You arrive in this shiny new country thinking you’re some big brain office guy, right? Good job, clean contract, boring little grey cubicle, “fresh start” bullshit. Then the game pretty much slaps you in the face and reminds you you’re just another idiot who got a little too confident with the company money. One wrong spreadsheet, one little “adjustment,” and suddenly your whole life hangs on a few screenshots in someone else’s hands. It’s not “oh no, moral drama, what shall I do” either. It’s more like: here’s the trap, here’s your throat, and here’s the boot that’s going to rest on it while you jerk off and hate yourself. And the boot has painted toenails.

Home life is worse. Or better. Depends how broken you are. Your roommates are all too pretty and too relaxed about personal space. You think it’s a harem, but it’s actually a fucking HR complaint waiting to happen if anyone cared. They catch you staring. They don’t get shy. They get ideas. The game likes to take simple domestic stuff and twist it. You come home from the office, brain fried from trying not to get caught, and a girl is lying on the couch in tight gym shorts, one leg over the backrest, looking at you like she already read your browser history. She’s “innocently” asking how your day at work was, then suddenly she knows way too much about an “accounting error” and has a folder on her phone that sure as hell doesn’t look like memes. It’s not instant sex. It’s worse. It’s that slow “sit down, shut up, and listen to my conditions” smile. She’ll make you kneel in your own living room and call it a “test,” while the TV quietly plays some random show and you’re there, half hard, half terrified. There’s this one moment where she drags you to the gym under the excuse of “you’re getting soft,” and you think you’re just doing some squats. Next thing, you’re doing push-ups while she sits on your back, shorts riding up, whispering in your ear what will happen to those little files if your arms stop moving. People walk by. They see a trainer pushing a client hard. They don’t hear her telling you exactly how you’ll lick sweat from her toes later if you want your job.

The corruption stuff is where the game really doesn’t pretend to be nice. You start off trying to fight it, making these little choices like “I’ll resist, I’ll say no, I’ll be a man of principle,” and the narrative just smiles and shows you how cheap your principles are when your boss might see photos of you on your knees in the women’s locker room, holding a bra in your mouth because some smug girl told you that’s how dogs should carry things. The blackmail angle isn’t some side tag; it’s the spine. Every request is layered: “Touch me here, say this, sign that document, send this email.” Sexual humiliation gets tangled with office politics in this nasty way. You might be jerking off in a bathroom stall, watching a short clip of your roommate’s foot grinding into your face while she calls you her “little embezzling toy,” and at the same time you’re waiting on a message that decides if your career lives or dies. And yeah, the scenes get hardcore. There are CGs where your whole body language screams “I want to disappear” while your cock is straining against your pants, getting slapped, stepped on, used like a prop in their little power games. The girls don’t just dominate you physically; they dig into your shame, into that sick part of you that loves being treated like you’re lower than dirt. One of them makes you strip in the office after hours, under harsh neon lights, and she takes pictures with your own phone, giggling, then casually sets your wallpaper to your naked, collared self. Later, during a real meeting, you unlock the phone out of habit and almost drop it when the screen lights up. That’s the vibe: horny, uncomfortable, mean, and somehow you keep clicking “next” anyway.

Meet Marli, a wildly popular but equally frustrating criminal clown girl, so it’s no shock when we see her locked up behind bars at the police station. Now, inside those cold walls, two distinct futures lie before her: or she can take the easy route – cooperate and enjoy a fast exit filled with pleasure or refuse to submit and suffer the intense punishment that comes with her wild streak.

What’s your take - can Marli tame her wild side and score a quick, dirty escape?

This game throws you straight into the visceral heat of Marli’s twisted predicament where every move counts. Help Marli decide when to resist and when to give in, all while relishing in decadent, taboo encounters.

This isn’t just a holding cell – it’s a playground of lust, control, and cheeky dominance that will make your pulse race.

Lead Marli as she flashes those wicked eyes and plays her cards close to steal freedom, or have her fight back fiercely, facing consequences with defiant passion that turns every blow into twisted ecstasy, you’re grabbing the reins of a wild ride where every path leads to filthy, unforgettable moments.

Step inside Marli’s twisted story, where boundaries blur and nothing is off-limits. With every decision, you’ll peel back layers of sin, teasing out the kinky underbelly of Marli’s fate.

Is Marli’s rebellious streak her downfall, or the fuel that ignites her fiercest pleasures? The ending rests in your hands - make it filthy, make it unforgettable.

Simple Days is a game about choice. But not the kind that decides the fate of worlds. Instead, it dives into the everyday crossroads every young man faces when he hits adulthood.

Getting your first job, buying your first car, finding your first girlfriend. These are the rites of passage, but far from easy. You’ll quickly learn that each path leads to a different set of challenges and outcomes.

In Simple Days, you don’t just pick options; you live them. It’s about more than ticking boxes or finishing quests. It’s about the tension of real life - the awkwardness, the excitement, the pressure.

Your decisions will shape how your story unfolds. Will you settle for a safe, boring routine or chase something wild and uncertain? The game doesn’t sugarcoat anything - it throws you into the mess and expects you to navigate it.

So dive into Simple Days if you want a game that feels like life itself. This isn’t some fantasy world - it’s your first steps into the adult world, raw and unfiltered.

Are you ready to make your mark?. Simple Days waits for you to start living it.

Connor Brandt is the central figure of this tale. But his real journey kicks off only when he finally steps onto university grounds. Connor juggles two main passions in life - honing his artistic skills and diving into sexual exploration. The catch? He has a deep love for people... but is that really a problem? At university, he might just find plenty of new friends eager to help him chase both his passions.

Connor’s days quickly fill with sketching, painting, and late-night rendezvous that blur the line between creativity and carnal pleasure. Every brushstroke seems charged with the memory of a recent conquest, every partner a muse inspiring his next masterpiece. University isn’t just about classes and exams for Connor - it’s a playground for experimentation, discovery, and indulgence.

From secret trysts hidden in dorm rooms to raucous parties where inhibitions run wild, Connor’s experiences push him further into realms both thrilling and taboo. With every new friend or lover, he peels back layers of himself, discovering what truly makes him tick.

If you’re ready to dive into a world where art and eroticism collide in the most intoxicating ways, where every choice leads to new adventures and pleasures, then step into Connor Brandt’s university life. It’s time to unleash your curiosity and start playing now.

Welcome to the messy, thrilling chaos of Connor Brandt’s university days. Are you ready to join him?.