This thing feels like somebody mashed together a heist movie, a trashy porn comic and a chill lo-fi playlist on YouTube, then forgot to polish any of it and just went “yeah, good enough.” You’re this young guy slipping through a dirty, neon city, trying to act like some smooth criminal while half the time you’re actually just creeping around halls, peeking through half-open doors and staring at huge tits you absolutely should not be staring at. One minute you’re creeping through a school corridor at night, pretending you’re checking security cameras, and the next you’re frozen because a curvy teacher with that perfect milf ass is bent over a desk, skirt riding up, panties half down, fingers already between her legs. The game just lets you sit there and watch her masturbate for way too long. Camera slowly zooms. You know you should move. You don’t. It’s full-on voyeur shit, and it doesn’t pretend to be respectable about it.

What I really liked, and also kinda hated, is how the “team” stuff keeps getting mixed with sex in ways that make zero sense but still work. You get this group of specialists for robberies, right, and you’re supposed to think about alarms and routes and timing, but somehow planning a job turns into one girl stripping on the couch “to help everyone relax,” while one of the others lazily jerks you off with one hand and scrolls Telegram with the other. There’s a scene where the older woman in the crew, the total milf archetype, corners you in a cheap motel room after a failed run, grabs your crotch through your pants and says she needs to “test your commitment to the team.” She pulls your cock out and starts a slow, teasing handjob while lecturing you like some pissed-off aunt who’s also insanely horny, spitting on it, dragging her thumb over the tip, but never quite letting you cum until you basically beg her. Then later she pretends like nothing happened and talks about “professional boundaries.” Yeah, sure.

The 3D models are dirty in a good way, not perfect, like they came from some older Honey Select era and just got tuned up. Big asses that jiggle a bit too much when they grind on you, boobs that look heavy enough to actually hurt your back, lips shiny and wet during oral scenes where girls really go all-in. There’s this one group scene in a cramped apartment where you’re supposed to be hiding from cops, but everyone ends up half naked on the living room floor. One girl kneels between your legs, deep-throating you, drool and spit completely covering your shaft, while another sits on your face, big tits bouncing as she rides your tongue, and a third one just gropes everyone like she can’t decide where to join. It’s chaotic. Feels like the dev was horny and tired at the same time. There’s teasing that goes nowhere, handjobs that suddenly jump to vaginal sex without any smooth transition, and sometimes the dialogue sounds like Google Translate tried to write a crime drama. But the city vibe, the soft background beats, the way you catch the milf undressing near a half-open window and just watch her strip piece by piece, knowing someone else in the house is related to you and this is absolutely not okay… it sticks in your head more than it should.

This thing starts like one of those generic plague quests you click through while half scrolling Twitter, and then it quietly slaps your brain. You’re the brave idiot sent by the king to find a cure in a cursed forest, classic fantasy setup, nothing special. What sells it is that you’re dragging your elven wife along. Vallabelle. Tiny bit too perfect at first: kind, loyal, soft voice, big tits that are somehow both modest and absolutely not, all that “pure priestess” energy. At the start she’s healing your wounds, blessing your sword, kissing your cheek like some Pinterest couple goal, and you’re thinking “ah ok, cute couple porn, chill.” Then you realize it’s not actually about you being a hero. It’s about how fast this forest will eat that purity and spit it back out on your screen.

The game is a straight kinetic ride, so forget about pretending you’re in control with choices. You’re more like a very horny ghost sitting on the guy’s shoulder, watching his life slowly fall apart. And it works weirdly well. The first time the tentacles show up, it’s not even “sexy” at the beginning. It’s messy, slimy, she’s terrified, you’re useless, and the camera leans into that voyeur thing hard. There’s this moment where you’re hiding in the bushes, literally watching your own wife get pinned, her robe pulled open, and the art just lingers on her face, not the monster. Slight tremble in her lips, a tear, and then that tiny, horrible shift when fear starts mixing with arousal. I hated it. I replayed the scene twice. That kind of game. Later you’re sitting in bed scrolling Telegram in real life and your brain randomly goes “yeah but remember when she started moving her hips on that thing” and suddenly Chrome is open again.

What got me was how the corruption is slow and petty. It’s not like she just wakes up and wants to fuck everything. You get little steps. The first hesitant handjob she gives some sleazy “ally” in exchange for help, while you’re right there pretending you don’t understand what’s going on. The “accidental” groping that she doesn’t push away fast enough. That one scene where she bends over to heal a villager and the shot just camps on her ass pushing against the fabric, and you can tell from her eyes that she knows someone’s staring, and she kinda likes it. Or when she’s teasing you before sleep, jerking you off slow, then pulls away with that “save your strength for tomorrow, dear” while you just saw what she did behind the ruined chapel. The game never asks if you’re okay with cheating, it just assumes you’re along for this slow motion car crash. At some point I caught myself more focused on how far she would go than on saving the kingdom. Which is stupid, because the plague is still a thing, but whatever. The pure priestess that started the journey is not the same girl doing oral in a ruined shrine while a bunch of eyes watch from the dark, and you’re still calling her “my beloved” like a clown. It’s gross, hot, annoying, addictive. Honestly, I’m not even sure I liked it. I couldn’t stop either.

Time Loop Harem looks, at first, like some horny version of Groundhog Day got drunk with one of those cheesy high school romance anime. You’re this dude stuck in a house with three women who are way too hot to be acting this casual around you, and your day keeps resetting. Same breakfast, same school, same chores, same porn on your hidden folder if you’re lazy to delete it. The game never really screams at you “this is the point”, it just lets you slowly figure out that if time doesn’t move, consequences also don’t move. And that’s where it starts getting fucked up in a good way and in a bad way at the same time.

What really stuck in my head is how normal it feels at first. Like, you’re walking around in this point and click setup, doing tasks, talking, checking your phone, pretending you’re actually interested in class. Then on loop number… I don’t know, I lost count, you’re suddenly sneaking a look at one of the women in the shower through the bathroom door that doesn’t close right, and the game treats it like “yeah, that’s just a thing you do now”. No big pop-up, no moral system bar. Just your dick and your curiosity. The voyeurism goes from “oops, I clicked the wrong place” to “nah, I know exactly where that crack in the door is” real fast. And because the day resets, you start trying stuff you’d never try if the clock was real. You slip a hand under a blanket when someone is sleeping, you try a risky handjob in the living room while the TV is on, you push the romance too far with the wrong twin and suddenly she is getting stolen by some asshole at school in that quiet, nasty NTR way that makes you want to reload a save and also keep watching at the same time. Or maybe you don’t. Maybe you pretend you’re better than that and then you still peek.

The sexual build-up isn’t just straight line “talk her up, get blowjob, roll credits”. Sometimes you get something soft, like cuddling on the couch and her falling asleep on your lap with your phone still open on Telegram, and you think “aww, cute”. Next loop, same scene, your hand slides to her tits, and there is this slow shift from wholesome to horny that feels way more real than most porn games where everyone is already naked after three lines of dialogue. But then the game also throws in shit like sleep sex and weird timing anal that honestly made me go “ok man, this guy needs therapy”, and then five clicks later I’m lining up a titfuck scene because the dev made the tits so huge they move like they have their own physics engine. I hated how much I liked it. The cosplay stuff feels random at first too, like suddenly she is trying on a maid outfit or some cheap school festival costume in the bedroom, and you’re just there, pretending you care about the fabric while every camera angle is screaming “grab her ass”. And yeah, the incest tone is there, not soft, not subtle. The game just leans into that messed-up fantasy you see in those tags: living together, fake boundaries, everyone “family” but not really acting like it. Sometimes it feels weird and wrong, sometimes it feels hot as hell, and the game doesn’t babysit you about it or judge you, it just lets you dig your own mental grave while you chase one more blowjob before the day resets again.

You slip into the captain’s chair of the Cerritos and the first thing that hits you is not the stars, not the engines, not the duty. It’s chaos. Pure horny chaos. The crew is lazy, smug, half-dressed in corridors, gossiping in the mess like it’s some horny version of Slack where everyone shares nudes instead of reports. Mariner is at the center of that storm, of course. She looks you in the eye, smirks, and basically says with her whole body: “What are you going to do about it, captain?” And the game just hands you the keys and whispers: bend her or break her. Or let her corrupt everyone while you pretend you’re still in charge.

I love how it pretends to be all official starship business, then five clicks later you’re in some cramped Jeffries tube with an ensign on their knees, giving messy oral while you’re trying to remember if this was a discipline scene or just you being a bastard. The AI CG gives this weird dreamy look to their faces in a good way, like porn you found in an old folder and it turns you on more because it’s slightly imperfect. Ahegao faces hit hard here: eyes rolled up, tongue out, cum dripping, and the captain’s log in your head going completely off-topic. And the game doesn’t care about perfect morality at all. You can blackmail Mariner with caught-in-the-shower shots, trade promotions for creampies, turn “staff meetings” into bukkake parties on the holo table. There’s this one moment where you walk in on two “straight” male officers fooling around in a storage room, one of them already slick with lube, and you can just quietly close the door or join in and fuck them till they start calling you “sir” with that broken little voice. The switch from goofy humor to dirty humiliation is brutal sometimes, like a comedy skit that suddenly ends in anal and tears and they still thank you.

What really stuck in my head though is the way the game lets bodies be messy and wrong and hot. Big tits that bounce when the gravity flickers, a trap ensign blushing as you push them against the bulkhead, lactation scenes where you’re half making fun of them and half addicted to the taste, that one corrupted officer who goes from smug to begging for vaginal or anal just so you don’t leak the vids to the whole ship. You can be a total bastard captain if you want, using cheating partners as toys, turning proud officers into cum tanks, leaving them covered in sticky white on the bridge floor like some fucked up fleet tradition. And then it drops a joke about some Star Trek thing but slightly wrong, and you laugh even while you’re watching an animated loop of Mariner riding you raw, expression glazed, milk leaking down her belly. It feels like something I’d want to draw fanart of for days: the captain’s boot on a neck, a uniform half torn, bright colors, stupid grin, shameful arousal. “Best Use of Rank Abuse” award from me, absolutely undeserved and completely accurate.

New city, same horny brain. This one throws you right into a couple who look like they have their shit together on the surface, but you can tell after five minutes that they’re both one bad decision away from doing something very, very inappropriate with a stranger in the hallway. You bounce between their heads, sometimes literally in POV, sometimes just clicking through scenes like a nosey neighbor with x‑ray vision. One moment you’re in their cute little apartment, watching her pretend she cares about unpacking boxes while she secretly keeps checking out her own ass in the window reflection, next moment you’re following him to work, where he’s trying to act professional while his mind runs on a loop of “how far can I push her tonight without breaking things.” The game doesn’t rush it either. There’s teasing everywhere, slow burn flirting and those stupid tiny touches like her sitting on his lap and “accidentally” grinding just a bit too much while talking about totally normal stuff like rent and groceries. And they keep making dumb jokes mid‑sex, which weirdly makes it hotter, because it feels like two real idiots fucking, not porn robots.

The sex scenes go from soft and romantic to “oh, ok, we’re really doing this” pretty fast once they start trusting the new city a bit too much. Lots of oral, lots of her with spit on her lips and eyes rolled up in that over the top ahegao way, tongue out, mascara starting to smudge. If you’re into watching her take creampies from POV, you get that a few times and the camera doesn’t cut away when he finishes inside, it just sits there on that slow drip afterward like it paid rent to be there. Her tits are huge, very obviously made to be stared at, grabbed, bounced, all that. There’s a scene on the couch where she’s riding him and the only thing moving on screen is basically breasts and her mouth hanging open like she’s lost every brain cell. They even work in spanking without turning it into some hardcore dungeon thing; it’s more like playful “you teased me too long, now I’m going to smack your ass until you can’t sit still at brunch tomorrow.” The funniest part is, half the time you’re just clicking around like a regular point and click adventure, checking a mailbox, looking at a street sign, and suddenly the next click turns into her on her knees in the shower, hair soaked, taking him deep while the water runs down her face. It makes no sense and also feels exactly like how horny brains work: focus, distraction, focus, blowjob. There are moments where the humor goes a bit too sitcom, and some AI‑generated CG faces look slightly off if you stare too long, like she’s thinking about taxes while getting railed, but then the angle shifts, her ass fills the screen, and you forget you were about to complain. The game pretends it’s all about “relationship and romance” but you’ll remember it for that one scene where she’s on the kitchen counter, legs pushed up, getting filled and moaning loud enough that if Birchfall was a real place the neighbors would 100% hear everything.

Mike is basically living in a freezer with boobs. Big cold boobs, to be fair, but still cold. His wife has that vibe like she’s permanently pissed off at him for something he did five years ago and never got told about. The house feels like a museum of dead feelings, except the furniture is kinda nice and the angles the game hits you with make it feel like someone hid a camera in every corner. You’re in his head, in his eyes, following him around room by room, catching little flashes of skin that probably shouldn’t be visible if everyone in this house was behaving like normal human beings. Which they are not. At all.

Then the shy newcomer shows up. And the whole energy goes from “failed marriage counseling session” to “what if your salvation had huge tits and looked at you like you were actually worth listening to.” She has this gentle thing going on, but the camera keeps betraying her, sliding down her curves, catching the way her ass fills the frame when she’s “accidentally” bending over to pick up something she could easily ignore. The game really leans into that, like it wants you half-guilty and half-horny at every second. You’re peeking through door cracks, watching reflections in windows, staring longer than you should at how her shirt clings when she leans closer. Feels like the house itself encourages that shit. Every hallway is a new angle on somebody’s body, every doorway is a chance to see something you shouldn’t. And when the wife shows up on screen, she’s all tight jaw, sharp words, big chest that’s somehow more threatening than inviting. She walks away a lot, by the way. Lot of angry walking. Lot of ass shots while she’s mad. The game knows exactly what it’s doing.

The fun part is how nothing is ever just porn shot slapped on top of text. You’re pulled into these little moments where you think, “ok, this scene is going to be wholesome,” then her hand lingers on his arm too long, or she “misunderstands” and sits too close on the couch, and next thing you know you’re staring at a close-up of soft tits under a thin top, nipples poking just enough to feel illegal. And Mike acts like he doesn’t want to look. Sure, bro. Meanwhile you’re picking his dialogue options and deciding if he’s going to keep pretending to be faithful or slowly slide into cheating territory while the walls listen. Sometimes the tension hits nicer than the actual payoff. There’s a scene where you’re just in the hallway at night, hearing quiet sounds from behind a barely open door, and you can either peek or walk away. I peaked. Obviously. The sight you get is short, messy, kind of wrong, and really hot. Not going to describe every detail, but let’s just say the POV feels too real, like some AI stayed up too long training on stolen horny Pinterest boards and accidentally learned how guilt looks in the curve of a spine. The wife is not just a cardboard villain either; there’s one moment when she half breaks down in the kitchen, tits pressed against the table edge, back arched, talking about how everything feels empty while you’re staring at her body and trying to decide if you’re a piece of shit or just human. I opened Twitter in another tab, thought about it for two seconds, then came back and picked the horny option. No regrets. Maybe some. Not enough to stop. The house might be full of secrets, but most of them are bouncing or jiggling or pressing up against something they shouldn’t, and honestly that’s kind of the point.

Ravenhollow feels like someone mixed a gothic dating sim with a horny monster manual and then forgot to add common sense. You’re this scientist guy, supposedly serious, coming to write a thesis about “anomalous phenomena,” and five minutes later you’re giving gifts to a pouty vampire with huge tits and wondering if she’ll let you suck something that is definitely not her blood. The village looks all quiet and academic at first, then your brain does a double take because every “subject of observation” has a big ass, a tiny waist, and eyes that say “please study my oral technique instead.” It’s kind of romantic, kind of fucked up, and the game is very proud of not deciding which one it wants to be. I liked that. I hated that. Depends on the click. You walk around this sandbox town, check your map, manage schedules, pick where to go, who to stalk, what to research, and inside your head you’re basically running a university grant for creampies.

The best part is how the girls are written and then completely ruined by your own choices. You meet this goth girl clearly inspired by Wednesday Addams, but here she has her own name, her own vibe, black clothes, deadpan sarcasm, that “I read murder case files for fun” aura, and she looks at you like you’re some dumb lab rat. Great. Perfect. Then two events later you’re pinning her to a dark corridor wall after a combat win, there is vaginal sex on the screen, her hair is a mess, she’s talking trash and moaning at the same time, and your “scientific notes” might as well be Pornhub comments. The game pretends to be romance, with dating, gifts, picking answers in dialogue, trying not to be a complete asshole. But after you trigger one of the H scenes, the tone goes straight to filth: sloppy oral, teasing, big animated tits bouncing while you decide if you’re finishing inside or painting her goth stockings. Romance, sure. With creampie options. Sometimes the writing hits this weird sweet spot where the girl is roasting you and blushing while you manage her affection meter like it’s a stock market, and sometimes a line sounds like it escaped from Google Translate, but that kind of matches the “I made this with AI and unholy energy” vibe of the art.

Anyway, the combat. Nobody clicks this game mainly for combat and yet here we are, trying to min-max turn-based battles because losing might lock you out of a date with a werewolf girl who wants to rip your clothes and your sanity. You choose skills, buff yourself, debuff some monster girl, win, then go straight back to picking which sexy cryptid to visit at sunset. There’s resource management, affection systems, stats to raise, this whole “management” layer like you’re running a pervy field study: time, money, items, research progress, and under all that you’re just thinking “which goth ass am I seeing next.” I liked checking my phone in-game like it was WhatsApp, seeing a message from some gloomy cutie asking why I didn’t visit her, while in real life I was alt-tabbing to Spotify and Discord to answer people with a straight face. The harem direction creeps up on you too: at first you’re doing careful romance with one girl, then suddenly you have three different monster girls half-naked in your quest log, each complaining you’re not giving them enough attention, and you’re treating their panties like Pokémon you gotta collect. The teasing is constant, animated scenes pop at the right times, sometimes at totally stupid times, and that’s half the charm. Or none of it. Depends if you came for the thesis or for the goth girl’s thighs.

Shawn’s story feels like watching that quiet IT guy from work suddenly get thrown into a softcore soap opera full of bad decisions, nice tits and way too many choices for someone who forgets where he put his keys. You play this skinny nerd stuck in an electronics store, the kind of dude who knows every spec on a phone but still freaks out when a girl bends over too close. Around him you got three women circling like horny sharks: the freeloader roommate who wears your shirts without pants, her friend who roasts you so hard you half-chub from the bullying, and the coworker who treats you like human wallpaper until you somehow talk your way between her legs. The whole thing runs as a sandbox, so you just wander around town, go to work, text girls, send stupid selfies, buy shit you can’t afford, and slowly turn Shawn from walking doormat into something between romantic nice guy, manipulative asshole, or complete hentai-brain pervert. Sometimes all three in one afternoon if you click wrong.

What I like is how the game doesn’t throw scenes at you like a cheap gallery. You actually have to pay attention. Want that titfuck scene with the MILF? Better remember her birthday, the outfit she liked, and not spam her with five horny texts in a row like a desperate teenager. You’re juggling mood bars, affection, lust, jealousy, schedules, and your tiny paycheck. I was stuck in this dumb loop for a while where I kept calling one girl for booty calls and then forgetting I had a date with another, so I’d show up late, broke, and tired, and she’d just look at me like trash. Then two days later she’s riding my face in the bedroom because I picked the right teasing option in a park event. It’s messy in a way that feels closer to real dating than most porn games with instant blowjob button. You do your morning shift at the store, get mocked by your coworker, check hints, send some flirty messages on the toilet, then at night you’re fingering her in a dark movie theater because you finally pushed her corruption high enough. The art sells it pretty hard: big asses, big tits, soft bellies, thick thighs, feet in your lap, all that. Not “perfect pornstar” bodies, more like anime girls that actually eat. The footjob CG caught me off guard, by the way, her heel pressing against your shaft while she smirks, and there I am sitting with my phone in one hand and thinking “ok, yeah, that works”.

What annoyed me? The tiny little thing where you keep clicking around the apartment like a lost puppy just to trigger the one event that moves the route. You’re checking the phone, going to the kitchen, bedroom, street, back again, like a horny Roomba. The built-in hints help a bit, but sometimes they say “spend time with her at home” and then she’s never there, she’s at some bar you forgot exists. The game loves to make you work for simple stuff. Want a straightforward vaginal sex scene in bed with romantic buildup? Fine, but first do three dates, buy gifts, pick the right dialogue, don’t flirt too hard with someone else the same day, then hit the right time slot. But that slow grind makes the payoff better. When your roommate, after hours of teasing and friendzoning, finally walks into your room at night in a shirt that barely covers her ass, straddles you, kisses you, then whispers some cheesy line while rubbing her pussy over your dick through the boxers, it feels earned. Later, when you push farther, pin her against the wall, grope that big ass, slide inside her while she’s half pretending she doesn’t want it and half moaning in your ear, yeah, that hits different from “click here for sex”. And if you go full scumbag and try harem stuff, you can get poly routes where two girls share you, sometimes even tag teaming, one blowing you while the other sits on your face, or switching positions so fast the nerd protagonist would probably pass out in real life. The romance angle is there too, surprisingly sweet at times, like lying in bed after fucking, just talking about nothing, her legs tangled with yours, phone buzzing with messages from the other girl you’re ignoring for now. It’s messy, horny, sometimes grindy, sometimes hot as fuck, like a porn game built around texting, scheduling, and hoping your dick choices don’t explode your whole fake love life.

Haruto’s summer feels like one of those tarot spreads where every card is from the Cups suit but all of them reversed. Heat outside, heat inside, and nowhere to run. You’re stuck in that tiny apartment with Rei, who is pure Queen of Pentacles energy if the artist decided to give her a massive ass and soft, heavy tits spilling out of cheap house clothes that cling because of sweat. She moves around the kitchen, wiping her neck, pulling the fabric away from her chest for air, and you just sit there pretending to look at your phone while actually watching every jiggle like it’s a ritual. The whole place smells like summer, laundry that never fully dries, a bit of cheap perfume, and something old since the so-called grandfather shows up. He crashes into the story like the Tower card, loud, smelly, shameless, taking up space on the couch and in Rei’s personal bubble, and the game just lets you sit in that discomfort. At first you only catch little things: his hand on her lower back “by accident,” the way he stares at her cleavage when she bends to pick something, the way Rei pretends not to notice. You have options to pretend you don’t see, to peek through doors, to listen from your room. And of course you peek. Everyone peeks.

The voyeur stuff hits early. You sit on your thin mattress with the door cracked, watching Rei serve him tea in a thin tank top that shows her nipples when the light hits right. He “comforts” her about bills, rent, “a woman shouldn’t worry about money” kind of bullshit, while his hand rests way too low on her hip. The game lets you choose to stay hidden, or step out and say something, or just lean harder into your secret corruption fantasy. If you keep quiet, later you see Rei in the hallway, late at night, her hair messy, legs trembling, trying to fix her panties while the old man shuffles back to his room with this disgusting satisfied grin. It’s not some romantic slow burn. It feels cheap, sweaty, dirty, like a Five of Pentacles scene happening in a cramped Japanese apartment instead of a church door. At the same time, you get these private scenes with her where she accidentally flashes you bending over, you catch a full view of that big ass in tight shorts, and she scolds you but doesn’t really shut the door. She asks if you’re okay, strokes your hair a bit too long, presses her tits into your shoulder in a way that makes you wonder if she really doesn’t notice or if she’s pretending.

Sora is a whole different suit, like Swords. Sharp tongue, bored eyes, always with some game in her hands, leaning back with her legs spread just enough to test your self control. She sees right through the old man, and through you. There is this scene where she trades some stupid card game for “favors” with him, playful on the surface. She sits on his lap, wiggling on purpose, whispering in his ear, but her eyes are dead serious. You watch from the doorway, not sure who is actually in control. Later, in her room, she teases you for being “such a perv,” then drops to her knees and takes you into her mouth without changing her bored expression, like it is just another game level to clear. She wipes the cum with the back of her hand and says something like “don’t get attached, I’m just killing time,” and you feel weirdly used and still grateful. The corruption threads start to knot together slowly. Rei gets more needy, more lonely, letting the old man finger her on the couch under a blanket while she pretends to sleep. Sora experiments with prostitution vibes online, sending daring photos from that body that is way too developed for how she speaks, and you can choose to encourage her or try to “save” her while jerking off to the same pics. Oral scenes feel raw, sloppy, close-up, spit on cock, messy mouth, sometimes with Rei trying to act like it is for love, sometimes with Sora making a joke about “you like watching, right?” before swallowing every drop. Creampie shows up when lines are already crossed: thick cum buried deep in Rei while she clings to the old man, moaning like a wife cheating in her own bedroom, or inside Sora while she grins and whispers that now “someone owns this house for real.” The game loops again and again around the same apartment, same doors, same rooms, but every little choice twists who belongs to who, who gets corrupted, who gets dominated. It is slow, uncomfortable, horny, pathetic and somehow exactly like pulling the Devil card three times in the same reading and deciding to keep shuffling anyway.