This one feels like scrolling your phone after a breakup, half naked in bed, then suddenly falling into someone else’s messy life and going, “oh shit, that’s me.” You’re this college guy who used to just rot in his room, drowning in cheap snacks and porn tabs, pretending that ghosting your ex and muting half your contacts counts as “healing.” Then basketball drags you back into the light. Not as some heroic sports anime star, more like the dude wheezing on the court, staring at a girl’s bouncing tits in a sports bra and losing the ball because your dick thinks faster than your brain. The game leans into that awkward, horny, slightly cringe vibe. You’re not a smooth sex god at the start. You’re a rebound. For your own life, and sometimes literally for some of these girls who also use you to forget their shit.

The way it mixes horny and emotional is weirdly hot. One moment you’re in a quiet dorm room, just you and this girl with a huge ass squeezed into tight leggings, music low in the background, her hair messy in that “I didn’t plan to get fucked tonight” way. She laughs at something stupid you say, leans in, her tits softly pressing into your arm, and the whole world shrinks to the sound of her breath in your ear. Then the next scene you’re on the court, sneakers squeaking, crowd noise like a fuzzy roar, and you’re staring at the cheerleader with big boobs bouncing in slow motion while you miss a free throw you absolutely should have nailed. The writing loves to drag you back and forth like that. Loving the chaos and then pretending you’re better than it. The harem stuff sneaks up on you too. You start with just trying to talk to one girl without sounding like a Reddit post, and before you know it you’ve got a horny goth chick teasing you, a sweet sporty girl who moans your name when you pin her to the shower tiles, and some bratty college princess who pretends she hates you even while she’s grinding on your lap in a dark party corner. Choices matter, but not in that stiff “good route / bad route” way. More like: do you jerk off alone and text someone after, or do you swallow your fear, go to that date you almost cancel, and end up with her hand sliding under the table, stroking your hard cock while you try not to knock over your drink.

What really sticks is how slow some scenes let things build. There’s this moment where you’re just sitting on a bed with a girl, legs touching. She talks about some stupid fight with her ex. Nothing epic. The lights are low, some indie song plays on her laptop, just a soft background, and you’re watching the way her big breasts move under her loose shirt as she breathes. You feel like a piece of shit for checking her cleavage while she opens up, but the game knows you’re doing it and kind of laughs with you. When she finally climbs into your lap, straddling you, kissing you with this mix of need and hesitation, it feels earned. Like you really crawled out of your slump for this. Then other times it just goes full hentai brain, like “hey, you won the game, here’s a girl with ridiculous big tits riding you until the bed squeaks, moaning so loud you’re sure the whole dorm hears.” And both vibes work. It’s romantic one second, absolutely filthy the next. You masturbate, you fail, you get humiliated and turned on by the wrong things, you pick dumb options just to see what happens, maybe you score big, maybe you crash and burn. It never pretends you’re some perfect hero. You’re just a horny college idiot trying to turn one little rebound into a life where you fuck up less and fuck a lot more.

Street rat futa on the run, broke as hell, hard as hell, and way too horny to think straight. That’s the vibe here. You drop into this city where nobody knows your name, you just escaped your old gang, and instead of some heroic “fresh start” bullshit, your girl basically goes: “Fine. If they want war, I’ll get strong, get rich, and fuck my way to the top.” It feels less like a noble quest and more like someone grinding Tinder, FetLife and OnlyFans at the same time, except every match is a potential soldier in your little horny empire.

What hooked me fast is how the MC’s dick is not just a fun bonus, it’s the main tool of corruption. She’s this futa boss-in-progress, and every girl you meet is either future ally, future fucktoy, or both, depending on how you play her. You’re walking around town, meeting these different types of women, and you keep getting that choice in your head: “Do I just use her for the plan, or do I break her in until she can’t stop thinking about my cock?” You can go soft and kinda wholesome for a while, being “supportive” and “nice”, but the game is at its best when you drop the mask and start twisting them. There’s this one tomboy, for example, all confident, all cool, acting like she’s above this pervy shit. Then you get her alone, push just a bit too far, and suddenly she’s bent over, making that stupid ahegao face, tongue out, drool, eyes rolled, begging you not to stop even while she pretends she hates it. I laughed. Then I replayed it. Twice.

The Ren’Py structure is pretty classic, but they toss in just enough small choices that you start thinking like some corruption-obsessed Telegram dom. Do you praise her for helping you? Do you “reward” her with a creampie she definitely wasn’t ready for? Do you pretend to care about her dreams so she’ll let you cum on her face later? It has that slow poison feeling. At first it’s just a favor, a small push, a dirty joke. Then a blowjob “just this once”. Then she’s cheating on her girl with you, moaning your name, asking where you want to finish while you pound her like you’re trying to nail her to the mattress. The story keeps telling you there’s this big revenge goal, old crew, payback, all that, but honestly I kept forgetting about the enemies because I was too busy seeing how far I could drag each girl down the rabbit hole. And yeah, some scenes feel a bit clunky, some lines feel like Google Translate had a stroke, and one menu color annoyed the shit out of me and I still keep thinking about it for no reason, but when the MC whips it out and a “good girl” collapses into a moaning mess, those tiny issues just dissolve into the pillow along with everything else.

Playing Doomation feels like someone took a Marvel comic and decided "fuck it, let's make Doctor Doom get his ass kicked and then team up with a horny witch." The whole setup is wonderfully ridiculous - our metal-masked villain goes from world-conquering badass to basically starting over from scratch, which honestly makes for better character development than most AAA games manage. When Ratri shows up with her ancient Dominium powers, the dynamic shifts into this weird power struggle where you're never quite sure who's really in charge.

The comic book aesthetic works surprisingly well for what's essentially interactive porn with a revenge plot. Each scene transitions with these panel-style cuts that make you feel like you're flipping through some underground comic your older brother would've hidden under his mattress. The domination themes play out through both the story beats and the explicit content, though sometimes the power dynamics get confusing when Doom's supposed to be the master manipulator but keeps getting outmaneuvered. The witch character has this whole seductive-but-dangerous thing going on that actually feels genuine rather than just "sexy lady in revealing outfit." Her magic corruption scenes are where the game really shines - there's this gradual transformation element that builds tension better than just jumping straight to the hardcore stuff.

What caught me off guard was how much the narrative choices actually matter. You're constantly deciding whether to lean into Doom's tactical approach or let Ratri's more chaotic magic take the lead, and these decisions genuinely affect how the sexy scenes play out. The revenge plot gives everything a darker edge that elevates it beyond typical fantasy smut. Sure, the dialogue can get a bit campy, but that's probably intentional given the comic book inspiration. The partnership between these two megalomaniacs creates this twisted chemistry where their shared hunger for domination becomes both the driving plot force and the sexual tension that fuels the steamier moments.

Lena’s voice keeps ringing in my head even after I closed the tab - like an echo that’s not really hers, but mine. She’s drawn to disaster, that much is clear. I kept thinking she’d make a “good” choice, but the game doesn’t reward good. It teases it, then smothers it under sweat and half-whispered apologies. That scene in the cheap motel room (yeah, the one with the red sheets that keep sliding down her thighs) hit weirdly hard. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. Ian’s dialogue there, when he asks if she *feels anything at all* - it’s not written like porn, it’s more like he’s daring her to stop pretending. And then you realize the game’s been daring *you* the same way for the last hour.

There’s a rhythm to the choices, like breathing too fast and then stopping. One moment you’re talking about dreams and gigs and paying rent; next, you’ve got Lena on her knees, warm breath fogging up the screen. The blowjob animation isn’t even the point - it’s how she looks up after, like she’s trying to find meaning in it. I swear that little pause before she wipes her mouth says more about her than any of the branching dialogue trees. But still, there’s something sloppy about the transitions - like it’s all too aware of what it’s supposed to turn you on with. I got annoyed once because the text box covered her chest at the exact wrong time. Then I forgot I was annoyed when she bit her lip and said his name wrong on purpose. Some games talk about corruption; this one feels sticky with it, uncomfortable in a way that makes you stay longer than planned.

By the time the threesome scene rolled around - Lena, the redhead, and Ian with that smug smirk - I’d stopped trying to make moral choices. You just click and watch the mess unfold. It’s romantic and ugly and kind of beautiful in its own broken rhythm. Like you shouldn’t be watching, but you keep doing it anyway because there’s something too human about all that skin and guilt tangled together.