The first thing this game did to me was make me choke on my coffee when the “clinic intake form” asked if I prefer my futa nurse to pin me to the exam table or “gently coax a sample” out of me. No build up, no fake politeness, just straight to the kind of medical questionnaire Pornhub wishes it had. It looks like some weird mix of sex clinic and HR disaster, and I mean that as a compliment. You’re this young guy who signs up to work in a special futa healthcare center, and from the first “checkup” it’s obvious nobody is here only for science. The game likes to pretend it’s about professional ethics for maybe five minutes, then suddenly you’re in a tiny exam room with a milf futa doctor with massive tits, a cock that absolutely should count as a third arm, and a very personal idea of “physical”. She’s talking about “circulation” while her hand is already on your dick, and you can’t even be mad because the animation when she strokes you is just unfair. It’s not Hollywood-level, but the dev really knows how to loop a handjob so it looks desperate and messy instead of clean and boring.

What I really liked is how every “medical procedure” keeps escalating from teasing to full-on porn logic. One moment the nurse is checking your reflexes, next moment she has your pants halfway down, her shaft pressing against your ass while she asks if anal penetration might “reduce your stress levels”. There’s this one scene where you’re supposed to help collect “futanari hormone samples” and it turns into a small orgy in the staff room. Interracial futa with a dark-skinned amazon body, the ice-queen white coat doctor, and one shy futa intern who looks like she learned sex entirely from hentai. You get to choose who you help first, and I picked the shy one. She starts masturbating awkward, trying not to moan, then you grab her hips and suddenly she’s grinding your cock while leaking all over your stomach. The camera angle hangs just long enough on the groping, hands on those huge tits, before shifting to her cock sliding against yours. It’s clumsy, a bit stiff, sometimes the facial expressions are off, but that actually makes it more honest? Like watching somebody’s horny Blender folder instead of a corporate product.

The corruption in it is also fun. At first you pretend to be the good boy, doing your “job”, taking vitals, listening to heartbeats, ignoring that every futa in this building is basically walking porn. But choices slowly nudge you into different roles. You can lean more submissive, let the futa nurses push you around, spit in your mouth, sit on your face, pin you under them and use toys on your ass until you’re drooling and begging. Or you decide that if they’re going to treat you like a toy, you might as well return the favor, so you grab a futa by her uniform, slam her against the cabinet, and fuck her mouth while she jerks herself off. There’s even futa on futa moments where you kind of end up as the “assistant” holding toys, or licking where they tell you to, watching two futas fuck each other raw while you jerk in the corner like some pervert med student. The incest angle pops up in this super uncomfortable, totally hot way when a certain “guardian” character shows for a checkup and clearly has zero understanding of personal boundaries. I’m still annoyed you can’t adjust the text speed in one specific scene where the nurse is teasing you under the sheet with her foot, it stutters a bit and drove me nuts, but then she lifted the cover, took you in her mouth, and I kinda forgot I was mad. It’s that kind of game. Little janky, very horny, doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

Forbidden Thoughts feels like someone took that tiny moment when your eyes stay half a second too long on someone’s chest and stretched it into a whole damn story. It starts very small, like everyday small, just a guy moving through his normal life, talking about work, coffee, stupid stuff you’d bitch about on Discord. And then your brain does that thing where it goes “what if I just grabbed her ass right now” and instead of dismissing it, the game quietly says “ok, follow that”. That’s the vibe. It doesn’t shout “sexy time!”, it sort of creeps into you while you’re clicking through these casual conversations and suddenly you’re thinking way dirtier than the protagonist is brave enough to say out loud. At least at first.

What I liked most is how the erotic stuff doesn’t drop on your head all at once. You’re just having a normal chat with this older woman, she leans forward, blouse opens a bit, you see that heavy milf cleavage squeezed together and the camera angle hangs there just a little too long. She notices your stare, you notice her noticing, and nothing is said. Then later there’s a scene where she “accidentally” brushes her big tits against your arm while reaching for something, and the game lets the silence do the work. No cheesy trumpet sound, just your own filthy thoughts filling the gap. I think I spent way too long on one scene where she’s at the sink, ass pushed back, tight skirt hugging everything, and the text is just this normal talk about dinner. But the camera keeps drifting down to her big ass and you can almost feel the heat of wanting to just grab it. It made me alt-tab out and open Telegram to complain to my friend about absolutely nothing related, just to cool down, which obviously did not work.

There’s a lot of teasing like that. Masturbation scenes feel earned, not thrown in. First time the protagonist finally snaps and jerks off, it is not some grand “I must relieve my lust” speech. He is just lying there, replaying how her hand stayed on his thigh a bit too long, how the younger girl accidentally pressed her tits on his back when squeezing through a narrow hallway, how a random exhibitionist-style glimpse of skin he probably should not have seen is carved in his brain. He pulls it out, strokes slow, thinking about how she’d react if he just groped her right there in the kitchen, fingers sinking into that fat ass while she pretends to be shocked but keeps pushing her hips back. The text is not poetry, more like messy horny inner monologue, which honestly feels right for a guy who is still kind of a nervous virgin in his head even when he has these grown women orbiting around him. Sometimes the romance angle sneaks in softly, like when a character sends a half-innocent late message that is totally not innocent at all, and you feel that little ache of “this should be wrong, so why does it feel so good.” I do wish the protagonist stopped overthinking and made bolder moves sooner, but at the same time that slow, frustrating build up is exactly what makes the first real touch, the first obvious groping, explode in your chest and lower. The game never really tells you what line you just crossed. It lets you notice it yourself and then decide if you want to cross it again, harder.

Ten days before flying abroad and the guy suddenly decides to become a horny hero, that’s basically the whole mood here. You’re Yuto, the quiet dude who has been behaving himself way too long, surrounded by women who are either taken, older, or just clearly “off limits” on paper. His landlady with that lazy housewear and ridiculous tits that never quite fit her clothes right, the senpai at his part-time job who jokes with him like he’s a kid but bends over way too often, the convenience store manager with the tight skirt who pretends she doesn’t notice anyone staring at her ass. Now he has this one thought in his head: “I’m leaving anyway, so fuck it.” That tiny bit of courage plus a deadline does crazy things. The game basically puts you in that mental state. No stats, no grinding, no stupid mini-games. Just choices, branching scenes, and seeing how far you can push the teasing until it turns into someone moaning your name while trying not to wake up the neighbors.

Since it’s a kinetic-style VN at heart, most of the action comes from what you say and when you say it. One moment you’re sitting with the landlady in the living room, drinking cheap beer, she’s complaining about her useless boyfriend, then a small choice pops up: do you “joke about her boobs” or “offer to massage her shoulders.” I picked massage, thinking it’s the safe option, and five clicks later I had her half naked, bra pushed up, tits spilling out while she’s biting her lip and whining that “this is wrong” but not actually stopping my hands. I tried the boob joke on another route and she got pissed at first, then suddenly straddled me with this “you like them that much?” attitude and it turned into a straight-up titjob session that ended in a messy creampie because I picked the most reckless options every time. I like how the CGs feel a bit “too perfect” in that AI way and at the same time kind of trashy, like someone went “yeah that face is fine, nobody will notice while they’re staring at the nipples.” Sometimes a hand is weird or a thigh looks slightly off and I kept noticing it while still one-handed, which was annoying and also kind of funny. The animations are simple but the rhythm of them during anal or when she’s grinding on top feels good enough that my brain stopped complaining. There’s plenty of oral, a couple of toy scenes that escalate from “innocent showing” to “fuck, I can’t stop shaking, keep it in,” and some routes go into full-on cheating and netorare vibe where you’re basically stealing someone’s woman and then still leaving the country like an asshole. I hated that. I loved that. It’s messed up and the endings hit different depending which girl you focus on. Sometimes you get a sweet goodbye, sometimes you get this cold, empty “I’ll remember you” while she goes back to her boyfriend you just stuffed full of your cum the night before.

Fresh out of school, thrown back into your dusty old hometown, and suddenly everyone wants a piece of you. That is the vibe here. You’re this rookie reporter, technically here to chase stories, but it feels a lot more like you’re chasing curves. The game pretends it’s about “serious journalism” with this fancy big-name media company, but in practice your main beat is trying not to stare at your editor’s tits while she tells you to double-check your leads. Every investigation starts normal enough: track a source, dig through some notes, ask a few questions. Five minutes later you’re in a cramped office, her blouse half open, wondering if you’re going to get that promotion before or after she’s got your cock in her mouth.

What surprised me is how it actually treats the investigation stuff as more than a cheap excuse. You wander through little city scenes, ask people about gossip, decide who to trust, and some choices really change what kind of “reward” you get. Screw up and push too hard on one interview and instead of a cozy late-night talk in her tiny flat, you end up on a boring follow‑up with a guy who clearly isn’t going to suck anything. Nail the angle and she leans close, clicks off the voice recorder, and suddenly your “fact checking” is more like tongue checking. I liked that a simple decision like whether to run a risky quote or play it safe can flip the tone of the next scene from flirty banter to full on “I’m sitting on your face for this exclusive.” It’s not subtle about the boobs, either. They are huge, they bounce, they fill the frame when someone leans over your desk, and the camera knows it. Sometimes a bit too much, actually, because there’s one hallway scene where you can barely tell what the character is saying since your view is basically just cleavage. Nobody will complain, but still, my eyes were trying to read the text box hiding behind her tits like it’s a hidden object game.

The sex itself ramps up as your reputation in the company grows. At first you’re this shy guy awkwardly trying not to get hard when your co‑worker teases you with her bare legs under the desk. Later she’s casually pressing her feet into your crotch during a “strategy meeting” and acting like it’s totally normal office culture. There’s this one scene where you’re “revising” her article at her place, and she slowly trades professional talk for grinding on your lap, then drops down and starts working your dick with her mouth like she’s trying to win Employee of the Month. I liked that it doesn’t rush to the obvious point. She’ll drag her tongue along the shaft, look up, ask if you’re sure about that headline, then go deeper, then switch topics. It feels messy, human, horny. Anal and vaginal are used more like rewards tied to how bold you play the story and how you talk to them. One route turned into this intense back‑and‑forth where your editor tests if you’re “brave enough for real journalism” by making you fuck her from behind on the office couch, her ass practically swallowing you, while she checks tomorrow’s front page on her phone. Another time, you think it’s going that route and she stops you, sits on your cock nice and slow instead, rides you while talking about ethics in reporting like that’s not the stupidest contrast ever, then finishes with this lazy sloppy kiss on your chest. The AI‑generated CG is a bit uneven; some angles look incredible, others feel off, but the bodies have that soft, heavy look that fits the whole “big tits, big ass, big trouble” mood. Funny thing is, the game sells itself like a serious VN about a career, but, somewhere between a late‑night oral “interview” and a sweaty footjob while you listen to someone’s confession through the wall, you forget what the original assignment even was. And somehow that’s exactly right.

Bella starts this summer as the kind of girl everyone pretends not to see. Thick thighs, soft belly, big tits that just look “wrong” on her shy frame, hoodie zipped up to the neck, headphones on, eyes down. The game does not hide that awkward phase. You actually feel how small she makes herself on purpose: the way she shuffles through a crowded campus hallway, the way she sits on a bus and tugs her shirt down over her ass every two seconds, the way her voice almost cracks when she talks to a clerk at the shop. Then she goes to grandma’s place in the countryside and things go from quiet slice-of-life to horny myth bullshit really fast. There is this Welsh goddess of change, and the way the game presents her is fun: not “wise old deity” but this teasing, half-smirking presence that feels like she enjoys poking at Bella’s insecurities. The sound design there is nice. You hear distant wind, creaking house wood, then the goddess voice kind of curling around in Bella’s head. No jump scares, just this slow, heavy seduction. You can almost hear Bella swallow when she says “yes” to the offer, like she knows she is fucking with something way bigger than a diet plan or new haircut.

The first morning after the “blessing” is where shit clicks. Bella wakes up with that hourglass figure the tags promise: tiny waist, heavy hips, and tits that honestly look too large to be legal in some countries. The game really lingers here. No rush to sex, just her breathing harder, fingers tracing that new tight curve where her waist meets her big ass, then cupping her breasts and feeling the weight bounce. The mirror scene is long, in a good way. You hear the little sounds: the bed creak as she kneels to get closer to the glass, the wet noise of her lips when she bites them and then realizes her mouth is slightly open. She tries on her old clothes. That’s one of the best moments. Her university hoodie used to hang down like a tent. Now it barely hides the swell of her tits, and the hem rides up over this round ass that strains against her panties. When she bends to pull them up, you feel how the camera wants to fuck her already, but the game holds back and just stays in that frustration. She squeezes her thighs together, embarrassed and turned on at the same time, and mutters “what the fuck” in this small, shocked voice. Honestly hotter than half the blowjob scenes later.

Returning home with that body is where the fantasy kicks into overdrive and also where the game gets kind of mean in a way I liked. People who never noticed her before suddenly trip over their own tongues. The barista who never remembered her order stares straight at her tits while asking if she wants “extra cream”. There is this one classroom scene where Bella leans over a desk to pick up a pen and the guy behind her just freezes. You hear his chair sc***, the low “holy shit” under his breath, and Bella’s nervous laugh as she pretends she didn’t hear anything, even though she clearly did. The blowjob tag gets its best workout in a semi-dark street corner after a party, when she is alone with a guy who used to treat her like furniture. The game does not go romantic there. Her knees hit the cold pavement, she hesitates, then you get this slow, sloppy first time where she is trying to learn how to handle a thick cock without choking and still keep a little control. Wet sucking, choking gasps, her fingers digging into his thighs for balance, mascara threatening to smear. The tension is not just “oh wow big dick”, it is also “I wanted you to say my name before, now I am letting you fuck my mouth”. The sci-fi and goddess angle stays in the background, like a quiet reminder that none of this is free. Sometimes in the middle of a hot vaginal scene, the light shifts slightly wrong and for a second you glimpse the goddess watching with this hungry, amused look. Blink and you miss it. I still hate how one specific sound effect in Bella’s bedroom loop clicks half a second too late every time and nobody fixed it. Anyway. The game keeps poking: is this still the same shy, soft girl under this fantasy body, or did the change reach inside her too and twist her desires until she actually wants to be the center of every dirty stare in the room. You tell yourself you care about the answer while you click her clothes off again.

Adam’s life is a total cliché disaster and somehow that’s exactly why this thing works. Mom dead, dad panic-remarries, and suddenly you’re walking into a house full of fake smiles, tight shirts, and asses that are absolutely not “appropriate for family.” The game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle. You meet the new wife, she leans over the kitchen counter to “clean something,” boobs practically spilling out, and the camera just slowly drifts down like, yeah, we all know why we’re here. Then a stepsister walks by in tiny shorts, brushing past you in the hallway, and you get that small bump of contact, the kind that makes your brain forget every moral lesson you ever learned. And right when you’re thinking this is just going to be a generic horny sitcom, you hear those weird sounds from the basement and suddenly it’s not just about who you’re going to fuck, it’s what the hell is living under the house.

The best part is how the teasing drags on in that rude way where you keep telling yourself “ok, this will be the scene” and the game just goes “nah, edge more.” You sit with your stepmom on the couch, she’s in this thin robe that obviously isn’t tied right, asking you innocent questions like how school is going, and you’re just fighting the urge to stare straight down her cleavage. There’s a moment where she reaches across you for the remote, her tits press into your arm, and the game actually pauses on that contact just long enough to make you clench. No fade to black, no sudden “scene starts now,” just slow, dirty escalation. The groping starts almost by accident too. One of the sisters pretends she’s scared of a noise, jumps into your lap, and your hand “just happens” to land on her ass. She doesn’t pull away. She just gives you that quick side glance like, are you really going to move your hand or are we both pretending this is fine. It’s stupidly hot and also completely immoral and the game never lectures you for a second. Morality is for another tab. Incognito mode is already crying.

What surprised me is how the basement stuff changes the vibe without killing the horny. You go down there the first time because dad tells you to check a fuse, normal boring shit, and then there’s this faint whisper you’re definitely not supposed to hear. Lights flicker for a second, you see some shape in the corner, and suddenly you’re not sure if the “temptation” in the house is just the women or something else twisting things inside your head. After that, every scene upstairs feels a bit more charged, like maybe the reason everyone is so touchy and needy isn’t entirely natural. There’s this one late encounter where the stepmom is half asleep on her bed, nightgown riding up, and when you slide your hand along her thigh she breathes your name in this way that sounds almost possessed, way too intense for a casual slip. It’s like the house itself is pushing you into the worst possible decisions. The animated bodies move just enough to make every squeeze of a breast, every handful of thick ass, feel heavy and wrong in the best way. Honestly I went in expecting to roll my eyes at another “sad boy moves in with hot fake family” thing, and I ended up way more into peeking down halls and listening for those damn basement noises than I’m comfortable admitting. Also whoever animated the jiggle on the stepmom when she bends over the washing machine needs to calm the fuck down, my mouse hand was actually tired after that scene and I’m still annoyed the fridge door in the kitchen looks crooked for no reason and never gets fixed.

Lucio opens this shiny new casino in the middle of nowhere classy and trashy at the same time and it already feels like trouble. The whole place smells like fresh carpet, cheap champagne and perfume that’s trying way too hard. You’re not some faceless ghost here, you are him, the guy who smiles like he owns the room and then quietly panics because the numbers in the back office look terrible. The poker tables are the center of everything. Every hand you play is not just about chips, it’s a slow undressing of power, of clothing, of dignity sometimes. You sit across from a redhead with tits barely contained by a glitter dress, and she calls your bluff with a lazy grin, leans forward, and the neckline does half the talking. Suddenly you’re not thinking about odds, you’re thinking about how many pieces of fabric she is still wearing and which one you want on the floor first. And then you misclick, because of course you do, and lose the pot you should have won. I will not forgive that misclick, by the way.

The whole thing is wrapped in this goofy romance vibe that refuses to take itself too seriously. One minute a girl is teasing you about your poker face, the next she basically climbs into your lap if you play your cards right. They flirt in a way that’s crass, funny, affectionate and clearly written by someone who actually likes women, not just bodies. Still, sometimes the humor hits like a drunk uncle at a wedding, trying to be edgy and landing on “eh.” But then you’re chatting with this shy dealer who’s secretly into risky bets, and she switches from blushing to asking if you’re brave enough to “raise” her in a very non-casino way, and it kinda makes up for it. There are moments where the game almost becomes a lecture in gender performance, without ever using that word, like when the tough-as-nails pit boss lets you see her softer side only when she is half naked and half joking and you realize she’s using the whole casino floor as armor. Then again, sometimes the writing just wants to show you big tits in a tight dress and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Fair.

What I really liked, strangely, is how the strip teasing is tied to risk. You push your luck, they push those clothes down. You’re not just clicking “next sex scene,” you’re flirting, losing, seducing, fucking up. During one poker game with the redhead, I intentionally played a stupid hand just to see if she'd mock me. She did. Then she slid her straps off anyway, called it a “pity reward,” and somehow that felt hotter than winning. The harem angle is there, of course, women orbiting you like you’re the sun with a solid dick, but they’re not just silent prizes. They talk back, they negotiate, they demand better tips, they roll their eyes when you act like a horny idiot. From a gender studies brain, it’s messy as hell: objectification everywhere, but the objects keep talking and steering the wheel. Does it make sense politically? Not really. Is it sexy when you’re half-focused and a little tired from work? Yeah. The casino setting gives a nice excuse for consent as a negotiation of stakes: “If you win this hand, I’ll take it off.” Super simple, very old fantasy, but it hits. I just wish one of them had smaller boobs, honestly. Variety is a thing. But the game doesn’t care what I want, and maybe that stubbornness is part of its charm.

You really messed it up this time. Rich guy, nice house, loyal wife who’d swallow her pride for you and probably your load too, and still you went chasing extra pussy. Classic eroge protagonist brain. She catches you with another woman, no excuses left, and kicks your cheating ass out on the street. No drama cutscene, no big heroic speech. Just that heavy “door closed, game over with wife route for now” feeling. It already feels like those old nukige where the setup is simple, a bit trashy, and perfect for sex to feel kind of wrong and kind of sweet at the same time.

So you drag your sorry self to the place of your childhood friend, the girl you basically left on read for five years. Of course she lets you stay. Of course she still has that tiny sparkle in her eye when she looks at you. The game plays this slowly, with her acting all responsible, “just until you find a place” and all that. But the camera keeps lingering on her hips when she walks, the soft jiggle when she sits next to you on the couch, that little wet shine on her lips when she talks too close. It’s not subtle. You’ve seen this dance in old Selen titles, but here it feels more like one long, horny apology tour. You’re broke emotionally, not financially, and every girl you meet wants to either fix you, fuck you, or both. Sometimes in the same scene.

What caught my eye is how the 3D models move during the teasing. Simple, yeah, but there is this nice pacing when she leans in to wake you up and you “accidentally” feel her breasts press against your arm. The animation doesn’t rush to the blowjob right away. You see her hesitate, let the silence hang, then slowly sink to her knees. Mouth wrapping around your cock, saliva glistening, head bobbing in that old-school rhythm, not this crazy fast porn speed. You can watch her lips stretch, her cheeks hollow, that little flicker in her eyes when you grab her hair just a bit harder. And the game actually lets you keep going until she pulls back, gasping, with a string of spit clinging from tip to tongue. It’s crude, but in a charming way. Like the dev jerked off to Bible Black and said “yeah, that’s enough reference.”

Sex with the wife, when you get flashbacks or dreams with her, has totally different mood. Slower camera, more romantic, missionary with fingers tangled, her whispering she’ll “always be there” while your dick is literally buried inside her. Those scenes have a lot of creampie focus. A long shot where she trembles under you and you just keep pumping, flooding her pussy while she arches her back and digs her nails into your shoulders. Then that sticky drip afterward, the soft breathing, her messy hole twitching. And you feel like shit because this is the woman you betrayed, but also damn, the dev knows how to sell a warm, loaded finish.

The harem vibe sneaks up on you instead of being shouted from the start. It begins with the childhood friend, then one more familiar face, then someone connected to your business, each girl with her own little “I probably shouldn’t do this” moment that ends with your cock inside her anyway. One scene that stuck with me: you’re helping the friend with dishes, water running, soap everywhere, and she’s scolding you for your past cheating. Then the music drops, she falls quiet, sets the plate aside and just kisses you. Sudden, clumsy, soap on her hands sliding down your chest. It switches from scolding to grinding on your thigh so fast it feels almost too real. You end up taking her from behind in the kitchen, panties pushed to the side, her trying not to moan too loud because neighbors, while you slam into her and fill her up, cum dripping down her inner thighs onto the tiles. The game doesn’t even clean it up. The camera just lingers there a bit too long. That small detail made me laugh.

Romance here is dirty, not pure. Characters say “I love you” with your cock still inside them. There’s this one bedtime scene where she’s lying on your chest after sex, tracing circles on your skin, and quietly asks if you’ll cheat on her too. You answer with something halfway honest and halfway scummy, and instead of flipping out she just climbs on top again, guiding you back into her soaked pussy, like she wants to stake a claim using her own body. It’s hot, but also kind of pathetic in that very hentai way. The humor isn’t forced, more like little awkward pauses, your character saying something dumb, her rolling her eyes and then still swallowing your load during oral a minute later.

To be fair, not everything hits. Some transitions between scenes feel like someone skipped a few CGs, and a couple of the “romantic” lines sound like they were written while watching a random YouTube AMV with Linkin Park. But I weirdly like that roughness. The teasing is where the game shines: a tongue slowly licking just the tip, her whispering “not yet” while your dick twitches, hands brushing just a little too low under the table. When she finally lets you thrust in, it feels earned in that horny VN way, like you actually waited more than two clicks. And those creampies… yeah. If you grew up on old-school ero games where the guy is a mess but the girls still fall into his lap, this feels like a messy cousin of that era, with more oral focus and plenty of wet, sloppy, “I know this is wrong but don’t pull out” sex.

Imagine waking up from a shitty nap and suddenly you’re on this shiny-ass space ship, no idea how you got there, surrounded by nine girls who all look like someone fed hentai tropes into ChatGPT and then cranked the boobs slider to max. That’s Simon’s life now. Mine too, kinda. The vibe is like someone took Mass Effect, removed 90% of the serious plot, added 200% more tits and facial expressions that would probably break your jaw in real life. Every corridor on that ship feels like a horny TikTok thirst trap that never ends. You walk down a hallway and boom, one monster girl with slime on all the wrong/right places, next turn it’s some stacked space officer pretending she doesn’t love when you stare while she “adjusts her uniform”. The game is very self aware, it keeps roasting itself for being cliché, then instantly throws you into another “oops I fell on your dick” situation like it learned absolutely nothing.

What I liked a lot is how the teasing is baked into the flow. It’s not just click to see boobs, click again for creampie, done. Sometimes you’re in the middle of this “save the universe” nonsense and suddenly you’re locked in a room with a half-alien girl who insists this weird glowing machine is a “compatibility scanner” but, like, she’s already half naked before you can ask a single question. Or that one scene where you’re supposed to do a serious briefing, giant hologram galaxy behind you, but your brain is just gone because one of the crew is in a skin-tight suit that leaves absolutely nothing to imagination, and the game keeps giving you dialogue options that make you choose between acting like a captain or acting like a thirsty little shit. I always pick thirsty then complain internally. That’s how cam life prepared me for this, by the way. Juggling horny and pretending to be professional on webcam? Same energy. I swear one of the girls could be my regular from Chaturbate, the way she keeps doing full ahegao and pretending it’s “for research”. Yeah babe, same research I do with my Lovense when someone drops a big tip on OnlyFans.

The sex scenes themselves hit pretty hard. There are a lot of “oh fuck, I might get caught” moments that make it extra hot. Like fucking behind some half-open door while the rest of the crew is walking past, or getting pushed up against a glass panel inside the ship so anyone in space theoretically could see. Creampies are treated like they’re solving world hunger, everyone’s very proud of your dick. Sometimes too proud. There’s a monster girl scene where you’re basically being milked and I was like, this is too much, I hate it, don’t stop. The humor is dumb, in that good, horny-brain-on-Twitter way, with stupid one-liners and meme references that made me roll my eyes then laugh. The game also loves to cut away at the rudest moments. You’re about to nut and suddenly it jumps to some random sci fi nonsense about saving galaxies, like an annoying ad on Pornhub. Then five seconds later you’re back in another cabin with another set of giant tits bouncing in zero gravity, which doesn’t even make sense physically but whatever, I’m not here to fact check NASA. I wish they’d let the emotional parts breathe more, but honestly if they did, I’d probably just skip them to get to the next shameless exhibitionist scene, so maybe it’s fine the way it is and I’m lying to myself.