RapeCide looks like somebody took a normal cyberpunk city, forgot to pay the light bill for ten years, then filled the empty streets with every fucked up power fantasy they could think of and hit shuffle. You play as AJ, this engineered super cop girl who’s supposedly top tier lethal, all tactical gear and big attitude, and the game just keeps finding new ways to drag her through the mud. And not just “oops I fell into trouble” kind of mud. More like “mind control collar, public use, broken pride in an alley next to a flickering neon sign that says nothing good” type of mud. The story pretends it’s about retaking a derelict city, but very fast it turns into the city retaking you, your agency, your clothes, your holes, your everything. One moment you feel like a badass soldier in a ruined dystopia, next moment you’re naked on your knees, cum dripping down your big tits, being ordered to thank the guy who just slapped you so hard the camera shook. And then AJ still tries to stand up like she’s got anything left, which is weirdly hot and kind of pathetic at the same time.

Combat is turn based, but the sexy part is how the fight choices are just slow steps toward how badly things go for her when she loses. You pick skills, try to play smart, manage your status, and when you screw up, suddenly you’re pinned to a wall with hands everywhere, some thug laughing while he uses her throat like a toy and another guy works her ass with a toy that definitely didn’t pass any health inspection. The humiliation scenes feel less like “here is a reward” and more like “congrats, you misplayed and now your super cop is a drooling fuckdoll on the pavement.” I like that. Or maybe I don’t. The game kind of beats you up emotionally too. They play with corruption really hard: you get these moments where AJ could say no, push back, try to hold onto her cop code, or she can just lean into prostitution offers, let the blackmail stick, agree to some nasty contract in exchange for gear. Sometimes the “smart” way for the mission is also the one where she ends up on a stage, stripping while a crowd throws credits and someone in the back shouts orders that make her cheeks burn and her body obey anyway. And yeah, the animations focus way too much on drool. I noticed that. Couldn’t stop noticing it. The dev clearly has a thing about faces totally wrecked with spit and bukkake, like half the city is paid in facials.

What really got me though is how messy the power fantasy is. On paper it’s male domination central: guys using her like property, slapping her ass until it’s red, fucking her pussy and ass at the same time while someone else holds her hair and uses her mouth, filling her up and then watching the creampie leak as she wobbles in her boots. But then out of nowhere you meet women who are worse. There’s one scene where this high rank bitch in tight armor casually gropes AJ in front of her own squad, like “you’re mine now,” and AJ can’t do shit about it. She gets toyed with, spanked, forced to lick boots, and the whole tone flips into femdom in a way that kind of blindsides you. One moment she’s choking on some brute’s cock, next she’s chained kneeling in front of a woman playing with a vibrator on the lowest setting just to make her beg for more. I opened Discord mid scene to scream into a channel about how the writer is actually evil, then went right back in. There’s even a bit where you botch a tactical call, lose control of a zone, and the “punishment” is basically group sex in an abandoned checkpoint, with guards taking turns in her mouth while others spank and grope and laugh about the “mighty officer” reduced to a cum bucket. Somewhere in there is a romance line pretending to exist, but it keeps getting buried under spits, collars, and her slowly accepting that this city doesn’t want a hero. It wants a slave that still tries to stand up, even when she’s covered in semen and shaking from another rough orgasm she didn’t consent to but her body clearly did.

Keiichi feels like that dude who sits alone in the corner of a beach bar, pretending he’s “just enjoying the view” while his entire life is quietly catching fire. The game throws you right into his vacation, into this fake-relaxing tropical vibe where the air smells like sunscreen and cheap cocktails, and suddenly every girl you meet has a body that makes you forget what you were going to say. It looks like some light romantic thing at first, all smiles at the hotel café, sand stuck between toes, sun on brown skin, but it doesn’t stay soft. One moment you’re sharing iced coffee with a curvy Brazilian waitress, watching her ass sway when she leans over to clean a table, and the next she’s teasing you under the counter with her foot, pressing her soft sole against your crotch while she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. She laughs when you spill your drink, by the way. Total bully energy, and I kind of hated it and loved it.

The whole story is written like this messy diary he’s keeping on his phone, like when you open Google Docs at night and write stuff you’d never send to anyone. Some scenes are sweet in a painful way. You’re on the beach at sunset with this latina girl who pretends she just wants to talk about “future plans” and family drama, but the camera just sits way too long on her tits pushed up in that bikini, on tan thighs crossed in the sand. She puts her feet in your lap, wriggling her toes like it’s nothing, and casually asks if you’ve ever had your dick sucked on an empty shore. Cue choice screen: be a gentleman, or let her slowly slide down, her lips wrapping around you while waves crash in the background. You can pick if he’s loyal or just a horny idiot, but no matter what you choose, you still feel like a creep checking all the routes. There’s a party scene too, loud music, glow sticks, everyone half-drunk, her lipstick smeared as she pushes you into a dark corner near the pool and takes you in her mouth, choking and giggling, then asking if you’d still call her in the morning. You probably won’t.

The game keeps throwing women at you like you’re the last man on earth. Big tits bouncing in tight tops at the hotel café, big asses in tiny shorts walking ahead of you on the boardwalk, different skin tones, different attitudes. One is shy and romantic, blushing when your hand brushes her ankle, then later she’s the one giving you a slow, almost worshipful footjob on the bed, her painted toes gripping your shaft while she whispers that she wants to belong to you. Another girl flirts with your friends, flirts with everyone actually, and if you follow the wrong choices she heads off with some other guy, and the game just lets you sit in that sick netorare feeling, reading Keiichi’s jealous diary entry where he pretends it doesn’t bother him. Sometimes the choices feel fake, like they clearly want you to go for the full harem route, with all of them orbiting around your dick on this “vacation that changes everything”, but then there are these tiny moments where someone refuses you, or talks about old wounds, and suddenly your porn game turns into late-night emotional torture. Still, every time I told myself I’d stick to one wholesome romance, I ended up at another beach party, staring at bouncing tits in a wet bikini top, toes sliding along my shaft under the table, and clicking the most trash option available without even pretending to be a good guy.

Not Too Refined hits that weird sweet spot where everything looks polite on the surface and underneath it’s just… sticky. You’re in Laurel’s skin, this pretty young wife in a nice, quiet life that feels like it smells of fabric softener and passive aggression. The game doesn’t scream sex at you in the first second, it kind of hums it in your ear, slow, like a guilty thought you shouldn’t be having in the shower. You hear that soft ambient music, a little melancholy, like Spotify’s “late night thinking about my mistakes” playlist, and it sets the tone while you poke around in her daily routine. At first you’re just noticing how her husband is there but not really there, how conversations feel too polite, how the silence between them is louder than any moan in the game. Then the camera lingers a bit too long on her big ass when she bends, or on a hand that rests too close to her thigh, and suddenly the whole mood shifts. It still pretends to be a drama, but everyone’s eyes are constantly undressing her. It’s like those old NTR comics you pretend you don’t read, but here the pacing is slower, more patient, like the corruption is sliding under her skin instead of splashing on her face at once.

The best scenes are the ones where you feel like some kind of horny ghost, watching everything. You get this voyeur vibe when Laurel is trying to be a good wife in public, but the neckline is a bit lower than before, the skirt a bit tighter, and you know half the room is staring at her tits or her ass while her husband is on his phone. There’s a moment where she’s talking to another guy and the sound design does this sneaky thing: the music gets softer and you really hear the wet little click of her lips when she swallows, like she’s already thinking about putting his cock there instead. It’s subtle, then it’s not subtle at all when she’s kneeling later, messy spit on her chin, doing oral that feels more like surrender than fun. The game likes that contrast: soft-lit 3D scenes with this “nice girl” face, while her hand is wrapped around a stranger’s shaft, pumping him like she’s trying to forget her wedding vows on purpose. You can go from a quiet emotional talk with her husband to watching her get her pussy creampied by someone who absolutely isn’t him, and the fucked up thing is the story makes it feel kind of logical. Not wholesome, but like a train wreck you helped build, choice by choice.

What makes it hit harder is how the corruption doesn’t flip on all at once. You can keep her trying to resist, or you can push her into cheating, little by little. A touch that lingers too long. Letting someone grope her in a crowded space while she pretends she doesn’t like it, even though her breathing sound starts to change. A “just once” blowjob turning into her on her knees again, this time outside, half hidden, that exhibitionism rush buzzing in your chest because anyone could look. Sometimes the game goes full interracial kink and the contrast is front and center, his darker hands roaming her pale body, fingers digging into her big ass while she clings to him like she’s about to float away. Her moans get louder, more shameless, and you notice she doesn’t sound like that with her husband. Or maybe that’s just in your head. There’s this gross, delicious NTR tension when you know hubby is nearby or texting her something sweet, while she’s busy taking hot cum deep inside and then walking back home with it still dripping inside her. You get multiple endings too, some where she clings to who she was, others where the “good wife” mask is just gone and she’s this fully corrupted, hungry thing who likes being watched, touched, used. The game is kind of romantic, then it turns around and laughs in your face and gives you a scene where she’s getting railed in a way that sounds like flesh slapping meat in a cheap motel. Honestly I loved the pacing and also it annoyed me because sometimes I wanted her naked faster, but the slow burn makes the eventual groping, the first time she spreads her legs for someone else, the messy creampie you know she won’t confess… all of that feel heavier. Wrong, hot, and a bit too real if you ever stared at a ring on your finger and thought “what if I just break everything tonight.”

Lily starts as that kind of girl you scroll past on Instagram and think, yeah, cute, but she probably just posts coffee and lecture notes. Then the game opens and she is literally staring at the OnlyPorn sign-up page, and you feel that little itch like, ok, this is going to escalate fast. It’s not a slow burn at all, which I liked and also kind of hated, because the first time she records herself playing with a toy, I hadn’t even finished messing with stats and suddenly I’m in POV view of her fingers between her thighs and the first creampie talk shows up like it’s totally normal. The game treats her “career change” the way idle clickers treat gold income: numbers going up, clothes going down. You juggle her energy, horniness and whatever social meter they call it, keep booking shoots or one-on-one fan meets, and everything spirals. One day she’s testing a basic dildo on cam, next run you’re lining up a group shoot where she’s on all fours, tits bouncing, one guy in her ass, one in her pussy, and someone else is just using her mouth like a free toy. There’s no big speech about her losing innocence, it’s more like, “Oh, look, your blowjob skill leveled, congrats, now people will pay more to watch her swallow.”

What I liked a lot is how the routes sort of feel like male love interests without the “love” part. You get the rich suit who treats her like a high-end escort and wants elegant hotel bondage and footjobs under the table while his friends pretend not to watch. There’s the gym guy, all muscles and zero brain cells, who mostly exists to pick her up and fuck her against mirrors, cum dripping down her thighs while she laughs like she didn’t almost fall. There is one soft boy who starts as a virgin fan, and that route hurts in a sexy way, because you’re basically training him while corrupting her, using POV scenes where she guides his hand on her boob, then suddenly she’s riding him and he’s whining he’s gonna cum too fast, and you have that tiny otome brain cell screaming “protect him” while the game just gives you a “humiliate” option. And yeah, I clicked it. And yeah, it was hot when she called him her “practice toy” while milking him for the third time. The lesbian bits sneak in too, like side content, but some of the best teasing is there: Lily grinding against another camgirl on a couch, both of them topless, hands sliding to places the camera “accidentally” catches. There’s a voyeurism angle with streaming where you schedule public stuff, like flashing in a changing room or masturbating in front of a window, and chat explodes, and of course the game rewards you for being a shameless exhibitionist. The management part is simple on paper, but I kept restarting runs because I wanted different kinks to show up: one cycle I focused on domination perks and suddenly she’s pinning guys down, using their faces, making them jerk off while she barely touches them, spitting casual insults like it’s her native language. Another run I went more submissive and you get scenes where she’s collared, used by multiple men, her ass reddened, cum dripping from both holes while the game treats it as “good performance.” Some dream scenes try to push it further with weird futa teasing and soft NTR vibes, but they stay optional, and I actually forgot to turn off one kink in the settings and got a pegging surprise that made me pause for a second and then just shrug and keep going. Still annoyed I cannot change her haircut, by the way. No reason, it just bothers me every time I open the wardrobe menu and see it stuck like that. Anyway, the animations are surprisingly expressive, tits have actual weight, the way she arches when she orgasms feels more like a person than a loop, and hearing the little breathy whimpers layered over wet sound effects while the money counter ticks up is the sort of trashy satisfaction that had me telling myself “one more day” and then grinding a full new cycle because I wanted to see what happens when her corruption hits max and she starts suggesting group sex ideas before the fans even ask.

Okay, this gender swap thing... honestly wasn't expecting much when I clicked it. The whole premise sounds like every other transformation fantasy out there, right? Boy becomes girl, chaos ensues, probably some terrible dialogue about "feeling different" or whatever. But fuck me, this one actually got under my skin in ways I didn't see coming.

The university setting works better than it should. Maybe because it's that awkward phase where nobody really knows who they are anyway? Our protagonist wakes up with tits and suddenly has to navigate classes, dorms, social dynamics - all while figuring out this new body. The masturbation scenes hit different when you're experiencing everything through fresh eyes, discovering sensations that are completely alien yet somehow natural. There's this one scene in the bathroom where she's just... exploring, and it's not just horny for the sake of being horny. It's genuinely curious and confused and arousing all at once.

What surprised me most was how the lesbian content develops. Not the usual "oh no I'm attracted to girls now" bullshit - more like genuine connections forming while she's still processing everything else. The oral scenes feel earned rather than thrown in for variety. Though I gotta say, some of the male domination stuff feels out of place? Like the game can't decide if it wants to be about self-discovery or just another power fantasy. The mobile optimization is decent enough, loads fine on my phone without killing the battery. CG quality varies wildly - some renders look amazing, others like they were rushed out on a deadline. Still can't figure out why certain dialogue choices lead where they do, but maybe that's the point. Life doesn't make sense when everything you thought you knew gets flipped overnight.

Banu looks like that woman you scroll past on Instagram and double tap before your brain even catches up. The long skirt is there, the headscarf is there, the “good wife and mother” branding is there… and then the camera angle drops half a centimeter and suddenly her ass is doing all the talking. The game leans hard into that contrast: strict religious shell on the outside, restless, greedy, horny mind on the inside. You’re not playing some faceless hero here, you’re literally steering her through this mess. You decide if she keeps pretending she’s a saint for Kamil while she’s grinding on the washing machine during “laundry time”, or if she lets the mask slip in front of the wrong man at the worst possible moment. The fun part is how slow it burns. You’re in her head while she tells herself “no” and her hand is already between her thighs. One click she’s whispering a prayer, the next she’s using the family shower head like it’s a custom sex toy she ordered on AliExpress. It all feels sleazy and domestic at the same time, like Pornhub opened a branch in your WhatsApp aunties’ group chat.

What hooked me is how that moral tension keeps wrapping around the straight up filthy stuff. There’s this early scene where she’s pretending to be annoyed by some guy staring at her tits in the street, but the camera just stays on her chest for way too long and the little status numbers on top quietly tick up. You feel the corruption climbing before she even admits she liked it. Later, when Kamil is trying to be romantic and she’s giving him this lazy handjob under the blanket, her mind is replaying another man’s hands on her waist. The game does that a lot: oral on her husband while she’s thinking about the younger neighbor’s tongue; “innocent” house visit that turns into her bent over a table, pussy full and ring on her finger flashing in the light while some other guy pulls her hair. There’s cheating, there’s blackmail, there’s some really mean female domination if you push her into that role, and it never feels like a clean porn route. Everything is a little messy, a little guilty, stained with family photos in the background. When she finally spreads for a creampie from someone who is absolutely not her husband, you can almost hear the prayer beads snapping inside her head. And the worst part? You’re the one who clicked every step that got her there.

Remote islands in games always make me think of runaway brides and moody seaside editorials, not a horny young doctor patching up people who may or may not be possessed by something that wants to crawl under his skin. This one feels like someone mixed a medical drama, a ghost story and a porn parody in one Pinterest board, then forgot to tidy anything. You arrive as this fresh doctor, supposed to learn from a famous woman that just… is not there. She is everywhere in the story, in whispers, in family photos, in that weird smell in the clinic hallway, but she’s also gone. Same energy as when I send a lingerie sketch to a client and they “love it” and then vanish. The island itself feels like a big, damp bedroom. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone hides something. People come to your clinic with a fever and leave with your hands on places that are definitely not in any medical manual. And under that, there is this constant small fear that the body you are touching is not completely their own. Something rides them, slides inside their eyes, speaks through their mouths. It’s hot for a second and then you get that little cold under the spine that usually only happens when Gmail crashes right after you hit “send sample pics”.

What I really like is how the erotic part and the horror part keep tripping over each other. You have these older women, very self aware, playing the nurturing card with a little too much tongue, like a MILF campaign from a cheap underwear brand, only with more blood tests. They tease you, they act all motherly, then they say something that sounds like it belongs to someone much older, or not even human, and suddenly the whole vibe flips. There is a scene where one of them comes in late, storm outside, clothes half soaked, asking for a check-up in a tone that is clearly “fuck me on the exam bed, doctor”. The lighting, the breathing, the little touches, it all builds up, and you are so busy undressing her that you almost miss the moment her voice shifts, a second personality pushing through while you still have your fingers inside her. That fucked me up in a good way. I design harness bras on my iPad with Procreate running, Spotify in the back, then I alt-tab to this game in Chrome and suddenly I’m thinking about how to make lingerie that looks like it could be used in an exorcism and in a family dinner at same time. And there is this whole incest twist floating through some of the families on the island, spoken half-open, half like forbidden fabric you only use on special orders. People call each other “son” and “aunt” and you are not always sure if the soul inside that body is actually related or just borrowing the title. I kind of wish the clinic had more small props, like disposable gloves stacked wrong or mismatched curtains, but it will probably stay like this forever and that’s oddly fitting. The romance parts go from sweet to fucked to sweet again with no warning, one minute you’re gently comforting a scared girl, next minute something that might be The Nightrest is whispering through her lips that it knows exactly how your cock tastes from “another time”. Then everyone acts normal again, like the game gaslight you. I kept telling myself I’m here for “research”, for fabric inspiration, but by the time the lights flickered in the hallway during a blowjob scene, I realized I was just horny and slightly afraid of my own bedsheets.

Max is this kind of idiot I relate to way too much. He walks into a fantasy world full of loot, monsters, magic, and somehow he keeps ending up with his dick in the middle of every mistake. It looks like a normal dungeon crawl at first: you grab a sword, smack a few slimes, think about gold and maybe some huge tits in a tavern after. Then the game just quietly takes your hand and says, “ok, now you’re going to lose control of everything that makes you you.” One bad magical artifact, one “oh this chest looks safe”, and suddenly your big hero is waking up with soft thighs, a tight pussy and clothes that cling in all the wrong places. I mean, the right places. Depends how honest you are with yourself. The story doesn’t treat it like some trauma drama, more like “yep, that happened, your ass jiggles now, keep moving”. That mix of goofy humor with really filthy stuff works weirdly well. You’re chuckling at a dumb line and then the next click your transformed body is getting eyed by an orc with a cock like a weapon, and you’re wondering when exactly you went from “adventurer” to “walking breeding target”.

The thing that hit me hardest is how the corruption creeps in. At the beginning you still think like a guy. You try to cover your chest, you feel humiliated when someone stares at your nipples through a torn shirt, you hate that your hips sway and everyone notices. Then there’s that one scene where a monster pins you to a dungeon wall and you know you should be fighting back, but the game lets you just… stop. His hand is between your legs, your mind is screaming and your new clit is buzzing and you catch yourself grinding against him. After that, every choice feels a bit dirtier. You tell yourself you hate the mage who keeps “testing” new spells on your body, but you still show up to his room. You say you’re disgusted by getting filled with hot cum and feeling it leak down your thigh in a quiet corridor, but your hand is between your legs the moment you’re alone, panting like a bitch in heat. The netorare flavor creeps in there too. Watching someone you care about get pulled away from you, hearing her moan for another guy, feeling your own body already softened and trained, like the world decided you’re not the one doing the fucking anymore, you’re the one getting used. There is one lesbian scene that absolutely fried my brain: you, fully transformed, trying to prove to yourself you’re still in control, so you take the lead with another girl. Except halfway through, she’s the one gripping your hair, riding your face, and your own fingers are inside yourself, dripping, because her smell and her voice are turning you on more than any memory of your old cock. It’s messy, a bit cruel, sometimes very funny in a shitpost way, and then suddenly you’re watching a creampie animation stay inside just a bit too long and the word “pregnant” pops into your head and refuses to leave. That feeling of “I shouldn’t enjoy this” but you keep clicking anyway, that’s what stayed with me after I closed the tab and tried to pretend I was just checking Twitter.

Truck-kun hits again and boom, you wake up broke in a trashy fantasy world, with a body that actually works and a bunch of gorgeous girls who legally count as your property. Not heroic party members, not “companions”. Slaves. The kind of setup old eroge hinted at but never really went all-in with. You’re the guy in charge, the male lead, the one who gets to fuck, punish, comfort, and “train” them, while also trying not to starve to death. It’s this weird mix of anime isekai gag and grimy brothel management, except instead of nameless clients and dull menus, you’re face to face with the same girls over and over, learning what makes them moan, what makes them cry, and sometimes both at the same time. The game doesn’t pretend you’re a saint either: you’re poor, you’re horny, you love big tits and big asses, and you’re not shy about filling every hole. Vaginal, anal, sucking you off under the table, POV shots of you emptying inside them till it drips out. Lots of creampies, like someone in the dev team grew up pausing old hentai VHS just to stare at the white mess.

What really got me was how it swings between romance and straight-up filth without warning. One scene you’re gently comforting a shy “trap” who looks better in a dress than most girls, trying to ease his insecurity while still grabbing his ass. Next moment you’re pushing a milf against the wall, her tits spilling out, face twisted in full ahegao while she begs for more. The girls feel like a mix of old-school hentai archetypes: clingy little sister type who really, really shouldn’t crawl into your bed but does it anyway, mature milf who pretends she’s above prostitution and then starts grinding on some old guy because you told her to, tall futa who is both your rival and your toy. And since the story is openly netorase, the MC is the rare degenerate who actually enjoys seeing “his” women fucked by other men. Not cheating, not humiliation, more like he sets up the scene, watches from the shadows or right up close, and jerks off while the girls moan someone else’s name, then he still finishes inside them after, marking them again. If that idea makes your stomach twist, this is not a game that will “convince” you. It just assumes you’re the kind of pervert who sees your slave getting railed by two guys and thinks, “Nice, now I don’t have to warm her up.”

There’s humor sprinkled between all the filth, the kind of dumb fantasy jokes that feel like some 90s otaku brain never updated: jokes about slimes, about guild quests, about “ancient evil” that keeps getting pushed aside because someone needs money for new underwear. Half the time the protagonist talks like an overconfident dilf in a doujin, half the time he’s a broke loser jerking off in a corner while his girl earns cash on her knees. Sometimes that contrast is hot, sometimes it’s just awkward, but that awkwardness is oddly nostalgic to me, like those old pc games where tone changed panel to panel. Scenes are animated enough that blowjobs and group sex feel messy, with bodies moving and faces reacting, instead of just still images. Watching a full harem pile-up, girls on top of girls, a futa pounding some poor slave while your POV is buried in milf ass in front, feels like catching a lost episode of Bible Black someone remade with modern tools and less shame. You’ll catch yourself thinking “this is too much”, then immediately clicking the next scene to see your favorite girl spread again for a stranger while you stand there, smiling like a proud owner.

This thing throws you in as the new guy at some boring-ass office, but baby, nothing is boring for more than five clicks. One minute you are a shy virgin trying to remember your login password, next minute the HR milf is "helping" you relax under the desk with her mouth while you pretend to read an Excel report. The whole vibe is that cheap corporate hell: fake smiles, horrible lighting, coffee that tastes like broken dreams… and then somebody slips you this weird drug that turns meetings into porn scenes and every harmless little crush into straight-up corruption. It feels like those trashy workplace dramas you watch on your phone during lunch break, except now you control every horny mistake the main guy makes. And he makes a lot. He is supposed to be this normal dude, but I corrupted him into a blackmailing little demon in like ten minutes and I do not regret a thing. Well, maybe a little. Actually no.

The fun starts when you realize everybody in that office has some secret and your cock is basically the master key. Boss lady with the icy stare? Yeah, she does a full ahegao face the moment you pin her against the copier after you "accidentally" find her dirty messages. That older coworker who looks like she should be shouting about deadlines? Milf territory. She pretends to be all strict and professional, then five choices later she is on your lap in the break room, skirt around her waist, riding you slow while your Slack notifications pop up in the background. There is this one scene where you are stuck in a late meeting and you can either stay loyal and keep things cute, or spike your own confidence with that fucked-up drug and turn the whole scene into a power move. I picked the nasty route, obviously. I blackmailed my boss with some documents, made her get on her knees in her glass office, and some poor NPC on the other side of the glass is just typing like nothing is happening. The animation sells it way more than I expected. Her lipstick getting messy, eyes rolling up, that over-the-top ahegao like she just got hit by a truck full of orgasms. Completely ridiculous. I loved it.

It kind of pretends to be a romance at times, like a dating sim where your choices "shape your future", and technically yes, you can be sweet and build relationships and go for softer stuff like cuddly oral in a quiet corner or slow vaginal sex with a coworker who actually likes you. I tried that path for a bit, took one girl on what is basically an office-date, picked all the nice options, listened to her talk about her career dreams, kissed her in the copy room like a gentleman. Cute. Then the next scene I turned around and blackmailed another woman with some incriminating files, pushed her over her own desk and pounded her until she was drooling and moaning like a hentai meme. The game lets you act like the romantic good boy or a corrupt little bastard, and I kept switching because my attention span is trash. One second I am sending flowers, the next I am threatening to leak somebody’s secret unless they get on all fours. And the office backdrop makes everything nastier somehow. That sound of keyboards while you are balls-deep in your boss, her trying to keep quiet, that risk of someone opening the door at any moment. It is messy, morally wrong, a bit silly, and absolutely feels like something you should not be playing at work, which of course means you absolutely will.