You start as this so‑called “master hentai artist” who secretly can’t draw for shit, which already made me laugh, because same. Instead of learning anatomy, you get handed this shady alien camera that literally pops you into different anime timelines and lets you shoot lewd pics of characters in their own world. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep art or whatever. It’s more like: here’s a horny excuse to stalk Nico Robin across One Piece moments and see how many times you can make her blush, moan, then pretend she’s still in control. You’re this clueless virgin guy trying to act professional while your hands are shaking because her tits are basically in your face during “photo sessions”.

The “VN with puzzles” thing is actually funny, because half the time the “puzzle” is just you trying to not stare at her tits while you solve some tiny logic thing or pattern thing that unlocks the next scene. You think you’re here to click through dialogue, then suddenly you’re matching stuff under time pressure while Robin is teasing you on screen, leaning forward, sucking on a lollipop way too slow, talking about “better angles” for the shots. First time she let me “adjust” her pose, I thought it’d just be a static change, and then she actually started moving, riding the invisible camera, full animated tits bouncing while your character tries to keep his composure. My mouse hand was absolutely not used for aiming at that point.

There’s a moment where you fuck up the task and instead of a normal “fail” screen, Robin basically climbs into your space, grabs you by the collar and says you’ll have to “pay for wasting her time”. That switches into a sequence where you’re flat on your back, she’s on top, rubbing herself on your dick through clothes first, super slow, lots of teasing. She keeps stopping right before sliding you in, asking stupid questions like “is this your first time?” while you’re clearly about to explode. When she finally sinks down on you, it hits extra hard because the game held you on that edge for too long. Creampie is not optional either. She pushes your hips in when you try to pull out, almost mocking you, telling you to “fill your own masterpiece”. It’s dirty in that way that feels more playful than cruel, like she enjoys seeing you lose control. And then you get thrown back into another timeline, acting like a “pro hentai photographer” again while your legs are still shaking.

Oral and titfuck scenes feel like rewards for poking around every little option. One run I kept choosing the slightly polite answers and ended up with Robin on her knees, pretending it’s a “research on male stamina”. She takes your cock between her boobs first, rubbing oil on them, pressing them together so tight it almost looks painful, then licking the tip every time it pops out. When she finally takes you in her mouth, the camera framing changes just enough to show spit and tongue, and it’s weird how proud I felt when she gagged a bit. Another time I played the idiot and pushed every teasing dialogue line and she just shut me up with a deepthroat scene with zero warning. No romance, just “fine, if you’re that desperate” and she goes all the way down. The game kind of teaches you that different choices lead to different flavors of the same kink, which for replay freaks like me is... dangerous. I kept telling myself “ok, last route” while my browser had like 12 auto‑save files.

The group stuff catches you off guard too, because you think it’s just Robin for a while, then suddenly the device drops you in a scenario where there are other bodies around, and the vibe changes from intimate teasing to “oh shit, I’m actually the center of a small orgy now”. Robin does not get jealous. She gets competitive. There’s this part where she pulls you out of another girl’s mouth and wraps her own lips around the tip, eyes locked on the other girl like “see, this is how you do it”. You end up switching holes, positions, angles so fast it almost feels like a mini puzzle scene where the solution is “everybody gets a turn on your cock”. At one point you’re buried inside Robin’s pussy, another girl riding your face, and someone yelling about needing a “better shot” for the sensei. I kind of wished there was a simple free mode without all the clicking so I could just, you know, enjoy, but no, you’re still juggling inputs while three women argue about who gets the last creampie.

What I really liked is how the game absolutely knows you’re playing a virgin dork and never lets you forget it. Even when you’ve already fucked Robin raw, she still treats you like a student when you hold the camera, correcting your posture while her ass brushes your crotch, telling you to “focus on the subject” while her nipple is practically resting on your cheek. It’s not realistic at all, obviously, but it nails that fantasy where you’re useless at real art, yet somehow every hot girl in the timeline wants to help you “practice” by wrapping their thighs around your waist. My notes app on my phone literally has a line that just says “Robin, oil, puzzle timer, holy shit” from when I had to pause the scene because I almost failed the minigame while she was bouncing on my lap.

And there is that tiny annoying thing where the teasing can drag a bit too long before you finally get to pound her properly, but then when she’s riding you and you’re forced to watch her face up close, hair sticking to her cheeks, moaning something about “perfect composition” right as you cum inside her, suddenly that complaint didn’t matter anymore and I forgot what I wanted to say in the first place.

Michelle looks like the girl in your office who always leaves at exactly 5, hair perfect, life probably on rails. Except here she is in sweaty, neon Hong Kong streets in 1986, slowly losing her grip on that “good daughter, good employee” mask because one tiny, stubborn, chain-smoking woman named Sam keeps flirting with her in ways that are way too gentle to ignore and way too dirty to be innocent. The game starts pretty tame, all long bus rides, quiet apartment scenes, small talk about movies and clothes, but the whole time the camera lingers on thighs under skirts, fingers brushing on handrails, the little hesitation when Michelle looks at Sam’s mouth while they share a drink. It’s a slow, frustrating kind of heat, like when you’re stuck on Zoom meetings and sexting on Telegram on the side, except here it’s cassette tapes and payphones and cramped bedrooms with thin walls and parents one room away. The erotic stuff doesn’t explode in your face with instant porn. It creeps in. One kiss in a dark cinema where Michelle is stiff at first, almost scared, then you see her lips part, her hands tremble, and you can almost hear her swallow before she gives in and pulls Sam closer. Tongues, teeth, that wet sound, and she keeps her eyes half open like she still cannot believe she is letting another woman taste her like that.

When it finally goes past kissing, it hits like someone yanked the curtain down. You get these long, quiet scenes on a bed where the sheets are a bit messy, clothes half off, bras sliding down arms, Michelle trying to cover herself at first and Sam just laughing low and kissing every bit she tries to hide. There is a moment where Sam goes down on her, and it’s not some porn-speed blowjob logic. It is slow and almost awkward, Michelle gripping the bedsheet because she does not even have the words in her own language for what is happening between her legs. The text describes every tiny reaction, how her thighs twitch, how she tries to keep her voice down because her mother could walk past the door, how her hips start grinding against Sam’s mouth anyway, shame turning into this fucked up relief. You can tell the writers actually understand how it feels when you are eating pussy like you care about the person, not like you are checking off positions. There are pauses, deep breaths, a little laugh from Sam when Michelle whimpers a bit too loudly, and then she doubles down, tongue and lips and fingers working together until Michelle is shaking so hard she almost pushes her away. That first orgasm is not “perfect”, it feels real, messy, emotional, like she just broke some rule she has been obeying her whole life.

Under all that sex there is this heavy layer of family and culture pressure that honestly turned me on more than I expected, because the guilt makes everything spicier and more fucked up. Michelle sneaks back home smelling like cigarettes and someone else’s perfume, lies to her mother at the dinner table while still feeling Sam’s fingers inside her if she closes her eyes for a second. There are choices where you can lean into the romance, keep seeing Sam, or try to “fix” yourself and go back to the safe, straight, lonely path everyone expects. Some endings feel like a punch in the gut, some feel like a small rebellion that might not last forever but at least burns hot while it exists. It is a romantic story, yeah, there is sweetness, hand holding, soft kisses, that feeling when you are falling in love and every bus ride feels like a music video, but the game never really lets you forget that this is two women trying to build something intimate and wet and tender inside a world that keeps telling them they are wrong. That clash is what makes the sex scenes hit so hard. When Sam whispers “you’re mine tonight” while Michelle’s family photos are literally watching from the shelf, it feels dirty in the best way, like she is betraying everything for the chance to have her own life, her own pleasure, even if it all goes to hell later.

Galaxies are dead quiet until somebody tries to blow you up in your own shitty space apartment. That is basically how this thing kicks off. One second your biggest problem is overdue space-rent and a fridge with one sad noodle box, next second the whole building goes up, alarms screaming, and you are crawling out of burning junk with some assassin still trying to finish the job. It feels chaotic in a fun way, not like “cinematic masterpiece,” more like “holy shit what just happened, also I kind of have a boner.” And then your partner is gone. Not dead, not clearly kidnapped, just missing, and everyone you ask acts like they absolutely know something but would rather jerk you off with sandpaper than tell you straight. The vibe is very “galactic conspiracy but also everyone is horny and kind of an idiot.” I liked it. I also hated how often I paused because some girl moaned in my headphones while I was in line at Starbucks, but that’s on me, not the dev.

Sex scenes are where it really stops pretending to be serious. One minute you are arguing with some merc chick over who screwed up the contract, next minute she has you pinned in the cargo bay, riding you slow while still half in armor, visor thrown off, voice actress just going for it. The animations are not perfect, you can see some janky loops sometimes, but honestly the slightly rough look makes it hotter. There is a blowjob in a cramped shuttle cockpit where she keeps glancing up to the starfield while your character is trying to keep the ship steady and failing badly. I had to grip my phone like it was going to escape. Handjobs pop up a lot too, not lazy ones, more like those teasing “I know you have questions about the missing partner but let me stroke you until you forget what you were asking” scenes. And they work. Too well. One dancer in a space-club drags your hands to her ass, gives you a lazy handjob through your pants, and you can choose to be a half-decent human or just pull her into the private room and go fully vaginal, legs around your waist, heels scraping your back. I absolutely went for the worst option. Twice.

What surprised me was how they play the more fucked up stuff next to the comedy. There is this ambush on a derelict station where enemies actually die ugly, blood on bulkheads, one guy basically torn open by some drone, and right after that you end up hiding out in a filthy maintenance room with a sarcastic engineer girl who is still covered in someone else’s blood while she casually jerks you off to “calm you down.” The contrast feels wrong in a good way. The game keeps dropping jokes in the middle of serious scenes, like the main dude cracks some stupid one-liner while he is literally balls deep in an alien officer, her boots pressed to his chest so it lowkey turns into a footjob halfway through. She keeps gasping in this clipped, aristocratic accent, trying to stay in control while he smacks into her harder and harder. Fully voiced, too, so your volume slider will become your best friend if you live with thin walls. The harem angle sneaks up on you, suddenly you realize you have a cynical pilot who likes oral in the cockpit, a shy scientist who lets you fuck her on a lab counter between data scans, and that one crazy assassin girl who uses her feet on your cock first, then sits down on it like it owes her money. And all the while the big mystery of “what happened to Earth” and “where the hell is my partner” is dangling there, but honestly half the time I forgot to care because someone was already on their knees, tongue out, ready to make me forget the plot again. In a good way. Mostly.

This one feels like someone took a horny fashion week, locked it inside a demon brothel and then said “ok, now make it emotional but still fuck a lot.” The House itself is basically a luxury showroom where every corridor feels like a backstage runway right before the models go out, except the models are demons and humans trying to fuck their way to a Hall of Fame. I’m a lingerie designer by job, so I notice stupid things first. The first time you meet one of the girls, the way her outfit tells you exactly who she is before she speaks really hit me. Lace that looks innocent from far, but closer you see it barely hides anything. Straps that look decorative, but they sit exactly where a hand would grab during sex. Superpowers here are not just some menu choice, they feel like extra accessories on a body. Power is styled, not only written. You’re a demon with memories locked away and somehow the story still wants you to care about feelings while also asking you “ok, which pussy do you want tonight?” It should not work, but it kind of does. Or it doesn’t. I can’t decide.

The whole “performer” angle makes the sex feel like a show you’re also directing, not only watching. There’s a moment where one girl is trying so hard to impress you that she holds her pose longer than is actually sexy, like a model freezing for a bad photographer. She keeps her legs open, panting, waiting for your next choice, and there’s this tiny second where you see her doubt slip through the dirty talk. That tiny second is weirdly hotter than the actual vaginal sex that follows. Speaking of that, the game is not shy. Penetration is treated like something serious, not “and then dick goes in, fade to black.” You pick how you approach, how rough, how soft, and her reaction is not just one repeated moan file in your mind. She complains, she teases, she even gets annoyed at you once for stopping halfway and I liked that a lot. No, actually I hated it, because I had to reload to see another option and the menu font is too damn small and now I am angry again. Anyway. The House is all about “who pushes which button” and sometimes that is literal: there are choices that feel like pressing a nipple, or sliding two fingers between lace and skin. The game pretends to care about your mission to save someone important, but every time a girl leans in, whispers in your ear, offers you her throat and her thighs, the whole grand destiny thing disappears like last season’s collection. Which is fine. Or not. I actually forgot to talk about the harem side, but you already know what that means. You start thinking “I’ll stay loyal to this one broken, beautiful demon” and two scenes later you are balls deep in someone else, promising her she is special too. And the thing is, the House believes you. That’s what sticks after closing the tab: all these women styled like living lingerie, each one trying to be your favorite outfit, while you pretend you’re choosing with your heart and not with your cock.