Your brain ever feel too horny and too smart at same time? This game is kind of like that moment when you’re in bed, phone in hand, porn already boring, and you think “ok, what if I could just program my own dirty memory and fuck inside it?” The main guy here actually does that. He’s this clever, kinda pathetic inventor, surrounded by hot women who treat him like the nice guy who helps with homework, not the guy they ride until their legs shake. He builds this Dream Viewer thing that lets him store memories, twist them, play them back, and even create new ones that feel so real your body literally reacts. The story keeps jumping between “normal” sci fi visual novel talk and “oh shit she’s actually moaning my name while I rewrite her memory so she begs for my cock.” It feels wrong in a way that’s very, very right.

What stood out for me is how the game lets you slide into intimate scenes like you slide into DMs after a few drinks. One moment you’re talking about memory science and weird tech stuff, the next you’re in a lab sequence where the girl is locked into the Dream Viewer, eyes half closed, breathing fast, and you’re choosing what to feed into her brain. You don’t just click “sex scene” and boom, porn. Instead, you pick what she remembers, or what she thinks happened, and then watch her body react in the animation. There’s this one scene where you push a shy girl’s “first kiss” into overdrive until she’s gasping and grinding against the chair, nipples hard through her top, and it’s all under the excuse of “experiment.” Felt slightly fucked up and that’s exactly why it worked for me. It’s not all perfect though. Some conversations feel like they were written by a guy who knows how computers work but never heard real people flirt. The pacing sometimes drags in the middle when you just want to push someone into the device again and instead you get a bit too much “world building” that nobody is reading with one hand in their pants on. Also there’s this minor sound effect during one of the earlier dream loops that repeats in this tiny annoying way, like a soft click, and after I heard it three times I couldn’t unhear it and then the whole scene had this background “tick tick tick” that drove me slightly crazy. Still kept going, obviously.

What actually hooked me is how the dreams mix with reality until you’re lowkey doubting what is real in the game and what is edited memory. There’s a moment where the protagonist replays a memory with a girl in his bed, changes one detail, and suddenly she’s the one climbing on top, grinding slow, whispering dirty shit in his ear that you know never happened for real. The animation there is slow and sticky, hips rolling, thighs squeezing his sides, her hair falling in his face, and it all feels like something you’d replay in your own head later when you’re bored at work. Then later, she talks like that memory is real and you’re just sitting there thinking “wait, did we just gaslight this woman into remembering a blowjob she never actually gave?” Sexy and messed up. Also, some scenes go full sci fi fetish, with lights, cables, soft machine noises and a girl in almost nothing, arching her back as the device pumps a perfect fantasy into her mind. It hits that vibe of VR porn but nastier, because it pretends to be emotional and then slams you with pure raw sex. The gallery is nice for quick hits, but the real fun is when you’re crawling through the choices, slowly turning each beautiful woman from “out of your league” into “completely addicted to the dreams you create for her,” and maybe into something even more dangerous that I absolutely won’t spoil, mostly because I’m still not sure if I liked that turn or just got horny in spite of it.

Matthew is a bit of a mess, and honestly that makes him hot in a weird way. Fresh grad, no clue what to do, absolutely overwhelmed by daddy issues and pressure, then suddenly you drop into his head like some horny guardian angel with an agenda. You’re not just clicking through his story, you’re literally steering his thoughts, poking at his fears, dangling pleasure in front of him like a carrot while the whole “save humanity” thing sits in the background going hello, remember me. One moment you’re having a serious talk with him about what it even means to choose something freely, next moment you’re pushing him to say yes to a girl who is clearly trouble, just because you want to see how far he’ll go when his dick is making the decisions instead of his brain.

The sci‑fi angle isn’t just some lasers and space wallpaper either, it feels more like you’re a strange higher being that can be both kind and a complete bastard at the same time. You flirt with him without ever really being on screen, which is kinda fucked up and kinda hot. Telling him “trust me” while you line him up for a threesome, watching him hesitate, then finally give in and grab those hips like he’s been starving his whole life. The sex scenes go from tender “I want you to feel safe” to full on “shut up and take it” pretty fast if you push him there. There’s this one moment where you convince him that relaxing is part of the mission, and he ends up with a girl riding him slow on the couch while the TV shows news about the world going to shit. He’s moaning, sweat on his chest, and in the corner the headline is literally talking about collapse. That contrast sticks in the head more than any cheap porn loop.

Not everything hits perfect though. Sometimes he overthinks in huge text blocks when all you want is to pull someone’s panties aside and get on with it. There’s a choice where you just want to say “yeah sure, let’s fuck”, but the option is written like some philosophy homework and you kind of roll your eyes. Still, when the visuals line up just right, the bodies look good enough that you forget you were annoyed five seconds ago. I liked how some of the girls don’t instantly act like brainless sex toys, they argue, they doubt, and when you finally talk Matthew into crossing a line with them, it feels dirty in a very human way. You watch him slide a hand under a shirt, fingers brushing nipple, her breathing changing, and in the back of your mind you know this might screw up his future, his morals, his “save the world” plan, but you press continue anyway. And that tiny guilt mixed with arousal, that’s where this game actually gets interesting. It’s not just about how many positions you can unlock, it’s about you slowly realizing you’re enjoying breaking this boy while pretending to guide him. Which, to be honest, says as much about the player as it does about poor Matthew.

You wake up on this flying steel hotel called HMS Yuritopia, officially as “new fighter pilot”, unofficially as “dude dropped into a horny anime base”. The whole thing has this weird mood where half your brain is going “ok, we have mission briefings and air combat to worry about” and the other half is looking at the Seraph Squadron girls in their tight uniforms and thinking about literally anything except safety protocols. It starts pretty tame, just chatter in the hangar, some teasing, a bit of MC awkwardness, you picking dialogue options and trying not to sound like a complete idiot. Then very quietly the game puts your dick on a rails and goes, yeah, this is about sex, romance, and also jets, try to keep up.

What I like is how it doesn’t shove you straight into porn from line one. You flirt, you pick sides, you piss someone off by choosing the “cool” answer that actually lands as cringe, and the game remembers it. One scene you’re in the cockpit, comms crackling, adrenaline going nuts while you chase bogeys over some nameless ocean, and then later you’re in the locker room with one of the girls, the air still buzzing from the mission, her boots half unlaced, her flight suit hanging loose from her waist. She lifts her foot onto the bench, starts smirking down at you, and suddenly you’re on your knees, cheek pressed to her thigh, tasting sweat and soap while she rubs her toes along your lips like she owns your mouth. She doesn’t even need to say “good dog”, you feel it. The game loves that kind of power imbalance, like constant little reminders that yeah, you’re the pilot, but they’re the real aces here, especially when it comes to your body.

At some point you end up in this semi-private observation deck, glass all around, stars and clouds outside, and one of them decides to use you as her stress relief. She sits on your face while the ship hums around you, legs clamped tight, voice dripping trash talk. She calls you pathetic in one line and then fingers your hair in the next, sighs like she’s actually proud you know how to use your tongue. You can feel her heels against your back, pressing, like she’s pinning you there so you don’t even think about breathing before she’s finished. Later, another route, you’re in her cabin, lights low, she makes you sit on the floor between her knees while she lazily strokes you with one hand and pats your head with the other, talking in that soft pilot briefing tone about how “a good subordinate obeys every order”. The handjob is slow and almost painfully controlled, she stops right before you cum just to tilt your chin up with her toes and ask if you deserve it. That’s the kind of mean that sticks in your brain. And then somewhere else, way less dramatic, you’re just in the mess hall, talking shit about loadouts and missions, and two girls are basically flirting with each other over your plate like you’re just background furniture, brushing each other’s fingers, trading little looks, and it’s somehow hotter than the obvious blowjob scene that comes later in the corridors when one of them drags you behind a bulkhead, drops to her knees, and uses you to wipe that smug smile off your face, except it doesn’t work because now you’re the one whimpering against the wall, trying not to make noise while she dribbles spit down your shaft and laughs quietly every time your hips jerk. The whole thing feels like romantic drama and horny barracks gossip got locked together in a cabin, and you’re the idiot who knocked on the door at the worst possible moment.