Ah yes, Juliet Starling. Because what the chainsaw-wielding cheerleader genre really needed was to be reduced to a clickable cumdumpster. This isn't some edgy parody, it's a looped animation pad that probably took less effort than licking the stamps for a cease and desist letter from Suda51. The art style tries to capture that Lollipop Chainsaw vibe, but it's like looking at a blurred photocopy of a screenshot that's been left out in the sun.

You get a grid of numbers, and each one is a different angle of the same brutalist philosophy. Click '1' and Blondie is getting her throat rearranged. Click '2' and it's the other zombie from a slightly different angle. The 'threesome' is the big selling point, but it's just a mechanical procession towards the inevitable cumshot, which you can direct to her face, mouth, or, groundbreakingly, inside her. The loops themselves are the kind of jittery, robotic motion that makes you wonder if the zombies are just as bored as you are. I mean, the sound design is probably just a wet sock slapping against a keyboard.

And that uniform. It stays mostly on, which is a choice. It's like the artist was terrified of drawing actual anatomy, so they just drew the costume first and added some balloon-like flesh around the edges. The whole thing has the energy of a Newgrounds submission from 2005 that everyone forgot about for a very good reason. There's no build-up, no tease, just a menu of holes to fill. Honestly, I've seen more erotic tension in a medical diagram. It's a fap simulator with the user interface of a microwave. Press number, get splooge. You can't even call it a game. It's a utilitarian smut dispenser with all the charm of a broken vending machine. The debate here isn't about taste, it's about whether clicking a 'cum inside' button constitutes a 'different animation' or just a palette swap for the last half-second. I'm leaning towards palette swap.

I didn’t expect to laugh this much while being turned on, but that’s kind of what this game does - it keeps switching tones like it’s drunk on its own horniness. One moment it’s mocking you with this smug little text box calling you “champ” while you’re literally watching your in-game girlfriend get railed by some ripped dude who looks suspiciously like a One Punch Man parody, and then it drops a line so pathetic it almost feels sweet. There’s this weird comfort in how shameless it is. The mobile UI is janky as hell, buttons sometimes freeze after a scene, yet somehow you’re still glued, thumb hovering, waiting for another humiliation prompt. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with me? Maybe that’s the point.

There’s this “corruption meter” thing that doesn’t even pretend to be balanced - it just spikes whenever you choose anything remotely submissive. I kinda love it. The writing feels like it was done by someone who alternates between watching hentai and reading philosophy quotes on Pinterest. The Makima cameo? Way too short. The Gwen Stacy reference? Hilariously misplaced, but I snorted. And the AI CG scenes - like, they look *almost* real until you notice the extra fingers or the lollipop melting into her hair. Still hot though. I wish the sound design wasn’t so crunchy; moans sound like they were recorded through a tin can. But the humor saves it - especially when the game straight up bullies you mid-event for failing a quick-time tease.

I remember one scene in the school hallway where the protagonist catches his crush flirting with a futa gym teacher, and instead of rage or sadness, he just… stares. The camera lingers too long. You can almost hear the dev saying, “yeah, marinate in that.” It’s cruel and stupidly honest. I hated it. I replayed it three times. There’s something about how it never tries to justify itself - it’s not pretending to be classy, not pretending to care about your feelings. It wants you messy, needy, embarrassed. And somehow, that’s what makes it kinda beautiful.