Ace is that kind of guy you meet at a shitty afterparty and immediately know he only remembers names long enough to moan them. He works in porn, he treats sex like people treat swiping on Tinder, and his biggest life philosophy is basically “whose mouth, whose hole, what time.” Zero shame, zero depth, and somehow it fits him. The whole story kicks off when his genius boss decides Halloween is the perfect time to drag a porn crew into a creaky mansion in the middle of nowhere and shoot something “themed.” Of course Ace signs up. Of course. Hot girls, a big house full of places to sneak around, and a paycheck. On the surface it sounds like one more shoot for him, except this place has a history that doesn’t stay politely in the past and the girls are not just disposable fuckdolls. At least, not all of them. You’re moving around this mansion, checking rooms, spying on girls when they think nobody is watching, catching them in half-costumes and half-truths. The game really leans into that quiet moment when you’re hidden in a dark corner and she thinks she’s alone in her bedroom, fingers slowly sliding under panties, or kneeling in front of some “practice” prop, mouth opening like she’s rehearsing. The animation makes it feel like you’re stuck watching your own dirty imagination move in slow circles. I opened it thinking “ok, quick jerk,” and then I’m sitting there planning which corridor to stalk next.

I like how it pretends to be a harmless porn shoot and then keeps dropping these little choices that feel like they don’t matter at first, until suddenly they do. You flirt with one girl by the staircase instead of going to the kitchen, and later she’ll be the one tugging your belt open behind a dusty curtain, lips doing all the talking while she glares up like she owns you. Or you ignore her and maybe she’s the one screaming somewhere deeper in the house while you’re busy getting your dick sucked by someone else in an attic room. The game doesn’t scream at you that it’s a sandbox, it just sort of lets you wander, get lost, peek, jerk off in places you really shouldn’t, and stumble into scenes that feel like you crashed someone’s private porno. The dating angle is messy in a good way: you’re not this romantic hero, you’re Ace, you fuck around, say stupid things, pick the “wrong” girl, then later she’s the only one who still trusts you enough to drag you into a bathroom, lock the door with a shaky hand and drop to her knees like “we don’t have much time” while you’re half thinking about ghosts and half about keeping quiet so nobody hears her gagging on your cock. The voyeur parts are where it gets strangely intimate: watching two girls argue in the hallway, then one storms off and the other stays behind, leaning on the railing, breathing hard, sliding one hand up under her skirt, angry and horny and not knowing Ace is right behind a cracked door, stroking himself in sync. The phone format actually fits the whole thing, by the way; it feels dirty to be playing it on the same screen where you check work email and grocery lists. You go from solving some small puzzle with a creaky lock to getting your face sat on by a girl still in half her Halloween makeup, smearing lipstick on your skin while she grinds on your tongue like she’s auditioning for her own scene. It’s rough around the edges in that “made by horny humans with too much coffee and not enough QA” way, but honestly that kind of matches Ace himself, all impulse and no filter. There’s this one moment where you’re supposed to be doing something serious, digging into the mansion’s story, and instead you end up watching grainy footage on an old screen of a previous shoot that never finished, zooming in on a girl on her knees, drool webbing from her lips while she takes a thick cock deep, and you’re just there, thumb on your phone, stroking to a fictional guy who is technically your colleague. It’s grimy and hot and a little wrong, which is exactly why I kept going back into that damn mansion instead of answering my actual messages.

This one hits that weird place in the brain where horny and anxious sit at the same table and smoke together. You’re this pretty normal dude, married to this goth catgirl, Katherine, and she’s soft and sweet and stacked in all the right places, but your brain is rotting from this one fantasy you keep pushing down: you want to watch her get fucked by other people. Not stolen from you, not stolen forever, just… used in front of you. It’s not romantic, it’s not wholesome, it’s messy and a bit cruel, and the game doesn’t pretend otherwise. It starts small, like gentle teasing and talking about porn and who she’d “hypothetically” fuck, and then it kind of slides downhill into collars, toys, and way too many hands on her at once. There is kissing, there is groping, there is that slow moment when another guy’s fingers are spreading her while you just sit and listen to the wet sounds and you’re not sure if you hate yourself for liking it. The audio styling in my head went crazy there, like one of those TikTok ear-cleaning ASMRs but filthy.

Katherine herself looks like she would moan nicely directly into a high-end mic: big boobs that don’t care about gravity, thick ass, stockings, that smug little fang and cat ears that twitch when she starts to enjoy something she “definitely didn’t agree to like this much.” Sometimes she’s playful dom, sitting on your lap and asking if you want to see her take a bigger cock than yours, sometimes she’s the one getting dominated, pinned by some muscular stranger or even these non-human guys, claws and tails and too many teeth. The whole thing has this monster girl / furry spice without going full nonsense; like, she is still very much a soft wife you can cuddle, but then she’s gagging on another guy’s cock while you are forced to watch, and you hear the slurping and choking in your head like a cheap but effective ASMR audio on Pornhub. I liked the group scenes way more than I wanted: big bodies crowding around her, tits bouncing, hands spreading her pussy while someone rubs her throat from the outside because they’re buried so deep in her mouth. There’s one part where they titfuck her until she’s covered in cum and she looks at you with that “you asked for this” expression that honestly hits harder than any orgasm. And then there is a scene with sex toys where they use a vibrator on her clit while you only get to hold her hand, like some kind of pervert emotional support animal.

What surprised me a bit is how it actually stays focused on your fetish instead of turning into generic harem porn; you are in the room. You are not the hero, not really, more like the audience with a marriage certificate. Watching her sit between two guys, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and she still calls your name, that hits strange. There is some interracial heat, darker skin, different body types, and her pale goth curves between them, and it makes the contrasts really obvious in a good way. The neko thing is used nicely too, little tail grabs, someone pulling on her ears while she’s riding. I kinda wish the game had more real sound design, like proper ear-licking style moans, but also I know it would probably ruin it with bad looping, so whatever, I’ll complain and still enjoy. The femdom flavor shows up when she makes you sit and not touch your dick while others touch her everywhere, and I swear it feels like one of those “don’t move” ASMR triggers where the whole tension is in your shoulders and crotch. You get scenes of straight vaginal sex, flashy oral, messy group sex, a bit of swinging and even that quiet moment after, where she’s covered in cum and curls up to you, purring like a cat that just clawed your favorite couch. And yeah, the UI click sound annoyed me after a while and I kept waiting for a toggle that I never found, but I just pretended it was like someone tapping a mic before whispering filth into it and somehow that worked.

This thing starts like you woke up inside some fucked up femdom hentai Reddit thread that got too much budget and too much soap opera. You die, blink, and boom, new world where every woman looks like she could crush your skull with her thighs and every dude looks like they escaped from a pastel boykisser meme and never touched their own dick on purpose. You’re the weird one here, the “normal” guy from a world where porn tabs are just part of morning routine, suddenly stuck in a place where girls are horny like teenage boys and boys act like sex is a chore and feelings are a weapon. Society is panicking, fertility going to shit, so everybody is slowly losing it in different ways. On the surface it’s funny, like parody of isekai and those dumb “Amazon planet” comics, and then it goes “ok now mommy wants to ride you while lecturing you about family values” and it doesn’t blink.

Your new “family” is where it gets horny and messy at the same time. They treat you like this pure puppy they can train, all soft and innocent, while the screen is literally showing your adoptive milf licking precum off your shaft and calling it “research.” They think you don’t know what’s going on. Joke is on them, you’re corrupt little shit from the start, but the game kinda makes you work up to it. Early on there is a ton of teasing: shower doors left half open, tight shirts with nipples poking through, “accidental” grinding during hugs, long POV shots of you trying not to cum in your pants while someone’s amazon ass is right in your face. There is masturbation scenes everywhere, like everyone in this house has different idea of “me time.” The mom going at it with a monster toy that actually reacts and wiggles, the bratty femboy cousin hate-masturbating while calling all other males trash, that one ghost girl that literally jerks you off while invisible and you watch your cock move in the air with sloppy sounds. Half paranormal horror, half “I’m cumming on nothing, what the fuck.”

Sex itself is pretty wild. It is not just “press button, insert dick, win.” The girls are big, strong, usually in charge, pinning you on the bed, grabbing your throat, riding you until you start begging, then laughing at you for being such a good little toy. Lots of corruption vibes both ways. At first they try to keep you “cute” and soft, dressing you in girly clothes, thigh highs, even trying to tuck you in like some sissy femboy. Then you slowly start using their own kinks against them. You get scenes where you suddenly rail the milf from behind while she tries to keep her “I’m in control” voice and just ends up drooling and shaking, or you make the proud amazon sister blush like crazy when you pull her hair and whisper nasty stuff in her ear. There is lesbian stuff on the side when you watch two monster girls going at each other, one with futa cock slapping around and dripping, while you either jerk to it or end up in the middle like human toy. The camera goes full POV sometimes, like your field of vision is just thighs clapping on your hips, tits bouncing in your face, sweat and spit flying, your own voice somewhere between moan and panic. It is hot, it is kinda wrong, and the game knows it and keeps poking at you about “saving the world” while you’re balls deep in someone who calls you “son” with a straight face.

Art & Love feels like someone mashed a horny dating app with that one semester you pretended to care about “expressing yourself” in art class, then quietly used every excuse to stare at boobs. The setup is simple: you’re a dude at an art college, surrounded by students who are way too hot to be that stressed about homework. Half the time you’re pretending to focus on sketches and color theory, and the other half you’re trying not to get caught staring at an ass that basically has its own gravity. It’s very on the nose, but that’s kind of the charm. No fake epic destiny, no big fantasy world, just “here’s your campus, here’s a bunch of curvy girls, try not to bust in your pants in the first ten minutes.”

The thing that hit me first is how the game treats “everyday life.” That phrase usually means boring filler. Here it means walking into a studio and your classmate is already bent over the table, boobs pressed against the canvas because she’s “fixing the composition,” and your brain just shuts down. The animations do a lot of work in these scenes. When a girl leans in close and you can actually see her chest bounce as she adjusts her pose, or when your hand slides over a thigh in a half-accidental grope that doesn’t really look accidental, it sells the moment. Sometimes it feels almost too animated, like the dev got a new toy and refuses to chill. A girl shrugs and her tits move more than the rest of her body, like they’re trying to escape. It’s hot, but also kind of funny in a scuffed porn video way.

Where it gets interesting is the mix of romance and all the low-key harassment that just sort of “happens.” You’re not some silent saint. You grab, you stare, you “help adjust the pose” and your hands linger on big soft curves way longer than necessary. There’s a scene where you help a girl practice body painting in the empty classroom. She thinks you’re just drawing on her back, but your hands slide to her sides, then under her shirt, and she hesitates just a little before leaning into it. The camera lingers hard on her breathing and the way her ass presses into your lap. Then later that same girl might be sitting with you on a bench outside, talking about her stupid childhood dream of becoming a painter for kids books, and it weirdly works. You jerked off to her ten minutes ago and now you’re listening to her talk about brushes and Instagram algorithms like you’re on a normal date. Well. A normal date where you keep remembering how her tits looked squeezed against your hands and you can’t stop adjusting your pants.

There’s plenty of solo stuff too. Game really likes the “I came home from class and I can’t stop thinking about that one accidental grope” vibe. One scene has you in your dorm, phone on the bed, scrolling Pixiv, and you keep seeing art nudes and suddenly you’re replaying that moment of pressing up against a girl in the hallway. The MC just says screw it, drops pants, and it goes into a masturbation scene that actually feels connected to what happened earlier. He’s not just jerking it in a void, he’s replaying specific details. The way her hair smelled. The little shock when she didn’t pull away after your hand brushed against her breasts. And then a new message pops up from her while you’re mid-stroke, some innocent “hey, can you help me with my project tomorrow?” text, and it hits way filthier than it should. I laughed, then kept going.

Campus stuff is all over the place. Sometimes you walk into the workshop and it’s quiet, sunlight on the floor, girl sitting cross-legged on a stool in shorts that absolutely do not meet any dress code, and the scene plays like a soft romance moment. Other times you’re in a crowded hallway, trying to squeeze through, and “accidental” groping happens in a way that really isn’t accidental at all. You feel a big ass grind against you, she pretends to ignore it, then glances back with this tiny smirk. Those small beats land harder than the big in-your-face sex scenes, honestly. Even the dialogue has this slightly broken rhythm that reminded me of messaging on Telegram with someone horny who’s also tired from class. It’s rough in places, some lines sound like Google Translate lost a fight, but that kind of fits the whole vibe. Art & Love isn’t trying to be perfect. It’s more like that messy sketchbook the teacher would hate, full of half-finished drawings and big titted girls in the margins, except this time the sketchbook looks back at you and asks why your hand is still on her thigh.

The Warrior of Light is fucked up in the head and the body, in the best way. You start not as some fresh rookie, but as a hero who already burned through all the epic bullshit and paid for it. Your power runs on feelings, and you basically overdosed on emotions. So now the plot is simple and kinda genius: to get your strength back, you need therapy that is not really therapy, more like “let’s weaponize affection, horniness and cuddling” while you crawl through this weird mix of parody fantasy and horny sandbox. It feels like someone read the source material with one hand and a grin, then asked: “ok but what if all the bonding scenes actually went where the fanfics always wanted them to go?”

You hop around locations like a point and click pervert, poking at things, pestering girls and guys, flirting with monster cuties that really should not be that adorable. One moment you chill with a smug mage who keeps teasing you about “purely magical research”, next moment a towering monster girl is talking about eating you and you are not sure if she means your soul or your cock. The game lets you play both as the big-name hero and, in some scenes, slide into a female POV who is just as horny and just as messy. Lesbian moments don’t feel like they were slapped in for a tag checklist, you actually get that slow, stupid build: hands brushing, a joke that goes too far, a dare, then suddenly you are between her thighs and she is trying not to be too loud and failing. There is gay content too where your so-called “bro” from past battles suddenly remembers how intense your bond is and decides the best way to help you recover is to jerk you off while talking about old campaigns like it's totally normal. Straight stuff, anal, oral, soft romance, nasty power play, it is all there, but mixed so casual it almost feels like hanging out with old party members who just stopped pretending.

In between all this sex comedy, the game still remembers it is an RPG. There is turn based combat that looks kind of silly for someone who already saved the world, because sometimes you are fighting with your dick basically on cooldown. Skills fueled by emotions mean a blowjob scene can literally make you stronger in the next fight, which is extremely stupid and somehow perfect. You’ll be doing little “therapy sessions” where a lover slowly jerks you off while asking about your trauma, and then the UI happily shows your stats going up as you moan through it. The humor is half shitpost, half affectionate roast of the original story: characters misquote dramatic lines while riding you, someone tries to give a heartfelt speech and keeps getting interrupted by your hand on their ass. It is rough in places, not every joke lands, sometimes the sandbox pacing goes weird and you are stuck clicking through flirting when you just want to get railed, but that unpolished feeling makes it more like a horny fan project that grew too big and never learned how to behave. One scene you’re carefully romancing a shy girl, whispering sweet nothings while you lick her, next scene a smug dragon girl is using your face like a chair and calling it “treatment” for your emotional overload. It should not work. It kind of does.

Bored guy in a glass box in the sky decides he wants to break his toy a little. That is basically the soul of this thing. You start as this marketing exec who has everything dialed in: money, cool apartment with stupidly huge windows, and a girlfriend who looks like she walked out of some luxury perfume ad, all long legs, big tits, expensive taste, polite smile. She is “good girl” in that high society way, the kind that apologizes when the waiter bumps into her. And you look at her and think: what happens if I push? Just a bit. Just enough to crack that perfect mask. So you tell her to take off her clothes next to the glass, where the city can see. It is not even subtle. It is just: show me how far you can fall for me.

What I liked is how dirty it feels without being all screaming porn right away. At first it is like a stupid couple game, 30 seconds with her shirt open, her nipples pressed to the cold glass, you standing behind her, half teasing, half testing. You keep talking, whispering in her ear about people watching, about the office guy across the street maybe jerking off behind his blinds. She blushes, tries to cover herself with her hands, and of course you move them away. Tiny thing that annoyed me: at one point she wears these heels that look like they were grabbed from a random asset store and my brain just fixated on them for no reason. Anyway. Slowly she starts obeying faster. You tell her to bend over, to spread, to let you slide your fingers inside her while the city is right there, all the lights, all the windows. Sometimes the game cuts to this voyeur angle, like you are on the opposite balcony, watching her tits bounce while you fuck her from behind, and it feels wrong in that good, greasy way. Sometimes the pacing is weird and a scene just ends when you actually wanted to stay there longer, with her face smashed on the glass, mouth open, drool, eyes rolling up in that ahegao mess. I even paused once just to stare at the reflection of your own body in the window, pressing close behind her, like you two are on display in some live porn shop above the street.

Over time she shifts from “no, this is crazy” to touching herself on her own, pressing her pussy on the window, rubbing her clit while people maybe walk below and you just watch, arms crossed, this calm little overlord vibe. There is romance, but it is twisted, because every “I love you” is wrapped around male domination. You praise her, then push her harder. Make her suck you while the curtains are half open, then pull her hair and aim your cum so it drips down her chin in full view of those hypothetical neighbors you keep talking about. One creampie scene sticks in my head: you make her ride you facing the glass, her big ass slamming down, your cock buried inside her until you fill her and tell her not to move, to let it leak while she stares at her own reflection, cheeks flushed, half ashamed, half proud. It is corruption but also kind of a collaboration, because she slowly starts wanting it, asking “do you think they can see my tits from here?” then lifting them up like an exhibitionist little trophy. Anal slips in as a sort of next-level dare, where she hesitates, then lets you push in while she bites the glass, hands flat, nails scratching. There is oral, there is masturbation, there are those moments where you catch her stroking herself when you are not even in the room and the camera pretends to be security footage. Part of me wanted more variety outside the apartment, but at the same time, that single cage of glass and city lights gives it this weird art piece feeling, like the whole relationship is a performance for invisible strangers scrolling their phones on the other side of the street.

Kanoi Academy looks like one of those fancy anime schools from Pinterest, but right away the whole place feels kinda wrong, in a good “oh shit what did I just click” way. You’re Jin, this completely regular dude who somehow got invited to a place where everyone else is a genius, a prodigy, or at least pretending really hard. And then they throw you into this “Friendship Club”, which sounds cute and harmless until you realize friendship here means awkward flirting in empty classrooms, accidentally getting a face full of tits when someone trips, and talking about trauma right after a blowjob like it’s a normal club activity. One second you’re laughing at some dumb joke about homework, next second there’s a girl with a ridiculous ass grinding on your lap in the club room while you both pretend to be “practicing communication skills”. The game really leans into that school slice of life thing, but twists it just enough so even simple stuff like a walk to the dorms at night feels like it might turn into a horror scene or a handjob behind the bushes. Or both. Somehow both fits this place.

What surprised me is how much it jumps between horny and kinda fucked up without warning. You’ll be joking around with this bubbly girl who loves teasing you, she’s pressing her big soft tits into you, breathing in your ear while you’re trying not to bust in your pants. Then she says something real heavy, like she’s only here because her parents treat her like a project, not a person, and the mood just crashes for a second. Then she drops to her knees in the same scene, opens your fly, and starts sucking you off like it’s stress relief, messy spit on her lips, her eyes getting teary for more than one reason. It’s weirdly hot and sad at the same time. A lot of the sex plays like that: vaginal with slow, deep thrusts where the camera hangs on the way her body shakes, or quick desperate fucking when you’re both half dressed, her skirt pushed up, panties around her thigh, your hands fighting with her huge ass because you can’t grab it all. The 3D style works fine here, sometimes it looks stiff, but there are moments where a character just tilts her head or smirks and it hits way harder than it should. Also, the horror angle pops up when you least expect it: late night hallway, no music, light flickering, you hear something behind you, think it’s ghost shit, and it’s actually a girl you know, standing too close, whispering she’s been “waiting for you” with that smile that says romance on top but some real obsession hiding under it. Then she drags you into an empty room, locks the door, and suddenly your biggest problem is not monsters, it’s whether you can last more than a minute while her mouth works your cock like she practiced on lollipops her whole life. The game keeps doing that, turning horny into creepy, creepy into sweet, sweet into full on fucking in some quiet corner of the campus, like the whole academy is a sandbox of messed up feelings and wet thighs. You’re not really a hero here, just a guy pulling at threads, making choices, getting sucked into everyone’s drama, and somehow that makes every kiss, every joke, every time you slide inside someone and hear that first sharp gasp feel a bit more real than it has any right to.

You open your eyes and you’re already in trouble. No menu tutorial, no long lore dump, just this weird otherworld vibe and a glowing crystal that basically says “congrats, you’re screwed, go seduce elemental spirits or everything dies.” It sounds super dramatic, but the game treats it like you just got hired for the horniest internship ever. One moment you’re asking what the hell is a sephira anyway, next moment there’s this spirit girl with ridiculous tits acting like she’s way above you and still somehow ends up on her knees, drooling on your cock while trash-talking you for enjoying it too much. The tone jumps all the time: you’re saving the world, but also getting jerked off by a smug goddess behind a half-open curtain while other spirits pretend they don’t see. It feels like some horny parody of heroic fantasy, except sometimes it hits something oddly sweet, then immediately ruins it with a sloppy blowjob CG where she’s looking up like she wants to devour your soul through your shaft.

What works is how the girls all feel like they’re spying on each other, and on you. You can be alone with one in a garden, her boobs barely crammed into this “armor” that looks like it would snap if she breathed too hard, and you still have this sense someone is watching from the bushes, fingering herself while you shove her friend’s face into your lap. The game leans hard into the voyeur vibe without always saying it. You get scenes where you’re supposed to “seal” a spirit’s power, and sealing basically means fucking her stupid while her magic leaks out of her body in glowy effects that make zero physical sense, yet somehow you get it. One had you sitting on a throne while several girls kneel around you, one stroking you slow, another licking at the tip while a third just squeezes your balls like she’s testing fruit in a supermarket. It visualizes “harem” in a way that feels messy and clumsy, like someone’s fantasy sketchbook that escaped from their hard drive, and honestly I respect that a bit. It’s not subtle. At all.

There’s this one scene that stuck in my head: a proud, bossy wind spirit that spent the whole route making fun of you, calling you weak, calling your dick “average” in that bratty tone, ends up riding you so hard her huge ass is slapping against your thighs, boobs bouncing up to her chin, while she threatens to crush your soul if you cum without permission. Then the game just lets you ignore her and finish deep anyway, and she breaks, eyes rolling up, drool stringing off her tongue, pretending she’s furious while her body clearly loves it. It should feel repetitive, but it doesn’t really, maybe because every girl has a slightly different flavor of bullying you, or pretending you’re beneath them while they’re choking on your cock. Jokes land in this dumb, charming way too, like a fire spirit complaining about “world-ending stakes” while jerking you off lazily, or a quiet one in the back of the orgy grabbing your hand and guiding it to her tits like “hey, don’t forget I exist.” The game looks like it was made more for the filthy CGs than for elegance, and yeah, some poses are awkward and some faces look a little off, but when you’re watching your character buried under a pile of naked spirits, multiple hands stroking, tongues everywhere, that stuff kind of melts away. It’s not refined, but it’s horny in a very honest, slightly unhinged way, like a late-night Discord server fantasy that became a real thing you can click through while one hand is busy.

Neuro/Splice feels like someone grabbed a cyberpunk thriller, a fucked‑up body swap fetish, and a humiliation dungeon, blendered it together, and then forgot to clean the mess off the walls. In a good way. You’ve got this cop Ryke, corporate dog for NexaCorp, who ends up jammed into Cassie’s body, tossed straight into a mixed‑gender max security prison that looks like a cross between a riot and a sex club that never closes. He’s a guy in his head, stuck in this soft, dangerous female body, surrounded by assholes who think she’s just fresh meat. Guards grope when they feel like it, inmates test boundaries with “accidental” touches that are not even slightly accidental, and every little mistake you make, the game slaps you back with some brutal teasing or public humiliation. There’s this early scene where you misjudge who to talk to in the yard and instead of a simple “game over”, you end up pressed against a fence, hand forced between Cassie’s legs in front of half the block while some guard laughs and pretends it’s a “routine check”. That whole vibe of “you wanted to be the hero, now suck it up” never really stops. It keeps poking at the fantasy of control, then yanking it away. If you’re expecting soft cuddly romance, you loaded the wrong tab in your browser.

The wild part is that while Ryke is getting his ass metaphorically and literally beaten in Cassie’s skin, Cassie wakes up in his male body on the other side of the fence with all the power he used to enjoy. Suddenly the hunted rebel girl is the scary dude in uniform, walking down halls where people flinch when she passes. She can abuse that. Hard. Use her new status to harass coworkers, push underlings around, “search” suspects with hands that stay way too long in the wrong places. There’s this interrogation room scene where you can lean into full male domination, pushing a nervous female tech against the table, fingers slipping exactly where HR would have a heart attack, all under the excuse of “investigation procedure”. Or you can pretend to be decent while constantly edging the line, which is almost worse. The game loves turning basic choices into fetish traps. Say the polite thing, you still get dragged into some forced stripping in the showers later. Try to act tough, you get chained up, spanked, and mocked like a bratty girl who forgot her place. It toys with netorare stuff in a really sneaky way too. People talk about “Cassie” like she’s a thing that can be used, and you know it’s Ryke in there screaming, but the body reacts, the nipples harden, the thighs tremble, and the game does not let you pretend that isn’t hot. Meanwhile, outside the prison, Cassie in Ryke’s body gets chances to steal other people’s lovers, ruin relationships, and then walk away like it was nothing. It hits that nasty “I stole your girl and she liked it better” kink and then just moves on like it never happened. Honestly, I wish they toned nothing down. The more it kicks at comfort zones, the more it actually feels alive.