Right, so the dildo. It's not just big, it's like someone ripped a traffic cone out of the ground and painted it flesh tone. The first time you click it and she just... takes it, her eyes go all glassy, I actually laughed out loud. Not in a mean way, more like a holy shit the physics engine gave up kind of way. The game is basically a series of blinking objects you click to advance, standard stuff, but the writing is what gets you. It's this weird mix of google translate and someone who definitely knows their way around a spreader bar. The secretary, she's got that default 3D blonde look, hair clipping through her shoulders if you look too close, but the way her expression shifts from bored to broken is... something.

The BDSM tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting. You're not just spanking her, you're systematically dismantling her professional life one anal hook at a time. There's a moment where you're fitting her with a posture collar and the text box just says "Now she understand." No 's'. Just that. And honestly? It's more effective than half the visual novels I've played that try to be poetic about submission. The sound design is non-existent, just my own breathing and the click of the mouse, which somehow makes the whole thing more intense. Like I'm doing something I shouldn't be, which I guess is the point.

I wish there was more to do with the actual secretary part of her character. You hire her, there's a desk, a computer with a screensaver that looks like it's from Windows 95, and then immediately it's just holes and humiliation. No slow burn of making her fetch coffee wrong on purpose. Just straight to the huge dildo. The anal scenes are particularly unpolished, the stretching looks more like a glitch than a feature, but that jankiness has its own charm. It's not trying to be pretty. It's trying to be a very specific, very blunt delivery system for a power fantasy, and on that front, the blinking objects do their job. My top moment to screenshot? Definitely the close-up on her face when the blowjob training starts, right as the drool string connects to the floor. Pure art.