Shy boy Riko shows up in this nowhere town, clutching his bag like it will save his virgin soul, and the first thing you notice is how small he feels compared to the house he walks into. Auntie opens the door with this lazy smile, tits pressing against her too-tight top like she forgot she has a nephew now and not a fuckbuddy from college. She leans in for a hug, his face ends up right between her boobs, and the game just stays on that angle a little too long. Not complaining. Inside, the whole place is this weird mix of normal family home and pervy stage. Kitchen where “family dinners” happen, hallway that’s somehow always an excuse to bump into someone’s ass, his tiny room where he pretends to study while something obscene wiggles on the other side of the wall. There is no slow burn. You get teased every time you click something. Sit at the table? Aunt bends over to grab sauce and her huge ass fills the frame. Go to the bathroom? Someone “forgot” a bra the size of his head on the sink. School is not safer either, just more skirts and more excuses to get pinned against lockers by girls who are way too comfortable touching him.

What really gets me is how the game pretends to be this casual sandbox while it quietly turns you into a complete pervert. At first you’re like “ok, I’ll just talk, be polite, I’m a good boy” and ten minutes later you’re timing your walk through the hallway so you can “accidentally” brush your hand along cousin’s petite butt when she squeezes past you. There is this one scene where Riko falls asleep on the couch, TV still running, and wakes up to someone’s hand in his lap. You don’t see the face right away, just the hand moving, the fabric stretching. Then camera pulls up, and it’s not the one you expected. I actually said “oh fuck off” out loud and then kept watching anyway. The futa angle creeps in like that, not all at once, more like “hey, you thought she was just a tomboy? surprise, she’s got more dick than you and is perfectly happy to grind it against your ass while pretending it’s just a joke.” The teasing never really stops. They grope him in the kitchen, at school, in the damn stairway. You think you’re in control because you choose where to go and who to visit, but every path ends in someone pressing their body on him or flashing tits when he turns around. Sometimes the humor lands, like when Riko tries to watch a “serious” movie with Aunt and she uses his lap as a pillow and just keeps shifting, her big ass moving like it has its own agenda, and he’s trying to hold the popcorn without dropping it while his dick is screaming. Other times the jokes are so stupid I opened Twitter and scrolled for a bit instead of clicking, but then I came back because the animations have this filthy charm. Bodies feel heavy, boobs have weight, asses jiggle when you slap them, and the whole thing looks just awkward enough to feel real, like some horny home video with a budget. I kept wishing there was some small quiet moment where nobody is trying to grind on him or call him “good boy” in that too-sweet family voice, but yeah, that’s not happening here and you know it the second Auntie “accidentally” grabs his cock through his pants while “searching his pockets for keys.” Riko pretends to be shy. You pretend to care. Everyone in that house is one wrong move away from fucking on the dinner table and the game knows it.

Starship discipline is completely fucked here, in the funniest, dirtiest way possible. You get handed the captain’s chair on the Cerritos, but it feels more like they dumped you in a floating frat house filled with horny degenerates in Starfleet colors. Everyone is used to Admiral Freeman looking the other way, so when you start trying to clean things up, the crew basically tells you to suck it. Half the time you’re walking down a corridor and some ensign has their uniform half open, covered in cum, trying to hide a hard-on or wiping drool off their lips after “checking the sonic shower.” The ship looks like Star Trek, but the mood is more like a super trashy porn parody where nobody remembered the part about “professional behavior.” And you are absolutely encouraged to abuse that.

The center of the chaos is Beckett Mariner, of course. She knows you can’t just throw the admiral’s daughter out an airlock, so she tests every limit she can. One moment she’s lounging in your chair with her boots on the console, tits almost spilling out of her uniform jacket, fake-innocent face and those stupid ahegao eyes when you finally snap and drag her into the ready room. The game really likes that shift from “smartass brat” to “corrupted little cumtoy,” especially when you start using blackmail. You catch her in compromising spots, collect dirty data, and then slowly push things from “get on your knees and swallow” to “bend over the tactical console, I want to see just how tight that ass is.” She resists in that playful way at first, talks back, but the art leans heavy into humiliation: tears in the corners of her eyes, tongue out, mascara a mess, expression halfway between hating you and begging you to creampie her again. The AI-style CG is weirdly perfect for this kind of parody, everything slightly exaggerated, breasts too big for regulation uniforms, cumshots overdramatic, but it fits the whole “cheap bootleg holodeck program” vibe. And it is animated, so you really sit there watching her get filled, milk leaking, mouth drooling, your choices affecting if she ends up more broken-in, covered in bukkake like a used toy, or still pretending she’s in control while she rides you and moans your rank.

What caught me off guard is how the game doesn’t just stop at “straight captain dominates bratty officer.” Lower deck kids and random crew open up way dirtier routes. You walk into the cargo bay and spot two male ensigns “wrestling,” cocks out, one already dripping. That can spiral into you forcing them to service you as punishment, lining them up and choosing who takes you in the ass, who licks your balls clean, who drinks the load. There is gay stuff that doesn’t feel like an afterthought, more like the ship is just completely horny and nobody cares about orientation anymore. Then there is the whole trap and futa angle, uniforms hiding surprise dicks, big tits paired with a throbbing cock that strains the Starfleet fabric. One minute you think you’re punishing a cute, shy communications officer, next moment she drops her pants and you’re staring at a hard shaft and a wet slit both, and the game just goes “yeah, use all of it.” You can force them to suck you, fuck them until their own cum sprays on the control panel, or take it yourself if you lean into being a greedy captain who wants every hole filled. There are scenes where you make an officer pump milk out of her huge tits right onto the floor while everyone watches, or you order a line of crew to kneel and finish them off one by one, covering faces and mouths until they look like someone set a bukkake filter over a still from Lower Decks. Then there are cheating bits, too: married officers getting reamed in your quarters, whispering that their partner doesn’t touch them like this, while you record everything for later blackmail. It’s unapologetically trashy, sometimes mean, and occasionally so over the top you just start laughing, but it keeps that Star Trek parody flavor through all the corruption, like a filthy holodeck program somebody forgot to lock with a command code.

Jen shows up to this crazy nice apartment with that "I totally can afford this" energy, but you can see in her face she probably checked her banking app twice before ringing the bell. Place is owned by Paula, one of those older blondes who walks like the whole room already belongs to her and she just lets you exist in it for fun. High heels, tight top, those heavy tits that look like they could smother a religion, that kind of vibe. At first it feels like a normal viewing: kitchen, couch, some small talk about work and hobbies, all that polite bullshit. But the camera keeps sitting just a little too low, following her hips, focusing on Jen’s lips when she talks, and you know the whole "rent talk" is heading in a very horny direction. There is this slow tension, like both of them are pretending to talk about square meters and deposits, but they are actually checking each other out and mentally undressing each other step by step.

What I like is that Jen is not some dumb bimbo, she is nervous, yeah, but she pushes back, flirts back, makes jokes, looks away when Paula gets too close, then looks back again like she is trying to decide if she wants to be the good girl or the very bad tenant. You can tell she is into women already, but the game plays it like she is not used to someone like Paula. When Paula leans over to "show the balcony view", her blouse opens just enough and the camera just stays there, tracking the curve of her huge boobs. You hear small little breaths, soft cloth sounds, not just generic porn moans. When things finally break, there is this nice slow build: gentle touches on the arm, hands brushing when they grab the same key, one slightly too long hug when Jen thanks her for "considering a special deal". And then, boom, clothes start coming off and suddenly you see Paula is packing more than just rent demands. Futa reveal is clean, not some shock gag, more like "oh, that explains the confidence".

Sex scenes go hard but still look kind of romantic. Paula takes the lead at first, pushing Jen onto the couch, grinding between those pale thighs, fucking her deep while still kissing her like they are already lovers, not just strangers negotiating rent with body instead of money. There is a lot of focus on tits, on hips, on how Jen’s whole body reacts when she gets railed, and the sounds are actually synced instead of random groaning, which is rare as hell in these games. I also like that they let Jen switch from shy to needy, grabbing Paula, riding her, using that thick cock like she’s trying to earn a lifetime discount. Apartment itself becomes part of the scene: table edges, sofa back, wall mirror that shows Paula pounding her from behind while Jen’s big breasts smack against the glass. It’s short, yeah, and it pretends to be a "visual novel" but you barely have any choices and I kinda hate that, but then Paula is kissing Jen’s neck while sliding inside her again and my brain just turns into white noise. There is this small moment after they cum, where Jen looks totally ruined and happy, lying half on the couch, half on Paula’s chest, and you can almost hear her thinking, "yeah, I’m definitely not paying full rent for this place."

This one feels like I walked into my own gallery at closing hour, lights half off, and there is just this one piece on the wall that will not let me go. A retired hunter, alone, pretending the world has moved on. And outside the door, a lovesick werewolf, so full of longing and hunger that it almost hurts to read. The game is short, yes, but it hits like a very focused exhibition: just you, the wolf boy who never really stopped chasing you, and a forest night that smells of wet fur, blood, and someone you used to fuck or maybe should have. You pick your pronouns, you name your hunter, but it still feels like the story already knows you. It treats you as if you have history with this creature. The first time he steps out of the dark, half monster, half man, teeth shining, eyes too soft for that body, it’s like some twisted fairytale where the woodcutter secretly wanted the wolf all along.

What I liked is how the erotic bits grow out of that mood instead of just dropping from the sky. The build up is slow and sticky: brushing against his fur, the way his tail twitches when you threaten him with your old hunter voice, the way he still calls you like you’re the only person in the world who ever mattered. And then it becomes very physical, very fast. There is dry humping that feels desperate, almost clumsy, like he has been replaying this moment in his head for years and actually touching you overloads him. The handjob scenes are messy, all panting and grinding, like he wants to climb into your skin. I liked the oral a lot because you feel it from the hunter’s point of view, the heat of his mouth, the wet noise, the way he struggles to keep his fangs away from your cock while still licking you stupid. There is cock warming too, with that strange mix of comfort and filth: him buried in you or wrapped around you, both of you not really moving, just breathing and trembling while his knot or his mouth keeps you trapped. It is strangely tender, even when there is biting and marking, your neck, your chest, his claws in your back, like he is carving his name into an old property. Sometimes it gets a little too wordy, like the writer is afraid to shut up and just let you sit in the silence between thrusts, but then you get one perfect line like “you taste like home” and my brain just stops.

CGs are few but they land nicely, like catching flashes of explicit sketches in some NSFW Twitter scroll that you shouldn’t open at work. Him on top of you, eyes glazed and needy, fur matted, your body pinned under claws that could rip you open while his cock presses hard against your stomach. Or that moment where he’s between your legs, ears back, cheeks flushed, mouth full of you, wolfish features twisted around devotion and greed. The multiple endings make the sex feel heavier, because you know you might break him for good. One wrong choice and that romantic, horny monster you just had rutting against your thigh with his tongue hanging out can end up bleeding in the dirt because of you. It’s a game about fucking, yes, but it is also about how much power you keep over someone who loves you enough to let you kill him. I played it on mobile in bed, screen too bright, one hand scrolling and the other wandering lower every time he whined your name. At some point I got annoyed that the text box covers just a bit too much of his body during one of the best scenes and I kept adjusting my phone like that would fix it, and now I can’t stop thinking about that tiny stupid issue instead of going back in for the last ending. Anyway. The sound of him begging, even just in text, sticks in your head like a good meme you don’t want to share with anyone. This is not a clean story, not emotionally and certainly not physically, and that is exactly why it works.

Girl goes to a “normal” summer camp job and ends up getting body‑jacked by a horny fertility goddess with zero boundaries, that’s the vibe here. She clocks in expecting brats, mosquitos and bad cafeteria food, and instead wakes up with a thick new surprise between her legs and a goddess in her head giggling like “oops, my hand slipped.” From that point it’s not really a camp anymore, it’s a playground. You’re walking around this peaceful fantasy forest with cabins and lakes and then suddenly you’re pinballed between monster babes, stacked milfs and campers who are way too curious about what you’re hiding in those shorts. The game leans hard into her being both the teaser and the toy. One moment she’s pressing some poor flustered girl up against a tree and groping those tits like she’s kneading dough, and the next she’s on her knees with her own mouth full, acting like this was not in the job description while clearly enjoying every second. Classic “I shouldn’t… but I absolutely will.”

I like how the main girl starts out kinda panicked, like “what the hell is this thing hanging from me” and five scenes later she’s using it like a laser pointer to get people’s attention. There’s this one bit where a big‑ass, big‑tits camp counselor milf corners her in the storage shack, half scolding, half staring at the bulge, and slowly drags a hand down over it. That grab is shameless, the kind where you can almost hear the fabric stretch. Then she drops to her knees and you get this sloppy, messy oral scene where the milf is way too experienced, like she’s been waiting years for someone to show up with this exact equipment. Contrast that with the shy monster girl in the woods, who pretends she wants to “study” the new anatomy and ends up getting pinned against a rock, tail twitching while she’s ground on until she’s begging. The flirting is actually funny sometimes, very “lesbian disaster with magic dick tries to act smooth and fails” and I’m into that energy. Some dialogues are awkward in the wrong way though, like someone typed it on their phone during a bus ride and never read it again, but somehow that fits the messy, horny chaos of the story. Nothing is polished, everything is thirsty, and the goddess just keeps whispering in her head like a rude little coach, egging her on to go further, get rougher, try new holes, push new buttons. It all snowballs fast, from teasing and light groping at the lake to full‑on futa pounding behind the cabins, pussy eating in the showers, and girls sitting on her face like it’s a camp activity. At some point you forget there was ever a normal job involved at all, which is honestly exactly the point.

Train home, one hand on the phone, other hand pretending to hold the rail, and this game pops back in my head again. That dumb little title I opened “just for a quick peek” on Firefox between Slack pings, and then suddenly I’m watching this kinda pathetic, kinda hot Futa MC jerking off in a school locker room to a girl’s cardigan like it’s the Holy Grail. Asuna is exactly that type: quiet, looks normal, huge secret between her legs, brain packed with way too much horny. It’s all school corridors, after-class empty rooms, the faint smell you imagine from gym clothes and panties stuffed into a bag. She’s obsessed with Sakurako in such a messy, stalker way that it should feel wrong, but the writing leans into it so hard it becomes this weirdly honest fantasy of “what if my crush actually caught me doing this and didn’t freak out, just stared and said keep going”. When Sakurako sees her buried in the closet, dick out, using her clothes like a tissue, the whole mood flips in like two lines. No big romance speech, just that one line where she asks to watch, and suddenly the whole story pivots from secret perv to exhibition pet project. That turn is where the game sold me. I was already on board for the jerk-off-in-uniforms stuff, but it hits different when the target of the lust starts leaning in instead of running away.

Scenes feel like they’re written by someone who has actually edged to eroge in a cramped apartment and not some “professional” writer polishing every line. There’s a lot of clumsy phrasing, some horny repetition, and the audio is that super recognizable Japanese voice style where the girl sounds half embarrassed, half demon in heat. Sometimes the moans go on a bit too long while the text is saying almost nothing, and I kept tapping through like, yeah yeah I get it, she’s panting, please let me see what she does next with that toy. But then a line would land perfectly, like when Sakurako casually orders Asuna to stroke slower while she’s still in uniform, one shoe slipped off, and I just stopped and reread it. The power dynamic is funny because Asuna is the one with the dick, but she’s also the one basically chained by her own crush, getting told when to jerk, when to stop, where to cum. There’s a scene with her on her knees under a desk, trying to keep quiet while someone passes outside the classroom, and I actually grinned like an idiot on the subway, which is… not ideal. The different routes sneak up on you too. I picked choices almost at random on my phone, thinking “okay, this is clearly the horny option”, and then later I realized I completely locked myself into a more twisted relationship path without noticing. One run I ended up with a really intimate mutual play scene that felt almost sweet, the next I got something colder and way more humiliating, same two girls, same setting, just slightly different chain of “yes” to her requests. Some of the AI-touched art looks off in tiny places, like fingers fused weird or a stray strand of hair doing impossible gymnastics, and it pulled me out for a second, but then the next frame would hit me with Asuna’s face glazed and eyes rolled up, full ahegao, and honestly my brain just shut up and let it happen. Perfect for those shameless “five minutes in the bathroom with Chrome incognito and headphones half in” kind of sessions.

You start as this skinny little elf dude who looks like he should be reading poetry, not swinging a sword, and five minutes later you’re balls-deep in trouble with horny monsters and MILFs who have way more experience than you. The world they drop you in feels kind of harmless at first, like “ok, generic fantasy thing, I’ll kill some slimes, collect whatever,” then suddenly the camera angle shifts and you’re watching a thick orc girl grinding your cock while your HP bar is still up there like this is normal combat. It’s not subtle. The game is basically: fight something, fuck something, get distracted, forget why you even opened the map. I went to one village to buy potions and ended up hiding behind a fence just to watch a busty auntie get railed, because the voyeur scenes are actually animated and not just lazy text. Felt dirty, clicked replay twice.

The sandbox part is where it gets weirdly addictive and also a bit messy. You can wander around, poke your nose into houses you probably shouldn’t, snoop on moms bathing, catch some girl masturbating when you were just trying to steal her loot. Sometimes you trigger a scene by accident, like I opened a door during a quest and suddenly the MC is on his knees, getting his cock sucked by this milf with huge tits who apparently “rewards brave adventurers.” No build up, just throat, spit, animation, creampie option at the end. Really liked how it lets you choose “where” you finish, then hated it because I realized I had to redo half the dialogue just to see the anal variant. The RPG combat itself is funny, because you come in thinking about stats and you end up caring more about which monster has the hottest defeat scene. Got absolutely destroyed by a spider-girl once and instead of being mad I was staring at her big ass bouncing while she rode me unconscious. Also, tiny thing, the inventory sound is annoying as hell. Never gets fixed, always clicky, always a bit too loud.

What I liked most is how the game doesn’t pretend the elf is some pure hero. The guy is a total perv. You can jerk off while spying through windows, get titfucked by some massive-titted warrior chick after you help her in a dungeon, or go for that messy incest route they hide just enough to feel “taboo but not impossible to find.” I took a “wrong” dialogue choice with a relative and suddenly she’s bent over the table, panties aside, and the game lets you slide between vaginal and anal mid-animation while she moans about family staying close. It’s trashy, and I still grinned. Sometimes the pacing is all over the place, like one quest tries to be serious about “saving the kingdom” and two clicks later you’re sucking off a futa guard in a back alley because you wanted to see if the bulge was real. The point and click bits are nice until they aren’t; missed a hotspot in a forest once and wandered around like an idiot instead of getting to the sex scene with the monster girl hiding there. But when it works, it really works: you win a fight, pin the monster, plunge into her dripping pussy, watch your cum overflow in this sloppy creampie close-up, and for a moment you forget any bugs or missing polish or whatever. Then you notice a typo in the dialogue and start laughing.

Ayumi looks like that quiet girl on the bus you lowkey stare at and then pretend you didn’t, except here she’s a witch, futa, and basically public enemy number one. The whole thing starts with her already in deep shit, hiding in this creepy forest and trying not to get caught and burned, and I like that the game doesn’t baby you with long lore, it just throws you in the middle of her mess. One second you’re checking the trees for monsters, next second some huge-ass busty monster girl with claws is pinning you against a rock and sniffing you like you’re dinner and sex toy at same time. It’s survival but in a really horny, soft-brutal way. You’re trying to keep Ayumi alive, yeah, but also there’s this sick curiosity, like, ok, what happens if I actually lose here? And the game absolutely answers that. Sometimes too well. I opened this in another tab while pretending to type in Excel and instantly regretted not having a second monitor because the first corruption scene is way too obvious if someone walks by.

What caught me off guard is how Ayumi’s whole futa thing is treated. It’s just there. People care way more that she’s a witch than about the big cock between her legs. You get these scenes where she’s shaking from fear while some angry milf inquisitor is threatening to hurt her, and yeah, it’s intense, but at the same time you catch Ayumi getting turned on by it and you’re like girl, same, but also what the hell. There’s a corruption bar that keeps creeping up every time you let someone use her, or she masturbates when she should be hiding, or you pick the flirty option when a monster girl clearly wants to break her. I liked teasing the hell out of a certain tall, smug knight woman, having Ayumi act submissive and clingy in the dialogues, then flipping on a later route and watching Ayumi shove her against a wall and fuck her like some desperate pervert who finally snapped. The harem side grows kind of naturally, too. You start with one “ally” who is basically manipulating her, then suddenly you realize you’re half roleplaying a romance thread, half grooming your own yandere energy. I had Ayumi obsess hard on this one witch hunter with big ass and cruel smile, visiting her in scenes even when it was a bad idea, just because I wanted to see what new way she’d humiliate Ayumi this time.

The sandbox stuff is messy but in a way I kinda like. You wake up in camp, or a ruined church, or some weird forest shrine, and you decide if Ayumi goes gather herbs, sneak into town where everyone hates witches, or “check on” some girl she’s fixated on. I spent way too long just having her stalk the same milf innkeeper, watching the slow shift from awkward virgin energy to straight up sexual harassment. You talk to her, get gently rejected, then come back corrupted a bit more and suddenly your dialogue choices tilt into creepy, touching her hand too long, sniffing, staring at her cleavage, and the game doesn’t stop you. It punishes you later, kind of, but not enough to make you stop. One moment that stuck with me: Ayumi hiding behind barrels, watching two women in the bath, clearly lovers, and you can choose if she just watches and masturbates quietly or uses magic to “nudge” them, make them more rough, more needy, like she’s directing her own porn. I went full perv with the mind screw, and later when she actually meets one of them face to face, the girl acts different, broken in a subtle way, and Ayumi smiles this tiny fucked up smile. It’s hot and also a bit sick. I wish the game let Ayumi go full obsessive yandere faster, but maybe it’s better it teases it slow. If you play, don’t rush the main plot. Linger on the small scenes, the teasing, the failed escapes, the awkward handjobs given in exchange for “protection” that never really protects anything. Always push Ayumi a bit further than you think is safe. That’s where the good shit happens.

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.