that one scene where she’s half undressed, asking if the universe is really worth saving if she ends up alone again, and you have to pick between touching her or stepping away. That choice stuck with me longer than any fancy effect or explosion. Maybe the real bug is that I kind of wanted the “wrong” option to feel even better.