Hoshino Academy looks normal on the surface. Clean hallways, serious teachers, track stars running around like it’s a shonen anime, everyone pretending they’re “future leaders of society.” Then you open your mouth as Sasaki Keita, this loud idiot with too much justice in his brain and zero filter on his tongue, and the whole place starts showing its rot. The game throws you right into it with that first crash into Rin, the photography club president, camera hitting the floor, her eyes going wide like she just watched her whole life savings die. No fancy introduction, just “you fucked up, now pay it back with your time and your body watching hers fall apart.” It looks cute at first, like some wholesome romance VN where you help a shy artsy girl keep her club alive with cool shots and after-school trips. You walk around the school from his point of view, always stuck inside his head, listening to his jokes and stupid comments while secretly getting attached to that girl with the broken camera and the stubborn smile.

Then the Principal starts to move. Daizo is that classic ugly bastard type, but here he feels more like a slow disease. You see him in the background in early scenes, just standing there too long, watching Rin a bit too close, saying polite things that feel sticky. The story doesn’t rush the sex, and that’s what makes it nasty in a good way. It’s all small touches. Extra “private” photography advice. A hand a bit too low on her hip when he’s “correcting her posture.” A scene where you’re hiding out of sight, POV locked in while Rin thinks you went home already, and you end up watching her getting cornered in some quiet room under the excuse of “helping her secure sponsorships for the club.” The game forces you to just sit there, helpless, as his fingers trace up her thigh, while she laughs nervously and tries to stay polite. You can’t stop it, can’t pick a hero option, it’s a kinetic ride, and that hurts in this delicious, stomach-twisting way if you like NTR and corruption. That’s the thing: the corruption here isn’t only about sex. It’s watching her trust slowly tilt from you to that disgusting bastard, seeing her texts to you get shorter while her “club activities” get longer, her outfits shift, her smile turn slightly fake around you but more real when she’s alone with him, and you know exactly what that means.

Sex scenes hit like a truck when they finally show full-on action. There’s this oral scene where you’re stuck watching from behind a door crack, the AI-styled CG really leaning into her messy, half-teary look as she’s on her knees, hair grabbed, choking around him while he makes her “thank him” for some club grant. You can hear her voice trying to sound like she’s not into it, but the game gives these little details that betray her body, like the way her legs rub together or the shaky breaths when he gropes her tits through the uniform. The BDSM stuff is not hardcore chains and whips all over the place, it’s more about control and humiliation in small steps. Being ordered to pose, to undress slowly for “artistic reference,” to let him touch where he wants while promising better chances in competitions. Later it escalates into prostitution-flavored deals, sessions where he loans her out under polite school words, and you’re just trapped in that POV, knowing she used to laugh at your dumb jokes and now lets him spit on her tongue. The romantic side with Keita never fully disappears, and that makes it worse: he’s still trying to be a good guy, still cracking jokes, still clearly in love, even as the game shoves his face up against the window while Daizo slaps Rin’s ass and calls her his good little pet. The humor never fully goes away either, which honestly pissed me off and also made it hotter; you’ll have a silly scene about some club mishap, then five clicks later you’re staring at Rin getting groped under a desk while a teacher talks in front of the class. The sexual harassment, the slow mental twist, the way she starts defending him when you complain, saying you “don’t get how the world works” while she quietly adjusts her skirt over bruised thighs… it’s not kind, it’s not “fair,” and it absolutely doesn’t care what you want. And that’s exactly why my dick and my brain both ended up trapped in this messed up school.

You come back from war all hyped for glory and instead you get this drafty old mansion, a weird title, and a wife who looks like she hugs knives for stress relief. Aeris smiles like she loves you, but every time you pick a dialogue option you’re low-key checking if she’s plotting your funeral or your orgasm. Half the game you’re sitting in this dim room, talking about politics and money and who’s going to screw who over, and then suddenly you’re on your knees between her legs, or she’s on hers, and the camera just goes full “yeah, this is why you’re here, admit it”. It’s like Crusader Kings opened a Pornhub tab and forgot to close it.

The mansion itself feels like a horny ant farm. There’s this servant, Yssa, and she is absolutely not normal. Sometimes she’s obedient and soft and totally in “yes, my lord” mode, and sometimes, if you let her get away with little things, she starts testing how far she can push you. One playthrough I treated her like property, pure “I’m the master, you’re the toy” energy, and the way the scenes shifted into rougher, more corrupt vibes was actually kind of scary hot. Another time I tried to be nice, share power, ask her opinions, and she slowly slid into this quiet, manipulative dom energy, like she was petting the leash around my neck but pretending she wasn’t holding it. The game never shouts “CORRUPTION ROUTE” in your face, but you feel it every time you confirm a choice and the next sex scene lingers a bit longer on who is actually in control. The POV angles during oral are wild too, by the way. Not overblown, just that slow, close-up rhythm where her lips shine and you can see her eyes looking up, and yeah, I had to pause one time because I forgot there was even a plot.

What got me hooked isn’t the amount of sex, because honestly it’s not a nonstop fuckfest. Scenes are spaced out, they tease you hard, you’ll go several decisions in a row just managing gold, alliances, council idiots and who eats at whose table. But when a scene finally triggers, the animation hits like you just unlocked a rare drop in Genshin. I had this moment where Aeris, who I’d been treating as an equal partner, suddenly went hard dom on me in bed, pinning my wrists and riding me like she’d been waiting the whole game, and the dialogue was still in that political tone but twisted into bedroom power talk. Another run, I flipped it and made her into more of a submissive trophy wife, and the exact same room turned into this private stage where I made her kneel beside the bed and take me in her mouth while Yssa “just happened” to walk in. The tension there, with Yssa pretending to be scandalized but not leaving, kind of broke my brain in a good way. Only thing that annoyed me is that sometimes the choice that looks like it will lead to a scene just gives you more council talk instead, and I was sitting there like “I did the mental gymnastics, give me the blowjob, not another debate about trade routes.” But then eventually the game does pay you back with this slow, animated vaginal scene where hips are moving, bodies are grinding, and all that political bullshit suddenly feels like foreplay that took way too long but somehow worked. I still hate that one small UI delay on some menus though. Never getting over that.

This one feels like some drunk Tinder story that went too far and crashed into a fantasy novel. You’re this guy waking up on a pirate ship that already looks like a bad idea, and before you can even think about where the hell your pants are, the whole deck is shaking and something huge is moving under the waves. The game doesn’t care about giving you choices, it just drags you along like a horny bedtime story with tentacles and salty wood everywhere. And I like that, honestly. It’s a kinetic thing, so you’re not pretending to be a genius strategist, you’re just along for the chaos, watching this poor bastard get pulled into a mess of wet ropes, screaming sailors, and one captain who could probably snap you in half with her thighs and then ask you to mop the floor after.

The captain is the star here. Big tits stuffed in a shirt that definitely lost a few buttons to “accidents”, arms like a gym influencer from Instagram, and this attitude like “I own this ship, the sea, and also maybe your dick if I feel like it.” There is this early moment where she’s fighting the wheel, storm blowing, crew running like idiots, and she barks an order at you, leans close, and the camera just hangs on her chest rising and falling under all that strain. You’re supposed to be scared of the huge monster in the water, but the game makes it very clear your eyes are not on the kraken. The romance grows out of that tension, like those stupid TikTok edits where enemies suddenly breathe too close, except here it’s wet wood, screaming, tentacles smashing the hull, and her shouting over the storm that you better not die without repaying your “debt.” And you know very well that “debt” is not about money.

The crazy part is how the story leans into the fantasy without pretending it’s classy. You want a serious pirate epic? This is not that. You want a big slimy kraken wrapping itself around the ship while you’re stuck between terror and a hard-on, listening to the captain promise she’ll protect her crew and maybe reward the “faithful” ones with something that’s definitely not a medal? Yeah, that’s much more the vibe. There’s a scene where the tentacles are slamming the deck and the whole camera shakes, and at the same time the text describes her grabbing you by the collar, pressing you against the rail, her breasts squashed against your chest while she whispers something filthy right in your ear, like she gets turned on by danger. The romance is not soft and fluffy; it’s that “I could kill you or ride you” energy, and my horny brain is not complaining. I was reading it on my phone, lying on my couch with Telegram pinging in the background, and I literally ignored three work messages because I wanted to see if she was going to kiss him or feed him to the sea god.

What I enjoyed is how the game uses the kraken like a third character in the relationship instead of just big scary monster. Sometimes the tentacles feel like this jealous ex, slapping the ship around whenever you get too close to the captain. The scenes play with that vibe, not fully crossing into full-on tentacle porn, but it always hangs there, like one bad decision away from going totally unhinged. There is one bit where the ship tilts, you fall, land basically face-first into her cleavage, and a shadow passes over both of you, like the beast is watching. It’s stupidly hot and also kind of funny, like Pornhub plot written by someone who actually reads books. The visuals help a lot here: the wet skin, the way fabric sticks to curves after the waves hit, the shine on her muscles when she’s pulling rope or bracing herself. Sometimes the models look a little stiff in the quieter moments, but then a wave hits, hair flies, tits bounce, and you forget you wanted “perfect realism” five seconds ago. The story keeps pushing forward like a storm you can’t stop, and you’re just this poor horny idiot hanging from the rigging, pretending you’re scared of the kraken when really you just want the captain to drag you into her cabin and show you why everyone obeys her so fast.

Some games try to pretend they are normal stories that just happen to have sex in them. This one doesn’t even bother, it just locks you in a house where every “guest” at the door is a walking problem with big tits, a fat ass, and probably some kind of monster bullshit going on behind her smile. You’re basically the dumb human who ended up with weird powers and now has to “inspect” each girl to see if she’s paranormal or safe. Of course the inspection is not like showing IDs. It starts all polite, some teasing, flirty questions, then suddenly her mouth is on your cock and you’re trying to remember if you’re supposed to be checking her aura or just not nut too fast. The horny part and the detective part kind of step on each other in a fun way. Sometimes you actually want to get to the truth of what the girl is, sometimes you just want to let the monster girl with the thick thighs hypnotize the shit out of you and ride you until your brain restarts.

The vibe is lazy in a good way, like a sandbox where you just open the door, pick who to mess with, see how far you can push things before it goes sideways. One time I tried to act all confident, used my powers to push into a girl’s mind, and she just snapped back, pinned me to the wall with one hand, and made me eat her out until my jaw hurt. Then she kissed me like she owned me and I kinda liked it but also felt like I lost at a game I didn’t know the rules of. The female domination here isn’t just “she rides you on top”. Some of them treat you like a toy, some like a pet, some like a partner they might actually trust if you don’t fuck it up. When you finally convince one of them she can stay inside your house, it hits different, because now she’s in your space, wandering around in her underwear, using her superpowers to do dumb stuff like float your phone out of reach while you’re trying to check Discord. And of course if you piss her off, suddenly blowjob inspection turns into “I’m going to sit on your face and read your thoughts until you beg properly”. It sort of trains you to pay attention, not just spam through dialog. Which is funny, because sometimes the writing repeats a bit and I still clicked anyway, then complained in my own head about it and kept playing.

Porn-wise it ramps up quick. One minute she’s just leaning forward, pressing those big tits together while she pretends to answer your questions, next minute she’s on her knees, drool sliding down your shaft, eyes a bit glowing, whispering shit into your mind while her tongue works your tip. Some girls are playful, they teasingly stroke you with just fingertips, kiss the head, pull back, ask “are you sure you’re human?” like that’s the important part while your cock is throbbing out of control. Others just go full hunger mode, deepthroat, spit, messy sounds, then climb on and sink down on you like they’ve been waiting centuries. There’s this one inspection where you’re supposed to check if her body is completely human, so she makes you “test every inch”. Hands on her ass, fingers between her legs, sliding inside while she grinds back against your palm and talks right into your thoughts about how easy you are to control. You’re half investigating, half just getting milked. And when more girls start sticking around, it stops being just one-on-one. You walk into a room and two of them are already arguing over who gets your cock first, one offering a slow, sloppy blowjob while the other promises to use her powers to squeeze you tighter from the inside. It doesn’t even feel fair, but that’s kind of the point. You’re the guy with powers, yet every time you end up flat on your back, buried in pussy, covered in lipstick and bite marks, wondering if you accidentally invited the wrong monster into your home. Not that you’ll kick her out.

Katya feels like that mom from every conservative suburb meme, the one with the tight bun and tighter rules, except here you actually get to watch that whole fake control thing fall apart in slow, horny motion. At the start she really believes in her own bullshit, all discipline and “proper values”, like she’s auditioning for some moral police show. House is clean, schedule is rigid, her body is basically locked behind years of repression and cheap underwear that screams “I don’t fuck, I fold laundry”. And then Emily starts poking holes in it. Not loud teenage rebellion, more like this smug, patient nudging. A little lie here. A half-truth there. “Oops, you caught me, guess you have to punish me.” You already know that “punish” won’t stay innocent for long, and the game absolutely milks that. It feels like watching a rope slowly tighten around Katya’s neck, except she keeps helping tie the knots herself.

What I liked is how it doesn’t jump straight to full-on degeneracy. First time Emily “accidentally” leaves something on her phone open and Katya sees it, the way her face changes, the shame and curiosity mixed, you kinda feel bad for her. Then two scenes later you’re watching her on the couch at night pretending to scroll Instagram while her hand drifts between her legs because her own daughter called her “cute when you’re angry” and you’re like… yeah ok this is fucked and hot. The corruption is very home flavored. Kitchen table tension, hallway “oops I walked out of the shower without closing the door”, “help me with my bra, mom, it’s stuck”. A lot of groping that starts as “checking if you’re dressed decent” and then the hand just doesn’t move away fast enough. The spanking scenes hit nice too, because Katya wants them to be discipline and Emily treats them like foreplay. There’s this one bit with Emily bent over the bed, pretending to pout, her ass up, Katya breathing too heavy, and the game lets the camera sit there way too long. That’s where it got me. Also, the little moments of voyeurism, like Katya spying through a cracked door and then pretending she just “came to check the light”. She lies so badly you can feel the wetness through the screen.

The game calls itself a kinetic thing so yeah, you’re not doing big brain choices, you’re riding the slope. Sometimes that annoyed me, because there’s a scene with Emily using a toy on herself while talking about “how lonely mom must be” and I was screaming at the monitor wanting to push it further or pull back, but the story just drags Katya along on its own rhythm. But that’s also the charm. She’s not really in control, and neither are you. Once the blackmail really settles in, the tone flips hard. Emily plays the sweet daughter card, then snaps into full dom mode with this calm voice that made me clench. Sexual harassment scenes are rough in a good way, like those moments where she corners Katya in her own bedroom and just… touches her. Casual hand on tit, thumb brushing nipple through the bra while talking about grades, or sliding fingers along her ass “just checking your outfit”. And Katya tries to keep her mom tone but you see the crack every time. There’s cheating stuff sprinkled in, like Katya remembering her “proper” life while literally riding someone she absolutely should not be riding, and the game doesn’t pretend it’s romantic, it just leans into the filth. Anal, oral, that “I shouldn’t like this” masturbation shame, stripping scenes where clothes feel more like dignity than fabric. Also, the lesbian tension between them is so obvious it’s almost funny: mother trying not to stare at her own daughter’s tits, daughter knowing exactly what she’s doing, sitting too close, whispering too close, pushing her to the point where “stop” sounds like “please keep going”. I kinda wish they toned down one or two “mom cries then gets horny again” moments, but also, no, I don’t, because that emotional whiplash is exactly why this hits. Katya is broken in the best, worst way, and by the time she’s the one initiating the spanking or begging to be watched, you’re already way too deep to pretend this is about morals anymore.

RICO: Sin City feels like somebody took a GTA-style sandbox, smashed it together with a superhero cartoon marathon, then poured a whole lot of porn over the top and shook the bottle until the cap blew off. You’re this walking disaster of a criminal informant, technically “helping” the authorities, but mostly getting dragged through a city that’s completely fucked. Heroes are corrupt, villains are bored, random NPCs act like they escaped from ten different franchises at once, and everybody’s horny or violent or both. The game doesn’t really care about moral lines; it cares if you’re having fun bullying the city, jerking off in places you probably shouldn’t, and abusing whatever powers and contacts you collect. One moment I’m extorting some costumed idiot for intel, the next I’m getting head from a busty “heroine” on a rooftop while gunshots echo in the street and I’m thinking, yeah, this is probably not how justice works. The tone jumps from dumb gag to filthy sex to crime thriller and then back to meme-level stupidity in like three clicks, which somehow fits this world where nobody acts like an adult unless it’s about money or orgasms.

Sex scenes are where the game goes from “okay, this is funny” to “oh shit, my browser history is ruined forever.” There’s a lot of focus on big tits, big asses, and the kind of exaggerated bodies that look like they got patched in from a hentai subreddit. The girls move, jiggle, grind on your face, ride your dick and then pause mid-thrust to crack some dumb superhero reference that only makes sense if you grew up binging cartoons and reading fanfiction at school. Masturbation is everywhere too, not just as a side thing, but woven into the jokes and the story. Caught spying on a heroine changing in some crappy safehouse? Now your character is furiously jerking off in a dark alley like a degenerate, with the camera lingering way too long on his hand and the wet sounds. There are little animated touches when you blow a load over a costume or watch her stroke you off while pretending she’s doing “evidence handling.” It’s shameless and kinda proud of it. I had one encounter where I used superpowers to pin a criminal chick against a wall, watched her tits bounce under torn fabric, then the scene turned into this half-interrogation, half-fuck session that ended with her taunting me about snitching while still dripping my cum. That’s the vibe: nobody’s clean, everybody’s using everybody, and the game laughs at you for taking it too seriously. In between all the fucking and jerking, you’re doing petty crime errands, dumb superhero parodies, and crossing over with characters who feel “almost but not exactly” like people you’ve seen in other media, like the dev is daring some lawyer to notice. The pacing is like a drunk party: too loud in some corners, too slow in others, someone’s making out on the couch, someone’s stealing the TV, nobody knows who owns the house. And yeah, the UI pisses me off in this one little menu, but I’m still clicking back in like a raccoon digging in the same trash can every night, hoping for something filthier.

Game hits you with a gut punch right in the menu. You’re this 25-year-old guy who already had his “happily ever after” and then it just gets ripped away from him. No heroic bullshit, no magical fix, he’s a wreck. First scenes are him looking like a zombie, barely functioning, and I liked that they don’t sugarcoat it. He’s numb, he’s angry, he drinks too much, he makes bad choices, sometimes you just click through like “yeah, I’ve seen this guy on Discord at 4% battery and 0% will to live.” And then, in the middle of all that, the game suddenly drops this tall blonde girl in a tight sport uniform with a ridiculous ass and you realize, okay, this is not just depression simulator, there is definitely some cock therapy incoming. Her tits look heavy in that jersey, jiggle a bit when she leans forward, and I swear the dev has a personal obsession with thighs, because the way those shorts ride up when she stretches before practice? That’s where 30% of my saves went. I kept quicksaving right before dialogue choices just to see how slutty or tender that same scene could go, like switching between two different timelines where you’re either a broken puppy or a horny asshole who still somehow gets rewarded.

Thing is, the sex doesn’t happen in a vacuum. You can feel the main guy still carrying all that grief into every scene. There’s a moment on the bleachers where she’s straddling him, sport top pushed up just enough to show those big tits bouncing while she jerks him off under the night lights, and he suddenly spaces out, thinking of his dead lover, and you get this ugly mix of hard-on and guilt. It’s hot and uncomfortable at the same time, which I kinda loved, even though at one point the pacing goes to shit because the game keeps stopping the dirty talk to drop another sad monologue. You get animated vaginal scenes where her ass fills the whole screen, cheeks slapping, sweat on her back, that little bounce in her ponytail while she rides him on the locker room bench, and then right after that they’re talking about addiction and suicide like you just didn’t have your dick in your hand twenty seconds earlier. The tonal whiplash is nuts. But the small stuff sticks with me: her fingers tightening on his shoulder when he finally thrusts up with some actual energy, her trying to hide how wet she is after “innocent” training, that one shot where the camera lingers too long on the curve of her hip as she walks away and you notice a tiny bruise from earlier practice. I hated how the text sometimes explains things I already get from the visuals, yet I kept playing, saving, loading, chasing slightly different ways to make this broken guy lose himself between her legs again, just to see if he looks a bit less dead inside when he finally comes.

Galactic Athletes: Blue League feels like somebody smashed together horny Olympic games, a trashy boys love manga and that weird fantasy you had in high school showers that you never told anyone about. You play as Finn, this kinda cute medic guy who is supposed to keep all these pumped up jocks healthy and at same time guess who will win and who will lose all the events. Which is already sexy because you are literally paid to stare at their bodies and “evaluate performance”. The game does not even pretend to be subtle. Every competition is basically “who is gonna end on top and who is getting fucked as punishment”, and the story just says it out loud. I like that. No fake moral. You sit there, watching these huge muscle athletes from different planets, checking their stats, listening to their trash talk in the locker room, and in your head you try to decide “ok this one looks cocky as hell, he is definitely the type that needs to be pinned down”. And then sometimes you guess right and the game rewards you with exactly the filthy scene you imagined, and other times it throws you a curveball and the big arrogant guy ends up moaning into the bench instead.

The vibe is very locker room fantasy but in space, full of rival teams, sweaty guys grabbing towels, joking about fucking each other, but then they actually do it. I like how Finn is supposed to be “professional” medic, but every time you open that scene gallery or click on their medical checkups, it is like: bro, you are not fooling anyone. When you check a player after an event you get choices that are normal-sounding on paper, like “inspect leg strain” or “verify flexibility,” but when you click you suddenly have his thigh in your hands and your face way too close to his bulge, and the text just goes full-on explicit. The sex is not soft either, it is very graphic and dirty, with guys talking about how bad they want to pound the loser, or how they love when a champion gets “reminded who owns that ass”. Sometimes the dialogue is kinda cheesy, but I still ended up reading all of it, like re-reading cringe sexts that turn you on anyway. Reminded me of scrolling Hornet and Scruff at the gym, pretending to “just check messages” while staring at all the thick guys doing squats. Also had one of those moments where I paused the game, opened Twitter and typed half a horny tweet about alien rugby tops before chickening out and deleting it. This game does that to you. It fries your brain a bit, in a good way, like when you keep reopening the same nude on Telegram because you “missed a detail” the first six times.

This thing starts like one of those depressing medical dramas you half-watch on Netflix while scrolling TikTok. You’re basically fucked, body falling apart, doctor gives you that calm “there’s nothing more we can do” voice. Then this syringe shows up. Not from some lab, not with fancy lore, it’s just “take this, you won’t hurt anymore.” You jab yourself, expecting blank darkness, and instead you wake up sitting on a throne with your dick hard and a whole kingdom acting like you’re their one and only god-king. Zero tutorial, zero build up, people just bow and call you “Your Majesty” while your brain is still trying to remember how to breathe.

The new world hits different. It’s not just “fantasy with boobs”, it leans right into that fever dream where you got everything you wanted but it feels slightly wrong if you think too long. The first time a fox-eared girl with a tail too fluffy to be legal crawls up to you, calls herself your slave, and presents her huge ass like it’s a royal gift, the game just lets you decide how much of a bastard you want to be. You can grab her hips, push her face into the sheets and go straight for anal like you’re checking if this world is really yours. Or, if you’re pretending to be nice, you start slow, slide into her pussy first, listen to her whimper and feel that tail wrap around your leg while she thanks you for “using” her. She’s not the only one like that either. There’s a towering monster girl with horns, thick thighs, tits that bounce a little too perfectly for something that’s supposed to be hand drawn, and she treats you like the only man alive who can actually handle her. When she grinds on your lap, cock buried inside her, claws digging into your shoulders, the game lets the scene linger. No rush, just you, her, and this ugly little thought in the back of your head that your real body is somewhere dying in a hospital bed.

The weird part is how normal the power starts to feel. One day you’re choosing which slave warms your bed, the next you’re getting ceremony talk shoved in your face. You’re king, so now you have to pick a queen. Not just a girl to fuck, but the one who will carry your heir, make your bloodline, all that “legacy” crap. The game actually lets you sit with that. There’s the obedient cat-like futa knight, cock as thick as your wrist, swearing to breed you if you want it, or bend for you if you’d rather fill her instead. She’ll kneel, pull your pants down in the middle of the throne room, take you into her mouth while the rest of the court pretends not to see, then later you can push her on the bed and test how deep her ass stretches, watch the AI-shaped sweat on her back catch the candlelight. Then there’s the gentle type with big soft tits that practically swallow your hands, the kind of girl who rides you slowly, eyes locked on yours, like she genuinely loves the man you are, not just the crown. The art has that slightly off AI look sometimes, fingers a bit too long in one frame or hair blending weird into the pillow, but somehow it helps the whole dreamlike vibe instead of breaking it. You’re always half-aware this might be fake, that the walls shimmer a bit when you push a slave against them and fuck her hard, her moans echoing a little too clean inside the castle halls. While you’re choosing who you’ll knock up, whose belly you’ll fill with your “royal seed” while she begs for more, there’s that sick feeling that any second you could open your eyes and be back with tubes in your arm. Or maybe this is the morphine talking and you already died. The game doesn’t hold your hand, it just lets you keep taking what you want. And you do. Over and over.