Aquifer Technologies looks like one of those boring corporate places on LinkedIn, but the game turns that into a fetish playground so hard it feels almost illegal. You’re the CEO, technically the big boss, but that title doesn’t mean shit once Elizabeth walks into a scene. She’s this tall, super stacked, very mature office mom who treats you like a kid that somehow got promoted by accident. Half of the fun is that weird humiliation: you’re supposed to be the powerful one, but she talks to you like you still need help tying your shoes. The whole thing starts pretty tame, just emails and small talk about cybersecurity, and then suddenly she’s asking you to dinner and the vibe flips from “HR-friendly” to “I’m going to milk your brain and your dick at the same time.”

What I liked is how soft it starts. You’re sitting across from her at dinner, and she’s talking about company secrets, quarterly stuff, how the new security update is so important, and the whole time her cleavage is just there, heavy and calm, like it knows you’re going to surrender anyway. You pick a choice that feels innocent, and the next moment she’s leaning closer, brushing your leg, calling you “good boy” in that playful tone that is not actually playful at all. It’s manipulative and motherly and horny, all mixed. The scenes ramp from simple boob focus to full-on breast worship where you’re basically kneeling at your own subordinate’s chest, pretending you’re still in charge. And yeah, there is actual breastfeeding. Like, she holds your head and makes you suck, and talks to you in that patient, slightly cold way, like she’s training a puppy and interrogating a spy at the same time. I played one route where I tried to act like a serious CEO, tough guy, and she still found a way to sit me down, pull her blouse open and say something like “You look stressed, sweetheart. Let Mommy help you relax,” and suddenly my big “professional” choices didn’t feel very big at all.

The choices change more than I expected, by the way. One time I let slip some info about the cybersecurity update, thinking it was just flavor, and the whole evening spiraled into this darker scene where she uses that as leverage. She presses her tits around your face until you can’t breathe right, whispering questions about passwords and confidential data, and it’s fucked up how good that suffocation feels. In another path she’s more gentle, almost wholesome, holding you in her arms while you cum on her chest, then giving you this quiet, smug smile like “see, this is where you belong.” I kinda hate how often she calls you “little man” and pats your head like a kid, and also I went back to see every single variation of it, so that says something nasty about me I guess. There’s one small thing that annoyed me: sometimes the game puts a choice at a moment when I just wanted to keep staring at her tits without thinking, like my horny brain is not ready to “decide my fate” while she’s got her nipple brushing my lips. But whatever, I still clicked, still got dragged deeper into that mommy spiral, still ended up blabbing company secrets into her cleavage like a drunk toddler CEO. And I’d totally say I’m done with it, but I already know I’m going back to try and be “resistant and professional” again, just to watch Elizabeth break me in a slightly different way.

Goblins losing a war and running away with their tails between their legs is already funny, but here it turns into something really filthy, really fast. You start with this tiny bunch of ugly little bastards in the middle of nowhere, no loot, no weapons worth shit, no hope, just horny rage and a half burned camp. They’re pissed, they’re mean, and the only actual “resource” they care about is soft human flesh. So the whole story grows from that: these losers trying to claw their way back to power by grabbing every woman they can get their grubby claws on, breaking her will, fucking her stupid, and using her as breeding stock like some kind of perverted livestock farm. It sounds harsh on paper, yeah, but the game is honest about it. There’s no fake romance here, no “maybe she secretly likes it” nonsense, just raw domination, harassment, groping in dark corners, forced service in muddy tents, and the goblins laughing in the background while her dignity hits the floor.

What caught my fanfic brain is how it feels a bit like someone took the usual “hero saves the village from monsters” fantasy and wrote a filthy bad ending, then said “ok, now that bad end is the canon timeline”. Women who would be noble heroines in some JRPG get dragged half naked through the dirt, tied up like trophies, then slowly corrupted until you can send them back out to lure more victims. One moment you see a captured warrior still threatening the goblins, and a few scenes later she’s on her knees, drooling around a fat green cock in her mouth, eyes glazed because her ass just got wrecked from behind. The animated scenes lean into that humiliation vibe a lot: goblins slapping tits, grabbing hair, spitting, using her throat like a toy while another one stuffs her pussy and pumps a thick creampie into her, then making fun of her for “enjoying” it when she shivers. Sometimes the camera lingers too long on the same angle and it feels a bit janky, but weirdly that rough look fits the whole dirty goblin den mood. You’re not in some shiny palace; you’re in a stinking breeding pit where moans mix with goblin giggles.

Pregnancy and breeding isn’t just flavor text either. There’s this nasty thrill when you watch a proud paladin get used again and again until the game flat out tells you she’s knocked up, carrying goblin spawn. Later scenes show her more submissive, clothes ripped for easy access, belly starting to show while they still use her mouth and ass like nothing changed. It reminds me of fan endings where the “defeated heroine” keeps visiting the monster lair because her body is ruined for normal life, except here you’re the one pushing her down that slope on purpose. Anal is never treated like a special romantic thing, just another hole to claim. Sometimes they don’t even bother with prep, they just shove in and enjoy her pained scream, then ride it out until she’s whimpering and twitching. Honestly some of the oral scenes were hotter for me: being forced to swallow, getting face fucked until tears and drool smear all over, that kind of total control. If you like corruption, take your time, don’t rush. Let the same girl appear in multiple scenes, watch how her expressions change, how her pride slowly breaks. Play with the pacing a bit and you’ll squeeze way more out of every dirty little animation than just “click, cum, skip”.

Alyssia wakes up in the dark like the world forgot her. No memories, no name on her tongue, just this slow echo of fear and heat under the skin. The first thing that cuts through the fog is your voice in her head. Not some noble guardian angel crap, not a perfect hero. Just you, whispering into this pretty little warrior with big soft breasts, thick thighs and that perfect ass you immediately want to see pressed against something hungry. The game doesn’t rush. It lets her stumble through ruined hallways and dead forests, half naked in shredded armor, breathing loud enough that you almost feel it in your own chest. Every sound is close to the ear: the squish of mud, her boots scraping stone, her tiny gasps when she brushes against a corrupted vine that twitches a bit too eager against her legs. You’re not clicking through a checklist. You’re… inside her skull, nudging her toward danger or safety, and the line between those two starts to blur so fast it’s almost funny.

The crazy part is how quiet it gets right before the fucked up stuff happens. No big horror sting, no “watch out!” flashing. She turns a corner, the music goes almost silent, you feel this slow pressure in your chest, and then some shadow thing with too many limbs pins her to a wall and that’s it. Armor bent aside, tits spilling, eyes wide, and you’re choosing what she says, if she fights, if she gives in. First time a monster shoves something thick and wet between her lips, she tries to bite, to resist, gagging around it while another tendril slips between her cheeks and starts teasing her ass. And you can tell the artists had fun here. The AI CG looks like someone begged the model to worship curves. Her body is soft but strong, the way her stomach tightens when she’s lifted up and spread, pussy dripping while she gets filled front and back. Double stuffed, her moans half anger, half confused arousal as you decide if she clings to her lost “honor” or lets that corruption seep deeper. Sometimes the camera lingers on simple things, like a strand of spit connecting her mouth to a fat monster cock after a messy blowjob, or cum leaking out in a slow drip after a brutal creampie that leaves her shaking and glassy eyed. And yeah, I wish the UI text wasn’t that tiny in one of the dialogue menus, but anyway, back to her getting railed.

There’s this romantic thread sneaking through the filth that caught me off guard. If you keep pulling her toward softer choices, she’ll start talking to you like you’re her lover, not just a voice. She blushes when you tell her she did good, even when she’s on her knees, face splattered, swallowing every last drop like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. You can steer her into something sweeter, tender kisses before sex, the way she slowly relaxes when a human-looking partner takes her gently, sliding into her wet pussy while she wraps her legs around their waist and actually smiles. Or you can drag her down to the point she doesn’t even flinch when something huge pushes into her ass and pussy at the same time, her mind so twisted by you that multiple penetration feels like home now. The game remembers those choices. She learns to beg. Or she learns to love. Or both, which is honestly the best outcome. One run she ends in a warm embrace, another she’s a used little toy for whatever monsters crawl out of the dark, dripping cum, eyes lost, completely yours in the worst way. And not gonna lie, the moment she looks at the “camera” and whispers “Stay with me… don’t leave my head” after everything you made her do? That hit harder than it should.

You come back from a boring business trip with a head full of spreadsheets and hotel porn, expecting your cute newlywed wife to jump on you at the door. Instead she’s napping in the middle of the afternoon, hair messy, phone too close to her hand, and you get this weird little punch in the gut that something’s off. Not “she forgot to feed the cat” off. More like “someone else might have been in this bed” off. She smiles, kisses you, acts sweet, but that tiny delay before she answers simple questions just keeps scratching at your brain. The game takes that small uncomfortable feeling and just keeps poking it, harder and harder, while you try to convince yourself you’re just tired and paranoid. Spoiler: you’re probably not.

The whole thing hangs on that one stupid selfie she sent you while you were away. You know the one. Lingerie that you didn’t even know she owned, tits squeezed up like she’s trying to win a contest, eyes a little too needy. At first you were just horny and you jerked off to it alone in your hotel room. Later, back home, you stare at it again and finally see it: three fingertips on the edge of the frame, some stranger’s hand trying to stay out of view. That tiny detail turns your brain into a crime scene. From there the story slips between your perspective and hers. On your side, you’re walking around the house like a detective in denial, clicking through small things that suddenly feel like clues: the subtle smell on the sheets that is not your cologne, her panties in the laundry that are more lace and less “comfortable wife mode”, her slightly glazed look when you touch her, like she’s comparing you to someone else in her head. On her side, it’s this slow, messy slide from “happy new bride” into “I shouldn’t do this” and then right into “I want him to do it again” while her body language gets looser and her ahegao face shows up more often than you want to admit turns you on a bit too.

Sex scenes aren’t just random porn stops, they sneak up on you. One moment you’re arguing in the kitchen about something stupid, next moment the game cuts to how she spent that same time earlier with another guy, bra on the floor, those big breasts bouncing while she rides him and moans into a pillow so the neighbors won’t hear. Creampies that hit way too raw because you know that same pussy is what you’re supposed to be “making love” to later like some clueless husband. Sometimes you get to fuck her too, and that’s the worst part, because the CG shows her eyes rolling back a bit more when she’s remembering his cock instead of yours. Lingerie that she wears “for you” is actually what he already tore off once. There’s this mystery thread running under everything, not just “who is he” but “how far did she go, and when did it really start” and the more you see her side, the less clean the answer feels. It’s not obedient wife corrupted in one night. It’s little choices, late messages, risky selfies, one kiss that should have stopped but didn’t, and then your whole married life is sitting on the edge of a knife and everyone is pretending not to see the blood. And yeah, the story is kinda linear, but honestly, when you’re watching your own wife slowly turn into someone else’s favorite toy, you don’t feel like you have many choices anyway.

Jennifer starts as this kinda stuck up, kinda lost girl who suddenly has to deal with dead dad, weird inheritance, and oh yeah, surprise, you’re a witch now. Not the cute cartoon type. More like “your body is a fucking weapon and everyone around you is low‑key a perv about it” type. Game drops you in with her already stacked like a hentai thumbnail: huge tits, fat ass, tight clothes that absolutely are not work‑appropriate, and then lets the world react to that in the worst possible ways. First thing that hit me was how much the camera loves her. It keeps finding angles where her boobs fill half the screen when she talks to someone, or when she climbs stairs the shot sort of lags behind her ass like a horny dog. It’s not subtle. Sometimes it’s actually too much, I caught myself trying to click past dialog and just staring at jiggle physics like an idiot. Then again, that’s kind of the point, right? Or maybe the point is something else, I forgot halfway when the shop guy “accidentally” pressed up against her back during a cutscene and the game just lets it happen.

What I liked way too much is how the game treats “private” moments. Jennifer’s room becomes this little porn stage. You come back after some event, she’s annoyed or stressed or maybe just bored, and you can send her to bed or to shower or just make her laze around. That’s where the voyeur thing kicks hard. You’re not exactly roleplaying her, it feels more like you’re watching her and giving little nudges. She changes clothes, bends over, checks herself in the mirror, and you start thinking “ok, this is harmless,” and then she sits on the bed, hand under panties, and suddenly it’s not harmless at all. There’s a scene where she tries to masturbate quietly because someone is sleeping nearby, and the camera just hangs on her face, half guilt, half need, while you hear soft wet sounds. Nothing fancy, but it hit like porn hidden in a normal game. Except this is not a normal game at all, obviously. She keeps telling herself “just a quick one” and you can choose to push it further or cut it short. I always say I’ll be tasteful and then, yeah, no.

Outside the bedroom, the sandbox stuff makes it feel like a horny daily routine sim. You wander around the town or mansion, talk to people, poke at quests, all that typical RPGM structure, but almost every location has some chance for Jennifer to be touched, brushed, cornered. Some scenes feel like accidents: a crowded hallway where hands stay a bit too long, a drunk guy “stabilizing” her by grabbing her waist and obviously sliding lower, or a perv pretending to sleep while his hand drifts on her thigh. Other scenes are straight out assault and the game doesn’t exactly moralize about it. It actually bothered me at first how often folks just grope her like she’s public property, and then five minutes later I was saving right before those scenes to replay them. The sleep stuff is fucked up in a way that’s so deliberate the game practically winks at you. Camera lingers on her sleeping form, clothes a little displaced, breathing slow, and then someone’s shadow leans in. Or sometimes it’s just you watching her sleep and zooming in on skin, which is weirdly intimate and horny at the same time. The 3D look sells all that, by the way. Faces are a bit plastic sometimes, but her curves are ridiculous in motion. I hated how stiff some animations are, except during the actual lewd parts where suddenly everything moves just enough to make you stare. It’s kind of trashy, kind of hot, kinda repetitive, and I still found myself sneaking another “quick run” on my lunch break at the office with Slack open on second monitor like that would save me if someone walked in.

Clara feels like the classic “good girl who moved to the city and thinks she’s independent now”, until you start messing with her head. The game sells itself as romance, but if you’re here for just cute couple stuff, you’re probably in the wrong part of the internet. This is about slowly twisting a girl who wants to be strong into someone who shivers when you tell her to kneel. Not right away. At first it’s just messages, small tasks, “wear this” or “don’t wear that” when she goes outside. She blushes, argues, says no, then does it anyway. That’s the sweet spot for me. The teasing feels personal, like that moment when you type something in Telegram you know is too much, and then hit send anyway.

The nice thing is, Clara isn’t just a cardboard cutout with tits and a blank face. She complains. She overthinks. She sends you those long, awkward texts where she tries to sound confident and ends up sounding horny and confused. There’s a scene where you tell her exactly how to undress in front of the mirror, one piece at a time, and she keeps typing “this is stupid” but never actually stops. The way the game lets you push her into stripping for you while she pretends she’s not enjoying it is kind of evil and kind of perfect. Sometimes I wished she’d resist harder, then in the next scene I got annoyed when she did. I know that makes zero sense, but that’s how it feels. Also, one tiny thing: her hair shines like she has a shampoo sponsorship, and it started to distract me. I kept thinking “ok, we got it, she’s a redhead, now choke her already”. The so-called “rules” you give her start off simple and then suddenly you’re reading her writing about what it felt like when she wasn’t allowed to touch herself all day, and you can almost feel her frustration leaking out of the screen.

The corruption part is slow enough that you can savor it, but still dirty. At the start she insists she’s not into this power thing, then a couple of scenes later she’s wet just from being told what panties to wear. There’s one moment where she’s sitting in her new apartment, legs pressed together, trying to “be good” and not break the rule you gave her, and she ends up humiliating herself in the most sweet way. That whole fantasy of being the calm guy who holds all the strings while she tries to pretend she isn’t begging for it, yeah, the game really leans into that. You get romantic bits too, not all is rough. She sends soft little messages, asks if you’re proud of her, kinda breaks your heart right after you made her do something filthy. The mix of devotion and dirty orders works better than it should. At some point you stop being sure where her limit is, or if she even has one anymore, and honestly I’m not sure I want to find it. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Jake comes crawling back home with his life completely fucked, and the house basically looks at him like “oh, you thought you were done with us?” The place is out on the edge of nowhere, quiet in that wrong way, where the shadows feel like they’re paying attention. His “family” is there, but they’re not really how he remembers them. The milf who used to worry if he wore a scarf outside is suddenly dressing like she knows exactly how her tits bounce when she leans over his bed. The cute sister-type who used to steal his hoodies now “forgets” to wear pants in the hallway. Everybody’s acting normal and absolutely not normal at the same time. They smile too long. They touch him too casually. They say things that sound caring and then twist right at the end and feel like a threat. Or a promise. Hard to tell with a hard-on.

What makes it hit different is how the erotic stuff is tangled into the horror, not on top of it. One moment Jake is staring at a door that keeps closing itself, hearing breathing on the other side. The next he’s in the bathroom, and the milf is in there already, towel slipping, water dripping down those ridiculous heavy tits, and she just watches him watch her. No “oops, I didn’t hear you come in.” Just silent eye contact and the smallest smirk, like she’s waiting for him to break first. Then later you find out she’s hiding something way worse than a horny mood. A phone he didn’t know she had. Recordings she shouldn’t have. Angry texts from some unknown number that knows exactly where he sleeps and who he’s been touching. There’s blackmail threads crawling through the whole house, everybody has dirt on everybody, and the game likes to tease you with “ok, you can say no here” right when your cock is already screaming yes. And if you push into the more fucked up paths, the netorare and corruption bits hit pretty heavy. Watching the girl you’ve been quietly obsessing over get bent open by something not exactly human, eyes rolled back in full ahegao while you’re forced to watch or even help, is the kind of scene that stays in your head when you’re trying to scroll Twitter later and pretend you’re normal. Some of the supernatural stuff really leans into that: hands that look like yours touching her first, voices in her ear that sound like you telling her to open wider, a futanari “relative” that suddenly shows up in certain branches with a cock that absolutely ruins whoever she gets her hands on. There is one scene where you’re sneaking through the hall at night and catch the milf on all fours in front of a door that should be locked, getting railed by something you can barely see, and when she looks back, her face is half hers, half something else, drool and tears and total sex-drunk ahegao, and she still whispers your name instead of the monster’s. That shit is messed up and hot at the same time, which feels illegal but here we are.

What I kinda love and kinda hate is how petty some of the choices feel. You’re thinking “ok, I’m going to solve this paranormal mystery” and then the game hits you with “do you peek at her showering again or not?” and it actually matters. You ignore her once and later she is cold as ice, you peek too often and the whole vibe becomes exhibitionist on purpose, like she starts leaving doors open just to see how far she can break you. There are lesbian scenes that show up only if you screw up a relationship so badly that the girls stop giving themselves to you and start fucking each other instead, and it lands more like a punishment than a reward. Kind of hurts in that good ntr way, like the game is laughing in your face, telling you “yeah, you had your chance.” The blackmail routes get properly nasty: one of my favorite messed up bits was finding a hidden folder on a laptop, opening a video and realizing it’s your girl being fucked while she keeps saying she’s only doing this so “he doesn’t leak the stuff about you.” Not sure if it’s more horny or humiliating, but I clicked replay like five times anyway. And then some endings flip everything, turning you from scared loser to the actual corrupt thing lurking in the house, twisting the women, parading them half-naked in the living room while anyone or anything can watch. I kept telling myself “ok, that’s too far” while still picking the dirtiest choice every time. My only real complaint is stupid: sometimes a text box covers the exact part of the animation I’m staring at, and it pisses me off more than the ghost stuff. I adjust the window, I click ahead too fast, I miss a line, then I have to backscroll like an idiot. Still, when the game hits one of those perfect horror-sex combos, like hearing scratching on the walls while the milf rides you so hard her tits slap against her chest and the light flickers and something is definitely watching from the corner, all that annoyance just sort of melts into “ok, one more scene, then I stop.” Which is a lie, obviously.

Heroes University H feels like someone mashed together a superhero campus anime, a horny doujin and those dumb quiz games you secretly played in high school computer class, then said “ok, now your cock is basically a magic gadget”. You roll in as the new student in this academy where everyone is supposed to be training to save the world, but actually they’re mostly busy flirting, flexing powers and trying not to get caught fucking behind the gym. There’s this whole “hidden villain agent on campus” thing going on, so you’re technically doing an investigation, but it keeps turning into you “interrogating” girls in very not safe for work ways. What I liked is that you actually make your own guy, so you don’t feel stuck with some random boring anime face. Name, build, that kind of thing, and then the game goes, by the way, your dick is a shapeshifter. Yeah. It stretches, bulks up, makes new shapes, basically adapts to whatever girl you’re with. At first it sounds really stupid, then you hit a scene where you’re with this tiny nerdy support mage girl and your dick politely adjusts so she doesn’t break in half, and you’re like “ok, that’s kinda genius”. Next moment you’re with a tall muscle heroine and it turns into a thick monster like it’s auditioning for a hentai cover. Honestly I laughed, then I was turned on, then laughed again, it feels very hentai comic brain in a good way and also kind of dumb in a good way.

Campus itself is handled with a map and I both liked and hated that. Clicking around from dorms to training grounds to library to some sketchy off-campus bar feels like scrolling Google Maps while horny. Sometimes you get cute little scenes where you bump into a girl running late to class, help her pick up her notes, then three choices later you’re in a locker room pretending to “check her for injuries” and licking her neck. Other times you just wander like an idiot, no event, nothing, and I kept thinking “why the hell did I open this stupid hallway again”. Still, those quiet laps around the map kind of build the vibe of being stuck at a big messy university full of hot weirdos. The girls make it work. You’ve got the obvious hero types, shiny costume, big boobs, big ego, always talking about justice while they’re blushing because your cock just changed shape mid-blowjob. There’s also more casual ones, like a girl who spends all her time on her phone in the courtyard, tapping away on TikTok or Telegram chats, and during one scene I swear I recognized the sound of a real Discord ping when she ignored you to check a DM, that gave me flashbacks to when my WhatsApp ruined a make out once. The routes play out through simple talk choices, some dates, little minigames where you’re pretending to do training or class work but you’re just waiting for the next chance to use the “wonder power”. And yeah, that power is wild: the game keeps giving you moments where you choose how to use it, like go gentle, go huge, go weird shape, and the girl reacts differently, moaning harder or getting shy or suddenly turning surprisingly dominant. I wish there was a bit more punishment for stupid choices but also I know I’d complain if I locked myself out of scenes, so whatever, I’ll stay a coward. Sex scenes go pretty hard, by the way. No coy fade out. You see her grabbing the sheets, drooling, begging you to adjust “just like that”, and sometimes the story remembers there’s a villain to catch, right in the middle of a blowjob, which feels exactly like when you have 20 unread work emails but Pornhub is open anyway. You’re supposed to be a hero, you’re busy reshaping your dick to fit a girl’s ass like a plug. Priorities.

Goldream hits that weird sweet spot between horny wish-fulfillment and some drama that actually kinda hurts if you let it. You arrive in this flashy city that looks like it was built from rich people’s wet dreams and bad decisions, with a secret mission you’re absolutely not ready for, and suddenly every route feels like you’re starring in some horny anime that forgot what genre it was. One moment it’s goofy flirting, stupid jokes, boobs in your face, next moment it’s like “oh, right, people have trauma and regrets and shit.” Feels like those shows where you expect only fanservice and then, out of nowhere, they hit you with an emotional backstory that actually lands. The fun part is how often the game lets you steer into trashy choices: lie to her, sleep with her, betray him, act like a hero, act like a total dog. Some routes let you pretend you’re this noble main character with a heart of gold, others let you lean hard into being a manipulative bastard who just uses the city as an open buffet. I liked that the game doesn’t always pat you on the head for choosing the “good” option. Sometimes you’re trying to be nice and it backfires, and sometimes you pick the scummy choice and the scene is insanely hot and nobody calls you out. Feels wrong in the right way.

The sex scenes are where it really yanks you out of whatever you were doing. You’re just reading normal dialogue, and suddenly you click one line and you’re balls-deep in a full-on explicit scene that goes way further than the build-up suggested. There’s one moment in a back alley, where you’re supposed to just meet someone quietly, and if you needle her personality a bit, she snaps and it turns into this messy, angry, needy fuck that honestly feels more like a fight with tongues and fingers than a “romantic” thing. Another time you’re in this high-end hotel room, the kind of place that screams “nobody here is happy, but everyone is loaded,” and the girl tries to keep up this cold, cool attitude while she’s riding you and just keeps losing it, slipping in little desperate lines like she hates herself for enjoying it. The writing sometimes stumbles with the English, but weirdly it helps, makes it feel less like sterilized porn text and more like someone actually trying to describe what it’s like to be drunk on lust and a little bit stupid. I will say, some early scenes drag too much, like the game is scared you’ll miss a single emotional beat, and then later it’ll skip right past a moment that absolutely deserved a full lewd payoff. Also, I’m still mad at one specific choice where I clearly flirted, the girl clearly wanted it, and the game just faded to black like I suddenly turned into a saint. Coward move. But then a few routes later it throws you into stuff that feels almost too intense, like it’s daring you to reload your save but you don’t, because you kind of want to see how badly this city can chew you up.