You wake up wrong. That is the first thing that hit me. Not heroic, not cool cyberpunk badass, just this sick, half-loaded feeling like your soul got dragged through a glitchy Pornhub ad. You’re in your backup sleeve, lying in some cheap future med-bay, the kind that smells like burnt plastic and sex lube, and your own body doesn’t quite fit. Your fingers are a bit too long, your chest feels heavy in a way it shouldn’t, heart rate monitor chirping like a horny bird, and your vision keeps tearing like a bad stream on xVideos. Crew’s a mess, ship’s a mess, and your upload is corrupted enough that if you calm down, you die. Which is a fucked up way of saying: you literally need to be kept turned on just to keep your brain from shutting off.

The “keep his heart rate up” thing sounds like a cheesy porn excuse, and yeah, it is, but here it actually wraps around into the story surprisingly tight. You’re surrounded by these thick-thighed, short-haired, neon-dyed space girls that look like someone smashed together a strip club and a hacker bar, then sprinkled futa on top for good measure. They are not gentle nurses. You’re not in some healing crystal spa. You are meat they are determined to keep pumping, with hands that wander the second the monitor dips below a number they like. One moment the medic is calmly explaining your neural corruption, next moment her gloved hand slides under your hospital sheet and she squeezes like she’s testing a weapon part. The captain leans over you, short hair brushing your face, tits spilling out of a half-open suit, and she’s pissed you almost died but she’s also grinding on your thigh with this lazy, practiced dominance that says she has done this before with other poor fucks on other poor ships.

I liked how the game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about the body stuff. Your sleeve is customizable, but not in that boring “pick eye color, done” way. It’s big asses that bounce when you get grabbed, heavy tits that strain cheap fabric, cocks and clits and both, because why not if you’re paying for a synthetic body anyway. Cyberpunk setting, sure, there are glowing cityscapes outside the porthole and some talk about data smuggling and black clinic surgeons, but honestly the real sci-fi here is “how far can we push this body before the heart flatlines.” There is this one scene that stuck with me: you’re strapped into this sloopy auto-doc chair, and a futa crew engineer, all colorful undercut and grease on her cheeks, is pretending to “check your reflexes” while she slowly strokes you with one hand and plays with the med panel with the other, watching the HR line spike when she squeezes your balls just a bit too hard. And the worst part? She keeps half-talking about thruster repairs, like she’s multitasking you like any other ship component.

Not everything lands. Some of the dialogue comes out a bit stiff in the wrong way, like someone tried to write badass one-liners while also jerking off and lost the balance. There is a moment where a character calls a neural buffer a “quantum RAM thingy” and I still don’t know if that’s on purpose or just lazy, but I kind of love it because it feels like late-night shitposting turned into a game script. The pacing jumps all over: one second you’re gasping, being ridden hard by a thick-hipped futanari officer who pins your wrists to keep your pulse up, the next second someone brings up fuel dates and cargo lists like we didn’t just watch you cum all over the med bed. Also, tiny complaint that bugged me way more than it should: the damn heart rate sound is slightly too high-pitched, like my Fitbit having an orgasm, and it made me reach for my phone twice, thinking I got a notification. Still, when the girls crowd around you, colored hair brushing your skin, their hands greedy, their voices low and bossy, using your overheating body as both patient and toy, that shrill little beep just disappears into the background like any other cheap future noise. Sex as life support. Literally. It’s messed up, and it works.

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This one feels a bit like that sleazy LinkedIn fantasy nobody talks about, where being “in leadership” is less about KPIs and more about who ends up on their knees behind the desk. The game throws you straight into the role of the smug boss, sitting in a too-clean office, checking out candidates for a secretary job while pretending you care about their skills. The whole thing starts like a normal HR interview, with the standard questions, but the answers you pick are obviously not about productivity. You’re judging who’s going to look better in tight lingerie when you keep her late for “overtime.”

What I like is that it really leans into the little corporate details before dropping into the filth. You’re skimming resumes, asking about “previous experience,” and then suddenly you’re asking if she’s comfortable staying after work to “help your stress,” and the dialog doesn’t even try to pretend it’s innocent. One girl comes in dressed all proper, skirt just long enough to pass, but when she sits you catch that flash of stocking top and you kind of forget what question you were on. Another one basically looks like she got lost on her way to a nightclub, and the game lets you poke at that difference. You can play the fake professional who slowly corrupts the shy one, or you just straight up treat the bold one like she already knows this job is 80% fucking and 20% typing.

There was one moment that stuck with me: you’re “testing” her attention to detail, and the test is literally her kneeling between your legs while you pretend to read some document on the monitor. You can click to speed her up, keep her slow, make her swallow or not, that kind of thing, and it weirdly feels like those click-tracking heatmaps from analytics dashboards, just that here the only metric is how fast you want to see that cumshot on her lips or dripping on her stockings. It’s stupid, but in a good way. I checked this on my phone in Chrome first, then swapped to laptop on Firefox because I wanted a bigger screen for the close-ups and it actually felt nicer to just sit and let it play out.

Later on, you switch roles and play as the secretary too, which I honestly didn’t expect to like. But controlling her side of the story has this fun twist: as the girl, you’re choosing how much you’re “pretending” to be innocent. Are you wearing the safe office outfit or the one with the bra that obviously doesn’t survive the end of the day? Sometimes I picked the more modest look, just to see if the boss still pushed things, and he always does. That power shift is interesting. One minute you’re the guy deciding which candidate you want to bend over the desk, and then you’re the hired girl trying to decide if you let him cum inside during “late shift” or make him finish on your face so you can clean it off in the staff bathroom. At some point I tried to play it more like a serious office sim and that lasted about 30 seconds before I was clicking the naughtiest lines again without thinking.

It’s not deep, it’s not pretending to be some moral story about workplace ethics, it’s just filthy office roleplay with interviews that turn into auditions, heels tapping on the floor while she moves closer, and choices that all orbit around who ends up covered in what by the end of the scene. Like those charts where every line leads to the same spike, here every path somehow circles back to you abusing your position and enjoying it. Honestly, I was going to complain about the pacing at one point, because one scene drags a little, but then the next moment she’s in your lap, lingerie pushed aside, and the thought just left my head.