You’re the poor bastard who climbed the ladder just high enough that nobody shoots you, but everybody dumps their shit on your desk. Whole galaxy is rotting, planets choking on smog, priests screaming about purity, and you’re in a cramped office where the lights buzz like insects while you decide if some mining colony gets air filters or “thoughts and prayers.” And right in the middle of that, you keep tripping over women who want to fuck you, argue with you, manipulate you, or all three at once. Not because you’re some chosen hero, but because your signature can save their lives or destroy their whole world, and in this empire, pussy is just another kind of paperwork.

You start as this awkward virgin clerk who suddenly has real power, and the game never lets you forget how weird that is. One moment you’re reading a report about famine on a frozen shithole planet, next moment a bored noble MILF is sitting too close on your couch, pretending she’s worried about “trade quotas” while her hand creeps up your thigh. She’s old enough to have kids in the guard, tits poured into some ridiculous formal dress, and she’s treating your office like it’s a private bedroom. You can push her away and grill her about corruption, or you grab her hair and she drops on her knees between your legs and starts sucking like this is the only way she remembers how to negotiate. The game is blunt about it: she wants a better result on your decision, and she’s ready to slobber on your cock for it, lipstick smeared, eyes watering, trying to moan around your dick while you skim her file. And it’s fucked up, because while she’s gagging on you, you’re also actually reading the numbers and thinking, “yeah, this planet is screwed.”

That’s kind of how the whole thing feels: serious and horny at the same time, like someone mashed a grim sci fi bureaucracy sim with a porn VN and just didn’t apologize. There’s this cute junior scribe who brings you data slates and looks like she’s gonna burst from stress, and if you’re gentle, she slowly cracks, starts opening up about how terrified she is of getting reassigned to some nightmare warzone. First time you manage to calm her down, she leaves… but if you keep backing her, she eventually turns up in your room, shutting the door, cheeks red, hands shaking as she offers herself like she’s filing a desperate last-minute request. She’s still technically the one begging, but you KNOW the power is in your hands when she climbs into your lap and whispers that she’s never done this before, then winces as you push inside her, tight and wet and clinging to your shirt so hard the fabric creaks. And right after you finish, there’s this short, shitty silence, like “ok, cool, now you both work in the same office tomorrow.” No magic romance fade-out, just sticky thighs and a stack of forms on the desk you still have to sign.

What caught me was how your traits twist those scenes. Pick paranoid and you’re double-checking everyone, even when some guardwoman with arms thicker than your waist is riding your dick in a barracks bunk, using you like a toy because she’s lonely and half drunk, and your brain is still going “is she trying to get a transfer out of that meat grinder of a front line?” Go empath and it actually stings when a woman offers her body like it’s the last thing she has left to bargain with. You can still grab her by the hips and fuck her raw over your office table, her moans mixing with the quiet hum of cogitators, but it hits different when you realize her whole world literally hangs on the word you’re going to stamp on that form after you pull out and she’s dripping on your paperwork. The art has that rough AI feel sometimes, but every now and then a scene lands just right: a milf with tired eyes but a hungry mouth, a scared virgin biting her lip while you push in slowly, a smirking manipulator who’s clearly enjoying the game more than you are. It’s messy, it’s not “nice,” and it leans into the idea that in this empire, romance, lust, fear, and red tape are all the same fucking language. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

You know that moment when you’re staring at your screen, cock in hand, thinking “why the hell am I doing this again?” This game basically grabs that pathetic little thought, slaps you with a horny demon girl and goes, “yeah, you are addicted, shut up and enjoy it.” You play this poor bastard who jerks off so much he literally sends a horny prayer into the universe, and instead of a therapist, he gets a whole team of succubi answering the call. Not subtle at all. And it’s not just some random OC girls either, it’s like your private illegal multiverse porn folder came to life. One minute you got this smug redhead spy chick with the gymnast hips and attitude, next moment there’s that stretchy superhero mom whose ass honestly deserves its own loading screen, then you blink and boom, that blonde cosplay girl bouncing on your lap like she’s streaming for OnlyFans. It’s messy and stupid and hot. Mostly hot.

What I like is how the game doesn’t pretend you’re a hero. You’re basically a horny lab rat with “superpowers,” so every new girl you summon is part sex toy, part experiment. The “power training” scenes are just excuses for milking sessions, foot worship marathons, deepthroat practice, all wrapped in this half-serious, half-shitpost story about demons and paranormal deals. You get a new ability and your first thought isn’t “how to save the world,” it’s “how many ways can I make this ninja doctor with huge tits lose her mind on my cock.” The game lets you switch from being a controlling bastard, grabbing hair, forcing throats, filling every hole, to just lying back while some smug princess brat steps on your chest, spits on your tip and makes you say “thank you, mistress” before she even touches you. Sometimes it feels like Pornhub category roulette, but in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends on how you feel about drowning in cum.

There’s this one scene that stuck in my brain way too long. You summon this blue-eyed fire princess with that permanent “I’m better than you” face. She looks at your cock like it insulted her ancestors. You use a mind control ability on her, think “oh nice, she’ll become a soft, obedient girl.” Nah. She drops to her knees, smiles with that evil little smirk, and starts a blowjob that feels like she’s trying to ruin you on purpose. Teeth just barely grazing, hands twisting, drool everywhere, eyes rolled back, then she pulls off and wipes her face with her foot, making you lick her toes clean while she calls you her “pet.” I hated how much I loved that. Also the toes animation? Weirdly detailed. Like, someone spent real life hours on those arches and soles, and I can’t decide if I should applaud them or report them to someone. The only thing that annoyed me was this tiny sound effect in one menu that doesn’t match the click, and it’s driving me crazy every single time, and of course it will never get fixed. Anyway, you go from creampies to bukkake stacks to sloppy titfucks, with girls covered in your cum like it’s some cursed skincare routine, and the game just keeps handing you more universes to corrupt. It’s horny, shameless, a bit broken, and honestly feels like your late-night browser history turned into a demon contract you kinda don’t want to escape.

This thing feels like someone mashed a horny gacha, a cheap board game from a dusty attic, and a folder of AI smut that escaped from Stable Diffusion at night. You just hit the die, watch the little token hop along the path, and every square is basically asking: are you patient enough to earn that ass, or are you going to get teased with a blur again. It looks so simple you almost feel stupid for how long you keep clicking. It’s like snakes and ladders if the only snake is in your pants and the ladders are made of big tits and half-hidden nipples that refuse to come into focus until you find their “proper” version. I kinda love how dumb it is. I kinda hate how dumb it is. Both at same time, brain and dick arguing like two drunk philosophers.

The whole clothed / nude / blurred thing is the core kink here, more than any “story.” You land on a clothed girl first and later see her nude, it feels like you actually unwrapped something. Like you saw her on Insta first, then somehow ended up in her OnlyFans, but all compressed into a couple of dice rolls. If you hit the nude square before her clothed one, you get this blurry, half-invisible version that sits in your gallery like an accusation. You know she has huge tits, or at least AI thinks she does, but it’s like soft censorship, only the censor is your own impatience. It reminded me of striptease in older literature, weirdly, like in Nabokov where half of the erotic charge is in what you’re not allowed to see clearly yet, except here the author is an algorithm and the plot is “you rolled a 3.” Some of the girls look kind of same-face, like the usual AI pout, gravity-defying big ass and weirdly smooth skin with that uncanny porn-magazine lighting, and once in a while you spot a little glitch in the hair or a finger that’s a bit off, and instead of killing the mood it just makes the whole thing feel more dirty, like you’re jerking off in a backroom of Midjourney. It annoyed me that one particular girl with the best ass in the set kept showing up only as blur for me, like the game knew I wanted her and decided to cockblock on purpose. I rolled past the same boring square three times, got a pair of tits I didn’t even like that much, then finally unlocked her clothed version randomly from a different tile, and that weird delayed reward felt more intense than it had any right to. There is no strategy here, no tactical choice, nothing deep, but your brain still builds little narratives between those squares: she’s shy, she’s playing hard to get, she’s already naked in your gallery but hidden behind fog until you “meet” her properly with clothes on. Total bullshit psychologically, but it works.

What’s funny is how the game pretends to be about randomness while actually being about completionism. You’re not just rolling for porn, you’re rolling to fill a gallery of bodies, like a pervy version of collecting cards in Gwent or catching girls instead of Pokémon. Twenty one girls, double versions, and your inner librarian wakes up and starts screaming that the set is incomplete. I had that moment where I wasn’t even that turned on anymore, just vaguely annoyed that there were still blurred thumbnails sitting there like locked archive pages in some digital Sade notebook. It made me think of old erotic literature where half the fun is chasing the forbidden page or the missing chapter, except here the missing chapter is a big ass that refuses to unblur until RNG says ok. Sometimes the die falls and you land on a square with a girl you already have nude, and it feels totally useless and still you stare again, re-reading the same “page” like an idiot, looking for something new in the curves the AI typed onto her body. I wish there was some twist to the board, like risky branches or punishment loops, but also the stupid linearity is kind of the point: you go in circles around a track of horny images like a dog chasing its own tail, but the tail has giant AI-generated tits. It’s lazy, it’s repetitive, it’s strangely effective, and the worst part is that the girls you like most are always the ones the die refuses to land on, like some cruel little erotic joke between you and a random number generator that secretly knows exactly what you came here to see.

Gwen feels like that girl you see on Instagram explore page at 2 in the morning, the one who starts normal and then each post she’s suddenly thicker, stronger, tits a bit bigger, smile a bit cockier, and you’re not sure when it stopped being “fitness progress” and turned into “okay this is fetish now”. The game basically leans fully into that slide. You pick if she’s a regular girl or packing extra, and then the whole thing is just following her around while she chases this obsession with becoming more. More muscle, more height, more boob, more everything. And unlike the usual clickbait, here it actually happens. You start off with this pretty cute, kinda nerdy Gwen and then a few scenes later she’s filling her top and low key flexing in every line of dialog like she just discovered r/girlswithmuscle and decided that’s her life path. The writing is light, horny and a bit awkward sometimes, which honestly fits. It feels like reading horny Discord logs someone polished a little, not some corporate porn script. She’s curious, pushy, gets turned on by her own reflection, and every time the game gives you a choice you know you’re going to pick the one that makes her bigger and you pretend you’re thinking about it, but you’re not.

What makes it a bit different from other visual novels like Being a DIK or all those Ren’Py clones you grab off itch is how shameless it is about the growth stuff. This is not “oh she just got a cup size up, wow”. There are moments where you watch her wake up, realize her tits are not only heavier but resting on her own abs that didn’t exist yesterday, and she just starts squeezing them and describing how the nipples feel too tight for the bra you literally saw her buy one scene ago. Or there’s a branch where she’s already fairly buff, like early crossfit influencer level, and a random encounter spirals into her getting off on lifting someone smaller, pinning them casually because she’s stronger now, then using that rush to push herself into another transformation. The muscles are not just a tag, they get fetish attention: veins, hardness, how her thighs start rubbing when she walks and she pretends she hates it. Then two clicks later she’s doing squats in front of a mirror, talking about how hot it is that her ass is swallowing the shorts. Sometimes it goes too fast, honestly. There are scenes where she jumps from “cute girl in a hoodie” to “amazon with breasts like overfilled balloons and a growing belly from all the weight gain kink stuff” in the space of a few dialogs and you wish the game slowed down a bit, made you earn each size jump more than just picking the obvious horny option. Also the AI generated art has those moments where a hand looks a bit cursed or a boob curve is… confusing, and it pulls you out for a second, like when Stable Diffusion forgets humans don’t have 3 shoulders. But then the next scene hits with Gwen trying on clothes that used to fit, popping buttons across her chest, laughing in that cocky “oh no, I’m just too big now” way, and you forget you were annoyed. It’s trashy, horny, kind of self aware, and the whole “bigger in every way” idea gets pushed way further than you expect on a random browser tab between Pornhub and Reddit.