A redheaded city girl walks into a tiny Scottish village in the middle of nowhere and, of course, everyone is horny and something is wrong with the sea. That’s the basic vibe here. The game throws you into this foggy coastal place where people smile a bit too warmly, stare a bit too long, and somehow every friendly conversation can slide into “hey, why is half the town ready to strip outside in the rain if the waves tell them to.” You play her, and she’s not some pure innocent flower either. She’s curious, she’s stubborn, and she keeps ending up in situations where saying “no” is possible, but saying “fuck it, I want to feel this” is way more tempting, especially when soft female lips are involved. There’s a lot of reading, a lot of choices, and the sex doesn’t just appear out of nowhere; it crawls toward you slowly, like the tide, until you realize your panties are around your ankle and that married woman you just “interviewed” for your little investigation has two fingers inside you and her wedding ring is cold against your skin. Then the scene lingers. It doesn’t jump cut away. It makes you stay there in the mess with her breath on your neck, her tongue on your clit, and you trying to remember you came here to solve something, not to be somebody’s secret seaside toy.

What I liked is how often the game puts you outside, literally. Wind, rocks, slippery grass under bare knees, salt on skin, clothes half pulled up against a crumbling wall. Girls going down on each other behind a boathouse while the sound of the surf is loud enough that you’re not sure anyone would hear you moan. There’s a threesome, too, that starts almost romantic and then turns into this raw, dirty sharing thing where your character is passed between warm hands and hungry mouths like she’s a gift from the sea, not a person with a brain. In some routes she cheats, in others she gets cheated on, and sometimes you just sit there watching a milf who should know better push you down on a blanket and tell you to relax while she spreads your legs and tastes you like she hasn’t eaten pussy in years. The corruption side is more emotional than people might expect; it’s not just “you were straight now you’re gay and into anal.” It’s more like “you were in control, and then one day you realize you need their touch like air.” At one point I tried to keep my heroine strong and distant, refused a few offers, built up her “resistance” like the game quietly nags you to do, and still ended up on my knees, mouth full, fingers digging into someone’s hips while the sea sang behind us. I’m not complaining. Or I am. Hard to tell. The only thing that annoyed me was this one dialogue choice that looked innocent and suddenly turned into a full-on group scene, complete with wet sounds and someone’s tongue where the sun doesn’t shine, and I just sat there thinking, “okay, I guess we’re doing this now.” But then again, that’s kind of why I kept clicking.

Horny Model starts pretty simple on paper: asshole guy wants a girl who doesn’t want him, brings his bro into it, and things go very wrong in that slow, greasy way that makes you keep clicking even while you think “ok this is fucked up.” It’s not some sweet dating sim where you pick flowers and share feelings. This is more like watching a porn shoot where the “casting couch” idea gets stretched over days and weeks, and you’re the one poking every little boundary to see where it snaps. As someone who is poly and usually prefers open consent and everyone talking about feelings, it was weird to enjoy something where the whole point is gradual corruption and manipulation. Weird, but hot. And that made me a bit annoyed at myself and still horny, which is honestly a good combo for an adult game.

The game uses both male and female point of view, which I didn’t expect at first. One moment I’m in Peter’s head, being a smug little shit, pushing Lucy to show “just a bit more” skin for photos, acting like it’s no big deal. Then suddenly I’m looking at things from her side, overthinking everything, horny but confused, convincing herself this is “normal” and she’s just being friendly. That switch hits hard when scenes go from light teasing and “accidental” gropes into rougher stuff, like when the first spanking scene stops being playful and you realize she is already too deep into their game to really say no. There’s a masturbation scene in her room that actually felt kinda real: she’s trying to get off alone, thinking of them, annoyed at herself, then a message pops on her phone and totally changes the mood. It’s not just click sex, it feels messy like real horny brain. I love that. And at the same time, some parts feel rushed, like one moment she’s shy about stripping to underwear, and a couple clicks later she’s taking anal like she’s been training for it. No build-up, just “ok now your ass is ready, I guess.”

What hit me as a poly person is how they slowly turn her into “their” toy instead of just “his” girl. There is this one group scene where Peter and Roger treat her like a shared model, posing her, touching her, talking about her body like it’s a product. It’s totally male domination fantasy, they don’t hide it, but there’s also a fucked up sort of “relationship” feeling between the three. Not healthy at all, but still kind of intimate. Two guys using her, but also caring in their own twisted way: they check if she’s still “comfortable” while double-penetrating her, like that magic word makes it all fine. The AI images are sometimes uneven, tits change shape a bit between scenes, hands look weird here and there, and for some reason I kept noticing the background more than I should. But that unpolished, slightly glitchy look also matches the vibe: like some cursed OnlyFans project that started innocent and then spiraled into full-on sex toy, anal, toys, multiple penetration chaos. I had this moment where she’s half dressed, being teased, and I realized I was silently hoping for an option where she flips it and starts using them instead. That option never came, obviously, and it annoyed me more than the little UI things or the missing transitions. Still, I clicked every single branching choice I could find. And then opened Twitter and acted like I was a normal person again.

You arrive at Caerlin Academy already feeling like you took a wrong train in life. Fancy uniforms, shiny halls, everyone walking in little cliques like they own the place. And in a way, they kind of do. The whole school is split into these Houses that act more like gangs than clubs. Some meathead Alpha jock gets in your face on day one, crowd watching, the guy treating you like you’re already his toy. He grabs your collar, you smell his cheap cologne, and in a weird way it sets the tone for everything that comes after: this place runs on power, sex, and who can make who kneel first. You answer back, of course, and there’s this second of silence where even the background chatter in the hallway feels like it stops. Then the whispers start, people recording with their phones, girls biting their lips because they like a guy who doesn’t just shut up and take it.

From there, the game doesn’t really pretend to be wholesome. One moment you’re in a “normal” classroom, teacher droning, and a Gamma girl in the row ahead is sliding her phone back to you under the desk. It’s a pic of her in the bathroom mirror, uniform skirt pushed up, tongue out in that stupid ahegao face that somehow still makes your dick twitch. You’re trying to focus on the lesson and she’s watching you in the reflection of the window, waiting for you to react. Touch the screen to reply, and you’re not just choosing words, you’re teasing her, ordering her to adjust her panties, telling her exactly what you’d do to her behind the lab building. The game does this fun thing where the dirty stuff often starts in small ways, like a hand “accidentally” brushing against a thigh in the crowded hallway, or you pinning a girl against a locker when nobody else is around, her breath catching while your hand squeezes her ass through the fabric. Sometimes it’s sweet, she leans into your touch like she’s been starving for it. Sometimes it’s rough, you push her harder, her eyes go wide, then she smiles and whispers “harder” back. And yeah, sometimes the pacing just dies because you’re stuck in some slow romance talk in the dorm common room while you only want to shove her over the couch and fuck her brains out, but then suddenly she’s on her knees instead and you forget you were annoyed.

What hits hardest is how intimate a lot of scenes feel even when they’re totally filthy. There’s this one late-event where a girl drags you into an empty classroom after everyone “officially” went home. She locks the door, climbs on the teacher’s desk and tells you to sit. You get this POV angle where she slowly unzips you, wraps her hand around your cock, and starts stroking while keeping eye contact, like she’s testing how long till you break. The game lets you decide if you just sit there and let her worship you, or grab her hair and guide her mouth down, feeling her lips stretch around you while her drool drips on your lap. You can hear the faint sounds of some club still practicing outside while she struggles not to gag too loud. Later, there’s a scene in a dark gym storage room during some stupid academy event, where a couple of house girls end up sharing you, passing your cock between their mouths, spit and lipstick smeared everywhere, one of them begging you to cum inside her pussy, the other demanding the same. You don’t get some deep moral lesson, just raw choices: creampie the one riding you, pull out and paint the other’s tongue, or hold them there and make them finish you with their hands until you’re completely empty and they’re laughing like they got away with a crime. It’s messy, horny, sometimes kind of romantic when you don’t expect it, and then suddenly you’re spanking a girl over a study desk while she tries to recite formulas and fails because your fingers are inside her. The story likes to pretend hierarchy is everything, but once you’ve had a girl grinding on your lap in the library whispering “use me however you want, just don’t stop,” that whole system starts to feel like just another excuse to get you closer to the next blowjob, the next wet heat around your cock, the next time you watch a proud academy princess lose her mind and cum hard all over you.

This one feels like catching some dude’s dirty browser history and then realizing you kind of want to keep scrolling. You’re in this cramped little house vibe with a young guy who’s way too into his mom, and it doesn’t even pretend to be wholesome. It starts slow, just small stuff, watching her walk around in those tight clothes, the shirt that rides up when she reaches, boobs practically falling out. You click through his internal monologue, and he keeps telling himself it’s wrong, he’ll stop, he’ll be “normal”, all that. Then she catches him jerking off with her panties, and everything tilts. That scene is where I paused like three times just to grab GIFs, because her face slides from shock to this kind of hungry curiosity, and the animation leans in hard on that ahegao twist, tongue, eyes, the whole package.

Once that door is open, the game stops pretending it’s about “morality” and just goes into every kink it promised. There’s the slow burn romance angle where she’s stroking his hair, calling him her “good boy”, acting like she wants to protect him, and three lines later she’s on her knees, drool on his shaft, tits pressed together for a messy titfuck that ends in a creamy drip between her cleavage. And yeah, the big tits are not just background decoration, the camera keeps zooming on them, bouncing, squeezed in tight tops, nipples poking through when things get heated. You can go from soft handjob scenes on the couch, where the room is quiet and you only hear his breathing and the little wet strokes, straight to her bending over the bed for anal because she doesn’t want him to “risk” making her pregnant. That anal scene after the argument in the hallway was wild, she’s half mad, half turned on, telling him he’s a bad son while pushing her ass back on him, and then the game lingers on the creampie inside, like way longer than it needs to. Not complaining.

It’s kinda funny, sometimes it pretends like female domination is the main theme, with her ordering him to lick her feet, making him massage her legs and then sliding her toes over his dick, really slow, teasing him, talking about how boys shouldn’t touch their moms. Then suddenly he snaps and flips her on the bed and you get this rough male domination sequence where she’s begging for more, nails in his back, ahegao face in full glory, legs shaking while he pounds her. The spanking parts sit in a weird place for me: on one hand, great angles of her fat ass jiggling when he slaps it, red handprints blooming, panties pulled to the side. On the other hand, the sound effect there is just a bit off, like someone clapped in a bathroom. I kept noticing that, especially with headphones on, and then I forgot about it because she starts moaning louder and you get that slow zoom on his cock sliding inside her, wet and shiny, and yeah, brain empty again. There’s also a short masturbation scene where she thinks he’s asleep, rubbing herself on his bed, whispering his name, and that one might be my favorite, since it mixes the romance with the pure filth so well. Honestly it tries to act deep for a second with all his guilt and talk about leaving home, but it’s total bullshit in the best way, because every choice that looks “pure” still leads you into some new angle of oral, anal, or her riding him in the living room while the curtains are half open like they both want the neighbors to see.