I'm still trying to figure out if the jank is intentional or if someone just slapped this together between faps. The whole premise is you're a "secret agent" pretending to be a journalist and your mission is to sabotage a Russian figure skater at the Olympics. Right. Because that's what spies do. Not nuclear codes or political assassinations, nah, make the ice princess faceplant during her triple axel. The letter at the start tells you what to do but honestly I skimmed it because who reads tutorials in porn games, and then spent ten minutes clicking random dialogue options wondering why nothing was happening.

The art is that specific flavor of hentai where anatomy is more of a suggestion. Boobs exist in a quantum state, simultaneously defying gravity and common sense. The skater's outfit is painted on so tight you can see her pulse, which I guess is the point. There's this one scene where you're "interviewing" her in the locker room and the dialogue tree is so broken I accidentally made her cry instead of whatever the horny path was supposed to be. Felt bad for like half a second. Then reloaded.

The thriller tag is doing some heavy lifting here. It's about as thrilling as watching figure skating on mute while your uncle explains tax law. But the absurdity of the whole thing, the deadpan delivery of this ridiculous spy plot, it loops back around to being almost charming. You know those games where the translation is so bad it becomes art? This isn't quite that. It's more like someone described a James Bond movie to an alien who then made a hentai game based on the description. The adventure elements are just clicking through static backgrounds and occasionally getting a CG reward that looks like it was drawn during an earthquake. I don't know why I kept playing. Maybe I wanted to see if the Russian skater actually fails. Maybe I'm the one being sabotaged.

Palacius is just standing there with his whole deal out and honestly I wasn't ready. The game doesn't bother with a fancy intro, it's like boom, here's this Greek athlete with thighs that could crush a watermelon and a smirk that says he knows exactly what you're looking at. The jewelry thing in the description made me laugh because sure, his "jewelry", that's what we're calling it now. The art has this rough sketchy quality, like someone drew it on a napkin after a really good dream, and somehow that makes it hotter than any polished 3D model.

Touching him is weirdly specific. You poke his arm and he flexes, poke his chest and he laughs, but try to go lower and he swats your cursor away with a "not yet, friend". The tease is real. I spent like ten minutes just clicking his abs because each time he'd say something different, sometimes in broken english that felt more real than if it was perfect. The dialog tree is short but the way he looks at you when you pick the flirty options, man. There's a moment where he stretches and his whole body just... does that thing. You know the thing. And the game lets you just watch. No timer, no penalty, just this digital man being unfairly hot while you contemplate your life choices.

The undressing is slow torture. First the laurel wreath comes off (why is that even an option), then the armband, then finally the tiny cloth that's doing a lot of work. When he's fully nude it's almost too much, like the artist went feral on the anatomy. Big cock is an understatment. It's ridiculus. The olympics theme is barely there, just some columns in the background and him talking about "training" which is clearly not about discus throwing. The yaoi energy is perfect, all lingering glances and charged silences. Wish there was more to do after he's naked though, it just kind of... stops. You can still touch but he just repeats the same line about being "ready for anything" which is a lie because nothing else happens. Still. That first playthrough when you don't know what's coming? Worth it for the moment he drops the towel and your brain just goes blank.