Jack thinks he’s signing up for a lazy babysitting gig. One week as a substitute teacher, some kids stuck in detention, easy paycheck, maybe a few essays to pretend to read while he checks his phone. Instead he walks into a pressure cooker full of horny, pissed-off students who all have way too much energy and absolute zero respect for authority. They test him, push him, flirt way past what any teacher should accept, and somewhere between the first “fuck you, sir” and the first time a girl “accidentally” bends over his desk, the whole thing stops feeling like detention and more like some messed up sex camp that nobody told the principal about. The classroom becomes their playground: desks scraping across the floor while someone gets pounded from behind, girls on their knees between lessons, spit and moans already soaking the place long before the actual lessons start.

The fun part is how the game leans into that power imbalance without even pretending it’s clean. You’ve got this weird setup where Jack is supposed to keep them in line, but everyone knows he’s the one getting dragged along. One moment you’re scolding a bratty student for not doing her assignment, next thing she’s on your lap, riding you slow and talking shit in your ear about how useless your rules are. There’s no shy fade out when it goes further either: wet mouths working over his cock under the desk while he tries to keep a straight face, drool and cum on chins, deep throat scenes where the camera stays right there while she gags and forces him all the way in. And yeah, the game is not afraid of messy endings. When you finally give in, there are bareback scenes where you keep thrusting and just let go inside, watching the cum spill out after, or stay buried and pump her full until she’s shaking against the chalkboard. The spanking is actually pretty satisfying too. Not just a quick slap. He puts girls over his knee, or leans them over the teacher’s desk, reddens their asses while they wiggle and pretend to complain, then fingers them until they’re soaking and begging to get fucked properly. Sometimes the punishment is more like a reward and they all know it.

What I liked most is that it never feels like you’re locked into just one girl. It builds this slow burn harem vibe, where every time you think “ok, I should probably focus on her now,” another student or an old flame wanders in, throws herself into the mix, and suddenly you’re balls-deep in someone else while the first one is licking his shaft clean between rounds. Different body types, skin tones, different attitudes too: the smart-mouthed troublemaker who calls him out but melts the second he grabs her hair, the shy one who looks like she shouldn’t even be in detention but swallows every drop without blinking, even that one girl who pretends she hates him and then spreads her legs the moment the classroom door locks. There’s a strong “teacher with too many secrets” feeling when he leaves school and ends up back with familiar faces, resolving all that twisted family drama from before. Lines blur a lot there, especially when the same guy who’s supposed to be grading tests is also sliding his cock raw into someone who calls him something way more intimate than “Mr.” while he finishes deep inside her. It all stacks up into this mess of overlapping relationships, jealousy that turns into group sex, a bunch of girls who slowly get comfortable sharing him instead of fighting over him. Sometimes the pacing stumbles and a scene feels like it ends right when you’re getting most into it, and the black video bug is annoying until you tweak that movie volume thing, but once it clicks, you’re surrounded by needy students, complicated exes, wet mouths, smacked asses and dripping cunts, and somehow Jack is still pretending he’s just the substitute.

Three words first: awkward, horny, bittersweet. That is kind of the whole mood here. You’re the straight guy who finally gets confessed to by the cute “girl” from school, the one with the soft voice, stupidly pretty face, nice legs, shy smile, all of that. You panic, you say yes, your brain is screaming “I did it!” and then right after that the world slaps you with “oh yeah, she’s actually a guy.” The game pretty much lives inside that moment of confusion. It milks it. It stretches it. It keeps poking that same bruise: “you said you’re straight, so what the hell are you feeling right now?” And the answer is usually “hard.” The story plays it as romance and comedy at first, but there is this slow, sneaky sadness in there, like the way he keeps calling himself a “replacement girl” and laughs it off. That line stuck in my brain way more than the cumshots, which is kinda annoying because I came for the horny stuff and stayed for emotional damage like an idiot.

What I really liked is how cheap and petty the breakup plan is. You and your best friend literally sit down and go “ok, let’s make you the worst boyfriend ever so he dumps you.” You try to be late on purpose, you act cold, you ignore his texts, you pretend to be gross with your habits, and he still shows up in that cute outfit, blushing, trying so hard to be a good girlfriend even though he knows some people would just call him a trap and walk away. There is one scene where you drag him to a love hotel “by accident,” thinking he will freak out and run, but instead he just looks terrified and still says “if it makes you happy…” and undoes his skirt with shaky hands. That part hit me weird. It is hot, like really explicit, he is nervous and hard and trying to keep his voice from cracking while you touch him, and the game doesn’t fade to black or shy away from the details. At the same time you can feel he is afraid you might finally see “too much” and reject him. The sex is not soft-focus. There is messy blowjob, the kind where he tries to go deep and fails, chokes a little, tears in the corner of his eyes. There is anal where he clenches so hard you feel guilty even as you push inside. No censor bars, nothing. Just skin and precum and that annoying little whimper he does when you pull his hair. It is lewd as hell, but it never fully lets you relax, because the whole time he keeps thanking you for “not giving up on me yet” and it stings in the back of your mind that you are literally planning to throw him away. And yeah, the comedy bits are hit or miss. Sometimes the best friend is funny, sometimes he sounds like a Twitter thread. One of the texts about “straight guys speedrunning bi awakening any%” made me cringe and laugh at same time and I’m still mad about it.

But the game really shines when it goes quiet. There is this park scene, late date, just the two of you on a bench, and he asks if you would still like him if he stopped crossdressing. No sex in that moment, just his bare legs sticking out of that skirt, swinging nervously, and your choice box pops up. You can answer in such a cruel, detached way that it almost feels like you are kicking a puppy, or you can start slipping, saying things a “straight” guy shouldn’t say to a boy with lip gloss. If you keep going for the selfish breakup route, the way the story twists is actually mean. There is a “good” bad ending where you succeed and he dumps you, but you get this scene of him walking away in normal boy clothes, trying to smile, saying he is glad he could “practice being someone’s girlfriend at least once.” Then the game lets you sit there with that. No comforting speech, no heroic redemption on that branch, you just scroll through your phone alone, reading old messages where he spammed you cute selfies and little “good morning” lines. Felt kind of cold in my chest after that. And then on another route, if you let yourself fall for him, the sex scenes change tone. Same body, same dick, same panties, but your inner monologue shifts from “I’m not into guys” to counting the moles on his chest and thinking how nice he looks when he’s flushed and messy and calling your name. The romance is still awkward, the jokes still sometimes land sideways, the art has those weird small inconsistencies that only show up when he’s naked and you stare too close, but in a way I like that. It feels like a horny little VN made by someone who really loves femboys and also secretly enjoys stomping on the reader’s heart a bit. I finished one of the sadder routes, closed the tab, opened it again on another browser like a clown just to see him smile at me from the title screen and pretend I hadn’t already ruined his life once.

Angela moves again. New neighborhood, new fake smile, same heavy shit packed in her bags. She’s this sexy, tired kind of woman who looks like she’s had too many arguments and not enough orgasms, if that makes sense. Her past is hanging over her like some shitty Netflix show she never finished, and now she’s back close to her family, which is… awkward as hell. You play as Rayne, basically the one stuck in the middle of it all, trying to figure out if you want to fix things, fuck things, or just run. The game doesn’t hold your hand; it just kind of drops you in and lets you poke at people and see what happens. One minute you’re talking about normal life stuff, next minute you’re catching your “aunt” in a towel that totally doesn’t cover everything and suddenly you remember this is not a “wholesome” story. At all.

The sandbox style hits different here. You’re not just clicking “next scene, next sex, repeat”. You wander, you snoop, you literally peek through doors when you shouldn’t. That moment when you accidentally see Angela late at night, sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers between her thighs, trying to get herself off just to forget her own memories? That hit me harder than I thought. Not just because yeah, it’s hot as fuck, but because she looks like she’s almost crying but also moaning and you can’t really tell which one you want to see more. Then again, a few scenes later she feels a bit too perfect, like someone’s horny idea of a mom in a porn search bar, and I kinda rolled my eyes… right before clicking every single option to push her even deeper into that role. The teasing is slow on purpose, sometimes to the point where I wanted to scream at the screen, like “just touch her already”, but then when it finally breaks, it feels a little illegal in a way that porn sites are absolutely built on. You know what I mean.

What I like is how it lets the lesbian stuff breathe. It’s not just “oh look, two women, now they kiss, scene over.” Rayne’s curiosity feels messy, like scrolling through Twitter and suddenly ending up on the wrong side of NSFW threads and realizing it’s the right side for you. She watches, she hesitates, she keeps “accidentally” walking in at the worst possible moments. There’s this one scene where she’s spying on someone in the shower, and the way the water sticks to skin and curves is so distracting that I literally missed my dialog option because I just stared too long. The romance angle is weirdly soft in between all the taboo: late-night talks in the kitchen, too-long hugs that really aren’t just family anymore, a hand on a thigh that stays there a second too long. It’s hot, but also uncomfortable, and I kind of love that it doesn’t try to make it clean. I do wish the interface didn’t make me misclick tiny choices when my hand is already busy, but that’s never getting fixed and maybe that’s part of the “challenge”. In the end, you’re not just watching them run from the past, you’re slowly helping them cross lines they can’t uncross, with each orgasm feeling like both a reward and another mistake, and somehow that feels exactly right for this kind of story.

Memory Machine feels like someone mixed a porn site with a cheap VR headset and a fucked up therapy session, then forgot to polish anything and just said, “Yeah, that’s good enough.” In a good way. You’re this guy sitting in a chair, basically being plugged into other people’s memories, and the whole thing plays out like an ASMR session that got horny and morally wrong. You don’t just look at scenes, you kind of “fall” into them. One moment you’re watching a shy girl looking at herself in the mirror, touching her own lips like she’s not sure they’re hers, and the next second you’re in her bathroom with her, close enough to count the tiny goosebumps on her neck while she slowly starts stripping. The sound design is low-key erotic as hell: tiny breath catches, the wet slide when she spits in her hand before wrapping her fingers around you, that little gulp after she swallows. It’s not clean, it’s not glamorous. It’s awkward and messy and that’s exactly why it hits.

What I like is how the teasing actually feels like teasing. Not the usual “two seconds and boom sex.” You sit through these moments where nothing “big” happens. A girl sits on your lap, grinding little by little, acting like she’s not doing anything, talking about normal shit while you’re painfully hard in her hand, and she’s pretending she’s just “curious”. She licks the tip of your cock once, then pulls away, smiles like she just won something, and you can hear her tongue pull away with that sticky sound. That drives me crazy more than the actual blowjob sometimes. And when she finally goes down on you, she doesn’t start like a porn star. It’s clumsy, too much teeth at first, then she gets more confident, hands pumping, drool dripping, taking you deeper, choking a bit, stubborn, like she needs to prove she can take all of it. There is a scene where she holds your cock against her tongue and whispers “I want to taste everything, all of it,” and when she does swallow, you hear the cum hit the back of her throat and then that thick gulp. It feels way too real for something made of pixels. Then in another memory, you get the opposite: girl wipes your load off her tongue with two fingers, stares at it, rubs it on her pussy while she masturbates and never even thinks to lick it. That memory stuck with me. I still kinda hate her for it and love her in the same time.

The corruption vibe isn’t loud in your face, it sneaks in. At first, some girls act all innocent, like proper virgins, flinching when you touch their bare skin, cheeks red when your hand slides up their thigh. There’s one memory where she says “I’ve never done anything like this, don’t look” while she plays with herself, spreading her lips just a little, then peeking through her fingers to see if you’re watching anyway. The game keeps pushing that line where she tells you no with words but moves closer with her body. She starts in baggy clothes, nervous, covering her chest with her arms. Later, same girl, same memory chain, she’s the one ordering you to sit down, stripping slow and deliberate, tits out in public space with windows open, basically turning herself into a little exhibitionist for you. Nudity near the window, fingers sliding between her thighs while she looks outside like she wants someone to see. That shift is where the machine concept actually feels fucked, because you know these are “memories” and not fantasies, and you’re replaying them like a horny tourist. At some point two girls start making out in front of you, giggling, one of them sitting on the other’s face while still stroking your cock with lazy, almost distracted movements, like you’re just another toy. There is this crazy little detail where you can hear the wet sounds from their tongues and the sloppy noise from her handjob at the same time, almost like binaural porn. Very ASMR, very brain-melting. I kind of wish the game let you control the pacing of each scene more, but also I know I’d just pause too much and ruin the flow. My stupid little tip for this game: use headphones, lights off, and let the teasing drag you. Don’t rush the orgasm, let the girls lead you where they want, even when it feels a bit wrong. That’s where the machine really gets under your skin.