You start with this half-dead hotel that looks like it smells of cheap cleaner and old sex, and somehow it becomes this weird little universe where every floor has a different flavor of horny drama. It looks like a normal dating sim at first, like “oh yeah, I’ll just talk to the girls, raise some stats, classic stuff”, and then three scenes later you’re holding a trembling elf maid by the hips while she tries to act all proper and obedient and ends up squirting all over the new bedsheets you saved up to buy. And you’re thinking: ok, I just wanted romance, why is there a menu option for nipple clothespins in the housekeeping budget. But you still click it.

The hotel thing works too well. Everyone is under your roof, so you bump into them doing absolutely everything. You go into a hallway thinking you’re just going to check repairs, and you catch one girl “cleaning” a window with her tits pressed against the glass, tongue out, full ahegao, while someone down in the street could totally see her. It counts as voyeur and exhib stuff at the same time and the game doesn’t even wink at you, it just lets it happen, like yeah, this is just Tuesday here. You can be the pure romance guy and still the world keeps trying to corrupt you. There’s a religious girl praying in one scene, acting shy like a virgin, and later you’re there timing her orgasm denial with your phone while she begs for just one more thrust and you’re like, ok, maybe I’m not “pure” anymore. I kept telling myself I’m avoiding the nastier paths, and two minutes later I’m watching a lactation event where I was only trying to give comfort and suddenly there’s warm milk and a helpless girl calling you “master” in this shaky voice. Total accident. Kind of.

What really got me is how your role shifts without a big “you are a trainer now” sign. One moment you’re like a soft-spoken manager who buys cute maid outfits and simple cosplay ears, the next you’re running what is basically a private bdsm spa on the top floor, where you decide who gets the collar and who just gets spanked until their ass is bright red and they can’t sit in the café. Some girls push you around too, it’s not just male dom. There’s a yandere type that goes from clingy to “if you fuck anyone else I’ll break their legs” energy, and she rides you so hard you legit feel like the slave instead of the trainer. Then later the same night another girl kneels down in the lobby and gives you a slow, careful blowjob like it’s a love letter, and you remember why you came here for romance at all. But then there’s some fucked up family route on the side, anal stuff mixed with “we shouldn’t do this” whispers, a footjob in the laundry room, a titfuck in the elevator when the doors keep almost opening, group sex in a suite where everyone’s moaning your name at once, and somewhere in the middle of that mess you’re still checking income stats on your phone and thinking about upgrade costs like an idiot. The hotel keeps growing, the harem keeps getting bigger, some girls get their breasts reduced while others suddenly swell up like a fantasy elf breeding project, and you’re walking around your own building knowing exactly which room has a girl quietly masturbating, which one hides a camera for your voyeur habit, and which bed has fresh cum drying in the sheets because you didn’t even bother with pulling out after that last creampie. It’s romantic in the trashiest way, and trashy in a way that somehow still feels kind of sweet.

This one feels like some weird fanfic you find at 4chan at 4th scroll, except it actually lets you poke stuff and watch Tifa suffer for it. It is all about her, nothing else really matters. Big boob Tifa, classic FF look, stuck in this cold lab room with that creep professor in white gloves circling her like he just found a new toy. No saving the world, no party, no Cloud, just her tied up, stripped slowly, and turned into some kind of milk experiment. The whole thing is built around the idea that her tits are not just huge but "special", so the guy treats them like rare monsters to study. He pulls the straps off her top way too slow, fingers grazing the fabric, and when her chest finally pops free it’s messy in a good way. Her boobs bounce, nipples already hard because of the cold metal and how he keeps groping her, and you can just feel he’s more scientist than lover. He’s taking notes in his head while he abuses her.

Interaction is pretty straightforward, you don’t need a guide. Click here, something jiggles or stretches. Click there, she moans or gasps or cries. Sometimes you feel like you’re doing QTEs in a porn parody of a Final Fantasy boss scene, except the only target is Tifa’s chest. He squeezes them together until the skin looks tight, then spreads them apart, watching how they fall, like he tests gravity on her tits. He hooks her up to tubes and pumps that cling to her nipples, transparent stuff so you see every twitch and bulge. When the machine starts, the suction noise is nasty in a really erotic way, and her breasts swell slow, then faster, skin getting shiny, veins a bit visible. There is that moment where you think "ok this is too much now" and then you still click again to see how far the game will go. Her face flips between humiliation and forced pleasure, eyes tearing up, mouth open, teeth biting her lip while milk starts leaking, then spraying. It doesn’t rush to the big explosion though, it drags the torture and the expansion so long that after some time I kinda wished for a skip, but then the next animation hits harder and I forgot I was annoyed.

The vibe is totally one sided. This is not some cute romance, it’s fetish lab hell with a hot brunette from your childhood games. She’s chained, he talks to her like a broken object, and you are there poking buttons, making the pumps squeeze tighter, choosing how rough he handles her. There is this one scene where he lifts her breast from below with both hands and just lets it fall, again and again, like he is testing "weight distribution", and it’s so stupid it made me laugh, but I still replayed it three times. The sound mix is actually filthy, you get wet suction noises, slaps of heavy flesh, little choked moans that sound almost too real. UI is a bit clunky sometimes, hitboxes feel off, and one animation loop stutters just enough to pull you out of the moment, but then her boobs swell one more size and my brain just drops the complaint. It feels like the early episode of a long hentai series where they are still figuring out the rules of their own kink, and that roughness kind of fits. Not subtle, not gentle, just Tifa’s body pushed, pulled, drained and overfilled until you forget Final Fantasy had anything to do with crystals at all.

Tina Armstrong in a luna park full of cheap lights and nasty ideas feels weirdly like someone mashed up a Dead or Alive mod, a bad doujin, and that one Bukowski line about “love being a dog from hell,” except here the dog has tits the size of small planets and shoots milk like a broken soda machine. This game just throws you straight into her, no soft build up, no “romantic tension”, just you, this cartoonishly stacked blonde pornstar version of Tina, and a bunch of buttons that basically scream: “ok, ruin her”. It’s like some horny dev opened Photoshop, stared at DoA for too long, and asked “what if her boobs had their own weather system?” then actually coded it. Respect? Maybe. Fear? Also yes.

The whole thing is about those tits, obviously. Huge soft anime balloons, veins barely implied, skin glossy like someone used way too much oil in Blender, even if I’m not supposed to talk about tech. You grab them, press them, jiggle them, and they answer by swelling, stretching her bikini-top logic past anything Isaac Newton allowed. At some point you’re just rhythmically squeezing her chest to pump out rivers of milk, and it feels like playing a fucked up rhythm minigame that got lost from some WarioWare clone. Click, squeeze, the nipples throb, the milk spurts in messy arcs over her abs, her face, sometimes it pools between her tits so when you push them together it all squishes like a wet paizuri sandwich. It’s gross and hot and stupid and actually kind of funny, in the way only hentai can be when it commits to one single idea and never lets go. The *** stuff hits hard though, there’s this loud mismatch between her pornstar moans and the context that’s supposed to be more violent, and my brain keeps doing that annoying moral commentary while my hand is, uh, engaged. I hate that they made her eyes look so soft when you slam into her and treat her like a toy, but at the same time that exact softness is what makes the whole corruption vibe land. Porn is evil like that.

What I like is that she’s very much still Tina. Not in personality, because she basically has none here, more like an empty doll that says “fuck me” in different tones, but her body language, the wrestler hips, the confident stance that slowly melts as you keep pounding her, feels like a parody written by someone who played DoA on a crusty PS2. She starts off like “yeah I’m a big titty fighting queen” and ends up drooling milk and cum while you hold her by those gigantic tits and use them as handles. The game even lets you swap between focusing on chest abuse and straight pussy pounding, and there’s a moment when you push her down, grab both milk-dripping breasts, and fuck them like they’re some separate creature, and I suddenly thought of Kafka’s Metamorphosis for no good reason, like she becomes only boobs, everything else secondary. That’s my brain problem, not the game. There’s humor too, really dumb humor, like the way the milk just keeps coming no matter how long you press, like she’s this endless dairy cheat code. It looks wrong, it feels wrong, I still kept pushing, waiting for some limit that never arrives. I kinda wish there was a tiny scene where she flips it and puts you in a headlock with those giant jugs, but nah, this thing is 100% about you being the bastard. And in a very trashy, horny, browser-tab-you-don’t-admit-to-anyone way, it works.

Tifa looks like she took a wrong turn in Midgar and woke up in a nightmare dairy farm. No saving the planet here, no bar to run, just a glossy metal room that feels way too clean for what they are doing to her. She is hanging there in that red strap web, arms stretched, legs spread just enough to make her feel exposed, not enough to count as a real spread. The thing that hits first is how heavy her chest looks. Those huge tits are swollen in a way that makes your brain go “god, that has to hurt” and your dick go “keep going.” Veins showing a bit under the skin, nipples dark and tight around the metal cups glued to them with suction, and every time the machine starts another cycle you can almost feel that sharp tug behind your own ribs. The game is simple on paper: you pull, squeeze, adjust the pressure, watch the milk flow. In practice it turns into this weird mix between erotic puzzle and cruel little science experiment where you try to find that sweet spot where she is moaning, not screaming, then you go a bit past it anyway just to see what happens.

What I liked is how much control you get over the rhythm. You are not just clicking “milk” and watching a loop. You are tweaking intensity, changing from hands-on groping to full machine torture, setting different patterns, seeing her body react like a live meter. Slow, gentle pulses make the milk drip in lazy strings down those shiny tubes, and she bites her lip like she is ashamed to enjoy it. Crank it up and the cups rattle, her breasts bounce with each jerk, milk sprays harder, and she twists against the straps like she wants to curl up but can’t. There was one moment where I nudged the slider just a bit too far, the screen flashed a warning, and she let out this broken cry that sounded halfway between relief and panic, and I actually paused and thought “ok, that was fucked up” before pushing on anyway. I hate that the sound of the suction loops a tiny fraction too early if you listen in headphones, but then the next second her tits swell visibly larger as the plant forces more production and I completely forget to be annoyed, so whatever. The best bit for me is when you manage to overfill her without bursting anything, and the chest expansion is slow, almost greedy, the skin stretching, nipples leaking nonstop, like the plant is training her body to be nothing but a milk tank. It is humiliating as hell for her, and the game leans into that hard, but the more you push the system, the more it starts feeling like you are tuning a very dirty machine made of a girl you used to know from a JRPG and a factory that never learned what mercy is.