Prince Aetrian looks like one of those guys who has everything. Soft bed, soft clothes, soft hands that never touched anything rougher than a book or Jarrod’s hair. He’s the golden boy of Eldrark, raised on fancy rules and “proper duty” and all that royal crap, and he’s already accepted that one day he’s going to wear the crown and play the perfect ruler. The funny part is, the one thing that really matters to him isn’t the crown at all, it’s his servant. Jarrod. The guy who follows him around, cleans up his mess, knows exactly how he looks when he’s angry, or horny, or scared, and still calls him “my prince” like it means something private. The game just throws you into their little bubble of comfort, then casually says, nah, fuck that, we’re changing everything now, hope you’re attached to this world, because it’s about to twist.

The whole thing is a kinetic novel so you’re not here to “min-max routes” or whatever, you’re basically sitting in the back of their heads while shit happens to them. It’s short, so the story hits fast. One moment Aetrian is passing as the obedient royal son who tries really hard not to stare too long at his own servant’s chest when he’s changing clothes, next moment he’s stuck in a situation where pretending not to be in love with Jarrod makes absolutely no sense. There’s this quiet scene where Aetrian is supposed to be studying and Jarrod is nearby, pretending to dust shelves, and the sexual tension is like, thick, and stupid. Aetrian fingers the edge of a page like he wants it to be skin instead, and Jarrod is carefully avoiding eye contact, but you can tell he’s memorized every inch of the prince’s body under those layers. When it finally slips from long looks and careful touches into actual hands on skin, it feels messy and honest, not like porn logic. You get slow, teasing strokes, the kind of handjob where one of them is trying to stay quiet because there’s a door not far away and someone could walk in. There’s a point where Aetrian bites down hard on his own knuckles while Jarrod jerks him off, trying not to moan his name too loud, and I swear I could feel that nervous, needy energy in my own throat. The first time Aetrian pushes in and doesn’t pull out, it’s not some grand declaration, it’s more like, “I can’t let you go, not anywhere, not even out of my body,” and yeah, the creampie is more emotional than it has any right to be in a furry fantasy story.

What I really liked is that their relationship actually feels queer in a good way, not some fake “no homo” fake-out. It’s two guys who know exactly what they’re risking by wanting each other and they still do it. You get those tiny moments where Jarrod’s hand lingers on Aetrian’s shoulder a bit too long, where Aetrian watches the way Jarrod’s tail moves when he’s nervous, and it’s not joked away. It’s romantic and horny at the same time, like, “I want to fuck you, but also I’d die if anything happened to you,” and both are true in the same breath. The world itself feels like it has depth without shoving lore down your throat. Names of other places and stories pop up and you just feel like, okay, this kingdom has history, there are other tales happening in the background, but right now, in this story, it’s just these two idiots trying to hold onto each other while fate yanks the rug. I kind of wish there was one more scene of them just being dumb and domestic after everything explodes, like Aetrian trying to make breakfast and failing while Jarrod laughs, but that’s probably not happening. The art has that soft 2D style that fits the mood, not super glossy, not ugly either, just cozy in a slightly awkward way, like a sketchbook that got horny and sentimental at the same time. The only thing that pissed me off is that one outfit Aetrian wears that looks like it’d take ten minutes just to unbutton before you can even touch his chest properly, and they never bother to change it. If you go in hoping to spam choices, you’ll be disappointed, but if you just let the story wash over you and enjoy every stolen look, every shaky breath, every sticky, possessive finish that says “you’re mine,” it’s a pretty sweet, filthy little fantasy to get lost in for a while.

This RWBY parody game puts you in the shoes of a "counselor" at Beacon Academy, and let me tell you - the therapy sessions get pretty hands-on. You're supposedly there to help these huntresses with their emotional problems, but we all know where this is heading. The corruption mechanics are actually decent for what they are, though the dialogue can be cringe sometimes. Like Yang will be all tough one moment then suddenly acting like she's never seen a dick before.

The point-and-click interface works fine I guess, nothing revolutionary but it gets the job done. You click around, find the right spots, watch some scenes unfold. Ruby's storyline is probably the most developed - starts innocent enough but holy shit does it escalate quickly. Blake's got this whole submissive thing going on that feels pretty authentic to her character, and Weiss... well, she's still a prissy bitch but now she's YOUR prissy bitch if you play your cards right. The Malachite twins show up too which was unexpected but welcome.

What really sells this game though is how it doesn't take itself too seriously. The humor actually lands most of the time, even when you're balls deep in corrupting these girls. There's this one scene with Glynda where she's trying to maintain her professional demeanor while you're... let's just say providing very unconventional therapy techniques. The sexual harassment tag isn't kidding around - you're basically abusing your position of authority left and right, but in a fantasy context that somehow works. Pyrrha's content feels a bit rushed compared to the main girls, and don't get me started on how buggy some of the later scenes can be. But when it works, it really fucking works. The 3D models aren't groundbreaking but they capture the characters well enough that you'll recognize who you're corrupting.

You’re stuck at your desk, pretending to fill some Excel sheet, and this game is exactly the kind of shit that turns “I’ll just check it quickly” into “oh fuck, why am I sweating in the office.” The setup is simple: you’ve been a useless recluse for years, then your dad suddenly calls and boom, you’re dropped into a house full of three new stepsisters with ridiculous bodies and zero respect for personal space. It starts off pretty tame, just small teasing, some accidental touching, that feeling of “this is wrong as fuck but I’m not gonna stop,” and then it slowly ramps into full-on erotic chaos. I like that it doesn’t shove everything in your face at once, even though it kinda does anyway. You’re living with them, they keep walking around half-dressed, and at some point you stop pretending you’re not staring at their tits every time they lean over the couch.

The models are all that thick-for-no-reason style, big tits and big asses that make you double-check no one’s walking behind you when you’re scrolling with your mouse wheel. They use smooth animations for small things, like the way a hand slides over a thigh during groping, or how her boobs bounce when she pushes them together for a titfuck. It’s not just click, cutscene, done. It lingers. There’s one scene where you’re “helping” your stepsister with something on her laptop in her room, she pretends she doesn’t notice your eyes going straight to her cleavage, and then she shifts a little closer so your arm is pressed to the side of her tits. Nothing even happens yet, but it fucked me up way more than a simple “here’s a blowjob scene” would. Then later she casually asks if you’re “distracted” and drops to her knees like it’s a normal thing to do in the hallway. The blowjob there feels dirty as hell because you know someone could walk out of another room any second, and the sound of her sucking is loud enough that I turned my speakers down instinctively. The messed up part? I kinda wish there was a scene where you actually get caught, but also I really don’t want that, at all.

My favorite type of content here is that mix of teasing and exhibitionism. One of the girls clearly gets off on making you hard and pretending she’s innocent. She’ll “accidentally” bend over in front of you in these tiny shorts, you get this close-up camera view of her ass basically eating the fabric, and then she asks some normal question like what you want for breakfast. There’s a moment where she sits on your lap to “save space” on the couch, and you’re trying to keep your hands respectful while she shifts around and you can feel her ass through thin cloth. She catches you at night masturbating once, too, and instead of freaking out she leans in the doorway in a tank top with no bra and just watches you for a bit, then slowly slides her hand into her own panties while you lock eyes. That scene sold the whole game for me. There’s oral, handjobs, titfucks, everything keeps building like that, one bad decision after another, and sometimes I wish the pacing was a bit faster but then a slow burn jerk in the bathroom hits harder than a rushed gangbang anyway. The only thing that bothered me way more than it should is how one of the girls always holds her phone at this weird angle during a scene and it just looks awkward as hell. I kept staring at the phone instead of her tits and now it lives rent free in my head. Anyway, if you’re into that “I shouldn’t want this but fuck, I really do” vibe, you’ll know exactly what part of your brain this game is poking.

You close your eyes in your boring bedroom and open them in the kind of fever dream only people who stayed too long on hentai subreddits would recognize. Floor’s not even yours. Gravity feels slightly drunk. There’s a catgirl kneeling on your chest like you’re furniture, tail flicking over your mouth while she argues with a floating robot about whether you count as “property” or “partner.” She’s wearing this half-assed cosplay mashup that looks like someone tried to mix maid uniform with battle gear and gave up halfway. She keeps “testing” your reactions. Fingers tracing your crotch through your pants, nails dragging just a bit too slow, telling the robot to record your pulse when she gropes you. She keeps saying it’s “for science” but she’s grinding on your thigh while she says it, so yeah. Science with nipple clamps and a collar.

The game plays like some horny sandbox dating sim that drank too much sci-fi and shonen anime. You wander a weird city that looks medieval if you squint, until a neon sign pops up over an elf brothel and ruins the illusion. There’s monster girls tending stalls and they all look at you like you’re a walking virgin buff. Some of them actually say it. Out loud. One big-titted cyclops girl literally bets you she can make you cum from a handjob without letting you thrust at all, and the game actually locks your inputs and makes you watch her smug face while she squeezes and strokes and slows down right before your bar hits full. She spits on your tip, smirks, denies you on purpose, and then asks if she can tag you as a “denied client” in her app. I swear it felt more humiliating than losing in ranked on Valorant.

What really messed with me was how often the world pretends sex is just another stat. There’s an elf matron who checks your “breeding potential” like she’s scanning a QR code, talks about your balls like they’re gear in an RPG, then drags you behind a curtain and mounts you slow, riding you raw while lecturing you on proper thrust rhythm. She keeps squeezing her pregnant belly against your stomach, milk leaking down on your chest, telling you this is your “future” if you keep signing slave contracts without reading them. Then, same game, you’re in a dirty alley watching two girls in cosplay dom gear spit on a chained-up maid and use her face for practice. One sits on her nose, the other pinches her nipples till she squirts all over the ground, and you don’t even get to join unless you agree to be collared too. The childhood friend with the short hair finds out later, pins you in the wrestling ring, sits on your face and rubs herself all over your mouth while punching your stomach lightly every time you try to breathe, calling you a perv and making you say whose slave you want to be. She keeps pretending she’ll let you cum if you answer “correct,” then pulls away right when you’re twitching, laughing in that half-cruel, half-affectionate way that makes your brain melt.

Group scenes happen so casually it almost feels wrong. You walk into a bathhouse and suddenly there’s a harem of different races arguing over who gets your cock first. One girl wants anal, one wants your mouth, one just wants to milk you with her tits. They line you up, use your body like a shared toy, switch places without asking, and the camera just lingers on wet skin, dripping cum, drooling mouths. A robot hovers overhead and records everything for “research,” again, but secretly you find that same recording in your room later and, yeah, you end up jerking off to your own humiliation. Sometimes the game makes you just watch. A lesbian dom scene behind a glass wall, another girl getting spanked till her ass glows red, then shoved full of a dildo while she cries and smiles at the same time. You can’t help. You can only stare. And worse, the UI tracks how long you watched, and some characters tease you about it later like they saw your browser history. Not gonna lie, some of the animated ahegao faces look stupid as hell, tongues flopping like broken gifs, but then one of them starts squirting on your abs while begging for more and your brain just forgives everything.

I kept wishing they’d at least let me change one stupid tiny thing, like that ugly default collar you get tagged with in the early slave arc, but no, it stays in every sex scene for hours, mocking you quietly. You go from shy virgin to the guy who’s creampied an orc, an elf, a catgirl, and something with too many tentacles, and still that same cheap collar sits on your neck, reminding you you’re never fully in control here. It’s messy, horny, mean, sometimes sweet by accident, like when the pregnant catgirl curls around you in bed, leaking milk on your chest and purring while you lazily finger her and she tries not to moan too loud. Then she ruins the moment, calls the robot, and asks it to replay earlier footage of you getting pegged so she can laugh at your face while you cum again inside her. This whole world feels like that: one long, sweaty joke on you that somehow keeps you hard anyway.