Museum brain turns on the moment the title screen shows that shiny protogen face. It feels like walking into a small side room of a big gallery, where the main exhibition is saving the universe and the curator secretly hung all the porn in the back. This is the third piece in the series, you feel it right away, like coming back to a lover you already fucked twice and now you finally talk about your feelings while still reaching for lube. Story just goes forward, no choices, no fake paths, just you and Juno chasing that bastard who almost killed her. I like that, honestly. It feels like watching a horny sci fi movie where you are stuck in the front row, neck hurting, but you stay because the protogen girl is hot and way too earnest. The sex here grows out of the scenes, not like “ok now it is sex segment 3B” but more “we almost died, I need to feel you inside me in three different places right now or I will lose my mind.” Then there you are, pushed into her, cock sliding between her breasts while she guides you in her pussy and something buzzing in her ass, and suddenly you forget you were supposed to be worried about the villain at all.

What surprised me, a little, is the way they mix soft romance with completely filthy setups. Juno blushes, trembles, talks about trust, then two lines later she is begging to be stuffed full, anal and vaginal at once, toys humming, her body wired like half lab equipment, half lover. That contrast works, until it doesn’t, because once or twice it jumps from “we’re discussing my trauma” to “fill my ass” so fast I almost laughed. Not in a bad way, like watching Mass Effect romance written by someone who spent too much time on e621. Some scenes really stay in the head: the quiet moment in a sterile sci fi room where she sits in your lap, kissing slow, letting you rub her chest, then suddenly she pushes you down and presses your cock between her tits, stroking them around you while her tail and some little gadget tease your balls. Another one where she wants you deep in her ass while a toy keeps her pussy dripping and she clenches down so hard you feel like the gamepad should vibrate, even if you are just clicking a mouse. It feels dirty and tender at same time, which is nice, except the pace sometimes sprints like it snorted a line of space dust. You get a really strong emotional reveal and you think “ah, ok, this is the big truth about Juno” and then literally the next CG you are spilling a creampie inside her, white leaking out, while she smiles like “yes, this is character development.” I complain, but I also saved a specific scene on my phone like some teenager, so what do I know.

The whole thing has that kinetic flow where you’re dragged along, no branching, just scenes that try to build on each other, sex escalating each time, more intimacy, more holes, more trust. There is a comfort in that, especially if you came from Twitter or Discord with your brain fried and only want one line to follow. Some of the transitions feel a bit rushed, like the game is slightly scared you might alt tab to Pornhub if it lets you breathe for too long. I sometimes wished for one long quiet talk with no dick involved, then immediately got bored when they tried something like that. Also, tiny stupid detail, but the way one of the sound effects pops in during a toy scene scratched my brain in the wrong way and now I keep thinking about it. The sci fi side is cute: ships, tech, weird power, a sense that there is a whole universe outside this little romance, even if the camera mostly stays on Juno’s curves and the way her body reacts when you push in all the way. By the time you are filling her pussy and watching your cum drip out while she trembles and clings to you, the “save the world” plot feels more like an excuse for you two to say “we might die tomorrow, fuck me harder today.” It is not subtle. It is not trying to be. It feels like a final gallery room at the end of a long corridor, full of explicit paintings of the same muse in different positions, all telling one story: we loved, we hurt, we fucked, we tried to stop a monster, and maybe the real supernova was the creampie we made along the way.

This thing feels like someone took Prototype, deleted all the fake tragic backstory, then said “ok but what if the goo suit just wanted to fuck everything that moves.” You’re this dude who basically wakes up with an alien symbiote living under his skin, and instead of turning you into a dark brooding antihero, it’s like: “hey, that woman has huge tits, let’s see what happens if we plug into her nervous system and make her horny out of nowhere.” The story pretends to be about sci‑fi conspiracies and monster experiments and superpowers, but every second line of dialogue is low-key flirting or outright dirty talk, and half of it sounds like it was translated in Google Translate then massaged by someone who reads too much AO3. As a linguist I kinda loved that. Whole scenes where the alien struggles with idioms and it turns into accidental innuendo. “I will fill this gap in your social circle” is a thing it says at one point. The girl thinks he means her pussy. Honestly, same.

The sandbox structure is where the pervy linguistics really shows. You’re wandering around the city, picking who to corrupt, who to romance, and who to just use as living fleshlight, and the writing flips tones so fast it feels almost broken, but in a good way. One moment you have almost sweet romance with a shy cosplayer MILF who’s into goofy superhero outfits, the next the symbiote casually suggests testing anal elasticity “for combat purposes” like that is a normal tactical note. Choices usually boil down to “play it nice, tease her slowly, build tension” or “let the alien push and melt her brain with tentacles and mental corruption right away.” Sometimes both paths land in the same creampie scene anyway, just with different dirty talk, and yeah that sounds lazy, but then you catch this tiny variation in how she calls you “master” or how she hesitates before going full exhibitionist on a rooftop, and it hits different. The game clearly knows its own trashiness and kinda rolls in it. There is this one route where you basically grow a living sex toy out of your arm, and the script keeps dancing around how to name it. “Extension,” “organ,” “auxiliary probe,” never just “dick.” As if the alien learned English from PubMed abstracts and Pornhub comments at the same time.

Combat and management parts exist, sure, but they feel like foreplay for the next porn scene rather than real systems. You level up “tendrils” and “control” and “density,” and every upgrade is secretly just code for new ways to fuck: more tentacles to bind a monster girl, more control to edge a cheating wife until she begs, more density so the MC can pull off these ridiculous big ass pounding animations without snapping in half. The corruption angle is messy as hell. Sometimes it is hot, a slow slide where the girl starts with normal blows and handjobs, then slowly asks you to use the alien on her, ends up screaming for anal while the symbiote records her reactions like some creepy sex scientist. Other times it jumps from “I don’t know you” to “yes please tentacle gangbang me in the alley where people can see” in one click, and the game doesn’t even try to justify it. I wish they gave one or two heroines less brain-melting and more actual romance, but then I catch myself replaying the same scene where the alien puppets your body and forces you to watch in your own head while it uses her throat like a toy, and I realize I’m not here for emotional nuance. Also the facial animation sometimes clips weird, like her saying this very serious line about how she “belongs to the hive now” while her mouth clearly shapes something closer to “fuck my throat,” which is either a bug or an inside joke. Hard to tell. Either way, you get a horny alien, a city full of big tits and big asses, and this strange shifting tone between goofy sci‑fi, half-baked romance, and unapologetic monster porn that just keeps poking at your brain like the symbiote itself.

You’re not some heroic space marine here, you’re basically HR for a mega-porn company in the near future, and your “job interview” is to talk girls into uploading their whole mind into a permanent fucktoy version of themselves. The tech in the story can rip every memory, every kink, every dirty daydream, put it in a digital body that never ages and never says “I’m tired”, and you’re the guy holding the clipboard asking if they’re sure. On paper it sounds kind of clinical, but the way it plays out is pure horny brain rot. You’re clicking through questions, trying to read their reactions, and the girls react to you with these thirsty little voiced gasps or annoyed sighs when you push too hard. It feels less like a menu and more like you’re poking at a real person who really doesn’t want to admit how much she loves getting her ass grabbed in public or how often she cheated on her last guy. The AI images sell it more than I expected: one second she’s this classy milf in a business suit with a big ass barely fitting in the chair, next second the pose shifts, jacket open, tits out, eyes a little more “fuck it, upload me and use me”. It’s not subtle.

What got me was how much the game leans on teasing. You don’t just click “corrupt” and boom, she’s a cumdump. You start with pretty normal interview stuff, then you notice certain answers open up nastier branches. Ask her about her last relationship and suddenly you have a quiet little option like “press on cheating” and if you hit that, she starts fidgeting, looking away, voice getting shaky while the CG changes and her cleavage is more exposed for no real reason. And of course you hit “keep pressing”, because why not, and she ends up confessing that yeah, she was fucking her boss in the back room while her boyfriend was texting her. You can go honest and “supportive”, or you can nudge her into basically admitting she liked being a secret slut. The game tracks that stuff, so after a few replays you start chasing specific outcomes: like, what if I always pretend to “understand” her, but also encourage her worst ideas, can I get her to sign herself away as a willing sex AI? Or what if I’m a dick and call out all her lies, does she snap or does she break and beg you to upload her so she doesn’t have to feel guilty again? There’s no combat, no walking around, just a lot of reading and clicking, but the voiced reactions and animations kick in at the right time, like when a prim sci-fi lab setting suddenly feels like a casting couch and she gives that half-choked moan after a risky question. Pornhub could never.

I started memorizing some of the lines without meaning to. There’s this one milf who keeps insisting she’s “doing it for stability” and every route you push, it becomes more obvious she’s just horny and wants to live forever in a body with insane tits and a perfect ass. She does this tiny laugh when you point out contradictions in her story, like “you’re very observant, aren’t you?” and the tone flips from irritated to turned on. The corruption is more in her mind than the visuals at first, and that honestly hits harder than just slapping another nude pose. By the fourth run, you know which answer will bring out her dirtiest secret questions, like the hidden menu of “deep” stuff they won’t ask on the first casual play. I kinda hated that some of the spicier branches are locked behind earlier choices, because it means you’re replaying the same tame lines again before you see the truly fucked up confessions, but whatever, that’s also why I ended up knowing the lines by heart. I had a weird moment where I was alt-tabbing between this, Telegram, and a work Slack window, trying to keep a straight face while the on-screen girl is telling me she wants her uploaded self to remember exactly how her step-boss used her mouth in the office. The whole sci-fi angle is cool, but after a while you completely forget about “ethics of digitizing consciousness” and it turns into “how far can I push this woman until she signs away her humanity for eternal, scripted orgasms”. If you want to squeeze every filthy question out of it, lean hard into replay, don’t be afraid to act like the nicest guy in one run and a manipulative bastard in the next. The game absolutely notices, and the girls stop sounding like generic porn bots and more like real women who are one bad decision away from becoming your private, obedient upload.

You play this dorky smart guy who can build crazy tech but still somehow can't get laid, which is honestly the most believable sci‑fi in the whole game. The world is half normal apartment drama, half “what if your porn folder became a laboratory project,” and it leans hard into the second part. Your gadget, the Dream Viewer, starts as a cute idea to replay memories and wet dreams, and then it quickly turns into “ok what if I rewound that blowjob and changed who was on her knees,” or “what if I splice the memory of my lab assistant yelling at me with the memory of her riding me on the sofa.” The game never pretends this is healthy. It just lets you go there, then pokes you in the ribs after. One moment you're tweaking sliders to sharpen a fuzzy memory of a girl in tight yoga pants, next moment you're sitting in your cramped room talking about ethics while still staring at her tits. I liked that. I hated that. Whatever.

The hot stuff is not just there as decoration. You literally build scenes. First time I realized I could overwrite a harmless memory of coffee with a full-on public handjob, I just stopped clicking for a second and thought, “yeah, this is definitely illegal in at least 10 countries.” Then I clicked anyway. The animations are slow and a bit too pretty sometimes, like porn that thinks it's a Netflix show, but then you get a good angle of her grinding on you, sweat on her back, nails digging in your shoulders, and you forget to complain. Until the next scene where the looping moan is slightly off beat and suddenly it sounds like she's reacting to Spotify ads. Speaking of that, I had Spotify open once and the sad indie track lined up with this brutal scene where you lie to a woman while literally fucking her edited memories. That hit weirdly hard. The game keeps doing that, mixing very sweet “I actually like her” moments with you using her dreams as your personal sandbox, and half the time I couldn't decide if my dick or my conscience is winning. It doesn't punish you enough for some of the creepier choices either, which I sort of wanted, but also I didn't, because the bad routes are hot as hell. The story tries to go big sci‑fi about power and identity and all that, and then you spend five minutes adjusting cumshot timing like you're editing a TikTok. It's stupid. It's clever. I keep thinking about that scene where you replay a kiss ten times in a row, changing only a tiny detail each time, until the girl in the memory starts to feel more real than the girl actually standing there. That got under my skin way more than the threesome in the lab chair, which by the way is still stuck in my head for, uh, different reasons.

This thing is basically “what if Han Solo was a shameless asshole who only hunts evil MILFs and monster chicks” and then somebody actually made a horny game out of it. Story is simple as hell on paper: you’re a space bounty hunter, chasing down dangerous women across weird planets and stations, getting paid, getting laid, occasionally getting your face sat on by something with horns and glowing eyes. It sounds stupid, and it kind of is, but in that late-night Pornhub-on-a-second-monitor while you half scroll Twitter way. The tone jumps from trashy space opera to straight-up porn setup in about two clicks. One minute you’re arguing with some high elf crime boss about a smuggling route, next scene she’s on her knees in some neon-lit cargo bay, ears twitching while you make her “apologize” with her mouth.

What I like is that the game doesn’t pretend the protagonist is some deep, tortured soul. He’s a walking cock with a blaster who talks too much. Total male-dom vibe, but not in the fake nice way. You’re in control most of the time: pushing a milf officer up against a window, deciding if you finish inside her to “send a message” or pull out just to piss her off; pinning a four-armed alien girl on the lab table while the AI in the room casually throws one-liners in the background. And yeah, there’s an actual AI in the ship that generates different CG variations as you go, which weirdly fits the sci-fi thing instead of feeling like some cheap filter. Faces change from smug to totally wrecked, little details like smeared lipstick after a rushed blowjob in a maintenance shaft, the wet shine when you finally creampie that smug space witch who spent three scenes mocking you. It’s all kinda messy in a good way. The comedy hits and misses though. Some of the “haha, you fucked the monster girl” jokes feel like they were written on Discord in five minutes, and there’s one line about “galactic tax forms” I still hate for no real reason. I keep thinking about it and it annoys me every single time I replay that path, but I never skip it either.

The fantasy and sci-fi blend is where it gets weirdly fun. One bounty has you tracking a milf sorceress who somehow lives on a high-tech station but still uses magic runes, like someone threw Skyrim and Mass Effect in one blender and forgot to put the lid on. You chase her through dark corridors, she keeps teleporting away, and when you finally corner her in some ritual chamber, she tries to curse you with this glowing circle on the floor. You just step in, walk through it like “nope,” and grab her by the throat. That moment where the game lets you choose between making her stroke you off slowly with magic restraints or going straight for raw vaginal sex while the runes flicker out, that’s peak “this is so dumb, I love it.” Same thing with the monster girls. There’s a spider-type milf that freaked me out at first, but then the CG zooms in on her human half while she’s riding you, webs everywhere, and suddenly it’s hot in this “I shouldn’t like this” way. And of course, the game will casually throw in the main guy masturbating in the cockpit while listening to intercepted calls from a target, like that’s just a normal way to prep for a job. It kind of is here. If you’re expecting some safe, soft moaning background porn, nah. This is dirty talking, spit, oral scenes where you can practically feel her gag on you, and then a creampie to seal the deal while your AI complains about having to clean the ship again. There’s a small thing where the text font in one dialogue box is slightly thinner than the others and it bugs me more than any bug should, but yeah, that’s just part of the whole “slightly scuffed but horny as hell” charm this game has.

In this one you’re not some chosen paladin of love or whatever. You’re a pissed-off kid who swung too hard at the wrong adult, got his lights punched out, and woke up with his brain quietly cheating reality. Not visions of destiny, more like glitchy spoilers for what’s about to happen. Little flashes of who is going to lean closer, whose hand is going to slide under your shirt, which door hides the girl who pretends she hates you while checking out your bulge every time you walk past. It’s set stupid far in the future, spaceships and new planets and everyone pretending humanity is “evolving,” but your main evolution is learning which hot crew member you want riding you after a long shift. Maybe two of them. Maybe the whole damn crew. Nobody here really talks about ethics when they’re bouncing on your cock and there’s a view of a dying star right behind them.

What got me a bit hooked is that the game acts like it’s some big sci-fi mission, but the real “mission” is reading women the way you read horny subreddits at night. That glitch in your head is basically future-sight edging. You see just enough to know, “If I say this line, she’ll blush and maybe jerk me off under the console,” or “If I push here, she’ll end up riding me raw in the captain’s chair and I’ll pump a creampie into her while we’re technically still in a meeting.” It’s a dating sim that really wants to be a porn confession blog. Big asses practically spilling out of tight suits that look one size too small on purpose, gravity working overtime on those tits every time they lean over a holo-panel. One minute you’re arguing about alien diplomacy, next minute a girl with thick thighs is on her knees, pulling your pants down like she’s been waiting all year. There’s this scene where you’re “resting” in your cabin and one of the girls comes in to “check on your mental health” and somehow that ends with her hand wrapped around you, slow strokes, spit glistening, eyes locked on yours, and she whispers that she wants to feel you cum inside her on the next planet because the risk turns her on. You say yes, of course, and later you’re fucking her bare on strange soil with some weird purple sky above you, her ass bouncing hard, your fingers sunk into soft flesh while she begs you not to pull out. The game pretends you’re shaping the future of humanity, but it’s really about how many different ways you can make these women moan your name before the credits pretend everything is fine.

Moonlight plays like someone smashed a detective show, a porn folder, and a Black Mirror episode together, then forgot to sand the edges. You’re this tired investigator with too much shit in his head and a neural implant that keeps buzzing like a broken phone. The city feels sick in a quiet way, full of people who basically rented out their bodies to AI so they can hide in fake paradise. On top of that, you’re walking around crime scenes where the corpses look almost peaceful, but the blood splatter is anything but. The first time you follow a lead into a filthy alley under that fake moonlight billboard and see the body twitch because of leftover implant signals, it got way more under my skin than I expected from something that also lets me get my dick sucked in an expensive apartment later.

The game teases you a lot, on purpose. You meet this older woman in a fancy highrise, classic rich milf energy, way too calm for someone who might be tied to a murder. She leans over the glass table, dress sliding up just a bit, asking questions about the case while her hand rests a little too close to your thigh. There’s a slow burn vibe at first, she walks around you, touches your shoulder, keeps brushing “imaginary dust” from your jacket. Then later, when she finally drops the act, she’s on her knees in that same living room, lipstick slightly smeared, giving a lazy, confident blowjob while still talking about evidence and data leaks like it’s a normal office chat. The scene has small details that stick more than the actual sex. The quiet hum of the city outside, the little lens of a drone blinking red in the window while she strokes you with this bored, almost cruel smile. It feels nice and fucked up at the same time, which kind of sums up the whole game. And yeah, sometimes the animations look a bit stiff, but honestly, the way she looks up at you with that tired “I’ve done this a hundred times” face hits harder than some super polished porn game.

What surprised me was how often the erotic stuff is tied straight into the investigation. You’re not just banging random girls because “it’s a porn game lol”. Half of the time, sex is a tool, or a trap, or both. One suspect literally uses her implant to sync with yours during a handjob, flooding your brain with fake memories while she laughs and jerks you off to keep you distracted. On screen you’re panting, but in the corner of the UI you see tiny flashes of corrupted case files, like your orgasm might actually delete evidence. Another time you’re interrogating a woman in a cheap neon motel, the walls too thin, sirens outside. She’s shaking, scared, then suddenly climbs on top of you and starts grinding, half crying, half begging you to “turn off” her implant by making her come hard enough to overload it. It’s messed up, but also weirdly tender, because in that moment she’s using sex as the only way she can feel human again. I wish the romance side was a bit less tangled in pain, but if they made it fluffier it would break the whole vibe, so yeah, it’s better this way, even if I’m complaining. The violent scenes sometimes feel more intimate than the kissing, and the kissing sometimes feels more dangerous than the gunfire. Also, whoever decided that the MC’s bed should forever have that one ugly blanket pattern is a criminal and I will never forgive them. Anyway, the weird thing is, after a while, the blowjob in the back of a flying taxi, the messy vaginal sex on the detective office couch, the soft teasing in a dark corridor with only HUD signals lighting your faces, all of that starts to feel like part of the same big, broken puzzle instead of separate “scenes”. It’s horny, yeah, but it’s also like making out with a malfunctioning future.

Void Club feels like somebody mashed a horny space opera with a janky tycoon game and then forgot to polish either part, and honestly that is half the charm. You’re not playing some chosen hero, you’re basically the poor bastard stuck managing a twisted interdimensional strip joint, trying to keep the books green while the “Master” jumps through portals and drags back new girls from whatever universe he feels like raiding that day. On paper it sounds very epic. In practice you’re staring at screens, clicking through menus, lining up shifts, checking stats, juggling money, and then suddenly you’re balls deep in a scene where a stacked alien girl with tits like they’re trying to escape gravity is drooling on your cock while asking if human cum really tastes like that. The switch from boring office vibes to “oh shit, I’m actually fucking her now” is kind of wild. It’s not smooth, but that messy feeling fits, like the whole club is barely held together with duct tape and cum.

What I liked more than I expected is how cheap some moments feel and how horny they still made me. You’ll be doing routine management, assigning girls to rooms, tweaking prices like some nerd, and then a random “event” pops where you walk in on two girls grinding on each other backstage because they got bored. One has this massive ass that jiggles in the animations in a way that looks almost wrong, like some dude traced over porn gifs, but it works. Another time I was just checking on a tired worker, clicked the wrong thing, and it turned into a sleep sex scene where the guy clearly knows he shouldn’t, but still slides her panties aside and slowly pushes in while she mumbles in her dreams. I’m a purist usually, I like simple, awake, normal sex, but fuck, that one got me hard anyway and I hated that it did. Then again later I skipped a similar scene because the moral part of my brain finally woke up. So yeah, I’m inconsistent. The game too. One moment it gives you soft teasing, a milf bartender with big tits leaning over the counter, pushing her cleavage right in your face while asking about the night’s earnings. Next moment you’re hosting a group session where a monster girl with glowing eyes is getting throatfucked while another guy pumps a creampie into her pussy, and the rest of the crew is just grabbing at everything they can reach. It’s not sophisticated. It’s not subtle. It is dirty, specific, and kind of shameless in that way where you feel a bit gross and still click “next scene” anyway.

Shadow Moon Station feels like somebody took a pretty normal sci-fi office job, shoved it on the far side of the moon, then quietly sprinkled in horny coworkers and corporate sabotage. You play this young engineer guy who clearly thinks he’s just there to fix vents and check data logs, but the moment you arrive, you can feel that “oh shit, everything here is not okay” vibe. The corridors are too quiet, people avoid certain questions, and HR clearly did not prepare you for how hot your new partner is. She’s this sharp, competent woman who can talk for ten minutes about coolant systems and then suddenly make a dry joke that sounds like she’s testing if you’ll flirt back. And yeah, you probably will. I did. Very fast.

The nice thing is, it doesn’t just throw sex at you like “here, boobs, click next.” You spend time actually walking around the station, doing your job, poking your nose into small irregularities that start as “hm, weird” and turn into “okay, somebody is lying on official reports.” At the same time you’re juggling this mess of relationships. You’ve got soft, romantic options where it feels like you’re slowly falling for someone while hanging out in cramped maintenance rooms, bumping shoulders over a tablet screen. Then there are more to-the-point routes, where teasing banter in the mess hall turns into making out in a dark observation deck with the moon floating outside like a massive voyeur. Some scenes go from chatting about engine diagnostics to her on her knees, unzipping your pants so naturally it feels like you earned it, not like it was just dropped in your lap because the script said “sex scene here.”

When the game goes lewd, it actually commits. There’s hand stuff under a lab table while the two of you pretend to review sensor logs, her stroking you slow while whispering about how stupid the higher-ups are. There’s messy, noisy oral where she’s trying to keep quiet and failing, swallowing you down while alarms blink in the corner of the screen like they’re judging you. Full-on vaginal sex on a bunk that’s clearly too small, bodies pressed so close you feel how desperate the whole thing is, her legs locking behind your back and you finishing deep inside because “we don’t have time for condoms, we’re supposed to be on shift already.” The creampie shots are not shy at all, you see it drip out after, and sometimes it even ties back into dialogue later in this half-teasing, half-serious way. And it’s not just straight stuff either, there are these slower, almost tender moments with the women together, the lesbian side of the cast getting their own playtime, kisses that linger a bit too long, fingers sliding in while one of them tries not to moan your name by accident.

What surprised me most is how your choices actually affect not only who ends up in your bed, but who trusts you with the station’s bigger secrets. Push too hard on the wrong person and you might miss a chance to comfort them later, which means maybe that heated argument in a storage bay never turns into wall-slamming, clothes-half-on sex. Go all-in romantic with one girl from the start, and suddenly those slow burn scenes with another character feel different, more forbidden, like you’re cheating on someone who doesn’t even know she’s your “main route” yet. The pacing lets you have that “coworker crush turns physical” thing, or you can chase the colder, more calculated type who looks like she’d file a performance report on how you fuck, then ask for a second round just to compare results. By the time the corporate drama really starts blowing up, you’re already tangled in bedsheets and lies, and you feel that weight when you choose between covering for someone you’ve been inside, or siding with the person who gave you that first quiet kiss in zero-privacy conditions. It’s messy, horny, a bit nerdy with all the engineering talk, and sometimes you’ll be reading an emotional scene about trust and betrayal, only for it to end with you burying yourself in her, both of you pretending this is just stress relief when it obviously isn’t.