Game feels like someone grabbed Sword Art vibes, soaked them in jealousy and cum, then forgot to clean up the mess. In a good way. Kinda. You start as this pretty average guy who just wants to grind mobs, level gear, and then grind his hot VR girlfriend in the love hotel after. She’s got that classic big tits, big ass, school uniform thing going, but the dev keeps teasing more than giving at first. Lots of slow camera pans, skirt lifting, the way her thighs squeeze together when she pretends to be embarrassed. She’s like a burlesque routine in a sailor uniform, all “no no no” while her bra is already halfway off. In my head I was already planning how I’d do a fan dance to that scene, drop the fans right when she goes down on you in the alley behind the school. But anyway, then Inoda shows up with his stupid “stealth” thing and his weak-looking avatar and suddenly the game stops being just about you milking your girl and starts being about “who’s watching who” a lot.

What I really liked is how the combat and the sex are tied together, but not in that forced way where every fight is just a porn scene with HP bars. The turn based stuff is simple, but the tension is from “ok if I fuck up this boss again, I have to watch Inoda be alone with her… again.” You can feel that VRMMO addict rhythm: log in, grind, party with your girl, then there’s this extra guy third-wheeling, always “needing help” with something. At first you’re just happy to show off, like, yeah, look at my girl heal you, look at her cute butt in that armor. Then the camera starts doing those POV shots when she leans a bit too close to him on the field, or she laughs at one of his lame jokes, and you see his hand accidentally brush her tits in the crowded teleport lobby. Accidentally. Sure. I hate how the game makes you watch that. I also love it. It’s like a slow striptease that’s not for you anymore. In one dungeon, you’re fighting some big monster thing, and there’s this moment where he goes down, she runs over to “check on him,” and the game gives you this little voyeur angle of her ass tight in that skirt as she bends over him. My brain went straight to a chair dance choreography, grinding on some invisible guy while my real partner has to watch and pretend it’s just “part of the act.” Except here it’s not an act. Or it is, but you’re the audience, not the star.

The real fun is when the stealth stuff kicks in outside the actual game. You get that feeling something is off before the protagonist does. He’s still like “we’re just helping a friend,” while I’m staring at the screen yelling, “dude, he’s literally using his skill on your life.” There’s a scene where you log out of the VR world and you’re back in school, and suddenly Inoda is just there, talking to her like they’re classmates for ages. No fanfare. No build up. Just casual little touches, her laughing, his eyes sliding down to her chest for a half second too long. You can tell she notices and doesn’t pull away fast enough. The game loves this teasing stage: half-gropes on the train, her blouse stretched, that one shot where his hand is way too low on her waist, and you know if he moves two centimeters he’s palming her ass. It keeps dangling the line between exhibitionism and netorare. She’s still “your” girl, calling you darling, sitting on your lap in your room, jerking you off under the desk while you talk about game strategy. Then suddenly she’s texting someone behind your back, and the next time you’re in VR, Inoda’s character is doing better than he should, like someone’s been giving him late-night one-on-one tutorials. You get these animated sex scenes that feel like they’re building to the classic happy creampie ending, you buried deep inside her pussy, she moans your name, your cum spilling out, that warm “she’s mine” feeling. Except then you notice a tiny detail, like the mark on her neck that you didn’t put there, or she slips and uses the wrong name, or the camera angle feels off, like you’re not the only one watching. It’s small stuff like that that stuck with me, more than the actual blowjob scenes. Those are fine. Good throat sounds, decent animations. But the real kick is that slow sinking feeling when you realize the voyeur in this game might not be you. Or maybe it is, but you’re watching your own role fade, one thrust at a time.

Clara is basically what happens if some bootleg Lara Croft got drunk on porn logic and cursed artifacts, then decided pants are optional from now on. She’s got the tight top, huge tits that look like they’re one dodge-roll away from falling out, and that slightly smug “I’m smarter than this whole dungeon” face… right until the first horny ghost, tentacled monster or leather-obsessed cultist grabs her by the hips and the whole adventure turns into a sex reel. The ring she’s looking for feels like an excuse; the real treasure is how many ways the game finds to humiliate, worship, break or spoil her body while she still tries to act like a serious explorer. I love that mix. She’s climbing ancient ruins one second, and the next she’s on her knees, drool on her chin, cheeks tear-streaked while some paranormal futa thing is stuffing her throat and asshole at the same time. There’s this weird charm in watching a badass heroine that clearly masturbates in her tent, pretending she’s not into it, then completely losing control when someone actually grabs her ass and pins her down.

The whole thing plays like someone mashed a horny Tomb Raider parody with a turn based hentai RPG, then added too many fetishes and just said “fuck it, keep all of them”. You poke through crumbling corridors, flip some switches, solve puzzles that make you feel a tiny bit smart, then get ambushed by monsters that want way more than your HP. I liked how half the “game over” scenes feel more like “game reward” scenes. Lose a fight? Ok, here’s Clara on her back, ankles hooked behind her head, getting used like a toy by a group of masked cultists, one in her mouth, one grinding between her tits, somebody else stretching her pussy open until her belly bulges. Sometimes it’s male dom, sometimes she flips it and tramples a guy’s face with her dirty boots, makes him lick the sweat off her feet while she lazily fingers herself and pisses on his chest, like “this is what you wanted, right?” and you’re just nodding in front of the screen. There’s also that nasty, wet kind of voyeurism where the camera lingers from weird angles, like through a crack in the wall while she rubs herself in secret, or from the point of view of some demon watching her take a quick, desperate pee behind a ruined statue, only for a tentacle to slide up between her thighs. One route you get sweet-ish lesbian teasing and slow groping, another you end up strapped in some BDSM contraption getting filled from every side, double or even triple penetration, toys buzzing inside her while a harsh mistress tugs her hair and slaps her tits until they’re red. It’s messy, sometimes brutal with graphic violence right next to messy oral and rough anal, but there’s this twisted fantasy logic to it that made my artist brain spin: Clara on a stone altar, covered in runes and cum; Clara riding a monster like a mount while jerking off another with her feet; Clara crying and laughing at the same time because she finally got the ring, but she had to fuck half the paranormal world to earn it. I opened the game thinking “ok, silly porn parody”, and now my Pinterest is full of half-finished sketches of her getting railed in dusty tombs.

Two idiots in love, tiny apartment, rent due, and way too much skin on screen. That’s pretty much the mood here. The game throws you right into their new place without long intro, and suddenly you’re watching this girl who is horny basically by default and this guy who still thinks “true love” survives everything. He feels like the type who apologizes when someone else steps on his foot. Not even kidding. At first it looks like a regular couple sim, you pick outfits, choose if you kiss her goodnight or go for a quick blowjob, that kind of thing. Then you start realizing the choices aren’t just “lust or no lust”, they twist how they look at each other. One click and she’s cuddly and sweet, next click she’s flirting a bit too long with some dude while your POV is just standing there pretending not to stare at her ass in that tight dress.

The nice part is you actually jump between their heads. One scene you’re the guy, trying not to freak out while a “friend” is clearly checking out your girl’s huge ass. Then camera flips and you’re her, thinking something like “if I lean a bit more, he stares harder”, and the game just lets that thought sit there. No big drama, just this slow rot feeling that later turns into full-on corruption if you keep nudging her that way. There’s a moment where she’s in the bathroom, half naked, and you can basically choose if she closes the door or leaves it open a little so the boyfriend might see her in the mirror. That one tiny choice made me laugh because it feels like nothing, but five scenes later you’re watching her doing a footjob under the table while he’s still talking about “trust in relationship”.

Sex scenes go from kinda sweet to “oh ok we’re doing this now” very fast. One day it’s normal vaginal, soft lighting, him on top, all romantic. Next route you push, suddenly she’s on her knees, spit on her chin, taking oral like she wants the money more than the man. And yeah, the game really likes closeups, especially on her ass and mouth. It doesn’t hide the voyeur vibe either. Sometimes you’re literally stuck watching stuff from behind a door crack or from across the room, helpless, like a cuck camera. I had that weird moment where as the boyfriend I was begging in dialogue not to lose her, then ten minutes later as the girl I clicked the option to “see what happens” with another woman on the couch. Soft lesbian stuff at first, slow kissing and touching, then her getting groped while the TV runs some boring show in the background. It almost feels worse when it’s casual like that, because it’s not a big event, it’s just “this happens now”.

The corruption path for her is actually kind of funny sometimes. She’ll say she’s doing something “just for fun”, then suddenly she’s outside, barely dressed, drunk on the attention, basically exhibitionist mode. There’s a balcony scene where she knows people can see her from the street and you’re choosing if she pulls her top back up or lets a stranger’s stare linger while she pretends not to notice. I kept pausing that one and taking censored screenshots for my own collection, then realizing there’s no way to actually censor half of what’s going on without turning the whole shot into a mosaic. On the flip side, the boyfriend’s route into being more submissive creeps in scene by scene. At first he just gives in to what she wants, later he’s literally standing in the same room while things happen that clearly break him, and the game kind of shrugs like “well, you clicked it.” There’s some clunky animations here and there, tits clipping a bit when she grinds on his lap, and one oral loop that repeats so exact it made me open Twitter out of boredom, but then the next scene hits and it’s hot again so I forgot I was annoyed. Choices feel important until you realize you’re chasing specific kinks more than “good outcome”, and at some point I was clearly aiming for the ntr stuff even while pretending to care about his feelings in dialogue. Guess that says more about me than about the game.

This thing feels like someone grabbed your Steam library while drunk, smashed it together with Pornhub search history and then just said “yeah, that’s a universe now”. You start as this regular dude who absolutely should not be trusted with a portal-hopping device, and suddenly you are peeking into all these twisted versions of familiar worlds. One minute you are watching a redhead archer who is very obviously not Aloy grind her hips on some ancient machine while you are crouched in the bushes like a horny raccoon, next moment you jump to a rainy hellhole that smells like Silent Hill and Resident Evil had a baby, and Lady D is sitting on a throne with her thighs open, lazy as fuck, letting you worship her feet before she even looks at your face. The game does not even pretend to be subtle. It is like “here, you wanted Ellie with a knife and a dirty mouth, and you wanted to see if she kisses girls as aggressively as she stabs clickers? Cool, have a scene where she is shoving some punk girl against a wall, french kissing her while you watch from a half-broken window, hand in your pants, too scared to breathe because she almost catches you.”

The fun is how the game keeps throwing fanservice you did not know you wanted. Jinx is here, of course she is, wired on some shimmer knockoff, riding a dildo fixed to an old Zaun pipe and laughing like a maniac while you sneak under the catwalk to get a better angle on her dripping pussy. There is this whole cyberpunk city shard where Judy and Panam and Meredith all exist at the same time, like some weird mod that never got patched, and you get dragged into this fucked up NTR setup where your character gets to spy on Panam cheating on you with a chrome dom guy while Judy is under the table, licking Panam’s clit like it is some religious duty. You can join in, or you can just sit there and be a cuck voyeur, watching her swallow his dick on her knees while Panam moans your name by accident. The writing goes from funny to cruel in half a scene, like there is a Mass Effect corner where Miranda is using you like a toy, guiding your tongue over her ass, forcing you to rim her in an elevator, and then on the next jump you land in a cold Metro tunnel where Snezhana is giving some dirty, fast blowjob to survive and you kind of feel bad about how turned on you are.

Not everything hits right. There is a Game of Thrones cluster with Sansa, Arya, Cersei and Margaery, and it almost feels like the dev just dumped all their incest porn folder there and called it a day. One scene has Cersei sitting on the edge of a bed, her foot pressed on your chest, making you lick between her toes while she makes Sansa kneel and eat her out from behind, slow and obedient, like a trained dog, and it is hot, but then it cuts away way too soon and suddenly you are in some Tomb Raider ruin watching Lara and Kassandra compete who can make you cum faster with their mouth, and you never get closure on that foot thing. Same with Baldur’s Gate girls, like Shadowheart and Lae’zel and that green disaster Lae’zel’s friend whose name I always forget. One moment you are buried between Shadowheart’s thighs, tongue deep in her pussy, her hand on your hair pushing you to lick her ass too, soft little whines in your ear, and then the game just shoves you through another portal into some cursed TV zone that is basically The Ring with tits. Still, every now and then it nails that perfect mix of naughty fanfic and actual kink. Liara and Miranda double-teaming you, one riding your face while the other rides your cock, your hand tangled in blue skin and black hair, your vision all sweat and pussy. Lizzy Wizzy doing this weird chrome striptease before letting you jerk off on her feet. A lesbian alley scene with Zoe and Clementine lookalikes where they think no one sees them, kissing, giggling, fingers slipping into panties while rain hits the trash cans around them. Some parts feel rushed, some parts feel like the dev had one hand on the keyboard and one on their dick, but there is this stupid charm in how messy and raw it all is, like a huge crossover fanfic that forgot to be safe for work and never tried to fix itself.

Symphonic Love feels like someone mashed a horny dating sim with a half-broken life sim, then just let it run wild on mobile and said “yeah, that’s good enough, go fuck people with it.” You start as this super generic dude, but the game doesn’t really care about your personality, it cares about where you stick your dick and who watches. One moment you’re in a normal flirting chat with a shy music nerd girl, then two taps later she’s got huge tits bouncing in an animation that looks almost too real for a phone screen, with you fucking her while she does that stupid ahegao face that made me roll my eyes and still keep staring. The weird part is how often the game forgets it’s trying to be romantic. You’ll have this long sweet text exchange, choose all the caring options, then suddenly the next scene is her jerking you off under a café table like it’s the most natural thing. No build-up, just “oh hey, you have a dick, I have hands, problem solved.”

The sandbox thing is both the best and worst part. You can wander around, peek on people, open random menus that don’t bother to explain themselves, tap on windows and sometimes it’s just scenery and sometimes it’s a full-on voyeur scene with some futa dom pounding a cute trap’s ass while a toy is buzzing in his mouth. I got stuck for like fifteen minutes just replaying one animation where a trans character did paizuri on the MC and then switched to riding him, because the physics on her tits make zero sense. They move like they’re filled with holy water or something, floating all over, but when you push her down for vaginal, they suddenly behave like heavy real boobs that slap against your belly. And the sound. There’s this wet slapping loop they use in a bunch of oral sex scenes that doesn’t quite sync with the animation and it drove me insane, but I also left it playing while checking Telegram on the side, so I guess I wasn’t that mad. Sometimes the frame rate tanks right when it gets to the best part of a masturbation scene with toys, so the buzz of the vibrator is smooth but the motion is like a cursed slideshow. Still, when you finally line up the right choices and the right character, and all the weird bugs don’t interrupt, you get these surprisingly filthy multi-stage scenes: starting with a slow handjob, going to blowjob, then paizuri, then full-on hardcore with cum close-ups. And then the next “date” with the same character is bugged and you softlock in a café because a text box doesn’t close. Classic horny mobile game energy.

Mirabel sneaks off to this hidden clearing like it’s her personal sin corner, and the whole thing feels a bit like somebody mashed Hogwarts Legacy with a trashy BDSM doujin they didn’t want their mother to see. She’s this shy plant nerd, clearly styled after Professor Garlick’s vibe but more… breakable. At first she’s just there “for research” and yeah, sure, we all tell ourselves that when our browser history looks like a sex shop catalog. The game doesn’t waste time pretending to be innocent. One strange plant, one curious touch, and suddenly she’s moaning, getting more turned on than she’s willing to admit even to herself. The corruption isn’t instant, though. You see that weird mix of shame and need in her face and in the way she hesitates before the next thing, like she’s trying to remember how a good girl is supposed to act while her body already betrayed her.

What works is how the domination slowly tightens around her without some fifty-text-box lecture. One moment she’s just exploring, the next she’s got her ass in the air, cheeks red from spanking, tears in the corners of her eyes, and some smug bastard is using her like she’s homework he’s too lazy to do properly. There’s a nice shift from her trying to resist to those little slips where she pushes back with her hips, or spreads her legs a tiny bit wider when she thinks nobody is noticing. The humiliation hits in those tiny details too: her trying to cover herself, failing, being ordered to show everything, like she’s just another toy to be tested. That first time the plug goes in and she gasps, half terrified, half addicted, kinda lingers in your head afterward. Anal isn’t treated like some huge “special scene,” it just appears as another way to own her, to see how far she can bend before she breaks. Vaginal, anal, fingers, toys, all get mixed with commands and mockery, and it’s messy in that way that feels a bit too real, like watching somebody realize they love being degraded more than they love their own dignity.

It’s also funny in a fucked up way how the forest clearing ends up feeling more like a dungeon than the castle dungeons ever did in the original Harry Potter stuff. No elaborate chamber, no dramatic spells, just trees, roots, and Mirabel on her knees, getting used. Visuals lean hard into those facial expressions, that “I hate that I love this” look, so even when the animation hiccups or a pose holds too long, the mood still sticks. Sometimes the pacing goes weird, like you expect a proper build-up and suddenly she’s already taking it deep and begging for more, and then the scene slows again for a close-up of a toy pushing inside. It’s clumsy, but in the same way a rushed quickie behind the greenhouse can still be the thing you think about later while scrolling through TikTok with one hand and not touching your phone with the other. There’s no big moral, no attempt to make Mirabel “grow as a person.” She just grows more obedient, more filthy, more owned, and the game doesn’t apologize for it even once.

City is fucked, virus hit, and suddenly this quiet nobody from the council wakes up with “congrats, you’re the mayor now, everyone else is dead or gone.” That’s pretty much the whole vibe. No fancy hero intro, you just walk out into streets that feel half-abandoned, half-hungry, and every girl you meet is either scared of you, wants something from you, or ends up on her knees because the new laws say so. Power here is not metaphor, it’s literally “sign a paper and that shy nurse is now legally required to spread her legs for public morale.” The game leans very hard into that fantasy where your word is the only rule that matters, and every scene is built around that: city hall office sex with the blinds wide open, turning a rescue shelter into your private harem base, using “health checkups” as excuse to bend a trembling secretary over your desk and fuck her raw while she tries to still call you “Mr. Mayor” without choking on your cock. It plays like a corruption sandbox, but the corruption is half on them and half on you, because early on you may actually try to be nice and then the game keeps tempting you with easy shortcuts like “legalized prostitution as economic stimulus” and suddenly you are running a citywide brothel network with branded uniforms.

What really hooked me was how casual the mind control and paranormal stuff creeps in. At first it’s legal pressure and fear. Then you unlock these weird powers after a shady lab scene, and now you can just touch a girl’s forehead and flip a switch inside her, turn a proud cop into a cock-hungry slave who still wears her badge while you make her suck you off in a dark alley, knowing patrol cams are catching every second because you ordered surveillance to stay online “for safety reasons.” The more you abuse it, the more the girls change, not just dialogue, but their whole attitude. That quiet librarian who used to flinch when you mentioned public punishment? Later she’s volunteering to get chained naked in the square, dripping while the crowd watches and you decide if she gets her first anal pounding there in front of everyone or in your private room with her mouth full and her ass already lubed from your last creampie. There’s group scenes where your personal harem kneels in a line and you just walk along, using them one by one, some trying to impress you with deepthroat, others begging for cum inside because in this broken city, being pregnant with the mayor’s kid is basically a golden ticket. It’s filthy, unpolished in a way that actually fits the setting, and yeah, sometimes the game trips over its own ambition, like a choice menu that promises moral dilemma but really only asks if you want to fuck her in the ass first or keep her pussy untouched for later. Still, when I was signing a “public morale decree” while some big-titted ex-councilwoman rode my dick on the mayoral throne, moaning that she used to be your boss and now she’s your slave, it felt exactly like the kind of wrong, nasty fantasy this sort of game is supposed to be.

Middle-aged, bored, thinks he’s clever because he learned how to delete browser history on mobile. That’s your guy here. He’s got the comfy house, the quiet wife who’s more interested in TV than his dick, and a work schedule that never changes. Then some young girl turns up waving a piece of paper that basically screams “You fucked up years ago.” It doesn’t wait long with the teasing either. You’re in control of him, but honestly half the time it feels like you’re trying to steer a dick that already made all the decisions before the brain caught up. One scene you’re in the office pretending to work, next scene you’re with your side-piece giving her a sloppy blowjob in a parked car, phone buzzing with messages from your wife asking about dinner.

The cool thing is how it keeps the sex close to the everyday stuff. Like, you’re doing boring paperwork, the girl who might be your daughter texts something innocent, and your mind goes straight into the gutter on its own. There is this bit where you’re in the shower, jerking off quietly so the wife doesn’t hear, and the game cuts between water on tiles and these little animated flashes of the girls you’ve been messing with. Not just still pics, actual movement, hips grinding slow, lips around your cock, spit running down, that kind of cheap but effective stuff that hits harder than it should on a small phone screen. You can almost feel the towel getting cold while you decide if you answer your wife’s call or keep your hand going. Later there is a scene on the balcony where you’re supposed to just smoke and relax, but of course some girl shows up in clothes that might as well be legal trouble. She leans over the rail, he tries to keep it casual, and you can scroll through his shitty internal monologue while her tits bounce in this loop that looks like someone animated it at 3 in the morning after too much coffee. At some point she straight up reaches into his pants, and you get this messy handjob with cars passing below, tiny streaks of light while your cum hits her fingers. It’s not classy, but it’s honest. The cheating angle is treated like brushing your teeth: something he does because it’s there. You’ll go from lazy couch talk with the wife to having your cock sucked in a stairwell so fast you barely remember how you got there, and the game doesn’t bother justifying it. Half the choices feel like excuses you’d tell yourself in real life. “It’s just a little flirting.” Sure, until you’re balls deep in some girl you met by accident, trying not to say the wrong name while she rides you and your phone lights up on the floor. There is this one hotel room scene where he’s supposed to have a serious talk, but you know how that goes. Clothes forgotten on a chair, her on her knees, tongue on the shaft, slow strokes, his hands awkward because he’s still pretending this is about feelings. And somewhere under all that, there is the whole “birth certificate” thing hanging over his head, but it slides in and out of focus like a bad habit you keep ignoring. You get little moments where he’s alone on the bed, scrolling through messages, jerking off to some pic he swore he deleted, trying to convince himself he’s still a good guy while the game quietly laughs at him in the background.

Arthur dies like a loser and wakes up like a problem. That is the best way I can describe Inanna Revenge. You start as this bored 21 year old with a stepsister and zero future, and suddenly a smug goddess picks you up, dusts you off and throws you into a medieval fantasy world where tits are big, asses are even bigger, and everybody pretends they are serious mages while their clothes barely exist. Visually it feels like Honey Select on a good hair day, but with someone actually caring about light and angles. The girls have that glossy, almost plastic perfection, but the game leans into it, like it knows it is fetish material first and realism second. When a priestess bends to examine a magic circle and the camera just stays behind her for way too long, that is not an accident. It is voyeurism baked into the storytelling. You are supposed to stare. I did. I would complain about the weird way some hair clips through armor, but I know I will just forget it next time a boob jiggle animation happens at the right moment in a spell scene.

The structure feels like a visual novel that swallowed an RPG book and did not chew properly. You walk around, talk, grind a bit, unlock skills, then suddenly you are in turn based combat trying not to get your party wiped by some slime that later will probably be used to lubricate someone. Stats actually matter enough that I restarted once after building my Arthur as a soft-hearted romantic idiot, then watched him fail at dominating a girl who was practically begging to be collared. There is a mentality gauge for the MC that slowly twists his reactions. You go nice guy, he acts soft and protective, more romance, more blushing kisses, slower teasing, loving oral and creampie scenes that almost feel like a date you accidentally recorded. You go pragmatic or just a bit cruel and the vibe becomes different. Hands on throat, firm groping, making a mage strip as a reward, pushing a girl to obey while she tries to pretend she is not into it. It is not hardcore evil, more like "I know you want to be used so let me use you" energy. Sometimes the game sells the romance so well that you feel bad turning a girl into a submissive pet. Then you see her kneel, lips open, and you forget. Or maybe that is just me, scrolling with one hand and pretending this is about character development.

The harem stuff is handled with more taste than I expected and less taste than your mom would approve. You can be gentle boyfriend type with one girl and cold master with another, and the art actually reflects that. Same girl who melts in a soft cuddle scene later looks glassy eyed and flushed while you hold her by the hair and cum inside her, and the contrast is kind of hot. There is this one puzzle in a ruined temple, where you have to move magic sigils in the right order, and if you screw around too much you get a scene where your companion has to distract a corrupt noble by dancing for him. Watching her strip piece by piece while you desperately click around like an idiot on a Sudoku you did not study for is a funny kind of humiliation. I liked that more than the noble did. The optional sharing content is very on the nose. When you choose to let another guy touch your girl, the game really pauses and asks like "you sure, bro" and if you click yes, you better enjoy seeing her used while you watch. It is not jealousy pornography, more like "I arranged this and I own the situation" kind of netorase. If that is not your thing, you just switch it off in the settings and pretend nobody else in this universe has a dick. Sex scenes are longer than usual for these games which is nice and also sometimes annoying when you just want to finish and it keeps going with another angle of her swallowing or another slow creampie animation. But at least they feel different, not copy paste with new hair color. I wish the game had less mini games, to be honest, but I know the dev will never remove them, they love their little toys. Inanna Revenge is messy, horny, strangely emotional and not nearly as clever as it thinks it is, which might be why it works.