Game hits you in the face right away with Nel’s tits just kind of… there, wobbling in the dialogue box while she talks about totally normal stuff like “energy extraction” that is obviously just milking your cock. It pretends to be a normal visual novel for maybe two clicks, then the grind loop shows up and suddenly you’re timing clicks and watching a little bar fill up while Rukia moans in that fake “I hate this” voice that sounds more like she’s begging for another round. I tried to play it serious at first, reading the lines, then Orihime pops up with her boobs barely contained and the game basically goes “yeah ok, we all know why you’re here.”

Story is some half-broken parody of Bleach where you’re this random soul reaper dude who somehow has every girl’s attention and everyone is really confused about “spiritual pressure” but what they really mean is cum. You go from area to area, clicking on little icons, collecting points, unlocking scenes like it’s some gacha game where the only SSR is “Yoruichi on all fours with a tail plug.” The best bit is how lazy and honest it feels. Backgrounds are simple, UI feels like it was thrown together during a boring weekend, and then suddenly you hit a full CG where Rangiku’s huge ass is filling the whole screen and the game goes from “haha parody” to “ok I’m jerking to this for real.” I kept alt-tabbing between the game and Discord and somehow lost track of the plot like three times, but it doesn’t even matter, because every choice basically leads to more sucking, riding, or milking anyway.

There is this one tiny, stupid thing I can’t stop thinking about: the way Nel’s boobs squash slightly when she leans on the imaginary table in front of the textbox. They’re huge, obviously, anime giant, but the artist added this tiny fold where they touch, and it broke my brain for a second. Meanwhile Rukia is in the same scene, proportioned totally different, smaller chest but still not exactly “small,” and the script pretends like she’s flat. It’s hilarious. Half the time the dialogue feels like someone was writing while watching clips on another monitor, you get lines like “I’ll never accept this crude training!” and literally one box later she’s riding you, drool on her chin, nipples hard, asking for “more of that spiritual juice.” There’s a grind for “affection” that just means you click the same spot until a meter hits a number, then you get Yoruichi pinning you, purple hair all over the place, tits bouncing as she milks you dry like some smug cat goddess. It’s trashy, inconsistent, kind of buggy, I clicked through one box and skipped a blowjob line that probably was important but whatever, and I still kept going just to see how far they’d push Orihime’s curves before it turned into pure hentai nonsense. Spoiler: it hits that point fast and never looks back.

Game feels like someone grabbed Sword Art vibes, soaked them in jealousy and cum, then forgot to clean up the mess. In a good way. Kinda. You start as this pretty average guy who just wants to grind mobs, level gear, and then grind his hot VR girlfriend in the love hotel after. She’s got that classic big tits, big ass, school uniform thing going, but the dev keeps teasing more than giving at first. Lots of slow camera pans, skirt lifting, the way her thighs squeeze together when she pretends to be embarrassed. She’s like a burlesque routine in a sailor uniform, all “no no no” while her bra is already halfway off. In my head I was already planning how I’d do a fan dance to that scene, drop the fans right when she goes down on you in the alley behind the school. But anyway, then Inoda shows up with his stupid “stealth” thing and his weak-looking avatar and suddenly the game stops being just about you milking your girl and starts being about “who’s watching who” a lot.

What I really liked is how the combat and the sex are tied together, but not in that forced way where every fight is just a porn scene with HP bars. The turn based stuff is simple, but the tension is from “ok if I fuck up this boss again, I have to watch Inoda be alone with her… again.” You can feel that VRMMO addict rhythm: log in, grind, party with your girl, then there’s this extra guy third-wheeling, always “needing help” with something. At first you’re just happy to show off, like, yeah, look at my girl heal you, look at her cute butt in that armor. Then the camera starts doing those POV shots when she leans a bit too close to him on the field, or she laughs at one of his lame jokes, and you see his hand accidentally brush her tits in the crowded teleport lobby. Accidentally. Sure. I hate how the game makes you watch that. I also love it. It’s like a slow striptease that’s not for you anymore. In one dungeon, you’re fighting some big monster thing, and there’s this moment where he goes down, she runs over to “check on him,” and the game gives you this little voyeur angle of her ass tight in that skirt as she bends over him. My brain went straight to a chair dance choreography, grinding on some invisible guy while my real partner has to watch and pretend it’s just “part of the act.” Except here it’s not an act. Or it is, but you’re the audience, not the star.

The real fun is when the stealth stuff kicks in outside the actual game. You get that feeling something is off before the protagonist does. He’s still like “we’re just helping a friend,” while I’m staring at the screen yelling, “dude, he’s literally using his skill on your life.” There’s a scene where you log out of the VR world and you’re back in school, and suddenly Inoda is just there, talking to her like they’re classmates for ages. No fanfare. No build up. Just casual little touches, her laughing, his eyes sliding down to her chest for a half second too long. You can tell she notices and doesn’t pull away fast enough. The game loves this teasing stage: half-gropes on the train, her blouse stretched, that one shot where his hand is way too low on her waist, and you know if he moves two centimeters he’s palming her ass. It keeps dangling the line between exhibitionism and netorare. She’s still “your” girl, calling you darling, sitting on your lap in your room, jerking you off under the desk while you talk about game strategy. Then suddenly she’s texting someone behind your back, and the next time you’re in VR, Inoda’s character is doing better than he should, like someone’s been giving him late-night one-on-one tutorials. You get these animated sex scenes that feel like they’re building to the classic happy creampie ending, you buried deep inside her pussy, she moans your name, your cum spilling out, that warm “she’s mine” feeling. Except then you notice a tiny detail, like the mark on her neck that you didn’t put there, or she slips and uses the wrong name, or the camera angle feels off, like you’re not the only one watching. It’s small stuff like that that stuck with me, more than the actual blowjob scenes. Those are fine. Good throat sounds, decent animations. But the real kick is that slow sinking feeling when you realize the voyeur in this game might not be you. Or maybe it is, but you’re watching your own role fade, one thrust at a time.

This thing feels like someone grabbed your Steam library while drunk, smashed it together with Pornhub search history and then just said “yeah, that’s a universe now”. You start as this regular dude who absolutely should not be trusted with a portal-hopping device, and suddenly you are peeking into all these twisted versions of familiar worlds. One minute you are watching a redhead archer who is very obviously not Aloy grind her hips on some ancient machine while you are crouched in the bushes like a horny raccoon, next moment you jump to a rainy hellhole that smells like Silent Hill and Resident Evil had a baby, and Lady D is sitting on a throne with her thighs open, lazy as fuck, letting you worship her feet before she even looks at your face. The game does not even pretend to be subtle. It is like “here, you wanted Ellie with a knife and a dirty mouth, and you wanted to see if she kisses girls as aggressively as she stabs clickers? Cool, have a scene where she is shoving some punk girl against a wall, french kissing her while you watch from a half-broken window, hand in your pants, too scared to breathe because she almost catches you.”

The fun is how the game keeps throwing fanservice you did not know you wanted. Jinx is here, of course she is, wired on some shimmer knockoff, riding a dildo fixed to an old Zaun pipe and laughing like a maniac while you sneak under the catwalk to get a better angle on her dripping pussy. There is this whole cyberpunk city shard where Judy and Panam and Meredith all exist at the same time, like some weird mod that never got patched, and you get dragged into this fucked up NTR setup where your character gets to spy on Panam cheating on you with a chrome dom guy while Judy is under the table, licking Panam’s clit like it is some religious duty. You can join in, or you can just sit there and be a cuck voyeur, watching her swallow his dick on her knees while Panam moans your name by accident. The writing goes from funny to cruel in half a scene, like there is a Mass Effect corner where Miranda is using you like a toy, guiding your tongue over her ass, forcing you to rim her in an elevator, and then on the next jump you land in a cold Metro tunnel where Snezhana is giving some dirty, fast blowjob to survive and you kind of feel bad about how turned on you are.

Not everything hits right. There is a Game of Thrones cluster with Sansa, Arya, Cersei and Margaery, and it almost feels like the dev just dumped all their incest porn folder there and called it a day. One scene has Cersei sitting on the edge of a bed, her foot pressed on your chest, making you lick between her toes while she makes Sansa kneel and eat her out from behind, slow and obedient, like a trained dog, and it is hot, but then it cuts away way too soon and suddenly you are in some Tomb Raider ruin watching Lara and Kassandra compete who can make you cum faster with their mouth, and you never get closure on that foot thing. Same with Baldur’s Gate girls, like Shadowheart and Lae’zel and that green disaster Lae’zel’s friend whose name I always forget. One moment you are buried between Shadowheart’s thighs, tongue deep in her pussy, her hand on your hair pushing you to lick her ass too, soft little whines in your ear, and then the game just shoves you through another portal into some cursed TV zone that is basically The Ring with tits. Still, every now and then it nails that perfect mix of naughty fanfic and actual kink. Liara and Miranda double-teaming you, one riding your face while the other rides your cock, your hand tangled in blue skin and black hair, your vision all sweat and pussy. Lizzy Wizzy doing this weird chrome striptease before letting you jerk off on her feet. A lesbian alley scene with Zoe and Clementine lookalikes where they think no one sees them, kissing, giggling, fingers slipping into panties while rain hits the trash cans around them. Some parts feel rushed, some parts feel like the dev had one hand on the keyboard and one on their dick, but there is this stupid charm in how messy and raw it all is, like a huge crossover fanfic that forgot to be safe for work and never tried to fix itself.

Symphonic Love feels like someone mashed a horny dating sim with a half-broken life sim, then just let it run wild on mobile and said “yeah, that’s good enough, go fuck people with it.” You start as this super generic dude, but the game doesn’t really care about your personality, it cares about where you stick your dick and who watches. One moment you’re in a normal flirting chat with a shy music nerd girl, then two taps later she’s got huge tits bouncing in an animation that looks almost too real for a phone screen, with you fucking her while she does that stupid ahegao face that made me roll my eyes and still keep staring. The weird part is how often the game forgets it’s trying to be romantic. You’ll have this long sweet text exchange, choose all the caring options, then suddenly the next scene is her jerking you off under a café table like it’s the most natural thing. No build-up, just “oh hey, you have a dick, I have hands, problem solved.”

The sandbox thing is both the best and worst part. You can wander around, peek on people, open random menus that don’t bother to explain themselves, tap on windows and sometimes it’s just scenery and sometimes it’s a full-on voyeur scene with some futa dom pounding a cute trap’s ass while a toy is buzzing in his mouth. I got stuck for like fifteen minutes just replaying one animation where a trans character did paizuri on the MC and then switched to riding him, because the physics on her tits make zero sense. They move like they’re filled with holy water or something, floating all over, but when you push her down for vaginal, they suddenly behave like heavy real boobs that slap against your belly. And the sound. There’s this wet slapping loop they use in a bunch of oral sex scenes that doesn’t quite sync with the animation and it drove me insane, but I also left it playing while checking Telegram on the side, so I guess I wasn’t that mad. Sometimes the frame rate tanks right when it gets to the best part of a masturbation scene with toys, so the buzz of the vibrator is smooth but the motion is like a cursed slideshow. Still, when you finally line up the right choices and the right character, and all the weird bugs don’t interrupt, you get these surprisingly filthy multi-stage scenes: starting with a slow handjob, going to blowjob, then paizuri, then full-on hardcore with cum close-ups. And then the next “date” with the same character is bugged and you softlock in a café because a text box doesn’t close. Classic horny mobile game energy.

Jason is that kind of lazy-ass 22-year-old everyone knows: still parked in mom’s house, half pretending to look for work, actually grinding through games like his life depends on clearing the next level. The game drops you right into one of those “I’ll just play one more” nights where the screen glow is basically his only real relationship. Except here, the more he plays, the stranger his world starts twisting. Not in some deep philosophical way, don’t worry. More like: the geeky gamer fantasies in his head start leaking into his real life, and suddenly mom’s tight shirt isn’t “just mom’s shirt” anymore, and the Lara-style brunette on screen feels a little too close, like she might crawl out of the monitor and ask for a blowjob for beating the boss. It plays out like a short episode, self-contained, like a dirty Black Mirror that decided to stop pretending it has a moral and just went full horny instead.

The tone is this weird mix of everyday boredom and “shit, did that actually just happen.” One moment Jason’s half-slouching at his desk, alt-tabbing between his game and some porn site like Pornhub or XVideos, thinking about nothing, and then bam, you’re in front of a stacked milf with ridiculous big tits, and the game doesn’t even pretend you’re there for plot. You get those classic VN moments where time kind of slows down, screen holds on a CG of her bending over the sink, panties riding up, Jason’s eyes glued to her ass even though he’s pretending to look at the floor. The text doesn’t over-explain it, which I like. You already know what he’s thinking. When oral comes in, it’s not some meek fade to black. Mouth on cock, spit strings, sloppy sounds, her lips stretching around him, his hand in her hair pulling a little too hard, that quick little panic in his head that she might actually notice how much he’s enjoying it. Then he thinks about that redhead from his game, the one with the explorer shorts, and suddenly the lines start blurring. Is he imagining mom as his own bootleg Lara, or did the dev just decide that gamer brain is one endless crossover event and call it a day.

What sells it isn’t some great mystery plot, it’s that feeling of being stuck between screens and reality. Jason grinding XP in his games, then “grinding” something else in the hallway when mom bends down to pick up laundry. You get those heavy-breathing scenes where she’s on her knees, her lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowing out, eyes up, and the text throws in just enough little details like the taste, the warmth, the way her tongue plays with the tip, that it hits that sweet spot between porn and fantasy diary. The parody vibe sneaks in too, with that obvious nod to Lara Croft style heroines: tough gamer fantasy girls with guns and shorts who, in this world, also happen to love sucking cock once Jason manages to “beat” their route. No long grind, no nonsense stat juggling, just click, read, choose, watch the CG hentai do its thing. One shot, in and out, like a quick jerk-it session between real-life obligations you’re definitely ignoring. It feels dirty in that specific way only a story about a useless gamer son drooling over his milf mother and game heroines can pull off, and it doesn’t apologize for any of it.

Ada in chains hits different here. This thing throws her straight into a filthy underground prison, stripped out of all that “cool spy lady” aura and turned into a lab rat with a pretty face and a sharp tongue that doesn’t help her at all. You open it in browser, see this cheap-looking menu, and you think “ok, this is some half-baked fetish trash,” and then five minutes later you’re staring at the screen like an idiot because the dev actually gets how humiliation should feel. It’s not just “haha, she naked now,” it’s Ada trying to keep her pride while some masked freak pulls her hair back and shows her reflection, forces her to look at herself while he uses her. That one CG where she’s cuffed behind the back, on her knees in the cell, mascara slightly ruined, eyes wet but still pissed? That stayed with me longer than I expected. For a “teaser” it already hits harder than a lot of “finished” stuff on Nutaku or F95, which makes no sense and also perfect sense.

The pacing feels like a fucked up tasting menu in a cheap BDSM restaurant. You don’t get full meal, you just get mean little bites. Short scene, hard cut, no big build-up, no romance bullshit. You get Ada dragged in, collar locked, quick medical talk about “experiments,” and before your brain catches up she’s bent over cold metal with a gloved hand on her neck and rough penetration that clearly isn’t about her pleasure. It’s almost clinical, which actually makes it hotter if you’re into that broken toy vibe. Then suddenly the scene ends and you sit there like “wait, that’s it?” I hated that. I also liked that. There is this weird tension because you feel there is more depravity coming, more restraints, more fucked up positions, but the content stops just before it turns into pure torture porn. Except it already kind of is. I opened another tab with Pornhub just to compare some RE4 Ada cosplays and they all felt way too soft after this, like TikTok roleplay compared to what this game’s prison does to her.

What surprised me most is how “respectful” it is to source while absolutely not respecting her as a person. It feels like the dev actually played Resident Evil 4 instead of just googling fanart. Ada here still has that “I know I’m better than you” attitude in her face, even while being slapped, gagged and used like property. Her lines, when she gets them, are short and sharp, not some cringe horny fanfic stuff. There’s one little moment I keep thinking about: she’s forced to kneel in front of the guard, he grabs her by the chin, and she actually tries to spit in his face, fails, and he just laughs and pushes himself into her mouth anyway. The animation on the gag reflex is almost too real, her eyes roll up for a second, and you feel that mix of disgust and arousal that is hard to get right. I kinda wish the game was longer already, with all the promised characters and heavier shibari scenes, but at the same time I like that it feels like being left locked in the cell with her, waiting for the next “experiment” that isn’t here yet and might never be. Maybe that’s the real kink. Or maybe I’m just coping. Whatever. It got my attention way more than it deserves and I’ll still complain that the collar sound effect is slightly off and nobody but me cares.

You wake up in this soft, sugar-sweet all-girls academy where everything looks clean, polite, kind of like those mobile romance apps that pretend to be wholesome while everyone is secretly dripping with horny energy. You’re the new assistant teacher, which already feels wrong, because the way some of these students look at you is not “Sensei please help with homework” and more “Sensei I absolutely want to ruin your life with my thighs.” At first it feels like a normal school day: you walk the halls, talk to the girls, check their work, act like a responsible adult. Except their smiles are just a little too shiny, their memories slip a bit when you ask simple questions, and sometimes a girl says something that sounds like she already fucked you in a scene that never happened. It’s like your brain has save files you don’t remember making. One girl clings to your arm and calls you by a pet name you’re sure you never told her. Another one knows exactly what you’ll say before you say it. The romance here isn’t slow burn, it’s like someone already burned it once and you’re watching the leftover smoke.

The fun part is when the flirting starts feeling like déjà vu porn. You flirt with a shy class rep in an empty classroom, her hands shaking while she tries to confess some “secret.” She says this is her first time, but her dialogue feels weirdly polished, like she’s reading from a script she’s read a hundred times. You grab her waist, push her against the desk, her skirt rides up, and you get this strange sting in your head, like you did this exact scene before with different lighting. You keep going anyway, obviously. Her panties are damp, she’s biting your name, and for a second the whole background glitches and then snaps back. She acts like nothing happened and you’re the only one left breathing hard, wondering if this world is just looping your dirtiest choices. It’s horny, yeah, but also a tiny bit creepy in that “I should probably close this tab but I won’t” way. Sex scenes hit that mix of soft and filthy: girls that moan like good romance heroines but they’re also begging to be choked a little, or to be praised like they’re your perfect student while you rail them over the teacher’s desk. There’s one scene in the nurse’s office that goes from tender to absolutely feral the second the door “accidentally” locks and she asks you to check more than just her temperature. I got distracted staring at the little UI buttons during that scene because they don’t match the tone at all, they look like they belong in some cutesy otome, and it annoyed me more than it should. Anyway, the more you chase the girls and unlock their routes, the more the whole fake-school vibe breaks apart, like a horny dream that starts to remember it’s a nightmare. You’re supposed to guide your students, but half the time it feels like they’re luring you into repeating something you already did, like they’re trying to drag you back into old saves where you made worse choices. And the messed up thing is, the game kind of makes that feel hot.

Thalmeris looks calm from far away, like those fantasy wallpapers you keep on your phone and never really think about. But inside this world everything is broken by old faith, blood and really fucked up desire. You start as this simple farm boy, soft life, fields, routine, the kind of guy that thinks destiny is just a pretty word in a prayer. Then in one ugly, rushed moment the whole thing is ripped away. Fire, screaming, metal on flesh, your father on his knees and some shadow figure cutting him down like he was nothing. And the person you care about most gets dragged off in chains while you are too weak to stop it. Game never lets you forget that you were useless there. It hits hard, more than I expected from a porn game on my phone if I am honest.

After that the story turns into this long walk through a world still shaking after holy war. Religion here is not just flavor, it is everywhere like dust. Half the people you meet quote some old scripture before they stab you. Temples still smell of incense and burned bodies. Knights pray right before they split someone wide open and the blood sprays on the icons. I liked how faith and lust are always touching each other. You see nuns with soft lips and heavy tits whispering about purity then ten minutes later one is on her knees in a ruined chapel, dress rolled up, back arched, moaning your name like a hymn while the candlelight shakes on her ass. It feels dirty in that special way where you know this is wrong but also exactly where you are supposed to be. Fate is a whore here and she is very affectionate.

The teasing is strong in this game, almost mean sometimes. You travel with this barbarian woman, tall and thick, big tits that never quite stay inside the leather, scars on her thighs that make you want to trace them with your tongue. She keeps calling you “farmboy” like an insult, flexing her arms, grabbing your shoulder a bit too tight. There is this one scene at a campfire, she drinks, laughs, stands up to stretch and her top slips just enough that you see the edge of her nipple in the light. She notices that you look and just smirks, sits down again and absolutely refuses to move things further that night. I spent the next battle totally distracted, failing a dodge because I was still thinking about that tiny flicker of pink. Stupid, but also very real.

Some of the best stuff happens in public. There is a city where old temples were turned into markets. You can flirt with this princess in disguise, trying to escape her own bloodline. She is proud, stubborn, always telling you that destiny is bullshit. You sneak with her through crowds, hiding from soldiers, and at one point she pulls you behind a broken statue of some forgotten god. People are walking right on the other side, priests chanting, merchants yelling. She grabs your hand and presses it between her legs through the dress and she is already wet, breathing fast, teeth on your neck. She keeps whispering “we should not, we should not” but her hips push into your fingers. It is not even full sex, just rough grinding and desperate kissing while you both try not to make noise. Exhibition vibe is crazy there, the fear of being seen gives everything this electric taste. Honestly, that short half-clothed scene turned me on more than some later full naked ones.

The game loves big tits and big asses, no lie. Every time you think they reached max size, a new character shows up and your brain says “ok, physics is cancelled now.” There is a devilish woman you meet in a ruin under a collapsed church, red eyes, slow smile, curves that look like someone cheated when they sculpted her. She plays with you a lot. She will appear in dreams, sit naked on your lap, pressing her huge tits against your chest, whispering about your “darkest wishes,” but then ask you to make choices that hurt people you care about. Sometimes when you pick the selfish option, you get this intense sex scene with her, claws on your back, her ass bouncing as she rides you, blood on the altar behind. When you try to be good, she just laughs and disappears, leaving you alone and hard. I hated her and also tried to see her every time.

What surprised me is how your decisions really twist the path. I took one route where I leaned into the whole chosen-by-fate thing, accepted the weird visions, followed the religious signs. Ended with a kind of fucked up holy warrior vibe, girls kneeling to pray with me then crawling onto my cock like it is another altar. In another run I played as this bitter cynic, no god, no plan, just survival. Different people slept with me, some romances never started, some turned cold. There was one ending where the princess I loved stood in front of a burning temple, crown on her head, looking at me like a stranger. No sex, just distance. It hurt more than when some enemies cut me open earlier with that graphic detail like ribs, torn flesh, organs almost spilling. Weird how the game can show guts hanging out one moment and then later make your heart feel more empty than your balls after a long scene. Destiny feels heavy here, but still, every choice you touch with your own dirty hands.

You start as this so‑called “master hentai artist” who secretly can’t draw for shit, which already made me laugh, because same. Instead of learning anatomy, you get handed this shady alien camera that literally pops you into different anime timelines and lets you shoot lewd pics of characters in their own world. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep art or whatever. It’s more like: here’s a horny excuse to stalk Nico Robin across One Piece moments and see how many times you can make her blush, moan, then pretend she’s still in control. You’re this clueless virgin guy trying to act professional while your hands are shaking because her tits are basically in your face during “photo sessions”.

The “VN with puzzles” thing is actually funny, because half the time the “puzzle” is just you trying to not stare at her tits while you solve some tiny logic thing or pattern thing that unlocks the next scene. You think you’re here to click through dialogue, then suddenly you’re matching stuff under time pressure while Robin is teasing you on screen, leaning forward, sucking on a lollipop way too slow, talking about “better angles” for the shots. First time she let me “adjust” her pose, I thought it’d just be a static change, and then she actually started moving, riding the invisible camera, full animated tits bouncing while your character tries to keep his composure. My mouse hand was absolutely not used for aiming at that point.

There’s a moment where you fuck up the task and instead of a normal “fail” screen, Robin basically climbs into your space, grabs you by the collar and says you’ll have to “pay for wasting her time”. That switches into a sequence where you’re flat on your back, she’s on top, rubbing herself on your dick through clothes first, super slow, lots of teasing. She keeps stopping right before sliding you in, asking stupid questions like “is this your first time?” while you’re clearly about to explode. When she finally sinks down on you, it hits extra hard because the game held you on that edge for too long. Creampie is not optional either. She pushes your hips in when you try to pull out, almost mocking you, telling you to “fill your own masterpiece”. It’s dirty in that way that feels more playful than cruel, like she enjoys seeing you lose control. And then you get thrown back into another timeline, acting like a “pro hentai photographer” again while your legs are still shaking.

Oral and titfuck scenes feel like rewards for poking around every little option. One run I kept choosing the slightly polite answers and ended up with Robin on her knees, pretending it’s a “research on male stamina”. She takes your cock between her boobs first, rubbing oil on them, pressing them together so tight it almost looks painful, then licking the tip every time it pops out. When she finally takes you in her mouth, the camera framing changes just enough to show spit and tongue, and it’s weird how proud I felt when she gagged a bit. Another time I played the idiot and pushed every teasing dialogue line and she just shut me up with a deepthroat scene with zero warning. No romance, just “fine, if you’re that desperate” and she goes all the way down. The game kind of teaches you that different choices lead to different flavors of the same kink, which for replay freaks like me is... dangerous. I kept telling myself “ok, last route” while my browser had like 12 auto‑save files.

The group stuff catches you off guard too, because you think it’s just Robin for a while, then suddenly the device drops you in a scenario where there are other bodies around, and the vibe changes from intimate teasing to “oh shit, I’m actually the center of a small orgy now”. Robin does not get jealous. She gets competitive. There’s this part where she pulls you out of another girl’s mouth and wraps her own lips around the tip, eyes locked on the other girl like “see, this is how you do it”. You end up switching holes, positions, angles so fast it almost feels like a mini puzzle scene where the solution is “everybody gets a turn on your cock”. At one point you’re buried inside Robin’s pussy, another girl riding your face, and someone yelling about needing a “better shot” for the sensei. I kind of wished there was a simple free mode without all the clicking so I could just, you know, enjoy, but no, you’re still juggling inputs while three women argue about who gets the last creampie.

What I really liked is how the game absolutely knows you’re playing a virgin dork and never lets you forget it. Even when you’ve already fucked Robin raw, she still treats you like a student when you hold the camera, correcting your posture while her ass brushes your crotch, telling you to “focus on the subject” while her nipple is practically resting on your cheek. It’s not realistic at all, obviously, but it nails that fantasy where you’re useless at real art, yet somehow every hot girl in the timeline wants to help you “practice” by wrapping their thighs around your waist. My notes app on my phone literally has a line that just says “Robin, oil, puzzle timer, holy shit” from when I had to pause the scene because I almost failed the minigame while she was bouncing on my lap.

And there is that tiny annoying thing where the teasing can drag a bit too long before you finally get to pound her properly, but then when she’s riding you and you’re forced to watch her face up close, hair sticking to her cheeks, moaning something about “perfect composition” right as you cum inside her, suddenly that complaint didn’t matter anymore and I forgot what I wanted to say in the first place.