The princess trainer guy, Akabur, finally wrapping up his Disney parody thing. You know the one. It's been sitting half finished for ages and now it's got this final update that's supposed to rip your heart out or whatever. Emotional damage via Jasmine getting railed by everything with a pulse. That's the pitch.

Seven stories all mashed together. The one where she's in the slave market, that's my go to. You can just cycle through humiliation options like you're ordering off a menu. There's this weirdly specific moment with a magic mirror where you make her watch herself getting used. The reflection shows her ahegao face and you just keep clicking. I don't know man, the shop interface is clunky. Feels like Windows 95. The lactation stuff comes out of nowhere in the beastiality scene. Like one minute it's regular monster fucking and then suddenly she's spraying milk everywhere. Nobody asked for that but there it is.

The new ending tries to be profound. Heavy handed if I'm honest. One second you're spanking her with some enchanted paddle and the next it's all violins and regret. The whiplash is insane. Jasmine dominates sometimes too, there's a whole female protagonist angle where she's the one running the show. The game forgets about that for huge chunks though. The handjob mechanics are basically the same three frames recycled from his other games. Princess trainer training montage stuff. Don't expect the anal scenes to be comfortable. They aren't meant to be. The group sex bits with the monster girls feel like they were animated by someone who's never seen a person move. But that's part of the charm right. The deliberately unpolished thing. It works until it doesn't. The magic plot device is literally just there to justify whatever gross thing happens next. I respect the honesty.

Captain’s log, stardate whatever. Admiral Freeman got her promotion and now I’m stuck with her brat, Beckett Mariner, thinking she still runs the Cerritos like a personal playground. The whole lower decks is a mess, ensigns rolling their eyes at anyone with a pip on their collar. Something about the way she smirks when I give an order, like she’s already picturing me face down in a warp core breach. So I opened the captain’s private files and found… options. Let’s just say the prime directive got a little flexible.

The art’s got that AI CG sheen, kinda like scrolling through a very specific rule34 board at 2x speed, but the animations hit this uncanny jitter that somehow makes the ahegao faces funnier. There’s a scene where you’re supposed to be asserting dominance in the ready room and her eyes go full spiral while she’s mid rant about Starfleet protocol. I laughed, then felt weird about laughing, then kept clicking. The futa tag sneaks up on you. One minute you’re using the captain’s log to document insubordination, next minute Mariner’s got a surprise that would make a Klingon blush and you’re the one getting a “performance review.” The lactation stuff is there too, which feels like someone modded a dairy farm sim into a Trek parody and honestly, I’m not mad at the chaos.

The blackmail mechanic is basically a flowchart of humiliation. Catch an ensign slacking, threaten to tell the admiral, and suddenly you’re in a holodeck program that would get the ship’s counselor court martialed. The male protagonist corruption path is where it gets properly unhinged. You start off trying to restore order, but by the third “disciplinary hearing” you’re orchestrating bukkake scenes in the shuttle bay like it’s a team building exercise. The gay content isn’t walled off either, it just blends into the general collapse of decency. There’s a bit where you’re supposed to be interrogating a “trap” character and the dialogue tree just gives up on pretense entirely. I still don’t know what the actual plot was. Something about a warp core? Who cares, I’m too busy watching the captain’s chair get reupholstered with fluids. The oral sex animations loop weirdly, like a GIF from 2007, but that almost adds to the lo-fi charm. Like a chill beats stream where the beat is just wet sounds and muffled Star Trek technobabble. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Mike Oxmaul. Yeah, the name already tells you what kind of dumb horny energy this whole thing is on. He’s a uni kid who’s short in all the ways that hurt a guy’s ego, stuck in a campus full of walking sex symbols and thirsty weirdos, and the whole game just kind of laughs at him while also giving him way too many chances to fuck his way into trouble. On the surface it looks like a chill dating sim sandbox, you wander around, bump into people, poke your nose where it shouldn’t go, but it keeps swerving between “wholesome romance” and “oh wow this is actually kind of filthy” so fast that at some point I just stopped pretending I’d pick the pure routes. One scene you’re trying to hold a semi-normal conversation with a shy virgin classmate, next scene you’re hiding in a locker watching a milf prof get pounded and arguing with yourself if voyeurism counts as studying. It absolutely doesn’t, but Mike will call it research anyway.

What actually sells it is how every choice feels like you’re digging your own grave while laughing. Take the whole cheating and netorare side of it. It starts small, just flirty texts with someone who’s “totally single, promise”, then suddenly you’re the side guy, getting your dick sucked in a campus bathroom while her actual boyfriend is sending her wholesome goodnight messages. Then later, you stumble into a scene where she’s getting used like a toy by some bigger guy and Mike is just there, humiliated, half turned on, half destroyed. The game doesn’t break into a speech about morals, it just sits there like, “yeah, you clicked those options, buddy.” Same with the humiliation and sissification bits: one minute he’s posturing as the big man, next he’s on his knees with a collar on, getting teased by a smug futa or a cruel domme who reads him like a therapist with a strap-on. And the teasing never stops at just “handjob and done”, it loves to drag it out, edging, groping, footjobs that last way too long while he’s trying to focus on some fake “group project” nobody is actually doing. There’s this dumb but brilliant running gag where he keeps telling himself he’s not into being dominated, right after he just licked someone’s toes while they call him “good little toy”. Completely believable, honestly.

Campus life here is like porn Twitter and a bad hentai subreddit crashed into a school setting and no one cleaned up the mess. You’ve got big tit milfs leaking through their shirts, students flashing panties out of nowhere, exhibitionism that’s basically a sport, and then in the middle of that, a random furry girl trying to act like this is a normal dating sim route. Oh, and the lactation and pregnancy stuff? It creeps in slowly. First it’s just “wow, big tits, they bounce”, then there’s a titfuck scene, then some milky blowjob, and Mike’s POV camera is way too close, like the game itself is horny and can’t hold the phone steady. The group sex bits go from clumsy fantasy to full-on bukkake piles, where you’re half lost in bodies and lube and some trans/futa character is absolutely stealing the whole show. The writing will crack a joke, you laugh, and then three seconds later your dick is out again, like, how did we get from banter to anal creampie and sex toys in the ass this fast. Honestly, the only thing that annoyed me was this one looping animation I saw in like three different scenes; every time it popped up again I got irrationally angry and still didn’t skip, which kind of says a lot. It all feels messy, horny, slightly mean, sometimes unexpectedly sweet, and always just a little bit too real about how a guy who’s “coming up short” somehow keeps ending knee-deep in prostitution side gigs, interracial threesomes, and being used as a fuckable stress ball by people way more confident than him. I kept telling myself I’d go for the romance routes and then found myself watching from the closet while someone else made the girl ahegao. Perfectly terrible decisions all the way down.

You slip into this game as the new professor at Beacon and the whole thing feels kind of wrong in a way that makes it hard to stop reading. It’s not shy about what it wants: you, a smug older guy with too much authority, and Ruby, older than in the show but still with that clumsy puppy energy, stuck in your classroom while you slowly bend her into something filthy. The whole thing runs on text, so there is no fancy distraction. Just words hitting you, one after another, like a slow hand creeping up a thigh. The writing starts playful, almost harmless, with dumb jokes and parodies of school rules, and then suddenly you realize you’re several choices deep into blackmailing this girl over one embarrassing incident in the training hall.

There was one scene where you “help” Ruby with her combat stance. It begins like normal tutoring, legs apart, hands on her hips, small corrections. Then the teacher voice in the text softens and turns very personal. The script pays a lot of attention to little sounds: her armor clinking when you press her against the desk, the soft “ah” when you grope a little too high, the tiny wet click when she swallows her nerves along with your threats. No need for audio, you can almost hear it anyway. And when she finally drops to her knees for “extra credit”, the text slows down, sentence by sentence, describing the way she breathes against your cock, the messy saliva strings, the muted gagging. It lingers just long enough to make you feel like a creep, then cracks a joke about grades, like it wants you to laugh at your own corruption. I kinda hated that. And liked it. Then hated that I liked it. The pace is strange like that: some scenes rush right to the good stuff, then later a simple spanking session in your office drags on forever, each smack and whimper stretched out until you feel the heat of her ass on your own palm.

The domination side is not gentle. She starts shy and stubborn, but it doesn’t take long before you’re shoving her face into the desk, pulling her hair while you push inside her, reading her humiliation thoughts in these short, guilty inner monologues. You get moments where she tries to act tough, where the humor pops back up and she cracks a joke while your hand is down her panties, but then one line cuts through, like her realizing she is actually wetter when you insult her. That part stung more than any fictional bruise. The game leans fully into male power fantasy, from groping in crowded halls, to secret anal “lessons” after class, to forcing her to masturbate for you while you just watch and grade her form like it’s homework. Sometimes the text repeats certain actions again and again, like the writer forgot they already described how tight she is, but somehow it fits the sleazy, obsessive tone. It’s messy, too horny to be elegant, full of teasing and rough sex and stupid little asides, like your character complaining about paperwork in the middle of making Ruby choke on him. And yeah, the whole school setting, the blackmail, the way her innocence gets peeled off scene by scene, it all feels like reading a dirty fanfic at 200% intensity, where every new “lesson” is just an excuse to drag her a little deeper into your bed, and her shame sounds louder in your head than any battle in the original show ever did.

Lena is absolutely the kind of heroine who should not survive five minutes in a city like New Ipswich, which is exactly why she works so well. She is stubborn, too soft at first, always one bad choice away from getting used like a cumrag in some locker room, and the game does not politely pretend otherwise. You start with this simple thing: her dad’s gambling shit blew up in her face, and now she basically belongs to a crime syndicate who thinks “contract negotiation” means “we choke you and see how much you moan.” To crawl out of this mess, she goes into the underground sexfighting circuit, which sounds dumb on paper until the first time you win a fight you had no business winning and suddenly the whole ring is chanting her name while she is standing there, tits heaving, half-naked, sweat and other fluids on her skin, and still kinda proud. It feels less like a hentai power fantasy and more like watching someone learn to weaponize being turned on, using her own arousal and shame as armor and as a leash at the same time. The sex is not just a bonus scene tagged on top of combat. Half the time it is the point and the punishment both. Lose a match and you are flat on your back (or knees) with some smug bitch or asshole using your mouth or pussy like they just bought it wholesale, talking shit in your ear, grinding your face into their crotch while the crowd laughs. Win a match and sometimes it is even worse, because now everyone is looking at Lena like, “So what kind of dirty champion are you going to be?” and the game actually lets you lean into that. You can play her as someone who starts shy, then realizes she can humiliate opponents by forcing them to cum in front of everyone, riding their face or making them beg for her fingers. Or you can try to keep her “pure” and still end up with someone’s tongue between her legs after a brutal grapple that slowly turns into scissoring on the mat while the ref pretends to care. That whole dominant / submissive swing is all over the place, and it is great because it is messy. One match you are choking on a cock while your own drool drips down those big tits, next match you have that same guy by the balls, literally, making him whimper while you grind your ass on him until he shoots on himself and you just smirk. There is this one early sequence where a female rival pins Lena against the ropes, whispers trash in her ear, slides a hand into her shorts, and you have this quick struggle of combat inputs that suddenly looks more like foreplay. If you fuck it up, Lena gets fingered to orgasm in front of everyone and then left shaking with her panties ruined, and if you nail it, she reverses it, shoves the girl to her knees and makes her lick her inner thigh, almost but not quite where she wants it, as payback. I actually had to put my phone down for a second there, not gonna lie.

What surprised me is how the whole city feels like it exists beyond the ring, even if you do not actually walk around it like some big sandbox. You feel the crime, the sleazy clubs, that sense that every alley hides some creep who would gladly film Lena sucking him off for a few chips to pay her debts. There are little bits of story where she has to do “private sessions” for sponsors so she can afford better gear, and those are honestly more intense than some matches. One rich bastard makes her strip slowly while he circles her, commenting on her ass like he is assessing a horse. Then he throws her to the couch and decides he wants a creampie “to mark his investment,” and you have that ugly mix of humiliation and reluctant lust where she clenches around him and hates herself for how good it feels. In another path, a female sponsor is pure shark energy, makes Lena go down on her under the table while negotiating prize money with the syndicate guy. So there you are, watching Lena’s eyes tear up while she is eating pussy and trying not to choke on the other woman’s thighs when the man across the table asks if she is “motivated enough.” Stuff like that is why the world sticks in my head more than the usual porn game blur. It is not polite; it lets the lesbian scenes be just as ruthless as any blowjob punishment. Also, the animations are simple but have just enough movement that you feel every thrust. One time I lost a match on purpose just to see how far the humiliation goes, and it did not disappoint: the winner dragged Lena around by her hair, made her crawl on all fours, then sat on her face while some other dude slid into Lena’s pussy from behind, loud slaps, Lena trying to breathe and moaning through muffled lips. And still she gets back in the ring later like some horny phoenix. I do wish the combat inputs were a bit tighter, because sometimes a sexy grapple pops up and you are still trying to figure out if the game wants you to focus or mash, but honestly, I keep forgetting to be annoyed when the “punishment” for losing is having a cock shoved down her throat while the crowd takes pics. This is the kind of title where you start it on Chrome “just for a quick look” and suddenly your search history is full of New Ipswich theories and you are low-key arguing with yourself if Lena is more fun as a broken toy or a queen who learns to make everyone else kneel.

Imagine loading this up after a long day, brain half-melted, and suddenly you’re getting dragged into a “date” with D.Va that feels like someone mixed a cheesy dating sim, a porn comic and one of those horny chat logs you regret reading, but keep scrolling anyway. You start with that cute idol-gamer vibe, all neon colors and fake innocence, and before you realise, the game is already poking at you: are you going to be the sweet guy trying to charm her, or the creep who’s low-key thrilled that she can be pushed, teased, blackmailed, dragged into the mess with you. It looks harmless at first. She smiles, you pick a flirty line, maybe you focus on her gamer side, maybe you go straight to “I want to see your ass in that bodysuit” because self-control is for other people. The tone can switch really fast from romantic to filthy, and I kinda liked that whiplash.

One thing I enjoyed is how your small choices actually feel dirty. Like, you’re sitting there picking if you compliment her skills or stare at her thighs, and each click nudges her personality. Be too soft and she turns into this clingy romance route, kissing, handholding, slow teasing, lesbian curiosity when another girl appears on-screen and they start “practicing” on each other while you’re just watching like a perv. Go harsher and you end up with her on her knees, drool and mascara, taking rough oral, gagging, getting her face painted in bukkake scenes that almost feel too intimate because of the POV angle. There is a moment where you can force her into public stuff, like twisted exhibitionism in a place that is way too bright, and I actually paused for a second, then clicked anyway. Of course I did. Some branches are straight humiliation: you talk her into sending vids, then use them to corner her, pushing her into group sex while she tries to pretend she’s still in control, ahegao face and all. And then, in another branch, you’re gently rubbing her legs, playing with her feet, she blushes, gives you this shy footjob that somehow feels more embarrassing than the multiple penetration route later on. Also, whoever animated the anal scenes clearly has issues, in a good way.

The game loves fucking with you emotionally too. There’s a whole netorare angle where you think you’re the one corrupting her, then suddenly there’s this interracial gangbang route and you’re basically reduced to a background prop while she rides other guys, moaning your name sometimes, sometimes not. It stings a bit, not gonna lie, and the messed up thing is that it’s hot. One ending even has you treat her like a proper girlfriend, lots of cuddling, cute dates, phone calls, light masturbation scenes where she streams to you only, vibrator buzzing under the desk while she’s talking about ranked matches, and you’re like “ah, this is wholesome” until she shows up later covered in cum in a totally different path and you remember what kind of game this is. The writing is simple, not trying to be clever, just straight to the point with teasing, groping, toys, creampie close-ups that go on long enough you start noticing tiny details. Sometimes the pacing feels weird, like it jumps too quickly from playful flirting to choking and sexual harassment, and I wish there was one extra beat of build-up, but whatever, my hand was already busy. The point and click stuff is easy, you wander through her room, poke at random objects, trigger scenes, stumble into a foot fetish moment when you only wanted to open a drawer. I actually got stuck once because I kept replaying a specific oral scene instead of moving forward. The multiple endings are fun to chase, even when you end up as the pathetic voyeur watching her fuck somebody else. That’s kind of the charm: you’re never fully sure if you’re the protagonist or just a camera with a hard-on.

Lust And Roll Therapy Center feels like somebody smashed a horny card battler, a trashy soap opera and a half-remembered porn dream together, then forgot to clean the edges. You start as this guy who barely remembers who he is, tossed into a “therapy program” where Miss Lust looks more like a high-end dominatrix than any doctor I’ve seen. Every “session” is basically her peeling back your memories by pushing you into more fucked up scenes, and the excuse is always “this will help your recall.” Sure. Totally scientific. Some moments feel almost sweet, like she’s actually worried about your broken brain, then two clicks later she’s got you on your knees, choking on rules you didn’t know you agreed to. The tone jumps around like a drunk cat but weirdly, it kind of works. It feels like you’re not in control of your own mind, which fits the whole memory thing too well.

The card system is where it gets interesting and also janky. You’re playing these sessions like a horny duel with options that feel way too specific: tease, obey, push back, humiliate yourself, corrupt someone else, worship her boots, let her tie you up tighter. Cards combo into scenes, scenes unlock more cards, and suddenly a little choice you made ten minutes earlier turns the next “therapy” from light teasing to full-on public exhibition where she makes you strip and service a stranger while she “observes your progress.” I had one run where I tried to play it cool and romantic, and still ended up with a lesbian scene in the showers where you’re basically turned into a toy between two women who know way more about your past than you do. Another time I leaned into being a submissive idiot and accidentally opened this whole prostitution branch where Miss Lust rents you out under the excuse of “roleplaying your past choices.” It’s hot and kind of fucked, and half the time I wasn’t sure if I was building a romance or just sinking deeper as her favorite slave. Also the feet stuff is everywhere. Not subtle at all. She makes you kiss her heels, lick her toes as “grounding exercise,” even jerk off with her soles pressing your cock, and it’s treated like normal therapy protocol, which actually made me laugh out loud once. The corruption angle creeps up: at first you’re shocked, later you’re begging to be collared again and asking for anal like it’s a reward. Sometimes the pacing goes weird, scenes jump too fast, and a couple of choices feel like fake branches, but then you get a voyeur moment peeking at a futa patient using another girl as a seat in the waiting room and you forget to be mad. It feels rough around the edges, like a dirty browser tab you keep telling yourself you’ll close, then open again five minutes later because you want to see what Miss Lust will do if you lose that next hand.

You know what I’d ban first if I ran this dystopian shithole? The tired old “rebel against the regime” plot. Seen it. Done it. Woke up in a cold sweat because I realized I’d mind controlled my own aunt into a glory hole for state secrets. This game doesn’t give a fuck about your narrative standards. It’s a corruption sandbox where the “oppressive government” is basically a background texture while you, a guy with a hypno-ray or whatever, systematically dismantle the social fabric of a town one MILF at a time.

The first thing that hits you is the deliberate lack of polish. It’s 3DCG that looks like it was rendered on a potato running a pirated copy of Poser from 2006. Characters have that dead eyed mannequin stare, which honestly makes the whole mind control thing feel less like a power fantasy and more like you’re a puppeteer with a fetish for department store dummies. I spent twenty minutes trying to get the mayor’s wife into a compromising position and the clipping. My god, the clipping. Her hand just phased through a table like a horny ghost. It’s janky as hell and I’m not even sure if the resource management part works because I was too busy figuring out the group sex triggers. You get money and resources by putting people to “work,” which is a clinical way of saying you pimp out your brainwashed harem.

And the voyeurism system. There’s a whole mechanic about not getting caught, but the tension is about as thick as wet tissue paper. I had a guard walk in on me balls deep in his wife, doing anal while she recited propaganda slogans, and he just sort of… glitched into a corner. The humiliation aspect is there, but it’s more humiliating for the game engine. The incest tag is just sort of there, a checkbox ticked without any real narrative weight, like they forgot to write dialogue for it. You can corrupt a whole family tree and they’ll just stand around in the same T-pose after a handjob. The gay content feels tacked on, a single awkward scene that’s less about passion and more about proving the tag list is comprehensive. The mind control is the whole game, a repetitive loop of zapping, fucking, and collecting your dystopian welfare check. It’s a mess. A glorious, horny, broken mess that I can’t stop picking at like a scab.

Alex and Sophia look like that boring perfect couple you scroll past on Instagram, but the game catches them right when the cracks start to show. He’s buried in his phone for work, she’s buried in her phone for… everything else. The whole thing feels uncomfortably real in the beginning: little unread messages, “I’ll call you later” that never happens, him zoning out in bed while she is literally lying next to him horny and frustrated. You’re not just watching, though. You’re poking at their relationship from inside the phone, playing with chat apps, message history, and those shitty half-hearted replies that hurt more than a real fight. When Sophia starts talking to someone new, it doesn’t feel sudden. It feels like that quiet slide from “I’m lonely” into “maybe I’ll just answer this random guy who actually listens.” And you know it’s a bad idea, and you still push it, because that’s where the fun starts.

The humiliation angle creeps in so slow you barely notice at first. One small selfie that’s “only a little spicy,” one webcam moment “just to tease,” and suddenly she’s doing stuff in front of the camera she never did even with Alex. Public stuff, too. Those exhibitionist scenes really hit because they’re not huge porn set pieces, more like “I dared myself to go outside without panties under this skirt and I might bump into someone I know.” There’s a part where she’s typing in a group chat, everyone egging her on, and she’s shaking, half from fear, half from being stupidly turned on. You’re the one choosing if she says no or if she gives in and lets strangers see more, or even touch. The voyeurism is baked in from both sides: watching her through screens, and then watching other people watch her. Later, when she’s already in too deep, the game throws in this pregnancy thread that is honestly kind of messed up in a hot way. You’re sitting there wondering if the baby is Alex’s or the other guy’s, and she’s too ashamed to even ask, but the sex scenes keep going anyway, like the anxiety itself becomes part of her kink. I actually hated that for a second, then clicked through to get more of it. It feels wrong but it works.

What I really liked, and also lowkey hated, is how the cheating isn’t just “lol she fucks other men now.” The chats have this very familiar energy, like shitty Telegram or WhatsApp flirting, awkward at first, then filthy and precise. The guy on the other end starts using her guilt as a toy. He knows she’s checking messages while Alex is in the next room, so he pushes her: send a pic now, do this with your hand, open your legs while you’re “just scrolling TikTok.” There’s a sequence where Alex is talking about work and in the same moment you’re guiding Sophia through a live cam show from her phone, and the contrast is brutal and hot. The netorare side is not just about the sex, it’s the emotional theft, that feeling that her heart and pussy are slowly syncing to someone else’s rhythm while Alex just fades into background noise. And the game is kind of cruel about it, with some AI-generated CG that looks almost too clean, like fake-perfect porn pasted over very human fuckups. It’s not polished in some places, pacing jumps and a few scenes feel rushed, but that roughness actually helps. It feels like going through a messy relationship folder on Google Photos instead of some big, shiny porn project. By the time the humiliation hits its peak, she’s so used to being watched that you start wondering if she ever really wanted a normal relationship at all, or if this was always hiding under the surface, waiting for one missed message to crack it open.