You start off thinking it’s just a weird job. A club gig, nothing fancy, just you and your step-mom trying to sc*** by. Then the dress comes in - tight fabric, smooth against skin, showing more leg than you’re used to. It’s supposed to be “uniform,” but it feels like a dare. Every shift you feel the hem riding up a little higher, the neckline dipping lower, and the stares from the regulars getting heavier. There’s something almost humiliating about it, but it hits that strange nerve between shame and arousal. The game leans into that confusion - slowly, softly, until you stop fighting it.

And your step-mom… she’s not the sweet, caring type you’d expect. She’s confident, too confident maybe, with a smile that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. You catch her in the VIP room one night, her moans slipping through the wall, and suddenly all those buried thoughts you didn’t want to name come crawling out. The story doesn’t rush that part - it lets you sit in the discomfort, the jealousy, the hunger. It’s filthy, but also strangely tender. Like the game’s trying to make you understand desire instead of just showing it. I kept thinking I’d hate her, but somehow I ended up wanting to be her. Or maybe both.

What really gets me is how the writing doesn’t pretend to be moral. There’s cheating, manipulation, that slow feminization that creeps into your bones until you can’t tell where the lie ends and the kink begins. It’s not about control; it’s about surrender, about wanting to be wanted even when it feels wrong. Some scenes hit too close, like the mirror moment where you finally admit you like the way the dress fits. It’s erotic, yes, but also messy and human and confusing in a way that feels too real. I didn’t expect to get turned on and emotionally wrecked at the same time, but here we are.

Naomi looks like the kind of girl you’d scroll past on Instagram and then scroll back up to stalk a little. Perfect eyeliner, slight smirk like she already knows you’re pathetic for staring at her pictures. The game throws you into that feeling and just keeps pressing on it, like a thumb on a bruise that you don’t really want to heal. You start as this pretty normal guy, nothing special, a little insecure, a bit too online, the type who checks Pornhub in incognito and then clears history twice anyway. Then Naomi starts talking. Not sweet, not loving. She talks in this sharp, almost bored way, like your whole life is content for her, and you feel this horrible mix of being insulted and turned on. The first time she casually calls you “useless” right after showing you that short skirt and talking about her plans with another guy, I literally caught myself biting my lip in front of the screen like an idiot.

What I liked a lot is how the game doesn’t rush the humiliation. It drips it. You’ll be on your phone in-game, reading her texts, and it starts pretty normal, flirty even. Then she lets some tiny things slip, small comments that sting. A “you wouldn’t understand, you’re too soft” here, a “he actually knows how to handle me” there. At first you pretend it’s just banter. You keep choosing the “nice guy” options, thinking you can win her back, fix her, be the hero of this fucked up little love story. Spoiler, you’re not the hero. The turning point for me was one scene where she sends you a selfie in a dark bathroom, lipstick a bit smudged, hair messy, and you already know she hasn’t been alone, the game doesn’t have to spell it out. Your dialogue options are like: pretend you didn’t notice, beg for more pics, or try to act tough and complain. No matter what you pick, she finds a way to twist it and make you the loser. It’s cruel. It’s hot. It’s cruel again. Then right after that the game throws a joke about your porn search history that made me actually laugh out loud, even though my dick was half hard and my pride was fully dead.

There is this thing it does that fucked with my head more than any animated sex scene. Sometimes you get to “choose” if you want to see what she’s doing with other guys. You can look, or you can say no. But the way the text is written, you feel like saying no is the coward choice. Like you’re not just a cuck, you’re a bad cuck. She will tease you either way. If you watch, she mocks you for getting off on it. If you don’t, she hints it was the best sex she ever had and that you missed it. The best part, or maybe the worst part, is how the game makes her insults start sounding like love letters. When she says “you’re only good for watching”, there is this twisted intimacy, like she’s letting you into a secret club where the price of the ticket is your self respect. Sometimes the writing even hits that sweet spot where you forget it’s a game and you catch yourself thinking “if a girl talked to me like this on Telegram I’d probably still stay”. Then one scene later she crosses some line, drags your whole identity through shit, and you swear you hate her. Until she calls you “good boy” once and you’re right back in. It’s fucked. It’s addictive. And the worst part is, it feels a little too real if you ever stayed in a toxic chat for way too long.

Blueberry Academy feels like someone grabbed every filthy school fantasy from old fanfics, shook it around with modern pornbrain, then just went “yeah, that’s enough” and shipped it. You arrive as the new guy in this rich, creepy forest school that pretends to be elite and serious, but every hallway feels like it’s one wrong turn away from a sex dungeon. Which is fair, because a lot of it is literally sex dungeons. First time I walked into one of the “special practice rooms” and saw the hooks, benches, chains and a neat little row of plugs and vibrators lined up like they’re school supplies, I laughed out loud. It’s stupid, but in the best way. The game knows exactly what it is. You’ve got twins in uniform giving you that “oh, we’re so innocent, senpai” act, and three minutes later one of them is begging to be tied to the chair and have her skirt flipped while the other watches from the doorway, pretending to keep lookout and clearly getting off on it. The whole school is like this weird mix of formal rules and total sexual chaos. One scene you’re in a dull classroom, the next you’re fucking a girl against the window with half the dorms able to see her face pressed in the glass, and she’s moaning louder on purpose because she likes the attention.

I’m really into voices, so I was listening hard, and the audio is messy in a way I actually kind of enjoyed. Some moans are a bit too “porn actress reading lines” and then suddenly you get this low shaky breath in your ear that sounds way too real, like someone forgot the mic was still on. There was this anal scene with one of the twins in the showers where she tries to keep quiet, and the little broken whimper she lets out when you push just a bit more in? That one stayed with me way longer than anything else. Then another girl has this bratty tone while you use a vibrator on her under the desk, and her voice goes from cocky to needy so fast it almost feels like two different actresses. Maybe it is. No idea. I like that it isn’t clean. The timing on the lines sometimes doesn’t match the strokes, sometimes a gasp triggers half a second earlier, sometimes the panting loops weirdly, and instead of killing the mood it kind of fits the “secret porn project made by horny students after class” vibe. Some of the punishment scenes in the BDSM club room, with ropes digging into thighs and girls being told to hold their skirt up while you smack their ass, would honestly be perfect if they re-recorded like five lines and stopped using the same “ahh” three times in a row. But I still replayed those scenes, because when the girl starts begging to be shown off in the courtyard, collar on, you forget about the audio hiccups and just go with it. It’s trashy, messy, and sometimes awkward, and that actually makes the whole academy feel more real than half the polished porn games out there.

Lumi’s world feels like someone took a pretty fairy tale book, ripped all the hopeful pages out, and left you with the parts where the prince is chained on the floor and nobody comes to save him. The game throws you right into that feeling of being property, not person, and it doesn’t pretend to be “fair” or “moral”. You’re looking through Lumi’s eyes while nobles treat his body like a toy and his feelings like trash. The constant sense of touch is crazy strong here: tight collars digging into his neck, cold metal cuffs biting his wrists, the rough stone under his knees when he’s forced to kneel for way too long. There’s a scene where he has to hold a tray above his head while some smug bastard runs a hand slowly up his inner thigh, barely touching, just enough to make his skin prickle. That scene stuck in my head way more than the actual fucking, and the fucking is very much there. It’s not shy with the abuse either, you feel every slap, every pull on his hair, the burn of rope on his skin when he struggles a bit too much and still tries to pretend he doesn’t care. The game almost gets off on the contrast: he looks delicate and pretty and soft, but his whole body is marked by other people’s hands and choices.

What I liked is how the story keeps playing with that line between “he’s broken” and “he’s stubborn as hell”. One moment he’s shaking, taking another rough pounding from some masked noble using him like a stress toy, and you’d think he’s just a docile doll. Next moment, there’s this tiny flash of hatred in his thoughts when a boot presses his cheek into the floor, like he’s memorizing the weight so he can stomp back later. Romantic parts are fucked up and also kind of sweet in a guilty way: there’s a character who still uses him, still enjoys his body, but wipes the tears from his face and holds him afterwards, fingers rubbing slow circles on his back while Lumi’s breath catches and he doesn’t know if he wants to melt into it or bite him. I liked that and also kinda hated it, because it makes everything complicated, like when he’s being choked just enough to see stars and he realizes he actually wants to live, not just exist as someone’s pet. The visual novel flow is pretty standard but the choices hurt more than they look at first glance. Saying “yes” to one command might spare him a beating but makes the sex rougher later, refusing can end in him pinned down, thighs forced apart, nails scraping along his ribs while he tries not to scream. The story sometimes pretends there’s no way out, then suddenly hints that maybe all this pain is building something inside him that the masters don’t see yet. It’s messy, horny, violent, tender in fucked up moments, and very much about a pretty boy learning that his body can be used, but his will is still his, even when he’s on his back, legs spread, teeth clenched, feeling every touch like it could either destroy him or finally make him feel alive.