Bolsdip sounds like the kind of town where nothing happens, but then you walk around for five minutes and suddenly you are watching your hot neighbor masturbate through a half open curtain and pretending this is “part of the investigation”. You play this young detective who comes back home carrying big city attitude, small town trauma, and a dick that keeps voting against professional ethics. On the surface it is this classic mystery thing: weird disappearances, rumors about supernatural shit, people keeping secrets. But the game quietly keeps shifting everything into sex. Every clue, every locked door, every awkward chat in the college hallway somehow slides toward blackmail, seduction, or some fucked up mix of both where you are not sure if you are saving them or corrupting them further. It feels less like solving cases and more like peeling clothes off reality, one layer at a time.

The way it plays is relaxed and a bit messy in a good way. You click around town, poke at objects, wait for certain times of day, and different scenes unlock depending on what you already screwed up or screwed. One run I spent ages orbiting the local professor, this classy-looking woman who talks like she teaches ethics but dresses like she cosplays her own students’ fantasies. Conversation with her starts academic, about motives and perception and all that, then suddenly she is pressing you against her office desk, whispering about “research” while her hand slides down your pants. It’s not just “sex scene, reward, next”. She keeps referencing previous choices, teasing you for hesitating when she first offered to “help you relax”, and if you push back she flips into this cool femdom mode, sitting on her chair and making you kneel between her legs while she explains moral philosophy like it’s foreplay. I wish the transitions between normal talk and horny talk were less abrupt sometimes, but at the same time that abruptness kind of feels right, like how real desire cuts into small talk without asking.

Next door is the milf who looks way too perfect for this shitty little town. She bakes, she smiles, she leans over in yoga pants in a way that absolutely counts as exhibitionism. She acts all caring, nostalgic about when you were younger, but the camera angle really cares only about her tits and her ass. You end up in these situations where you “help” her carry boxes, fix some minor thing in her house, and the reward rapidly goes from a hug to her guiding your head between her legs on the living room couch while some boring TV show is on in the background. There is this one scene where she pretends to be half asleep on the sofa and you are standing there, watching her nipples harden under the shirt, and the game lets you choose whether to be a good guy or quietly slide your hand under the fabric. It feels dirty in a very aware way, like the game is staring right into that part of your brain that always wonders what you would really do if nobody judged you. And then, when you think you have the pattern, the game throws that hidden baocat thing at you, so suddenly you are clicking around locations looking for a ridiculous little mascot that unlocks some extra lewd toy or secret animation. It is silly, breaks the mood, makes you grin, and somehow also makes the next blowjob scene feel more earned, because you hunted a stupid cat for it. The whole thing ends up like a horny detective diary: a slow burn of mysteries, voyeur moments, guilt-flavored orgasms, and the constant sense that Bolsdip itself is getting wetter and weirder the deeper you push.

There’s this weird moment when you’re playing, where you suddenly realize that in this world nobody is really “the guy” or “the girl” in the old boring way, and yet everybody is horny about power anyway. You’re this college professor, trans woman, looking very put-together on the surface, stylish outfits, that slightly strict teacher energy that makes you want to sit up straight and also get on your knees. The campus looks normal at first, everyday slice-of-life stuff, coffee in the staff room, awkward students, dumb meetings. Then conversations slowly twist into something more playful, more corrupted, like the world already accepted that gender is flexible, but people are still kinky little creeps about who gets to be on top. You’re respected by your colleagues, but they look at you with that extra second of eye contact, like they know you’re packing more than a gradebook under that skirt. The boyfriend exists, sure, sweet and supportive and kind of useless, which is funny, because the game pretends everything is fine while quietly setting up all these opportunities to ruin that “normal life” with your own hands.

What really hooked me was when the game stops flirting and actually lets you act on all that tension. There’s this scene with a shy femboy in your class, the kind that blushes just from you calling his name, and the dialogue lets you tease him slowly enough that you can almost hear his voice crack. You can be soft, patient, talking about his future and grades, and then without changing tone you slide into talking about how obedient he is, how cute his legs look when he crosses them. It feels like you’re directing your own audio drama, choosing where the pitch goes up, where you lean in, when you finally push him over that line. And because the MC is mostly the one on top, the camera and the writing both treat her as the center of gravity. She takes control in bed with the same calm authority she uses in the classroom, guiding a girl’s head down for a blowjob or pressing a trembling trans partner into the mattress for a deep, messy creampie. There’s a scene in a cramped office where you corner a female colleague who has been flirting for way too long, and you can practically imagine the sound of the chair wheels scraping as you pin her there, one hand on her throat, the other under her skirt, until she breaks and begs you to fuck her harder. It should be ridiculous, and it is, but the game knows it. It goes from serious psychological “who am I really” questions to you railing a cute futa on your desk like this is just another faculty meeting. And of course, I kept pausing the game thinking about how I would deliver those lines as a voice actor, where to add a breathy laugh, where to drag out a moan. Then I forgot completely and just clicked through, because seeing the professor pound that femboy into the bed while whispering in his ear about how good boys spread their legs for their teacher was way more interesting than analyzing anything.

You start out broke, horny, and honestly kind of useless. A futa drifter with nothing but a lazy streak and way too much libido, somehow stumbling into this weird-ass job at a place called Paradise. The name sounds cheesy until you realize it’s literally a building stuffed with girls from other worlds - some have tails, some have dicks, some just have that look like they know exactly what you’re thinking before you say it. You don’t do much at first. Walk around, chat, make bad choices. The kind of slow burn that feels like foreplay stretched over lazy afternoons. The world doesn’t rush you; it teases.

The demo’s short as hell, but it’s got this strange charm - like someone’s dirty dream half-coded into existence. You talk to three women (each hotter than the last, in their own freaky way), and there’s one full-on sex scene that goes harder than expected for such an early build. It’s not just the tits or the sweat or the sound of skin slapping - though, yeah, that’s there - it’s how close it gets to feeling personal. You’re not a faceless camera; you’re inside the mess, in first person, every grunt echoing right behind your ribs. The POV work’s filthy and intimate without trying too hard, which is rare for these kinds of games.

What sticks in my head though? Not the sex (well, not only). It’s the weird cozy tone under all that filth. Like a broken rom-com that accidentally grew a pair. You can feel the dev wanted to make something more than just a jerk tool. The characters flirt like real people - awkward, messy, a little too forward - and then go straight into positions that’d break a spine. One girl talks about love while she’s still dripping on your thigh. It’s janky, it’s short, it’s kinda dumb, but it’s got heart. The dirty kind. The kind that makes you grin when you realize you’ll come back for the next update just to see who else moves into Paradise.

Luke's got this whole university thing figured out - or at least he thinks he does. This isn't your typical college romance where some awkward freshman stumbles through dating mishaps. Nah, Luke's been through this rodeo before, literally. Time loops, resets, whatever you want to call it - he's lived his first year over and over until he's basically gaming the system. Now he's ready for what he calls "Phase Two," which sounds way more strategic than it probably should be for a guy just trying to get laid.

The whole premise is pretty wild when you think about it. Luke's essentially become a relationship speedrunner, knowing exactly which buttons to push with each girl. There's this maid cafe setup that becomes central to everything - because of course there is. The game throws you into managing relationships with different girls who each have their own specific kinks and fetishes. One minute you're dealing with some vanilla romance situation, next thing you know you're deep in BDSM territory or watching some serious NTR unfold. The variety is honestly overwhelming sometimes. You've got your classic anime parody characters mixed in too - I spotted what looked like Nico Robin and Boa Hancock variants, which feels both nostalgic and weird at the same time.

What gets me is how the game handles the whole "perfect base" concept Luke keeps talking about. It's like he's treating relationships like some kind of RPG stat management, which... honestly isn't that far from reality if we're being real here. The turn-based combat elements feel randomly thrown in, but somehow work with the overall simulator vibe. There's phone interactions, dating mechanics, and this whole corruption progression system that gets pretty intense. The multiple endings thing means you're constantly second-guessing your choices, wondering if you're optimizing for the right fetish path or missing out on some kinky scenario. Luke might have his advantage, but navigating all these relationship dynamics still feels like controlled chaos.