This thing feels like somebody took that whole “dollification” fetish, threw it into Blender and Stable Diffusion, shook the bottle, and never really checked the recipe after. You start as this pretty average dude, nothing special, kind of a background NPC energy, and suddenly you’re surrounded by girls who look like the algorithm has been told “more tits, more ass, more lips, more everything” on a loop. There’s no slow build, no long romance arcs, it’s like walking into a nightclub where the only dress code is “be fuckable” and the lights are permanently set to horny. The bimbo vibe is not just visual, it’s in how scenes are written: they talk like their brain is getting overwritten in real time by your cock and by whatever tech is driving the whole “doll verse” thing. The bodies are cartoon-level stacked, huge round tits that sit high like they’re inflated from the inside, asses that barely fit into the frame, and the camera knows it, keeps sliding down, catching jiggle and tight fabric and those stupidly thin thongs that exist only to be pulled aside.

At some point I realized I was ignoring half the story bits and just clicking forward to see how far the corruption goes. One scene hit me harder than I expected: you’re in this fake-clinical room, like a beauty lab designed by someone who watched too much porn, and the girl is on the chair talking almost normal at first. Lights scan her skin, some AI “enhancement” program runs, and the interface keeps saying stuff like “optimizing obedience” and “sexual output increased.” She’s looking at you, trying to hold onto her old self, then her voice gets softer, words shorter, tits literally bigger a few screen transitions later, her eyes a little emptier, and still she begs you to tell her she looks pretty. Philosophically, it’s super fucked and super hot at the same time. On one level, it is just fetish fluff for people who want big plastic-barbie sluts drooling over their dick. On another, it nails how desire in the digital age tries to flatten women into presets: big tits, big ass, simple thoughts, always “yes.” Of course, I say “nails” like it was planned; it might just be horny chaos that accidentally feels deep when you’re tired and half naked. I kept thinking of Nietzsche and then immediately thinking of how good her nipples looked in that latex harness. No healthy brain should have those two thoughts back-to-back, but here we are.

What actually surprised me most, weirdly, was a small browsing moment. You’re in this selection screen of dolls, like an unholy mix of Pornhub categories and character creation in a RPG, and you can zoom on different parts. I spent way too long just rotating the view around one girl’s ass, trying to decide if the curve was “artificial” enough. The texture has this uncanny quality, a bit too smooth, like AI tried to guess what perfect skin is and overshot it. It made me think about how porn is drifting away from real bodies into this fantasy of “AI generated flesh” that nobody has but everyone clicks on. I complain in my head about the weird hands and slightly off eyes, yet I still keep going, because when she kneels and the screen drops behind her to isolate the movement of her hips on your lap, none of that matters. It’s trashy, it’s overblown, sometimes the writing trips on itself trying to be edgy and just sounds dumb, and one of the early dialogue choices made me roll my eyes so hard I had to alt-tab to Telegram for a minute just to reset my brain. Then you come back, the next scene opens with her in a too-tight crop top, tits almost falling out while she calls you “master” like it’s the only word left in her vocabulary, and all your high-minded critique dissolves into “ok yeah, click next, I need to see where this goes.” The game is full of that clash: horny now, think later, or maybe never.

Everything in this game feels like it started as a joke in a Discord call and then somehow turned into a full porn project. You’re this laid back dude who clearly does not deserve the women around him, wandering around a new city pretending you have a plan, while your fired corporate-queen girlfriend Mia is actually doing the real work. Officially you’re “building a business”. In practice you’re stumbling into horny situations with every insane woman that gets within arm’s reach and hoping it counts as networking. It’s like LinkedIn if LinkedIn involved a lot more spit on dicks and girls grinding on office chairs.

The whole thing leans hard into humor that’s actually funny, not that try-hard meme garbage. The MC keeps throwing stupid lines, and half the time the girls roast him so hard you almost feel bad. Mia teases you like it’s a full-time job, switches from soft caring girlfriend to “I own your dick” boss energy in one click, then pretends it never happened and asks if you’ve answered your emails. One moment she’s talking budgets, next she’s on her knees under the desk, choking a little while she tries to keep eye contact, and you’re mashing options trying not to nut too early because the animation actually sells it. The 3D scenes are pretty detailed, with a lot of focus on mouths, tongue, lips sliding over shaft, all that wet movement that makes a blowjob scene feel alive instead of just puppet-mouth on loop. They even throw in teasing stuff like slow handjobs and that infuriating “she licks the tip and stops” thing, just long enough to make you want to punch your mouse.

It’s not just one girl either. Once Jade shows up, everything goes chaotic. She’s that eyeliner demon that drinks too much and flirts like it’s a knife fight. She’ll grab your crotch in the middle of a serious talk, laugh in your face, then dare you to keep up. There’s a scene where she’s pressed against you in a cramped corner, moaning into your neck while she palms your shaft through the clothes, and Mia walks in, and instead of the usual drama, it turns into this messed up, half-jealous, half-turned-on vibe. Then later you catch Jade with another girl, hands between soft thighs, slow lazy lesbian play that is more about staring and smirking than going straight to scissoring. Lots of groping, fingers teasing over nipples, kissing, one girl grinding on the other’s thigh while you watch like an idiot. Group stuff creeps in naturally, like “oh this business meeting really did just become three mouths and a very busy dick”. Tits get a lot of attention too, with proper titfuck angles where you see your shaft disappear between slick, squeezed breasts and a tongue slipping out to catch the tip. And somewhere in between all the cumshots and quick office hookups, the game pretends you’re making real choices about “partnerships” and “strategy”, which is adorable, because everyone knows you’re just clicking through emails until the next time someone lets you lick them open on the couch.

Everything goes to hell before you even click “start”. Dad bailed to some beach with his side chick, robbed half the city, left the house in debt and full of memories that smell like cheap perfume and broken promises. You drag your sorry ass back from college, thinking you’ll maybe crash a few days, fix some paperwork, then vanish again. Instead you walk into a home full of women who remember you very well, some a little too well, and suddenly that “temporary stay” turns into the hottest, messiest, most illegal summer of your entire life. The place is about to be turned into a college dorm, money is tight, secrets are tighter, clothes are optional, and apparently everybody thinks you’re the one who has to “take responsibility”.

What hit me first wasn’t even the sex. It was that weird feeling of coming back to a house where you used to jerk off in silence trying not to wake anyone, and now you’re standing there face to face with that thick, soft, totally out-of-your-league woman you grew up around, and she talks to you like you’re not a kid anymore. The first time she leans over the kitchen table and you get that POV shot of her tits nearly falling out while she asks you something completely normal, it’s like your brain splits in two. One half is thinking “this is wrong”, the other half is screaming “please bend her over the counter right now”. The game leans hard into that tension. Sleepy late-night visits where someone “accidentally” crawls into your bed. A shower scene where you swear the door was locked and then it just… isn’t. A hand brushing your crotch in the hallway, a “joke” grope that lasts way too long, someone sitting in your lap during movie night a little too close, her ass grinding slowly while pretending nothing is happening. It starts as teasing and harassment and then it slowly turns into mutual corruption. You’re not just some horny puppet either. You choose. Who you comfort, who you push away, who you let keep touching you when you should stop them. The story remembers that later. She remembers that. Her sister remembers that too, which gets real interesting when the twins start getting curious at the same time and your pants are already down because of something completely different.

The sex itself goes from sweet to filthy so naturally it almost feels like real life if real life had way more big tits, lactating milfs and zero HR department. One scene you’re just cuddling and talking about how everything went to shit after you left, kissing her slow, taking her virginity soft and careful while she squeezes your hand and tries not to wake anyone in the next room. Next scene you’ve got her riding you reverse on the couch, her big ass bouncing in your face while she milks your cock with her pussy and begs you to fill her up. The POV shots during creampies are stupidly good, especially when you get to see it drip out while she tries to hold it in because she “doesn’t want to get pregnant” and then later there is a whole route where that risk is not just “risk” anymore. If you like oral, there’s a moment where you’re supposed to be studying and she’s under the desk, stroking you, licking the tip, whispering shit in your ear while your messages ping on your phone. There are messy titfucks with cum on her face, footjobs where you don’t even know how the hell you got into that position but suddenly you’re throbbing between painted toes, interracial threesomes where two totally different bodies fight over your dick, and a group scene that feels like the end result of every bad decision you made along the way. Some girls you gently corrupt, others drag you down with them, and sometimes you wake up with someone riding you half-asleep, using you like a toy and pretending tomorrow will still be normal. The voices sell it hard, too. The gasps when you slip it in her ass the first time, the little laughs when she makes you cum from just her hand, the shaky breathing right before she lets you inside without a condom because “just this once”. There are multiple endings depending on who you commit to or if you try to hoard a whole harem like a greedy bastard, and yeah, you can screw up and lose people. That weird ache in your chest when you pick one girl and see another walk away quietly… somehow hits almost as hard as the orgasm you got from her earlier while she was sitting on your face and grinding.

Thalmeris looks calm from far away, like those fantasy wallpapers you keep on your phone and never really think about. But inside this world everything is broken by old faith, blood and really fucked up desire. You start as this simple farm boy, soft life, fields, routine, the kind of guy that thinks destiny is just a pretty word in a prayer. Then in one ugly, rushed moment the whole thing is ripped away. Fire, screaming, metal on flesh, your father on his knees and some shadow figure cutting him down like he was nothing. And the person you care about most gets dragged off in chains while you are too weak to stop it. Game never lets you forget that you were useless there. It hits hard, more than I expected from a porn game on my phone if I am honest.

After that the story turns into this long walk through a world still shaking after holy war. Religion here is not just flavor, it is everywhere like dust. Half the people you meet quote some old scripture before they stab you. Temples still smell of incense and burned bodies. Knights pray right before they split someone wide open and the blood sprays on the icons. I liked how faith and lust are always touching each other. You see nuns with soft lips and heavy tits whispering about purity then ten minutes later one is on her knees in a ruined chapel, dress rolled up, back arched, moaning your name like a hymn while the candlelight shakes on her ass. It feels dirty in that special way where you know this is wrong but also exactly where you are supposed to be. Fate is a whore here and she is very affectionate.

The teasing is strong in this game, almost mean sometimes. You travel with this barbarian woman, tall and thick, big tits that never quite stay inside the leather, scars on her thighs that make you want to trace them with your tongue. She keeps calling you “farmboy” like an insult, flexing her arms, grabbing your shoulder a bit too tight. There is this one scene at a campfire, she drinks, laughs, stands up to stretch and her top slips just enough that you see the edge of her nipple in the light. She notices that you look and just smirks, sits down again and absolutely refuses to move things further that night. I spent the next battle totally distracted, failing a dodge because I was still thinking about that tiny flicker of pink. Stupid, but also very real.

Some of the best stuff happens in public. There is a city where old temples were turned into markets. You can flirt with this princess in disguise, trying to escape her own bloodline. She is proud, stubborn, always telling you that destiny is bullshit. You sneak with her through crowds, hiding from soldiers, and at one point she pulls you behind a broken statue of some forgotten god. People are walking right on the other side, priests chanting, merchants yelling. She grabs your hand and presses it between her legs through the dress and she is already wet, breathing fast, teeth on your neck. She keeps whispering “we should not, we should not” but her hips push into your fingers. It is not even full sex, just rough grinding and desperate kissing while you both try not to make noise. Exhibition vibe is crazy there, the fear of being seen gives everything this electric taste. Honestly, that short half-clothed scene turned me on more than some later full naked ones.

The game loves big tits and big asses, no lie. Every time you think they reached max size, a new character shows up and your brain says “ok, physics is cancelled now.” There is a devilish woman you meet in a ruin under a collapsed church, red eyes, slow smile, curves that look like someone cheated when they sculpted her. She plays with you a lot. She will appear in dreams, sit naked on your lap, pressing her huge tits against your chest, whispering about your “darkest wishes,” but then ask you to make choices that hurt people you care about. Sometimes when you pick the selfish option, you get this intense sex scene with her, claws on your back, her ass bouncing as she rides you, blood on the altar behind. When you try to be good, she just laughs and disappears, leaving you alone and hard. I hated her and also tried to see her every time.

What surprised me is how your decisions really twist the path. I took one route where I leaned into the whole chosen-by-fate thing, accepted the weird visions, followed the religious signs. Ended with a kind of fucked up holy warrior vibe, girls kneeling to pray with me then crawling onto my cock like it is another altar. In another run I played as this bitter cynic, no god, no plan, just survival. Different people slept with me, some romances never started, some turned cold. There was one ending where the princess I loved stood in front of a burning temple, crown on her head, looking at me like a stranger. No sex, just distance. It hurt more than when some enemies cut me open earlier with that graphic detail like ribs, torn flesh, organs almost spilling. Weird how the game can show guts hanging out one moment and then later make your heart feel more empty than your balls after a long scene. Destiny feels heavy here, but still, every choice you touch with your own dirty hands.