You start as this baby succubus who looks like she should still be learning multiplication tables, except no, she’s out here weaponizing tits and mind tricks on half the city. The game doesn’t even pretend to justify anything, it just shoves you into a dorm and goes “yeah, your hunger is basically horny mana, go fix it.” I kinda like that, actually. No huge lore dump, just: seduce girls, drain them, don’t explode. The supernatural stuff is treated like having a slightly annoying allergy. One minute you’re chatting, next minute you’re accidentally melting some shy girl’s resistance because you clicked the wrong teasing option and suddenly she’s offering to “help you relax” under the table. My bad, I guess.

The harem angle creeps up slowly instead of screaming in your face. At first it’s one girl, then two, then you realize the game is quietly keeping track of who you corrupted, who you blackmailed with that dumb “I caught you masturbating in the bathroom” scene, and who you just seduced fair and square. And yeah, there’s actual romance stuff buried under all the porn. You can be weirdly sweet with some of them, then turn around and slap another girl’s ass red while she calls you mistress. Or master. The game can’t decide half the time, which is funny in a scuffed way. The sandbox structure kinda encourages you to just wander, poke at events, spam point and click on places, then suddenly you hit a scene where a milf teacher is giving you private “discipline” lessons and you’re thinking: cool, I just wanted to grab some in-game cash, not ride her face. But here we are.

Sex scenes swing from goofy to pretty intense. You get your usual progression: oral, handjobs, titfucks on girls who clearly were built with “big ass, big tits, bigger issues” in mind, then it escalates into public stuff and humiliation where you’re forcing a girl to masturbate in a place she really shouldn’t, while other students almost catch her. Sometimes you’re in control, sometimes they pin you down and sit on your face until your superpowers fizzle. There’s lesbian threesomes where everyone’s limbs are going somewhere and the POV forgets what angle it was using five seconds ago, but it kinda fits the chaos. Toys show up too, casually, like “hey here’s a vibrator we’re totally using on your roommate while she pretends she doesn’t like anal.” The corruption feels gradual enough that when a formerly wholesome girl is begging for your cum inside her and grinding on your strap, it doesn’t feel random, just wrong in a satisfying “yeah, I did that” way. And the art has this AI-generated vibe where sometimes a hand is a bit weird or a face is too perfect, but honestly, when a succubus is sucking a girl’s soul out through her pussy and creampie dripping out after, I’m not pausing to count fingers. I kinda wish the game respected my free time more, but it won’t, and I’ll still click everything anyway.

Arrogant bastard finally meets someone who doesn’t give a shit about how rich he is or how many girls he banged before breakfast. That’s basically the energy of this game. You start as this smug, successful guy who thinks the whole world is just his personal porn playlist, and then reality hits him in the balls. Sometimes literally. The story slowly flips from “I own everything” to “I’m property,” and the transition is the fun part. Not cute romantic fun, but that ugly, horny, uncomfortable kind you keep replaying in your head when you’re supposed to be answering Slack messages. It’s not some soft, playful femdom where he’s secretly in charge. The women here grab the wheel and he just kind of learns how to scream properly. I like that he’s not secretly nice. He’s kind of a prick, and that makes it a lot more satisfying when he’s on his knees, spitting on the floor because she told him to and then licking it clean because she changes her mind.

Scenes hit from all sides. One moment you’re in standard “okay, blowjob, whatever,” then she pushes his head back, laughs in his face, sits on it and doesn’t move until the screen starts shaking and you’re not sure if he’s getting air or not. There’s a lot of viewpoint stuff that really sells it: you looking up at a woman’s heel resting on your balls, her casually scrolling her phone, giving you half-attention while she grinds on you like you’re a piece of gym furniture. When the older women show up, it stops feeling like a game and more like a corporate training course from hell. MILF boss with a toy in her desk drawer, casual foot resting on his chest during a “performance review,” her asking questions about quarterly numbers while his cock is in a cock ring and he’s trying not to cry. And then she spits on him for giving the wrong answer and doesn’t even look down. The sex is rough, but not messy in a senseless way. Pegging feels like a punishment that’s been planned for weeks. Spanking is never just “a few smacks,” it’s a lecture with sound effects. Whipping comes with rules you will absolutely forget and then pay for. The ballbusting scenes are honestly too much sometimes, but I kept going back just to see how far they push his humiliation in front of other characters. It’s sick, but in the good “why is this hot, what is wrong with me” way.

What surprised me is how many scenes are built around tiny, mean details instead of just the big acts. Like, there’s one moment where he’s kneeling naked in front of two women arguing if he’s worth keeping around as a slave or just better used as a stress toy for the week. They don’t talk to him, just about him, while one of them absentmindedly taps his cheek with a crop like she’s thinking. Another part has him gagging on a strap-on and she slaps his balls when he tries to pull back, then makes him clean it with his tongue afterward while she insults his “useless dick” that never got her off anyway. There’s POV where her feet are in your face and you can’t tell if the scene is about foot fetish or just pure humiliation, because she tells him to sniff between her toes before he’s allowed to touch her pussy. Oral is often less “pleasing her” and more “she wipes herself on his mouth like a dirty towel.” And sometimes I hated the MC and still felt bad for him when she drags him by the collar into a room full of toys hanging from the wall, like a museum of mistakes. The game likes to tease power, then snatch it away. You get a choice that looks important, like you’re finally going to stand up for yourself, but whatever you pick, it still twists into more control for her. And yeah, I’m complaining about that, but also I clicked through those branches on my phone during a boring Zoom call like a junkie. There is a female route too, more straight story, less bending, but I honestly got stuck replaying the moments where he gets forced to kiss the sole of her shoe after she steps on his cock. By the way, whoever animated that slow grind when she sits on his chest, pins his wrists with her knees, and leans forward to spit in his open mouth while telling him his career is over? You need therapy. And a raise.

James is the kind of guy you glance at in the hallway and forget a second later. Thin, quiet, eyes that look past people instead of at them. Everyone smells weakness on him. The jocks shove him into lockers, the pretty girls laugh while pretending they don’t see, the teachers do that fake “concerned” face and move on. Inside his head though, it’s just his father’s blood on the floor and his mother’s voice trying to stay calm. That never really stopped for him, it just changed background. Now he lands in this private high school owned by Ron, his dad’s old buddy, and it feels more like a stage than a campus. Polished floors, rich brats who grew up getting what they wanted, uniforms that hide nothing when they get wet, and a principal who smiles a little too wide when he talks about “opportunity”.

Mom is the soft center of this whole mess. Lucy used to be fit, strong, someone who could hold a plank longer than your will to live. Now she’s exhausted and broke, and the debt collectors are breathing on her neck like horny ghosts. She’s trying to protect James, but every “choice” she gets offered feels like another kind of collar. Office “assistant” for some sleazy businessman who stares at her ass the moment she turns around. Personal trainer for dads who want more than squats. Late-night cleaning in places where the cameras are way more interested in skin than floors. The game just lets you push her one step at a time. First, it’s tighter outfits because “you look more professional like this”, then bending too low in front of her boss, then someone’s hand staying on her hip a little too long and she just swallows it because rent is due. There is this one scene in Ron’s office where she’s wearing a borrowed blouse that’s one size too small, and you can literally see the fabric giving up on those tits while he “explains” her contract. You barely click anything, but the tension is loud, like you can hear the buttons thinking about breaking.

From James’s side, it’s this slow, fucked up slide from victim to problem. The bullying doesn’t just stop. It mutates. Shoves turn into gropes, mockery into blackmail, “friends” into people who figure out that controlling him means maybe getting access to his mom. A twin pair in his class, all fake innocence and real hunger, work him from both sides. One whispers into his ear during class, her hand drifting under the desk, the other corners Lucy after school, talking about “helping James fit in”. At some point you realize the game is smiling at you while it offers you these scenes where James watches through a cracked door as his mother gets “convinced” to take a very special part-time job. Sometimes you’re in his eyes, sometimes in hers, sometimes just floating like a dirty little voyeur while hands, toys, and even entire groups start using her like she’s property. There is rough stuff, humiliation, that classic “I hate this, my body doesn’t” corruption arc, milk on skin, asses getting slapped red, tears that mix with spit, and those stupid ahegao faces that shouldn’t be hot but somehow, yeah, they work here. One route drags you into mind games where Lucy can’t even tell if her thoughts are her own anymore, another flirts with romance and then kicks you in the gut with betrayal, and somewhere in between you can push James into owning the whole sick thing or let him drown in it. It’s messy, sometimes cruel, sometimes weirdly tender in short flashes that vanish too fast, but that’s kind of the point. Nothing feels clean in this world. Everything is a trade, a favor, a debt paid with skin.

First impression? It feels like some horny dev looked at all the “whale bait” in mobile gacha, ripped out the microtransactions, and replaced them with pure fanservice on an island where clothes basically just give up and die. You arrive on this “cheap paradise” with your landlady, and the game just quietly points at the nudist rule and goes, “Yeah, that’s the whole thing, good luck keeping eye contact.” It starts slow, which I kinda liked. First morning you wake up, shuffle out half-asleep, and she’s walking around in this thin robe that might as well be air. You pretend to check your phone, she pretends not to notice you staring at her tits every three seconds, and the whole time the game is like “oh yeah, you’re broke, fix the money problem” when all you want is for the robe to slip a little more. And it does. Very gradually. It’s that kind of sandbox where you’re just roaming around the house and island poking stuff, talking, choosing dumb dialogue, and every new day she’s just… less dressed, more casual about being naked. One time I answered something like “it’s not a big deal, we’re on a nudist island, right?” and she just shrugged, dropped the towel and kept talking about bills with her huge ass completely bare on the couch like this is a normal conversation topic. I had to just sit there staring like an idiot.

The whole thing hits that brain spot gacha does for me, where you’re chasing tiny upgrades. In gacha I’m rolling for one more dupe. Here I’m grinding one more “point” of comfort so she’ll start doing yoga naked on the balcony, or sunbathing spread out on a beach chair while you “apply sunscreen” way too slowly. No pull animation, just you checking scenes, unlocking new ones, coming back at different times of day to see if she’s wandering around the kitchen with her tits bouncing freely while she nags you about getting a job. The AI art is kinda weird sometimes. Her face changes a bit from angle to angle, and every now and then her boobs look like they’re trying to escape to a different timeline, but I weirdly didn’t care. It has that Dreambooth / NovelAI energy, where it’s obviously generated but your brain just fills the gaps because the situation is so horny. There was one scene where she’s bending over the fridge and her ass looked so huge it felt like the fridge was going to collapse, and yeah, anatomically cursed, still hot. The island itself is quiet as fuck. No big crowds, just some spots to wander, like the beach and some paths, and it kinda works since it keeps you locked on the landlady and the whole “we are both naked and pretending this is normal” drama. Sandbox parts are simple: walk, click, talk, sometimes peek at her through a half-open door while she strips down and just tosses her clothes wherever. At one point I was standing in the hallway, she comes out of the shower, towel around her chest, water dripping, and the game popped a choice like “look away” or “keep watching.” I obviously kept watching, and she catches you, gives that fake annoyed look, then just drops the towel this time. No music sting, no fancy effect, just you staring at your landlady naked and her acting like you’re the pervert for liking it. Honestly, feels more real than some of the high budget stuff.

Husband with a filthy brain and a wife who starts way too pure for her own good, that’s the whole vibe here. You play the guy, married to Stefany, kind of normal couple at first, doing the usual boring routine, and then you start poking at this fetish you barely even want to say out loud: you want to see her with someone else. Not harem, not “I bang every girl in the city”, just your wife, that ass, those tits, and another man. And not some ripped young stud either, but the exact thing most porn sites throw at you when you search “ugly neighbor fucks your wife”. Old, wrinkled, not charming at all, the type you’d avoid in the grocery line. That’s the one the game picks and honestly it fits way too well. At first you try little stuff: talking to Stefany about fantasies, catching her changing, sneaking glances when she bends over to grab something, telling her you think it’d be hot if some other guy checked her out. She blushes, she hesitates, she tells you you’re crazy, then she smiles a bit too long. The teasing builds slow, like when you edge yourself on purpose and hate yourself for it, then do it again.

When Arnold, the neighbor, finally shows up, it hits different. He’s not sexy, he’s not smooth, he just feels real and kind of gross. That ugly-old-man energy, hanging around your hot housewife, looking at her tits while pretending he’s talking about the weather. And you see it all from the husband’s eyes. Sometimes you’re right there, sometimes you feel like you’re watching from behind a door. You get stuff like Stefany giving him a “too long” hug, or bending over in front of him in those tight pants that basically eat her ass, and you tell yourself it’s nothing, you’re just imagining. Then the game stops pretending and goes hard into it. Handjobs that start almost “by accident”, her on her knees with Arnold’s dick way too close to her face, her looking at you while she’s got her lips around him, like “this is what you wanted, right?”. There’s vaginal scenes where you can see everything, that ugly body pressed against her big tits and big ass, and she’s moaning your name while riding him. That part is fucked up in a good way. She’s cheating on you but also not, because you asked for it, and you’re sitting there hard as stone, half jealous, half proud that your wife is so damn hot even this fossil can’t resist.

The animations help sell it, not perfect Pixar stuff, more like that good cheap porn you keep rewatching anyway because the girl sells the fantasy. The way her breasts bounce when Arnold pounds her from behind, the little jiggle of her ass on his lap, her tongue sliding on his shaft before she swallows him, all that is way better than it needs to be for a game about you getting cucked by an old guy. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like scenes cut a bit fast or you want more build up and it just jumps to the next position, and there is one part where she’s talking and the facial expression does not match at all. It pulled me out for a second, then the next shot of her riding him with her back arched fixed my focus again. Also I still hate that the husband keeps calling Arnold “neighbor” in some lines like he forgot his name, it annoyed me for no reason and then I kept noticing it. But the whole netorase thing, where you’re not just a victim but actually pushing your wife into this, gets under your skin. You’re telling her how beautiful she looks with another man inside her, coaching her, sometimes asking her to describe how he feels, and the game lets that dirty talk breathe. Watching her go from shy wife to “fuck me harder, old man” while she glances at you, that hits that twisted mix of humiliation and arousal that this niche likes. It’s not fair, it’s not wholesome, and it’s definitely not for people who want to be the hero. Perfect for when you’re already in that “I hate myself but I’m still jerking” mood.

Desmond just wants a chill college summer, and instead he walks straight into this horny side route of life where every room has someone older, hotter and way more experienced waiting to mess with his head. The game sits you right inside his skull with this text based style, so you’re constantly reading his thoughts as he’s trying not to stare at tits, asses, feet, everything, and failing every single time. It’s that slow burn type thing where just talking to the women in the house already feels dirty. One minute you’re “just helping her with groceries,” next minute she’s guiding his hand under her skirt, pretending it’s an accident while you know damn well she’s been setting it up for three scenes. The writing isn’t fancy at all, but I actually liked that. Feels closer to porn chatlogs you’d see on Reddit than some polished VN script. You pick dialogue options and watch him go from awkward virgin energy to “yeah I’m fucking my friend’s mom in the guest bedroom and still going out for breakfast like nothing happened.”

The voyeur stuff is where it got me. There’s this part early on where Desmond wakes up to weird noises, peeks through a half open door and just stands there watching a full on blowjob going down. No big flashing choices, just this quiet description of him trying not to breathe too loud while she gags on this guy’s cock, wiping spit off her chin, pushing her own head deeper like she’s starving for it. The game keeps mentioning how his dick is rock hard in his shorts and lets you decide if he jerks off right there or holds it in and uses that frustration later. And later can be anything: maybe the same woman “catches” him watching and blackmails him into eating her out, maybe he ends up getting her to ride him and finish inside her with a messy creampie she tells him not to worry about. There’s a bunch of little routes like that: a footjob on the couch while a movie plays, a titfuck in the shower where she presses her wet boobs together and laughs at how fast he blows, a scene with a real model character who’s basically using him as her private stress toy between paid clients. The prostitution angle is not subtle at all, she literally comes home from “work” with cum still drying on her chest sometimes, and yeah, you can get involved in that, like becoming her regular or just staying the side boy she actually enjoys.

Sex scenes go pretty far. Straight up vaginal, anal, oral, handjobs, a lot of masturbation too where he’s hiding in the bathroom, replaying what he saw earlier and stroking till he paints the sink. Some interracial moments show up a bit suddenly, like one route tosses in a big black dude who is smashing one of the women while you peek and honestly the pacing feels weird there, but the raw jealousy in Desmond’s head is written in a fun messy way. There is cheating everywhere: wives cheating on husbands, women cheating on boyfriends, and Desmond cheating on, well, everyone when you branch enough. I kinda wish the game let you feel more guilt or consequence, but it mostly keeps the vibe like a dirty secret summer fantasy. Still, some dialogue lines are really clunky, like someone says something that no human would say during a blowjob, and then the next line is super hot and natural again. And the game really loves milfs, like every older woman here is peak porn stereotype, but sometimes that’s exactly what you want, a tanned thick mom riding his face, grinding on his mouth till she shivers, then turning around and sitting on his cock and not even asking if he has a condom, just telling him to fill her up. Story is just an excuse, but it’s a fun excuse, and by the time you’re arranging secret meetings, sneaking into bedrooms at night, getting a lazy footjob under the table while someone else talks about “summer plans,” you kinda forget he was supposed to just visit a friend.

Akira is that kind of dude who looks like he should just be a boring romance VN protagonist, then the game opens with his girl Yuki splattered on the street and you go, ok, this shit is not comfy at all. It hits harder than I expected. Not like Hollywood tragic, more like that quiet gross feeling in your gut when you scroll past some accident video on Twitter and your brain keeps replaying it when you try to sleep. Game really leans into that. There is sex, yeah, a lot of it, but it always sits on top of this constant feeling that you’re not supposed to be here, that something is off, like when Pornhub autoplay shows you something you swear you never searched for but you still watch it. Kagetsu Mansion is exactly that kind of rabbit hole: massive creepy place, rich people vibe, way too many locked doors, and you just know every door is hiding some fucked up mix of grief, tits and rituals no sane person should be turned on by, but surprise, you kind of are.

The lewd stuff is a weird cocktail. You get this elegant hostess Sayuri who looks like the kind of milf that sends you polite LINE stickers but also absolutely chokes you out in a futon without messing up her hair. She plays polite, soft smile, perfect posture, then there is that one CG where she leans in too close to Akira and you see her eyes and you go, ok, she is not just horny, she is recruiting him. Body language is all ownership. Then Mizuki, the servant, total quiet type, textbook “I’m just here to serve tea” until the scene where she is on her knees on the tatami, kimono half open, pretending she is doing this for some sacred duty, but her cheeks are burning and she keeps glancing up like “please tell me I’m not just a tool” while still taking his cock down her throat because duty first, feelings later. That one hit different. And Momiji, the daughter, sits right in that uncomfortable zone where she flirts like she half understands how fucked the whole mansion is and half is just a lonely girl desperate for attention. There is this one moment where she clings to Akira’s arm in the hallway, boobs pressed tight, soft little embarrassed laugh, and you can almost hear the house breathing heavier. Good luck pretending that scene isn’t made to fry your brain a bit.

What I liked is how the sex scenes are never just “ok, panties off, CG, climax, next”. The mansion keeps bleeding into them. Like, Akira goes to sleep in the ruined version, wakes up in the thriving version, and suddenly he is buried in Yuki’s thighs again, but the camera lingers a second too long on the window behind them, and you catch a shadow that was not there before. He is banging his supposedly dead girlfriend, trying to convince himself this is salvation, while the game keeps dropping tiny little hints that this is more like a parasite feeding on his guilt and his dick at the same time. You get that mix of tender kissing, messy crying, and then straight up “I would fuck a god in chains if it meant I can have her back one more time”. It reminded me a bit of when you’re clicking through horny posts on X, then suddenly a disturbing horror clip pops up, but you still don’t close the app, you just scroll faster and pretend it’s fine. Same energy. Sex here feels good, looks hot, but it’s always one step away from you realizing the mansion is basically jacking you off emotionally while sharpening a knife behind your back. Kind of hot, kind of awful, kind of exactly what I wanted.

Your old man dies, drops this insane bomb on you about some demon sleeping under your skin, and then just leaves you with a house full of hot, very not-okay-to-touch women who still hug you like you’re the good boy of the family. That’s pretty much the mood here. You load in as this regular dude who suddenly starts feeling something ugly and hungry moving inside him, every time his mom bends over in the kitchen or his sister leans on him a bit too long. The game doesn’t pretend it’s wholesome, it doesn’t even try. It leans into that forbidden, awkward, “I really shouldn’t be thinking this but I am already hard” territory immediately, and keeps poking it. The tension is half family drama, half “how far can I push before everything breaks and I stop caring about their feelings at all.”

What I really liked is how the corruption doesn’t feel like a magic on/off switch. You’re not instantly some demon king with a harem of mindless dolls. At first you’re just a guy who stares too long at his mom’s tits and gets caught, or “accidentally” brushes his hand over his sister’s ass when you squeeze past her in a narrow hallway. Tiny shit, but the game treats those small moments as big. There’s this one scene where you’re helping your mom reach some stuff and your hand is on her waist, then the demon inside basically whispers “lower” and if you listen, your hand slides over that thick ass. She jumps, blushes, kind of scolds you, but you see that tiny crack where shame and curiosity mix. That one second hits harder than some full-on sex scenes in other games. And then later, when the corruption starts kicking, you can go back to similar moments and see how her reactions twist, little by little, from “don’t do that” to “don’t stop” and finally to “why didn’t you do more.”

The fantasy part sneaks in slowly. It’s not some orc gangbang or slime girl town right away; the real monster early on is you. The demon is more like a voice that doesn’t care about human morals, it just wants you to take what you want, and it gives you flashes of power to help with that. You get these choices that look innocent, like comforting your sister after a nightmare, and if you let the demon push, that comfort turns into groping under the blanket while she’s confused and scared but also aroused. It’s fucked up, but the game knows it’s fucked up and doesn’t cover it with fake romance lines. Later, actual monsters show up and honestly I kind of didn’t care, I wanted to keep messing with the family instead of chasing some tentacle beast in the forest. But the fantasy bits do let the corruption feel larger, like you’re part of something older and nastier than just one broken household. Also, the mom’s ass is huge in a way that almost breaks realism, and as a realism nerd I should hate it, but when the main guy finally just grabs both cheeks with both hands and uses the demon’s power to hold her in place while she whimpers into a pillow, I just stopped pretending I cared. I only wish the game didn’t try to pretend the protagonist still has a conscience after that, but it keeps giving him these half-guilty thoughts that don’t really match the shit he’s doing. It’s messy, horny, a bit all over the place, and that’s exactly why it works.

This one feels like the horny daydream you have on the train, when you stare out the window, pretend you’re a responsible adult, and then your brain instantly goes back to that one older woman who said “good morning” in a way that sounded a little too warm. The game just leans fully into that vibe. You’re this young guy, technically “early adulthood”, but honestly he feels like a kid playing at being grown up, wandering around his days while every second woman around him has that soft, dangerous, I‑could-ruin-your-life body. Thick hips, big ass that fills the frame, breasts that sit in those tight tops like they’re about to spill out the sides, not even pretending to be realistic. As a lingerie designer I was looking at half the outfits thinking, yeah, that bra would collapse in ten minutes, but also, I kind of want to make it in real life just to see someone try.

The story sticks to a school environment a lot, which is funny because most of the women absolutely don’t look like they belong in a school. They look like they belong in a perfume campaign, if the perfume was named “Bad Decisions”. You watch him move through corridors, classrooms, after-hours halls that are too empty and too quiet, and every interaction has this slow burn tease. There’s so much groping that pretends to be “accidental”, fingers brushing under a blouse when he’s “helping” with something, his hand staying on her waist for one heartbeat too long. A scene made me pause my browser and just stare: he’s behind this older woman in a pencil skirt, and the camera sits low, almost at thigh level, skirt hugging every curve, and he’s clearly trying not to stare but the shot just stays there, like the game is saying, no, you’re going to look. As underwear inspiration, that moment’s gold. You see exactly where the lace should stop on the thigh. You feel how tight the panties needs to be so it creates that small dip at the hip.

When it finally gets explicit it doesn’t pretend to be subtle. There’s oral where she sinks to her knees in this lazy, slow way, lips wet, lipstick slightly smudged like she’s been touching her mouth without noticing. They actually linger on the tongue sliding around the shaft instead of rushing to the end, and the lighting picks up the saliva in this glossy way that reminded me of lip gloss ads I save to my Pinterest. Then later you get vaginal scenes that feel like fantasies stacked on fantasies: big tits pressed against the desk, her moaning into her own arm while he pounds her from behind, ass jiggling so much it almost breaks the illusion of “serious story”. There’s a lot of masturbation too, mostly him, alone in his room, jerking it to memories of the day, and I loved that they didn’t always show a perfect angle. Sometimes it looks slightly awkward, like a real guy hunched over his phone watching a clip too close to the screen. My favorite detail: the lingerie on the women is totally wrong technically, but so horny in spirit. Thin straps biting into soft flesh, see-through cups that show nipple outline perfectly, panties riding high over the hipbones. Any real bra would fail, but here, it works, because it’s pure fantasy. The only thing that annoyed me is one of the outfits had this tiny ribbon bow placed in the weirdest spot on the panties and now it lives in my head and I hate it and I kind of want it. The story itself just goes in a straight line, no choices, no weird branching, like you’re stuck riding this one long, dirty daydream he’s having about growing up, except “growing up” here just means finding more ways to get his hands and mouth and cock on every soft, older body around him.