This fantasy romp throws you straight into the deep end - you wake up in some demon lord's castle with zero explanation and a very real threat of getting murdered if you step out of line. The premise sounds terrifying until you realize you're basically living in a supernatural harem situation. Your captor might be temperamental and deadly, but hey, at least the other prisoners are gorgeous monster girls who apparently have nothing better to do than chat you up.

The 3D animations are surprisingly smooth when things get steamy, and trust me, they do get steamy. Each demon girl has her own personality quirks and backstory that actually matter - not just cookie-cutter "I'm horny" dialogue. One minute you're having a philosophical discussion about imprisonment, the next you're getting a handjob from a succubus who's genuinely curious about human anatomy. The contrast is jarring but somehow works. What doesn't work is how the male protagonist occasionally sounds like he wandered in from a completely different game, spouting generic hentai lines that clash with the otherwise decent writing.

The castle exploration feels pointless though - you can wander around all you want, but there's really only a handful of rooms that matter. I kept expecting some kind of escape plot or deeper mystery about why you're there, but nope, it's just "talk to demon girls, get sexual favors, repeat." Not that I'm complaining about the sexual content itself - the big-titted demon designs are genuinely creative, mixing traditional succubus elements with more exotic monster features. The handjob scenes have actual technique variety instead of the usual repetitive motions. Still wish there was more plot substance beyond "don't anger the boss lady while you fuck her subordinates." But sometimes simple works.

It starts like one of those days where everything’s supposed to be normal, but the moment you see Marge bending over the laundry basket, or Edna leaning too close over the desk, you already know you’re screwed. The whole town feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for something filthy to happen, and it always does. You play this young troublemaker who’s got more hormones than sense, and the game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about it. Every scene feels like you’re peeking behind a curtain you weren’t supposed to touch - spying through keyholes, catching Lisa doing something she really shouldn’t, getting caught yourself and somehow turning that into another perverted opportunity. It’s messy, animated in that weirdly familiar way that makes you both nostalgic and guilty at once.

There’s this thing the game does where it makes you think you’re in control, like your choices matter, but then you end up blackmailing someone without even realizing how you got there. One second you’re joking around, next you’re groping Luann in her kitchen while she pretends to resist but totally doesn’t. The writing isn’t clean - sometimes the dialogue jumps, sometimes it’s awkward - but that’s kind of what makes it hot. It feels like you’re reading a dirty fanfic written by someone who actually grew up watching these characters and decided to finally make their fantasies real. The moaning sounds are ridiculous, over the top, but they work. And when the creampie scenes hit, they hit.

Honestly, I didn’t expect to enjoy the voyeurism parts so much. Watching Marge cheat, or Edna lose control in the school bathroom, there’s something raw there, like you’re seeing people you shouldn’t see in moments that were never meant to be shared. The cheating theme runs deep - everyone’s fucking someone else, and somehow it all loops back to you. It’s chaotic, wrong, hilarious, and way too addictive for what it is. You’ll probably feel dirty after playing, but you’ll still reload it the next day just to see what happens if you push the boundaries a little further.

You know that guy in the office who flirts too much, stares at tits a little too long, somehow still keeps his job because he knows where all the bodies are buried? In this game, that guy is you, and HR already gave up. You torched your old career by fucking around with the boss’s daughter and teasing half the female staff until the whole place looked like a hentai forum thread you shouldn’t scroll at work. The parent company can’t fire you without risking all their dirty secrets getting leaked, so they ship you off to a new branch and lock you into “100% remote work” like that’s going to stop your dick from ruining lives. It starts so harmless too: video calls with your new coworkers, polite emails, Slack messages that should be boring… but the corruption creeps in fast. A harmless compliment about a tight skirt. A “camera accidentally still on” moment after a shower. A late-night report where she’s wearing a blouse that really doesn’t want to stay buttoned. You’re supposed to behave. You absolutely don’t.

The fun part is how the game lets you poke at their limits. The girls all start out like normal coworkers, the kind you’d follow on Instagram and pretend you’re not zooming in on their pics. There’s the one who pretends to be a professional but is clearly thirsty for attention every time she leans too close to the webcam, boobs practically begging for an HR ticket. The boss’s daughter pops up again, and this time she’s pretending she’s “more mature now”, while stretching on camera so her big tits almost fall out of her top. Half the time you’re reading emails, the other half you’re choosing if you play it nice, act like a creep, or slowly corrupt them so they’re the ones asking you to stay in the call a little longer. There’s voyeur stuff too, but not in a subtle way. Sometimes the game throws you into these “remote access” scenes where suddenly you’re watching her in her bedroom, phone propped at a weird angle, ass filling half the screen while she thinks nobody is watching. You know that slightly messy AI generated look where the ass is too perfect and the boobs look like they cost half a salary? Yeah, that. It’s not “art”, but it hits that dirty brain spot.

What I liked is how your choices can fuck up everything without a big pop-up yelling at you. You go too hard too fast with one girl, she pulls away, suddenly your video meetings are all cold and formal, and the route quietly locks itself into the “you pushed it, now deal with it” ending. Another time, you play innocent for a while, pretending you care about her workload, and she starts teasing you herself, legs up on the desk during a call, panties clearly visible, pretending she doesn’t notice. Sometimes the endings are weirdly soft, sometimes they’re just “ok you fucked her, credits”, and sometimes the boss shows up and things get way more complicated and way more hot than they should be for an office game. Not everything looks perfect, some AI scenes have that slightly off vibe where a hand is like “what is that finger doing”, but honestly it kind of fits the dirty, not-quite-legal style of the whole story. You’re not here for gallery-level art, you’re here to be a corrupt bastard with a work laptop and too much access to horny coworkers, and the game really leans into that, then pretends it’s about “productivity”.

Rilly looks like the kind of girl who would bully you on Discord, send you a cursed meme, then accidentally ruin your whole life with one drunk selfie. The game drops you right inside her mess: phones buzzing, group chats exploding, horny DMs stacking up while she’s trying to remember what the hell happened that night. You’re not some big hero, you’re basically a creep with a god view of her phone and her camera roll, watching her stumble through secrets and lies while everyone around her wants something from her body or her reputation. The fun part is how the game weaponizes humiliation. One minute she’s teasing some loser virgin in chat, calling him pathetic while dangling a blurred pic as “reward,” and the next moment you’re the one realizing everyone might have a copy of a photo she doesn’t even remember taking, and she’s the one on the leash. It’s hot in a kind of ugly way. Not elegant porn, just messy, spiteful, phone-screen sex drama.

What hooked me is how much of the action is in text and tiny choices instead of giant porn buttons. You’re reading chat logs, watching her type and delete messages, trying to decide if she flirts harder, plays the cruel goth queen, or just panics. I had this one scene where she’s on voice call, camera off, and the guy on the other side is begging to see her feet. She rolls her eyes, slams her legs on the table, snaps a lazy foot pic with chipped black nail polish, sends it, and the game instantly flips to his POV-style messages, full meltdown, thanking his “goddess” while she spams “lol” and calls him her little toy. The animation is AI CG, kind of uncanny but in a way that fits the vibe: her pink hair looks too perfect, her tongue out in stupid ahegao faces while her eyes still look tired and empty from the hangover. It’s not cinematic or clean, but that’s why it works. It feels like you’re scrolling through some cursed Twitter thread you shouldn’t see. And every time a new voyeur angle appears, like a hallway photo where she clearly didn’t hold the phone, you get this mix of “fuck, that’s hot” and “oh shit, someone is watching her all the time.”

The game pretends you’re here to help her “find the truth,” but honestly it keeps pushing you to be just as shitty as the people around her. You can choose to leak something in a chat to humiliate another girl, and the side effect is Rilly getting dragged harder in a group call later. There’s a sequence where she’s drunk, camera on, and some guy is talking softly, guiding her to strip piece by piece “for fun,” and the UI quietly shows more viewers joining without her noticing. Virgin guys get roasted, worshippers get stepped on, and Rilly shifts from bratty dom energy to shaking, embarrassed mess when someone plays a saved audio of her moaning back to her in a later call. The netorare angle creeps in too: you’re reading a log where some dude is bragging about fucking “the pink-haired slut from last night” while another guy who was obviously into her is in the same chat, spamming question marks and slowly realizing it’s her. She doesn’t even know they’re talking about her yet. I kinda hate the game for how dirty that felt. I also kinda went back to replay that route trying to unlock every variation of her reaction scene, because I’m a degenerate completionist and the gallery makes a little noise when you fill a new slot and my brain likes that. Anyway, if your thing is watching a girl get trapped in her own phone, worshipped and humiliated in the same breath, this one is stupidly effective at making you feel like the worst kind of voyeur, and somehow you keep clicking.

Elisa’s campus looks normal for like five seconds. Brick buildings, bright sun on the field, some basic-ass lockers that look like they were copied from a stock photo, the usual. Then the camera follows her in that too-tight cheer outfit and suddenly everything feels one step away from a cult ritual with pom-poms. She’s this pretty, slightly naive girl with that “I want everyone to love me” energy, and the game never lets you forget that every choice is about who gets to play with that weakness. Sometimes it is her using it. Sometimes it is someone using it on her. Often both, which is the fun part.

The mood swings a lot. One moment she’s trying to be a good student, actually doing homework in her dorm while you click through dialogue and think “ok, normal VN stuff,” then some smug guy from the team sits on her desk like he owns the room and the energy flips. He talks down to her, calls her his “little mascot”, pulls her by the chin, and you get those options like “push him away” or “go on your knees” and you know damn well what the horny part of your brain wants. When you choose to give in, the scene does not play shy. There is full-on oral, sloppy, with her mascara just a bit smeared and the camera way too close to her lips moving up and down his cock. The animation is not Hollywood smooth, it looks slightly janky sometimes, but honestly that makes it feel more like a cursed amateur sex tape some eldritch entity left in the school archive. I liked that. I hated that. I still clicked again.

What got me was how the power flips are not clean. You can push her into this queen-bitch path, where she realizes guys will do anything just to get between her legs. She learns to weaponize her smile in the locker room, telling some nerd to hold her bag, calling him “doggy” while she steps close enough that his brain shuts down. She humiliates him softly, making him stare at her panties under the skirt, then laughing when he stutters. And yet later, in the same save, she can be on her back in a dark classroom, legs spread, taking rough vaginal pounding from a teacher who talks like he owns her future. “You want that scholarship, Elisa?” he asks, and the text choices pretend she has a say, but you already chose the path ten scenes earlier. There is something almost Lovecraft about that. Not the tentacles, but the idea that her “freedom” is just a thin veil over deeper control. She thinks she manipulates; the system manipulates her. Also there is a blowjob behind the bleachers that goes on longer than it should and I still remember how her throat bulged a little when he forced himself deeper. The sounds are filthy in a good way and then someone walks by outside and she has to keep sucking while silently panicking. I wanted more scenes where she fully takes charge and uses guys like furniture, just stomping on their ego and dignity, but the game keeps pulling her back into being the toy too. It annoyed me. It turned me on. I’m still not sure which part won.

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

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

Chicago has never looked this filthy and I mean that as a compliment and also a threat. You’re not just some random thug in a hat, baby, you’re the hungry little bastard in a cheap suit trying to claw your way up while the city smells like smoke, cheap liquor, and bad decisions. One second you’re in a backroom with your dick in your hand because some animated bombshell just whispered the right thing in your ear, the next you’re choosing whether to sell someone out to the cops or shove them in the trunk. It’s very “suck a cock, shoot a snitch, light a cigarette” in that order, and the game really does not care about your moral panic. I went in for the porn, I stayed because suddenly I was like, “hold up, did I just talk my way out of a massacre and into a blowjob on a dusty office desk?”

What kills me is how it flips from horny to tense without asking permission. You’re staring at this older lady, right, she’s got that full MILF vibe, dress hugging her hips, voice smooth like old jazz on a bad speaker, and she’s talking about money, territory, respect. She’s also clearly checking you out. I picked one flirty line just for fun, expecting the usual “haha, maybe later” and instead my character is on his knees in some smoky lounge, tongue working, her hand tangled in his hair while she talks business like this is a normal Wednesday. And the camera does not shy away. Mouth, spit, lipstick a little ruined, that slow head movement, the way she uses you like a toy while deciding who gets shot tomorrow. If you’re into oral, the game understands you at a real spiritual level. It’s not just “he puts it in mouth, scene over.” They linger on it. Rhythm, control, humiliation, praise, all in one sloppy little loop. And yes, I replayed that scene with different choices. For research. Obviously.

But under all the cum and crime, there’s actually this weird feeling that your choices matter more than usual porn junk. Sometimes you go in thinking, “yeah yeah, I’ll pick the rude options, I’m the big bad gangster, rawr,” and suddenly some side character remembers that you threatened them three scenes ago and now the meeting goes sideways. Or that hot married MILF who teased you earlier? She might push you down on the sofa and ride you just because you backed her against her husband, or she might ignore you completely if you played the loyal nice guy. And it stings when she ignores you, I won’t lie, I sat there like a clown. Also, little detail that got stuck in my brain for no reason: there’s this one moment where you’re jerking off alone, tension high as hell, looking out over the city through a dirty window, and it actually feels pathetic in a good way. Like, you’re this “big” criminal, yet you’re still just a horny idiot with your hand on your cock, trying to forget that half the city wants you dead. That mix of sleaze and anxiety is kind of the whole mood. The story doesn’t always hit perfectly, some scenes feel like they fast forward just when it’s getting spicy, and the pacing is a tiny bit drunk, but honestly that also kinda fits. Gangster life. Messy, horny, badly timed, full of guilt and spit.

Luciene feels like that hot neighbor you always see through the window on a lazy Sunday, except this time you’re the one stuck inside her house and the walls are a bit too thin and nobody here respects privacy at all. She’s in her early 40s, body that screams “I go to yoga but I also drink wine in the bath,” huge tits, big soft ass that jiggles when she walks from the kitchen to the living room. The game just throws you into her daily life like “yeah, you’re her now, enjoy,” and suddenly every normal thing turns horny as fuck. You’re taking a long shower, thinking about nothing, and then there’s that tiny sound outside the bathroom door, or a shadow moving. Is someone watching? Are you secretly loving it? Do you spread your legs a little wider, just in case there’s an eye in the keyhole? I caught myself dragging time in the bathroom on purpose, stroking her pussy slowly, watching the animation loop, waiting to see if something different would trigger. Sometimes nothing happens and you feel dumb, sometimes one of the “kids” walks down the hall and you get that little rush in your chest like you got caught jerking off with your phone brightness too high.

It’s that kind of slow corruption that feels like water dripping in your head. At first Luciene is just doing chores, folding clothes, vacuuming, sunbathing in that tiny swimsuit that is 100% not made for a woman with that kind of ass, and the camera lingers in all the wrong places. You open the management screen to plan her day, like “ok, today she’ll do some yoga, maybe cook, maybe check her phone,” and it looks so innocent, but you’re actually setting up who can see her and how far you can push her. You want her to stay a good woman, right? Nah, you start testing things. No bra under the shirt. Shorter shorts to clean the living room. Let her bend over in front of someone “by accident.” Then you check her status and see she’s getting more comfortable with being watched, more turned on when she knows someone could be there. It’s like you’re training her to become addicted to eyes on her skin. And yeah, sometimes the game is a bit slow and you’re just wandering around the house like an idiot, clicking the same room three times because you’re sure you missed a jerk-off scene or some voyeur trigger, but that makes the dirty stuff hit harder when it finally shows up. One time I sent her to sunbathe and just left it looping while I scrolled Twitter, came back, and some tentacle monster thing from the pool event chain had grabbed her, wrapping around those thick thighs, sliding between her legs while she’s half pretending to fight it and half grinding on it, and I was like “ok I did not plan this but I’m not pressing skip.” The way she goes from “what the hell” to “fuck, don’t stop” in her expressions feels really good, even if sometimes the animations repeat a bit too much and you start noticing little details instead of the big picture. Like the way her fingers twitch when she gives a handjob, or how her nipples stay hard after a scene even in totally normal locations, like she’s walking around the kitchen after getting tentacle fucked and you just know she’s wet under that dress and nobody else in the room has any clue. Or maybe they do. That’s the part that keeps messing with my head, the constant feeling that everyone is watching everyone and pretending they’re not.

What makes it hit for me is that it never treats Luciene like some clueless puppet. Even when she’s a virgin about certain kinks, she feels like a grown woman choosing to lean into it, teasing on purpose. She’ll “accidentally” leave a door cracked open while touching herself on the bed, hips rolling slow, glancing toward the hallway like she wants a silhouette to show up. You’re the one deciding how many of those moments happen in a day, like some obsessive freak micromanaging her descent. It scratches that yandere part of my brain where I want to control everything she feels, every dick she touches, every monster she lets inside her, but also I get weirdly jealous if I push her too far. I sent her to help one of the guys with something in his room, and it escalated into this intense teasing scene, her sitting on his lap, pressing that huge ass down, stroking him through his pants with this smug look, and I actually caught myself thinking “ok, maybe that’s enough, he doesn’t get more than this.” Which is stupid, because I’m the one clicking all the horny choices. It’s like the game turns you into both the protective owner and the person corrupting her at the same time. And because it runs on the phone too, it’s way too easy to open it on the bus “just to check the schedule” and then suddenly Luciene is in the garden, topless, pretending she needs sun on her nipples for “health,” while some monster lurks on the edge of the property and the house is full of people who might walk past the window at any second. I was sitting there with my screen tilted down like a criminal, watching her masturbate on the lounge chair, fingers circling slow, her face flushed, knowing there’s a non-zero chance someone is watching her from inside the house and she’s getting off on that idea. Honestly it feels less like a normal porn game and more like you’re building your own little pervert ecosystem, where every path leads to someone getting corrupted and exposed and used, and you’re smiling about it because you’re the one who planned the whole day.

Zach is the kind of guy who knows the exact upload schedule of his favorite online dominatrix, but pretends he “just saw it in recommendations.” You know the type. One hand in his pants, the other on Reddit, arguing about whether hypnosis can actually turn a bratty dom into a drooling toy. Then one day he ends up with a real mind control helmet in his lap and Mistress Red tied to a chair in his crappy apartment, staring at him with that “I’d ruin your life for fun” look… and suddenly there’s no pause button. That’s pretty much the whole vibe here: you are sitting inside the head of a horny coward who just got god-level power and no emotional maturity to handle it. Sometimes he tries to be nice. Sometimes he absolutely does not. The game just quietly asks, “Alright quiz fans, A, B, C or D: do you fry her brain, make her your anal-obsessed house pet, or actually talk to her like a person?” and then watches what you click.

The kink stuff hits fast and messy in the best way. Once you get the helmet going, there are scenes where you stack triggers on her like you are building a cursed trivia scorecard. Say a word, watch her drop to her knees. Snap your fingers, she presents her ass, cheeks spread, no questions asked. There is this one moment where you tell her she can speak freely, then flip a suggestion so every time she tries to insult you, her mouth instead begs you to put a butt plug in and pull her hair. It feels gross and hot at the same time, like deleting your browser history right after you close Pornhub. Bondage is everywhere, but it is not just “shibari background decoration.” You actually watch Zach experiment. First he fumbles with ropes like a virgin trying to tie his first shoelace, then later he’s strapping her to a table, collar on, wrists locked, vibrator pressed against her clit, and she is moaning that she belongs to him while her eyes are dead and glossy from the hypnosis loop he ran twenty times in a row. And then you still get options to act like you are some moral hero. Which you are not. Not after what you did with that remote-controlled plug and her ass clenched so hard she almost snapped it in two during that “test run.”

I kind of love how the game lets domination swing both ways even when it feels unfair. Mistress Red is a pro dom, she knows her shit, and if you back off with the mind control or screw up a suggestion, she starts getting into your head instead. There is a route where you give her back some control, thinking, “Ok, redemption arc, I am a good person now,” and three scenes later she is the one using the helmet on you, making you kneel, edging you with a toy on your dick while she laughs and tells you exactly how pathetic your porn addiction is. That switch into female domination feels less like a clean route change and more like a trap you walked into because you wanted to feel less guilty. The game kind of quiet about it, but it really leans on that “who’s actually in charge here?” question. Also, the 3D style is a bit stiff in some angles, like weird elbow joints and one chair that looks like it was stolen from The Sims 2, and it annoyed me way more than it should. I kept staring at that chair during a really nasty anal scene where you’ve got her bent over it, drool on her chin, collar tight, her brain buzzing from post-hypnotic suggestions, and all I could think was “why is that texture so flat.” Anyway, between the mind control helmet, the moral illusions, the toys, and Zach trying to pretend he is not a villain while literally rewriting a woman’s brain, the whole thing feels like a dirty quiz where every answer is wrong but you still click next.

Nolan’s life goes to shit in one afternoon. Fired, broke, ego crushed, he runs away to this tiny town that looks like it was ripped out of some cozy postcard, the kind of place where the loudest thing at night is a cricket and someone’s shitty truck. He just wants to drift, jerk off in peace, maybe pull himself together eventually. Instead, he walks straight into a war. A mega-corp shows up with glossy smiles and legal papers, ready to kick everyone out and drill the ground until there’s nothing left but holes and regret. And the most ridiculous part? The one thing standing between the town and total ruin is who he decides to fuck. Not metaphorically. Literally, who he puts his dick in changes the fate of everything.

Every route feels like its own little universe. One evening you’re on a rickety porch swing with the girl who pretends she doesn’t care, her shirt two sizes too small for those massive tits that bounce even when she breathes. She lights a cigarette, complains about the corporate scum, then suddenly she’s on her knees between your legs, mouthing off about “stress relief” while her lips wrap around your cock. The blowjob scene there is slow and messy, with more focus on her expression than any fancy camera bullshit. She gags, wipes spit off her chin with the back of her hand, grins like a brat, then asks you what you’re willing to sacrifice. You click a choice while your dick is still inside her throat. That’s the tone. Plot and porn stitched together so hard they start to feel the same. Another night, different path, you’re in a cramped office drowning in paperwork with the “responsible” woman. She’s got the biggest boobs in the whole game, all tightly packed into a blouse that begs for mercy. She makes you help her crunch numbers for some sneaky legal counterattack, and it’s actually kind of tense, kind of smart. Then, as a “reward,” she closes the door, climbs on your lap, pulls your cock out and presses it against herself while your hand is buried under her bra, fingers squeezing those huge, warm tits. She starts grinding, whispering in your ear about court filings and land ownership while you’re trying not to cum in your pants too early. When she finally slides you in and rides you until you creampie her on her desk, the game quietly shifts a flag in the background that changes the entire endgame strategy. It looks like a porn scene, but the script underneath is doing work.

What really sells it is how low-key rude the game is about your choices. You don’t just pick “good guy” or “asshole” from a menu. You decide whose bed you end up in, how honest you are with them, whether you pull out or fill them up, whether you help with their weird late-night problem or just jerk off alone thinking about their huge tits and fall asleep. There are several moments where the game lets you be a selfish dick in very horny ways. Like the shower scene where she’s already stroking you with soapy hands, water running over those big breasts, and you can either help her wash or just grab her head and fuck her throat until she’s choking on your cum, then pretend you didn’t notice she wanted more intimacy. That tiny click will echo much later when the town is on the edge and she suddenly trusts you less, or more, depending how you handled her. There’s a masturbation scene where Nolan imagines different futures with each woman, jerking himself off while the game quietly branches according to whose face he’s picturing when he finishes. Handjob scenes sometimes feel more loaded than full-on sex, because you’re talking about eviction notices while a soft hand is squeezing the base of your cock, thumb rubbing the tip as pre drips out, and you’re choosing dialogue options that might save or damn your neighbors. It’s horny, yes, but weirdly heavy too. Then again, nothing is really fair when your orgasm is basically a vote.