This thing feels like somebody’s horny daydream escaped from a notebook and learned to talk. It calls itself a prequel, proof of concept, whatever, but what it really is, for me at least, is a slow sticky tease wrapped around a male protagonist who keeps stumbling into moments he absolutely is not ready for, emotionally or sexually, but his cock didn’t get that memo. You’re pushed along like a leaf in warm current, no choices, just kinetic flow, and weirdly that fits. It has that vibe of watching a long porn clip where you don’t get to skip around. You sit in it. You marinate. One minute it is soft romance, all shy glances and almost-touches, the next there is a girl on her knees with your dick in her mouth, and you’re wondering when exactly the line got crossed. The rhythm is clumsy sometimes, scenes cut a bit blunt, like someone using kitchen knife instead of scalpel, but that roughness kind of turns me on. It feels less like corporate sex toy and more like two people awkwardly figuring out where to put their hands.

The core fantasy spins around bonds, yeah, but not in that Hallmark way. More like: she knows the way you breathe when you are about to cum, and you know exactly how far she will go in public before shame hits her cheeks like blush. The lesbian tension floats on top of all that, not just “girls kissing for male gaze” but that quiet look two women share when they realise they want each other longer than one night. You watch one scene where she is touching herself, alone, just her fingers sliding slow between her thighs, and for a moment it is not about you at all. You are just the ghost in the room, peeking while she rubs her clit and bites her lip because she’s thinking of another woman, not your dumb male protagonist. That hit me harder than any blowjob here. Though to be fair, the handjob in the bathroom, when she wraps her fingers around you and strokes in quick little jerks while both of you are trying not to moan too loud, that one stuck in my brain too. It is erotic, yes, but also messy, a bit too fast, like the dev’s mouse hand got ahead of the writing sometimes. I hated the tiny text on my phone screen when testing it in Chrome and I will complain about this forever, but anyway, there is this one oral scene on a couch, late in the story, where she looks up with spit shining on her lips and that single frame is basically the whole promise of Eternal Bonds for me: wet, intimate, not quite polished, like a kiss that misses the center of the mouth and lands on the corner instead, imperfect but so human it makes your chest ache.