Memory comes back to you like a drunk kiss in a dark alley: rough, confusing, kind of hot, kind of scary. You wake up in this ugly-beautiful world that smells of steel, sweat and wet soil, and the first thing you see is her. Big soft tits leaning over you, hair falling like a curtain, lips moving, voice low, asking your name while you’re still staring down her cleavage instead of answering. The game doesn’t rush, it just lets you sit there in that POV angle, eyes level with her neckline, while she talks about war and kingdoms and you’re thinking about everything except politics. It feels dirty in a slow way, like fingers sliding under a shirt when no one is in a hurry. Then suddenly you’re walking through a camp where men scream and banners burn, and the same woman acts like nothing happened, like she didn’t just wake you by practically smothering you with her chest. That little emotional whiplash is half of the charm here. Or half of the problem. Hard to say.

What surprised me is how often your dick has to wait while your brain does some work. You click around in this point and click wandering, poking at tents, broken carts, blood stains, talking to people who all want something. Then the game throws you into turn based combat out of nowhere, and for a moment you almost forget there is sex at all, until after you win and she thanks you with her mouth in a quiet corner, on her knees, your view locked right in POV as her lips stretch around you. There’s this scene where you finish a dungeon, half dead, armor cracked, and the other love interest, colder, sharper, with that perfect body that looks like it was made to be pressed against a stone wall, just grabs you by the collar and drags you into a ruined chapel. She talks about strategies and sides in the war while stroking you lazily with her hand, like it’s nothing, like you’re just another weapon she oils before a battle. I hated how sometimes the teasing goes on too long, how the game lets you wander three screens clicking empty barrels instead of pushing you back into her arms, but then that slow pace makes it hotter when it finally breaks and she drops to all fours, back arched, tits swinging while you pound her from behind as if the whole world outside is burning. Which it kind of is, with all that graphic violence splattered around, heads split, bodies on spikes, and then suddenly you’re in a tent with soft candlelight, her lips shiny with spit and your cum, talking about who you should support in this stupid war like it’s pillow talk.

I liked that the male protagonist is not some mute wall of muscles, he throws small comments, gets confused, sometimes sounds like a horny idiot who pretends he cares more about honor than about getting his dick sucked, and that feels very real. I had this one moment where I chose to help some poor bastard on the roadside, and it turned into a bloody mess, cut throats, dark magic, and afterward one of the girls looked at me like I was her personal hero, slid under my cloak and started slow oral right there behind a broken wagon, while the sky glowed red from burning villages. It aroused me and also annoyed me because the controls in that scene felt fiddly, like the cursor just refused to land where I wanted, and I kept thinking about that instead of focusing on the way her tongue moved. But then she looked up with cum on her lips and laughed, and I forgot my little complaints for a while. The world feels heavy, any step might drag you into another fight, another dungeon, another choice about who lives, who dies, who gets to ride your cock in a dirty cave with echoes of moans mixing with screams from somewhere far away. It all tastes like metal and sex, like sweat on bare skin under armor, like being torn between going home or staying just one more night in this cursed place because you want to see her on top again, tits bouncing in rhythm with the turn based beating of your enemies outside the tent. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Guy wakes up from a nasty bike crash, his girl is dead, his body is somehow fine, his head is a mess. He thinks: new city, new university, new life, forget everything. Of course it goes to shit immediately. You’re walking into this school full of tight uniforms and way too short skirts, trying to act normal, and the game keeps reminding you that you shouldn’t even be alive. You’re this mix of horny and broken, which is honestly relatable after a long workday when your brain is mush but your dick still loads Chrome by muscle memory. One moment you’re in class pretending to take notes, next moment you’re staring at the teacher’s blouse and the little gap between buttons, then some creepy flicker in the corner of the screen like reality just hiccuped. It plays with that switch a lot: you’re laughing at a dumb joke, then suddenly you remember your dead girlfriend’s voice and the whole scene turns weirdly cold.

The sex stuff hits slow at first. Lots of teasing, legs crossing, girls leaning way too close, that kind of cocky flirting where you’re not sure if they’re into you or just bored. The milf professor who “cares about your trauma” but sits on the desk so you can see the shape of her ass in that tight skirt. A classmate who sends you a “homework question” pic that absolutely is not safe for study group. There’s a scene where you’re stuck in a stairwell during a fire drill, watching a girl change her shirt through this tiny glass window, and you can back out like a decent human or keep watching while she slips off her bra and you see those huge tits bounce, and the game actually reacts to that choice later. Handjob behind the gym after practice, messy blowjob in a parked car while some weird shadow moves in the background like something else is watching both of you. That part hit hard, because you’re trying to focus on her tongue and the little spit strings and instead your brain is like “hey remember your dead girl, remember her throat taking you, remember the blood”. It’s horny and fucked up at the same time and the game doesn’t try to clean it.

The best part and also the most annoying is how often it lets you be an asshole or a softie and both feel wrong. You flirt with this shy girl who clearly has a crush, she’s clumsy, big ass in those tight jeans, and you can push her into stripping for you in some empty classroom. It’s hot, she’s blushing, slowly pulling her panties to her knees, you can see a bit of her wetness catching the light, and your guy still flashes to his ex lying broken on the road. Romantic route tries to happen, but the world keeps glitching, you keep seeing that accident, and sometimes the game hits you with graphic stuff out of nowhere, like a quick shot of torn skin or crushed helmet, just long enough to kill your boner for a second. Talking to the milf in her office about “moving on” turns into her on her knees, stroking you slow, asking if you’re thinking of her or the girl who died, and you almost want to close the tab, but of course you don’t. I wish the pacing wasn’t so jumpy sometimes, like it goes from goofy meme humor in group chat to “oh look, maybe something supernatural wants you dead” in two clicks, but then I’m sitting on public transport with one earbud half in, pretending to read emails, watching a fully animated sex scene where you pin a girl against a dorm wall and fuck her raw while her phone flashlight keeps turning on and off. And in the reflection of the window behind you, there’s something standing there, just looking. You finish anyway.

Anna looks like that person you see in the subway who already gave up on the day before 9 in the morning. Gray office, gray boss, gray everything, with the one bright spot being Lucy spamming her phone with stupid memes and soft kisses through text. That feeling when your life is dying slowly but your girl sends you a selfie in elf ears and a tiny bikini and suddenly your whole body goes “oh”. That’s where this game lives, in that dirty little spark between “I love her” and “I kinda want to ruin this”.

Stuff escalates fast once Lucy sends those cosplay photos. They aren’t just cute. They’re horny as hell, and not just because her chest is almost falling out of the costume. There’s this guy, Sig123, always right there in frame, just off to the side, a hand on her hip, a shadow leaning in, and the game keeps shoving his presence in your face without shouting it. One shot has his fingers holding the zipper on her back, another is his lap visible under her as she sits “for the pose”. You’re Anna, looking through Lucy’s gallery, pretending it’s fine, scrolling, zooming in on small details like lipstick slightly smudged or her eyes not looking at the camera, and your brain just starts writing its own porn fanfic you never asked for. Suddenly you’re jerking off to the idea of your own girlfriend being shared, and you hate it, and you also click “next” again.

What I liked is that it doesn’t treat cheating like a simple switch. It starts with these harmless POV fantasies, like you jerk off in the office bathroom imagining Lucy on her knees in that cosplay, but the angle is wrong, and then you realize in your head it’s not you she’s looking up at. That little snap in your stomach? The game leans on that. One moment you’re watching a soft lesbian scene between Anna and Lucy, lazy morning tongues and bed hair, and the next you’re rewatching a clip of Lucy “just rehearsing” a group photoshoot concept and suddenly there are extra hands and extra mouths and you can’t tell if it’s real footage or something Anna is imagining over the top of it. It blurs porn and memory. Or maybe I was just horny and overthinking, but it felt like that.

There’s a nice little cruelty in how often it sticks you in first person while everyone else ignores your feelings. You get POV scenes that should feel loving, Lucy riding you slow, ahegao face way too much for a couple that’s “just having a normal night”, and instead of feeling romantic it starts to look like she’s practicing for someone else. Later, when the group sex stuff hits, you kinda recognize moves she did with you, and that stings in a hot way. At one point, there is this cosplay orgy sequence where Anna is half participating, half watching Lucy get passed around, and it plays it almost casual: a tongue between her legs here, someone gripping Lucy’s hair there, your girlfriend moaning another person’s name, and the camera just lingers like it’s your eyes trying not to blink. The lesbian bits are not some side fetish either, they’re the emotional knife. Two women who clearly care about each other, then one of them slowly getting addicted to attention, to cameras, to being used like a prop while the other discovers she likes the idea of her girl as a public toy way too much. It’s messy, horny, a little mean, sometimes too exaggerated with the faces, but in that way where you roll your eyes and still keep clicking because you want to see just how far Lucy will go before Anna snaps, or worse, before Anna starts directing the whole fucked up show herself.

The first thing I thought after a few minutes was - why does it feel like a fever dream made by someone who got lost between a lab manual and a wet dream? The tone is weirdly confident, like the game knows it’s absurd and just leans into it. One moment you’re staring at a microscope screen, the next a pair of soft giggles echo in your ear and you forget there’s supposed to be *science* involved. The twins - god, they’re both trouble in different flavors. The older one pretends she’s got morals, the younger one pretends nothing at all matters. They circle you like cats, teasing until you can’t tell who’s leading anymore. It’s the kind of harem setup that should feel predictable, but doesn’t, because everyone acts like they’ve read too many philosophy posts on Twitter and now weaponize flirting as research.

There’s this one scene - animated in that slow, almost-too-smooth way - where she’s trying to keep a serious conversation while her hand is very much *not* serious, and you can feel the POV shake like the dev forgot to stabilize it. It’s oddly intimate, messy even, which I liked more than I expected. The humor sneaks in during those in-between breaths; the hero mutters something about “empirical data” right before a creampie moment, and it’s so dumb it becomes sexy again. Sometimes the pacing flatlines, like the game just needed a cigarette break. Other times it spikes into this blurry intensity that makes you forget your phone is heating up in your hand. I still don’t get the romance angle though - it’s half sincere, half ironic, like everyone’s pretending not to be lonely while naked.

I keep thinking how the visuals give everyone that soft plastic shine, but I don’t even care after a while. The dialogue is clumsy and weirdly poetic, like it was translated by someone half-drunk on dopamine. There’s a virgin subplot I wanted to hate, but then it turns awkward and human and suddenly I did care. I started imagining sketching the twins, one smirking, one looking away, both glowing under fake lab light. Maybe that’s the spell - it’s trashy and stupid and kind of brilliant.