Tifa in this one feels like someone mashed a BDSM doujin, a bad end from a JRPG, and a milking simulator together after a long horny Discord call. No build up, no romance crap, you just drop right into her already broken-in slave state at the plant. She’s on the floor, wrists stuck, neck held, body treated like a toy everyone already used a thousand times. And yeah, chest so big it almost looks like a mod gone wrong, which kinda works because the whole thing is about pushing her body way past sane limits. You’re not here to “date” her. You’re here to see how far she can be used.

The core loop is basically: pick how you wanna mess her up today. Face, tits, ass, milk, some combo of that. There’s that nasty energy where the guys around her don’t see her as a person at all, just a milk machine with a famous Final Fantasy face slapped on. The titfuck stuff is heavy, your POV jammed between those inflated boobs, her breathing all fucked up, sometimes gagging while her mouth is already forced open for more. Then the face abuse kicks in and it’s rougher, teeth barely matter, throat used like it’s part of the plumbing. There’s this grossly satisfying moment when you push too deep and her eyes go wide and wet, mascara streaks down, and she makes that gurgling noise that tells you this is not tender at all. Cumshot on her face after all that just feels like the minimum level of disrespect at that point, like wiping your shoes on a doormat.

What really hits weird is the milk focus. You’re not just cumming on her, you’re basically farming her. Squeezing, pulling, twisting those huge breasts until milk sprays everywhere, like the game is daring you to see how swollen and overused they can look. When the pressure ramps up and her tits start pulsing with that “about to burst” vibe, it’s half erotic, half body horror. The combination of ***-y abuse, restraints, and this forced lactation thing makes it very clear this is not a “kinky but safe” dungeon. It’s a factory, and she’s livestock. And yeah, there’s ass fingering thrown in there too, not as the main show, more like “oh, we still have one more hole to bully” while her mouth is stuffed and her chest is leaking everywhere. It’s ugly, it’s extreme, it’s absolutely not for anyone who wants gentle dom stuff. But if you ever looked at Tifa’s official design and thought “what if people treated her like the lowest kind of captive fucktoy and milked her dry”, this is that fantasy, dialed up until it feels almost too much, then pushed a bit further.

You start out as this pretty average guy who honestly has it way too good. Cute girlfriend who actually wants your dick and your attention, stacked childhood friends who orbit you like you’re some budget anime protagonist, job that doesn’t suck your soul completely dry. Then the game just kicks you in the balls. You die. No romance, no hero moment, just dead. Next thing, you open your eyes and there are these two weird divine girls talking about you like you’re a broken toy they picked up from the bargain bin. They give you “gifts”. They don’t explain shit. And that’s kind of the running joke of the story: every time you think “ok, now I get it,” the game hits you with another horny plot twist and a new way to get yourself in trouble with wet, needy women and the occasional guy who wanders into the mess.

When you wake up back at the local shrine, the world looks normal, but the vibe is off. Your memories are foggy, like a hangover where you only remember the sex parts. People around you are a bit too eager, a bit too touchy. Your girlfriend still loves you, of course, but now the game starts poking at that line between “loyal couple” and “ok, but what if she licks your cute coworker in front of you while you watch from the side, trying not to lose it.” The game really likes that angle: you’re not sharing her with dudes, it’s all about her with other women, and you stuck there playing half-proud, half-jealous spectator while tongues and fingers do all the honest work. There’s a scene early on where she acts all shy, then ends up on her knees between another girl’s legs, glancing up at you with this guilty puppy look while she’s tasting her. It’s sweet and filthy at the same time, like someone mixed a romance VN with raw horny doujin pages and forgot to separate them.

The “gifts” from the divines slowly show themselves in, let’s say, very physical ways. Your body reacts too strongly. You catch yourself staring when two girls hug, and the game leans into that voyeur thing hard. You peek through doors, “accidentally” walk in on your childhood friend in the bath, then later she’s the one kneeling in front of you, big wet eyes, lips wrapped around you while she tries not to choke too much. Some scenes go full fucktoy fantasy: a girl riding you like she owns you, using your cock just to get herself off, then collapsing on your chest while you drip out of her. There’s this swinging-style moment where the atmosphere turns almost party-like, different women passing you around with their hands and mouths, one girl kissing another while you’re buried inside one of them, hot breathing, sticky thighs, no one really asking if this is “good for the relationship.” The story pretends to care about guilt and cheating, then throws you into a soft harem where everyone somehow ends up naked anyway. And yeah, there’s dick going in, cum staying in, warm creampies leaking out on the sheets and on thighs, because the game is not shy about showing where everything ends up. Every route you poke opens another door: a lesbian side scene there, a guy appearing in the background, a messy shrine night where you’re watching two girls play with a toy on each other while you’re wondering if those divine “gifts” were a blessing or some cosmic pervert’s joke.

Rangiku in this game feels like that coworker you know is trouble, but you still check her Instagram stories every night. It’s just her, red hair all messy, tits pushed together, already half drunk on your dick before you even click anything. No bullshit story about saving worlds, no stupid “you are the chosen hero” stuff. You load it up and she basically looks at you like, “yeah, shut up, just give me the cock.” And honestly, that’s enough here.

The whole thing is like being stuck in one endless blowjob scene where she’s completely into it. Not fake shy, not tsundere, just total hungry slut energy. Lips shiny, eyes a little glazed, drool on her chin, and she keeps pushing deeper like she’s trying to prove something. I’m more of a Rukia guy usually, but I swear, when Rangiku is taking you in up to the balls with that smug little smile, you kinda start questioning your whole waifu ranking chart. She goes from slow teasing licks on the tip to just ramming herself down the shaft like she’s trying to see if she can reach your soul chain from the other end. Sometimes she gags just a bit, eyes water, then she looks up at you like she’s proud of herself, like “see? told you I’m a pro.” It feels dirty in a good way, like watching hentai on your phone in the bathroom when you said you’re “checking Discord.”

There’s not much pretending here. She’s not your girlfriend; she’s not here to cuddle; she’s a Soul Society slut on overtime who decided your dick is her after-work drink. You can basically treat the scene like you’re timing your release with her rhythm. She goes deepthroat, you feel that tight squeeze, then she pulls back with a wet pop and lets her tongue drag under the shaft like she’s worshiping it. Then again, sometimes it gets a bit samey, like you’re looping the same perfect blowjob gif on Reddit. You kind of wish she’d say one extra filthy line, or grab your hips more, or something tiny changes. But then she swallows you down again, her nose buried in your lower belly, and you forget you were even complaining about anything. The cumshot is the real finish here: she insists on taking it straight down her throat, no “whoops it got on my face” bullshit. She closes her lips around you, throat working, and you just know there’s no drop wasted. It’s not romantic, it’s not sweet, it’s just raw “use my mouth like you own it” energy, and yeah, that’s exactly why I’m still picking Rangiku over anyone else in Bleach when I open this up in a hidden Firefox window.

Fate in this game feels messy and horny at the same time, like the universe got drunk on Tinder and astrology memes. You play this guy who honestly looks like the quiet dude you see in a café scrolling Reddit, but inside he’s this walking pressure cooker of need and soft feelings. He’s not some hentai superhero with a magic dick, he’s just… there, in his room, phone glowing, music in the background, thinking way too much and jerking off to fantasies that feel almost real. The kinetic style makes it feel like you’re being dragged along on rails, but in a good way, like destiny already wrote the script and you’re just watching your own sex life from outside your body. Sometimes I wanted choices, then ten seconds later I was glad I had none, because it let the tension keep climbing without me messing it up.

The romance here isn’t that fake porn “hey step bro” stuff, it’s this slow, awkward orbit between people who clearly want each other but are too scared to say it out loud. There’s a girl who acts confident in public, smiling wide, laughing too loud, and then the second she’s kind of alone with you and the clothes start to matter, you see every little insecurity crack open. Her nipples are hard but her eyes are nervous, that kind of thing. When she starts showing too much skin in risky places, that exhibition thrill hits different, like she’s trying to prove something to herself more than to you. At one point she’s pressed against a window, light from outside on her ass while her hand is down your pants, stroking you slow, whispering nonsense about how “no one can see us” when it’s obviously a lie. The game really milks that heavy silence where nobody talks, just breathing, handjobs, and the tiny sounds of skin on skin. It made me weirdly emotional for no reason, then in the next scene I was just horny again and forgot all that.

What surprised me most is how the lesbian stuff doesn’t feel like some extra category added just to tick a box. It sneaks in soft, like two girls sharing a bed on a trip, touching “by accident,” then it turns into lips on lips, tongue sliding in, and this raw need that’s almost jealous of the male lead, but also not really. Watching her kiss another girl while she’s still thinking about you? That hits like fate being a little bitch. There’s a moment where she’s on her knees, mouth full of cock, hands stroking the shaft, spit stringing down, and you can still see in her eyes that she’s picturing someone else’s fingers on her, like she’s split between paths. Oral scenes are detailed without turning into weird anatomy textbook stuff. Same with the actual penetration: when she finally lets you slide inside her, it’s not just “thrust thrust moan,” it’s that first slow push, her grabbing your wrist, nails digging in, half scared of how much she wants it. I liked the pacing, then sometimes I hated it, because it made me wait too long for the next explicit bit and I’m not a patient person at all. Also there’s this one sound effect that feels slightly off, like a cheap porn loop, and it pulled me out every time, but I guess it’s part of the charm of a prequel. The game feels like catching a glimpse of your future sex life in a dream: not perfect, not polished, a bit embarrassing, but you wake up still thinking about those bodies, those almost-confessions, and you kind of wish destiny would hurry the fuck up already.