Jean’s had enough of Klee’s chaos, but this time the little pyro menace isn’t just lighting up barrels - she’s lighting up the whole damn city with scandal. The story kicks off like a prank gone wrong, or right, depending on how you feel about blackmail and dripping wet revenge. You sneak around Mondstadt, catching the prim and proper girls in their “off-duty” moments - Lisa’s moaning over her own experiments, Barbara pretending she’s still pure while her fingers say otherwise, Ayaka blushing so hard it’s like her whole body’s about to melt. The game doesn’t pretend to be classy; it’s messy, horny, and sometimes weirdly funny, like when Fischl starts narrating her own blowjob in third person. I swear I laughed and came at the same time, which is a rare combo.

What makes it work is how the corruption sneaks up on you. It starts playful - Klee teasing Jean with harmless tricks - but then things twist. Voyeurism turns into participation, participation into obsession. There’s this one scene with Yae Miko where she basically toys with the protagonist’s sanity, whispering filth like she’s casting a spell. And then Noelle shows up, trying to act all knightly while she’s literally polishing more than just armor. The transitions between scenes are quick, sometimes too quick, like the devs got distracted mid-edit, but somehow that janky pacing adds charm. It feels raw, like watching someone’s fever dream of Genshin girls losing their morals one by one.

The animations? Rough in spots, but when they hit, they *hit*. Hu Tao’s grin when she’s riding you - it’s unholy. Rosaria’s confession scene made me pause the game just to breathe. Even the quiet moments, like Sucrose trying to explain the “chemical reaction” of arousal while clearly soaked herself, have this strange sincerity. It’s not a polished fantasy; it’s a filthy sandbox where shame doesn’t exist. You don’t play it for art - you play it because you want to see what happens when innocence burns out completely.

First time I opened it, I thought the colors looked a bit too clean, like candy wrappers in a porn set. But then she turned her head - Alya - and her eyes had this lazy way of tracking you, half bored, half aware you’re staring at her chest. It’s supposed to be parody, right? But it feels like the people who made it both love and mock what they’re copying. The male lead moves like he’s unsure if he deserves to be there, which somehow makes the whole thing dirtier. There’s something wildly unbalanced about how quick it switches from sweet talk to her mouth sliding down him. No fade-outs, no convenient camera cut. It just lingers. Too long maybe. Or not long enough.

The dating sim mechanics are barely pretending to matter. Tap, choose, get flustered text messages, and suddenly you’re deep in a warm rhythm that feels too personal for something you’re doing on your phone. I caught myself thinking about her hair texture mid-scene - like, how soft would it actually be after? That’s the kind of stupid detail that shouldn’t matter, but it’s there. She teases constantly, calling him “senpai” in a voice that sounds more drunk than shy. The transitions between affection and filth are messy, which I kind of adore. You can tell the animators didn’t care about polishing it smooth; they wanted it to *feel* like it could go wrong at any moment. When she presses against him, breasts heavy and animated with this exaggerated bounce, I almost laugh. Then I don’t.

There’s a scene (pretty sure it’s optional) where she insists on finishing him while keeping eye contact, and it’s uncomfortable and hot in a way only parody can be. The game pretends to be romantic, but the romance cracks open fast once things start moving under the sheets. Maybe that’s the point - pretend sweetness wrapped around shameless fucking. You could call it satire. But I’d rather call it honest.

Friday night, cheap beer, sticky pub floor, and this girl walks in like she accidentally spawned from a different game. Proper 10/10, the kind of face that makes you close whatever you’re doing on your phone, even Pornhub, which is already a big sacrifice. She talks about modeling, and your horny little brain goes, yeah, sure, “art.” Next thing, you invite her for a “private photoshoot” at your studio. And the game is basically what happens after that, but with way more close-up shots of skin than any camera sensor actually needs. You’re in control of this dude who is half photographer, half dumbass, and all his charm is basically you picking lines that are either smooth or cringe. Sometimes you pick the flirty answer and she melts a bit, sometimes you pick it and she looks at you like you just farted into her handbag. Those tiny reactions are the fun part. Like, one second she’s teasing, biting her lip, letting you adjust her pose, and the next you say something slightly too thirsty and her whole vibe tightens up. It’s awkward, in a real way, which is hot as hell when the game lets you fix it and slide back into that soft, slow build, where she starts trusting you with riskier poses, less clothing, more touching that is “just for the photo,” sure.

The sex doesn’t drop on you out of nowhere. You kinda grind your way there, choice by choice, all the way from her standing shy in jeans and a top to you convincing her to try lingerie, then topless, then sitting in your lap while you “check the lighting.” There’s that nice escalation where simple things feel dirty. Like when you tilt her chin up to find the right angle and the game just lingers a bit too long on her lips. When she finally drops the act and starts grinding on you, that’s where the game says, ok, we’re doing this, and you get the full menu: her on her knees, wet messy blowjob with spit that actually looks like spit, not some weird clear slime. You can push it to titfuck, and the dev clearly likes boobs, because the camera just sits there and worships them. You get her on the couch, panties hooked off to the side, you eating her out slowly while she pulls your hair and legs shake. Sometimes the animations are almost too smooth, like TikTok filters had sex with a fleshlight, but they do hit that “I should probably mute my speakers” level. Vaginal, anal, the game lets you switch positions, and when you finally go for her ass it actually feels like a moment, not just “extra hole unlocked.” She tenses, you talk her through it if you didn’t screw up your choices earlier, and when she relaxes and starts pushing back, yeah, that part stayed in my head longer than I want to admit. The romance bit is weirdly sweet and also kinda fake, like Tinder chat that went way better than it should, but it works enough that when you cum all over her belly or inside her, it doesn’t feel random. My only real complaint, and this will annoy me forever, is there’s this one line she repeats about “trusting your artistic vision” that pops up twice in different scenes, and every time I see it I stop thinking about sex and start thinking about copy-paste. Anyway, if you’ve ever pretended your phone camera makes you a photographer just to see more skin, this feels like someone made a horny little simulator of that exact fantasy and turned the dial all the way past “wholesome romance” into “I’m absolutely jerking to this.”

Two horny disasters sharing an apartment, trying really hard to act normal while everything is dripping with sexual tension. That’s basically the vibe here, and it works way better than it should. You play as the female MC, stuck in this weird line between “good roommate” and “I kinda want to pin her to the couch and make her scream my name.” It starts pretty tame, lots of dumb jokes, awkward glances, one of them “accidentally” walking around half naked, that kind of thing. Then it does that slow creep from cute to filthy. One night she thinks the other girl is out, grabs her phone, opens some trash porn site and starts rubbing one out, and then you realize the roommate is actually watching from the door. The game just lets the moment hang there; you hear her breathing, the MC trying to keep quiet, and it’s way hotter than some loud screaming scene. The voyeur angle hits hard, because it really feels like catching somebody in the most private moment, except here you kind of want her to get caught.

It’s a kinetic novel, so yeah, you’re basically riding the train instead of driving it, but it actually fits this story. You’re not juggling stats or grinding affection hearts; you’re watching this lesbian slow-burn romance wobble between “we’re just friends” and “I want you to choke me while you call me a slut.” There are moments where the roommate switches from goofy idiot to full-on dom and it’s so sudden it throws you. One scene, they’re on the bed watching some stupid meme compilation on a tiny mobile screen, laughing, next second she grabs the MC’s wrist, pins it above her head and starts spanking her through her panties for making a snarky comment. No need for long explanation, she just does it, and the MC goes from “hey what the hell” to moaning into the pillow pretty fast. And yeah, you get anal, oral, handjobs, all that, but what actually sticks is how the game keeps mixing humiliation with affection. She’ll push the MC to strip in front of the open window, lights on, blinds open, neighbors maybe watching, then kiss her forehead while the MC is shaking and dripping. It’s sweet and fucked up in the same breath. The violence tag mostly shows up when the spanking turns rough and you see actual marks, or when the dom side goes just a bit too hard with slapping and hair pulling and you’re like “okay damn, chill” but also you don’t want her to.

The animations are simple but very on point, like the little shivers when a tongue slides in, the way fingers curl when she’s getting fingered on the couch, trying not to scream because someone might hear through the thin apartment walls. There is a shower scene where the MC is masturbating, thinking about her roommate’s lips, and you see the silhouette through the glass door. Then the roommate pushes the door open, fully dressed, watches her for a second without saying a word, then just steps in with shoes and all and drops to her knees. Completely unrealistic, completely perfect. The humor keeps showing up in the worst possible moments too, like when the MC accidentally butt-dials a food delivery app right after getting her ass slapped raw, and has to answer while the roommate is licking her between the legs. The tone never stays consistent, and honestly that’s what makes it feel like two actual messy girls figuring each other out, switching from romance to filth to teasing in the space of one scene. There is romance under all the BDSM and pervy stuff, but it never turns into some cheesy “soulmate” speech. It’s more like “I own your ass now, also I made pancakes.” Which, frankly, is peak relationship goal.