The sky in 2059 is this ugly, sick orange, like somebody pissed on the sunset and never cleaned it. You play a guy who basically grew up in that shit, no nostalgia for the old world, no “remember when we had internet” crying. Just concrete bones of cities, blown-out highways, and horny, desperate survivors who learned pretty fast that a hard cock and a sharp weapon can both save your life, just in different ways. The whole thing is built around trying not to die while everyone around you is trying not to wear clothes. You wander through ruined malls that look like war museums, find half-melted billboards with smiling people from before, and then two minutes later you’re in a scav camp where some big-titted raider queen is laughing while she makes a guy strip naked in front of everyone because he lost a bet. She tells you to choose if you wanna join in humiliating him, help him, or just watch and jerk off behind a broken vending machine. And the fucked up part is that all three options feel valid.

What sells the game for me is how it mixes “oh shit I could die” with “oh shit I’m hard” in the same scene. Like you’ll be low on food, trading bullets for a place to sleep in an underground bunker, and the guy in charge says the only open bed is already taken by his sister. You expect some cliché, but she’s the one who looks you up and down, this tall woman with thighs like she squats cars, and asks if you have any “special talents.” You can brag about your combat skills, or you can say something like “I’m good with my hands.” That tiny choice flips everything. In one route she tests you in a training room soaked with blood and sweat, in another she just grabs your belt, shoves you against the wall, and makes you prove it with her tits bouncing in your face while her brother “guards the door” and politely pretends he doesn’t hear her moaning loud enough to wake the dead. It’s gross. It’s hot. It’s weirdly funny. And somehow you still care if your character survives the night and doesn’t bleed out later in some sewer tunnel full of feral mutants.

There’s this scene that stuck with me where you’re escorting a small group through a ruined overpass. Wind howling, chunks of car skeletons everywhere, that feeling that someone is watching. You can choose to sneak slow and careful, or move fast and loud to scare off scavengers. I picked fast, like an idiot. Snipers open fire, one of your companions gets her leg shot and you have to drag her into cover. She’s this smug, curvy trader who kept flirting with you earlier, joking she’d “pay in kind” if you helped her find a safe town. When the bullets stop and it’s just the sound of her breathing hard, she asks you to cut her pants open to check the wound. You kneel between her spread legs, knife in hand, and instead of panicking she starts teasing you, saying “You’re blushing more than I’m bleeding.” You get this choice: focus on first aid like a good little boy, or let the tension flip into something filthy right there behind a burned-out truck. If you go lewd, you’re literally eating her out while she winces and laughs, leg wrapped in a bloody bandage, telling you to go faster before someone spots you. It shouldn’t be sexy. It absolutely is. And somehow that moment changes how she talks to you later when you run out of supplies and she offers to “share body heat” in a cold storage room that’s definitely not cold anymore by the time you’re done. The game keeps doing that. Serious survival, then stupid horny, then a joke about pre-war porn nobody gets anymore, then someone’s brains explode on a wall. It’s messy, and that’s exactly why it works.

Conrad starts as this kinda average guy who just wants to sell clothes and maybe touch some tits in peace, and the game immediately laughs at that idea. It throws him into this weird mix of family drama, horny tension and lowkey spooky shit hiding behind cute outfits. You play from his head, and it is a mess in there in a good way. One moment he is talking about fabrics and color palettes for the new store logo, next moment he is staring at his sister’s ass while she leans over the counter and he tries to pretend he cares about invoices. The game really leans on that “I should not want this, but I really, really do” incest vibe. She walks around the house in tiny tops, there is this one scene where she asks him to help measure her waist for some new stock and the tape just “accidentally” slides under her boobs. As a SFX addict, I went straight to listen for the tiny details and the way they put this little fabric rustle when her shirt lifts and that soft wet swallow when he tries to calm himself, that stuff is way more erotic than half of the moans later.

The possession angle is what makes it feel less like just another “hey sis, suck me” mobile thing. Conrad starts having this presence in his head that does not always talk, but it kind of pushes him. There is a moment in the shop basement, he is alone with his sister, arguing about a late delivery, and suddenly you get this choice to “relax” your control. You click it, the screen tint goes darker, and his hand just moves on its own and grabs her hip, fingers digging into her skin. She gasps, you hear that sharp inhale in your headphones, the little shaky breath after, and she doesn’t pull away right away. That pause is filthy. The possession makes all those groping scenes feel half innocent, half “I totally meant that”. Sometimes he resists and you get a sweet handjob scene where she is the one comforting him because he is “stressed”, sometimes you let the demon inside or whatever control him and suddenly that same scene goes way rougher, more like he pins her wrist and forces her to keep stroking. The wet sound design there is honestly illegal, I had to turn my phone volume down on the subway since it sounded like I had Pornhub autoplay in my pocket.

It is also kinda funny how the game pretends to be about a clothing store and fantasy destiny and all that, but the most intense moments are in small places. Him under the sewing table while she is on a phone call, her bare feet brushing his thigh, and that option to let the “force” slip into her instead. When that happens, her voice changes just a bit, like this softer, breathier tone, and she starts talking nastier without even noticing, twisting her words about “stock” and “orders” so it sounds like she is talking about cocks and orgasms. If you push it, you can jump full into possession and ride her body like a stolen car, taking control while Conrad watches from the back of his own skull. That leads to some really fucked up blowjob scenes where her eyes are empty but her mouth works like a pro, and the slurping audio is honestly disgusting and hot at the same time. I give this thing my very serious “Best Use of Demons To Justify Wanting To Fuck Your Sister” award. It is rough around the edges, some lines feel like Google Translate had a hangover, but maybe that is why it stuck with me. The world is kind of soft fantasy, but what really lives in my brain is that quiet moment when she whispers “big brother” and you can’t tell if it is really her or the thing inside. I wish there was less UI clicking for simple actions, but whatever, my thumb survived.

Matsuda looks like that guy you see on LinkedIn who has everything: sharp suit, neat hair, arrogant little smile that says “partner track”. In this game, you slide into his skin and realize pretty fast that all that polished surface hides a man who never actually lived. He sold his youth, his hobbies, his stupid crushes, all of it, just to grind cases and billable hours. Now he finally has the big salary, the fancy apartment, and this seriously gorgeous wife with curves that just make you stop and stare, and that’s exactly where everything starts to rot from the inside. You don’t play a hero here. You play a man who realizes he might be losing the only thing that actually matters, and he notices it when her skirt gets shorter, her lipstick gets darker, and her eyes don’t stay on him anymore.

The whole thing feels quiet at first, like a small crack. She leans over the table and that ass just fills your view, and you get this little text from her: “Going out with friends tonight.” You know that’s nothing, right? Just friends. But the game keeps pushing tiny moments on you. A lingering smell of cheap male cologne when she hugs you. Her phone lighting up, and she turns it face down too fast. She comes home late, hair messed, stockings a bit torn, complaining she’s “tired” and falls straight into bed without letting you touch those ridiculous tits that used to bounce for you on the couch. Audible’s open on your phone but you’re not listening; you’re just staring at her from the hallway wondering who’s making her moan now. You start noticing how the camera loves her body more than it loves yours. Her hips, the soft way her breasts spill out of a half-buttoned shirt, the tiny wet marks that sometimes show on her panties when she thinks you’re not looking. At one point there is this scene where she is standing at the balcony, texting, and the text choices you get are things like “Ask gently” or “Pretend you don’t care”, and whichever you pick, it still feels like your balls are slowly being crushed. Sex still happens, but it’s different. She rides you with her mind somewhere else, biting her lip like she’s replaying something someone else did to her. You can feel every second of that. The game is not shy at all with the physical stuff. You see the way her ass jiggles when another man grabs her, the way she opens her legs in a car seat that is clearly not yours, the detail when she’s finally getting pounded and you’re not even in the room. Sometimes you just sit there, clicking, watching her get her pussy stretched and soaked by someone who doesn’t even know her middle name, and the worst part is how the protagonist still calls her “my wife” like that means anything. The scenes hit harder because they don’t always scream about it; sometimes the most brutal moment is just her walking past you with that freshly fucked glow on her skin, smelling like sweat and sex that is not yours, and you know exactly what she’s been doing without one word being said. It’s mean. It’s hot. It’s miserable. It’s the kind of story that leaves you half hard, half sick, staring at your screen like, “Yeah, I would still forgive her.”

Art & Love feels like someone mashed a horny dating app with that one semester you pretended to care about “expressing yourself” in art class, then quietly used every excuse to stare at boobs. The setup is simple: you’re a dude at an art college, surrounded by students who are way too hot to be that stressed about homework. Half the time you’re pretending to focus on sketches and color theory, and the other half you’re trying not to get caught staring at an ass that basically has its own gravity. It’s very on the nose, but that’s kind of the charm. No fake epic destiny, no big fantasy world, just “here’s your campus, here’s a bunch of curvy girls, try not to bust in your pants in the first ten minutes.”

The thing that hit me first is how the game treats “everyday life.” That phrase usually means boring filler. Here it means walking into a studio and your classmate is already bent over the table, boobs pressed against the canvas because she’s “fixing the composition,” and your brain just shuts down. The animations do a lot of work in these scenes. When a girl leans in close and you can actually see her chest bounce as she adjusts her pose, or when your hand slides over a thigh in a half-accidental grope that doesn’t really look accidental, it sells the moment. Sometimes it feels almost too animated, like the dev got a new toy and refuses to chill. A girl shrugs and her tits move more than the rest of her body, like they’re trying to escape. It’s hot, but also kind of funny in a scuffed porn video way.

Where it gets interesting is the mix of romance and all the low-key harassment that just sort of “happens.” You’re not some silent saint. You grab, you stare, you “help adjust the pose” and your hands linger on big soft curves way longer than necessary. There’s a scene where you help a girl practice body painting in the empty classroom. She thinks you’re just drawing on her back, but your hands slide to her sides, then under her shirt, and she hesitates just a little before leaning into it. The camera lingers hard on her breathing and the way her ass presses into your lap. Then later that same girl might be sitting with you on a bench outside, talking about her stupid childhood dream of becoming a painter for kids books, and it weirdly works. You jerked off to her ten minutes ago and now you’re listening to her talk about brushes and Instagram algorithms like you’re on a normal date. Well. A normal date where you keep remembering how her tits looked squeezed against your hands and you can’t stop adjusting your pants.

There’s plenty of solo stuff too. Game really likes the “I came home from class and I can’t stop thinking about that one accidental grope” vibe. One scene has you in your dorm, phone on the bed, scrolling Pixiv, and you keep seeing art nudes and suddenly you’re replaying that moment of pressing up against a girl in the hallway. The MC just says screw it, drops pants, and it goes into a masturbation scene that actually feels connected to what happened earlier. He’s not just jerking it in a void, he’s replaying specific details. The way her hair smelled. The little shock when she didn’t pull away after your hand brushed against her breasts. And then a new message pops up from her while you’re mid-stroke, some innocent “hey, can you help me with my project tomorrow?” text, and it hits way filthier than it should. I laughed, then kept going.

Campus stuff is all over the place. Sometimes you walk into the workshop and it’s quiet, sunlight on the floor, girl sitting cross-legged on a stool in shorts that absolutely do not meet any dress code, and the scene plays like a soft romance moment. Other times you’re in a crowded hallway, trying to squeeze through, and “accidental” groping happens in a way that really isn’t accidental at all. You feel a big ass grind against you, she pretends to ignore it, then glances back with this tiny smirk. Those small beats land harder than the big in-your-face sex scenes, honestly. Even the dialogue has this slightly broken rhythm that reminded me of messaging on Telegram with someone horny who’s also tired from class. It’s rough in places, some lines sound like Google Translate lost a fight, but that kind of fits the whole vibe. Art & Love isn’t trying to be perfect. It’s more like that messy sketchbook the teacher would hate, full of half-finished drawings and big titted girls in the margins, except this time the sketchbook looks back at you and asks why your hand is still on her thigh.