Rumors in this game feel like a bigger character than half the cast. The whole thing starts pretty harmless: bored student, weird old occult book in a dusty part of the school, that kind of cheap horror setup you see in random nukige. Then suddenly the book answers back, and now your regular school halls turn into this horny playground where every corridor can end with a blowjob, a summoning, or both at once. You’re not a hero, you’re not special, you’re just some kid who got lucky or cursed, depending how you feel about corrupting your classmates, your teachers, and maybe yourself. The story pretends to ask “will you use this power responsibly?” but the next click is already pushing you toward blackmail, voyeur bullshit, and messing with a “virgin” honor student until she’s begging for a creampie from some monster cock you called from the margins of the book.

The tone jumps around, which weirdly works. One moment you’re in a kind of cute school romance vibe, flirting with your best friend, teasing, maybe a shy handjob in an empty classroom after club. Then the book whispers something, the screen shakes a bit, and suddenly she’s got futa parts, her skirt is ruined, and she’s pounding your ass against the blackboard while you try to keep quiet so the teacher outside doesn’t hear. Next day that same teacher corners you after an “examination”, closes the door and “checks” your stamina with her big milf tits wrapped around your cock, voice acting moaning in your ear while she pretends this is part of the curriculum. There is a lot of that “I’m your superior, but I’m actually your sex toy now” energy, mixed with some uncomfortable female domination scenes where the power the book gives you is less fireball and more “I can tweak your mind until you enjoy getting used.” The corruption curve feels pretty fast. One of my favorite messed up moments was using the book to push a proud student council girl to show her tits “just once” for a ritual, then it jumps ahead and she’s masturbating in the school courtyard, moaning your name while everyone stares, and you get a choice to rescue her or keep pushing her deeper into public slut mode. She acts horrified, but the CG tells a different story. This game really enjoys that contradiction.

The simulator and sandbox parts are where the ethical side starts to itch a bit. You have these daily cycles, choosing who to visit, what spell to test, who to blackmail, with a bunch of routes locking you into netorare or cuckold stuff if you poke the wrong option. Like that summer “vacation” event where you think you’re taking a break from the cult drama, then your love interest ends up on the beach with a big black cock in every CG unless you abused the book on her earlier. There is an interracial thing going on that sometimes feels hot and sometimes feels lazy fetish, especially when the tag “blacked” pops into your head while the game tries to sell it as “mystical ritual guest from another realm.” The monetization sucks more than any succubus in the story though. It smells like mobile game design infected a hentai VN. Some characters and scenes are there, but their more extreme corruption, the lactation, the pregnancy, extra anal stuff, or that full group sex ritual with futa, monster girl and furry avatar, those are blocked behind “support tiers” and “patches” on external sites. You can tell the writing wanted one coherent fall into depravity, with multiple endings based on how far you push each person, but then certain branches are cut with a “check Patreon” note on the dev page. It’s not microtransactions in the app, but it is this slow pressure to pay if you want the really fucked up routes, like full-on sissification with crossdressing and BDSM, or the more twisted teacher-slave route where she calls you “master” while you spank and use sex toys on her during an “after school detention.” I like that the game lets you be male protagonist, futa/trans protagonist, sometimes even swap roles, but it’s strange that some queer content feels optional extra instead of fully integrated, like someone said “this sells, put it as bonus.” The AI CG additions are also kind of funny. Half the game is solid drawn 2dcg and 3dcg style, then suddenly one animated loop looks like it escaped from some free AI hentai generator, toes slightly melted while you’re doing a footjob under the desk. You’ll probably notice, complain for a second, then ignore it because the voice actress is doing a really filthy line about loving your cum dripping out after multiple penetration. At some point the “mystery cult” part of the plot just gives up pretending and everything is about who you fuck, how hard, and whether you let someone else steal them away in an NTR ending, and that’s fine, I guess. The game pretends to be about satanic rituals, but really it’s about how far you’ll go once no one can stop you, and how much of that is hotter when you know you paid extra for the privilege.

Samantha is the kind of girl who walks into a fucked up city, looks around at all the crime, sex, and politics, then goes “yeah ok, I can work with this” while already unbuttoning her shirt if it helps the deal. You’re not some nameless self-insert here, you’re stuck in her head, riding along while she tries to “fix” shit for a bunch of shady power freaks who rescued her and basically own her ass now. Half the time she’s doing actual work, like investigating sabotage or digging into some industrial mess, and the other half she’s getting groped in a hallway, bribed with cock, or pressured into spreading her legs for some smug bastard who thinks his big black cock is the only negotiation tool he needs. Joke’s on him, because sometimes she actually enjoys it and that probably scares her more than any gun in her face.

The game plays like a messy life sim glued to a horny visual novel. You’re juggling missions, clothes, mood, who you flirt with, who you piss off, who you let cum inside you “just this once” because you wanted that bonus. You take her out in public in a skirt that’s way too short, pretending it’s business attire, and suddenly you’re in this situation where her top “accidentally” pops open during talks with some faction boss and their eyes are locked on her tits instead of her report. That kind of accidental exhibitionism that feels like a bug but you know it’s not. Guy moves closer, hand “guides” her to the table, fingers sliding over her ass. You could pull away, sure. Or you can let him keep going, feel her get wet, and maybe that contract gets signed a lot smoother after a quick under-the-desk blowjob where she’s trying to talk with a cock in her throat and her eyes watering. The game is weirdly good at showing how easy it is for her professional line to just vanish after one bad decision and three drinks.

It gets nastier when you start letting people own her a little. There’s that moment when a client doesn’t just ask for a date but treats her like a slave in everything but name. Collar play, spanking until her ass is red, making her kneel in front of a mirror while he fucks her from behind and talks about putting a baby in her like she’s just a free womb on company payroll. You can actually lean into that, let her get corrupted, let her enjoy being the office cumdump, knocked up by some arrogant suit or even a monster-looking freak who uses all her holes at once and doesn’t care where he finishes as long as she’s shaking. And then she still shows up at work next day, pregnant, dripping, trying to negotiate factions like a proper professional while people stare at the obvious bulge in her belly and remember exactly how it got there. The fun part is when you realize the game doesn’t really judge you. Whether Samantha ends up a clever, manipulative fixer who uses sex like any other tool, or a broken little slut begging for more anal and creampies from whoever snaps their fingers, both paths feel like they belong in this shitty, horny city. One minute she’s doing diplomacy with a smug futa power broker who lays her cock on the table like a contract, the next she’s getting casually fingered in an elevator, biting her lip while the doors open. Honestly it’s kind of hot and kind of sad and the AI CG sometimes nails that “I know I should say no but I’m already spreading my legs” face a bit too well. Anyway, yeah, Samantha will fix the city or get fucked by it. Sometimes both at the same time.

Summer is done, classes start again, and this guy shows up at campus with literally zero interest in textbooks anymore. His whole “future” plan is just: fuck every woman that crosses his path and see how far he can push it without getting wrecked. It starts kind of normal, like you’re walking around thinking “ok, another school story, bla bla,” then suddenly the game throws you into these really bold situations where every older woman, every curvy teacher, every thick neighbor, every friend’s mom looks like walking sex. It’s not subtle at all. You’re supposed to be a student, but the only studying you do is how to get your cock between some ridiculous milf tits or under a big ass that doesn’t even fit on the screen properly. And somehow it still pretends there is “personal growth.” Yeah sure, personal growth, your dick is the one leveling up here.

The fun is how dirty the game lets you be while still making it feel like a kind of pervy sandbox. One second you’re having fake serious dialogue about life choices, next second you’re knee deep in a titfuck scene where her huge boobs just swallow everything and you can almost hear your touchscreen begging for mercy. There are slow teasing handjobs on the couch while other people are in the next room, big ass doggy shots that basically take over your phone, and of course a lot of straight up pussy pounding once you get past the flirting. It doesn’t shy away from anal either, you get that “are you really going to do this?” moment and then, yeah, you really do it, right there in the tiny room you were supposedly using “to study.” The oral is filthy, lots of spit, sloppy sounds, faces messy, all the good stuff. And since it runs as a mobile game, it has this weird guilty vibe when you’re swiping through options in public pretending you’re just texting someone, while actually your character is balls deep in some thick milf with hips that look illegally wide.

What I like is that it kind of tricks you into thinking you can be a good student again, but then keeps throwing these stacked women at you, like the game itself wants you to fail school. You get those big soft bellies and wide asses from the bbw characters, older ladies in tight clothes pretending they are “responsible” while you’re pushing them onto furniture they probably bought for normal people, not horny man-children. Sometimes the pacing is a bit weird, like you jump from a sweet kiss straight to getting your dick jerked off with no real build up, and there’s this one character who feels like she should have a bigger scene and then just doesn’t, but whatever, you forget it the moment another huge pair of tits shows up. The story pretends to care about your choices but honestly, once you see there’s another route that ends with her sitting on your face or riding your cock, that’s all the motivation you need. You’re not here for grades. You’re here for every wet hole the summer didn’t give you, and the game knows it very well.

A horny secret agent who only knows how to seduce and never how to love, a bunch of women with more curves than morals, and a mission briefing that looks like it was written after a very long porn binge. That is basically where You Only Die Twice starts, and then it keeps asking the same question: what if James Bond stopped pretending he gives a shit about saving the world and just admitted he wants to drown in pussy? You play as Lucian, this 20‑something “Seducer Agent” whose whole life has been training his tongue, his cock and his poker face, not his feelings. He walks into a room and every woman either wants to ride him, ruin him, or both. The game barely pretends this is subtle. You flirt and tease, you watch clothes slide off like they were never meant to stay on, and you get rewarded with slow, animated scenes where big tits bounce in your face, big asses grind on your lap, and there is a lot of spit, moaning, and eyes rolling back in that full ahegao “please ruin me” way that is absolutely not realistic but who cares. It is a kinetic novel, so you mostly sit there and let the story drag you by the dick, but the teasing is handled well: the game loves to park your face inches away from a nipple or a dripping pussy, hold there just too long, and then finally let you go in. Oral is treated like an actual event, not a skip screen: sloppy head with tongue shots, wet sounds, cheeks bulging, and then creampies that never seem medically accurate in quantity.

Larissa is the dangerous one, the top agent, and the game really leans into that “I might fuck you or kill you after you cum” vibe. Her bedroom scenes feel like a trap and a reward at the same time. One moment she has you pinned, riding you with that smug “you’re my toy” look, next moment she melts into little gasps and broken words that make you think she might actually feel something. Probably not, but the illusion is hot. Brandi is the rich voyeur hacker who treats cameras like sex toys. Every time she appears, you know someone is getting watched. There is this one point where she is openly jerking off to a live feed of Lucian plowing another girl, zooming in on the creampie like she’s doing quality control, and it is so shameless it becomes funny. The humor hits weird: Kevin showing up baked out of his mind, making dick jokes during mission talk, feels like that guy in Discord who never quite reads the room. Sometimes it works, sometimes you wish he’d shut up so the tits could bounce in peace. Interracial stuff is thrown in like “oh yeah, by the way, this dude is absolutely wrecking that perfect dark-skinned ass” and then the scene really focuses on contrast, skin on skin, big booty slapping down hard with full-body animation. Not subtle at all, very porn‑brain, but that is kind of the charm. The script swings between actually clever lines and horny nonsense, like it forgot if it wants to be a spy story or a long excuse to show every possible angle of Lucian filling someone up. It is both, obviously. And somehow, even when the plot talks about secrets and betrayal, you still end up thinking mostly about how many times this guy is going to cum inside someone before the “life changing revelation” finally hits him harder than his own load.

Politics, porn and planet drama all tangled together, that’s the vibe here. You’re not some space marine hero, you’re a senator’s assistant stuck in this messy future where Earth, Mars and Venus had their big breakup, and now everyone pretends they’re “civilized” while fucking behind each other’s backs. Meetings in high offices, speeches about morals, and under the desk there’s a hand slowly sliding up a thigh. That contrast hits pretty hard. One minute you’re watching your boss rehearse her speech about banning polygamy, next minute you’re in her private room on Mars, her blouse half open, asking if you “personally” support her agenda while she presses her tits against your arm. It feels dirty in a good way, like you’re cheating on humanity itself.

The whole thing has this voyeuristic flavor baked into it. You’re on Mars, but you’re also peeking into people’s private lives, checking messages on their datapads when they leave them unlocked, catching holo-calls where a wife on Earth rides some dude with darker skin while her husband is on a shuttle to Venus thinking she’s “lonely but faithful”. It really pushes that cheating and netorare tension. Sometimes you’re the guy getting the sloppy blowjob in a shadowed corner of a luxury dome bar while her partner’s campaign ad plays on the big screen. Other times you’re the one watching from the corridor as your love interest quietly kneels for someone else and just takes it, her big ass bouncing while you can’t do shit. There’s a scene in a Mars hotel room where you pretend to be asleep so you can watch your “friend” masturbate in silence, fingers glistening, trying not to moan your name. That one stuck with me too long. In a good way. Or bad. Depends on the day.

Sex scenes aren’t just “press button, see tits, done”. Your choices actually tilt who ends up in whose bed. You can play it romantic, trying to be loyal to one girl with huge tits and soft eyes, giving her slow oral on a couch while the red sky of Mars glows through the window. Or you can be a total piece of shit, juggling multiple women, groping a nervous intern in an elevator, spanking a married officer over your lap after a “strategy meeting”, letting a horny Martian girl ride you raw in zero-g simulation while she talks politics like it’s pillow talk. The interracial angle shows up naturally since you’ve got people from different colonies, different skin tones, different cultures, not just thrown in like a checkbox. Sometimes it’s tender, sometimes it’s straight up filthy, like a rough handjob in a dark corridor while security drones float by. I kinda wish there was less talking about “law” and more pure fucking, but at the same time that whole debate about polygamy and freedom is exactly what makes the sex feel like you’re breaking real rules, not just game rules. It’s messy, horny, and a bit too close to how people actually are when they pretend they’re better than they are.

You wake up half drowning in salt water with sand in your teeth, head ringing, and the very first thought in your skull isn’t “where am I?” or “are there monsters?” but “where the hell is my elf wife.” That pretty much sums up the vibe of this thing. You’re supposed to be this tough veteran adventurer, swords, magic, all that, but the real treasure is this soft-spoken, perfect-ass, big-tits elven priestess who looks at you like you hung the moon. Myrielle talks like she never even thought about another guy’s cock in her whole life, and the game really leans into that at the start. She’s shy but warm, kisses a bit too long, blushes when you grope her under the cloak, whispers those little “we shouldn’t… but I like it” lines that make you feel like the luckiest bastard in the kingdom. The fantasy setting is mostly just background noise at first, some sacred ceremony on the sea, holy duties, blah blah, but what matters is her hand around you in a quiet cabin, her lips sliding down you like she’s praying with her mouth, the way the animations linger on her eyes when she takes you in deep and you feel like nothing can break this.

Then fat Borwin opens his filthy mouth and the whole tone slowly rots. He doesn’t touch her right away. That’s the nasty genius. He just looks. Cracks jokes that feel “just a bit too much,” calls her “sister Myrielle” with that greasy tone, stares at her ass when she bends to heal you. At one point there’s this scene by the campfire where you’re half asleep, pretending you don’t notice, and he sits a bit too close to her. You watch his sausage fingers “accidentally” brush her thigh while he talks about the storm, about how fragile life is, trying to sound deep, and the camera (well, the POV) sticks on their legs. Just two inches of distance. That’s it. It crawled under my skin more than any full-on sex scene. And then later, when she comes back from “collecting herbs,” hair a little messy, breathing a bit off, she hugs you tighter than normal. The writing pokes your paranoia constantly. You start second-guessing every line, every blink. When she kisses you and there’s a tiny pause before her tongue touches yours, you suddenly wonder if she’s remembering another taste.

The corruption here is not like a horny on/off switch. It’s more like watching a white dress slowly picking up mud. A lingering hand on her shoulder becomes a casual grip on her waist. She used to slap your hand away when you grabbed her tits in public, now she barely reacts when Borwin’s palm sits on her hip a little too long. The kinetic thing means you can’t fix anything with “good choices.” No branches, no hero route, you just sit there on Pornhub in one tab, itch.io page open in another, clicking through and feeling your stomach sink every time the fat bastard appears on screen again. The worst part is how her devotion never fully disappears. Even when she’s on her knees, lips stretched awkwardly around Borwin’s disgusting cock, tears at the corners of her eyes, the dialogue has her thinking about you. Thinking how she must endure this, how she’s doing something horrible and yet her body keeps reacting. Her fingers dig into his belly in this gross mix of disgust and need, and you almost hate her for how real it feels. I loved the tension. I also absolutely hated sitting there, watching the sweet elf who used to moan your name during soft, slow vaginal sex end up riding someone she clearly doesn’t want to like that much, but does, just a bit more every scene. And that one tiny animation where her hand, refusing at first, slowly starts to stroke him on her own during a “forced” handjob? I’m still pissed about how good that was. I still think they messed up the sound of the waves in the background though. Something about it is off, and now it lives in my head rent free.

You wake up and your first thought is not “where am I,” it’s “why the hell do I have lipstick on.” The mirror is the first jump scare. Tight skirt hugging some borrowed ass, blouse open just a bit too low, bra that is absolutely not your size but somehow fits like it’s been waiting for you, and this soft, nervous face looking back. It’s you. Except it’s not. There’s a test in thirty minutes, the teacher thinks you’re some shy girl ready for her big exam, and your dick is taped down under lace like it’s being punished. That’s more or less the starting vibe. No long tutorial, no endless lore dump, just: here’s your new body, here’s the school, here’s the exam, hope you can walk in heels without eating floor.

The whole thing plays out like someone mixed a dating sim with a humiliation fantasy and then let an AI go too far with the visuals. All the scenes look like those over-trained hentai images from Twitter and some weird AI subreddit, where everything is just a bit too glossy and the tits have their own gravity. One minute you’re trying to fix your eyeliner in the bathroom, pretending you know what a contour brush is, next minute some cocky classmate barges in and suddenly the “exam preparation” means his hand under your skirt, kneading your ass while you try not to moan too loud because there are other students outside. You have these tiny dialogue options that look innocent, like “stay quiet” or “push him away a little,” but one of them leads to you on your knees between the stalls, lipstick smeared around his cock, and the game just calmly zooms in on the spit string. Then nothing is said, just the sound of him grabbing your new hair and your throat working around it. The school setting is almost a joke; every corridor is just a different kind of trap. The strict female teacher who “checks” if your uniform is correct by sliding her fingers under your waistband. The nurse who insists on a “full body examination” because you “seem nervous” and ends up with her fingers buried in you while she whispers if you’re still a virgin “down there” and if you want to fix that before graduation. It goes from teasing to full corruption so fast you barely have time to hate yourself, which is kind of the point.

What I liked a lot is how the main character is always kind of caught between arousal and panic. They keep thinking like a guy, but their body twitches like an eager slut. You see it in the way the text describes reactions: your cock is trapped and aching, but your newly wet pussy clenches when the older professor calls you “young lady” and makes you bend over his desk. There’s this scene where you’re supposed to be doing some oral “extra credit” and he shoves his huge cock against your lips, and the game lets you either hesitate or just open wide. If you hesitate, he grabs you by the jaw and reminds you that a good student doesn’t waste his time, and then you’re gagging, tears running down your new face while he praises you for “learning fast.” The art goes crazy there: spit, mascara, the veins on his shaft, you can practically feel the weight on your tongue. And of course someone passes by the half open door. Shadow in the frame. You know they can see you. You know they’ll talk. That’s the voyeurism bit quietly stabbing you in the brain.

It’s not just older guys either. One of the wildest bits is when you end up in a private classroom with this jacked black athlete who was supposed to be your rival back when you were still a dude. Now he just sees you as “the cute exam girl” and the power flip is filthy. You’re trying to keep your voice steady, but when he pulls you into his lap and you feel how big he is, there’s this moment where you can choose to grind a little more or pretend you want to escape. Either way his hands are on your new tits, squeezing them through the blouse, laughing soft when you gasp. If you keep pushing it, he rips your panties aside and fills you from behind over a desk that used to be just for math. There’s talk about “breeding his little school bitch” and “ruining you for anyone else” and the game leans into that hard, with creampie shots that look almost too glossy, white dripping down your thighs and staining the exam papers. And yeah, there’s clear cuck energy too, when some poor loser boyfriend type is forced to watch you get pounded, but the story never really cares how he feels. It cares how much you can take, how red your ass gets when they spank you, how your toes curl when a strict female teacher makes you lick her heels. My only tiny stupid annoyance is that the game has this quiet background of summer vacation posters everywhere and I kept waiting for a proper beach scene that never comes, even though it screams for bikinis and “oops the waves pulled my top off” moments. Whatever. If you go into it ready to play along with the role, to let the exam be an excuse for every kind of “test” they want to run on your new body, and you read every line slowly like you’re on the edge of failing on purpose, you’ll squeeze a lot more out of every filthy second.

Tag looks innocent for like three seconds, then your brain quietly goes “oh, this is not the playground anymore”. You start out as this pretty average guy, nothing special, not some muscle god or billionaire, just a dude who gets dragged into a grown-up version of the old tag game. Except here “tag” is more like you chasing chances to flirt, peek, touch, fuck up, try again, and maybe fuck for real. The whole thing moves slow at first, and I really liked that. You’re not thrown tits in your face in the first click. You talk, you watch, you imagine what’s under that short skirt when she bends to pick something up. The girls actually feel like people, even when your eyes stay glued to their huge tits and round asses. One of the best moments for me was this scene where you’re “it” and you corner a milf in the hallway, and the game lets you hesitate, watch her breathing a bit heavier, her shirt slightly open, before anything sexual even happens. It’s horny, but it’s also weirdly calm, like slow cooking your own blue balls.

What I enjoyed is how the erotic stuff builds from small, stupid choices. You decide where to look. You decide if you play the gentleman or the creep. There is a bathroom scene where you can literally just stand there, listening to the water, knowing she is inside, maybe naked, maybe not, and it’s such a simple thing, but my brain was working harder there than in some combat RPGs. You catch glimpses of her in a towel, the curve of her ass, the jiggle of big tits when she turns too fast, panties riding up as she stretches near a window with the blinds not fully closed. The little voyeur moments feel natural, not like the game screams “HEY, YOU’RE A PERVERT NOW”. You already know you are. And honestly, some of the animations are stiff at times, like the hips move but the rest of the body forgot how physics works, yet the mood still lands somehow. I actually liked that it’s not too polished, it feels like watching a horny creator grow in real time, but also I kind of hate it because I want one more scene with that older woman in the tight top and the teasing smile and I know it probably won’t be the focus. The story tries to be a slow burn, then suddenly jumps into a pretty blunt masturbation scene and then just walks away from it like nothing happened, which is hilarious and a bit annoying. But then you get another quiet moment on a couch, a soft chat that clearly wants to go dirty, her legs just slightly too open, and everything makes sense again, or not really, which is fine.

Imagine a horny version of Tinder that actually rewards you for being a shameless perv, and that’s pretty much where this thing lives. You’re on a fake mobile app, scrolling through a feed full of futa babes with insane curves, soft-looking thighs and those ridiculous, cartoon-perfect tits that bounce even when they’re just breathing. Every profile feels like you’re lowkey spying: selfies in messy bedrooms, gym mirror shots where the bulge is very much not hidden, “innocent” beach pics where the camera just happens to point straight at a thick cock pressing against a tiny bikini bottom. You pick who to chase, you send messages, you try to be charming or just horny as fuck, and the game kinda lets you mix both without judging. One second you’re pretending to care about someone’s hobbies, the next you’re coaxing her to show you just how big she really is when she’s hard. The writing doesn’t feel high art or anything, but it has that horny Discord-chat vibe, like some real person who’s a bit too online is actually dirty talking you back.

The teasing is what kills you in a good way. Girls sending photos that “accidentally” crop out the best part, talking about how they’re stroking themselves under the desk, but not giving you the full view until you say the right thing or pick the right reply. There was this one futa teacher type, glasses, tight blouse, big ass that looked heavy as fuck, and she kept making you wait. First it’s just a cleavage shot. Then she’s in panties, her cock only half showing through the fabric, already thick and hanging down like she’s not even fully hard. Then you finally unlock the scene where she’s sitting on her bed, legs spread, bra undone, huge tits resting on her stomach while she strokes that monster shaft slowly, like she’s flaunting it just for you. I actually had to put my phone down for a second because the build-up was too much. The game loves to edge you like that, dragging you through “cute” romance texts, little jealousy moments, then suddenly drops a full-on, cum-dripping CG of a girl grinding her big ass on some poor chair, cock pressed between the cushions, leaving this shiny mess behind. It’s a simulator only in the sense that it simulates you being a horny mess with way too many unread messages from porn-level futas.

Of course, it’s not perfect. Some chats repeat a bit, like the devs got horny and forgot to finish polishing the dialog trees, and you notice when a character sends a “new” photo that’s just a slightly zoomed-in crop of the old one. One of the girls has this expression that looks like she’s smelling something weird, and they keep reusing that face in super hot scenes, which kind of breaks the mood, but also made me laugh in a bad way. I also got irrationally annoyed that I couldn’t zoom in more on certain CGs, because if you’re going to give me a futa with a dick thicker than her own wrist and a butt you could rest a laptop on, I want to study the details like an art student, not squint like an old uncle. Still, even when I’m complaining, I kept going back to see who would message me next, which girl would finally crack and send that “I’m so horny, please help me” text. There’s a weird romance vibe hiding under all the filth too, like when a cocky futa who was only about using you for sexting suddenly admits she gets jealous if you talk to others, and then she tries to prove she’s “the best” by riding you in this desperate way, tits bouncing, her cock touching her own belly every time her ass slams down. It’s messy, shameless, sometimes a bit cringe, very horny, and feels exactly like the kind of thing you’d secretly keep in a folder on your phone labeled “productivity apps”.