It’s strange how this one tries to pretend it’s a parody while actually getting way too sincere halfway through. You start thinking it’s just cheap fanservice - Mavis smirking in that hotel corridor, Katara leaning against the pool edge - but then, out of nowhere, the dialogues start sounding like somebody’s diary. My English isn’t perfect, but even I can tell when a line hits too real. The Ren’Py interface is fine, though I got stuck trying to adjust the text speed; the button hides behind a translucent menu that looks nice but messes with screen readers. I use NVDA sometimes, and it freaked out completely during the Starfire route. Accessibility zero points there, sorry. But then again, when you’re watching Raven blush and mutter something filthy under her breath, you kind of don’t care about menus anymore.

At first, I thought the 3D models looked stiff; then I noticed how the camera lingers - not on obvious parts, but the small gestures, fingers twitching, eyes half-closed, that moment before someone decides “yeah, I want this.” It’s erotic, yes, but also messy, human. And yet, sometimes, it feels like the devs wanted to prove they could make emotional porn, only to end up making emotional confusion. Kim Possible calling you “hero” right after a scene that’s absolutely not heroic? Weirdly funny. Like the game knows it’s broken and leans into it. I swear one of the background tracks loops a single moan for ten minutes - thought my browser crashed. Didn’t. Just art, apparently.

Also, can we talk about Gwen’s route? She keeps referencing tech stuff that doesn’t exist, like “I’ll hack your desire protocol,” which sounds dumb until she actually pulls off an in-game stat change mid-dialogue. That moment made me laugh so hard I forgot what I was doing. Maybe that’s the point. It’s clumsy, horny, self-aware, and frustrating all at once. There’s no polish, but there’s personality dripping from every busted transition. I hate it. I think I love it. I don’t even know anymore.

This thing is basically a dumb horny pool game that somehow works way better than it should. You get this top view of a billiard table, balls flying around in slow chaos, and your job is kinda reversed: instead of just pocketing stuff, you’re babysitting your own holes so they don’t get filled. Yeah, I know how that sounds. Every time a ball rolls close to your pocket you panic-click on it to smack it away toward the enemy pockets, like you’re playing horny air hockey with gravity. It’s super simple, like those old Flash games you used to boot up at school on shitty PCs, but with a blonde getting railed in a video on the side that keeps running while you’re trying to focus. And you *will* lose focus because she’s not just standing there posing. She’s bouncing, sucking, arching her back while taking it deep, and you’re supposed to be protecting some stupid green felt hole from a shiny white ball while she’s staring at the camera with that “you’re next” look. My brain was split in two: one part doing pool math, other part thinking about pausing and just pulling my dick out.

The funny part is, the more into the video you get, the worse you play. It starts pretty chill, just a couple balls gliding slowly toward your side, you click, they bounce, you feel like a god of pool. Then the tempo creeps up, more balls appear, angles get annoying, and meanwhile the blonde is getting fucked harder, the camera zooms closer, you see spit, see her tits slapping together, cum threat hanging in the air, and suddenly you’re missing clicks. One ball slips into your pocket, you flinch like you actually lost something important. Another one goes in, and the game punishes you for being horny and distracted, which is honestly fair. At one point I was trying to line up a perfect rebound toward the far corner pocket, and as I clicked, she moaned louder, jerked her hips, and I mis-timed so badly the ball rolled straight into my own hole like a traitor. I actually said “fuck you” out loud to a pixel ball. Also the click hitbox feels tiny randomly, like once I swear I clicked dead on but the game just looked at me like, nah bro, you missed, enjoy that ball in your pocket. No idea if it’s lag or me being clumsy with one hand.

It has this weird hypnotic rhythm: click, bounce, glance at the blonde getting her pussy stretched, look back, another ball, another glance, her lips wrapped around a thick cock, tables filling, tension rising. There’s no deep story, nobody cares whose pool hall this is, but she looks like that classic porn-site banner girl from early 2010s, fake lashes, bright lipstick, messy hair, and it hits a certain nostalgia spot. The pool physics are just realistic enough to matter, like you actually can do this scuffed mini bank shot by hitting one ball into another and watching it roll neatly into the far pocket while the first one brushes dangerously near your own side, so your heart does that tiny jump. If you’re the type that gets turned on by multitasking under pressure, this is pure brain rot: your eyes keep darting between the table and her wet, shiny pussy getting pounded, trying to keep all your pockets clean while balls rain from everywhere. I kinda wish there was some crazy twist like her reacting when you win, or the sex changing when you mess up, but no, it just keeps going like a dirty screensaver while you fight the balls on the table. And somehow that’s exactly why I kept clicking “again” instead of closing the tab.

Reika’s whole deal hooked me way faster than I expected. She’s this super competent agent from Solara HQ, all cool and collected, but the main plot is basically, “my husband’s dick got cursed and now I have to work with this greasy engineer dude to fix it.” It sounds like hentai mad libs, I know, but it actually lands. You’re in this mix of mission briefings and quiet lab scenes, watching her try to stay loyal while the game very slowly, almost teasingly, pushes her into messed up situations. The nice part is they don’t shove the NTR in your face from the start. It’s like it’s hiding behind the UI, behind silhouettes, behind those blurred and pixelated bits that you pretend you hate but keep leaning toward the screen to see better. There’s this one scene where you only get Reika’s outline against a workshop light, and you can hear Fredric shifting closer, see his hand kind of implied on her hip, and nothing “official” happens, but you already feel that sick horny mix of “oh no” and “okay but yes.” Then later the same space is reused and your brain fills in the gaps. It’s cheap as hell and also kind of genius.

The 3D bodies are doing the heavy lifting here. Reika is built like some artist’s long-running fantasy project: big chest, big ass, curves that look like they’re trying to break out of the tactical suit. The breasts have this weight that reacts nicely when she turns or leans, not super polished AAA level, but there’s enough jiggle and dragging motion that your lizard brain applauds. The faces are a bit jank sometimes, like her expression slides between “worried wife” and “posed VR chatbot” too fast, and once her mouth looked slightly off center and now I can’t unsee it. The pixelated sex bits are weird in a fun way. You get these animated loops where everything important is censored into chunky pixels, but the motion is very detailed, hips grinding, fingers clenching, fluids clearly there even if you only see them as little bright squares. It kind of feels like watching someone’s hard drive from 2008 got remastered into a VN. And yeah, the NTR angle is “hidden,” but only in the sense that the husband is almost never fully present while all this shit happens around his situation. You get these scenes where Reika is talking about curing him while her body language is slowly surrendering to other hands and mouths, and the game just treats it like normal mission progress. It never screams “hey, you’re being cucked,” it just lets you connect that the cure is taking very long and Fredric is suddenly very “close” to her in the animations. There’s even a moment where the camera lingers way too long on the husband’s sleeping, useless crotch while you already know what Reika did a couple scenes ago, and it hits harder than any explicit shot would. I still hate that one sound effect for the door in the lab, by the way, it’s like a microwave and a printer had a baby, they keep using it, and it completely pulls me out every time, but then Reika bends over some console and I forget what I was complaining about.

Riveroaks looks like one of those nice West Coast towns from Instagram, but this game keeps poking the dirty meat under the skin. You play this broke guy who gets kicked out of home and suddenly finds out his estranged dad is a porn mogul with a new gay studio that needs a handler. Not in the fun BDSM sense. In the “sign contracts and worry about profits while staring at six packs” sense. Half the time you are trying to pretend you are a professional businessman, the other half you are trying not to get a visible boner during casting. The fun part is how casual the world treats sex. Everyone already knows you are Leonard King’s kid. Baristas flirt with you like they want a role, gym bros stretch way too close, and every conversation has this small chance to slide into filth. One second someone is talking about lighting, the next they are describing exactly how they want to be fucked on camera, and the game just goes “yeah this is normal”. As a horror nerd I like when a city feels like it has a pulse, and Riveroaks kind of hums like something alive and wet. Every location feels like a different fetish altar. The arcade with sticky neon, the gym with its sweaty muscle cult, the cute café where the “nice guy” director talks about art and then asks if you are comfortable filming a three-way with a choke scene. None of this is subtle. Sometimes it is hilarious and awkward and horny at the same time, like when you are reviewing test footage and realize the actor is staring straight into the camera, dirty talking you of all people, and the dialogue actually acknowledges your flustered silence instead of pretending you are a blank self insert.

What surprised me is how much the management part and the romance keep stepping on each other’s toes. You choose what kind of scenes to produce, who to cast together, what kinks to push, and later you have to sit with the people you just turned into “content” and maybe flirt with them, or listen when they tell you about their trauma, or both. There is this one moment where you schedule a shoot with a cocky twink and a quiet older guy, thinking “ok, this will sell, simple power play vibe”, and by the time you watch the preview cut you realize they actually clicked emotionally in between all the deepthroating. Then the game asks you, softly but not really gently, if you want to push them harder next time for profit or let them have a slower, sweeter scene. Of course I picked the darker option because I am weak and also curious. The aftermath hit harder than I expected, but then the next scene is just a stupidly funny argument in a bistro over whose ass looks better on camera, so your feelings never get to settle. It is messy, like real life, only with a lot more cum. The main character is weirdly relatable too. Not some porn god, just this slightly lost young dude who keeps flipping between horny, bitter, and accidentally caring. One route has you teasing a muscular cameraman in the locker room, trading nasty jokes until he corners you in the shower and asks if you are just playing or if you want him to ruin you for real. Another has you sharing late night drinks with an actor who looks like he walked out of a yaoi doujin, talking about family while his hand sits a little too high on your thigh. The sex scenes commit. They use the dirty words, they linger on bodies, they let you taste that feeling of being looked at like fresh meat. Sometimes the pacing goes weird and you jump from intense emotional build up to “ok, we are sucking dick now” with almost no breath, but honestly that clumsy cut has its own charm. Porn is rarely tidy. In my head I almost read Riveroaks like a cult story, only the cult is gay porn, and instead of summoning Cthulhu you are summoning audience engagement with horny thumbnails. There is something quietly corrupting about how normal it feels after a while to treat desire as a spreadsheet thing. And then a cute guy smiles at you from across the studio, half naked, and you stop caring where exactly your soul went.