Fran looks like the kind of guy who apologizes to chairs when he bumps into them, which makes it even funnier when he ends up with his face buried between his teacher’s tits. The whole thing starts super small: boring school day, empty classroom, that one hot teacher who dresses “professional” but her blouse buttons are hanging on for dear life. Ruby is that redhead everyone pretends not to stare at, the one who leans over your desk and your brain forgets how math works. The story doesn’t rush to the sex right away, it kind of pokes at you, like “yeah, you know where this is going,” but still makes you wait a bit while the tension builds. It’s horny in a slow way at first, which I liked and also hated because I’m impatient as hell.

The fun part is that Ruby is not just some generic porn puppet. She goes from normal teacher mood to needy mess after those chocolates kick in, and it feels messy and hot instead of perfect. She’s trying to stay in control, pretending she’s fine, but her breathing gets weird, she keeps adjusting her bra, she “accidentally” presses those big boobs against Fran way too long. There’s a moment where she’s scolding him for being distracted, but her hand is already on his thigh, and you can see both of them realize they crossed that line. I had Firefox open with like 12 other tabs, but once she pulls him closer by the tie, everything else on my screen stopped existing. The oral stuff hits nice, because it’s not some pro pornstar skill, it’s a flustered teacher trying to stuff a horny student’s cock in her mouth without losing the last piece of her dignity. She fails, obviously. Saliva everywhere, mascara a bit ruined, the whole “I shouldn’t be doing this” vibe that somehow makes it worse in a good way. When he finally blows his load on her face, she looks shocked and turned on at the same time, like she just realized she loves the taste of her own mistake.

I’m a sucker for shit going wrong emotionally, and this has that tiny little heartbreak flavor under all the cum. Fran is shy and you can tell he’s half convinced this is some dream he’s going to wake up from, and Ruby keeps bouncing between “caring teacher” and “please fuck me right here on the desk.” There’s this bit during the titfuck where she presses his cock between her boobs, and for a second she gets this soft look, almost romantic, like she’s imagining something more than just a quick fuck in the classroom. Then she eggs him on, asking for his cum like a complete slut, and that tender moment just dies in her own dirty talk. It’s kind of sad, actually, in the middle of all that sticky mess. The teasing before each act is really the best part: her adjusting her glasses while her lips are still shiny from sucking him off, or the way she fixes her skirt after getting groped, as if that’s going to hide anything. I wish the aftermath was longer, like more awkward silence, more “what have we done” vibe. But it just isn’t, and it never will be, and somehow that fits. This is the kind of school fantasy where romance is real enough to hurt a little, but at the end you’re mostly staring at a redhead teacher covered in cum, thinking “yeah, I’d ruin my grades for that too.”

You start as this broke psychology student who basically speedruns failure: no job, no place to stay, no girl, just a suitcase of bad choices and a degree that does nothing. So you crawl back to your mom’s house, which would be depressing if your mom wasn’t a thick, soft, curvy nurse who looks like she escaped from a porn thumbnail by mistake. She’s caring, kind, always busy, and every time she bends over in those tight clothes you remember why Freud should not be taken lightly. Then there are the sisters. The older one is full goth attitude, stacked in the front, absurdly round in the back, with those long black nails that look like they could hurt in the nicest way. She acts like she hates you, like you’re trash under her boots, and of course that only makes it hotter when the game slowly lets you push into that hate, twist it, make it something else. The younger one is all pink and sugar and wide eyes, way too sweet for the filthy shit the game wants you to think about when she leans in close asking for help, her tiny boobs pressed against you, licking a lollipop like a hentai cliché that somehow still works.

The hook is the hypnotherapist. Mom introduces you to this local therapist friend, and because you studied psychology, you end up as her assistant. At first it feels kinda legit: you sit in her office, watch her work with clients, listen to them talk about their problems, see her drop them into trance, repeating phrases in that soft tone. Then after some sessions, something shifts. The game lets you notice how easy it is to steer their thoughts, how a simple suggestion can change behavior, unlock hidden kinks, or break resistance. There is a very particular moment where you’re left alone with one of the patients, she is half under already, and the UI just gives you the option to push deeper or be a good boy. That’s where the whole corruption thing really hits you. This is not just clicking through sex scenes. It’s deciding if you’re going to untie someone’s sense of self and rebuild it in your shape. The same tools that heal are used to turn your mom into your devoted slut, your goth sister into a mindbroken anal toy or a reluctant romantic, your sweet little sister into a creampie addicted doll who squirts on command, or something a bit less monstrous if you want. There is voyeurism everywhere: doors left half open, bathroom scenes where you watch them masturbate, late night sleep sex temptation, the option to slide your hand into panties while they breathe slow and helpless, or shove a toy inside them under hypnosis, teach them that “relaxing” means opening their mouth for deepthroat or spreading their big ass. The game does not blush about race either; there are ebony bodies, interracial setups, a harem angle where every woman in the house and outside slowly or suddenly or violently becomes yours, and if you like to play the male domination route, the writing really leans into calling them slaves, pets, obedient property that still somehow talk back and feel like people, not just dolls. It’s dirty, kind of morally fucked, sometimes oddly romantic, sometimes just pure filth, like when you force a titfuck session in the clinic office between appointments, or when a character you cared about is kneeling, dripping with cum, thanking you for controlling her mind. I kept thinking about whether consent that is created by hypnosis is any consent at all, and then the game would throw another creamy anal scene or a squirt-soaked blowjob at me and my brain went quiet. That conflict between ethics class and porn brain is basically the whole experience.

Emily looks like that girl you had in your class who pretended she had her life together while secretly scrolling Pornhub in Chrome incognito during boring lectures. The game just makes it official and lets you poke around in every bad decision she could make. You’re following this 22-year-old in a regular school setting, but it doesn’t stay regular for long. One moment she’s trying to be a decent student, next moment she’s on her knees in a locked classroom, hoping nobody tries the door while she’s tasting her professor. It’s that kind of story where you keep telling yourself “I’ll keep her pure this run” and ten clicks later she’s doing webcamming for “study money” with a vibrator in her ass and that stupid ahegao face that looks ridiculous and somehow still hot. The structure is simple on the surface, but it feels like Tinder and OnlyFans and blackmail porn all got thrown into a Ren’Py blender and someone forgot to put the lid on.

There’s this nice tension between “romance route” and “total corruption” that sounds boring on paper but actually messes with your brain when you play. You can have Emily in a soft, almost wholesome relationship, where she blushes when her older boyfriend kisses her neck and she masturbates quietly under her blanket with her phone on silent, trying not to wake her roommate. Or you just go full chaos and let her slide into prostitution, where a random older guy uses her like a toy in the back of his car and she’s half ashamed, half thrilled that he doesn’t even ask her name. The game loves to mix male domination and female domination too, which is fun. One route she’s being blackmailed by a bully who has some compromising pics and makes her strip in the school restroom while his phone is recording. Another route, she has some dirt on a strict teacher and suddenly she’s the one slowly unzipping his pants while he begs her not to leak anything. The voyeurism moments are weirdly specific. Like, there’s a scene where she “accidentally” leaves her curtains open and pretends she doesn’t know the neighbor is watching her ride a dildo on her chair. It feels like those shady Twitter clips you watch on your phone in the bathroom at work when you should check Slack instead.

The best part is that none of this is clean. In Netflix language this would be called a “coming-of-age romance” but in here it’s more “coming-on-desk, coming-in-mouth, coming-on-camera”. Some runs you push her into interracial gangbang stuff that escalates really fast. It starts with her giving one guy a lazy blowjob behind the gym, then you blink and she’s surrounded by three dudes who just pass her around while she drools and moans and the text describes how her body is getting more used to it each time. Other times the game slows down and just lets you sit with her while she fingers herself in the shower, thinking about whether she should cheat on her current lover with that hot DILF who keeps flirting. There are actually multiple endings, but you only feel that when you hit a really dark netorare route and suddenly Emily is smiling while someone else is fucking her in front of the man who actually loves her. Of course on my first run I told myself I’d avoid that and still ended up watching her grind on another guy’s lap while her “boyfriend” just stands there, helpless. That route is kind of mean in a good way. On the other side, if you play it slow, you can keep her closer to a “good girl” and she still strips for money in a private club, just with nicer lighting and a bit more romance before the oral and vaginal stuff happens. The visual style is very 2dcg VN-ish, nothing crazy, but the way they show faces during orgasms is oddly specific. Some of her ahegao looks more like she just sneezed and forgot how to breathe, but other times they really nail that “I lost track of my dignity and I don’t care” expression. I do wish the game had one absurd route where she quits everything and joins a monastery, but yeah, that will not happen here.

Chaos, broken worlds, sexy anime sisters and some moody light versus darkness stuff, that is basically the whole mood here. You start as this guy who somehow controls both darkness and light, which sounds epic, but in practice you just click through his inner monologue while he constantly wavers between “I must save everything” and “her thighs look really soft actually.” The game throws you straight into a universe that is already ruined because of Rin, and I kind of like that they don’t baby you with long tutorials. One moment you are staring at floating ruins and glowing cracks in the sky, next moment there is a half-dressed demon girl pressing her chest against you, asking about the fate of all worlds like you are in a horny philosophy class. The tone jumps from tragic to horny to goofy so fast that my brain lagged harder than my Chrome with 40 tabs open.

The big thing is the sisters. They just appear, zero warning, like a Windows popup you actually want to click. Each one has this whole “I am your family but also we might totally make out while reality collapses” vibe. I know it is wrong, the game knows it is wrong, and it still leans into it full force. You get slow, teasing animations where a sister leans in too close when she talks about the “thread of worlds,” the camera suddenly decides her cleavage is the main lore, and the music pretends this is a pure romance scene while her panties are already on screen. Had this funny moment where Lucifer walks in like the big boss villain, gives this grand speech about burning down the last world, and my brain is not listening at all because I am still stuck thinking about how the last CG showed that tiny lipstick smudge on the MC’s collar from his own sister. The game does that a lot, it throws a serious plot beat, then undercuts it with something horny as hell, and somehow it works, except when it doesn’t, and you just kinda click through like “yeah yeah, fate of universes, show me the next bedroom argument.”

Story choices pretend to be deep, but honestly most of the time I am just picking if I want “gently corrupt her” or “let her corrupt me” while some Inquisition chick in tight armor screams about sin in the background. There is romance, sure, but it feels more like a long, messy drunk text thread with the cosmos itself, where every reply is either emotional trauma or someone grinding on your lap in a ruined cathedral. Sometimes the pacing goes completely off the rails: you get this long scene about how the MC almost loses control of both his light power and his dark power, his hands are shaking over a dying world, then the next click is him waking up with two sisters tangled around him on a bed, clothes halfway off, like it is the most normal thing ever. I laughed, then I was turned on, then I was annoyed, then I clicked “save” so fast you would think I was backing up my thesis. This is the kind of visual novel where you come for the sexy anime chaos, stay for the messy relationships, and accidentally care about the damn worlds being destroyed while somebody is grinding on you in a pool of black and white magic light.

This one feels like reading some horny group chat you were never meant to see, but with actual choices that bite you in the ass later. You play as this guy who thinks his life is pretty solid: decent job, comfy routine, hot girlfriend with a serious ass that makes you scroll back in the gallery every time. At first it is all cute messages on the phone, flirty selfies, dumb jokes, that normal relationship laziness where you know you should talk about stuff but you just end up sending memes instead. Then the tone shifts so slowly you almost miss it. A notification pops up at a weird time. There is a cropped pic that feels just a bit too polished. Her smile on the new CG looks the same, but the eyes are not on you anymore. That is when the game starts to pull you in.

The whole thing is built around the phone. Chats, calls, photos, little “typing…” moments where you stare at the screen and think, ok, do I send the jealous message or play cool? It does not explain anything, it just throws you in like you already live in this guy’s skin. Sometimes you are swiping through her pics and that ass is so front and center you forget there is drama. Then you see a tiny detail, like a reflection in a window or a second glass on the table in the background, and suddenly that same pic feels dirty in a different way. There is a really nasty joy when you choose the “wrong” answer and watch the trust meter quietly drop while the scene is one of the sexiest in the game. It hits that awful NTR kink where you want to stop it and at the same time you lean closer to the screen. Romantic scenes are not just filler either. You get actual “I care about you” moments, slow kissing, her bouncing on you, whispering things that sound so honest that when the betrayal hits you almost feel stupid for getting hard at it. At one point I was mid-fap and paused just to scroll back in the chat log to check a line, which feels very on brand for me, but still. There is one CG where she is riding you, phone in her hand behind your head, and if you pay attention to the notification light, you will hate yourself for enjoying it. The pacing sometimes drags like waiting for a reply on WhatsApp when you already saw the “online” status, and a couple of routes feel like they are just there to show more skin without moving the drama, but the tension between “loving girlfriend” and “maybe cheating slut” stays sharp. It is romance and betrayal glued so close together you cannot tell where the sweet part ends and the ugly part starts.

Guy wakes up naked in a crater, zero memory, dick half hard, sky looking like it just came out of some cheap fantasy wallpaper pack. That is literally your starting point. No big prophecy dump, no long intro, just this dude staggering around trying to figure out who he is while everything around him is ridiculously horny in that “ok this world has problems” way. Within like fifteen minutes he’s already tangled in family drama that might be family drama, depending how you read the hints, and the game just sorta shrugs and goes “yeah, that’s normal here.” It pretends to be a wholesome romance journey for about three scenes, then suddenly you’re watching a milf with huge tits change clothes through a crack in the wall and the voyeurism counter in my brain goes “ok, route flag set.” I kept a stupid spreadsheet in Google Sheets tracking when each character first shows nipple, first blowjob, first anal, all that. It got messy very fast. In a good way. Mostly.

What I liked is how the “dating sim” part is actually kind of a scam. You think you’re just picking who to be nice to, but half of those “be kind” choices quietly feed corruption or NTR flags and the game is smirking at you the whole time. I had one run where I played the male protag as a pure romantic idiot, always choosing the caring option, and somehow that led to the softest, most loving sleep sex scene that still felt wrong as hell, because she very clearly did not give consent in that moment. And then two scenes later, same girl, she’s getting blackmailed into sucking some other guy off while you watch from behind some rocks, big animated loop, cum physics and all, and if you picked the slightly more possessive answers before, you actually get an option to keep watching instead of stopping it. I hit “watch” just to see what the flag does. My notes literally say “NTR B1 variant: MC hard, does nothing, 37% more dialogue” like I’m doing science on my own shame. The anal content ramps up slower than you’d expect for something this trashy, by the way, but when it hits, it chains with toys, cosplay, and exhibitionism all at once in one stupidly long scene where she’s got cat ears, a plug tail, and you’re fucking her against a window while some knight patrol is passing under. You can see them in the corner of the screen. Nobody cares. Footjobs are weirdly frequent, handjobs are kind of an afterthought, oral is everywhere, and there’s this one milf route where she “teaches” you BDSM with silk rope and then quietly escalates to choking like she just skipped three tutorials. I still don’t know how I feel about the incest angle, because the game lets you live in that vague space for a long time before it actually commits, and by then you’ve already seen her masturbate while moaning your name in that weird half-animated loop it uses for repeatable scenes. Also, the cheating routes sometimes overlap with the romance routes in a way that made my stats sheet look like a conspiracy board on Reddit, threads everywhere, some scenes locked behind “be a decent guy here, then be a complete asshole two conversations later.” I tried to optimize for “maximum NTR per run” and ended up accidentally unlocking the softest wholesome cuddle animation in the whole game. No idea how the hell that probability works.

You wake up in this game as the mafia prince who absolutely did not earn any of his power, and it shows. One minute you’re cruising through life with money, guns, and a crazy hot bodyguard in tight combat gear, next moment everything is on fire and you’re crawling through sand with a dry mouth and a hard dick. The whole thing sticks you right inside his head, so every scene is like you’re looking out of your own eyes, watching bullets fly past your face while you’re also trying not to stare at Natalya’s ass bouncing in front of you. She’s supposed to be protecting you, but half the time you’re just thinking “please pin me to that rock and use me like a toy.” That kind of game. The mood jumps from “shit, I might die” to “shit, I might cum” without any warning at all, and weirdly that fits the story. People are hunting you, you’re running, hiding behind burned cars, your clothes dirty, she’s yelling orders at you like some mad sergeant, and then when you’re finally somewhere safe, she starts talking soft but still treating you like property.

The sex doesn’t happen in some fantasy bubble either. It grows out of bad decisions, fear, and that messed up rush when you almost die. I had one scene where we were holed up in an abandoned desert house, low on ammo, guys circling somewhere outside. The MC is shaking, and she just pushes him against the wall, grabs his throat and tells him to “focus” while her hand is already inside his pants. You see her face way too close, sweat, dirt on her cheek, her eyes still scanning the window while she jerks you off. It’s not romantic, it’s angry, desperate, and somehow it turns into this rough blowjob with her knees on the dusty floor and his fingers tangled in her short hair. She spits on it, looks up with that “shut up and cum” stare, and yeah, that broke me. Then the game suddenly throws you into another tense bit where you’re supposed to care about who betrayed your father. Honestly I forgot, I just wanted more of her. There’s scoring moments where you try to make the right call under pressure, like choosing if you shoot first or try to talk, or if you follow her plan or act like the big boss boy, and your choices sometimes open scenes with other women on the road, like a scared bartender hiding her tattoos under a uniform, or a girl connected to some rival family who wants to use your dick and your name at the same time. None of it feels safe. Even the “romance” has knives hidden inside it, like they could kiss you and then sell you out right after.

What surprised me is that the game doesn’t treat you like some god of seduction. You screw up, you panic, you pick cowardly options because you don’t want another shootout, and women notice. Natalya mocks you if you play too soft, calls you out for hesitating, then later rides you with her hand pressing your chest down, whispering that you’re useless without her. It’s filthy as hell, but it hits that fantasy where you’re important because of your bloodline and still completely under her heel. At the same time, there are sweeter pockets that almost feel wrong in this world, like sharing a cigarette behind a crumbling motel, her sitting on the hood, legs spread just enough for your eyes to wander, talking quietly about the old days with your father, then dragging your head between her thighs and using you to forget. The game throws these scenes at you between gunshots and desert sunsets, and it doesn’t really ask if you want to be a good man or not. It just keeps pushing: survive, fuck, maybe fall in love, probably get betrayed. You click, you read, you pick who to trust, you pick who to bend over the nearest table, and half the time you’re not sure if the next kiss will come with a bullet. That’s what kept me going: that feeling that every orgasm could be the last one before everything goes to hell again.

A bunch of sweet, horny witches mess up a ritual, pull a smug demon straight out of hell, and somehow the biggest danger in the room is a microwave that hates everyone. That’s kind of the vibe here. You’re this demon guy, showing up in their cozy little coven house, and instead of chains and fire you get soft couches, hot tea, and girls who can literally set your balls on fire if you talk back too much. They’re cute, they’re chaotic, half of them clearly never had a proper sex talk, and suddenly you’re the supernatural roommate who has to decide if you’re going to behave, corrupt the whole place, or pretend you’re civilized while staring at their tits whenever they bend over. It feels a bit like when I hide in the bathroom with my phone, saying I’m “checking email”, and actually I’m watching a demon get a handjob from a witch who still has flour on her ass because she was baking cookies one minute before.

The fun part is how much the game lets you poke at the tone. You can lean into being a pervy bastard, grab the dominant role, pull hair, spank, make them kneel, creampie the smug one while she’s still trying to finish her spell and suddenly can’t remember the words because she’s too full. Or you act all polite and let the girls climb on top, ride your face, tie your wrists, make you “their” demon. There’s this scene where one of them pretends she’s just “checking your aura” and her hand just slides slower and slower over your crotch, and you have that classic choice: do you let her tease you until you’re shaking, or snap and flip her onto the table, panties around her ankle like some porn ad on xHamster. The game throws in group stuff too, like you walk into the wrong room, everybody half naked “practicing a ritual”, and suddenly you’re pushed down, one girl shoving her tits in your face, another grinding her big ass on your lap, somebody else watching from the door pretending she’s not touching herself. A lot of the sex is optional, but honestly I kept clicking the dirtiest answer like a raccoon going for shiny things. And yeah, it has that slow “romance” side too, where you talk feelings, touch her hand, then ten minutes later you’re fucking her against a wall while she screams your name and forgets whatever “rules of the coven” she was lecturing you about earlier. I’m still annoyed by one tiny thing: there is this magic effect in one scene that looks like a cheap screen saver, and now I see it in my head every time someone moans. I’ll probably keep playing anyway, between washing dishes and pretending to check WhatsApp.

You come back to this shitty little hometown expecting nostalgia and cheap beer, and instead it feels like everyone else got older and hotter while you just got more lost. The game throws you right into that mood. No big hero moment, no tutorial pop-up trying to teach you how to click. You just walk those familiar streets that somehow look smaller and meaner, scrolling past people who either pretend not to know you or stare like you owe them an apology. It feels a bit like opening your old Facebook and seeing faces you half remember, except now half of them are fuckable and the other half want to fuck you up.

What I liked most is that it really lets you be passive if you want, which I did. I skipped every fight and every time the story tried to pull me into gang stuff I just picked the calm option, the “nah, I’m good” line. Funny thing is, this actually works. People react to you being soft. One guy clearly wants you to help intimidate someone and you just refuse, and he treats you as weak later, but then his sister kind of appreciates that you are not beating people for fun. Or maybe I am reading too much into it. But there is that feeling that the words you pick stay stuck on your skin. You say something flirty to a girl at the bar and ten minutes later she throws it back at you, like “oh, I thought you were more honest than that.” It stings a bit, then the next scene she leans closer, and that tight top does all the talking while she pretends she is not teasing you on purpose.

The lewd side is actually slower than I expected, in a good and bad way. Some scenes really make you wait. You are in her bedroom, sitting on the edge of that cheap little bed, she is pretending to look for something in the drawer, ass high, shorts almost riding up to her waist, and the game just lets it sit there. She glances back, catches you staring, and the only choice you get is whether you admit it or lie. No sudden sex scene, just this frustrating, horny silence. When it finally goes further with some characters, it feels earned. Clothes sliding off in soft light, close-up on her lips parting as she guides your hand under her shirt, her breathing getting faster while she tells you to “be slow, idiot, my roommate is home.” But other times it is like the game is blueballing you on purpose, cutting away right when her hand starts moving inside your pants. There is one shower scene where you can see everything, water rolling down her stomach, small drip on the tip of her nipple, she turns to you and the camera is right there between her thighs, and then a noise in the hallway interrupts and poof, scene over. I hated it. I loved it. No idea.

It is not really a “porn and nothing else” thing though. Sometimes it just wants you to sit with people and listen. A girl you used to know from school talks about how shit the town has become while she absentmindedly plays with the straw in her drink, making this small wet sucking sound that feels way too sexual for the scene. You are just chatting about boring stuff, then suddenly there is this tiny detail that reminds you your brain is dirty. Another time a guy mentions the gangs and you can either ask more or just change topic to his ex, which I did, and then I got stuck in this mellow conversation about breakups that had zero payoff and no sex at all. I kept expecting the game to throw me back into something big and dramatic, but it just let me wander. I complained out loud when a scene ended on a text message that never got answered. Then I forgot I was even annoyed because the next girl on screen smiled at me in this tired, horny way and my brain just went blank.

The graphics are clean but not too plastic. You can see small stuff, like a faint tan line on her ass, little scar on a guy’s eyebrow, veins on your own hand when you hover too long over a bolder dialogue choice. Bodies look warm, skin has those soft shadows in the right places. Breasts actually move when she shifts on your lap instead of just poking out like fixed balloons. One of the best bits is when you wake up in a tiny old room, morning light cutting across the bed, and there is a girl on your chest, fully dressed but all tangled with you, her leg pressed between your thighs so your dick is basically hugging her. Nothing “officially” lewd happens, but you can smell it. You can choose to wake her gently, push her off, or just stay there and see if she grinds on you in her sleep. Spoiler: she does, a little, and the game lets the scene breathe instead of jumping to some corny sex montage. I wish more of it was like that, but it will not be. It keeps jumping between intimate and rough like it is changing channels. Sometimes I wonder if the writer is horny, sad, or just bored. Probably all three.

In the background there is this whole murky situation going on with gangs and tension in the streets and all that, but for me it mostly stayed as noise. I picked every option that avoided a fight, said sorry when I did not mean it, walked away from a guy who clearly wanted to drag me into something ugly. The game let me. It did not force me to be some tough guy. I liked that a lot, even when it made me feel like a bit of a coward. Once, I walked away from a shady alley scene and later met the same character again, bloody lip and angry eyes, and he basically told me I was useless. That stung more than any punch would have. I went back to flirting with the bartender after that, just to feel better. She wore this tight black top that hugged her tits so hard you could almost see the shape of her nipples when she leaned over the counter. She kept pretending that she did not notice me looking. She did. Everyone does in this game. They all act like sex is some secret, but their clothes, their eyes, their little smirks say the opposite.

Sometimes the choices feel deep. Other times you just click whatever because you are staring at the curve of someone’s hip and not reading the text. There was one line where I called a girl “cute” instead of “hot” and it completely changed the vibe. She blushed, then started teasing me more, touching her lower lip while asking if I always talk like that to women. Later, when things got heavier, she held my hand and guided it under her skirt instead of just jumping on my cock. I got this sense that the game was rewarding me for being soft and annoying at the same time. But then another scene with another girl felt like it did not care what I picked. She spread her legs, pulled my face between her thighs, and the only choice was basically “do you enjoy this a lot or a whole lot.” I mean, sure, I did, her pussy glistening in the low light, her fingers gripping my hair while she rocked against my tongue, moaning my name like she had been waiting years for this, but still, it felt a bit cheap after how careful other scenes were with the teasing.

I kept thinking I wanted more control, then when I got more control I wanted the game to just take over and fuck me sideways. That is probably my problem, not the game’s. Whatever. It sticks in my head anyway. Not the big plot, not the gang crap. Just the way one girl laughed with her whole body when I chose the dorky answer instead of the sexy one, or the way my heart actually sped up when a text from an old crush popped up, asking if I was “finally brave enough to come over.” And yeah, she was half naked when I did. Lacy panties, oversized shirt, bare legs tucked under her on the couch, like she just threw it on and forgot about the rest. The conversation was somehow more erotic than the sex, which is a weird thing to say for a porn game, but that is how it felt. Maybe tomorrow I will remember different scenes. Or I will forget half of it and just remember one specific ass in a too-tight skirt, walking away from me, never giving me what I wanted. That feels about right for this town.