You start as this guy who just got kicked out of his job as a nightclub bouncer, tossed aside like trash while drunk idiots you used to throw out are still inside buying bottles. You’re pissed, broke, and then you find out your own dad fucked you harder than any of the scenes in this game by stealing from the local crime boss. So when the kingpin drags you in, you’re already in that “I’m fucked anyway” mindset. Instead of just killing you, he realizes his spoiled, hot-as-sin daughter Angel needs a bodyguard. She’s got that mix of rich girl attitude and hidden vulnerability that makes you wanna fuck her and protect her at the same time. One wrong move and she gets hurt. One right move and she moans your name with mascara running. The game pretty much lives in that tension. You’re walking behind her in tight dresses, watching her ass sway while some sleazy businessman stares at her chest, and you’re deciding if you break his nose, humiliate him, or just quietly enjoy the view and let things go way too far later. It gives you this weird power trip where you’re the dog on the leash, but you also hold the chain.

The routes sit on top of that simple idea and twist the knife. If you play nice, act like a gentleman, take hits for her, pull her out of danger, keep your dick in your pants when you should, you get the sweet side. Soft kisses after a gunfight, her clinging to your arm, slow sex scenes where she’s actually looking in your eyes, whispering that she feels safe with you while you’re sliding inside her. Then you replay, pick the “jerk” options, and you’re still saving her, just treating everyone like shit, grabbing her by the chin, fucking her against the bathroom sink while she’s half mad, half soaking wet, begging you to be rougher. The game is at its nastiest when you start drifting into those choices where you don’t fully protect anyone. There’s that bar scene where Angel is drunk, some other guy is clearly checking her out, and you can either shut it down or “watch what happens.” If you look away, pretend you don’t see, the game punishes you in a different way. You walk back into the room later and she’s already on her knees for him, lipstick smeared, her voice all needy while the other guy is gripping her hair, and you just stand there like a ghost. It hits that netorare vibe pretty hard, especially when she still smiles at you after like nothing happened, or worse, when she tells you she thought you didn’t care. The sharing route feels even more twisted, because now you’re not just a coward, you’re the one who opens the door. You say “yeah, go ahead,” and watch her get tossed around by other men, sometimes with you joining in, sometimes not, and the game really likes to show her brain getting rewired from “my protector” to “use me more.” Vaginal scenes are the core, and they are not shy. Missionary with her legs shaking around your waist, her nails scratching your back while she’s cumming and calling you “boss” or “sir,” then later in the darker paths, the same position but with a different man, and you just seeing it from the side like some pathetic extra. The romance angle actually works when it wants, and then the corruption cuts through it like a knife, so you end up horny, annoyed, turned on, and a little bit angry at yourself for choosing what you chose, which is exactly why it kinda sticks in your head after you close the tab.

Stormbound Hotel feels like someone mashed together a horny ghost story, a dating sim, and that awkward moment when Pornhub auto-plays a video you didn’t exactly search for but you keep watching anyway. You’re the poor bastard who runs this weird, isolated hotel, basically a pretty boy receptionist who accidentally signed a contract with... whatever the hell that thing in the background is. It comments on you, on the girls, on your choices, like a shitty Twitch chat that can read your thoughts. The place looks fancy at first glance, but it has this “you’re not going anywhere” vibe. Doors feel more like rules than furniture. Guests show up, storms hit, secrets drip out slowly, like cum on the floor you forgot to clean. You're supposed to be a gracious host, but the whole building is basically one big voyeur nest, watching everything, quietly jerking off to social tension.

Sara is the first real test. She walks in like a normal guest, soaked from the rain, kind of nervous, kind of curious. Nothing too wild at the start: you offer towels, small talk, that polite flirting where you’re both pretending it’s just normal hospitality, while the camera keeps hanging on her chest and legs longer than it should. She’s got those big soft tits that the game clearly loves to show, clothes clinging when wet, little hints of nipples, this teasing rhythm where you’re not sure if you imagined it. Scenes start tame: a hand “accidentally” brushing her thigh, a joke that’s almost too sexual, her catching you glancing at her boobs through the hotel uniform. Then you get those choice points where the whole vibe shifts. You lean in too fast, she shuts down. Play it slow, she opens up. It’s not subtle exactly, but it feels like the game actually wants you to read her mood, not just mash the horny option. When she touches herself in that lonely room and you watch from the shadows, it’s hot, but also kinda fucked up how normal your character treats spying on a guest masturbating. I liked it. I hated that I liked it. Then I liked that I hated it.

At some point the game starts slipping in more explicit stuff: messy blowjobs where you see her struggle for breath a bit, handjobs where her fingers glide with this lazy, intimate pace, footjobs that come out of nowhere like “oh, we’re doing that now, okay.” The camera loves her feet almost as much as her tits, focusing on toes curling when she gets close, or her sole pressing on your cock while she gives you this half-innocent, half-knowing smile. There’s a scene where she tries a toy in the bathroom, the kind of thing that looks like she brought it “just in case” but the hotel is clearly egging her on. Wet sounds, little gasps, mirror shots, the usual, but the fun part is that you know she thinks she’s alone while the hotel is basically watching every move. It sometimes cuts just before you expect explicit penetration, then later throws a full-on vaginal scene in a place that feels almost too public, with doors not quite closed and the constant risk someone sees you. The sex itself is straightforward: big boobs bouncing, mouth wrapped around you, your hand on her hair, her legs spread on the bed or couch, her bare feet rubbing you until you twitch. It’s not reinventing porn or something, but the whole hotel setup, with this creepy spectator voice and you as this half-trapped, half-lucky host, gives it this strange flavor of erotic pressure. It’s romance, sure, in a broken way. The kind of romance where someone falls in love with the person who keeps watching them when they think they’re alone, and the game pretends that’s almost sweet.

Ugly bastard enjoyers are eating good with this one. It starts almost innocent, with these hot girls in bikinis just hanging around like it’s some cheap summer mobile ad, all shiny skin and big fake smiles, and then the camera kind of lingers too long on this wrinkled old dude in the corner. You know exactly what kind of ride you’re strapped into. The game flips between a male protagonist you actually control a bit and these poor girls’ POV, and that works way better than it should. One second you’re the younger guy thinking with his dick, trying to sneak glances at jiggling tits and fat asses, next scene you’re basically watching an old, ugly biker bastard slowly sink his claws into the same girls. There’s a weird, nasty charm to how unromantic it is. No flowers, no bullshit, just groping in a changing room, a blowjob behind a bar counter, or a hand sliding up a smooth thigh while someone pretends they’re not getting wet from it. The animations help a lot; they’re rough, not Hollywood-level smooth, but the way the boobs bounce when he grabs them, the way the ass ripples when he fucks her from behind, it hits that dirty porn energy instead of “clean VN loop”.

I liked how the sex escalates. It doesn’t just throw you straight to full-on creampie in ten clicks. At first it’s teasing, light groping, some boob pressing under a bikini top that barely fits over those big tits. There’s this scene where the brunette is sitting on a bike, short shorts riding up, and the old bastard just plants his hand on her ass, fingers digging in, and she does that tiny flinch that says “don’t” and “keep going” at the same time. Then later you’re watching him get a lazy titfuck while she looks away, all ashamed, and you can actually feel that NTR sting if you were following her earlier scenes with the younger guy. Oral scenes are dirty too: spit strings, gagging, mascara a bit smudged, and when he finally shoves his cock in and finishes deep, the creampie is shown in detail, not some white blur. The game loves internal shots, which is great and also kind of overused, but I’m not complaining, except when they skip the cleanup and just fade to black. Who does that? Also, the crossover moments are unexpectedly fun, like suddenly seeing a blonde you recognize from another project show up and immediately get manhandled, her bikini pulled aside, ass up and getting pounded while she tries to act like she’s too classy for this. It’s male domination all over the place, a lot of power imbalance, old ugly man on young hot meat, interracial scenes where the contrast is played up hard, and that nice mix of blowjob, handjob, titfuck, vaginal stuff that keeps it from feeling samey, even if the game itself is kind of unapologetically trashy. In a good way. Or a very bad way, depending on what part of you is judging.

Belle feels like that coworker you always half-suspected was trouble, except here she’s already in your apartment, already in your life, already your partner in this weird blurry space between romance and “we’re about to break something important.” The game drops you straight into that mood where work brain hasn’t fully turned off but she’s bouncing around with this secret purchase, acting smug and horny at the same time. It calls itself lighthearted, and yeah, it mostly is, but it keeps poking at those little power fantasies office people usually bury under spreadsheets and Slack messages. One moment you’re joking about expense reports, next moment she’s waving around a magic thing that messes with bodies like it’s a new productivity app. I actually opened Discord mid-play to tell a friend “this woman is absolutely going to ruin the universe,” then went right back because I wanted to see how badly she’d mess you up first. The humor is very “someone wrote this after a long week at work” and that kind of fits. Sometimes a joke lands really stupid and then two screens later she says something filthy and you forget you were rolling your eyes.

The main kick here is watching bodies change in front of you and deciding just how far you let it go. Belle starts off as that cute, slightly chaotic partner type, then the game keeps handing you these little yes/no moments, or “push it more / let it calm down” choices. Her tits don’t just grow, they creep up on you. It feels like the game is going “this is still fine, right?” until suddenly her shirt looks like it’s about to explode and she’s acting like it’s the most natural thing ever. Same with your own body; at one point you’re this regular guy unwinding after work, later you’re glancing at the screen thinking “ok this cock is honestly too big, where does that even go.” When she teases you about “testing capacity” I had that tiny second of “yeah sure, fantasy logic” then she actually tries and you can almost feel the weight of it, like the scene is slightly too cramped for what the writer stuffed in. There’s a moment where she’s redhead hot, tits huge, climbing on you, and the line between playful and almost predatory is very thin, and that’s what lingers. Not the joke, not the silly world-saving comment, just this woman laughing while she slowly rides more of you than seems physically sane.

The structure itself is that VN-style branching, nothing surprising, but the way it uses it feels like you’re in a dirty lab experiment. “What happens if I let her push that button again?” “What if I say no this time?” The game doesn’t explain shit, it just trusts that you understand how these menus work after playing any other VN in browser. I kind of hated the tiny pause before some of the transformation beats. The text sits there, one more click, you know something’s going to swell or stretch, but the pacing is slightly off, like the writer was tabbing between this and Twitter. There’s also this blonde version look that shows up and I actually preferred that over the red, then the scene cuts away right when it’s getting interesting and never circles back, which annoyed me more than any bug would. On the fantasy side it’s not deep lore, it’s just “we found weird power, let’s abuse it” and that actually says something sad about how we treat bodies as toys in media, but then Belle’s giggling while your cock is throbbing and I stop being a responsible academic and just click the filthiest option. I wish they’d done more with the business angle they hint at, like turning office politics into literal body politics, but they don’t and they probably never will, which is almost charming in a lazy way. Anyway, the scene that stuck in my brain is this: you standing there way too hard, she’s bigger, softer, heavier on your lap, saying something stupid like “for science,” and both of you know this isn’t about science at all, it’s just about how far this evening can bend before it snaps.