Offcuts feels like that moment when you come back to your old town, think everything will be quiet, and suddenly your dick is running the whole schedule. You play this guy who returns home after a few years away, and instead of boring nostalgia you get thrown into a mix of horny reunions and way-too-young-looking uniforms that definitely weren’t cut to school regulations. The whole thing plays like a visual novel you’d sneak on your phone at work, pretending you’re checking Slack or Outlook while actually tapping through a blowjob scene behind a spreadsheet. There is this weird comfort in it: old streets, familiar places, and then your ex-classmate in a tight school uniform bending over a desk in the same classroom you probably failed math in. It hits that “home, but dirty” feeling, where every hallway and locker looks normal until somebody’s on their knees and the camera gets real close.

What sells it for me is how the story flips between romance and straight-up filth without asking permission. One moment you’re having a quiet talk on a bench with a girl you used to know, helping her deal with her own drama, and five minutes later she is swallowing your cock in the back of the gym like it is the most natural conversation option. The game lets you poke at relationships: some scenes feel soft and romantic, like “I actually like you,” and some are "face pressed to the blackboard while you push into her ass and she tries not to moan too loud because class is next door." The anal stuff is not an optional side garnish either, it shows up in places that feel almost too casual. There is this one scene where you are supposed to be helping with school festival prep and it somehow turns into anal on a pile of decorations and I still don’t understand how the route logic got there, but I was not complaining. Well, I did complain about the text box being a bit too small on Chrome Mobile and I kept misclicking the skip button, and now I will stay annoyed about that forever, apparently. The 3D-style visuals give bodies a lot of weight and curve, especially in those bent-over angles, and uniforms stretch in that delicious “this is absolutely against dress code” way. Sometimes the romance goes a bit cheesy and sometimes the dialogue feels like the writer opened Twitter and got distracted, yet that also makes it feel more like a messy real guy stumbling through old crushes, jealous punks who might break his legs, and classmates who look innocent until they close the door behind you and drop to their knees. It is not subtle, it is not trying to be art, but when you are on Android in incognito tab on Chrome, tapping through a girl in a school skirt sucking you off in the old music room while you pretend to check WhatsApp, subtle is not what you came for anyway.