King’s Guard torches the orphanage, your sister is still inside, and the whole thing kicks off like some horny dark fairy tale that forgot to be polite. You’re this magic-blooded guy that everyone treats like walking trouble, wandering through a kingdom that wants your head, while monster girls and witches keep trying to get into your pants and also maybe into your soul. It starts quiet, kind of tragic, and then suddenly you’re in a ruined forest hut getting a handjob from a half-witch girl who pretends she’s just “checking your mana flow”. Sure. That’s not where mana is, sweetheart. The game keeps mixing this heavy story about loss and revenge with moments where you’re literally kneeling between a monster girl’s thighs, watching her huge tits bounce while she tries not to moan too loud because “the guards are close”. They are never close enough to stop anything, by the way, which is good and also kind of stupid and I keep thinking about that.

Since it’s 3D and animated, the scenes actually feel like something you’d brag about in a horny Discord server and then pretend you didn’t. Creampie scenes pop up a lot. You get this one moment where a shy beastkin girl is lying on a pile of old robes, legs shaking, and you can see your cum dripping out because the camera just stays there a bit too long. Honestly I spent more time staring at that detail than I want to admit. Another time, you’re in an old stone tower with a witch who is supposed to explain the truth about your bloodline. She starts talking about magical bloodlines and curses and I swear I tried to care, but then she sits on your lap, guides your hand between her legs, and suddenly it’s a slow, messy vaginal sex scene with her whispering that if you “fill her completely” she can use it for a ritual later. She says it so serious that I actually laughed out loud, then immediately shut up when the animation hits that moment where her hips jerk and she claws your back. It looks kind of goofy and hot at the same time. Like hentai that grew up a little, but not too much.

The game loves sleep sex a bit too much. There is this scene in a shabby inn, rain outside, and the busty monster girl you just rescued from some hunters is “resting” in your bed. She pretends to be asleep. You know she is not, the game knows she is not, but you still slide your hand under the blanket and she does that tiny fake sleeping sound while your fingers slip inside her. When you finally push in and go raw, she keeps up the act until you cum deep and the scene zooms on your cock twitching inside her. Then she “wakes up” and acts offended, while obviously loving it. If that kind of thing makes you uncomfortable, yeah, this game absolutely does not care, it just doubles down. I wish there was at least one scene where you say no and the girl is like “ok then” but nah, everyone is horny and happy to get dominated, even the ones who are supposed to be strong and scary. There’s romance sprinkled on top, but it’s that kind of romance where one minute she’s talking about how lonely her life as an outcast is, and the next she’s riding you so hard her tits slap against her chest and she begs you not to pull out. I liked it. I also kind of think it’s dumb. To squeeze the most out of every spicy bit, seriously talk to all the weird side girls, even the awkward ones hiding in corners, and always pick the option that sounds a little too bold, because the game really likes when you act like a confident bastard and rewards you with more skin and more messy, dripping, “oh no, you came inside again” moments than your browser history can safely handle.

You start as this dude who crawls out of a pretty calm orphanage life and then finds out his dead dad basically owned the horniest pharma company on earth. Pharm is out here cooking a miracle drug that doesn’t cure shit, it just turns people into obedient little sex addicts, and your lovely stepmom Lucy is using it like her personal remote control. She’s a proper dominatrix in everything but the costume, smiling while she ruins people. The game opens with that “oh, this family is rich and fucked up” vibe, then quietly slaps you in the face with torture, humiliation and that slow, sticky corruption flavor. One minute you’re this soft orphan, next minute everything you care about is chained to Lucy’s little pill bottle.

Then the story skips forward and you come back all grown, trained up, and hot enough to be hired as security in your own family’s mansion. Nobody knows who you really are, except maybe that one cousin who looks at you like she’s already seen your browser history. From there it’s all about sneaking around the house, playing the loyal guard while you’re actually hunting for Pharm secrets, yanking their hidden files, and also… yanking something else in the showers when the tension gets too much. You get these nice quiet scenes where you “accidentally” walk in on Bridgett, your stepsis, half naked and moaning into her pillow, obviously under the drug. Sometimes you help her. Sometimes you just watch. Sometimes you push her a little further, see how far the corruption goes before she breaks, then back off like the gentleman you absolutely are not. There’s romance if you want to pretend you’re a good guy, and full-on harem energy if you stop pretending.

The fun is in how the game lets you choose between being protective and being the devil. You can cradle Bridgett like a princess or choke her while you fuck her stupid and fill her up, her eyes rolling into a perfect ahegao mess while she thanks you like you’re saving her soul. Same with the older women. Lucy might be the boss bitch on paper, but the scenes where you finally turn the tables and make her kneel, drooling around your cock, smeared mascara and religious paintings in the background staring right at you, those hit different. There’s this one route where you use her own drug schedule against her, twisting her “punishments” into training until she’s your toy, her huge tits bouncing while she begs for anal, talking about sin and redemption with your dick still in her throat. The religion bits are more like flavor, like the house pretending to be pure while you’re groping everything that moves. Plenty of masturbation scenes too, like spying on an aunt with a toy buried deep, or the cousin riding a dildo and whispering your fake name like a prayer. It’s messy, horny, sometimes cruel, sometimes weirdly sweet, and every blowjob, creampie, handjob in the hallway just pulls you deeper into this pretty little hell that you’re supposed to fix, but honestly you’ll probably just enjoy ruining.

Tuesday nights always feel a bit cursed, right? Work still hanging over your head, brain half fried, and instead of sleeping you’re edging yourself with one more tab in Chrome. This thing basically weaponizes that mood. You’re dropped in as the only guy in a parallel world that runs on cum like it’s electricity. No dudes anywhere, just horny monster girls and other weird hot things trying to squeeze you dry in every possible way. It looks like one of those cheap furry meme games at first, but then it starts talking about tax-like “cum quotas” and tentacle-powered public transport and suddenly you’re weirdly invested in who gets to ride your dick today. There’s a city square where everyone pretends to be polite while shamelessly staring at your crotch, some forest shrine with a smug fox milf that treats your balls like a religious artifact, and a lab that absolutely does not pass any ethics board, run by a smiling AI who talks about “data collection” while strapping toys to your cock.

The wild part is how text heavy it is. Like, if you’re expecting full-blown animated tentacle gangbangs every two clicks, nah. You get AI CG as background flavor, mostly still shots of big tits, monster curves and sci-fi nonsense behind walls of horny writing. Sometimes the art and the text don’t match and it kinda breaks your brain in a funny way. One scene is describing thick drool around your shaft while the background shows some cute slime girl just smiling like it’s a Disney movie. And the UI, holy hell, whoever picked the font size hates people with bad eyes. Menu buttons are tiny, contrast is meh on some backgrounds, and keyboard-only navigation is weirdly hit or miss. I use NVDA on Windows a lot, and half the buttons read out in random order like the dev is trolling screen reader users for fun. There’s so much text, but no option to bump it up, no dyslexic-friendly font, no line spacing slider, nothing. For a text-based game, not caring about readable text feels like a very specific kind of comedy.

There are some actually hot moments when everything clicks: you’re stuck in front of a crowd of monster girls, forced to “donate” in public, one hand jerking you off while another pair of claws gropes your ass hard enough to make your eyes water, a long tongue slowly tracing your balls while some priestess explains calmly how they’re going to track your load internally with magic. It sells that mix of teasing and humiliation so hard you almost forget you’re just clicking through options. Then the next scene has a clunky menu like “Option A: Vaginal” “Option B: Oral” “Option C: Anal” in this dry list, no visual spacing, and it feels like filling out a form on Google Docs instead of being milked by a horny centaur with a big ass sitting on your face. Foot stuff shows up too, but kind of randomly, like the writer remembered “oh yeah footjob tag” in the last minute. One slime girl scene makes you finish inside her and they describe the internal view like some horny biology class, then the next monster just wipes your cum off her tits and the focus moves on too fast. It’s messy, funny, sometimes stupid, sometimes actually erotic, and you can feel there’s a good brain behind it that just doesn’t care about polish or if half the players are squinting at their screen going “why is this button this small.” Honestly that fits the whole thing. The world needs your cum to survive, but you need a zoom function to read the damn menu.

Kai is the kind of dude who goes to a tropical resort thinking it’s gonna be cocktails, tits in a bikini top, and just enough drama to make the sex hotter. Five minutes in, you already feel he’s way out of his depth. The island looks like a porn version of Instagram, all wet skin and too-friendly smiles, but the vibe is wrong in a good way. You’ve got Yumi trying to be the perfect girlfriend with that soft, clingy energy that makes you feel guilty before you even cheat, Nick walking around like the resort belongs to his cock, and Izzy… Izzy is just chaos in a swimsuit. She’s the girl who sits too close, laughs at all the wrong moments, and you know she’d jerk you off under the table just to see what happens. The game leans hard into that feeling where a vacation turns into a test you never studied for. Everyone’s half-naked, dripping from the pool, rubbing sunscreen on each other’s shoulders just a little too slow. There’s this one early scene on the beach where Yumi is trying to have a serious talk, and in the background Izzy is stretching, bikini riding up her big ass, and Nick is just staring. You feel it. That moment where you’re thinking “this is fine” and your dick is like “no, it’s not, this is about to go very, very wrong.”

The sex isn’t thrown at you instantly, which makes it worse when it hits. There’s a handjob scene where Yumi is trying to “reconnect” with Kai after things already started to feel off. It’s quiet, just her soft hand working him under the sheets, and it should feel sweet, but because of the choices you made earlier, your brain is stuck on the image of Izzy grinding in the pool or Nick getting just a bit too close to her on that stupid “couples activity.” The game likes to let you watch people cross lines in slow motion. You pick a dialogue choice that looks harmless, then three scenes later Yumi is flushed, drunk from some tropical cocktail, sitting way too close to another guy while the camera lingers on how her tits are spilling out. Or you walk in a little too late, door half-open, seeing motion and shadows, and your stomach drops before your dick jumps. Classic netorare tease where you keep thinking “ok, I can still fix this,” and the island just keeps whispering “nah, buddy, you’re here to suffer.” There’s a weird low-key mystery too, this feeling the island is engineered to push everyone into swapping, cheating, testing boundaries like some horny lab experiment. And then Leon, the estranged brother, shows up and suddenly it’s not just “will she cheat” but “who the hell is pulling the strings here and why is your whole family kink fuel now.” The art is that slick AI-style 2D stuff, with animated bits that focus way too long on hands wandering over big tits, hips rolling on lounge chairs, water sliding down curves. It looks good, then sometimes a face angle is a bit off, and you notice it for half a second, but by the time you think “that eye is weird,” there’s a shot of Yumi riding someone and the thought dies in your throat. Choices feel important, even when they aren’t, and half the fun is realizing you clicked yourself into a corner where your girl might be moaning another guy’s name on some dark part of the island while you pretend you didn’t see the signs. It’s messy, horny, kind of cruel, and yeah, I kept saying “I’ll be faithful this time” and then saving right before every scene that looked like trouble, like a coward.

Amy arrives in this sleepy little town with a suitcase, a cute smile, and no clue that her pussy is basically public property waiting to happen. She thinks she is just the good wife, helping Manuel run his grandfather’s old bar, pouring beers, wiping tables, keeping her skirt just long enough to be “respectable.” At first the place feels almost boring: same stools, same mugs, same drunk guys talking football, same sticky floor that you kinda don’t want to look at too closely. The only real spice is Daniel, the “almost brother” who looks at her a bit too long when she bends to grab a bottle. He pretends it’s nothing, gives her that soft nice-guy smile, and then his eyes drop straight to her tits again. I liked that. I hated it. I replayed the first night just to watch that little moment when she feels his hand on her waist a second too long and the game slows down, like the universe holding its breath inside her underwear.

The funny thing is I tried to play her as loyal and shy and it just doesn’t work. She starts dressing a little tighter for the evening shift, like she wants higher tips but we both know that’s bullshit. A button just “happens” to stay open, her nipples pressing under a thin top while some old regular pretends to check the menu. You choose the “safe” dialogue and she still leans forward over the counter, giving him a full view of her cleavage while he stares like a dog that found meat. The corruption is not subtle, it’s more like slow drunk gravity. A hand on her hip when they pass in the narrow hall, a guy brushing against her ass a bit too boldly, her not moving away fast enough. One night she gets talked into serving without a bra “because it’s hot in the bar” and you can see her fighting the shame and the rush at the same time. She blushes, but she keeps walking between the tables, tits bouncing under thin fabric, catching every gaze like hooks in her skin. And yeah, I skipped every fight or macho scene I could, I just wanted to see who touches her next and how long she lets it happen.

There is this one scene that stuck in my brain like a dirty song. Amy is closing up, alone except for one guy who “forgot his wallet” or some classic bullshit like that. The bar is half dark, only some neon lights on, and she’s standing behind the counter while he leans across, too close, his voice low. You can almost smell the beer and sweat. He reaches, very casual, and his fingers slide over her hand, then wrist, then up her arm. She should pull away. She doesn’t. The camera goes low and you suddenly see her thighs, tight together, then slowly opening as he keeps talking. No big dramatic music, just his hand finally resting right on her knee, inching up. She lets him. The game gives you a “stop him” option, but if you truly want to see Amy, you don’t click it. His hand disappears under her skirt and she bites her lip, cheeks red, breathing sharp. There’s a soft little animation, not some crazy porn-style acrobatics, just fingers teasing along the edge of her panties until she’s wet and shaking, trying not to moan too loud in the empty bar. Later you get bolder stuff, like her giving a quick, messy handjob in the storage room while boxes of alcohol watch in silence, or letting someone fuck her from behind over a table that was used an hour before for cheap snacks, and the worst part is how much she enjoys being watched, how much she learns to spread her legs like she’s on a stage. I kind of wanted her to stay pure. I also kept pushing her straight toward the dirtiest exhibition scenes I could find, letting strangers grope her ass just to see that tiny moment when her shame breaks and turns into raw, hungry pleasure she can’t take back.

Jake feels like that guy you see at a Christmas party who clearly wants to be normal, but there is this horny demon whispering in his ear and suddenly the mistletoe is not even close to the worst thing happening in the room. The game throws you into his new city life where every snowy sidewalk and rainy bus stop can suddenly flip into some twisted paranormal sex dream. One moment you’re chatting with your brother about rent and work, and the next you’re staring at a girl whose eyes glaze over because Lust just slid into her mind and started rearranging her thoughts like holiday ornaments on a tree. It’s not subtle, and it’s not trying to be. You get normal stuff like flirting, dating, “hey let’s grab a drink after class”, then it goes straight into handjobs in quiet corners, sloppy oral when you push that power a bit too hard, and full-on vaginal sex scenes where the camera lingers on the movement and the sweat. Some scenes are animated enough that you can almost feel the breath, and then it cuts away too fast and you’re pissed, and two minutes later you’re back because the next route teases something even dirtier. And out of nowhere you get that taboo incest vibe at home, like the walls of the apartment are too thin, family walks around too relaxed, everyone ignoring that something is wrong with how close they stand, how they look. It feels dirty in the exact way you came here for and then it pretends to care about morality when it clearly doesn’t.

What really messes with your head is how the city becomes this weird playground for every fetish at once. You’re doing basic RPG stuff, raising stats, tweaking skills, grinding boring little tasks, and then those stats suddenly open a scene where Jake uses mind control during a date and turns a sweet almost-innocent night into him having her on her knees in an alley, gagging around his cock, drool leaking, eyes empty like snowed-out Christmas lights. Or you wander into a paranormal event and now there’s a demon with tentacles sliding under clothes, poking at holes that were not supposed to be filled, wrapping girls and guys alike, group scenes turning into sticky knots of limbs and slime. Some paths take you into weird transformations, a girl slowly getting more animal features every time you visit her dreams until she is this half-furry nymph grinding on you, tail flicking behind her while she rides, and you’re half focused on the sex and half annoyed the game never explains what the hell just happened. The combat shows up like that drunk uncle at New Year who wasn’t invited: simple, sometimes clunky, but kind of fun when you start using Lust in fights, bending demons’ minds before smashing them. And in the middle of all this there is that moment where you’re in a “dream” inside someone else’s body, masturbating in front of a mirror, seeing a different gender than Jake, touching yourself just out of curiosity and realizing the game is quietly poking at your own kinks. Then it shoves you into awkward gay tension in the locker room without warning, wet tiles, steam, someone’s hand on your waist a bit too long during a “sparring” scene, and if you lean into it the game barely blinks, just gives you another explicit route. It feels messy, like tangled Christmas lights, but there is this strange charm in how it never cleans itself up for you.

The whole thing feels like someone tried to mash “How I Met Your Mother” together with a Pornhub search history and then pretended that was a normal idea. You start as this lanky, clueless virgin guy who keeps telling himself life is supposed to be “vanilla”, but absolutely nobody around him got that memo. One moment he’s playing the shy nice dude, overthinking every text on his phone, the next he’s in a cramped bathroom with a girl who wears a dress two sizes too tight, asking in a whisper if he’s “really never had a handjob before”. The game lives in that cringe line between comedy and pure horny chaos. There’s this weird honesty to it when he stares at some girl’s big tits for too long and then mentally insults himself for it, only to do it again five seconds later. It’s like the narrator read too much bad Reddit advice and then used it as a sexual life guide. And yeah, the first time he finally gets a handjob, it’s not some perfect porn rhythm, it’s messy, too fast, she laughs, he apologizes, then she tells him to shut up and just come. Nice touch that it doesn’t treat him like a sex god. He’s awkward, he nuts quick, and the game is kind of proud of that.

Humor hits often, but sometimes it keeps talking when it should just let the tits talk. There is this party scene where he’s high on something he absolutely should not mix with alcohol, and the pacing goes all over the place. One second he’s hallucinating his ex in the kitchen asking why he never made a move, next second he’s pressed into a balcony railing, some girl teasing him with slow grinding, pulling his zipper down so lazy it’s torture. She just keeps dragging her hand along his shaft through the jeans, saying she wants to “hear him beg properly” before she even starts a real stroke. That scene is like a slow-cooked stew that somebody keeps lifting the lid on: smells amazing, but you wait forever before actually eating. But when she finally kneels and unbuttons everything, the writing snaps back into focus. Her lips wrap around him, he tries to stay quiet so nobody inside hears, and the text actually captures that panicky brain chatter while getting a blowjob in public. She spits on his cock, strokes him with that slick sound that you can basically hear with your eyes, then looks up and says, “If you cum on my face out here, you’re the only one cleaning it up.” That line felt so stupidly real I had to pause and laugh. Then I clicked again instantly, obviously.

And then it slides from dumb comedy into “oh shit, this is messy” without warning. The cheating routes hit like cheap shots. One girl with a big ass you already watched strip down in a slow, teasing way in a previous scene suddenly shows up later with a boyfriend on her arm. Except she’s still DM’ing you at night, sending half-nude pics, panties half off, legs spread, asking “you miss this?” While you’re deciding if you wanna be the asshole, the game just shoves you into a bathroom stall with her at some bar. She bends over, pulls her skirt up, no panties this time, and you’re raw inside her within two lines of dialogue. She tells you to fill her, explicitly, and there’s this blunt “creampie” description that doesn’t pull back at all. Then afterwards, while she’s fixing her dress, she casually mentions she loves how her boyfriend is “so trusting”. It’s dirty in a way that isn’t heroic or romantic, just grimy and hot and kind of wrong. The group sex bits are even more chaotic, like the writers just kept adding bodies because they could, and somehow it works. You end up in rooms where you’re getting your dick sucked while another girl rides your face, everybody half high, half drunk, someone recording with a phone, and it never stops to preach about morals. There’s exhibition stuff too, short skirt, no bra under a loose top, nipple almost out in public, her daring you to touch under the table. It all hangs together with this clumsy charm, like a horny diary that accidentally turned into a game. There are moments that feel like they were ripped straight from old chat logs you don’t want anyone to see, and others that feel too porn-perfect, but the mix is what gives it flavor. Vanilla my ass.

Hentai Hustle feels like someone mashed a horny Discord server together with Genshin fanart boards and then actually bothered to string some cutscenes around it. You drop in as this very standard dude, but the camera treats you like a walking cock with a personality attached. It’s all POV, all the time, so when Raiden leans in with that serious “I will end you” stare while her tits gently bounce in frame, it’s weirdly funny and hot at the same time. The scenes are built like short anime episodes that forgot to put pants on anyone. One moment you’re clicking through some goofy banter, next moment Yae Miko has you pinned verbally, smirking like she’s already planning how many times she’ll make you cum before she lets you breathe again. The animation has this AI-polished look that sometimes slips, like hands are a bit off or a leg bends in a way that makes you go “hm?”, but in a horny context your brain just shrugs and focuses on the way her tongue is sliding over your shaft. Honestly, the ahegao shots hit harder because they’re not perfect; the eyes go just a bit too wide, the drool is too shiny, it feels like raw fan art that accidentally became a game.

The game loves teasing you more than it loves fucking you, and that actually makes the payoffs nicer. There’s this moment with Yelan where she keeps her heels on your chest while jerking you off lazily, talking about “testing your endurance” like it’s some official mission. You can either act all obedient or try to push back, and the next cutscene changes just enough that you feel like your click mattered. I ended up in this route where she grinds her big ass onto your face, still half dressed in her Genshin-style outfit, and when she finally sits fully, the frame almost clips through her cheeks. It looks a bit scuffed, I laughed, then she started moaning in that half-choked way and suddenly I didn’t care about clipping anymore. Same with Hu Tao: at one point she’s being a chaotic gremlin, joking about “burying your soul” or something, and two dialogues later she’s bouncing on your cock in full cosplay while sticking her tongue out and crossing her eyes like the most cursed ahegao meme from 2018. I kinda wished they animated more subtle facial moves too, like small smirks during oral, but the game clearly prefers going from 0 to cock-deep anal in five lines of text. The point and click flow is simple, but the timing of choices does matter for how fast you get to creampies or whether you’re stuck grinding through more dirty talk. There’s a Raiden scene where you either agree to let her “discipline” you or try to top her, and if you choose wrong she just steps on your chest, presses her toes against your lips and makes you lick between them while she strokes you with the other foot. I played that part three times on purpose. And for some reason the game loves titfucks more than is reasonable; every second girl is pushing big soft boobs around your dick like it’s a handshake, but I’m not actually complaining, only thing that bothered me is one tiny sound loop in a blowjob scene that clicks wrong every four seconds and now I can’t unhear it.

Rain, shitty fluorescent lights, and this supermarket that feels like it should close ten years ago, that’s where this thing starts. Not some heroic fantasy, just a tired guy wanting to go home and touch grass or at least touch his bed, and then this weird fog crawls in outside and everything goes sideways. Doors don’t open, phones start losing signal, people quickly stop acting nice. I liked how it doesn’t jump straight into sex. First you walk around, check aisles, talk to strangers who pretend to be normal. An office lady shaking a little but still trying to keep it together, some creep that talks too much, a “helpful” clerk who smiles too wide. You feel that pressure building like a storm in your chest, and then the game starts asking you those quiet nasty questions: what do you trade for safety, who do you sell out, who do you touch when no one can leave anyway.

Once the fear settles in, the corruption really starts to taste heavy. It’s not just monsters outside, it’s people rotting from inside, and your guy can lean into that very hard. One moment you’re comforting a scared girl in the storage room, the next moment your hand is on her thigh and the text is like “you could pull away, but why would you.” The scenes aren’t shy at all: sloppy oral in the staff toilet while someone bangs on the door, a handjob under the counter while alarms scream somewhere in the background, rough domination in that frozen-goods aisle where you always get cold feet in real life. I liked that some of the sex feels almost transactional and ugly, like prostitution without the money, just “I’ll protect you if you get on your knees.” There’s this one part where a character you were nice to before basically offers herself because the fear broke her, and it hits messy: hot and fucked up at same time. Animation is surprisingly expressive, too, small details in faces, that little flinch when you grab hair a bit too hard, cum shots that don’t just fade out politely but actually hit skin and clothes and stay there while they keep talking like it’s normal.

The horror isn’t background dressing either. Sometimes you’re mid-blowjob and there is this sound from outside, like something huge scratching the metal shutters, and you have this half-second choice: keep going or stop and check. And it’s funny how often “keep going” feels like the only sane thing. Violence pops in when people finally crack completely, and the game does this cruel thing where a guy you forced to watch you use his partner later tries to stab you. I kinda hated one detail where snack prices on the shelves are all over the place and my brain kept comparing them to my local Lidl, which pulled me out of the scene every time, but anyway. Data-brain me was watching my own choices like they are a chart: every time I picked the more dominant, cruel option, the story branches drifted darker, characters’ body language changed, their eyes more dead, the sex more desperate, more choking, less romance and more “shut up and open your mouth.” You can travel between sections of the supermarket, like a sad little open world of horror and horny, and it’s weird how quickly the storage room becomes your private fuck dungeon while the front entrance turns into a war zone. By the time the fog feels almost normal, your guy is either a dirty guardian devil or just a monster in human shape, and the game doesn’t really judge you, it just lets you keep pushing until there’s nothing left of “ordinary people” except sweat, cum, bruises and that sick little thrill of having power where the world outside turned to shit.