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.

Eddie and Rachel look like that normal anime couple you scroll past on Instagram reels and think, “yeah, they’re fine, next.” Then the game quietly takes that “fine” and just grinds it into horny dust while you sit there, phone in hand, feeling way too involved for someone who technically isn’t even in the story. It’s a kinetic visual novel, so no menu maze, no stat grinding, no “good husband route if you say the right thing” safety net. You’re basically trapped in the passenger seat watching this dude’s life spiral while his wife slowly slips out of his reach, text by text, pic by pic, call by call. There’s something really nasty and kind of addictive about how normal it all starts: money problems, job gone to hell, loans that look familiar if you ever opened your banking app and just stared at the numbers like they’re a joke. Eddie’s trying to keep his job, trying to make the boss happy, trying to handle his dick failing him from stress, and Rachel’s trying to help, trying to bring cash, trying to stay that supportive wife… until the “trying” turns into late replies, camera angles that are just a bit too flattering, and clothes that are “for interviews” but you can tell they’re chosen to impress very specific eyes that are not yours.

Most of the tension lives in the phone. If you ever sunk too much time into WhatsApp or Discord drama, this hits way too close. Notifications feel like traps. You read Eddie scrolling, you see Rachel’s messages, and the timing of everything is just cruel. There’s that familiar teasing flavor where she’s still sweet, still calling him “hun” or whatever, but a random selfie has a bra that wasn’t there before, or a skirt that rides a little higher, and the background has some dude’s office in it. You’re not told directly, “hey, this is corruption now.” It’s more like you’re stuck doomscrolling the slow-motion cheating arc of your own relationship, except here you’re safe and also rock hard, which is messed up but that’s the point. The voyeur angle is strong, too. You’re not in the room while she’s touching herself, but you see the proof after. You don’t watch Eddie’s boss eye-fuck his wife in real time, but the CGs and the way the chat logs line up give your brain enough to fill the blanks on its own. At some point she’s not just helping with bills anymore; she’s “helping” in ways that clearly have nothing to do with loan interest, and everything to do with how far she’ll let them push her, and how far you’re willing to keep watching her fall. The wild part is how the romance never fully disappears. There are moments where you can tell she still loves him, still cares, even while she’s sending off pictures she would never have shared before, masturbating with someone else on call, or letting another guy “help her relax” because Eddie’s too worn out and too soft. It’s filthy, it’s cruel, it’s sad in a way that sits right next to horny instead of killing it, and the game never pauses to ask if you’re okay with that. It just keeps moving, like a group chat you know you should mute, but you sit there, staring at the screen, waiting for the next message anyway.

Streamer Crush feels like someone turned that bad habit of lurking in horny Twitch chats into a full-time job where your cock gets a say in HR decisions. You’re not the hot one on camera, you’re the moderator hiding behind a goofy username, pretending to care about spam filters while you’re really thinking “how do I make this girl moan my name instead of thanking subs.” It starts pretty innocent: you sit in the chat, click away idiots, let the thirsty comments slide if they help the mood, juggle little minigames that pop up when the stream gets busy. You’re watching the view count go up, her smile change, the way she leans a bit closer to the camera when the vibe is right. That’s actually where it got me. Not the sex at first. The slow shit. The way one of the girls stops using “chat” and suddenly uses your mod name like it’s private, even if thousands are watching.

The game leans a lot into that fantasy that every lonely guy in a Pornhub comment section secretly has: “if I was her mod, she’d actually notice me.” You pick scenes, you choose which comments to boost, you try to keep trolls from ruining a stream while also letting some dirty stuff pass because you just want to see how far she goes. Sometimes you’re trying to keep her focused on the puzzle or whatever she’s “officially” streaming, sometimes you’re absolutely encouraging the chat to spam her with “try that toy again” so she reaches for that little vibrator you both know is off-screen. Then it’s not off-screen. The camera angle gets more personal, her tits fill half the view, there’s this one POV-style event where it feels like she moved the cam just for you and she’s sucking on a dildo like it’s your cock while reading the messages you chose. She chokes a bit, eyes watering, then gives that stupid ahegao face that would piss me off in anime, yet here it somehow makes my dick harder. I hate that. I also love that.

Where it gets interesting is how the “romance” quietly sneaks in between all the cumbrain stuff. You’re chasing better dates, better scenes, making choices that push one streamer closer while another one starts giving you colder replies, less heart emojis, more “thanks for the help, mod” like you’re just staff again. There’s this moment when one girl sends you a private pic that’s not even that explicit, just her on a couch in normal clothes, no bra, nipples kinda visible through the shirt, and it hits harder than the full-on creampie animations you unlock later. Maybe because in the public stream she’s all big tits and bouncing ass on camera, toys in her pussy, moaning loud for donations, bending over so you can see the wet line between her cheeks, and then in DMs she just types like a half-tired human: “did I do ok?” You know it’s a game. You still sit there, staring, overthinking which reply raises her relationship bar without sounding like a simp. Meanwhile, some tiny details will annoy the shit out of you for no reason, like the way one of the button sounds is just a bit too sharp or the same chat emote appears three times in a row and your brain latches onto that nonsense while she’s literally riding a dildo on screen. You’re juggling sex toys, ban hammers, puzzle bits and fake internet clout, and somewhere in there the game tricks you into feeling weirdly responsible for a fictional girl’s orgasm and her career at the same time. It’s messy, horny, a bit pathetic, a bit too real. Which is exactly why I kept clicking.

The first thing this game did was make me check my webcam, honey. Not because it needs it, but because I felt way too much like I was actually on some shady set with bad coffee, fake smiles, and one very real hard-on. You’re this dude who’s supposed to be “professional” during a nude photoshoot, and I laughed at that from the start. Professional where? On Pornhub comment section? You walk in like, “I’m here to work,” and five minutes later you’re mentally measuring how much fabric you can convince a model to take off without getting slapped. It’s all about these tiny choices, tiny moves, little puzzle bits where your brain and your dick are fighting for the same controller, and the dick is winning but pretending it’s about “art.” Sure, Jan.

What I liked way too much is how the game keeps throwing you situations where nothing technically happens and still you’re sweating. Like you’re adjusting a light, trying not to stare at this huge ass that looks like it has its own gravity, and the game is asking: do you move her pose, do you compliment her, do you pretend you saw nothing, do you “accidentally” brush your hand along her thigh. You know exactly what you’re doing, she knows exactly what you’re doing, and both of you are acting like this is all normal, just work, totally fine. One model is this older woman with that soft MILF confidence, the kind that looks right into your eyes while slowly unhooking her bra, and you get that little puzzle of how far you push. Tell her she looks gorgeous and she warms up, but push too horny too fast and she shuts you down. It’s like edging but for conversation. And also for tits. Enormous ones, by the way. Every time I thought “ok they’re done,” another pose had them spilling out more, nipples just about free, like they’re about to introduce themselves.

The teasing is brutal in a fun way. You’re not just clicking through scenes, you’re juggling ego, modesty, and “whoops, my hand slipped.” There’s this one moment where you have to decide whether to help a model out of her tight dress. You can stand there pretending to be polite, or you can grab the zipper and feel that curve under your fingers. The game absolutely knows you’re staring at her ass while it happens. Sometimes she lets you get away with a little groping disguised as “balance,” sometimes she moves just enough that your fingers press right into her. And there you are, trying to pick the right dialogue so you don’t lose the vibe. Some choices feel like a puzzle where the answer is “how horny can I be while still sounding like a professional photographer who maybe reads Reddit and not like a guy who jerks off to stock photos on Shutterstock.” The art leans hard into curves, big tits pushed together while she pretends she’s just checking the pose, a flash of areola here, a full-on strip there, sometimes she’s blushing, sometimes she’s like “oh, you like that view?” And I swear, one angle of her bending over a chair looked exactly like that meme “accidentally dropping something in front of the camera.” My only real complaint is one tiny UI thing that annoyed the hell out of me for no reason, and then I forgot what it was because I was too busy zooming in with my eyes like some pathetic thirsty bitch. But whatever. The game lives in that warm, sticky place between trust and “are we about to fuck on this backdrop or nah,” and honestly, that’s exactly where it should be.