Veiled Sojourns – No Refunds feels like someone mashed Pornhub search history with those awkward late-night trips to Walgreens when you really don’t wanna see anyone you know. Whole game stuck inside this 24/7 pharmacy, and somehow that tiny space is filthier than half the stuff on DLsite. You’re not “saving the world”, you’re just watching this crew of overworked, horny pharmacy staff solve medical problems with porn logic. Guy comes in with a “circulation issue”? Yeah, sure, that gets handled with a blowjob and some very questionable “clinical tests”. There’s this calm, straight-faced tone to everything, like they’re talking about blood pressure when what’s actually happening is: cock out, tits out, dignity gone. Reminded me of messaging a doctor on the Babylon Health or Teladoc app, except instead of “increase your fluids” it’s more “bend over the counter and we’ll see if your ass is still responsive.”

I like that it’s kinetic, no choices, no “pick the right route to unlock titty”. You just sit there and let it happen to you. Makes it feel more like you’re trapped in the night shift with them, watching everything, sometimes uncomfortably long. One scene with a regular customer who pretends he’s embarrassed about buying condoms, and Sina turns it into this teasing roleplay that goes way too far, like she’s offering “demo use” to make sure the fit is correct. It keeps that cheap hentai logic where every solution is “sexual contact fixes it”, but the writing is weirdly sharp about work life. People complaining about overtime, broken barcode scanner, stock lists, all while someone’s cock is pressing against the storeroom door. There’s this bit with the receipt printer bugging out during a blowjob in the back, and she’s trying to finish him before the system times out. That tiny stupid detail stuck in my brain more than the actual cum shot.

Not everything hits. The boobs are big, the cocks are big, the asses are big, after a while my brain was like “ok I get it, everyone’s built like a hentai thumbnail”. I kinda wish there was at least one scrawny dude or flat girl just to break the pattern, but I know it won’t happen, this thing knows its fetish and stays in that lane like a truck driver high on Red Bull. The humor sometimes slips into that Reddit banter vibe, like someone watched too many TikToks, then right after that you get a scene where a shy customer asks for sleep meds and basically gets fucked tired instead and I’m like, alright, never mind, I’m here for this. They never bother to over-explain the medical excuses either, they just throw a quick “side effect” line and jump straight to cock worship. At one point a girl complains about back pain from lifting boxes, and instead of ergonomic advice we get her coworker testing “muscle tension” by pushing her face into the counter and pulling her panties down. I was annoyed the little label on the box in the background was misspelled and I kept staring at it, completely pulled out of the moment, but then her tits smashed on the cold counter and there’s this tiny dialogue about the chill on her nipples and my brain just… forgot to stay mad. It’s clumsy, horny, way too honest about how boring work can be until suddenly it’s not, like when you’re sleepy scrolling on the NHS app and then end up on Pornhub without even noticing how you got there.

Game feels like that moment when you unzip in a hot shower and the steam just hits your face. Not pretty, not classy, just pure “yeah this is what I came for”. You’re this dude in a seaside apartment, fake romantic, like one of those Instagram ads for “romantic getaway” except instead of champagne you basically bring your dick. New girlfriend, thick as fuck, big ass spilling over the edge of the couch when she sits, soft tummy under the swimsuit, and then her daughter wandering around the place like temptation with legs. Redhead, pale skin, freckles, tits that don’t even fit right in the bikini. Classic porn brain setup. I saw the preview and instantly thought “ok I’m gonna sink way too much money into this gacha” and yep, I did. No regrets, except a few, but they got drowned somewhere between the second and third cumshot scene.

The best pull I had was this lewd beach scene. You know the type: sunset, fake classy music, everybody pretending this is “romantic” when the camera is basically shoving your face in her cleavage. They do this POV angle where she straddles you on a beach chair, her swimsuit digging into her fat thighs, tits bouncing everywhere, and you can just barely see the daughter walking in the background, pretending not to stare. That mix of wholesome and “I’m absolutely going to fuck both of you if the dev lets me” is wild. I burned like 40 rolls trying to unlock the alternate swimsuit with the sideboob cut. The gacha UI is jank as hell by the way, looks like someone built it in an afternoon on an old laptop while jerking off, but when that rare scene card pops and you see the little preview of her pressed against the balcony window, nipples hard against the glass while neighbors could totally see her, all that rage just disappears. Or at least gets pushed under the horny carpet. The weird part, though, is the pacing. Sometimes the game spends way too long on tiny stuff, like watching her try to pull the straps over her tits and failing three times, while other times it skips the one thing I wanted: I never got a good slow undress of the daughter, just hard cut from shy chat to her sitting there in a tight bikini. I’m still salty about the lighting in one of the shower scenes too, the water looks fine, but there’s this one flicker in the corner of the screen that made me think my phone was dying and I kept pausing like an idiot and then forgetting what I paused for. But the way the camera hugs those curves when the milf leans over the kitchen counter, ass basically swallowing the fabric, thong lost in between, that almost makes me forgive everything. Almost.

What actually hooked me long term was the whole fake “family vacation” vibe that slowly turns into “every room in this apartment smells like sex”. You start with simple stuff like sunscreen rubbing on the beach, her moaning just a bit too much when your hands go under the strap, and the daughter pretending to scroll TikTok while her eyes are glued to how your fingers slide under her mom’s bikini bottom. Later there’s this balcony scene at night, city lights far away, ocean sound looping a bit too short, where the milf climbs into your lap and rides you facing out, her big tits bouncing as she puts on this heavy breathing “I’m trying to be quiet” act. Meanwhile you keep catching reflections of yourself in the glass, that proper POV feel, and you know anyone in the building opposite could see her fat ass slamming down. I got a UR card where both of them end up in bed, the mom cuddling you while the daughter is on her knees near the edge, your cock in her mouth and the milf just stroking your chest like this is the most normal thing in the world. It took me way too many reloads and some cursed Google Opinion Rewards grinding to get that one and honestly it’s filthy in a good way, like classic browser porn energy with a slightly nicer coat of paint. It still feels rough in spots, some transitions are sharp, some lines of dialog read like they were machine translated twice and then drunk edited, but that almost makes it better. It’s like the dev was horny first, writer second, programmer third, which is exactly the order my dick respects. I keep telling myself “ok, no more pulls, you saw enough big tits on this beach” and then they tease one more swimsuit variant with her belly poking out and I’m back hitting confirm like a clown.

Fran looks like the kind of guy who apologizes to chairs when he bumps into them, which makes it even funnier when he ends up with his face buried between his teacher’s tits. The whole thing starts super small: boring school day, empty classroom, that one hot teacher who dresses “professional” but her blouse buttons are hanging on for dear life. Ruby is that redhead everyone pretends not to stare at, the one who leans over your desk and your brain forgets how math works. The story doesn’t rush to the sex right away, it kind of pokes at you, like “yeah, you know where this is going,” but still makes you wait a bit while the tension builds. It’s horny in a slow way at first, which I liked and also hated because I’m impatient as hell.

The fun part is that Ruby is not just some generic porn puppet. She goes from normal teacher mood to needy mess after those chocolates kick in, and it feels messy and hot instead of perfect. She’s trying to stay in control, pretending she’s fine, but her breathing gets weird, she keeps adjusting her bra, she “accidentally” presses those big boobs against Fran way too long. There’s a moment where she’s scolding him for being distracted, but her hand is already on his thigh, and you can see both of them realize they crossed that line. I had Firefox open with like 12 other tabs, but once she pulls him closer by the tie, everything else on my screen stopped existing. The oral stuff hits nice, because it’s not some pro pornstar skill, it’s a flustered teacher trying to stuff a horny student’s cock in her mouth without losing the last piece of her dignity. She fails, obviously. Saliva everywhere, mascara a bit ruined, the whole “I shouldn’t be doing this” vibe that somehow makes it worse in a good way. When he finally blows his load on her face, she looks shocked and turned on at the same time, like she just realized she loves the taste of her own mistake.

I’m a sucker for shit going wrong emotionally, and this has that tiny little heartbreak flavor under all the cum. Fran is shy and you can tell he’s half convinced this is some dream he’s going to wake up from, and Ruby keeps bouncing between “caring teacher” and “please fuck me right here on the desk.” There’s this bit during the titfuck where she presses his cock between her boobs, and for a second she gets this soft look, almost romantic, like she’s imagining something more than just a quick fuck in the classroom. Then she eggs him on, asking for his cum like a complete slut, and that tender moment just dies in her own dirty talk. It’s kind of sad, actually, in the middle of all that sticky mess. The teasing before each act is really the best part: her adjusting her glasses while her lips are still shiny from sucking him off, or the way she fixes her skirt after getting groped, as if that’s going to hide anything. I wish the aftermath was longer, like more awkward silence, more “what have we done” vibe. But it just isn’t, and it never will be, and somehow that fits. This is the kind of school fantasy where romance is real enough to hurt a little, but at the end you’re mostly staring at a redhead teacher covered in cum, thinking “yeah, I’d ruin my grades for that too.”

Reika starts out looking like every other stacked sci‑fi heroine you’ve seen in horny games, but the story here is weirdly specific in a good way. She’s not saving the world, she’s trying to fix her husband’s dick. Literally. Guy got hit with some impotence poison that basically shut his cock down, and she’s out there doing missions, chasing info, begging this nerdy engineer Fredric to help her crack a cure. On paper it sounds kind of romantic, like “I’ll do anything for my man” stuff. In practice it turns into this slow, nasty sexual spiral where you keep asking yourself, alright, how far is she actually willing to go while his useless dick just hangs in the background of the plot like a dead controller battery.

The game feels quiet most of the time. Lots of VN style dialogue where you just sit there watching Reika’s huge tits bounce in that tight suit while she talks about samples, data, test results. Her boobs are ridiculous, same with her ass, they always sit just a bit too high on screen, like the camera knows why you’re here but pretends it doesn’t. It’s kind of funny. The “cheating” angle doesn’t slam you in the face right away. You mostly get silhouettes on monitors, reflections in glass, something moving in a shadow behind her while she thinks she’s alone with Fredric in the lab. There’s a scene where she bends over a console, ass nearly eating the fabric, and you just see, in the reflection of a metal panel, a shape behind her that is very obviously a dude lining up on her. But the main shot stays on her face and the text keeps talking about “calibration.” I actually laughed there, because it’s so on the nose and still pretending to be subtle. Then later I decided I hated that exact same trick because it keeps teasing you and never fully admits what’s going on, even when it’s painfully obvious.

Thing is, the NTR here is labeled “hidden” and they weren’t lying. If you like the usual “husband walks in and sees everything” type of drama, this one pokes at your brain instead. Camera cuts at the last moment, or it goes blurry, or they pixel the action like some stolen security cam footage. You’ll stare at some animated pixelated scene of Reika grinding on a big shape, her huge breasts bouncing in these tiny crunchy pixels, and your brain fills the details harder than any full explicit render. It’s almost annoying. I kept pausing to squint like that would help. The contradiction is, the more they cover it, the dirtier it feels. One moment you’re sympathizing with her, hoping she fixes her husband and gets his cock working again, next moment you’re thinking, yeah, she’s not gonna want his scrawny poisoned dick after riding whatever monster Fredric is hiding in that lab. Or maybe he’s pure cinnamon roll and I’m just projecting, I honestly forgot what I was about to say about him halfway through a scene where Reika’s boobs were pressed against a glass tube and there was just this shadow moving inside it.

The 3D work is… fine, I guess, nothing revolutionary, but the way they cut to pixel animations when things get really indecent is what gives it personality. It feels like stolen footage, like you shouldn’t be seeing it, like some hidden folder on an old Windows XP machine. They mix animated loops with VN choices, so you’re clicking through dialogue while in the corner of the screen Reika’s silhouette is clearly getting railed, and nobody mentions it in the text. You’re talking about “nanotech injections” while her outline is bouncing up and down. Absolute nonsense, but it hits. People in my Discord keep arguing if she’s actually cheating or if it’s all just “clinical procedures” and I pretend to mod them while secretly replaying the lab sequence where she agrees to “one more stress test” and the whole screen shakes in rhythm for a good thirty seconds. If you wanna squeeze every spicy drop out of it, don’t rush the text, let the silhouettes and pixels sit there and cook in your head. That’s where the filth collects.

You roll back into this sleepy town with that weird mix of nostalgia and “why the hell did I come back here,” and the game doesn’t even bother pretending it’s about anything pure. Yeah, there’s some story about reconnecting with someone very close from your past, but pretty fast it turns into “how much filthy stuff can I push her into, and how deep can I go.” Your phone basically becomes your perv sidekick, with your nerd best friend sending you messages that sound like a Telegram group chat that should absolutely be illegal. I kept checking my notifications like it was WhatsApp and not a horny strategy guide. He’s not subtle at all, he’s like: “Yeah man, aim for the ass, that’s the main route.” And the game actually listens to him. Half the choices feel like “normal-ish” path and “okay we’re going straight for the backdoor again.” The crazy part is how it sells the whole “freeuse” vibe inside what looks at first like kinda wholesome reunion. You get these moments where she pretends to be shy, blushing, acting virgin and all innocent, then a couple clicks later she’s pulling her own cheeks apart and telling you to not hold back. It’s messed up. It’s hot. It’s both at the same time and my brain was like: we need therapy, but also, next scene please.

What I liked is that it’s not all copy paste positions. It plays a lot with angles and pacing, especially with anal stuff. The animations are simple but surprisingly expressive, like the way her ass jiggles when you’re going way too rough, or how her body tenses right before you shove everything inside. Sometimes her tits bounce totally off beat and it annoyed me more than it should, but then you get that one close-up of her big ass swallowing you slowly with these disgusting wet sounds and I kinda forgot I was even mad. Sound design is doing too much in the best way. Little gasps, nervous giggles, the sloppy lube noises when you spit on her hole because you were too lazy to prep her properly. There’s a creampie scene where it just keeps pouring out and I actually muttered “jesus christ” out loud like some old man. Humor hits random too. One moment it’s hot corruption talk, the next your buddy on the phone sends some dumb meme-tier advice that breaks the mood, then two clicks later her face is buried in a pillow while you rail her and it’s serious again. It plays like a sandbox of bad decisions where you wander around, poke at people, push boundaries, and somehow keep ending back with her bent over something, acting like your personal toy. Not all routes feel balanced, some scenes feel like they jump too fast from “I’m not sure about this” to “fill my ass until I can’t walk,” but, well, that’s kind of the charm here, or the problem, or both.

Stormbound Hotel feels like someone took a regular horny VN idea, locked it in a room with a bottle of wine and a broken intercom, and just let it stew. You’re stuck as the host of this weird hotel in the middle of nowhere, and the game doesn’t rush to explain shit to you. There is some kind of deal, some watcher who keeps talking in your ear, judging what you do, but it’s not clear if they own you or you fucked yourself over long ago. This voice keeps popping up, teasing you the same way you’re trying to tease the women, almost like the game is flirting with you too. Sounds cool in theory. In practice, it can be annoying as hell and then suddenly hot again when it comments on what your guest is doing with her tongue.

The whole thing leans really hard into tension and hesitation instead of instant porn-brain. Sara, the first guest, doesn’t show up like “hi I’m here to suck your dick”. She arrives during a storm, tired, dripping wet clothes, a little guarded. You give her a room, talk small bullshit, watch her through these hotel cameras that feel way too convenient and too cursed at the same time. The voyeur stuff hits strongest when she thinks she’s alone: she stretches on the bed, rubs her thighs together just a bit too long, pulls her top off, you get that view of big tits pressed against her arms while she’s deciding if she should touch herself or not. Sometimes she just doesn’t, which is kind of frustrating but also makes the later scenes feel more earned. You can tell the game wants you to be patient, then it sends a choice like “stay professional” next to “comment on her body” and laughs at you silently. I picked the pervy option way too often and got hard cutoffs where she just shuts down and the scene fizzles. No mercy. No quick reload excuse like “oh that didn’t count”. It counts.

When it finally goes beyond teasing, it doesn’t jump straight to crazy fetish circus. It builds from negotiation. A brush of fingers when you pass her a drink. Her looking you right in the eye while she slowly wraps her hand around your cock in that hotel hallway that should definitely have cameras and rules and all that. Handjob scenes here feel slower, more detailed than usual, like the game actually cares where the thumb is and how the wrist twists instead of just “she jerks you off, cum”. Then you get those quiet moments after, where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, cum on her fingers, half embarrassed, half proud, and the watcher in your ear says something that makes you wonder if this is romance or just you being a toy in someone else’s experiment. Oral scenes, same thing: too close, too personal, her lips shiny and her hair tickling your lower stomach while she looks up, waiting to see if you’re enjoying or pretending. There’s vaginal too, obviously, with Sara grinding into you on those white hotel sheets, big boobs bouncing, legs wrapped around you, right on the edge between tender and “fuck me harder”, and you keep thinking someone is watching because, well, they are. Some shots really sell the exhibitionism angle, like when she’s riding you near the window and the game teases that someone might see, even if no one does. Or maybe they do, I’m not sure, the rules of that place are shady as hell.

What surprised me is how much the hotel itself becomes part of the sex. Hallways where you could get caught. A lobby that looks safe but turns into foreplay just from a hand on a thigh under the table. A room door slightly open so you can watch Sara touching herself, sliding her fingers between her legs, then pulling them back, annoyed at herself for wanting it. If you mess it up with her, you feel it later when she’s colder, keeps her robe tighter around those big tits, or refuses a footjob suggestion with this “are you serious right now?” face that stings more than any game over screen. And in between all that, you get hints about other guests coming, like Missy, and about the hotel’s strange rules, and you kinda forget if you’re here for the plot or just to see who you’ll get to fuck next. Porn brain and curiosity wrestling each other like two drunk people in a Discord VC, while that unseen watcher in your head just keeps grinning.

RuleUniverse feels like somebody mashed together Dragon Ball fanfic, horny Patreon art, and a half-finished RPGMaker project, then forgot to polish anything but Bulma’s tits. You start as this abandoned, overachiever student, classic “good boy with trauma”, and very fast it stops being about homework and becomes about a demon scientist girl shoving warrior DNA into your body. It sounds dramatic, “guide of the universe” and all that, but most of the time I was just wandering around the sandbox trying to remember where Android 18’s event flag was hiding while my tea got cold. The game calls itself adventure, but the real adventure is figuring out which NPC you had to click three times to unlock the next blowjob scene. And somehow that is kind of charming. In the same way old Tumblr smut was charming before everyone tried to be professional.

What really stands out to me, from a gender studies brain, is how unapologetically it leans into this fantasy of female power that exists only to be sexually harvested. Bulma is super smart, rich, has all the tech, she talks like a woman who already saved the world twice and is bored. Yet the camera is glued to her huge tits and that absurdly tight outfit in every animated scene. She’ll explain some advanced gadget, then the dialog suddenly swerves into “oh, I guess I can help you relieve your new ‘universal stress’” and two lines later she’s on her knees sucking you off like she’s been waiting her whole canon life to do exactly this. Android 18 is even more funny. In Dragon Ball she’s this cool, deadpan cyborg with moral complexity. Here she’s still cool, but the game quietly turns her “I could kill you” energy into “I could ride you until you pass out” and somehow that transformation is the most believable part. There is one oral scene with her, in a training area, where the animation focuses so much on the spit string between her lips and your cock that I completely missed a QTE prompt, and I’m still annoyed there’s no way to replay it instantly from a gallery. Pure UX crime. Also there is supposed to be romance, but the writing treats romance like a side quest you forgot in your quest log. You can pick some sweet dialog options, Bulma calls you cute, Android 18 pretends she doesn’t care, and five minutes later one of them is bouncing her big ass on your dick while the text still pretends you are talking about cosmic order. The tone whiplash is hilarious and also weirdly hot. This is not a game that understands consent discourse, but it does understand thigh physics.

The sandbox structure could be nice, in theory, because exploration fits the whole “universe DNA” theme, except the map design feels like a horny maze without a legend. One minute you are in a lab flirting with a demon scientist who looks like Chi-Chi’s goth cousin, next minute you clicked the wrong shiny thing and you are in some magical pocket zone punching training dummies to unlock a new combat skill you will probably forget to use. The combat exists, it’s not deep, and honestly I kept wishing there was a “just let me fuck” button on the UI so I didn’t have to win another tutorial fight to see Bulma ride me again. At least the animated sex scenes actually move like sex, not like stiff puppets; there is proper thrusting, body contact, tits bouncing, some nice focus on penetration when you go vaginal with the MILF-type character. Even then, the game clearly loves big boobs more than it loves anything else. Every conversation, every angle, it is like the dev had three moods: boobs from front, boobs from side, boobs slightly wet. As a scholar I could talk about how it reduces every woman to curves and mouths, how it replays shonen gender roles in extra-horny mode, how your male protagonist gets “universe DNA” instead of actual personality. As a horny player I just notice that the cumshot on Bulma’s face in one specific scene is animated way better than the whole romance arc, and somehow that says everything about RuleUniverse more clearly than any theory book I read on my Kindle.

Her wedding ring is the shiniest handcuff in this game, and the husband is the idiot who brought the key and then lost it on purpose. That is the whole vibe. It starts all polite and domestic, like some boring couple from a bank commercial, but you can already feel the crack under the surface. The wife smiles too wide, the husband looks too curious when the neighbor’s blonde leans over the fence, boobs almost falling out, pretending she doesn’t notice. The game loves that slow, sticky feeling when you know something filthy is coming and you just keep clicking, pretending it’s still about “relationship problems” while her tits are practically knocking at the screen asking to be corrupted. You’re not only watching them fall into filth, you’re poking them, like: “Yes, yes, go there, say yes to the stupid idea, let’s ruin this nice wedding photo.”

What I liked is how the choices feel like small bad habits that turn into full sin. At first it’s innocent: “Do you flirt back with the brunette at the bar or stay loyal?” Of course you flirt, you’re not here to play priest. Then suddenly that same choice means your wife sees a text, gets jealous, and somehow ends up drunk, laughing with that big-titted blonde you were thinking about earlier. And she laughs with that slightly too-loud laugh, and you know the next click is maybe the point of no return. There was one scene where she’s in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror, still in her nice wife dress, hand sliding down her belly, cheeks red, remembering how another man looked at her ass. The game lets you decide if she pulls her panties aside or pretends she’s still “a good girl.” I picked “good girl” once and it made me feel like a liar, so I reloaded just to drag her deeper. The corruption is not subtle at all, and it shouldn’t be. When she finally spreads for someone who isn’t you, the text doesn’t pretend it’s romance, it just goes crude and hungry, and I’m glad it doesn’t apologize for that. The jokes hit in weird spots too, like when the husband is clearly aroused and trying to act caring, and the game just mocks him in narration like a horny stand-up show. I do hate one tiny thing: sometimes a big scene gets cut off on a “to be continued” vibe right when the wife is on her knees and my mouse is already clicking ahead, and it feels like someone pulled the plug from my brain. But whatever, I still went back for another route, another wrong turn, another time watching a sweet married couple melt into perverts who finally stop pretending that “I love your wife” is not the most honest sentence in the room.

You know that one professor fantasy that kinda lives rent free in the back of your brain whenever you open Google Docs to “study”? This game just goes all in on that, but with a twist: the whole thing feels like someone wired ChatGPT directly into a horny therapist and then pointed it at a strict college prof with too much self control. You’re this final‑year student stuck under the thumb of Professor Evelyn Reed, who looks like she lives on black coffee and grading rubrics, and the game basically asks, “Okay, how far are you willing to push her before she breaks?” It starts with normal stuff, office hours, academic talk, acting like a good boy who just wants to pass. Except your dialogue choices slide from respectful to manipulative pretty fast if you want. You can be soft, patient, way too romantic for your own good, or you can lean into domination, push her boundaries, get her to do things she clearly knows are wrong. And the funniest part is how the AI generated art sometimes gives her this perfect cold stare with huge tits that absolutely don’t fit the blouse, then next scene her expression glitches into full ahegao like she just got railed behind the faculty lounge in a hentai panel. It’s hot and slightly cursed at the same time.

The best moments are when the “sandbox” part opens up and you’re not just clicking next text block like a zombie. You start juggling her public image and your private corruption of her. You take her from stiff “no touching, no exceptions” rules to slipping her hand under the desk, stroking your cock while she tries to discuss your thesis topic. That first time you push for a handjob right there in her office, with students outside the door, it hits that exhibitionism button so hard. Then later she’s kneeling between your legs, lipstick messy, trying to keep control while she gives you this slow blowjob that suddenly turns needy as hell. The game lets you decide whether you finish on her face, in her mouth, or give her a full creampie in some scene where she’s pretending this is “a one time lapse in judgment” even while she’s grinding that big ass on you like she’s been waiting years. Anal comes in surprisingly late, like a reward or punishment depending how you roleplay it. There is even lactation stuff tucked into one route that feels like the dev just went, “You know what, fuck it, let’s add that too,” and honestly I respect the chaos. It’s not polished, text sometimes repeats, the AI art has weird fingers here and there, the pacing jumps, and one scene had her boobs bigger than her whole torso, but when she finally looks up at you with that ruined makeup, ahegao face, calling you her favorite student while you use her like your personal toy, none of that really matters.