Katy and John look like that boring couple you see in Ikea on a Sunday, arguing about lamps and pretending everything’s fine. The game basically grabs that vibe, then slowly twists it until you’re watching their whole sex life fall apart and get way hotter at the same time. It isn’t some instant porn dump either, it actually makes you sit in their awkward silence, their fake smiles, those tiny comments that sound harmless but sting like hell. One minute Katy’s reassuring him, next minute she’s wondering why her pussy gets wetter thinking about some other guy’s hands on her. And yeah, you control a lot of that shit. One choice and she’s playing the loyal wife, another and she’s “accidentally” letting her skirt ride up when the neighbor comes over, pretending she doesn’t notice his eyes stuck on her ass.

The fun part is how the game treats sex like a slow infection. First it’s just teasing, harmless flirting, a “joke” about sharing partners that clearly isn’t a joke. Then she starts enjoying the attention a bit too much, letting random “oops” moments happen like bending over in front of someone who absolutely doesn’t need that view. Johns not some generic cuck bot either, he actually feels human. Sometimes he gets possessive as hell, sometimes he’s weirdly turned on when other guys look at his wife. You can push him into those fucked up corners of his head where he doesn’t know if he wants to punch the guy or watch Katy suck him off. And when she wraps her lips around another cock for the first time, there’s this messed up mix of guilt and pure hunger that actually lands. It’s not just “she cheats, he cries”. Sometimes she cheats and you feel bad for him, sometimes you’re like “bro, you kinda pushed her here with your lame excuses and dead bedroom vibes”.

The voyeur stuff goes hard too. Tiny scenes like John catching a glimpse of Katy making out in a dark hallway, or her seeing him getting way too handsy with someone else, hit harder than the full-blown fucking later. Watching them both drift into this whole swing-flavored mess is way more fun than it should be. There’s this one bit where Katy is already used to being watched and she pretends to be shy while letting another guy finger her in public, knowing very well John is standing close enough to see everything. And when the game starts throwing in creampies and that “oh shit, who’s the father” tension, it doesn’t even slow down, it just shrugs and keeps going, like “yeah, this is where we’re at now”. The interracial angle and the corruption arc make everything even nastier, in a good way, because it hits that line where you’re not sure if she’s being dragged into it or if she was just waiting for an excuse to let go. Honestly, it would be nice if they toned down one specific character’s dialogue a bit, but they won’t and I’ve accepted that. Still, watching this couple slide from “normal” to “everyone’s hands and mouths on everyone” is exactly the kind of dirty drama that sticks in your head way longer than it should.

This one feels like somebody mashed together a horny SRPG and a weird sleep-paralysis story, then decided the main hero absolutely needed a fat futa cock and way too much control over everybody’s sex life. You’re the adventurer coming back to a hometown where people are stuck in this Blissful Sleep thing, half-dreaming, half-limp, and you go “ok, I will fix it” but you also spend half the time flirting, harassing, and getting milked by girls who should probably be in a hospital instead of riding you. It’s kind of romantic and kind of fucked up at the same time, which is exactly why it works. Like old hentai RPG Maker stuff where the art looks like the artist did it at night after school, but there is heart in those pixel tits. Except here it’s cleaner, nice 2dcg, plenty of thick thighs, big tits and dicks, and then occasionally some detail that looks slightly off and makes it even hotter for some reason.

Day phase is where all the dirty brain stuff happens. You hang out with party members, talk about dreams, pretend you care about the spiritual meaning of this religious sickness, and then suddenly you’re asking the milf priestess if she needs “stress relief” in the confession booth. One time I pushed the Lust angle on her too hard and ended up with her on her knees behind the church, stroking my futa shaft with those soft hands, her boobs pressed together for a messy titfuck while she whispers prayers that definitely are not approved by any god. Next day she’s acting shy and pure again, and the game kind of lets you decide if you want to be nice or turn her into a full-on cock-drunk disciple who probably shouldn’t be allowed around the altar anymore. It pretends to be strategy with “relationships” but half the time I was just thinking: ok, who do I tease today until they snap and beg to taste my cum. You can play it soft, or you can go hard into domination and watch them slowly get more perverted. Then complain later that they are too slutty even if you literally trained them into it.

Night phase flips it. You go into the dream world, fight demons with turn based combat and dice, like some horny tabletop session inside a JRPG. It sounds annoying, but it actually got me pumped a few times when the roll almost fucked me. One battle, this monster girl with those dripping, jagged teeth and nice hips pinned me, and the wrong roll meant she sat on my face, grinding in my mouth while her tail wrapped around my dick. It counts as combat but it’s just a really detailed oral scene where you’re licking her wet monster pussy and trying not to lose. When you win, sometimes you get to creampie them as “punishment,” sometimes they use you as a toy even if you win. The futa protagonist angle hits nice here: shoving your cock deep into some demon girl in a dream and filling her up, white dripping onto surreal floating floor, like some pixel porn from an old Windows XP hentai folder, only more polished and weirdly tender. There’s this one semi-random event where you wake up half-hard because a party girl was licking your shaft in her sleep, mumbling your name, and the game asks if you pull away or push her head down and fuck her throat while she’s still not fully awake. It labels it “teasing” but it’s really you being a horny asshole with a power fantasy.

I kind of hate the little dice sounds, they feel like I’m in a cheap mobile gacha, but then a scene pops where a monster girl pins your arms and rides you in slow motion, talking about how your seed will “keep her awake” and at that point I forgot the sound even exists. The religion angle is funny too: you go from respectful adventurer to this futa saint of corruption, turning believers into dripping messes who want your holy load inside them. I tried to play all pure on one run, caring about the sickness and all that, but the sandbox side kept tempting me with “just one more interaction” and suddenly my quiet mage was moaning on her knees, cheeks bulged around my cock while I hold her head, her eyes begging for permission to swallow. The game likes to pretend it’s all about the mystery of the disease and strategy choices, but it really shines when you’re in the messy part, covered in sweat and cum, trying to remember which girl you promised to visit before night falls again.

You wake up in a hospital bed, half-naked, half-lost, and some woman in a tight uniform is already yelling at you about “protocols” and “magical violations.” She’s got that kind of face that makes you want to argue just to see her lips move. That’s how this world greets you - no gentle handholding, just a slap of mystery and a hint of perfume. Before you know it, you’re in the Ministry’s investigation unit, poking around enchanted crime scenes and trying not to stare too long when your partner bends over the evidence board. The game doesn’t pretend to be subtle about it either. You’re supposed to notice. You’re supposed to want. And it knows exactly how to feed that want, one teasing smirk at a time.

The cases start simple - missing artifacts, a smuggled charm - but the deeper you dig, the more it all starts to feel like foreplay. Every interrogation is a kind of striptease: suspects squirming under your gaze, your magic brushing against their thoughts, the tension thick enough to taste. Sometimes you get the truth. Sometimes you get a blowjob. Sometimes both. The writing leans into that mix of absurd humor and raw heat, like it knows you’re here for the mystery but stays aware that your hand’s probably not on the mouse for long. The animations are smoother than they have any right to be, and the transitions between dialogue and action scenes hit that sweet spot where you forget it’s a game for a second.

What really caught me off guard was how much control you actually have - choices that twist the story, relationships that grow (or explode) depending on how you play it. One minute you’re connecting clues on a board, the next you’re being pinned against a wall by a sorceress with glowing eyes and a tongue that doesn’t care about rules. It’s messy, horny, and weirdly smart about pacing. Like it knows when to make you laugh, when to make you hard, and when to make you wonder if you’re the real criminal here.

War, corruption, horny furries and way too much trouble for one guy with a dick and a bit of bad attitude. That is basically the whole vibe of Time of Pariah, and it somehow works way better than it should. You play this mercenary bastard stuck in a filthy port city where everyone is lying, everyone is fucking, and nobody really cares if you live or die, as long as you keep doing the dirty work. The whole thing is text driven, so yeah, you actually have to read, but the writing hits hard and the images pop in at just the right moment to make you go “oh fuck, ok, I’m into this now.” One second you are following some gang politics, next line you have a big titted beast girl pressing you against a wall and asking if you are brave enough for her tail in your ass. It feels like reading horny crime fantasy fanfic written by someone who reads real books but still spends nights on Pornhub and F95.

What I like is how much control you feel even when the story is basically choking you. It is a sandbox, but not that empty kind where you run in circles doing fetch quests. You wander the city, poke at different factions, stumble into weird scenes and the game just quietly remembers what kind of bastard you are. Go hard into dominating people and the world starts reacting. Play the nice guy and you still end up handcuffing some futa wolf with huge tits in a back alley, just in a slightly more “romantic” way. There is a lot of bdsm flavor everywhere. Not just “here is a whip, click for pain.” You get situations where you have to decide if you want to break someone’s pride, or let them keep a bit of control, or even let them dominate you while you pretend you are fine with it. Vaginal, anal, all of that is there, but it feels tied to the power games, not just shoved in a menu. Futanari shows up in this very natural “of course she has a cock, what did you expect from a horned champion in a war cult” way and suddenly you are on your knees and the text is describing every inch of it. I wish the log text could be scrolled in a smoother way on mobile though, it stutters on my old Xiaomi and it makes me crazy and then I forget what choice I was thinking about.

On phone it is dangerously comfy. You sit there, screen vertical, flicking between story branches with one finger like it is just another WhatsApp chat, except in this chat a catgirl enforcer is explaining how she is going to ride you until you beg and the game actually lets you answer if you want to beg, insult, or flip her and go full male dom on her. Some scenes are brutal in a good way, slavery vibes, chained throats, rough anal where the text does not pretend it is “gentle domination” at all. Then ten minutes later it gives you a quiet scene in a tavern where a big chested fox girl laughs too loud and you can just flirt instead of fucking her brains out. Sometimes it feels like the story wants to be serious dark fantasy about crime, war and gods, then out of nowhere you are balls deep in a furry gladiator and thinking about how her fur would smell if this was VR. The pacing is all over the place, choices appear, disappear, stats shift, and occasionally you click something on instinct and only after you see the scene you go “oh shit, I just sold that guy out.” That messy feeling is what keeps it hot though. It feels like the city is alive, like you are just one horny merc drifting from blowjob to betrayal to another blowjob. And yeah, the UI buttons are tiny on mobile and nobody will fix it, but whatever, I still keep tapping them with my thumb and telling myself “ok, last scene” then suddenly it is three plot twists and two orgasms later and I have no idea where my evening went.

Zombie world, everything fucked, and instead of saving the planet you mostly end up staring at your own family’s asses. That’s pretty much the basic vibe here, and if that sentence already makes you twitch a bit, good, you’re the target. Story starts simple: world collapsed, infected everywhere, and this weirdly lucky family is immune. You play the son, stuck in some half-broken shelter, looking at your mom’s tits bounce while she tries to be “serious leader of the group” in a tank top that clearly lost the war a long time ago. The game pretends it’s about survival, but it’s actually about how many ways you can slowly push everyone around you from normal to horny to “ok fine, fuck me already.” And the way it does it is not subtle. You click around like a standard point and click, scavenging for food, water, bullets, and then suddenly you’re “accidentally” walking in when your sister is masturbating on a dirty couch, all sweaty from “nightmares.” Sure. Nightmares.

What I liked is that the corruption doesn’t just flip on instantly. You start with completely tame stuff, like catching mom changing her bra in the bathroom, or waking up at night and seeing your aunt walking around half naked because “it’s too hot” in the bunker. You can choose to act like a decent dude or you can linger, watch, grope when the scene allows. The game makes you feel like a creepy bastard, but it also kind of pushes you into it with all the teasing. There’s this one moment where you’re supposed to check the perimeter for zombies and instead you’re spying through a cracked door while two of the women shower together to save water. It goes from “we’re just washing each other’s backs” to one going down between the other’s legs, licking her like they forgot the world outside is literally dying, and you’re stuck there, zoomed in, clicking to catch every angle. The weird part is that you do actually need resources, so you keep going out, looting ruined houses, fighting off infected, and then coming back to use whatever you found as bargaining chips to push boundaries. New sex toys show up, you trade safety for favors, offer booze for private “thank you” scenes, and every little thing you do can tilt them further into being okay with getting undressed in front of you, then touching, then sucking, then full-on group sex on some filthy mattress like it’s a family camping trip gone very, very wrong.

The horror angle is there, but half the time it feels more like the horror is that everyone’s moral line keeps slipping. One evening you get a power generator running, and instead of using it for something reasonable, you load up some old real porn files you scavenged from a dead guy’s laptop. Suddenly you’re watching porn with your own mom and sister “to keep spirits up,” and they pretend to be uncomfortable, but their legs shift, they breathe deeper, you see nipples poking through thin shirts. Later on, they copy what they saw, badly at first, awkward blowjobs and clumsy grinding that feels way too real, then they get bolder. There’s a scene where they “reward” you for keeping them safe, and the camera just sits there, low, right behind mom’s ridiculous ass while she rides you, while another girl sits on your face, and in the background you can still hear zombies groaning outside, like some fucked up laugh track. I liked that the game lets you choose how much of an asshole you become, but at the same time it doesn’t, because the best scenes are locked behind you being manipulative as hell. Incest is not a side thing here, it’s the main meal, with voyeurism and exhibition tossed on top. Sometimes it tries to be emotionally deep, with them crying about the old world or losing friends, and the next screen you’re pushing a vibrator inside your “innocent” relative because she can’t sleep. It’s trashy, it’s horny, it’s surprisingly tense, and you will absolutely tell yourself you’re playing it for the survival mechanics. You’re not.

Gates stay closed for most people. That is your power here. Filthy, lonely, way too horny power. The shelter is a mess of religion freaks, smartass scientists, and regular survivors who just want food and someone warm to grind on at night. You stand at the entrance of this “Secret Refuge”, watching the wasteland crawl up to your door every day. Some come begging, some come armed, some come half naked and pretending they’re just “cold”. You know they’re not just cold. Every face at the gate is a new excuse to play god and pervert in the same time. Let someone in because she has huge tits and looks like she’ll be grateful later? Sure. Or reject her and take the bribe from the priest behind her instead. You don’t get a morality score. You get hard or wet, and you get consequences.

The fun part is how normal everything pretends to be at first. You’re just checking stories, weighing lies, clicking choices, watching the corruption creep slowly into your little bunker church of fake safety. The religious faction starts out all “holiness” and “virtue” and ends up asking you to “inspect” new girls to see if they are “pure enough” to share bed with the blessed. Pure my ass. One night you’re forced to “test” a convert while she’s pretending to sleep, hands sliding under her robe, checking “obedience”. The game just calls it “inspection”, but she’s breathing heavier, her thighs open, and you’re free to decide if you stop there or push her legs apart and fuck that tight pussy while she whimpers and pretends she is dreaming of angels. Another time you let a pervy scavenger inside because he offered rare batteries, and two days later you catch him groping a scared rookie guard in the storage room. Instead of stopping him you can join, press her against the crates, squeeze her big ass while he holds her arms, turn “harassment” into a full-on spitroast the factions will cover up because you’re useful. That’s the kind of moral system here: everyone wants to look clean while they’re covered in cum.

It’s all managed through this mix of point and click, light puzzle stuff, and sandbox routines that actually make you feel like you’re speed-dating disasters. Every day is another set of choices: accept the nun with suspiciously huge tits, or the hacker girl with AI-generated ID who flirts like she knows you watch porn on your phone before sleep. Each one opens some new event later in the corridors: a “holy confession” where you finger her under the table, a broken shower door that leads to you pinning a wet, “innocent” scientist against the tile and shoving into her while she’s too scared to scream. There is romance here, in that fucked up apocalypse way where “romance” means slowly corrupting someone until she goes from shy kisses to riding your cock in your tiny room, moaning loud enough the neighbors pretend not to hear. There is teasing: girls leaning over your desk on purpose, soft animation of boobs bouncing under too-thin fabric, quick flashes of panties when you scroll your view too fast. Strip scenes feel like little rewards you stole, not like something you earned fair. You’ll grope, you’ll strip, you’ll grind up against big asses in cramped hallways, you’ll abuse your keycard to “check on” sleeping women and decide if you just watch them breathe or slide your hand under their blanket and play with their nipples until they squirm. Nothing tells you what’s right. Only who lets you back between their legs later. In the end, the shelter survives or falls, but you mainly remember the way you used that gate job to turn a dying world into your own fucked-up harem audition.

Your sister spoils you your whole life, trains you to be her cute little pet, then one day drops the keys to a whole damn apartment complex in your lap and disappears. That’s the basic setup, but it feels more like she sets up a long, slow sexual experiment around you and all her tenants than like a normal “hey, you’re landlord now” story. The place is full of women who are already tangled up with her rules, her kinks, her weird sense of discipline, and now they look at you like a mix of replacement toy, boss, and confused little sub who doesn’t know yet if he or she wants to be on top or on their knees. The sci‑fi layer is not thrown in for cheap lights; it feels like she used tech and contracts and some quiet brainwashing to turn the building into a controlled lab for desire. You walk around thinking the job is just rent and repairs, and ten minutes later you’re deciding if you want to let a tenant milk you until your legs shake, or accept a collar from her and sign away who’s actually in charge.

The game plays a lot with gender choice in a way that actually matters. Picking male or female protagonist doesn’t just swap pronouns and tits size. Some girls want you as a little brother replacement they can tease and edge with slow hand jobs until you babble. Some prefer you as a confused landlady they can flirt with in the corridor, press you against the elevator wall, and slip a toy between your thighs while talking completely normal about water bills. There are lesbian corners of the story that feel like someone watched too much late‑night French cinema and then said “ok but what if they also share a lactation kink and use it to comfort each other after a fight.” One of the better scenes for me was when a strict tenant, who pretends to be all business, quietly pushes you into her room, locks the door, then makes you choose: sit on her face and drip, or kneel on the floor and let her ride your tongue until she decides you’ve earned rent reduction. No fade to black, just this slow, messy domination where you can feel how much she enjoys that you’re supposed to be “landlord” and she still runs the show.

Romance here is twisted but not fake. You do get softer arcs where a girl blushes when you grope her for the first time, then later she’s the one strapping on a toy and pushing it into your ass, talking gently while she fucks you like she’s tucking you into bed. There’s a harem feel, but not the usual “everyone magically loves you instantly” thing. More like your sister stacked the building with women who already have their own desires and problems, and your job is to step into their rhythms. Some tenants want creampie after creampie, using you like a living pump to deal with their stress. Others only open up through toys, through titfucks that turn into confessions, through secret lesbian meetings on the rooftop where they make you watch, hands tied, soaking yourself because they won’t touch you yet. When anal comes up it’s rarely just “oops, backdoor now”, it’s part of this power flow. A tenant sits on your lap, whispers in your ear about how the previous landlord lasted longer, then slowly sinks down on your cock the wrong way around while milking your chest or biting your neck. You keep thinking you’ll flip the script, that you’ll become the real owner, but the longer you stay the more your authority melts into this hazy mix of romance, ownership, humiliation, and very wet thank‑you payments. If you’ve ever wondered how it feels when an apartment complex itself turns into a horny ecosystem where every corridor, every office, and every bed hides a new way for a woman to claim you, this one doesn’t really let you stay neutral. You start as a toy trained by your sister, and half the fun is realizing you never really stop being one.

Some games pretend the NPCs are alive. This one just shrugs and says “yeah, they’re fuckable furniture, what of it?” and somehow that’s way hotter than all that fake “deep story” bullshit. You’re this guy walking around a fantasy shop that’s stuck halfway between game UI and messy wet daydream, with girls who act like they’re stuck in a script until you poke the right flag. They stand there like regular background dolls, looping their little idle animations, and the second you click the right spot it’s like a switch flips and suddenly she’s on her knees, mouth open, doing things that would get you banned off Twitch in two frames. It’s very “what if every NPC in those old RPGs secretly had a hidden blowjob menu” and yeah, that sounds dumb, but it works. The whole world feels like those moments when you tab out of a gacha app and your brain is still thinking “what if I could just grab that sprite and make her strip right now.”

The point and click stuff actually matters here, which surprised me. You’re not just clicking through a VN with fake choices, you’re hunting for angles like a horny QA tester. Hit the wrong thing, she gives a dead-eyed default line, like “welcome, traveler” on repeat. Hit the right part of her body, or the background, or some tiny glowing bullshit you almost miss, and suddenly her dress is gone, tits bouncing, panties pushed aside, whole scene snapping alive. The stripping feels like you’re breaking the game rules in front of it, like you’re exploiting a bug where the dev forgot to lock the clothing layer. You can grope her breasts mid-dialog, shove a hand under her skirt, and the game just accepts it like “yep, that’s a valid action.” Half the fun is doing stuff the UI doesn’t politely suggest. At one point I accidentally clicked a weird object in the corner and the camera just yanked down to her ass and there it was, option to go straight for anal like it was a secret route. I laughed, then clicked it anyway, obviously. Watching the AI art squirm and shift between frames when she’s getting pounded is strangely hot and also cursed. Some frames her expression looks soft and sweet, next one she has this crazy porn face like she’s been on a 12-hour shoot. Feels like a horny slot machine.

What got me was how casual the “free use” vibe feels when everything around you is still stiff and NPC-ish. You can have her sucking you off in the middle of the shop, UI panels floating around like it’s just another menu. She’s moaning, drool sliding down, and the game still treats it like any other interaction, just with more fluids. Sometimes she’s bent over the counter, getting her pussy and then ass used like it’s just another line in the script, and the background doesn’t care. No guards, no “oh no, people will see,” just pure exhibition with all the emotion of opening a vendor tab, which somehow makes it even dirtier. One scene really hit that “reality glitch” thing: she’s doing oral, eyes up at you, but there’s this tiny moment where her idle NPC line triggers in the middle of it, like her mouth is full of cock and she still spits out a shopkeeper line, and it’s fucked and funny and hot all at once. The monster girl bit where she’s clearly not fully human but still reacts to groping like some cheap dating sim is the part I keep thinking about, for the wrong reasons. It’s the kind of game you keep “just checking another route” and suddenly you’re trying to see what else breaks if you ignore the polite options and treat every NPC like a bugged-out sex system waiting to be abused.

Arthur’s story usually gets told like some school textbook: round table, shiny armor, everybody noble and horny only in their hearts. This game looks at that same legend, then grabs it by the balls and asks, “ok but what if everyone here is a fucking mess?” You’re not roleplaying some shy dude in the corner. You’re Arthur himself, big crown, big sword, and even bigger ego, trying to keep a kingdom together while your perfect fairytale queen is slowly getting addicted to someone else’s cock. The “adventure” part isn’t about walking on world map or grinding slimes. It’s watching the whole Camelot fantasy rot from the inside, scene by scene, kiss by kiss, creampie by creampie, like a corrupted bedtime story someone rewrote after three drinks and zero shame.

Guinevere starts out all soft and holy, the classic big tit queen with the kind smile, and the game really takes its sweet time turning that halo into a collar. There’s this early moment where she’s standing in the courtyard, sunlight on her hair, dress hugging her big ass just enough to make you stare, and Arthur reaches from behind to grope her. Very romantic, right? Except the art lingers just a little longer on her blank look. Not disgusted, not happy. Just… empty. Two scenes later Lancelot is pressing her against a stone wall, hand over her mouth, whispering garbage about “protecting” her while his fingers slide under that same dress. The kissing there feels dirtier than half the full sex scenes. She resists, obviously, because she’s “loyal”, but then his hand is cupping her tits through the fabric and you see the nipple poking. The script doesn’t scream about it, but the CG does all the talking. It’s hot and awful at same time. I hated it, I loved it, I screenshotted it, I stared at it on my phone in the grocery line like an idiot.

Since it’s a kinetic story you don’t get choices, and that will piss some people off. You just sit and watch Camelot crumble in slow motion while Guinevere gets pulled deeper into Lancelot’s shit. He’s not some romantic hero, he’s a monster with pretty armor. The game treats him like a beast wearing a human face, a kind of monster girl energy but flipped: he devours instead of seducing gently. There’s a scene where Arthur is out showing off on the battlefield, being all dominant king, boot on some poor bastard’s chest, and he’s thinking about how he’ll reward his queen with a long, slow titfuck when he returns. At the exact same time the story cuts to her on her knees blowing Lancelot, tears mixing with spit, her throat bulging as she fights not to gag. No goofy sound effects, no exaggerated faces. Just wet, ugly, hungry cheating. Then the game shoves you right back into Arthur’s head like nothing happened. That cruel editing is honestly smarter than it needs to be for porn. The group scenes hit even harder, with Guinevere pinned in the middle of armored bodies, hands everywhere, one guy lifting her leg high while another rams into her from behind and the third uses her tits like warm toys. She’s moaning, begging, saying it’s wrong while her pussy clenches around them so hard you practically feel the creampie dripping out in the final frame. Sometimes Arthur is the one giving the orders, sometimes he’s the one being humiliated without even noticing, and sometimes you just want to shake him and yell “open your fucking eyes, king.” But he won’t. The tragedy is baked in, and the game never lets you fix it. You just watch, you jerk off, you feel a bit gross, and then you click to the next scene anyway.