There’s something dirty and oddly charming about how this game throws you into the Star Wars universe and just says, “Yeah, screw the rules, you’re in charge now.” It’s not subtle, not elegant, and that’s the fun of it. You play this nameless guy - could be a smuggler, could be a fallen Jedi, doesn’t matter - and you’re basically collecting some of the galaxy’s most famous women. Ahsoka, Padmé, Bo-Katan, Aayla… they all end up in your orbit, and none of them are safe from your hands, or mouth, or whatever toys you decide to use. It’s rough, messy, and surprisingly story-driven for something that’s mostly about who’s getting fucked next. The dialogue swings between dark humor and raw lust, like someone writing fanfiction at 3 drinks in. Sometimes it’s cringe, sometimes it’s hot as hell. Both work.

The scenes don’t hold back either. You’ll go from a teasing handjob in a dim cell to a full-on group session that feels like a twisted Jedi Council meeting gone sexual. There’s this one bit with Barriss that starts all defiant - she spits at you, all attitude - and ends with her begging for more while you’ve got her bent over the interrogation table. The sound design makes it even filthier than it should be. I swear whoever did the moans knew exactly what they were doing. And the whole domination angle? It’s heavy but not cartoonish. You can tell the devs actually wanted the power dynamic to feel intense, not just checkbox kinky.

I kept expecting the fantasy to break, for it to feel too game-y or fake, but somehow it doesn’t. The mix of control, humiliation, and that weird sense of ownership over these iconic women - it’s disturbing and erotic in equal measure. You might feel guilty for enjoying it, but that’s part of the kick. The galaxy’s never looked this depraved, and honestly, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Thomas is that kind of guy every Overwatch nerd pretended to be back when D.Va voice lines were stuck in our heads all day. Except here he actually did it. He is in the team, he sleeps in her bed, he knows exactly how loud she moans when you pull her pigtails and shove her face into the mattress. On paper the relationship looks perfect: famous Korean mecha princess, loyal boyfriend, fans screaming her name on Twitch while she rides his cock after a match like it is just another ranked game. But there is this tiny itch under his skin, like when Battle.net lags right when you ult. Everything is good, nothing is wrong, and yet he wants more. Dirtier. Meaner. Less “idol” and more “cum toy with cute cheeks”.

Then that weird mail shows up, like spam you should ignore but you click it anyway because horniness beats common sense every single time. It is not some big magic ritual or epic prophecy nonsense, it is more like someone slid a cheat menu into his life. One by one, the little options open up. Lower her shame. Boost her arousal in public. Crank up obedience when you whisper in her ear. And you just watch this bright, cocky pro gamer girl, who talks trash in voice chat and winks at cameras, slowly start blushing when you tell her to go out without panties under that tiny skirt. At first she protests, acts all “babo, we can’t, the fans!” and then she is sitting on your lap in the parked car, skirt hiked up, drooling around your dick while people walk right past the tinted window. That moment when she looks up with full ahegao eyes, lipstick smeared, and you realize she is way more into humiliation than she wants to admit, hits harder than any highlight reel.

The fun part is how it mixes the silly parody vibe with really rough stuff. One scene she is doing her cutesy “Nerf this!” type voice while riding a vibrating toy you control from your phone, pretending it is just “training gear” for long matches. The next night you have her tied up in some basement that looks way too close to a practice room, wrists burning against ropes, ass already red from spanking, and you are forcing her to count every slap in broken English while she tries not to scream your name. She cheats on you and it is still your win, because you ordered it. You push her into these messed up “swinging” setups where her so‑called allies get a taste of her, but she is trained so well that she only cums when you tell her she is allowed. The anal scenes hit weird too; the first time she is so proud and cocky, saying she can “tank anything”, then three thrusts later she is babbling like a drunk support player, clutching at you, mascara running, begging you not to film it while you obviously already did. Some bits are slow, like a ranked queue on a dead server, and sometimes the jokes miss, but then there is that one moment where she walks out on stage, still wet from the sex toy hidden inside her, winking at the crowd while you raise the vibration level on your phone, and suddenly all the little rough edges of the game feel on purpose.

The game starts like that kind of cheesy shoujo anime you watch when you’re tired and horny at the same time: exchange program, awkward boy, mysterious girl with eyes that look like she’s either going to kiss you or curse your whole bloodline. The twist is he actually has that bloodline. Half demon, half angel, zero clue. He just thinks he’s some regular guy getting lucky with a cute green‑eyed foreign girl, while the universe is basically waiting to fuck him over and also literally let him fuck monster girls. The tone jumps from soft romance to “oh shit, I just blasted a thing across the room with my hands” pretty fast, but it doesn’t feel like Marvel, more like a horny fanfic someone wrote after binging too many isekai shows. I mean that as praise. Kind of. The writing has this slightly broken, ESL energy that actually matches the main guy’s confusion. People talk like real horny students who type in Discord at 3 different languages at once, not like Hollywood actors. Sometimes the dialogue is corny as hell and then suddenly the girl says something filthy and my brain does a double take. It’s like reading a love letter and a Pornhub comment at the same time.

Once the girl comes to his country, the whole vibe shifts. Before that it feels like long‑distance anime flirting, with little hints that something is off when he zones out or dreams of wings and claws and doesn’t understand why his cock is hard every single time. When she finally arrives, that’s where the sex really starts paying off the build up. First meeting is romantic, nervous, the way they touch each other feels shy, with the camera taking its time on her chest, her thighs, her lips. Then they start going at it and it’s not shy at all. Her tits are big and the game knows it, the shots focus on him grabbing them, pushing her bra up, squeezing until she moans into his ear. Vaginal scenes are not rushed, there’s this slow slide in where he’s clearly overwhelmed, like his body remembers more than his mind. The animations hit that line between slightly awkward and hot as fuck, which weirdly feels more real than some perfect porn loop. And then the fantasy side sneaks in as they go further. You get hints that her green eyes are not exactly human, and when new girls show up they’re not just “sexy girl #3”, they’re straight up monster girls who still act like characters from some college romance, but with claws, tails or other fun extra parts. One moment you’re having a tender bed scene, the next you’re fucking a supernatural babe whose body reacts to your powers in ways that are honestly more interesting than another generic blowjob. The game sometimes tries to be emotional and deep about identity and destiny, then throws in a scene where you’re pinned under a big‑titted creature riding you until you forget your own name, which completely kills the drama and somehow makes it better at the same time. It feels messy, horny, a bit unpolished, like a long hentai OVA that grew feelings halfway through but never stopped wanting to make you cum.

Zombie porn and base micromanagement are apparently my new comfort food, because I opened this thing “just to check it” and suddenly my coffee was cold and everyone in my camp either wanted to fuck me, punch me, or both. You run this little search & rescue squad called the Angels, which sounds holy, but it’s basically a harem wrapped in barbed wire. One second you juggle ammo counts and scavenging routes, next second you’re deciding if the shy medic gets praise for patching you up or a collar for talking back. And the game really pushes that choice. Every time you click through events you’re stuck between “earn her trust, be the good guy” and “nah, break her in”. It’s not subtle. You watch their stats crawl up, corruption and obedience sneaking higher, and then suddenly a girl who refused to kiss you on day one is choking on your cock in the war room and thanking you for the honor. Or crying a bit while doing it, depending how much of an asshole you decided to be that run.

What I liked is how sex scenes feel like a payoff for how you play, not just random gallery junk. You walk in on one of the Angels masturbating in the shower after a brutal mission you sent her on, still shaking from adrenaline, and your choices in earlier dialogues decide if she slams the door in your face, invites you in and rides you until her legs give out, or ends up on her knees giving this messy, desperate blowjob because she “needs to feel alive”. Another time I had the tough-as-nails sniper, the one who never smiles, get caught sneaking into my room at night. I’d been pushing her obedience hard, going full controlling asshole. Instead of a shy confession scene, it turned into her standing at parade rest, naked, collar on, asking permission to present her tits. Next click and she’s on the table, legs spread, me breeding her raw while she stares straight ahead, trying to pretend she’s not moaning every time I push in. Then later, out on a scavenging run, she’s casually gunning down zombies with dried cum still streaked on her thigh like it’s just part of her gear, and nobody comments on it. Little things like that made me grin like an idiot. And yeah, some dialogue is clunky, some “hard choices” are actually just “do you want her to worship your cock now or ten minutes later”, and combat sometimes feels like an afterthought that exists mostly so you can justify why every woman in the camp is exhausted, sweaty, and ready to be used. But whatever. I still ended up scheduling night missions just to get my favorite Angel back in time for a chained-up titfuck in the command tent, with groaning zombies outside the fence while she begs me to fill her pussy again because “there might not be a tomorrow”.