This thing is basically a horny fairy tale that got drunk and forgot it was supposed to be heroic. You’re “the brave adventurer” on paper, but most of the time I felt like some idiot with a boner wandering around a forest trying not to die to a slime with tits. The goal sounds so classic: kill the monster in the woods, get a pile of gold, then blow it on gifts for the stacked Hooters girls back in town so they finally stop calling you “buddy” and start calling you something filthier. In practice, it’s more like: try to look cool, misclick, end up face first in a pair of cartoon tits, panic, then click through the scene three times just to “check the animation quality” again. For science.

The combat is turn based, but not in that super dry way where you stare at numbers forever. It’s pretty simple: hit thing, don’t die, maybe use some skill that you totally forget exists half the time because a MILF barmaid is still stuck in your brain from earlier. Sometimes I was trying to focus on stats and all I could think about was “ok if I don’t screw this fight, I can buy that shiny necklace and maybe she’ll let me suck on those ridiculous boobs again.” And yeah, the girls here are built like some teenage fantasy that never heard of gravity: big tits, big asses, big everything. They jiggle a lot, with little animated loops that keep playing and you tell yourself you’re only watching to see the “art details” but you know damn well what you’re doing. There’s teasing everywhere too, like the game just likes to edge you. A waitress brushing her tits on your arm and then walking off like nothing happened, a busty mage pushing your face “by accident” into her cleavage when she heals you. At one point I legit misread a dialogue and thought I was choosing something romantic, but it turned into full on tits sucking scene, with her grabbing your head and talking all smug, and suddenly the heroic soundtrack in my head was gone, replaced by “how did I get here and why is this kind of perfect.”

It pretends to be a noble fantasy adventure, but the town basically runs on horny energy. You beat monsters, they drop loot, you bring that back so you can buy goofy, half-useless gifts that somehow unlock dirtier stuff with the girls. One Hooters chick pretends she’s all shy, but give her the right shiny thing and next second she’s grinding on your lap, hand on your dick, whispering something about “thanking her favorite customer” while you just mash through dialogue because the CG is doing all the talking. Another time I tried to play “good guy” and not touch the barmaid’s ass when the prompt came up. I was proud for like three seconds, then the next event she just straight up grabs your crotch under the table and goes “you’re too slow, hero” and I felt both owned and turned on. The monsters are weirdly sexy sometimes too, like they’re 80% threat and 20% “if I lose this fight, I’m probably getting jerked off by a plant or something.” I sort of wish the sandbox part was bigger, like more weird side stuff and stupid ways to blow money, but also I know if they add more, I’ll just forget the main quest forever and live in the bar, grinding battles only so I can keep “gifting” my way into more groping scenes. Not gonna lie, half the time I closed Chrome after a “boss fight” in town instead of in the forest. And yeah, the story pretends it’s about slaying the beast, but after a while it feels like the real monster you’re fighting is your own self control every time another big titty NPC leans in and asks if you “wanna see a special move.”

School Heroes starts like one of those shitpost memes that somehow went too far and turned into a real game. You open it thinking “ok, cheap Overwatch porn parody, I know this drill”, and then suddenly you’re spending way too long min-maxing choices in a fake school just to see if Tracer will finally stop calling you “newbie” and start calling you something with a little more spit in her voice. The whole thing sits in this weird middle ground between horny fanfic and half-serious VN, and that’s kinda why it works. It’s not subtle at all. The game knows exactly why you clicked, it just takes its time rubbing your face in it.

The setup is simple enough: Overwatch girls, school setting, male MC, a bunch of “hero classes” that are really just excuses to push you into private scenes with each of the big three. Tracer is the hyperactive one, obviously, always zipping around, leaning in way too close, her ass pressed against your desk for no reason other than “oops, I dropped something”. Mercy plays that professional, calm teacher vibe, saying things like “you need extra tutoring” while her hand ends up on your thigh under the table. And D.Va is the one that feels the most like talking to an actual streamer from Twitch or Kick, teasing the MC like chat, making jokes and then suddenly going full-on filthy when she decides you earned it. The erotic pacing is kind of all over the place. Sometimes you get lewd payback really fast, like you make a bold dialogue choice with Tracer and it jumps right to her pinning you against the lockers, her accent dripping in your ear while she slides down your body. Other times the game makes you grind through school days and side scenes before it lets you taste anything more than heavy teasing. It sounds annoying, but that slow burn can make a Mercy scene land harder when she finally gets on her knees, halo tilted, voice soft, taking you in her mouth like a quiet confession.

What surprised me is how much the game flirts with control. Not just “yes/no” choices, but little branching stuff that changes how nasty they talk to you. I had one run where D.Va treated me like a total simp, making me “sponsor” her in-universe esports club before she even unzipped anything. Another run, same character, I leaned into confident and kind of rude dialog, and suddenly she was the one asking if she could sit in my lap between matches, her ass pressing into me through the uniform while she pretends to focus on her game. The scenes are not super deep, but the way the girls remember if you were a coward or a perv in earlier dialogue makes oral scenes hit different. Tracer kneeling in a dark classroom, goggles pushed up, licking you slow at first, then pulling back and calling you “my brave little hero” because of some stupid choice you made ages ago? That is the kind of cheap but effective gamification that eroge should use more. At the same time, progression can feel janky as hell. You click through a bunch of regular school chatter, some adventure bits that barely matter, then out of nowhere you’re in Mercy’s office with the door locked and her lipstick smeared on your shaft, animated enough that you’re like “ok, this went from goofy to serious really fast.” The sci-fi and fantasy flavor is mostly just there to justify weird gadgets and powers during sex, like Tracer phasing to tease you from behind, whispering in one ear while stroking you from an angle that doesn’t even make sense, or Mercy using some “healing” tech that is clearly not medical. It’s not elegant, it’s not refined, and sometimes the tone whiplash is ridiculous, but the result is a horny fan-made fever dream where the big ass shots of D.Va bent over a desk and the slow, wet sounds of an animated blowjob from Mercy or Tracer are actually tied to your choices enough that you feel like you earned the mess on their lips.

You land in this game as a 19-year-old exchange student in Japan, and it honestly feels like someone smashed a cheesy school anime together with a really fucked up underground fetish club. At first it kinda tricks you. Classroom, regular lectures, little crush on Julie, your friend Jackson cracking dumb jokes, that whole “I’m too shy to confess” thing. Feels soft, almost wholesome. Then you start noticing small weird things. Ads for this company, “Love Dolls”, everywhere. Posters on the train, popups on your phone, some girl on TikTok showing off her “perfect doll boyfriend” like he is an iPhone. Except here the dolls are sex androids that listen to every order. Every. Order.

The game likes to tease you before it kicks you in the gut. You’re sitting with Julie on this stupidly normal café date, she’s talking about her missing sister and trying not to cry, and at the same time the camera keeps drifting down to her tits pressed against the table. That contrast hits kind of hard. One second you feel bad for her, next second you’re imagining her bent over a desk in a Love Dolls showroom, collar on her neck, drool on her lips, getting pounded so rough the chair squeaks. And the worst part is the story slowly makes that kind of scene feel normal. By the time you visit the company building, you already saw enough “light” stuff like groping in tight spaces, hand sliding under skirt on a crowded train, Julie pushing you away but not really meaning it, and it just escalates from there like a bad gacha pull.

When the dolls themselves show up, the game goes full-on corrupt fantasy. Those girls feel half human, half toy. Big tits that bounce like crazy, asses that jiggle when you slap them, eyes empty or scared depending on what mood the scene wants. Some scenes are just plain fun: you playing the dominant guy, ordering a doll to crawl under the table during some “serious” company meeting, her sucking you off while you try to keep a straight face, text messages from Jackson popping up on your phone about how he thinks something is off with the company while you’re literally balls deep in their product. Then other moments hit darker. Chained doll in a storage room, ass up, holes already gaped from previous use, you being told to “test” a new setting on the remote. Anal, vaginal, toys shoved in both, humiliation lines like “You’re just property now” whispered in her ear while she sobs and still orgasms because they tweaked her. It’s fucked, but the writing doesn’t blink.

What I liked is that the game doesn’t try to be “nice” about the male domination. If you go that route, you really go there. Slaves on leashes, group scenes with multiple dolls and maybe a girl you actually know mixed in, her not sure if she’s a victim or just turned on by being treated like one. There’s this one bunker-style room, cold metal, harsh white light, where you and some corporate guy “train” a new doll model. They tie her up, spreader bar on her legs, clamps on nipples, and you use her while the guy takes notes like some scientist reviewing a Discord bug report. It’s ridiculous, and also hot, and also a bit disgusting, and that combo kind of sticks in your head after closing Chrome. The only thing that annoyed me was how sometimes the game interrupts a really intense hardcore scene with a random info dump about the company or some clue about Vanessa. Like bro I’m elbow deep in this girl’s ass, don’t start talking about legal documents now.

If you’re into softer romance only, this will probably feel like you got tricked by a “wholesome anime girl” thumbnail on YouTube and ended up watching the director’s cut of a BDSM porn shoot. But if your brain is already used to switching from vanilla kissing to choking and spit in two seconds, then the mix of school setting, missing sister mystery, and total pornified domination will actually make sense in a really broken way. You start the game as a nervous student. Some routes turn you into the kind of guy who looks at a crying girl and thinks “she’d look better gagged and on her knees”. And the game just lets you. No lesson. No moral. Just control, flesh, and these dolls that maybe aren’t really dolls at all.

Amy arrives in this sleepy little town with a suitcase, a cute smile, and no clue that her pussy is basically public property waiting to happen. She thinks she is just the good wife, helping Manuel run his grandfather’s old bar, pouring beers, wiping tables, keeping her skirt just long enough to be “respectable.” At first the place feels almost boring: same stools, same mugs, same drunk guys talking football, same sticky floor that you kinda don’t want to look at too closely. The only real spice is Daniel, the “almost brother” who looks at her a bit too long when she bends to grab a bottle. He pretends it’s nothing, gives her that soft nice-guy smile, and then his eyes drop straight to her tits again. I liked that. I hated it. I replayed the first night just to watch that little moment when she feels his hand on her waist a second too long and the game slows down, like the universe holding its breath inside her underwear.

The funny thing is I tried to play her as loyal and shy and it just doesn’t work. She starts dressing a little tighter for the evening shift, like she wants higher tips but we both know that’s bullshit. A button just “happens” to stay open, her nipples pressing under a thin top while some old regular pretends to check the menu. You choose the “safe” dialogue and she still leans forward over the counter, giving him a full view of her cleavage while he stares like a dog that found meat. The corruption is not subtle, it’s more like slow drunk gravity. A hand on her hip when they pass in the narrow hall, a guy brushing against her ass a bit too boldly, her not moving away fast enough. One night she gets talked into serving without a bra “because it’s hot in the bar” and you can see her fighting the shame and the rush at the same time. She blushes, but she keeps walking between the tables, tits bouncing under thin fabric, catching every gaze like hooks in her skin. And yeah, I skipped every fight or macho scene I could, I just wanted to see who touches her next and how long she lets it happen.

There is this one scene that stuck in my brain like a dirty song. Amy is closing up, alone except for one guy who “forgot his wallet” or some classic bullshit like that. The bar is half dark, only some neon lights on, and she’s standing behind the counter while he leans across, too close, his voice low. You can almost smell the beer and sweat. He reaches, very casual, and his fingers slide over her hand, then wrist, then up her arm. She should pull away. She doesn’t. The camera goes low and you suddenly see her thighs, tight together, then slowly opening as he keeps talking. No big dramatic music, just his hand finally resting right on her knee, inching up. She lets him. The game gives you a “stop him” option, but if you truly want to see Amy, you don’t click it. His hand disappears under her skirt and she bites her lip, cheeks red, breathing sharp. There’s a soft little animation, not some crazy porn-style acrobatics, just fingers teasing along the edge of her panties until she’s wet and shaking, trying not to moan too loud in the empty bar. Later you get bolder stuff, like her giving a quick, messy handjob in the storage room while boxes of alcohol watch in silence, or letting someone fuck her from behind over a table that was used an hour before for cheap snacks, and the worst part is how much she enjoys being watched, how much she learns to spread her legs like she’s on a stage. I kind of wanted her to stay pure. I also kept pushing her straight toward the dirtiest exhibition scenes I could find, letting strangers grope her ass just to see that tiny moment when her shame breaks and turns into raw, hungry pleasure she can’t take back.

Rain outside, quiet lake, and suddenly you are stuck in this big creaky house with your brother’s fiancée who has way too perfect tits for someone you are supposed to treat like family. The game throws you in that kind of tension right away. No slow build with long-ass tutorials, you land in the middle of a weird pandemic, locked away in this lonely lake house where the walls feel too thin and her shorts feel too tight. She walks around in those tiny sleep shorts, big ass bouncing a bit with every step, bending over to get stuff from low cupboards, giving you this full-screen view while she pretends nothing is happening. The teasing feels constant. A brush of her thigh on the couch, a “by accident” peek down her tank top, her fingers lightly adjusting her panties while she looks at you like she’s checking if you noticed. You do. You always do.

It’s one of those kinetic stories where you are not juggling a thousand choices, but you still feel on edge, like every little look matters. You spend a lot of time stuck with your own right hand and imagination in that tiny bedroom, jerking off to the sound of her shower through the wall. The game lets you stay in that horny frustration for a bit too long sometimes, actually. That mix of guilt and need hits pretty hard when you are watching her stretch in front of the window, nipples poking through the thin shirt, and in the background you hear that creepy low sound coming from the lake. The horror part creeps up while you are busy staring at her tits, which is honestly kind of perfect. One moment you are trying not to stare at her ass while she sits on your lap “because the chair is cold”, next moment the lights flicker and something outside the glass is just a little too slow to vanish. There is this fucked up feeling that the lake is watching both of you while you watch her, like you are all spying on each other.

The survival angle is simple but it works: power going out at the worst times, you two checking the house with a flashlight, water shifting outside like something huge is moving just below the surface. There is this one scene on the pier late at night where she is half scared, half turned on, pressing herself against you for “protection” while you know damn well your dick is hard as hell. And then you see something in the lake. Or maybe you don’t. Depends where you look. The 3D models are a bit stiff sometimes and her walk can look funny in serious scenes, but I kinda ended up liking that, like watching a horny PS2 ghost story. Some of the paranormal stuff hits at the exact moment you are deep into a masturbation scene, like the game is laughing at you for jerking off while something old and awful moves under the water. When the story finally lets you cross that line with her, the guilt, the fear, the wet sounds, the way her big tits bounce while she rides you in that house that might not be empty at all, with something outside scraping at the wall, all of it mixes into this dirty, wrong, addicting mess. The lake feels hungry, you feel hungry, she pretends she is not, and all three of you are lying.

Harth starts out in this tiny nowhere village where nothing happens, just chores, dumb jokes with friends, jerking off behind the barn and trying not to stare too hard at tits that bounce when the girls carry water. It feels almost too soft at first, like one of those comfy slice of life VN where you just click through sunsets and pretend you’re not waiting for someone to suck you off. Then shit breaks. The safe bubble cracks, people change, and suddenly this clueless virgin farm boy with more hormones than sense gets dragged into the capital, where everything smells like incense, sex, mud and perfume at the same time. I liked that jump, honestly. One moment you’re groping a friend under a blanket, quiet and sloppy, scared someone will hear. Next moment you’re in a temple full of half-naked fanatics arguing about gods while some girl with holy symbols on her tits is sliding her hand into your pants like it’s part of the ritual. Maybe it actually is, I kinda lost the plot, in a good way.

The game plays like that drunk walk home feeling: you think you’re going in a straight line, then suddenly you’re in a back alley watching a guy get his ass railed by a priest with golden jewelry, and the MC is just there like “huh, okay, that’s a thing.” The gay stuff isn’t thrown in as a joke either, it’s just there, stubborn and casual, like desire doesn’t care about labels. First time Harth gets a handjob from a dude with sharper cheekbones than half the girls, it feels almost more honest than some of the straight scenes. Then later he’s on his knees with a girl riding his face while she orders him to stroke slower, faster, stop, like he’s her favorite toy. The game keeps playing with that mix of soft romance and “shut up and take it” energy. One scene you’re sharing a quiet moment under stained-glass light, kissing and shaking a little because it’s your first time inside someone warm and wet. Next scene you’ve got a smug noblewoman using your cock between her tits while you’re pinned, her hand on your throat, and you realize the dev really enjoys female domination way more than is probably healthy. Or maybe that’s just me. Hard to tell.

There’s this one early bit that got stuck in my head for some reason. You’re in the city for like, what, a day, and some street performer girl with a thick ass and religious tattoo on her back teases you into a side alley. She doesn’t just drop to her knees immediately. She makes you work for it in that annoying way: brushing her foot up your leg, pressing her toes on your crotch through the fabric, laughing when you twitch. I hated it and loved it. The footjob there is animated enough that you almost feel the frustration more than the pleasure, especially when she stops right when you’re about to cum, pulls your pants down, and finally takes you in her mouth slow, messy, half-choking, drool on her chin. You get that internal view when she decides to swallow you, which usually I’m not crazy about, but here it felt like peeking at something you weren’t supposed to see, greedy and wrong. Then much later the pregnancy stuff starts sneaking in and it hits different. You creampie someone during a “we might die tomorrow” night and forget about it for a while, and only several scenes later she shows up with a swollen belly and this weird tired smile. It’s not played as cute fluffy family life. It’s more like: actions have weight, even when you were just thinking with your dick and chasing another orgasm between temple pillars shaped like naked saints. Kind of fucked up, kind of beautiful, kind of exactly what I wanted from a sad fantasy sex story that pretends to be an adventure and then quietly ruins everyone in slow motion.

Eddie and Rachel look like the kind of couple you scroll past on Instagram, all smiles and filtered sunlight, but this game doesn’t bother with that fantasy for long. It starts with the boring part people never want to fuck to: debt, shitty jobs, the kind of stress where your hard-on just gives up and calls in sick. Eddie is stuck trying to grovel for his boss while his dick refuses to cooperate, and Rachel is watching the life they promised each other turn into late notices and fake smiles at the dinner table. No magic fix, no sudden jackpot. Just a man quietly falling apart in his own bed and a woman who still wants to be touched like before and keeps getting… nothing. That’s where the rot begins. The game doesn’t even pretend there is a path where NTR doesn’t happen. It tells you flat: you’re not here to save the marriage. You’re here to watch it crack, one tiny dirty message at a time.

Most of it lives in the phone. Chats, photos, little voice notes, that kind of digital poison everyone pretends is harmless. Rachel searching for part-time work turns into group chats, harmless teasing, “friendly” coworkers, all that familiar shit. Except you’re reading their messages while Eddie is trying to convince himself that stress is the only problem and his boss will eventually reward him if he just licks enough boots. There is this ugly sweetness to the way Rachel starts to open up to strangers. First it’s just her complaining about money, then about her husband being tired, then about how she misses being grabbed and pinned and used. The erotic stuff doesn’t drop like a bomb, it slides in sideways. A cropped selfie here, a “joke” about how big someone else is, a late-night text you know Eddie will never read because he’s passed out, body next to hers and miles away. The game lets you watch, lets you masturbate to the very thing that is killing him, and doesn’t offer any clean moral bandage for it. It’s like porn written by someone who actually went through a dead bedroom and decided to make it worse on purpose.

Since it’s a kinetic visual novel, you’re not really choosing anything, and that’s weirdly fitting. No choices, no happy branch, just the story sliding downhill while you sit there and keep clicking. The AI-style art gives Rachel this almost too-perfect anime-wife look even when she’s doing things that would break him if he could see them, like bending over in a cheap outfit for a guy who only knows her from a group chat, or filming herself touching her pussy while she complains that Eddie is “too stressed again.” One of the more fucked up moments for me was a simple notification sound, that harmless ping from her phone, happening while Eddie is in the middle of another awkward attempt at sex. You know that new message has more heat than anything he’s getting, and he kind of feels it too, but he pushes it down, the way men are told to just be “strong” and swallow their shame. Romance in here isn’t flowers or redemption. It’s the bare bones of what happens after promises fail, when someone chooses to chase orgasms and validation over loyalty, and the other person is too tired, too scared, or too numb to stop it. Nothing gets fixed, nothing gets forgiven, and you’re left horny and a bit dirty for enjoying every second of it.

Kindvixens feels like some horny Stardew cousin who ran away to the coast, got obsessed with thick moms, and forgot to finish half their life plans. You land in this chill little town, Seabreeze, and right away the game just points at a bunch of women with massive tits and fat asses and goes: “yeah, these are all potentially yours, good luck idiot.” It’s not just click-next VN stuff either; you’re running around town, checking the beach, the bar, the houses, the shop, poking random doors just in case a new scene unlocks. I was trying to speedrun the lewds, ended up actually remembering NPC schedules instead. Felt like using a horny Google Calendar in my head: “ok, big titty landlady in the evening, milf at the store in the morning, teasing redhead at the park if it’s not raining.” And yes, sometimes you sprint across town like a degenerate because a small icon pops up and you think “this might be a blowjob flag.”

What I like is that it pretends to be chill romance, but the pacing is secretly crack for completionists. Every time a girl bends over a little too far, or calls you “sweetheart” one extra time, some hidden counter ticks up. You talk, grind a bit of money, do some stupid mini task, survive the tiniest resource stuff, and boom, suddenly you’re in her bedroom and she’s bouncing those huge tits in your face like it was always obvious. The teasing is slow but also not really. It’s that thing where you swear nothing is happening, then you check the gallery and realize you already unlocked five sex scenes and two of them involve her sitting on your face. Still, some routes feel janky. One girl needed like five different visits at weird times, one little minigame, and then she finally shows her ass; another basically flashes her panties after you fetch one dumb item. Consistency is not a thing here, and that’s part of the charm but also made me swear at my screen more than once.

The harem vibe is very “nobody questions that you’re railing half the town,” which is honestly the correct choice. One moment you’re drinking coffee with a shy cutie, next you’re throat-deep in milf pussy, then maybe you’re just helping some lady move boxes like a good citizen. The game pretends it’s about community and mystery, but let’s be real, the mystery is mostly “how do I trigger the next blowjob CG.” I do like that the town actually feels like a place. You wander a bit, see familiar spots, remember where you first got a handjob, where some stacked woman pinned you against the wall, where another one kissed you so soft you almost forgot you were here to collect scenes like Pokémon. The survival thing is so lite it’s basically flavor, but it gives just enough structure that you can’t spam one girl to max in two in-game days, you gotta rotate, which turns into this horny routing problem in your head. Trying to 100% this stuff is like doing a lewd glitchless run with boobs everywhere and the game giggling in the corner every time it cockblocks you for one more in-game afternoon.

Hector comes back to Rannai like a guy returning to his old favorite club that suddenly turned into a weird church. He is this chunky badger healer with soft hands and a very not-soft past, and the town feels familiar but twisted. Cute wooden houses, misty mornings, the forest that used to feel playful now looks like it is watching him. Literally. Roots move. Vines react when he walks. It all has that “something horny and supernatural is going on” energy. And in the middle of this, there is Cadgan. The wolf he used to secretly drool over. Smaller and bratty in the memories, now this massive wall of muscle, cold eyes, the kind of guy who fills a doorway without even trying, tail barely moving but you just know he could pin Hector with one paw and not break a sweat. The game lets you sit in that tension. Old crush, new body, too much history. You get a lot of moments where Hector is supposed to heal someone and instead he is very obviously eye-fucking them. Or being eye-fucked back.

What I really liked is how it feels like slow foreplay with the whole town. You wander around, pretending to be this respectable healer, while the camera and writing are absolutely obsessed with fur, thighs, and asses. Big asses, by the way. They really went for it. Cadgan walking away, tail up just enough, that heavy swagger, and Hector trying so hard to be professional while you as the player are basically zooming in mentally like a creep. There is a very funny early scene where Hector is treating an injured wolf, and his hands keep lingering a little too low on the hip. It looks like “oh I am checking this bruise” but we all know that is a very convenient excuse to grope. The wolf notices, obviously, and gives him this lazy grin, and instead of stopping, the game leans into it. A small shift of the body, a soft grind against Hector’s fingers, and your choices decide how bold that teasing becomes. It hits that voyeur vibe too. You catch glimpses through cracks in doors, reflections in windows, body shadows behind the curtains. Once I walked past a house and accidentally peeked on two guys making out, and the scene does not pause for you. It keeps going like you really are just some pervert standing outside, listening to muffled moans and wet sounds, pretending you are not jerking yourself off in your head.

As a lingerie designer, I was low-key jealous. The way they write fur, leather straps, half-open shirts, it is basically a lookbook for horny outfits. Some scenes are like, Hector standing way too close while bandaging someone’s chest, the wolf’s pecs squished together, fur damp, nipples just barely visible. I kept thinking what kind of harness I would put on him. Thick belt on the chest, small rings near the collarbone, something he could be grabbed by. The romance hits pretty raw sometimes, in that clumsy gay way. Hector is awkward, he blushes, he feels guilty about wanting to squeeze his old friend’s ass when he should ask about politics or the creepy duke. And then there are those rare quiet walks in the forest. Just the two of them, roots moving, branches curling like hands, the air thick and wet. Cadgan brushes behind him, huge body heat on Hector’s back, breath on his ear, pretending it is nothing. It is not subtle at all but somehow still feels intimate. My only real complaint is that sometimes the pacing gets weird, like you go from emotional confession to horny groping to “oh hey the trees want to eat you” in two clicks, and I was like, wait, I was mentally undressing this guy, not negotiating with demonic flora. But honestly, that mix of gay longing, dirty teasing, and the world itself acting like it wants to get in on the action is exactly what makes it stick in my head.