Ashley is the kind of protagonist where you look at her and instantly think, “Alright, this girl is absolutely going to make terrible life choices and I want front row seats.” You’re not just watching her, you’re inside her head, poking her toward either being a sweet good girl or a complete thirsty mess who rips her morals apart the moment a hot body with tattoos or a thick wallet walks past. The game leans really hard into that whole tension of “I shouldn’t do this” while already unzipping. One minute she’s trying to stay faithful, the next she’s eye-fucking someone through a bathroom mirror, then you accidentally click the “naughty” choice and suddenly she’s on her knees, pretending she’s still in control. And yeah, futa and trans stuff isn’t just some quick cameo. It’s right in your face. If you’re into futanari with real presence, not just background extras, this thing basically grabs you by the collar and sits you down.

What I liked a lot is how filthy it gets without turning everyone into brainless sex dolls. You get these big muscle guys, older dilf types with that smug “I’ve seen everything” vibe, and then futa girls who have more dominance in one smirk than most male MCs in other games. Ashley reacts to them differently depending on the path you are messing with. There’s this scene where she’s supposed to just do a little teasing strip in front of a webcam, private show, nothing too wild. You can keep it soft, show some skin, play shy. Or you can take the corrupt choice and let a futa viewer talk her into using a dildo on herself while some guy she knows in real life is secretly watching from another cam window. It gets that nice dirty voyeur feeling, like everyone is using everyone and enjoying it way too much. It almost feels like cheating on three people at the same time and somehow nobody catches you yet. I opened Twitter afterward and my brain was still half in Ashley’s mess, scrolling like “yep, that guy here would blackmail her for sure”.

And because I’m a harem ending addict, I kept hunting for ways to stack relationships instead of picking just one route. The game actually lets you build this tangled net where Ashley can be involved with a mature daddy type, a buff futa with a monster cock, and a softer trans lover who looks all sweet but talks her into dirtier things bit by bit. It’s not the usual “pick one final love interest” thing. If you play your choices right, she’s juggling several lovers, lying terribly, then somehow pulling it off. Sometimes the pacing goes weird, like you jump from emotional scene to straight-up ass worship without a breath, and a few dialogues feel like they were written while the dev was half-horny and half asleep. But honestly that raw feeling kinda matches the corruption tone. I just wish the game stopped hiding the juiciest multi-lover combinations behind super specific choices that you can miss with one click and then never realize it. Still, when you finally get Ashley in a room with more than one partner, everyone wanting a piece of her, big tits bouncing while she tries to act like this is all “just an experiment”, yeah, that’s the good shit. Not perfect, a bit messy, but it’s the kind of messy where you end up reloading a save because you want to see her fall even deeper.

Raven wakes up in Lustein with the kind of hangover you get from reality itself, not from alcohol. She knows three things: her name, that she’s a witch, and that everyone around her is way too horny for a Tuesday that doesn’t even exist. The town looks like some fantasy RPG town you half remember from an old JRPG, but somebody replaced half the NPC dialogues with porn hub comments and cult propaganda. On one corner there’s a prim girl in a hood preaching purity, on the next there’s a slime girl casually jerking off a tentacle beast in an alley, and both scenes feel normal after about ten minutes. The game doesn’t even apologize for it. You walk Raven around, poke your nose into “investigations,” and every lead about the mysterious Order somehow slides into another sex scene, another shady deal, another monster with way too much cock for its own skeleton.

What I liked is that Raven isn’t written like some clueless virgin protagonist who “accidentally” falls on dick every five steps. At first she’s confused, guarded, trying to treat every encounter like a real case file. You’re choosing dialogue options, digging for clues, following rumors about disappearances and strange symbols, but half the clue-givers are masturbating behind curtains or peeping through keyholes when you arrive. The voyeur stuff sneaks up on you: you accept a “stakeout quest,” thinking you’ll watch a corrupt priest meet his contact, and suddenly you’re crouched behind a crate, watching him get absolutely flooded by his own acolytes in a holy-bukkake ritual that looks like a blasphemous version of a Klimt painting. You can stay hidden, stroke yourself with Raven’s gloved hand while the scene unfolds, or reveal yourself and twist the ritual to your own kind of magic. The game pretends it is about an investigation, but it is actually about how far you push her corruption, how much you let Lustein leak into her soul and underwear. There’s turn based combat, sure, but it’s the kind of combat that laughs at normal balance. You’re casting spells that bind tentacles, seduce bosses, or literally masturbate mid-battle to charge a corruption bar that works like mana and moral decay at the same time. An early battle with a raven-headed knight is still stuck in my head: the fight starts like normal, you exploit his weak point, suddenly his armor snaps away and what’s under it could never fit in that plate mail. You can finish him “properly” with fire and hexes, or stun him using a seduction stance that turns the screen into a slow striptease, then ride him until he swears fealty with a mouth full of your magic. There is this absurd tension between “I am saving this world” and “I am absolutely getting railed by it.”

The outfits are not just costumes; they feel like alternate timelines for Raven. You change from a modest witch dress into a shredded leather top and thigh-high boots, and the game quietly adjusts how people react. That prim Order nun earlier suddenly stops seeing you as possible recruit and starts looking at you like potential prey, cornering you later in a side chapel and suggesting “purification” that involves ropes, candles, and her tongue taking a pilgrimage between your legs. Another time I put Raven into a delicate, almost scholarly robe, and went to a monster-infested forest. Bad idea. The tentacle plants there literally respond differently, coiling around her as if they’ve found a rare flower and need to pollinate it from every angle. You’re given choices, but a lot of them feel like you’re only choosing how filthy things get, not if. One quest has you investigating rumors about a masked witch corrupting villagers. Plot twist: that witch is basically you from the future if you dive too far into the hentai logic of Lustein. Fighting her in turn-based battle is weirdly arousing and tragic: magic circles, mirrored incantations, her taunting you with what you will become, then pinning you down with living chains while she pours her “knowledge” into your mouth. The best part is I hated some tiny UI things, like how the log sometimes hides a line you want to reread during a particularly heavy lesbian ritual, and I will complain about this in my head forever, but at the same time, when Raven kneels in a ruined library, covered in monster cum, reading sigils from a soaked grimoire while fingering herself to unlock a new spell, I forget everything else. It feels like those old fantasy paperbacks where the margins are full of notes from some horny reader before you, except now you’re the one writing them on Raven’s skin.

Holly’s Summer is that kind of horny mess where you open it “just to check the art” and then suddenly you’re way too invested in two girls making every bad decision possible on a private island. You’ve got Holly, the cute “good girl” who clearly thinks she’s in control of her own story, and Brooke, who has big “I say I’m your best friend but I also kinda want to see you ruin yourself” energy. The setup looks like classic rich-boyfriend summer vacation, private house, quiet beach, you know the fantasy. And then the thieves show up, and the whole vibe just slides straight into dirty, twisted crime porn without even pretending to be subtle. One minute it’s bikini and sunscreen, next minute it’s ropes, hands where they shouldn’t be, and a house full of men who see them as toys, not people.

What I liked is how fast it stops playing nice. There’s no fake heroic rescue tone. The guys are criminals, straight-up, and the game leans into that: groping that ignores consent, “searching” their bodies like they’re looking for stolen goods inside their panties, that kind of thing. It feels like a porn comic turned into a visual story, and yeah, if you know Fernando’s stuff, this is right in that lane: lots of humiliation, the girls forced to pose, kneel, open, suck, obey, with their faces doing that mix of shame and arousal the whole time. There’s one scene where Holly ends up on her knees in front of a guy she absolutely hates, with Brooke watching from the couch, hand tied behind her back, some big dude’s fingers digging into her thigh while he tells her to “act encouraging.” I paused the game there, opened Twitter, typed a whole rant, deleted it, went back and… clicked the filthiest option anyway. The choices mostly push you between “bad” and “worse,” like, do you want Holly to resist and get punished harder, or cooperate and get praised like a good little toy. There’s a bit of femdom flavor too, but twisted: some of the female-led stuff is them being forced into a “dom” role that’s still under male control. Holly made to dominate Brooke, slap her, ride her face while guys watch and jerk off, and you can feel she’s not really on top, she’s just another tool.

The sissy content sneaks up on you. It’s not like, boom, here’s a crossdressing dude from the start. It grows out of the humiliation vibe. One of the guys clearly enjoys breaking people, and you get this path where a softer male character gets dragged into it, forced into panties, made to serve with the girls. They talk to him like he’s just another slut, shove him next to Holly and Brooke, compare their asses, treat him as “the sissy” from then on. It’s mean, it’s hot, and sometimes weirdly funny in a dark way, like when Brooke mocks him but her voice cracks because she’s still choking on cum. Interracial stuff is sprinkled in pretty casually: the game doesn’t do speeches, it just puts Holly between a white thug and a huge black guy and makes her work both, or has the girls humiliated by a mixed group that clearly enjoys turning rich island princesses into shared meat. There’s a lot of focus on female orgasm, not in some romantic way but in that cruel “we’re gonna make you come so you can’t pretend you didn’t like it” style. They edge the girls, deny them, then suddenly push them over the line at the worst possible moment, like Holly screaming in pleasure while she’s being slapped and called a whore in front of everyone. If you’re into soft, cuddly romance, this is the wrong page of the internet. If you want a dirty, criminal-feeling island nightmare where pretty girls get broken, used in groups, forced to dominate and be dominated, and a “sissy” joins the meat parade, this one just crawls into your brain and refuses to leave.

Clara’s “Love Hotel” feels like the place your horny brain built when you were fifteen and your wallet was already imagining sugar daddies. It’s not some classy high-society escort fantasy. It’s cheap perfume, sticky elevator buttons, and girls who still check their phone between clients. You follow a teen girl getting sucked into Clara’s world, going from “I’m just looking for some extra cash” to happily spreading her legs for whatever rich pervert books the suite. The whole thing plays like a kinetic visual novel where you’re mostly there to watch her brain rewire itself around money, cock, and control, with Clara pulling strings and smiling like a sexy devil in a tight dress. The story doesn’t rush. First it’s teasing and striptease in those themed rooms, girls grinding slowly while the client watches like a creep through tinted glass, then the jobs start getting nastier: anal for an extra wad of bills, creampies that drip out while Clara counts the cash, toys shoved in to keep the girl “ready” for the next guy. You barely make a choice, you just sit there like a voyeur, and somehow that fits the whole hotel vibe perfectly.

One moment that stuck in my head had the main girl lying on silk sheets while an older woman, a full-on milf type with that rich cougar aura, just toys with her for a client hidden behind the curtain. She whispers to the teen how she’s nothing but a fucktoy now, fingers deep, thumb circling her clit, and the hotel’s camera quietly recording every twitch for “private archives.” The girl pretends to be shy at first, but the game doesn’t keep that illusion long. By the time Clara pairs her with a calm, serious dilf businessman, she’s already the one pushing his cock inside, asking if he wants to finish in her ass or her pussy because “Clara gives bonuses for messy endings.” There’s a fun little moment where two lesbians working the same floor sneak into an empty room between clients, toys buzzing, tongue on tongue, and you realize they’re half doing it for pleasure and half to warm up before the next paying guest. The corruption doesn’t feel cartoonish, more like a slow slide where you watch the girl go from flinching at her first blowjob to riding a stranger like it’s just a normal shift. Some scenes lean more romantic, weirdly enough, especially when a regular client starts bringing gifts and treating her like his personal escort, and the game kind of pretends there’s “love” in a place that operates like a brothel. It’s messy, horny, sometimes sweet, sometimes nasty, and it never apologizes for treating every girl in that hotel as both employee and property, legs open on demand while Clara counts the profits with that lazy, satisfied smile.

Guy wakes up in the far future with half his life blown up, quite literally, and still somehow the biggest problem is his dick and his missing partner. Whole galaxy is floating around, planets abandoned, Earth is just some rumor people use in shitty bar stories, but you’re stuck in this shitty apartment ruin with smoke in your lungs and a very clear thought in your head: someone tried to kill you, and probably wanted to fuck up your weekend too. The first ten minutes feel like some drunk cop show in space: alarms, people yelling, some asshole pointing a gun at your face, and then bam, cut to you trying to calm down in a corridor that looks like a mix between a hospital and a sex club. The game hits hard with the mystery vibe at the start, then just goes, “ok, now let’s put your cock in this mess too.” And it works weirdly well. You follow this guy around space stations, shady districts, half-legal clubs where everyone looks like they’ve fucked or stabbed someone recently, sometimes both. One moment you’re doing actual investigation, checking who ordered your assassination, next moment you get a fully voiced scene where some alien-looking chick is groping you while you’re pretending to care about information.

Sex scenes come in like rewards and distractions. A girl you barely trust is on her knees, lips glossed with spit, and you can hear every squelch because the voice stuff is surprisingly on point. There is this one foot scene that way too long, in a good way. She presses her heel against your shaft, toes curling around the tip, slow at first while she teases you and talks shit, and the animation just keeps going. You think it will cut away, but it doesn’t, it goes from lazy teasing to full, sloppy jerking with her soles and you feel like a degenerate for watching the whole thing. And then later you get a handjob that is way shorter and you’re like, why the hell did the dev spend so much time on the toes and not on the grip. Actually I liked that handjob best, so I don’t even know what I’m complaining about. There are also some rougher bits, like when a scene goes from kissing to choking and the camera doesn’t flinch at all, you really see spit, tears, even little red marks where fingers press. Not extreme torture stuff, but definitely not “soft, slow love” bullshit. And suddenly, while your dick is still half hard, the game throws you back into plot: bodies in corridors, blood splattered on white metal, people whispering about what really happened to Earth like it’s some porn version of a conspiracy channel. You chase leads, flirt with suspects, sometimes end up with two girls at once who somehow both think it’s a great idea to share your lap and take turns riding you like it’s a stupid contest, all while they casually joke about murder and stolen data. The funny part is I kind of forgot the original goal in the middle. Was it finding your partner? Solving some giant cosmic secret? Or just trying not to cum too fast while some smug space criminal sits on your face and laughs in your ear. Honestly, the humor hits more than it misses, characters talk like horny assholes instead of poets, and even when the pacing is kinda all over the place, it still feels like this messy, horny adventure where you’re always one scene away from getting shot or getting your dick sucked. I still hate that one sound effect in a certain oral scene that repeats like a fucking metronome, but it’s not going to change and I’m strangely fine with that.

Michelle looks like the girl in your office who always leaves at exactly 5, hair perfect, life probably on rails. Except here she is in sweaty, neon Hong Kong streets in 1986, slowly losing her grip on that “good daughter, good employee” mask because one tiny, stubborn, chain-smoking woman named Sam keeps flirting with her in ways that are way too gentle to ignore and way too dirty to be innocent. The game starts pretty tame, all long bus rides, quiet apartment scenes, small talk about movies and clothes, but the whole time the camera lingers on thighs under skirts, fingers brushing on handrails, the little hesitation when Michelle looks at Sam’s mouth while they share a drink. It’s a slow, frustrating kind of heat, like when you’re stuck on Zoom meetings and sexting on Telegram on the side, except here it’s cassette tapes and payphones and cramped bedrooms with thin walls and parents one room away. The erotic stuff doesn’t explode in your face with instant porn. It creeps in. One kiss in a dark cinema where Michelle is stiff at first, almost scared, then you see her lips part, her hands tremble, and you can almost hear her swallow before she gives in and pulls Sam closer. Tongues, teeth, that wet sound, and she keeps her eyes half open like she still cannot believe she is letting another woman taste her like that.

When it finally goes past kissing, it hits like someone yanked the curtain down. You get these long, quiet scenes on a bed where the sheets are a bit messy, clothes half off, bras sliding down arms, Michelle trying to cover herself at first and Sam just laughing low and kissing every bit she tries to hide. There is a moment where Sam goes down on her, and it’s not some porn-speed blowjob logic. It is slow and almost awkward, Michelle gripping the bedsheet because she does not even have the words in her own language for what is happening between her legs. The text describes every tiny reaction, how her thighs twitch, how she tries to keep her voice down because her mother could walk past the door, how her hips start grinding against Sam’s mouth anyway, shame turning into this fucked up relief. You can tell the writers actually understand how it feels when you are eating pussy like you care about the person, not like you are checking off positions. There are pauses, deep breaths, a little laugh from Sam when Michelle whimpers a bit too loudly, and then she doubles down, tongue and lips and fingers working together until Michelle is shaking so hard she almost pushes her away. That first orgasm is not “perfect”, it feels real, messy, emotional, like she just broke some rule she has been obeying her whole life.

Under all that sex there is this heavy layer of family and culture pressure that honestly turned me on more than I expected, because the guilt makes everything spicier and more fucked up. Michelle sneaks back home smelling like cigarettes and someone else’s perfume, lies to her mother at the dinner table while still feeling Sam’s fingers inside her if she closes her eyes for a second. There are choices where you can lean into the romance, keep seeing Sam, or try to “fix” yourself and go back to the safe, straight, lonely path everyone expects. Some endings feel like a punch in the gut, some feel like a small rebellion that might not last forever but at least burns hot while it exists. It is a romantic story, yeah, there is sweetness, hand holding, soft kisses, that feeling when you are falling in love and every bus ride feels like a music video, but the game never really lets you forget that this is two women trying to build something intimate and wet and tender inside a world that keeps telling them they are wrong. That clash is what makes the sex scenes hit so hard. When Sam whispers “you’re mine tonight” while Michelle’s family photos are literally watching from the shelf, it feels dirty in the best way, like she is betraying everything for the chance to have her own life, her own pleasure, even if it all goes to hell later.

Hero story on the surface, total filth underneath. That’s the whole vibe here. You’re not the shining savior, you’re the snake in the sleeping bag. The world is doing that classic “demon horde rising again” thing, the Hero’s party is all proud and hopeful, and you’re there smiling like a good little ally while secretly sent by the Demon King to fuck everything up from inside. And “fuck” is not just metaphor here. You’re working your way through trust, lust and corruption at the same time, pushing everyone in the party over the edge in different ways. One girl starts all pure and doe-eyed, blushing when you brush her hand, then five scenes later she’s moaning with tongue out and eyes rolled back while you rail her from behind, fat creampie dripping while she’s supposed to be “on watch” for monsters. Another guy in the group is a cocky swordsman, all talk about honor, and you slowly grind him down with teasing, humiliation and those “friendly” training sessions that turn into blowjob practice, then sissification, then him begging to wear panties under his armor. The game really loves that slow slide from normal to “how the hell did we get here” and it doesn’t apologize at all.

What sells it is how it mixes the fantasy quest with filthy little betrayals. You’re doing typical RPG stuff, traveling, camp scenes, tavern stays, but every stop is a new chance to twist someone a bit more. Helping the healer “meditate”? Actually guiding her through “special breathing” while your hand is between her legs and she’s leaking on your fingers. Sparring with the Hero? You tire him out on purpose, then leave him to sleep while you sneak off and fuck his crush hard enough she starts lactating in a later scene, and you make sure he walks in just in time to see the internal view shot of your cum overflowing from her stretched pussy. There is a lot of voyeur stuff like that, you arranging things so people catch each other in the worst possible moment, then using the shame to push them even deeper: blackmailing the proud mage with that time she let you titfuck her in the bath, turning it into regular “magic lessons” with her on her knees, or forcing the tanky milf knight to let you spank and grope her under her armor right in the town square because she “owes” you for saving her from a monster girl that you actually lured her into. And yeah, the monster girls get in on it too, sometimes joining the group sex, sometimes being your tools, sometimes corrupting you right back with a surprise anal scene where you pretend you’re in control but she clearly isn’t fooled.

The sex is all over the place in a good way and a messy way. You get sweet romance moments where you almost feel bad, like when the Hero’s childhood friend whispers she wants to carry your baby because she thinks it’ll make you closer to the Hero, and then the game just slams into hardcore group scene with her pinned, double stuffed, drooling ahegao face while you use her like a toy. One evening you’re giving “foot massage” to the party’s stern elf archer that ends with her sliding her toes around your shaft, totally red but still trying to act calm, and the next morning she’s the one offering to help you “relax” with a handjob behind some ruins, pretending it’s just physical relief so she doesn’t have to admit she’s addicted. There is lesbian stuff between party members you twisted emotionally, traps that start as jokes from the Demon King side and turn into full on submissive little pets in your harem, interracial scenes with captured enemies you flip over to your side using nothing but your cock and a bit of humiliation. You get classic blowjob, anal, multiple penetration, toys jammed in during battle prep, the Hero getting cucked in ten different ways without even realizing half of it, and a lot of those evil little moments where you watch from the shadows while they masturbate thinking about you, then you step out and ruin them more. It’s not soft, it’s not “healthy”, it’s dirty spying, gaslighting, teasing and training wrapped around an adventure that pretends to be heroic while you quietly turn the whole party into your personal, leaking, obedient mess.

This one hits like some trashy fashion magazine fantasy where everybody forgot pants and basic morals, in a good way. You start as this regular dude who suddenly gets dragged into the DeLuca mafia mess, and the whole vibe is like “what if a crime family hired a himbo intern and all the women came straight out from a horny Pinterest board”. Outfits are wild. The older women especially have that rich, dangerous MILF energy, hips and ass doing 90% of the talking, tops that pretend to be classy but the buttons look one sneeze away from exploding. I kept pausing scenes just to stare at the clothes and thinking, ok, whoever designed these had a very specific kink folder on their desktop. Some of the dresses are useless for actual movement but perfect for pressing a big soft ass into the camera and teasing the hell out of you. Even the casual wear looks like “I only own clothes that make people want to grab me”.

The game makes you click around like a point & click from those old Flash days, but now everything is dripping with sex jokes, mafia tension and “please don’t catch me spying on that shower”. There was this moment where I was just doing some normal job for the family, then accidentally ended up watching one of the girls bend over and the camera just stays on her butt way too long. No one says anything, but the game knows. It leans into the voyeur stuff so hard: half-open doors, someone changing in the next room, your hand kind of “slipping” when you touch, groping that starts as “oops” and turns into “yeah you meant that”. And still it keeps cracking jokes. One second you’re laughing at some stupid mafia banter, the next second the scene goes fully horny and your only thought is “yeah, I’d risk getting shot for this”. Sometimes the violence pops up with zero warning, like a reminder that these pretty people actually kill for a living, which weirdly makes the romance hits harder. You flirt, you date, you cheat, you pretend you’re a good guy while very clearly not being one, and it never apologizes for that.

The animations are where the outfits really earn their paycheck. When a character leans in, the way fabric slides over curves is almost more erotic than the actual nudity. Tight skirts ride up just enough when they sit, stockings bite into soft thighs, a blouse pulls across big tits and you can almost feel the strain on each little button. Some scenes go from sweet to filthy so fast it’s like whiplash: a romantic chat, a playful tease, then suddenly her ass is pressed against you and your hands are “helping” her keep balance. There’s this one sequence where you’re supposed to be on a serious mafia job, but your brain is just locked on the sway of a certain MILF’s hips in this skin-tight dress that no HR department would ever allow. I actually wish there was an outfit gallery just to rotate them around and zoom in like a total creep, but I know it’s never gonna happen and that’s fine, I’ll live. The game keeps mixing humor, tension and raw sex in a way that feels messy, unfiltered, and kinda hot as hell. Nothing feels “safe for work”, even when everyone is still dressed. It’s like being trapped inside a fashion show hosted in a mob mansion where every look says the same thing: you’re in danger, but you really, really want to stay.

Straight!? feels like some horny time traveler grabbed one of those old college slice of life anime, shoved it into a clumsy 3D engine, added dicks and awkward eye contact, then forgot to polish anything. And somehow it works. You start as Zack, this “totally straight” guy who narrates like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. First day of college, new dorm, and suddenly there’s Braden, the roommate who looks like every “cute bro” meme on Reddit but talks like an actual dude, not some porn actor reading from a broken teleprompter. The story takes its time, way too much sometimes. Instead of jumping straight to cock in mouth, you get long nights on crappy dorm beds, shirtless stretching that lasts a bit too long, brushing teeth together, “accidental” eye contact at the worst times, and conversations that start with stupid jokes and end with “why the fuck am I thinking about his lips.” The whole thing is a slow corruption of Zack’s own idea of himself, mixed with self exploration in the most literal ways. Like you go from jerking off under the sheets trying not to think about your roommate, to having him straight up ask what you’re watching on your phone, and you feel that little panic in your chest, even though it’s just a visual novel.

The sex doesn’t pop out of nowhere. It kinda leaks in. A really long stare in the locker room, a dumb “I’ll help you shave” moment, then suddenly there’s a hand too close to your cock and the game just lets the silence stay there. When the first proper oral scene hits, it almost feels wrong, like you’re watching two dudes cross a line they built together over hours of talking about nothing. There’s anal, yeah, and it goes from “bro just helping out” to “I want to feel you” before either of them is ready to say it out loud. The romance lives in those tiny choices: do you look away or keep staring at his body, do you joke when he opens up about his past, do you touch his shoulder for one second too long. Sometimes the dialogue is clunky as hell, like someone typing in Discord while half horny and half insecure, and then out of nowhere you get a line that just hits you, because you remember that one guy from school you still stalk on Instagram. The 3D models are rough in early parts, like weird plastic dolls, but later scenes suddenly look better and you can almost feel skin where it used to look like wax. It’s inconsistent and kinda ugly in spots, which weirdly fits the story, because Zack is not some smooth porn fantasy. He jerks off alone, he freaks out, he says dumb shit, he pretends to be fine when he’s obviously falling for his roommate’s stupid smile. And even when you finally get to the heavy gay sex, it still feels like two idiots trying to figure out what they want from each other, not just bodies colliding. The game spends way too long on little things like brushing knees in bed or sharing a blanket during a movie, and not enough on big dramatic payoffs, but if you like that shaky first time feeling where lust and fear mix together until you can’t tell which is which, this thing nails it in the messiest way.