It’s weird how this game starts like it wants to be romantic, and then ten minutes later it’s already elbow-deep in pure dirty chaos. One minute Violet’s giving you that look like she’s pretending to be shy, the next she’s dragging you somewhere private and asking if you’ll “watch her with someone else.” I swear it caught me off guard even though the tags should’ve warned me. There’s a sense the dev probably reads too much late-night fanfic because somehow Rangiku shows up, then Tsunade, and none of it makes any sense story-wise but it *works*, in that guilty way where your brain says “nah” but your hand’s already on the mouse. The animation’s smoother than expected - especially that ridiculous scene with Fubuki teasing you through a half-open door, talking about her “training schedule” like that explains anything.

Anyway, what actually surprised me was how human some of the writing feels when it stops trying to sound like porn dialogue. Like there’s this one quiet bit after the whole netorase mess where Eric just sits, pissed off and turned on at the same time. It’s clumsy, messy, hot - exactly how that sort of fantasy should feel. But then it immediately ruins the mood by throwing in a crossover cameo from Makima, who literally does not care about continuity and just starts talking about control mid-blowjob. Still, that kind of randomness is what makes it addictive; you never know if the next click is gonna bring soft moaning or someone getting their ego destroyed. Kinda like browsing old adult forums again - half cringe, half fascination.

Oh, and whoever coded the exhibitionism scenes deserves a medal. The one with Violet teasing you in public while pretending to check her phone, yeah - that’s burned into my brain. There’s something slightly broken about the transitions, though I almost prefer it that way; it makes it feel less scripted, more like stumbling into something you shouldn’t see. I keep telling myself I’m done with it, then remember there’s still that hidden route with Tatsumaki and bam - back again, no shame left to lose.

City looks normal for like five seconds, then you zoom in and it is all fucked. Cops take bribes like it is a sport, dealers run the corners, and this girl is just trying to drag her ass to school, keep her grades barely alive, and make sure her little brother has dinner that is not just bread and cheap cheese. She is not some shy anime cloud, she walks with that “I will kick your balls through your spine” energy, but you can see she is tired. Not soft, just worn down. Then on one shit morning she cuts through the wrong alley, headphones half in, school bag sliding down her shoulder, and hears Jack’s voice. Jack, the kind of rich bastard whose sneakers cost more than her rent. She stumbles into a conversation about product, routes, and who needs to be “taken care of” and you just know this isn’t going to end with a polite apology and everybody going home.

He sends a goon to shut her up and the game just goes “nah”. You get control, and instead of the cliché crying and begging, she plants her foot in his ribs, slams him against the wall, and you can practically feel his air leave his lungs. It is messy, almost clumsy, but that is why it hits. She knows a bit of self-defense, enough to turn a street grab into a full-on humiliation. Then Jack shows up, amused, angry, curious, all at the same time. From there, things spiral. The city becomes this playground of dirty deals and filthy favors where every scene can tilt between “I’m in control” and “oh shit, I really am not”. She goes to school, sits in a boring lesson, teacher droning, and your mind is still stuck on the way Jack’s hand closed around her throat in that warehouse corridor, pinning her to the cold wall while he whispered that she just became his favorite problem. The game likes to stall like that: normal environment, horny brain.

She starts taking shady jobs because money is a joke. Cleaning some thug’s office after hours while security cameras watch her bend over. Helping out at a club where the dress code is “short skirt, no pride”. You get these stripping scenes that start as “earn quick cash” and turn into a grind of groping hands, bills shoved between her thighs, her trying to keep it together while some loser in the front row records everything on his phone. You click through options that feel wrong in a good way. Do you let the boss smack her ass in front of everyone for a bonus or keep that last little piece of dignity and go home broke. The virgin angle is not just a tag they slapped on; the first time she is alone in her cramped bathroom, fingers shaking, replaying Jack’s threats and the way her own body betrayed her, it feels awkward and messy. She locks the door, leans over the sink, touches herself like she is angry at the idea of wanting any of this, breathing hard so her family does not hear through the thin walls. And the blackmail hits later, when those “side jobs” get turned into leverage. Screenshots. Video files. “You like being the tough girl? Then strip for the camera and prove it.” There is some light bdsm stuff baked into it, but it is always wrapped in that city grime, not clean and shiny. Rope that leaves marks, hands that grip too tight, orders hissed into her ear while textbook pages still open on her desk. And there is this one tiny thing that annoyed me: her school shoes look slightly different between scenes and it keeps bugging my brain every time she walks into class after spending the night getting pushed against a car hood in an alley where the streetlight flickers like a dying eye. I keep waiting for the game to explain it. It never does.

Guy wakes up in a place that absolutely hates the concept of “male on top” and it kind of rules and sucks at the same time. Lithzena is like someone took every “what if women ran literally everything and guys were just cute toys” fantasy, mixed it with monster girls, then forgot to put in a safety switch. You’re not a hero here, you’re loot. People argue if it’s an isekai or just a very horny kidnapping. You make your guy, pick how pathetic or cocky he looks, and then the world just starts grinding you down in this slow, teasing way that feels half humiliation, half cuddling with a predator that purrs while it bites. One minute a towering orc woman is calling you “brave little warrior” while clamping a collar on your neck, next minute a classy mage girl is making you kneel so she can use your face like furniture while she reads a spellbook. Everybody smiles too much when they talk about “training”. That part actually reminded me of scrolling through TikTok too long and ending on that weird femdom side where all the comments are “this is not awakening anything I swear” and you know they’re lying.

It looks like a typical RPGM thing at first, walk around, talk, check chests, try not to aggro the wrong tall amazon with claws, but almost every route keeps circling back into some kink-flavored trap. There’s this heel-on-neck vibe running through everything. Even when they’re nice to you, you’re still the pet. The foot stuff is front and center early on: Renee’s scene is this slow, teasing footjob that starts like she’s just nudging you around, using her toes to tilt your chin, then she pins you with one foot on your chest and strokes you with the other like it's the most boring thing she did today. She talks down to you the whole time, like you’re a toy she might return to the shop if you squeak wrong. The animation is simple but her little toe movements and how your character twitches when she squeezes a bit harder, that sells it more than any big flashy effect. Then Felicia shows up with her handjob event and it’s a different kind of cruel, more “cute girl who pretends she’s being gentle while squeezing just a bit too tight, like testing a fruit at the supermarket”. There is this one moment where she starts jerking you off while still having a conversation with someone else in the room, barely looking at you, and that hit way harder than the actual climax.

What made it stick in my head is how the world treats male suffering as background noise. You’re walking through a fancy town square, statues of warrior queens and monster ladies, and somewhere in the corner a guy is leashed to a post, being used as a footrest while two lamia girls gossip about politics. Nobody cares. You can poke around and try to be “strong” but the story keeps shoving you into erotic traps where your choices are more like “do you want to be ruined lovingly or efficiently”. Sometimes it gets a bit too talky, like the dev forgot we came here to get stepped on, not listen to long lore dumps about gynarchy councils, but then you get pulled into another scene where someone wipes their sweaty sole on your chest and the brain goes quiet again. It’s messy, not finished, a bit clunky to move around, and the mini-game parts feel like they escaped from a different hentai game that smoked too much weed, but the core vibe of “fantasy world where you’re prey and the predators are hot, smug, and enjoy using you as a toy” sticks pretty hard. Also, the way the women laugh when you beg? That’s the part that stays in your head when you close the browser.

High School Days throws you straight into that horny teen chaos where everything feels like a bad decision and the right one at the same time. You’re this transfer student stuck at grandma’s place while your parents try to not kill each other, and instead of acting like a responsible kid, you basically start a city-wide harem project by accident. The tone is funny and kinda stupid in a good way, like those old Newgrounds games you played hiding the browser tab at school, except here every girl has an actual mini story and not just “click here for boobs”. One moment you’re helping some shy quiet girl with her homework, next moment she’s under the table giving you a sloppy blowjob while the teacher is two meters away. The cousin thing is wild too: she starts off acting like she barely remembers you, then she shows up in this tight top with insane tits and you’re like “ah yeah we’re definitely not doing family-friendly here”. There’s a scene where she teases you on the couch, her bare feet sliding up your leg, and by the time she has her toes around your dick, the game makes you click through every little movement, which sounds annoying but somehow it made me way more into the scene than I expected.

Stuff escalates fast once you figure out how the date sim loops work. You move around town, bump into girls, grind affection, grind stats, grind… everything. Some of the routes lean more sweet romance, losing virginity with candles and soft moans and all that, but others are straight-up degenerate and the game doesn’t pretend otherwise. There’s a “good girl” who looks like the perfect waifu and then her route flips into full-on femdom where she has you naked, kneeling, licking her asshole while she calls you her “study pet”. And because of the animated scenes, you actually see her sit on your face, her hips rolling, your tongue getting used like a toy. The rimjob, footjob, blowjob, vaginal, anal, squirt, all that is not just “text says it happens”. You watch the hips bounce, the cock twitch, the cum spray, in a simple comic style that somehow hits harder than more realistic stuff. I swear there’s this one threesome in the locker room, where you’re banging one girl from behind while the other sits on your face, and the loop of her tits jiggling is like, accidentally hypnotic. I stayed on that scene way longer than any normal human should. The funny thing is, the game tries to act like there’s some deep emotional drama, family crisis, “coming of age” stuff, but five minutes later you’re peeking through a window watching a milf ride a tied-up slave boy and you’re mostly thinking about how to trigger that route for yourself. It’s messy, horny, kind of trashy, and yeah, the pacing jumps around like a broken Spotify shuffle, but when a blackmail scene hits and the girl is forced to jerk you off while glaring and calling you a bastard, you completely forget you were supposed to care about exams or feelings or whatever.