Claire hits this big nameless city like every small town girl who watched too many movies and believed them a little too hard. She wants that actress life, the lights, the casting couches, the fucked up directors who tell her “you’re perfect for this role” with their eyes on her tits instead of her face. And you just sit there on your screen, watching her stumble into all this mess, poking at choices that feel like nudging a drunk friend toward either the bar or the bad decision guy in the corner. It starts all sweet and harmless, like, “aww, she’s chasing her dream,” then two clicks later you’re quietly hoping she says yes to some sketchy “private audition” in a hotel room that absolutely doesn’t look like any real agency office. The game pretends it’s romantic sometimes, with soft music and cheesy dates and all that, but the whole time you feel this little tension like, ok, who’s lying to who here.

The sex stuff feels like it grew naturally out of shit decisions, not just “oh, it’s sex scene time now.” Claire goes to one casting, the guy asks for “more emotion,” suddenly her shirt is on the floor and you’re watching her trying to convince herself this is professional. Her boobs are huge, by the way, but not in a cartoon way that breaks your brain. More in this “Instagram model who got too many sponsors” way. The camera loves them. Sometimes too much. There’s a scene in her crappy apartment, cheap couch, takeout box on the table, she’s on a video call with some producer, and he tells her to stand up and turn around. You’re just there, clicking the option to let him record it, even though she clearly hesitates. That moment hit me harder than all the normal VN stuff. Felt wrong. Felt hot. Felt like both at the same time, which is kind of the whole game, honestly. Half romance, half “wow, that was basically cheating and I still clicked it.”

What got me hooked was all the voyeur-y bits. You don’t just see what Claire does, you see her being watched. Hidden cams in an agency office, that little red light in the corner of the screen that you sort of forget about, then later some creep shows her a recording of her getting railed and uses it to push her into more. There’s one balcony scene where she’s having “normal” sex with this guy who actually seems to care about her, soft kisses, nice words, all that Netflix couple energy, and the camera slowly pulls back to some neighbor with binoculars. That shit made me pause and stare like, ok, I’m technically the neighbor here too. Game loves putting you in that dirty spectator spot. You help guide Claire into romance, sure, but also into cheating on the one guy who treats her like a human, into fucking for roles, into weird situations where she’s half performing, half actually turned on. It’s messy, it’s uneven, sometimes the dialogue makes you roll your eyes, sometimes it hits way too close to those stories you scroll past on Twitter and pretend you didn’t see. But you keep clicking, because watching this girl try to balance dreams, love, and her own horny curiosity in a city that eats people like her for breakfast is way more addictive than it has any right to be.

Nathan and Jenny roll into Los Vivi like two horny idiots who think open relationship plus showbiz is a great idea. He wants to be the big artsy filmmaker, she wants to be a “serious” actress who keeps forgetting to wear pants in half the scenes, and the city is basically one giant glowing trap made of alcohol, fake smiles and people who want to fuck your partner in front of you while you pretend it’s all for “career growth.” The whole thing plays out like some drunk mix of romance drama and porn hub categories, except you actually decide how far they go and who gets to ruin whose boundaries first. Sometimes it feels romantic, sometimes it feels like a bad idea with lube, and sometimes it hits that nasty sweet spot where you’re half turned on and half thinking “wow, everyone here needs therapy.” Which is fun, honestly.

The way it plays is very story heavy, like you’re scrolling through a spicy TV show and every few minutes the director leans over and goes, “ok, are we letting her suck his dick or not?” You pick lines, you push scenes in weird directions, you test how jealous Nathan gets when Jenny is laughing way too hard at some pretty-boy co-star’s joke. One moment you’re having this almost cute talk on the balcony about trust, next scene she’s bent over a couch with two guys taking turns and you’re left wondering if you just accidentally speedrun the “oops all gangbang” route. The game isn’t shy about the nasty stuff either: cheating vibes, wife getting off on being borrowed, the whole netorare stink hovering in the air while everyone pretends it’s just “swinging” and “open-minded.” Sometimes you control Nathan dealing with the knot in his stomach while she texts him about “late rehearsal,” sometimes you ride along with Jenny when she realizes being “the star” might mean being shared around like a VIP toy. And yeah, the group scenes hit hard. Threesomes, messy couch parties, her getting filled from both sides while the camera’s rolling for “work.” There are quiet scenes too, like them lying in bed trying to talk normal after she just got railed in a hotel room, and you decide if they lean into the kink or if cracks start to show. I liked that. Or maybe I hated it. Depends on the click I just made. Anyway, it’s horny, it’s messy, it pretends to be classy for about three seconds, then somebody’s on their knees again and you’re sitting there with one hand on the mouse, trying to act like you’re making “morality choices” while you obviously push every sex flag you can find.

Jennifer’s story here feels like someone mixed a horny urban fantasy with a cheap soap opera and then forgot to clean it up, in a good way. You start as this witch girl who just lost her dad, and the game doesn’t waste a lot of time pretending it’s deep drama. There’s a “oh no my father” mood for like five minutes, then you’re already poking around his stuff, talking to a lawyer, and suddenly you’re the heir to a whole bag of magical bullshit and creepy people who look at you like a walking sex toy. It’s not subtle. You walk into a room, some guy’s eyes drop straight to your tits, and you just know something pervy is coming. That’s the whole vibe: big ass, big tits, big trouble. And yeah, it leans hard into that. Half the time I felt like I was guiding her around just to see who is going to “accidentally” brush against her next or try to catch her changing through a half-open door. The voyeur stuff is everywhere in small ways, you notice a camera, a mirror, a window, the angle of a cutscene, you just feel watched.

The sandbox structure is kinda nice and kinda annoying at the same time. On one hand, you can wander around and poke into different places, replay scenes, try out choices, grind some stuff, all that. On the other hand, there’s those moments where you’re walking circles in the same hall, clicking everything, like “okay where is the tiny trigger so someone can grope me again and move the story.” I had this one moment where Jennifer went to bed, and I honestly thought it’s just a time skip, then camera starts crawling over her body and suddenly you’re not alone in that bed anymore. No warning, no romantic buildup, just pure “he’s touching her while she sleeps” filth. Hand sliding under panties, her body reacting even though she’s “asleep,” that weird mix of wrong and hot that hits like a brick if you like darker stuff. And later the game doubles down on that mood, you catch people watching her masturbate, or she locks herself in a room because she can’t stop thinking about what happened and just fingers herself stupid, moaning into a pillow like that’s going to hide anything. There’s this one scene where she thinks she’s alone, stripping, touching herself slow, playing with her own boobs in front of a mirror, and you realize the angle is like a hidden camera shot. It feels nasty in a very specific online porn way, like you somehow opened the wrong tab on Pornhub and kept watching anyway.

Graphically, it’s that 3D style where sometimes she looks hot as hell when the light hits her ass and sometimes her face looks a bit stiff if you stare too long. But the body language is on point in most scenes. When someone harasses her in public, she does that little flinch, eyes looking away, thighs pressed together, you can tell she hates it and also kind of melts. I like that she is not a pure victim or a proud dom queen, she just slips into this spiral of “I shouldn’t enjoy this” while the world keeps pushing on her. Some dialogues feel rough, like somebody wrote them in a rush after watching too much porn, but honestly I prefer that to fake Hollywood writing. At least it matches her world: guys whisper disgusting things, people pretend accidents when they squeeze her ass, and the game doesn’t stop to give you a moral speech. It just lets her fall, scene by scene, into more and more fucked up situations. I only wish they let her stay broken in some of the bad routes instead of softening it later, but whatever, that’s my own taste talking. The important part is that feeling when you send her to sleep and you don’t know if you’re going to rest or wake up in the middle of someone using her body like a toy again. That little knot in your stomach? That’s what made me keep playing.

Three disaster adventurers walk into a fantasy city and somehow it just gets sluttier from there. Axia looks like a normal medieval place at first glance: taverns, mages, holy temples, creepy back alleys. Then you start realizing everyone here is one bad decision away from getting railed behind a potion shop. You’re playing this chaotic little visual novel where every “quest” is basically an excuse to either break into someone’s bedroom, summon something you really shouldn’t, or get blackmailed by a demon with better abs than sense. It has that DnD energy where nobody is min-maxing stats, they’re just trying to flirt with anything that moves, including monsters and probably the furniture if you click long enough.

The party is the kind of mess you normally mute in Discord, but here you kinda fall in love with them while they’re doing horrible things. You’ve got the earnest idiot virgin trying to be a hero and stumbling face-first into milf temptation, thick monster girls, futa sorceresses with cocks bigger than his sword, and more “oops I creampied the enemy” moments than any holy order would approve. Then there’s the one who talks big and ends up under a dominant woman’s boot, literally, while you get close-up shots of spit-shiny heels and his dignity leaking away. The game loves to poke at you with teasing scenes: a slow handjob behind a curtain while guards walk by, a horny summer festival where everyone’s outfits are way too sheer, a fake “romantic” date that suddenly turns into corruption when she brings her huge black bull of a partner to show you how small you are. Sometimes you think it’s going sweet romance with cute blushing and shy kisses, then the next CG is multiple penetration and anal on a temple altar. Quality spiritual growth.

What I like is how it pretends to be a normal adventure story about mystery and demons, and then randomly you’re peeking through a window watching your supposed love interest get stuffed by a big cocked stranger while you just stand there, useless, one hand on your dick and one on the mouse. There are those voyeur scenes where you know you should leave, but the writing keeps you glued, describing every wet sound and little shiver. One route leans hard into netorare and cuckold stuff, where you literally help arrange the date that ruins your own romance. Another flips it and gives you this sweet, clingy romance path, then throws in pregnancy talk right after a messy creampie like it’s no big deal. Sometimes the humor slaps harder than the spanking scenes, sometimes it goes full unhinged corruption arc where a “pure” healer girl turns into a filthy exhibitionist flashing half the city. And then you forget you were supposed to save the world because a monster girl just offered you a footjob as payment for not killing her. Priorities.

It’s weird how this game makes guilt feel sexy. You wake up inside someone else’s head - not just anyone, but that stretchy mom-hero everyone secretly had a thing for back when Pixar still pretended innocence. The premise should be grim, revenge and all that, but the tone keeps slipping between sad and horny, like the dev couldn’t decide if it’s therapy or foreplay. The way control shifts feels personal, almost too intimate. It’s not just mind control; it’s like the game’s trying to pry into your own urges while you’re prying into hers. And maybe I’m reading too much into polygons, but when she touches herself, it’s never about lust alone - it’s about realizing her hands aren’t really hers anymore. That mechanic where you can *feel* the resistance in her movements is unsettling in a delicious way.

There’s this one scene with the aunt - yeah, the bakery one - where she talks to you like she *knows* you’re there, like she’s been waiting for the voice in her head to finally answer back. It’s creepy and tender, then suddenly it’s just obscene. I laughed because the transition was so abrupt it felt real. The body models aren’t flawless either, and that helps. A little awkward jiggle, fingers clipping through skin, like even the code itself can’t believe what’s happening. The audio’s inconsistent - sometimes soft breathing, sometimes nothing at all, dead silence while something filthy goes down. It’s that silence that hits hardest. You start thinking, maybe she’s ashamed. Maybe you are.

I hate the damn save menu though. Always pops right when things get heated, like the universe reminding you this isn’t real. But maybe that’s what makes it stick. It’s messy, it’s wrong, and it lingers afterwards like a guilty text you never sent. You’ll probably close it and tell yourself you didn’t enjoy it that much. You’re lying.

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.

Erik comes back to this stupidly perfect island villa after a year abroad, all tanned and smug and pretending he’s “grown up”, and the first thing that happens is his twin sister Lyna looks at him like she’s not sure if she wants to hug him or climb him. It’s that slow, heavy kind of sexual tension where nothing really happens at first, just small things that feel way too intimate for “normal” siblings. The way she hugs him a bit too long, how he notices her ass in that tight dress and then hates himself for looking, the shared showers where the door isn’t fully closed, the way they sit way too close on the couch when they watch some trashy show on Netflix and forget to keep space between their legs. You can almost smell the salt from the ocean and the sweat from them pretending everything is innocent. It’s not. The game doesn’t pretend either. The camera loves her curves, his hardening bulge, the little accidental brushes of hands, the headpats that last long enough to feel like foreplay. And when she falls asleep on his shoulder and drools a little on his shirt, he doesn’t move. That’s the sort of tiny pervy thing this story keeps doing. Not in your face at first, more like it enjoys teasing you, dragging you along, daring you to accept that yeah, you want them to cross that line.

What surprised me is how much the incest itself becomes the actual topic, not just a cheap excuse for “oh no we’re stuck in a room guess we fuck now”. They talk about it. They obsess about it. The internal monologues are filthy and weirdly romantic at the same time. Erik keeps swinging between “this is wrong” and “if she asks I’m going to fuck her until she can’t walk”, and Lyna is no better, one moment acting like a bratty princess stepping on his pride, the next moment blushing when he catches her watching lesbian porn on her tablet. The voyeuristic stuff hits hard here. Lots of scenes where one of them pretends to sleep while the other is touching, smelling, grinding just a little too much. There’s a great bit where Lyna “accidentally” falls asleep in his bed in just a shirt, and you’re stuck in this long POV sequence where his hand hovers over her thighs, almost touching her panties, pulling back again and again until you want to scream at him. Later, when things finally snap, it doesn’t gently fade to black either. You get her riding him while moaning his real name, not some censored crap, him grabbing that big ass in his hands like he has been dreaming since they were teenagers, her begging him to cum inside because the idea of pregnancy from her own brother turns her on more than any porn she watched. There’s anal, there’s titfucking, there’s that slow missionary where they keep hugging the whole time and holding hands like this is some fucked up wedding night, and it somehow feels more indecent than the dirtier positions.

And then mom Helga shows up. Calling her a MILF is almost an insult, because she feels like this whole walking corruption event that just enters the house and instantly changes the air. She’s not stupid or blind. The way she looks at them at breakfast, how she comments on Lyna’s “glow”, how she touches Erik’s hair a bit too softly, it’s obvious she sees the tension and instead of trying to stop it, she kind of pokes it. There’s this one scene at the pool where she suns herself in a bikini that is absolutely not made for a mother of twins, and Erik ogles her like a desperate virgin while Lyna watches both of them and gets this twisted mix of jealousy and arousal. Later you get more direct stuff with Helga too, from slow teasing while she sits on his lap “just to talk”, to outright femdom moments where she holds his face and makes him look exactly where she wants, guides his mouth, his cock, everything. You even get some soft lesbian and footplay with her and Lyna that feels half nurturing, half devilish, like she’s training her own daughter how to be the perfect little incestuous toy. There are scenes of sleep sex, careful creeping under sheets, toes brushing, fingers sliding into panties while someone pretends to still be dreaming, and the game doesn’t cut away or apologize. No choices, no branching, it just drags you along this tight tunnel of corruption and romance where twins, mom, and taboo all melt together. Sometimes it moves slower than I’d like and repeats certain angles too often, but then you get this one kiss, this one whispered “brother” in her ear while he’s deep inside, or a quiet cuddle with headpats after a brutal fuck, and you forget you were annoyed at anything five minutes ago.

This one feels like reading someone’s dirty journal that got accidentally left open in a crowded bar, and you just keep scrolling because every new line gets a bit more uncomfortable and a bit more arousing. It’s not about some fantasy city with magic dicks and mind control, it’s this guy and his woman, neighbors, friends, random people, all caught in that messy space between “we’re loyal” and “I really wanna fuck this stranger right now”. The game keeps swapping between his head and hers, and sometimes another person watching from the side, and it does it in such a casual way that you kinda forget there’s a “protagonist” at all. You’re just there, peeking, being dragged through all these small moments: a shared shower that turns into oral under the hot water, a “boring” house party that ends with her kneeling in some hallway giving a sloppy blowjob while her husband talks to someone in the kitchen, a hotel balcony where she lets her robe slip, just enough for someone across the street to see everything.

The whole vibe is weirdly calm. There’s sex, of course, a lot of it, from slow missionary with soft moans to her getting her ass stretched while trying not to wake anyone up. But the tone is more like someone sitting on the couch, glass of cheap wine in hand, saying “okay, this happened, I fucked up, and I kinda loved it”. They talk about cheating in a way that doesn’t try to excuse anything. Sometimes she masturbates to memories of being watched. Sometimes he jerks off in the bathroom after imagining her getting railed by another guy. The game does not rush to the “money shot” every scene, it lets you sit through the build up, the small eye contact, the short texts on the phone that you know will lead to a blowjob in a parked car somewhere. And yeah, the 3D models are not trying to be perfect porn stars. They’re a bit stiff in places, some facial expressions look off, like they just smelled something weird, but somehow that also fits the “this is my real shit, not polished fantasy” idea. The sex feels more like amateurs who got a bit too comfortable recording themselves.

What hit me strongest is the voyeur side. You’re constantly watching, sometimes literally through windows, sometimes through a phone camera, sometimes just by reading his and her thoughts as they silently betray each other in their heads. There is this one scene where she’s at a pool in a small bikini, pretending nothing is wrong, while she is still sore from last night’s anal with someone that wasn’t her husband. The husband is talking to some dude about sports, and you, stuck in his POV, keep noticing how the guy’s eyes are glued to her ass. And she knows. She leans forward a bit too often, laughs too loud, gives tiny flashes of nipple under wet fabric. That tension, that “I know you’re looking, and I like it”, that’s where the game shines. Cuckold moments are not just “look, your wife is fucked”, but also the humiliation of replaying the scenes in his mind, imagining details he never saw, while he masturbates quietly with porn on silent, aware it doesn’t compare to what she just did. And the funny thing is, sometimes he’s strangely calm about it, almost curious, almost proud, and the next moment he’s jealous as fuck and you’re dragged into his spiral. There’s something I didn’t like about how some scenes just cut away when things start to get too intense, the pacing jumps and you feel like some emotional foreplay was missing, but then you get a random late-night balcony blowjob with city lights behind them and you kind of forgive it without thinking.

The game also likes to play with public stuff. Exhibitionism that is not over the top, more like “maybe someone will see, maybe not”. A hand job under the table in a café while a waitress is one step away. Her short skirt riding up while she “accidentally” bends in front of a neighbor. Oral in a car with interior lights off, windows fogged, the sound of cars passing just outside. It flirts a lot with NTR without turning it into some giant dramatic thing. Some scenes are him watching from a crack in a door, cock throbbing while he sees her riding someone else slowly, her moans lower than usual, more raw. Other times you are firmly in her POV, feeling the guilt and the thrill as someone’s tongue works between her legs, knowing that if she looks at her phone she will see a loving message from home. Vaginal, anal, throat fucking, slow kissing, rough grabs, soft caresses, it cycles through all of that, but the big kink is that quiet voyeur energy, the sense that none of this is really “supposed” to happen, yet it keeps happening, again and again.

Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Goblin Down hits that weird mix of cute and filthy that kinda sneaks up on you. It starts all harmless: you’re this low-rank adventurer who once got screwed over by life and saved by a tiny green goblin girl, Qilka. Years later she’s your wife, your home is warm, everything is simple, comfy, almost boring in a nice way. Then you drag a half-dead orc back to your house like some nice guy hero, and that’s where the whole thing starts to rot in a hot way. The game isn’t long, it feels more like reading a pervy short story than playing some huge RPG, but the scenes that matter stick: the quiet moments where Qilka looks at you with that sweet face, then you see that same face later twisted in ahegao while she rides the orc and your stomach drops and your dick wakes up at the same time. It’s messed up, but it works.

What I liked most is how the game makes the house feel smaller every time you come back from a guild quest. At the beginning it’s you and your goblin wife joking, kissing, little handjob under the table while dinner is still on the plate, her climbing into your lap and teasing you with her small green breasts, you getting a quick blowjob before sleeping. Very normal hentai couple vibe. Then after the orc shows up, you start noticing these tiny off things. You go out, cut a few monsters, come home, and the orc is suddenly talking more, Qilka avoids eye contact a bit, or she’s oddly tired, flushed, saying “I was just cleaning” while the game lets you see from your POV that the bedsheets are a bit messy. There’s this voyeur style scene where you wake up at night, go grab water, and through a half-open door you see Qilka on her knees between the orc’s legs, slurping his cock, her tongue almost too far out, eyes crossed, drool and cum dripping on the floor. You know you should walk in, but the game holds you there. You just watch. I got mad at myself for liking it and still clicked all the voyeur options.

The corruption is slow but not really, like it pretends to be slow. Qilka goes from shy wife who blushes when you cum inside her to a goblin slut who takes an orc dick deeper than feels even physically possible, making these broken moans, and then still looks at you with love after, which feels worse. There’s vaginal sex where she clings to the orc’s torso with her tiny body and you can see her belly bulging a little, the animation loops are simple but they focus on all the right spots: her bouncing tits, her tongue hanging out, her cheeks hitting full ahegao while she gets creampied and the semen leaks out in thick strings. I wish there were more branches where you could also punish her or steal her back properly, but at the same time the game is kinda honest about what it wants: watching your own wife get taken and you doing basically nothing, or noticing everything too late. There’s also this one scene where you’re still having normal sex with her, she’s riding you, moaning your name, but the text hints she’s thinking about the orc’s size and you can feel it in how her pace changes. It pissed me off, but I didn’t skip it. Reminded me of scrolling horny Twitter while pretending to focus on Slack at work, just letting the filth wash over your brain and telling yourself “last one” five times in a row. By the time the “too late” part happens, you’re not even surprised anymore. You just kind of accept that you walked this whole road on purpose.