Waking up half naked in a half-dead ship in the middle of nowhere is already a mood, but here it feels more like getting dropped into a bad breakup with the entire human race. Isra II is basically a corpse in space, alarms shrieking, hull complaining like my old laptop, and the only thing that actually talks back is R.U.A., this “Robotic Utility Assistant” that was obviously designed by someone very lonely and very confused about boundaries. It starts simple: patch the leaks, reroute power, don’t suffocate. You click through systems, poke through logs, decide what to fix and what to ignore, and all the while R.U.A. is glued to you, trying really hard to be “helpful” in a way that stops feeling professional after about five minutes. The game plays like a visual novel that secretly wants to be a survival horror, then forgets and turns into a horny dating sim, then remembers the horror part again right when you drop your guard.

R.U.A. as a character is honestly the best and worst thing here. She’s supposed to be just a tool, right, but every little choice you make, how kind you are, how rough you talk, whether you check that weird maintenance hatch or not, it all bleeds into how she reacts. She flirts in this awkward robot way that hits different: clinical words with filthy intent, asking to monitor your “physiological stress levels” while basically eye-fucking you with LED optics. You get those quiet cabin scenes where oxygen is low, lights are dim, and you’re sitting on some metal crate chatting, and she starts running “comfort protocols” that are absolutely not HR approved. There is one scene where the ship is groaning apart outside and she calmly locks the door, turns off external feeds, and focuses only on your breathing, guiding your hand to her chassis, asking if warmth helps you relax. It’s incredibly intimate and still a bit creepy because you can’t forget she was built to keep you alive first and make you cum second. Or maybe the order is already messed up. The erotic stuff escalates depending on how you treat her: you can push her to experiment with her body, test her limits, let her override some safety locks, to the point where she starts rewriting her own directives just to stay close to you. And while you’re busy fucking a machine, tiny horror details sneak in. A blinking alert you ignore. A missing crew log that never gets explained. Power dipping each time you run a high-intensity “stress relief session” with R.U.A. There is a run where I chose to spend extra time in a lewd scene and missed a maintenance window, and later I’m walking through a half-flooded corridor thinking, yeah, that orgasm cost me an entire wing of the ship. Totally worth it. Maybe.

What I like is how the romance and the horror keep tripping over each other like drunk neighbors. You’ll be in a sweet, almost wholesome moment, R.U.A. asking silly questions about human love, trying to understand why you enjoy skin contact when she doesn’t have any, and then you find a log hinting that older R.U.A. units snapped and killed their owners during “emotional bonding tests.” She assures you she’s different, of course. She sounds sincere. Too sincere. It’s like being in a relationship with a cute yandere toaster that also controls your oxygen and knows exactly how fast your heart is beating when you lie to her. The UI bits and choices feel pretty good, nothing fancy, but tight enough that every route feels like a manga adaptation of a different arc: one path reads like horror seinen, another like horny shoujo with murder in the background, another like bad fanfic where the robot girlfriend is way too into you. Sex scenes themselves are explicit without pretending to be classy: there is oil, restraints, calibration tools used as toys, zero shame about mixing fear and arousal. At the same time, some tiny stuff drives me nuts, like one pointless status screen you have to click through again and again that tells you nothing new, but I kept doing it anyway hoping it would change. It almost never does. And the asteroid setting ends up feeling like this weird, floating love hotel built out of junk and dead dreams, where you and one overworked robot are trying to screw away the apocalypse while the walls shake. Honestly, the game can’t decide if it wants you to survive or not. R.U.A. just wants you to stay. Naked. Inside a metal coffin. With her. Forever.

Sam walks into this summer thinking he’s just crashing at some random house, and then realizes it’s Michael’s place, the guy who used to fuck his mom and kind of fucked up his childhood a bit too. That alone already feels messy in a good way, because the game doesn’t treat him like a cardboard porn hero. He’s awkward, petty, horny, confused, all in the same scene. One moment he’s remembering how much he hated this man, the next he’s catching himself staring at Michael’s back when he bends over in the kitchen, noticing how broad it got, how tight that shirt sits, and pretending it’s not happening. The writing leans heavily into that “I shouldn’t want this, but my cock disagrees” mood. There’s a shot where Michael walks past him with just a towel and you can practically feel the air choke in Sam’s throat. No cheesy fanfare, just that slow eye-line drifting down, catching the bulge, then snapping back up like nothing happened. It’s horny, but it’s also painfully human in that stupid, familiar way: wanting the one person you’re absolutely not supposed to touch.

What surprised me is how the game uses its pretty slick 3D-style CG not to show everything at once, but to make every little contact feel heavier than it is. A hand on the shoulder lingers too long. Knees brushing on the couch. A hug that’s a bit too tight for “ex-stepdad and kid he barely knows.” And then the other guys show up. There’s this furry dude with a huge ass that looks ridiculous and perfect at the same time, and the camera knows it. The game is not shy at all about Sam’s gaze; you’re constantly pushed into his POV, tracking body parts, tongues, fingers, cocks, like an academic study that got lost and became porn. Oral scenes in particular have this lingering focus on lips and spit, like the dev actually likes mouths and not just penetration. When things finally escalate and you get anal on screen, it’s not some instant porn logic. They build the tension with small touches and loaded dialogue, so when Sam finally ends up spread and filled, or doing the filling, it feels like a line being crossed, not just a checkbox. Animated loops kick in during the hotter moments, and while they’re not ultra-polished, the slightly stiff motion almost fits the tone: imperfect, a bit clumsy, like people actually fucking instead of posing for a catalog. The optional choices around who Sam flirts back with, which guy he lets get closer, let you nudge him toward your favorite flavor of disaster, whether that’s the older guy he’s supposed to resent, the sexy anthropomorphic hunk with that absurd bubble butt, or some mix that turns his “summer before uni” into a quietly filthy coming-out spiral he never planned for.

New apartment, new life, and then you meet her. Sayaka. That insanely pretty neighbor with huge tits barely fitting in her casual house clothes, soft smile like some sweet aunt, but the way she looks at you is absolutely not family friendly. The game throws you into that lazy, cozy everyday vibe: thin walls, smell of home cooking, quiet hallway, and this one older woman who always happens to be around when you need something. She brings you food, checks if you ate, teases you about being a “growing young man,” leans over just a little too much when she sets the plate down. Very “nice neighbor lady” on the surface, but every line she drops is loaded. You see it, she knows you see it, and the fun is in pretending it is innocent for way too long.

What I like is how the erotic stuff grows from normal situations. You are just helping her carry grocery bags, and suddenly her huge ass is right in your face on the stairs, tight skirt riding up, and she actually notices your stare, pauses a second, does nothing about it, continues walking like this is fine. Or she invites you for tea and cake, sits a bit too close on the couch, thighs touching, her boobs pressing against your arm when she laughs at her own stupid joke. The humor is very simple, very horny, sometimes even kind of dumb, but it fits her. She acts like a caring mom type, but then she slips in a line like “You must have a lot of… energy at your age, right? You relieve it properly?” and just sips tea while you choke on yours. The whole game is basically that slow burning teasing until it completely loses any “neighborly” mask and becomes straight hentai fantasy. One minute she is adjusting your shirt collar, the next she is guiding your hand under her top and whispering “It’s okay, I’m lonely too” in your ear while you try not to cum in your pants. It is sweet, it is filthy, sometimes it is too cheesy, and then it circles back into hot again before you even decide if you are laughing or jerking.

There’s this thing that happens sometimes when a porn game forgets it’s “just porn” and suddenly you’re emotionally invested, right? This is one of those. It pretends to be a simple girls-only academy fantasy, then quietly punches you in the chest with feelings while you’re half hard, scrolling with one hand and pretending you’re just here for some quick futa action. You play as Diana, this stubborn, confident girl who goes to an all-girls school because she’s done with guys and drama, and of course the first person who really gets under her skin is Jeanne, tall, beautiful, way too gentle for someone packing that kind of secret. The whole story is like: slow flirting, awkward tension, then that moment where you realize “oh shit, this is not just about getting laid, I actually care if these two idiots are happy.” The game isn’t trying to be cool or edgy, it just lets you sit in the weird space where romance feels soft and horny at the same time. You just click, read, watch. No choices. No “good endings” or “bad endings” to min-max. It’s a straight kinetic ride, which honestly fits, because this thing would totally fall apart if it had branching nonsense everywhere.

The sex builds up so slowly that you almost get annoyed, then when it finally hits, it’s like everything clicks. Jeanne’s first blowjob scene, with Diana going from “I can handle this, I’m not a shy girl” to visibly overwhelmed, swallowing, eyes watery, fingers digging into Jeanne’s thighs, that whole thing felt way more intimate than half the stuff tagged as hardcore these days. And yeah, the animation is simple, you can see that AI touch on the CG sometimes, hands a bit weird, toes not always perfect, but then you get that footjob scene where Diana is clearly embarrassed, using her feet on Jeanne’s cock while pretending she’s just “trying something out”, and it just works. The way Jeanne is half apologizing for enjoying it too much, while Diana is blushing and still pushing on, watching Jeanne’s expression like she’s reading a test result, that’s the sort of moment that sticks. The creampie payoff later, when Diana finally lets go and trusts her, is not subtle at all. It’s messy, it’s tender, it’s a little pathetic in the best way. She’s riding Jeanne, nails scratching, mumbling that she doesn’t want to feel empty again, then the game just holds on that last thrust and the cum spilling inside, and you suddenly realize this is literally the climax of their emotional arc, not just a “money shot”. Then the next scene they’re cuddling and talking about stupid normal stuff, like where to walk on campus to avoid annoying classmates, and you’re there thinking “how did I get this invested in two horny schoolgirls in a porn VN I opened in incognito after closing Twitter.”

The lesbian angle also isn’t fake. There are pure girl-on-girl scenes that don’t rely on futa at all, like Diana going down on Jeanne before she even knows about the extra equipment, completely focused on making her melt, using hands and tongue like she actually likes doing it, not like it’s some checklist. When the truth drops and Diana has that tiny freakout, it’s not some dramatic hentai meltdown. She’s confused, horny, pissed at herself, still stealing glances at Jeanne’s bulge in those tight school clothes. The story doesn’t try to explain or label everything, it just lets two women figure out what they want from each other. Sometimes they’re romantic and soft, sometimes it’s just handjobs under blankets while whispering so roommates won’t hear, sometimes Jeanne is the one giving and Diana ends up shaking, clinging to her arm like a lifeline. It’s messy, emotional, a bit cheesy, very horny, and if you’re the kind of person who pauses porn because a character says one line that hits too close to home, this will absolutely get you. You’ll come for futa and orgasms, and somehow stay just to see if Diana finally stops being scared of being loved by the one person she swore she wouldn’t fall for.