Lydia feels like that quiet girl from your math class who never talked, then one night you see her at a party half drunk, lips on another girl, mascara ruined, and you realise you had no clue who she really was. That’s the whole vibe here. She walks into this fancy New York college with her planner, her high grades, her “good girl” brain, and then the game basically throws her into sex, pressure, weird relationships, and some very questionable choices that you, as the player, keep pushing her into because it’s impossible not to test how far she bends. One moment she’s blushing because someone saw her underwear under that too-short skirt, next moment you’ve got her deliberately “forgetting” to close the curtains in her dorm room, staring at her own reflection on the glass while knowing people in the next building can see everything. I liked how the game doesn’t scream at you “this is corruption now”, it just lets you nudge her a bit, then a bit more, and suddenly Lydia’s the one saying the filthy lines in dialog that would have made her faint in the intro.

The routes with the girls hit different than I expected. When Lydia ends up in those lesbian scenes, it’s not just “oh look, two girls, boobs, done”. You get soft, clumsy kisses on a dorm bed with a friend, the kind where they both stop and giggle because teeth bumped, and then twenty minutes later you might have her pinned against a bathroom stall, one hand over her mouth while some other student is washing their hands at the sink, clueless. Or maybe not totally clueless. The game is weird like that, it loves that almost-caught tension. The trans romances are actually where I felt the dev flexing a bit. There’s that moment when Lydia’s staring at a hard cock and pretty face at the same time, trying to process why she’s more turned on than confused, and the dialog actually leans into her brain spinning, not just her body reacting. Sex scenes go from sweet vanilla dates and handholding to Lydia on her knees taking it deep and letting someone use her hair as grip, then back to cuddles like nothing happened. Some scenes are kind of stiff and the pacing jumps around without warning, like a Ren’Py script got smashed with a hammer and taped back together, but in a weird way that matches how her college life feels. You think you’re going for wholesome romance, suddenly you’re choosing whether she agrees to wear a collar under her turtleneck to class. Or if she lets a girl tie her wrists to the headboard and take pictures, “just for us”, which of course is never just for them. I kept meaning to try the more normal path and then found myself pushing her into another risky exhibition stunt, like making her walk down the dorm hallway in nothing but an unbuttoned shirt and panties, praying no RA shows up. It’s messy, horny, sometimes awkward, sometimes really hot, and Lydia never fully stops feeling like that smart, slightly lost college girl who might either graduate with honors or end up skipping lectures because she’s too busy getting fucked in someone’s off-campus apartment.

You wake up in this cold metal coffin, brain still full of weird cryo dreams, cock already half hard for no good reason, and the first thing you hear is your ship AI calmly telling you the entire Tau Ceti system went silent fifty years ago. No welcome back party, no fancy sci-fi bullshit speeches. Just you, a crew that looks way too hot to be statistically realistic, and a mission brief that screams “we’re all fucked” between the lines. The game doesn’t waste time pretending this is some noble heroic space epic. It’s more like: “Hey commander, everything beyond this door might be hostile, corrupt or horny as hell. Also you really need to keep morale up. Use any tools you have.” And yeah, they mean exactly what you’re thinking. Sometimes even more.

The tone flips in a fun way. One moment you’re walking through dark corridors with only emergency lights on, convinced something is watching from the vents, tension crawling on your skin, then suddenly your second-in-command starts stripping in the med bay because “skin-on-skin contact helps circulation after cryo” and she says it with a straight face. She’s got this insane body, big ass that barely fits in the standard-issue uniform, tits that look… honestly they look like a violation of the Proxima engineering budget. You’re doing a full psychological evaluation and it turns into her sitting on your lap, grinding slow while still talking about chain of command and mission protocol. You’re half listening to the horror story about what happened to the last expedition and half lost in the way her uniform slides down, nipples hard in the cold recycled air. At one point she starts stroking you under the desk while asking if you’re “mentally stable enough to lead.” Answering that form with your dick in her fist is a special flavor of fucked up that the game leans into really hard.

Sex scenes feel like they belong to the stress. Nobody is “romantic”, they are needy, scared, pretending they aren’t. One of my favorite bits is this oral scene in the observation deck, stars drifting by so slow it looks like a painted wall. She gets on her knees between those massive observation windows, jokes about giving the void a show, then opens her mouth and you forget there might be actual monsters waiting out there. She takes you deep, drooling, gagging a little, eyes locked on yours, then when you unload she absolutely refuses to spit. Just looks up, swallows every drop, then casually licks the tip like she’s cleaning a lab tool. After that she snaps right back into mission talk, wiping her lips and briefing you about the blackout like this is a normal staff meeting. The contrast between “I'm full of your cum” and “by the way, we might be the last humans alive in this system” hits harder than any jump scare.

The male domination angle is there, but not in a corny porn way where everyone just instantly worships you. You have authority by rank and the game milks that. You order a crew member to strip because you “need to check for cryo burns”, run your hands along her skin, grip her throat lightly to see her reaction, push her against the bulkhead and fuck her raw while she’s half moaning, half begging you not to forget the actual mission. There’s a scene where you use a toy on her in the lab, just to “test the effects of micro-vibrations on post-cryo muscle tension”. Total bullshit excuse, but she plays along, strapped to a chair, legs spread, toy humming inside her while readouts blink in the background. When she finally creampies herself on the toy, thighs shaking, you’re the one who gets to decide if she licks it clean or you just shove your cock into that overstimulated pussy and finish the job with a messy creampie of your own. And in the next scene she might casually bring up that you’re running low on rations and someone has to volunteer for a high-risk EVA. The game is good at making you horny and slightly guilty at the same time, like you’re jerking off in a haunted spaceship.

What sells it for me is how the horror and the humor keep cockblocking each other. There’s this one gag where the AI deadpans some stupid meme-level line right as you’re about to cum from a rough handjob in the engineering bay. She’s jerking you with oil-stained fingers, muttering how she needs “stress relief” before checking a failing reactor, and the AI chimes in with a safety warning so out of place you actually laugh mid orgasm. It undercuts the seriousness, but in a way that feels real, like people trying to stay sane while they’re one broken bulkhead away from getting spaced. And sometimes the horror takes over completely. Long, quiet walk down a cargo corridor, lights flickering, you hear what sounds like breathing that isn’t yours. No sex, no jokes, just that slow burn psychological shit that reminds you this is still a thriller, not just a porn slideshow. I opened one of the locked doors expecting more tits and toys, got something else, and for a minute I just sat there staring at the screen thinking “ok, maybe everybody fucking all the time is actually the healthiest thing on this ship.”

Also, tiny thing, but it annoyed the hell out of me: one character’s hair clipping through her collar during a really intense scene pulled me right out of it, and then I spent the rest of that scene half focused on her mouth, half staring at that stupid floating hair like a maniac. I never got over it. At least the swallowing animations are on point.

Jake looks like that guy you half remember from high school, nothing special, bit lost, scrolling on his phone too much. Then you drop into his new life in this strange city with Nika, and suddenly all that “ordinary couple” vibe just starts to peel off, really slow, like clothes after a long bar night. The game doesn’t rush; you actually feel that lazy first week in a new place, boxes still in the corner, Nika walking around in a tank top with no bra, asking where the mugs are while her tits bounce more than they should. You click through some simple choices, joke with her, and at some point you notice your eyes are stuck on her ass in those shorts that look one size too small. The game knows exactly what it’s doing, it keeps putting her just out of reach, kissing you soft, grinding a bit on the couch, then pulling back like “later, babe, I’m tired” and you’re there staring at the screen like, yeah, same.

Everything feels very physical. When she drops to her knees for the first time, it’s not some sudden porn cut, it actually grows from this stupid little argument in the kitchen that turns into teasing, then she bites her lip, kneels on the floor tiles and wraps her hand around Jake’s cock. The way her fingers move, that slow stroke with saliva shining, her lips sliding over the tip, tongue circling, you can almost hear the wet sounds even when nothing is playing. Her cheeks puff, mascara a bit smudged, eyes up at him, and she goes deeper, bobbing faster, spit dripping on her knuckles. It feels messy in a good way. Not that plastic “perfect blowjob” stuff, more like your browser history on a bad day. Then later you finally get her on the bed, on her back, legs wide, pussy already wet from all that build up, and you can choose if you want to push it in slow or just fuck her hard against the mattress while her tits shake and she claws at the sheets. Sometimes I swear her ass is stealing the whole game, the camera really loves that angle where she’s riding, ass bouncing up and down on Jake’s lap, each slap of skin making it look heavier, rounder, like you could grab it through the screen.

What caught me a bit off guard is how the sex and the crime stuff start to tangle together. One evening you’re having this sweet, almost romantic scene, handjob under a blanket while some movie plays, her whispering in his ear, just lazy strokes and soft moans, and the next choice suddenly throws you into a sketchy meeting with some shady guy who clearly knows way too much about Nika’s past. You go from “yeah suck that dick” to “wait, is someone going to get killed?” in like three clicks. Honestly I like that, even if sometimes the pacing feels drunk, like the story wants to be a thriller but then gets distracted by Nika bending over the sink with her tits hanging and her shorts sliding down, and you forget there was a serious plot at all. The romance parts are weirdly sweet too, they sleep tangled, they argue about small things, and then you’re fucking her from behind in the new apartment while boxes are still unpacked, pushing her face into a pillow, watching her back arch and her ass push back on every thrust. She moans your name, or sometimes just curses, and that mix of tenderness and “fuck me harder” sells the relationship better than any long dialogue. There is this tiny detail though, Jake holds his phone like a boomer and it annoys me every single time he pulls it out, but whatever, I still went back for one more scene with Nika on top, her big tits bouncing and sweat sliding between them while she rides him like the city outside doesn’t exist at all.

Incels Unleash Hell feels like someone grabbed a toxic Discord rant, poured cheap vodka on it, and then turned it into a horny apocalypse. The whole thing plays out like you’re trapped inside an angry internet thread that suddenly got a body, a dick, and way too much power. You’re basically steering this bitter, pent-up loser energy that’s not even trying to pretend it’s healthy. It’s cruel, it’s petty, it’s nasty, and somehow that’s exactly the point. The vibe is not “romantic corruption” or soft seduction. It’s “I hate the world and I’m going to fuck it in the ugliest way possible.” And yeah, the game leans hard into that. You got scenes where some stuck-up milf who looks like she’d normally block you on Telegram ends up on her knees, mascara running, taking cock while the camera refuses to look away. Faces twisted into full ahegao, drool and tears mixing, that ridiculous “fuck drunk” expression that would be silly if it wasn’t paired with such mean writing. One minute you’re shoving her into some humiliating public spot, next minute she’s being forced to show off her used holes like it’s a live show for ghosts of rejected DMs. It feels like an angry porn playlist curated by someone who listens to hardstyle at the wrong volume.

The power trips here are straight up filthy. You use blackmail like it’s a game controller, pushing women into situations they clearly don’t want but can’t back out from. There’s a weird thrill when a prissy office queen that clearly thought she was untouchable suddenly has her mouth full and her dignity gone, and the game zooms right into that humiliation. Sometimes the camera just lingers too long on her asshole getting worked, animated in that shiny, almost plastic way that 3dcg porn games love, and it kinda breaks the mood, but then you get this one frame where her eyes roll back, tongue out, and you’re like “ok yeah, that’s the shit.” Oral scenes feel extra nasty, like every forced blowjob is half punishment, half ceremony, with spit strings catching the light while she tries to breathe around a thick cock ramming her throat. The exhibition moments are just rude: clothes yanked away, body pushed out where anyone could see, her trying to cover herself while the protagonist basically treats her like a prop, forcing poses, spreading cheeks, talking to her like trash. It’s not subtle, it’s not kind, and it’s definitely not for anyone expecting softcore. If you’re gonna play it, throw on some rough techno or dark trap in the background, mute your conscience a bit, and let yourself fall into the chaos, because the game sure as hell isn’t interested in pulling you back out.