You start as this ex-basketball pro whose knee basically said “fuck you” and ended his whole dream. No glory, no crowd, just meds, weird quiet nights and a body that still looks like it wants to play. Instead of riding the bench in some depressing local league, he gets dragged back to his old college and shoved into a new role: coaching the girls team. On paper, it sounds like a second chance. In reality, it feels like someone dropped you into a horny soap opera with sneakers and sweat. The team is full of young, hungry, very flexible players, all in tight uniforms that look like they were designed by someone who forgot about gravity. At first it’s just drills, layups, yelling about defense, trying to act professional while their tops cling in all the wrong ways when they run suicides. You tell yourself you’re here to “build their skills”, but your eyes keep drifting, and the game absolutely knows that.

What I liked is how it doesn’t pretend to be pure romance. Practice scenes start off normal, then a girl stays behind after everyone leaves, asking extra help with “body positioning”. Your hands are on her hips, guiding her footwork, feeling how hot and close she stands. She stretches in front of you, shorts riding up, and suddenly a harmless one-on-one review turns into her on her knees in the locker room, your cock in her mouth, the sound of showers in the background while she gags and looks up at you. The animations are pretty solid, honestly, especially when one of the sporty girls bounces on you in the coach’s office chair, sweat sliding down her stomach, her jersey half pulled up so her tits move with every thrust. There are creampie shots that linger just long enough to feel dirty as hell, with cum leaking out while she tries to catch her breath and laugh it off like “coach, this… this stays between us, right?” And then it quietly hits you that they still have a game the next day, running around the court with your load still inside, and the game actually leans into that fantasy instead of cutting away.

Stuff gets messy in a more emotional way when your past crashes into your new life. Your ex, the one you knocked up during that messed up phase of your marriage, comes back into the city. She’s not just some side cameo either. She shows up in your new world, watching you play coach, judging you, flirting with you, arguing with you. There’s this one scene where she corners you after practice, in an empty classroom, wearing something way too classy for a campus visit. You’re already stressed from trying not to stare at your players’ asses all day, and then she’s pressing you against the desk, whispering that she misses how you used to fuck her raw, taking your hand and placing it on her thigh, then higher, no panties, already wet. It flips quick from angry talk about your shared kid to her grinding on you, then you pinning her over the desk and sliding into her, her moans echoing down the hallway while you worry someone will hear and at the same time you don’t care at all. The story loves those moments where you’re torn between “responsible adult” and “horny idiot coach”, and it pushes you into choices that end with mouths full, throats used, and more than one girl walking away with your cum deep inside after a long “private session”. It’s messy, dramatic, kind of trashy, very hot, and it feels like exactly the kind of porn VN that doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

Chainsaw Love feels like somebody took a horny fever dream about Chainsaw Man, shoved it into a cheap mobile visual novel format and then accidentally made it way more fun than it has any right to be. You’re in this weird building at night, everything kinda quiet and tense, and then it’s just you and these three women who could absolutely ruin your life in the best and worst ways. It’s not trying to be classy. This thing is a dating sim where Love and Lust are basically your scoreboard, and half the time you’re pretending to care about conversation just so you can push those numbers high enough to see what happens when the clothes start to vanish. And yeah, the girls are exactly who you think they are: Himeno being all messy and dangerous and a little broken, Power acting like a horny goblin with big tits and zero shame, and Makima with that cold smile that makes you feel like you’re both pet and toy.

What I like is how low-key the whole thing is. You’re not running around, no big map, no grinding nonsense, just that building, those girls, and your choices. One minute you’re picking a “Talk” option where you’re trying to say something normal, like a decent human, the next you’re clicking “Flirt” and suddenly she’s leaning in, asking if you’re really that bold or just stupid. When I picked a more pervy answer with Himeno, she laughed, called me out, then still gave me this sloppy, half-drunken blowjob scene that looked like it came straight out of some cursed ai cg generator in the sexiest way. It’s rough, not perfect, but somehow that makes it hotter. Like, it feels wrong, but you still keep tapping. Power’s stripping parts are stupid and amazing at the same time: she talks big, throws her clothes off like it’s nothing, then complains about something random while she’s on her knees. I swear at one point I was supposed to feel romantic, and instead I was just laughing while also fully turned on.

The Lust gates are kind of annoying sometimes. You want to jump straight into oral or a special scene and the game is like “nah, you didn’t flirt enough, go talk more first”. But then you get a little hooked, trying to find the exact dialog chain that makes Makima drop her fake kindness and go full predator on you. Those moments where your choice actually flips the mood are the best: one wrong line and she treats you like a clueless dog; hit the right vibe and she gets close, makes you feel lucky, then reminds you she’s in control while she’s using your mouth or body for her own fun. The art is that ai 2dcg stuff that sometimes looks slightly cursed if you stare too hard, but when she’s swallowing you in some dim room and the camera is just focused on lips, tongue, spit, and those eyes, you stop caring real fast. I kinda wish there were more tiny reactions, like different lines if you fail, but whatever, I still keep replaying trying to unlock that one variation I probably imagined. Chainsaw Love is messy, horny, stupid, hot, and surprisingly cozy to open in a browser on your phone when you’re supposed to be doing something else.

Bad idea to play this for “a quick look” before bed. I opened it, thought “ok, cute nerdy portal experiment,” and next thing I’m comparing dick sizes across dimensions like I’m running a field study for Pornhub Analytics. The setup is simple: you push a big science button, reality hiccups, and boom, you wake up in a version of your world where every guy you know is technically the same person, but personality went sideways. Your smug colleague who used to roast your research in the lab is now this shy, soft-spoken wolf who blushes when you ask about his past. The grumpy boss is suddenly a clingy, needy bear with too much body hair and zero sense of personal space. The fun is in that dissonance: you recognize their faces, their bodies, even little habits, but they act like they never saw you before, and also they want to rail you against the reactor core. I kept treating it like an experiment, tracking routes in Google Sheets, “ok, if I flirt hard on day 2, compliment the chest, pick the horny option on the balcony scene, that gives 0.3 probability of shower sex with the tiger by mid-chapter,” but then I accidentally triggered a tender cuddle scene and was just sitting there, pants around my ankles, feeling weirdly emotional because he called me “his constant” in a universe of variables. Very rude. I did not sign up to be both horny and sentimental in the same click.

The lewd content hits fast once you stop dodging the obvious choices. These guys are big, heavy, and very handsy, and the game does not cut away when things get explicit. There’s fur, sweat, spit, thick knots, messy finishing all over lab equipment, all that. One of my favorite early bits is when the lion version of your coworker pins you against a whiteboard that still has equations on it and starts grinding, and your character is trying to keep talking about theoretical models while his cock is literally leaking on your stomach. I replayed that scene 4 times just to see if changing the dialogue would alter the speed he unzips your pants. It actually does, a little, and that stupid detail made me way too happy. Not everything works so smooth though. There was one romantic build up with the quiet dragon guy where I carefully picked all the soft, nerdy answers, expecting this slow-burn confession, and then the route just kind of swerved into a very straightforward “ok, suck me off in the storage room” with not much transition. Hot, sure, but it felt like the script skipped a page. Same thing with some of the stat checks: you can feel there’s a hidden affection threshold, but the game is shy about showing numbers or giving you clear feedback, which annoyed the min-max goblin in my brain. I still sat there with a spreadsheet, noting which choices led to morning wood scenes, which led to full-on penetration, which just gave me a kiss on the neck that left me more frustrated than turned on. And there is this one background prop, a crooked “safety first” poster near the test chamber, that appears in several sex scenes, and every single time my eye goes to that stupid slightly rotated corner and I get irrationally angry about it, but then the hyena is already grinding on my lap and I forget to be mad until next loop. The thing that keeps me stuck, honestly, is how it mixes nerdy multiverse panic with very blunt, very physical gay sex: you are literally trying to fix a broken dimension while also getting your throat fucked by a jacked canine physicist who argues about causality between thrusts. It should feel silly, it kind of is, but when the bear version of your best friend wraps his arms around you after you both cum on the cold lab floor and mumbles that in his universe you never disappeared, I caught myself pausing the game, staring, and thinking about probability distributions of love across parallel worlds instead of just clicking to the next blowjob. Then I reloaded a save to see the anal route anyway.

Finn shows up at Thebes Sporting Complex thinking he’s just the new sports medic, checking injuries and handing out ice packs, and it turns into this horny circus in space where every scoreboard basically decides who gets fucked. The whole thing is set up like a serious league, with brackets and rankings and those smug athlete profiles, but the rule that the winner of each event gets to top last place twists everything. You feel it when you’re watching the results screen and you’re not thinking “wow, nice time on the sprint” but “oh shit, this poor guy is about to get used like a training dummy in the showers.” And Finn has to predict winners and losers, like some horny bookmaker with a medical license. I liked that you don’t just click through text; you sit there sweating over who’s going to choke in the final round of some sport because you know it changes which sex scene you unlock, and yeah, I savescummed that prediction screen more than once.

What makes it hit is how unapologetically gay and masculine it is. These dudes are big, hairy, sweaty, all different builds, and they actually look like they train instead of copy-paste pretty boys. Locker-room scenes feel like real locker rooms: towels half on, guys talking trash, someone snapping another guy’s waistband, the casual dick flopping when they sit down on the bench and forget they’re naked. Then suddenly it turns into full-on raunch, like the winner pinning the loser up against the tiled wall, making him suck him off before the “official” fuck, or two rivals deciding they’ll both try to come inside the same guy after practice just because they’re competitive idiots. There’s one early event where a cocky sprinter barely wins, and the shy swimmer lands in last, and you get this scene in the exam room where Finn is pretending to check the loser’s pulse while the winner is already pulling his shorts aside, and Finn is just stuck in the middle with a hard-on and a clipboard. I laughed, then I got hard, then I kinda hated myself, then I replayed to see what happens if the swimmer wins instead.

It’s not perfect, of course. Some pacing feels like a long-ass warmup where you’re waiting for the coach to finally say “scrimmage” already, and a couple sports events feel more like excuses to shuffle characters than actual competitions. There’s one background NPC who keeps showing up in crowd shots with this weird arm angle that bothered me way too much and I never got over it, like bro, are you broken. But the scenes you earn for actually paying attention are filthy in a fun way: post-match showers with bruises and hickeys, guys still breathing hard from the event and then breathing harder for another reason, the whole “winner has rights” vibe that sometimes flips because the so-called loser is a total power bottom and drags the champ down by the waistband. Finn gets pulled into it slowly, with those medical exams that linger on groins for a bit too long, ice packs pressed on inner thighs, stretching sessions where he’s holding a leg up and his face is right near sweaty balls. By the time you reach the big leagues and some of the guys remember every outcome you chose for them, it feels like you built this whole web of who fucked who and who still owes who a rematch. It’s messy, horny, a bit stupid in a good way, and it absolutely leans into “sport + dick” like that’s the only rule that matters.

You’re dropped onto the HMS Yuritopia with a flight suit, a hard-on, and absolutely no idea how to handle a cockpit full of horny women who could outfly and outfuck you before breakfast. Seraph Squadron looks like somebody mixed a dating app and a military roster: sharp eyes, tight uniforms, smug smiles that say “I’ll ruin your life and you’ll thank me.” The game treats you like the new toy on base. One minute you’re lining up for launch, hearing the radio chatter click in your ear, feeling that little bump of adrenaline when the engines roar, and then suddenly you’re in the locker room getting cornered by a pilot who wants to see how good you are with your tongue instead of your joystick. The tone bounces around in a way I kind of liked. There’s quiet scenes in the hangar where you just talk and flirt and try not to stare at open zippers, then later there’s this ridiculous moment where you’re half naked in the briefing room, getting a handjob under the table while the commander drones on about mission parameters. Totally not subtle and honestly I respect that.

The lesbian energy in this thing is everywhere. Half the squad has already fucked each other and they’re not shy about it. You walk in on two of them making out behind an open service hatch, one pushing the other against the metal wall, hand up the uniform shirt, fingers sliding under the bra while you’re supposed to be “checking the fuel readings.” There’s a voyeur bit where you watch from a shadowed catwalk, heat in your throat, listening to wet sounds echo in the hangar while one girl rides the other’s face. Later she catches you, of course, and instead of freaking out she just smirks, wipes her mouth, and tells you if you’re going to stare you might as well kneel too. The femdom stuff never feels soft. There’s verbal humiliation that hits quite hard sometimes, like when a squad leader makes you open your mouth and lick the sweat from her stockinged feet, calling you “pet pilot” while she presses her heel against your lips. I didn’t even know I wanted footsies with combat boots under the mess hall table until one scene made the whole tray rattle while she rubbed her toes slowly along your crotch and kept eating like nothing happened. Only thing that annoyed me is the way the same idle animation loops during a really hot BJ scene and I can’t stop seeing it once I notice it, but yeah, I’m still mashing through for the next choice. The choices matter enough to hurt too. Pick the wrong line and that sweet cuddly night in the bunk turns into you on your knees, getting called useless while she jerks you off just to prove she can make you cum even when you’re not allowed to enjoy it. If you want the most out of it, don’t skip the quiet cockpit chats or the after-mission debriefs. That’s where the girls soften up, or pretend to, and that’s also where they decide whether they’re going to ride your lap in the pilot seat later, undo your fly with one hand while the other guides the stick, and make you finish right as you pull off the perfect maneuver.

Regular guy, weird body, hot aunt, that’s the combo here. You start out thinking you’re just this worn-out dude whose joints feel older than your actual age, doctors poking you, telling you stuff that sounds smart but basically means “we don’t know shit.” Your body’s betraying you, you look at yourself in the mirror and you’re like, why do I feel like a forty-year-old salaryman stuck in a younger frame. Only stable thing is the aunt taking care of you, and the game leans into that hard. She’s thick, soft in all the right places, huge tits under those boring “proper” clothes, always bending over just a bit too far, towel slipping on “accident,” walking around the house like she forgot there’s a horny guy watching her every move. At first it plays like a slow burn, just normal days, medicine, checkups, small talk at the table, but your eyes are not staying on the food when she leans forward. You’re trying to be good, she’s trying to be “responsible,” and both of you are failing more and more with each scene.

Then shit gets weird. One event hits and suddenly all that medical mystery isn’t just some random rare disease. You start getting dragged into this hidden side of reality, with symbols, creepy energy, strange people who know more about you than you know about yourself. It’s still a visual novel so you’re mainly reading and clicking, but there’s this nice tension between the supernatural stuff and you just wanting to shove your face between your aunt’s tits. You’ll get moments where you’re following some strange clue, your body flaring up, veins burning, and right after that you’re back home watching her change through a half-open door, cursing yourself but not actually looking away. The voyeur scenes feel dirty in a good way: bathroom door not shut all the way, steam everywhere, outline of her curves on frosted glass, you holding your breath, hoping the game doesn’t just hard cut to black. It doesn’t. It lets you stare, lets you linger, lets you feel like a bit of a creep. And then somehow makes you sympathize with yourself again two screens later.

What I liked is how your condition isn’t just background text. Sometimes in the middle of a teasing moment your body reminds you that you’re broken, your chest tightens or your bones crack, and it kills the mood in a really human way before cranking it right back up. She fusses over you, presses her hands over your skin to “check” if you’re feverish, but the way her fingers slide under your shirt, the way she sits too close on the couch, thighs touching, it’s not exactly medical. There are moments where she pretends not to notice your hard-on pressing against her hip and honestly that’s hotter than just instant porn. You get some light groping situations that start as accidents: her sitting on your lap to fix something above the shelf, you “losing balance” and palms landing right on her ass, feeling that soft give under your fingers, waiting for her to slap you, and instead she just freezes, blushes, keeps talking about something random like nothing’s happening. I did wish the pacing in the middle didn’t slow down so much around the hospital parts, it felt like waiting in a real clinic with bad WiFi, but once the mysterious side of the world kicks in, with hints that your aging is actually connected to something way bigger and darker, the erotic stuff starts to feel more charged too. You’re not only a horny guy peeking on his aunt anymore, you’re a horny guy with some kind of hidden power, and that twist makes even simple stuff like watching her sleep, shirt slightly open, one tit almost spilling out, feel like part of something larger and more fucked up. It’s messy, dirty, kind of trashy in the best way, with that fantasy vibe just enough to make the guilt feel delicious instead of heavy.

Gwen’s story feels like someone smashed together a horny growth fantasy, a clumsy isekai, and a half-finished audio drama, then fed it through one of those AI image models that sometimes makes six fingers on one hand and tits that look like they’re about to file a worker’s union. She starts out pretty normal in the intro, just this curious girl with a bit of attitude, and then the game goes “hey, wanna be futa?” and casually hands you a massive cock like it’s no big deal. I liked that it doesn’t treat that choice like a big moral thing, just a horny setting. You pick, and then the whole tone of the scenes kind of tilts around it, especially in the later encounters where her body starts getting… yeah, really not safe to show on Twitch. The first time the weight gain actually kicks in, it doesn’t come with a big fireworks moment, it’s just some teasing comments, tighter clothes, a CG where her belly and boobs look a bit fuller, and suddenly you realize the game is already steering you down the “bigger in every possible way” slope. It’s sneaky like that. Sexy sneaky. And also a bit stupid, in a charming way.

The visual novel structure is pretty straightforward, but the way the scenes are written has this funny clash going on. You get sweet, curious Gwen asking stuff like she’s trying to learn about the world, then two clicks later she’s moaning about how heavy her tits are, how good it feels when they swell and press against her own arms, or when her growing muscles make her clothes ride up and half the screen is just flexing thighs and bulging pecs. Some of the AI art is actually hot as hell, like those shots where her muscles and curves grow together, thick arms holding up breasts that look too big for her frame, nipples erect and pushing shadows across her chest. Other times her face looks like she remembers she’s an AI render and wants to cry about it. It’s inconsistent, yeah, but that almost weirdly fits the whole “growth chaos” thing. One scene narrows in on her biceps a lot, like the artist had a fetish tunnel vision: veins, sweat, that slight shake when she flexes and realizes she likes feeling stronger and heavier and more stuffed everywhere. Then next scene it’s all about her ass and hips gaining weight, her panties digging in, and the writing just goes straight into, “I can feel my underwear cutting into my skin while my cock throbs against my belly.” That line got stuck in my head for a while, probably because I kept rereading it to hear how I’d deliver it out loud in a recording.

From a voice acting nerd brain, this game is a goldmine of “oh god, I want to read this out loud” lines and also “who wrote this at 2 glasses of wine in?” ones. Gwen switches between playful and desperate so fast. One moment she’s teasing someone about watching her grow, asking if they’re scared of a girl with bigger arms than theirs, next moment she’s in this messy, breathy state, describing how her tits are swelling against somebody’s hands, how heavy they feel, how her cock pulses each time her chest expands. There’s a scene where she’s talking about how her boobs are starting to block her view of her feet while she walks, and the text spends an absurd amount of time on how her bra straps dig into her shoulders, the fabric creaking, that pressure right before it gives in. I kept thinking, “this is exactly the kind of thing guys on Reddit argue about for six pages.” The game lets you pick options that either encourage her to lean into the muscle side of her growth, with her arms and abs thickening, or the weight gain side, where she goes soft but huge, with belly and boobs that jiggle so much you can almost hear the sound in your head. Sometimes it feels like the pacing forgets what it was doing, you go from a hot futa scene where she’s grinding her thick thighs together and complaining how her cock keeps getting in the way, to a filler conversation with a cameo character from another universe that feels like the writer just wanted to name drop. Still, there’s this one late event where everything clicks: Gwen’s taller, wider, chest stretched tight, veins on her biceps, her shaft leaking over a softened, heavier belly, and she’s half laughing, half moaning about how she finally feels like the “biggest version of herself” while begging you to keep making her grow. That scene alone made the whole messy, horny, AI-generated ride feel worth it in its own broken, overstuffed way.

Zombieland feels like somebody spliced a trashy apocalypse porno with a horny creepypasta and then forgot to clean it up, in a good way. You start in this ruined city where the virus already did its thing, so there is no slow build, no “oh no, what is happening” drama. The world is fucked, people are fucked, and half the fun is deciding who you want to fuck while everything rots in the background. You’re moving through half-collapsed streets, broken malls, shitty safehouses with blood on the walls and sex stains on the mattress, and every new face you meet looks like they gave up on morality a long time ago. The fur crowd will spot it fast: the way bodies are drawn has that “I saw too much yiff on e621 as a teenager” vibe. Not full-on classic furry cast, but you see the influence in the proportions, in the way hips and tails are framed, in how the camera loves curves more than common sense. Characters talk about “freedom” like it’s some deep philosophy, but what they really mean is “no cops, no rules, let’s fuck in the ruins while the undead scream outside.” The story keeps drifting between campy Halloween-ish horror and “ok that’s actually kinda fucked up” scenes, like when you’re walking through a subway tunnel full of bodies and two survivors start arguing, then suddenly they are having angry sex with corpses in the background, and the game just treats that as Tuesday.

What I like is how dirty it feels. Not polished, not clean, just raw horny apocalypse brain. One moment you’re hiding from a zombie horde in an abandoned supermarket, checking shelves for those “100% apocalypse-legal” drugs, and the next moment you’re high, pressed against a dusty fridge, getting railed while the moans echo off the empty aisles. Dialog choices push you toward different kinks without preaching at you. You wanna be the pervert who takes advantage of the chaos, or the one who pretends to care then still ends up balls deep in some dark fantasy? Go for it. There’s a scene in a makeshift camp where everyone is drunk on some homemade shit, a guy is telling this long story about his old life, super emotional, and halfway through you realize it’s just foreplay so he can convince you to take part in a public gangbang while zombies claw at the fence. The horror is there, but it’s like a horny backdrop, more mood than threat, even if some scenes do go surprisingly brutal for a “haha sexy zombies” thing. I wish the pacing was less chaotic, but at same time that chaos kind of fits. The art jumps from hot to janky from scene to scene, boobs look fantastic in one CG and weirdly shaped in the next, and sometimes the faces go full meme territory. Text has typos, the tone swings from edgy to goofy, and the game keeps acting like it has something serious to say about “true freedom” while shoving another filthy sex scene in your face. It’s messy. It’s horny. It feels like something that crawled out of the furry side of the internet, found some zombie porn tags and said “yeah, this is my life now.”

You wake up in this sweet, pastel hell of an all-girls school, and at first it feels like one of those comfy slice of life romance things. Soft colors, polite uniforms, the kind of place horny people on Reddit pretend they “just like for the story.” You’re the shy assistant teacher who somehow got dropped into a classroom full of cute students that are a little too into you, smiling a little too wide, leaning a little too close when they ask for “help” with assignments. It looks safe. It acts safe. It is absolutely not safe. There’s this slow itch in the back of your brain every time a girl calls you “sensei” and bends over the desk a bit too low, like you’ve already watched her do that before. Same angle. Same skirt. Same flash of panties. It’s hot, and then it’s weird, and then it’s hot again because your brain is trash.

What I really like is how the game acts like a normal romance VN and keeps gaslighting you. You’re chatting with this quiet girl in the library, she’s blushing because you touched her hand while passing a book, the text is going full horny fanfic, and suddenly she says something like “You didn’t say that last time.” You sit there staring at the line on your screen, opening and closing the log, thinking the script bugged out. Then she stares straight at you, like past your monitor, and asks why you’re still pretending you don’t remember her kissing you behind the gym. That kiss never happened, right? Right? But some part of you remembers how her lipstick smeared on your mouth, and she pressed your hand between her thighs and she was already wet, and now you don’t know if this is a flashback or the game lying or your dick just hallucinating. I played the whole lunch break scene while half reading Discord on my phone and literally had to scroll back because the choices started repeating but with slightly different lines, like the same day is being rewound and recorded over, but your lust stays there, stuck. You get a scene where you’re alone grading homework, one girl sneaks in, sits on your lap, grinds on you, whispers that she’s done this “every day for weeks” and you just forgot again, and the game does not show you those “missing” days. It just lets your brain fill the gaps with filth.

The best part is also kinda fucked up. The romance feels sweet for one second, then it turns into this needy, clingy obsession from the girls, like every route is secretly a yandere route that hasn’t snapped yet. They’ll confess love like it’s a standard school festival moment, but then they drop weird lines like “This time let me keep you longer” or “Don’t reset me again” while they’re unzipping your pants behind a locked classroom door. There’s a scene where one of them drags you to the nurse’s office, sits on the bed, spreads her legs and tells you the world will freeze if you touch her, and you laugh because yeah sure, dramatic much, then the background literally glitches for a second and the text box repeats the same moan twice in a row. It feels like the game is horny for you but also horny for your confusion. It’s romantic, then it’s perverted, then it’s uncomfortable, then you’re jerking off anyway. There are a few moments where the pacing goes to shit and a long slice of plain dialogue kills the buzz right after a hot scene, and some transitions look like the dev rage-clicked through the engine, but honestly that kind of broken vibe fits. It’s like the whole school is a save file that’s been loaded too many times, every girl is part love interest and part glitch, and you’re trapped being the only one whose body remembers every time you fucked them, even when your mind and the script pretend it never happened. And that’s exactly why I couldn’t close the tab.