Future matriarchy, soft boy protagonist, and a city where every woman looks like she could bench press your car and then sit on your face just because she feels like it. That is the vibe here. You play this cute, kinda pathetic in a hot way, guy tossed into a world where women run everything: government, corporations, street gangs, even the damn coffee shop. Men are treated more like pretty pets than equal partners, and the whole game pushes you to ask if you are fine being a pampered little slut or if you actually want to risk all that comfort to change anything. It sounds heavy, and sometimes it really is, but then it throws in a dick joke or a ridiculous dialogue choice and suddenly you're laughing while getting choked by a girl with biceps thicker than your thighs.

The core of it is pretty simple to explain, but it does not feel simple when you play. You talk, you choose, you grind stats, relationships shift, and your past choices come back when you already forgot them. Like that time I thought it was funny to tease a futa officer about her uniform being “a bit tight in the crotch.” Three scenes later she had me on my knees in a storage closet, one hand on my hair, reminding me exactly what I said and giving me a “punishment lesson” in oral that lasted way longer than I expected. If you lean into submission, women treat you like a living sex toy: collars, leashes, public humiliation, being paraded around by a muscle girl who casually flexes while your mouth is busy on her. If you try to push back, you get a different kind of heat: power struggles, angry kisses, rough sex where you suddenly realize you are not as in control as you thought. The incest angle pops up too, and it is not shy. There is that fucked up mix of “I know this is wrong” and “I want her to ruin me anyway” when your own family member corners you in your room, presses you against the wall, huge tits in your face, asking in a soft voice why you always look so cute when you are scared. The game never lectures you about it, it just lets you walk straight into that moral swamp and then wallow.

What surprised me is how often the game lets you be kind of romantic and filthy at the same time. One route, I played as this loyal, slightly confused guy who keeps falling for strong women who could literally snap his neck. There was this muscle girl who starts as your bullying personal trainer, always calling you “weakling” and making you do push ups while her cock print is right in front of your nose. Later you share this quiet rooftop scene where she awkwardly admits she likes that you do not run away from her size, then five minutes later she is riding your face so hard the world goes blurry and you can hear neighbors from the next building complaining. The tonal whiplash actually works. One moment you are in a silly dating sim argument about who pays for dinner, the next she is making you lick her sweat off her abs after a workout because “a good boy should not waste protein.” It pretends to be a sandbox, and sometimes that just means you wander around talking to weirdos, getting dragged into scenes with traps in cute outfits or mature women with big asses who use you like a toy and then send you a heart emoji on some fake in-game messenger app that looks suspiciously like WhatsApp. The game laughs at you in little ways: your character model is always a bit too pretty, the dialogue sometimes calls you out for being horny, and the moral questions are never neatly solved. You can join the dominant system or try to tear it down, but either way you are still sucking someone’s cock in a back alley at some point, and the game knows it and kinda winks at you. There is a nasty honesty in that, even when the pacing is all over the place and a few scenes feel like the writer just got distracted and threw in another blowjob. I got annoyed that one route locked me out just because I refused to kneel once, but then the next day I was back, trying again, because I wanted to see how far this cute little femboy could go if he stopped resisting and just let these terrifyingly hot women own him completely.

This thing feels like someone took a horny RWBY Discord server chat, smashed it into Ren’Py, and hit “fuck it, good enough.” And weirdly, that’s kinda the charm. You’re not dealing with slick corporate porn here. It’s Ruby and Cardin in a messy little fantasy romance that should not work at all, but you sit there clicking like a raccoon in a trash can anyway. The writing swings all over the place: sometimes it’s sweet “shy girl with her first real crush,” sometimes it’s “oh, Cardin is absolutely rearranging her inside that Beacon dorm bed” and the text really leans into it, spelling out every wet sound like the dev had Pornhub open on one monitor and Ren’Py on the other. There’s this one scene where Ruby is trying to be all serious about her feelings and within like ten lines she is on her knees, drool on her chin, begging him not to stop. That tonal whiplash? Honestly felt like some of the hookups at my events. One moment deep emotional talk, next moment someone is grinding on a folding chair.

The pacing is like a half-drunk house party where the snacks run out but the booze doesn’t. Early on, the story toys with the whole “is this romance or is this just Cardin using her” thing, and if you know RWBY canon you keep going “no way she’d fall for this guy.” And then you click through a few more screens and she’s pressed against the wall, panties around her thigh, gasping his name with that kind of desperate little whine that makes you shift in your chair. The moaning audio carries more weight than it should. It’s not studio quality, you can literally hear that slight home-recording vibe, but when Ruby starts letting out those shaky little cries and the text mentions her legs trembling while he pushes in deeper, it suddenly feels way more obscene than it has any right to be. There’s this bed scene where she’s trying to keep quiet, biting into the pillow, and the game keeps flipping between her thoughts about how wrong it is and then describing exactly how her body is clenching around him. Honestly, kind of hot in that “this is almost too personal” way, even if a couple of lines sound like they came from a Wattpad account that got banned three times.

And yet, for every filthy detail that hits just right, there’s a tiny thing that pokes your brain. The UI is there, it functions, but that textbox color? I keep thinking about it and I wish it was different, even if it never will be. Some lines feel like the dev just let an AI autocomplete, like mid-sex Ruby suddenly drops a weirdly formal line that nobody with a dick inside them would say. The parody angle shows up mostly in how off-brand everything feels, like this is Beacon in some horny parallel universe where everyone’s moral compass is slightly broken. Still, when Cardin grabs her by the hips and slams into her from behind, making her yelp and stutter through his name, it absolutely sells the fantasy. There’s a moment where she’s sore, cheeks flushed, hair all messy, but still climbing back onto his lap because she “needs it again” even though she can barely sit. That kind of detail feels oddly specific, like the dev was remembering something way too clearly. It’s clumsy, shameless, way too focused on this one wrong-but-right ship, and somehow that makes it hit harder than it should. I closed the tab once, then opened it again on Chrome because I wanted to replay that one corridor scene where he corners her and murmurs in her ear while she tries not to moan loud enough for teammates to hear. I’m not proud of that. But I’m also not going to pretend it didn’t happen.

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?