Samantha shows up in this rotten city like she walked out of some half-forgotten cyberpunk fanfic and then someone spilled porn all over the manuscript. She is “the fixer”, sure, but half the time it feels like the city is fixing her instead, grinding her down with every job, every favor, every late-night “meeting” with someone who has too much power and not enough morals. The game throws you into Blaston, this polluted, hungry place where everyone wants something from her body first and her brains second. One moment you are discussing sabotage in a factory office, pretending you care about output numbers, and five minutes later the foreman has her bent over the desk, still trying to finish the dialogue options while his absurdly huge cock is already pushing in. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, especially when you realize her choices earlier made this exact humiliation possible. My inner literature nerd kept thinking about noir detectives who always drink too much and get punched in the alley, except here the hangover is replaced by cum dripping down her thigh on the train home while people stare.

What I like is how the game constantly forces you to juggle “professional” life and just pure degeneracy. You wake up, check your phone like in real life, see three messages: boss wants you to talk to a gang leader, some rich wife wants “private mediation” with her cheating husband, and a shady lab sends a polite invite to “participate in an experimental treatment” to improve her physical abilities. Saying yes to that third one can turn Samantha into all kinds of twisted versions of herself. I had a run where she ended up with a smooth thick futa shaft between her legs, and it completely changed how scenes played out. Suddenly she is the one pulling out her cock in a dark alley, forcing a cocky street punk to his knees and using his mouth until he gags, then deciding if she rewards him with a sticky creampie inside or just all over his face. Another time I went the opposite direction and let the city break her. She got dragged into this spiral with a group of monster girls and rough, smug black gangsters who pass her around in a derelict warehouse like she is public property. There is this one scene where she is standing naked on a loading dock in the rain, collar on her neck, one guy fucking her ass while another uses her mouth and a third is rubbing her swollen belly because, yeah, she is already pregnant from an earlier “negotiation” that went very off script. She tries to keep talking in-character about “peace between factions” while they just laugh and slap her tits until she shuts up and moans.

The corruption creeps in little by little. At the start she still gets shy when someone grabs her ass on the subway, pulls her skirt down, looks annoyed. Later she is riding that same train with no panties, sitting across from some nervous virgin office boy, spreading her legs a tiny bit wider each stop, watching him sweat. You can choose for her to drag him into a public restroom and ruin him for normal sex forever, jerking him off and then guiding his cock inside while she whispers that he belongs to her now, or you can ignore him and go meet your cuckold contact instead. That guy is married to this Amazon-tier woman with huge tits and a big black bull on the side, and your “job” is to keep the drama controlled. Which in practice turned into Samantha fucking the wife on the couch, licking her pussy while the bull rails her from behind, and the poor husband just sits in the corner stroking his worthless little dick. The game is full of this kind of tangled mess. You think it is just a life sim with calendars and stats, then suddenly you are on a rooftop at night, drunk on power, making a captured troublemaker kiss your boots before you jerk him off with them and push him over the edge of his old life. Romantic routes exist too, buried under all the filth. I accidentally made Samantha fall in love with a girl she was supposed to blackmail. They end up in a cheap motel, kissing shyly at first, then rubbing against each other until they both cum, no pressure, no money, no gang watching. It was almost sweet, which somehow made all the gangbangs, footjobs under bar tables, public groping in neon-lit clubs, BWC-driven netorare drama and messy creampies feel even dirtier by contrast. The city keeps asking her one question: how much of yourself are you willing to sell to keep fixing everyone else’s problems, and how much are you secretly enjoying that sale.

Luke's got this whole university thing figured out - or at least he thinks he does. This isn't your typical college romance where some awkward freshman stumbles through dating mishaps. Nah, Luke's been through this rodeo before, literally. Time loops, resets, whatever you want to call it - he's lived his first year over and over until he's basically gaming the system. Now he's ready for what he calls "Phase Two," which sounds way more strategic than it probably should be for a guy just trying to get laid.

The whole premise is pretty wild when you think about it. Luke's essentially become a relationship speedrunner, knowing exactly which buttons to push with each girl. There's this maid cafe setup that becomes central to everything - because of course there is. The game throws you into managing relationships with different girls who each have their own specific kinks and fetishes. One minute you're dealing with some vanilla romance situation, next thing you know you're deep in BDSM territory or watching some serious NTR unfold. The variety is honestly overwhelming sometimes. You've got your classic anime parody characters mixed in too - I spotted what looked like Nico Robin and Boa Hancock variants, which feels both nostalgic and weird at the same time.

What gets me is how the game handles the whole "perfect base" concept Luke keeps talking about. It's like he's treating relationships like some kind of RPG stat management, which... honestly isn't that far from reality if we're being real here. The turn-based combat elements feel randomly thrown in, but somehow work with the overall simulator vibe. There's phone interactions, dating mechanics, and this whole corruption progression system that gets pretty intense. The multiple endings thing means you're constantly second-guessing your choices, wondering if you're optimizing for the right fetish path or missing out on some kinky scenario. Luke might have his advantage, but navigating all these relationship dynamics still feels like controlled chaos.

Friday night, cheap beer, sticky pub floor, and this girl walks in like she accidentally spawned from a different game. Proper 10/10, the kind of face that makes you close whatever you’re doing on your phone, even Pornhub, which is already a big sacrifice. She talks about modeling, and your horny little brain goes, yeah, sure, “art.” Next thing, you invite her for a “private photoshoot” at your studio. And the game is basically what happens after that, but with way more close-up shots of skin than any camera sensor actually needs. You’re in control of this dude who is half photographer, half dumbass, and all his charm is basically you picking lines that are either smooth or cringe. Sometimes you pick the flirty answer and she melts a bit, sometimes you pick it and she looks at you like you just farted into her handbag. Those tiny reactions are the fun part. Like, one second she’s teasing, biting her lip, letting you adjust her pose, and the next you say something slightly too thirsty and her whole vibe tightens up. It’s awkward, in a real way, which is hot as hell when the game lets you fix it and slide back into that soft, slow build, where she starts trusting you with riskier poses, less clothing, more touching that is “just for the photo,” sure.

The sex doesn’t drop on you out of nowhere. You kinda grind your way there, choice by choice, all the way from her standing shy in jeans and a top to you convincing her to try lingerie, then topless, then sitting in your lap while you “check the lighting.” There’s that nice escalation where simple things feel dirty. Like when you tilt her chin up to find the right angle and the game just lingers a bit too long on her lips. When she finally drops the act and starts grinding on you, that’s where the game says, ok, we’re doing this, and you get the full menu: her on her knees, wet messy blowjob with spit that actually looks like spit, not some weird clear slime. You can push it to titfuck, and the dev clearly likes boobs, because the camera just sits there and worships them. You get her on the couch, panties hooked off to the side, you eating her out slowly while she pulls your hair and legs shake. Sometimes the animations are almost too smooth, like TikTok filters had sex with a fleshlight, but they do hit that “I should probably mute my speakers” level. Vaginal, anal, the game lets you switch positions, and when you finally go for her ass it actually feels like a moment, not just “extra hole unlocked.” She tenses, you talk her through it if you didn’t screw up your choices earlier, and when she relaxes and starts pushing back, yeah, that part stayed in my head longer than I want to admit. The romance bit is weirdly sweet and also kinda fake, like Tinder chat that went way better than it should, but it works enough that when you cum all over her belly or inside her, it doesn’t feel random. My only real complaint, and this will annoy me forever, is there’s this one line she repeats about “trusting your artistic vision” that pops up twice in different scenes, and every time I see it I stop thinking about sex and start thinking about copy-paste. Anyway, if you’ve ever pretended your phone camera makes you a photographer just to see more skin, this feels like someone made a horny little simulator of that exact fantasy and turned the dial all the way past “wholesome romance” into “I’m absolutely jerking to this.”

Blueberry Academy feels like someone grabbed every filthy school fantasy from old fanfics, shook it around with modern pornbrain, then just went “yeah, that’s enough” and shipped it. You arrive as the new guy in this rich, creepy forest school that pretends to be elite and serious, but every hallway feels like it’s one wrong turn away from a sex dungeon. Which is fair, because a lot of it is literally sex dungeons. First time I walked into one of the “special practice rooms” and saw the hooks, benches, chains and a neat little row of plugs and vibrators lined up like they’re school supplies, I laughed out loud. It’s stupid, but in the best way. The game knows exactly what it is. You’ve got twins in uniform giving you that “oh, we’re so innocent, senpai” act, and three minutes later one of them is begging to be tied to the chair and have her skirt flipped while the other watches from the doorway, pretending to keep lookout and clearly getting off on it. The whole school is like this weird mix of formal rules and total sexual chaos. One scene you’re in a dull classroom, the next you’re fucking a girl against the window with half the dorms able to see her face pressed in the glass, and she’s moaning louder on purpose because she likes the attention.

I’m really into voices, so I was listening hard, and the audio is messy in a way I actually kind of enjoyed. Some moans are a bit too “porn actress reading lines” and then suddenly you get this low shaky breath in your ear that sounds way too real, like someone forgot the mic was still on. There was this anal scene with one of the twins in the showers where she tries to keep quiet, and the little broken whimper she lets out when you push just a bit more in? That one stayed with me way longer than anything else. Then another girl has this bratty tone while you use a vibrator on her under the desk, and her voice goes from cocky to needy so fast it almost feels like two different actresses. Maybe it is. No idea. I like that it isn’t clean. The timing on the lines sometimes doesn’t match the strokes, sometimes a gasp triggers half a second earlier, sometimes the panting loops weirdly, and instead of killing the mood it kind of fits the “secret porn project made by horny students after class” vibe. Some of the punishment scenes in the BDSM club room, with ropes digging into thighs and girls being told to hold their skirt up while you smack their ass, would honestly be perfect if they re-recorded like five lines and stopped using the same “ahh” three times in a row. But I still replayed those scenes, because when the girl starts begging to be shown off in the courtyard, collar on, you forget about the audio hiccups and just go with it. It’s trashy, messy, and sometimes awkward, and that actually makes the whole academy feel more real than half the polished porn games out there.