New city, no time, laundry buzzing in the background, WhatsApp full of school chats, and somehow this game still got me horny as hell. You start as this tired female student who’s supposed to be focused on thesis and job hunting, but honestly the first time a tall futa with a cock poking through her sweatpants leaned over my character in the library, I completely forgot what I was doing. It feels like those nights when I say “I’ll just check email” and suddenly I’m on Pornhub instead. Same energy. Only here you’re juggling texts, classes, side gigs, and these ridiculous futa women with huge tits and asses that don’t respect personal space at all. They press against you in line, in the bus, at work, everywhere. The teasing is half the fun and also annoying as hell, in a good way.

The dating sim parts are messy in a way that feels kind of real. You answer a flirty message on your phone, miss a study meeting, then later you’re trying to be serious in a coffee shop and your futa “tutor” is rubbing your thigh under the table, whispering in your ear how you’ll pass everything if you just use your mouth right now. I had this scene in a cramped office where my character was supposed to talk about a job, right, and I tried to stay professional, asked all the “normal” questions, then she suddenly pushed my back to the desk, grabbed my tits like they were stress balls and said something about “testing your flexibility.” It went from awkward HR talk to her sliding my panties off and making me suck her while she groped my ass and called me her “good little distraction.” I honestly forgot the game even had a main story for a bit. And the feet stuff came out of nowhere. I chose what I thought was a chill option, like just hanging out at home, and next thing my character is on the couch, futa landlady’s cock in my hands, her making me stroke it with my soles while she holds my ankles and moans into my toes. I didn’t even know I was that into footjobs until I was staring at the screen, biting my lip, hoping the kids don’t come yelling for snacks.

What I like is how your girl isn’t just a blank hole. She reacts, she blushes, she gets needy, sometimes she acts cocky and then ends up on her knees anyway. In one scene I tried to play her more dominant, telling this big milf futa she had to “earn it,” and two clicks later I’m the one on the floor, spit running down my chin while she fucks my throat and smacks my face with her cock. Total fail, 10/10. The sandbox parts feel a bit like having too many tabs open in Chrome; you’ve got jobs, errands, dates, random horny texts popping up, and it’s easy to forget what you were doing five minutes ago because some stacked futa grabbed your hand and pushed it right into her pants on the train. Not complaining, just saying. Also the way they keep touching the main girl in public, squeezing her tits from behind or sliding fingers under her skirt when nobody’s looking, gave me that “I shouldnt like this” guilt while I still clicked “yes” every time. Oral scenes are everywhere too, like the game’s obsessed with having your mouth busy. On the couch, under a desk, kneeling in the shower with hot water running and her cock slapping your lips while she talks casually about your thesis topic like it’s no big deal. There’s something very wrong with how much I enjoyed that and I’m not going to fix it. The only stupid little thing that bothered me is sometimes I clicked by accident and skipped a line I wanted to read, and now it haunts me, but whatever. The big tits, the big asses in tight shorts, the feeling of your MC being slowly dragged away from a “normal” student life into this messy, horny futa harem chaos, it just sits in my brain like a dirty secret I open in a hidden Firefox window when everyone else thinks I’m paying bills.

Your boss finally notices you, but not for the reason you wanted. You bust your ass at work, grind through pointless meetings, kiss enough corporate ring that your tongue should get hazard pay, and it actually pays off. Promotion on the table, big project, all eyes on you. Then he invites you to his place to “celebrate the new chapter” and you’re already half thinking about LinkedIn flex posts in your head. Instead you walk in and meet the real final boss of the game: his wife, wrapped in a tight dress that looks painted on, tits practically spilling, eyes locked on you like you’re dessert she ordered for herself.

She doesn’t even try to hide it. From the moment she leans in a bit too close to pour you a drink, her huge chest brushing your arm, it’s this slow burn of “this is wrong” versus “this is hot as fuck”. The game leans hard into that quiet, private tension. Soft little smiles, hands lingering on your shoulder a bit too long, her bending over the table to pick something up and making sure you can’t miss her ass straining the fabric. There’s no instant jump to sex, it’s more like she keeps poking at the line and watching you twitch. She corners you in the kitchen, finger trailing along the glass, asking if you’ve “ever had a woman who knows what she wants”. Boss is in the next room, rambling about quarterly numbers, while his wife slowly closes the distance, eyes half-lidded, tongue wetting her lips. At some point she presses you against the counter, her tits pushed up against your chest, her hand sliding down, fingers teasing your crotch over your pants like it’s just casual fun. And you’re there thinking, “Say no, say no” while your body is screaming yes.

The corruption angle actually hits different because you’re not some loser with nothing to lose. You built your way up, you care about the job, and that makes every handjob under the table at dinner feel ten times more dangerous. There’s this one moment where she invites you to “help” her in the study while the boss is on a call. Door almost closed, just a crack open, and she drops to her knees in front of you so casually it feels like she’s done this before. She looks up at you while unzipping you, like she’s daring you to pull away, and of course you don’t. Warm mouth, slow strokes, her lipstick smearing on your skin while she moans around your cock, then wiping her mouth with this smug little smile and going back out like nothing happened. The teasing is constant. She texts you after, sending pics of her in nothing but an open shirt, tits barely contained, saying she’s “bored when hubby is at the office”. Some routes let you push her further, turning that sexy wife into someone who basically lives to sneak around behind his back with you, climbing into your lap, grinding that big ass against you while she whispers how her husband never fucks her like you do. And yeah, part of you knows this will wreck everything you’ve been working for, but by the time she’s riding you on his couch, soft moans mixing with the sound of her skin slapping on yours, nails digging into your shoulders, you’re way past pretending you’re the good guy anymore.

Shadow-Moon Station feels like someone mashed together a slightly horny Mass Effect side quest and a messy office romance, then trapped it all on one lonely moon where HR definitely does not exist. You play this young engineer guy who clearly has “I just want a stable job” energy, but the moment he arrives on the station everyone either wants to fuck him, lie to him, recruit him into secret shit, or all three at once. The sci-fi part is not just background wallpaper either, the station has this cold corporate feeling, like a smiling logo over a meat grinder. You do your engineering things, fix stuff, push buttons, pretend to be a professional adult, while every corridor feels like something could go wrong, in your work report or in someone’s panties. It scratches that weird itch if you like the idea of being a tiny human on a metal coffin orbiting a dead rock, but also getting teased with soft lips and wet sounds in a cramped maintenance bay, with the stars outside not giving a single fuck.

What I really liked is how the sex doesn’t just happen because “okay, scene time now”. Sometimes you pick a flirty reply, then later you are alone with her in some observation deck and she just leans in, kisses you slow, sits on your lap and your brain is trying to remember if you locked the door. There is animated stuff, so when she slides her hand inside your pants and starts working you off, you actually see the motion, not just text. Same for oral, there is this one scene where a girl who pretends to be all serious scientist goes to her knees in a storage room, the camera close on her mouth around your cock, her tongue playing with the tip while she looks up at you like “we never speak of this in the lab.” And the game doesn’t shy away from full-on vaginal sex and creampies either. You can go slow romantic under dim station lights, or just grab her hips, fuck her hard against a console, and fill her while some alert blinks red in the background. Funny thing, the UI sound when a choice pops up kind of annoys me, it’s this tiny click that gets in your head, but then during a hot scene I almost missed an important branch because I was too focused on watching her ride you, tits bouncing, so maybe that stupid click saved my path. Choices actually matter too, like you can lean into office romance sweetness or drift into more secret, dirty affairs, with chances to end up tangled with women who also have their own lovers, including some subtle lesbian tension that can turn real if you play your cards and your tongue right. Half the time I forgot I was supposed to be investigating corporate irregularities, because I was busy deciding if I should meet the cute engineer for a private “system check” or follow the mysterious woman to a quiet corner of the station where she whispers classified information in your ear, then kisses your neck, then pushes you against cold metal and makes you cum inside her, like some twisted ritual to seal a pact the company will never see in the logs.