Astra is exactly that kind of heroine who looks like she belongs in some stiff royal propaganda painting, then opens her mouth and talks like a horny theatre kid who just discovered freedom and lube at the same time. She bolts from her golden cage, lands on this supposedly “remote” island that feels more like a traveling circus mixed with a cabaret and a burlesque tent, and just decides, yeah, I’m a performer now, and also I’m going to fuck whoever catches my eye. The game leans really hard into this traveling-show vibe: backstage drama, improvised acts, horny fans, jealous partners, that awkward moment when your “public performance” accidentally turns way too literal because the monster girl with the big tits misheard the stage direction. There’s this one scene where Astra is trying to rehearse something serious, like political speech level serious, and suddenly the script turns into a dirty poem about her ass halfway through, because of a text mini-game that you kind of flubbed. And she just rolls with it. The crowd goes wild. She blushes, then doubles down and starts describing how she wants to ride a furry mercenary in front of everyone. That’s kind of the whole tone: messy, horny, and surprisingly self-aware about what it is.

What I really enjoyed, as a language nerd, is how the erotic dialogue is half elegant, half absolute trash in the best way. You have Astra saying stuff like “I renounce the crown, I choose my own pleasure” right before she’s getting railed by some huge monster with too many muscles and just enough manners to ask where he can finish. There’s a lot of fun with code switching: royal talk during foreplay, then she drops into full slut mode once the clothes fly off. Some lines clearly came from someone thinking in another language first, which I like a lot. You get these slightly weird metaphors like “your cock is beating at my entrance like a war drum” and it accidentally hits way harder than generic porn talk. The animated sex scenes match that vibe: they’re not trying to be super realistic, they’re just hungry, kinda theatrical. Astra has this enormous ass that the camera absolutely worships, and the game knows very well why half the people are here. The furry designs go all in on curves and fluff, especially when monster girls show up and start comparing whose tits are heavier while you’re deciding which one to help “warm up” before the show. There is one annoying thing: sometimes the choice-heavy system pretends you have ten paths, but a couple times it loops you back to the same scene, like the game’s winking at you and saying yeah, you’re fucking the princess anyway, stop pretending you want to be pure. I wish some of the combat bits mattered more for the sex outcomes, but whatever, I’m already too busy replaying the scene where Astra taunts a pissed-off marquis in full costume, then kneels in front of a “monster” on stage and sucks him off as political theatre while the crowd roars like this is the new constitution.

You’re sitting there, phone in hand, thinking it’s just another cute little “help the girl get ready for her school exam” sim, right? Hair, makeup, outfit, some dialogue choices, a few horny CGs later. Easy. Except the “girl” the game wants to send to that exam is you. And you started this story with a dick, a very normal male student brain, and zero idea why the fuck you’re suddenly being measured on eyeliner technique and how well you can sway your hips in a tight skirt without flashing half the class.

The game opens quiet, almost boring, and that’s what hooked me. No instant blowjob tutorial, no “here’s your harem, pick a hole.” Just a nervous morning, a school setting that feels too normal, and weird little hints that something is off with your body. The first time you realize your reflection in the mirror doesn’t match the way you remember yourself, it hits like a small car crash. The dev takes their time with it, slow corruption of gender and morals at the same time. First it’s “just crossdressing for this one exam.” Then it’s “well, you need to practice walking in heels, let the teacher help your posture.” Then somehow you’re bent over the desk, feeling your ass slapped and graded like part of the curriculum, and the worst part is your in-game thoughts start to enjoy it. Those internal monologue lines when you’re getting groped in the hallway, and you catch yourself wondering which of the boys has the biggest cock, were dirtier than the actual CGs for me.

I liked how the game makes you complicit in your own downfall. You pick the lipstick shade that later gets smeared during a messy oral exam. You choose to act “a bit more submissive” to get a better score, and suddenly you’re on your knees between two classmates, throat used like a warm hole while the teacher pretends not to see. They pretend badly. There is some netorare shit going on, too, but sideways: your old male identity kind of feels like the one getting cuckolded as your new girly body gets filled, stretched, creampied. One run I had my “good girl” reputation used as an excuse to parade me in front of older staff, a humiliating little exhibition where they check if the “student” is ready. Gloved fingers spreading you open, comments about how tight you are and how a nice big black cock will fix that. Another run I resisted more and the corruption took longer, with more teasing, more “accidental” touches, more voyeur scenes in locker rooms and bathrooms, like the game was punishing me for not giving in fast enough by cranking up the sexual harassment.

It feels janky in spots. Some AI CGs look amazing from one angle and kind of cursed from another, like the face doesn’t fully match the body, or the hands are doing that weird too-many-fingers thing if you stare too long. I still stared. The summer vibe is weirdly relaxing though, all bright classrooms and sunlit corridors while behind the scenes you’re being turned into the school’s futa toy or the class’ shared virgin project, depending on choices. There is this one branching bit where you can agree to a “private tutoring” session with a strict female teacher and it starts as normal exam prep, then she makes you spread your legs on the chair, checks how wet you are “from stress,” and then uses you until you’re shaking, all while lecturing about responsibility. Female domination scenes like that felt personal, intimate in a fucked up way. Then later the same character can watch you get stuffed by multiple guys at once, barely saying anything, just writing notes like you’re a lab rat. It messed with my head in a good way.

The story is mostly kinetic in pacing but still manages to feel like a sandbox for your humiliation. One time I focused on being the perfect obedient girl and ended up pregnant from an exam “reward,” cum dripping out in a medical examination scene that treated your belly like a test result. Another time I pushed for more wild stuff and unlocked a futa transformation path, where you keep a cock while having this soft, thick ass and big boobs, so they test how many students can fit inside or around you at once. I still have the scene of being pushed up against the classroom window in my head, skirt hitched, some monster girl-looking classmate pounding me from behind while random NPCs walk outside, clueless. The game doesn’t rush those moments. It lets your thoughts spiral, your shame grow, your arousal betray you. It’s messy, inconsistent, a little ugly here and there, but the slow burn into full sissification and “everyone uses the exam girl” fantasy hits way harder because of that.

This one feels like someone tried to mash a Bond movie, a weed comedy and a Pornhub playlist together, then got distracted halfway and just kept adding asses. You play Lucian, this 20-year-old “seduction agent” who has been raised by some secret agency that apparently thinks the best way to protect the world is to send hot people to fuck targets into submission. The story doesn’t pretend to be deep, but it has enough little twists to keep your mouse in hand and not just on your dick. There are almost no choices, it’s basically on rails, so you’re here to watch, not to steer. Lucian is a smooth-talking womanizer who screws everything with a pulse, but there are tiny moments where the game tries to show he might actually want more than just another big ass in his face. It forgets that idea pretty fast whenever a new pair of huge tits shows up on screen, which honestly is kind of the point.

The cast is where the game goes stupid in a fun way. Larissa is the agency’s top seduction assassin, all sharp eyes and killer curves, the kind of woman who’ll ride you, choke you, and probably wiretap your bedroom all in one night. She flips from teasing to predatory so fast that when she finally drops to her knees and starts working Lucian over, it feels earned, like, “yeah, I knew this was coming, but damn.” Brandi is the blonde hacker perv who watches everyone through cameras because “security reasons”, then fingers herself to the footage. She’s all rich girl energy, smug smile, fake innocence, massive chest squeezed into outfits that would get banned from Instagram in five seconds. Her voyeur thing leads to some fun setups where she’s got Lucian on screen raw-dogging someone, and she’s commenting like she’s reviewing amateur porn, then suddenly she’s in the room taking his cock in her mouth without even pretending she’s here for work. Kevin is the stoner sidekick who mostly exists to crack dumb jokes, fail missions, and make you feel less guilty when scenes turn into full-on interracial gangbang territory with ahegao faces and sloppy creampies. Speaking of those, the ahegao is kind of overused, girls going cross-eyed and tongue-out from just a few thrusts, but sometimes it lands, especially when a serious character like Larissa loses her composure and ends up drooling down her chin while he’s buried deep inside her.

Sex scenes are very “fantasy porn logic” and not realistic at all. You get a lot of oral, girls with perfect lipstick taking him deep and drooling over his shaft, gagging just enough to remind you this is animated and not physically possible. The animation itself is decent but not super smooth, you notice loops, you notice weird shoulder movements, but if you’re already hard you won’t care. Some of the best moments are when they actually build tension first: a long teasing chat, a mission debrief where Larissa sits too close, a playful insult from Brandi that turns into her on her knees unzipping him while still talking shit. There is a bit of interracial focus, Lucian going from one body type to another, big asses bouncing on his lap, cumshots inside without condoms like no one has ever heard of consequences. Creampies are almost a running joke, like the agency orders them by policy. He finishes in them so often you start thinking the real mission is overpopulation. It’s trashy, horny, occasionally funny, and it absolutely knows what kind of website it’s being played on.

Sex in space always sounds kind of goofy in my head, but this one actually leans into that mess instead of pretending to be “hard sci-fi”. You start as this assistant to a big-shot senator on Earth, while Mars is trying to become its own thing with its own rules, own calendar, own kinks. Your boss is all about shutting down polygamy and polyandry, making marriage “pure” again, and then your character is constantly surrounded by people who very clearly don’t give a shit about that. So half the time you’re writing dry political speeches and the other half you’re secretly watching someone get their ass smacked red in a private office on a station orbiting Venus. Kind of a mood shift, but it works better than it should.

The sex itself is not shy at all. Big tits, big asses, a lot of focus on slow touching, groping, hands sliding under clothes during “serious” meetings. There are animated scenes where a calm talk about Martian independence suddenly turns into the candidate bending forward over a desk, skirt pushed up, and the protagonist’s hand comes down on her ass again and again while she’s trying to keep her voice steady. The game loves mixing politics talk with dirty stuff like that. Some routes get really messy with cheating: you can be the side piece for a married Martian diplomat, watching from a hidden camera while her official husband is busy somewhere else. There are scenes where you sit alone in your cabin on a Mars shuttle, jerking off while scrolling through secret footage on your mobile, watching your lover ride someone else’s cock and pretending you are okay with it. That voyeurism and netorare angle hits harder than I expected, because the story actually spends time letting you like these people first. It stings when you realize she is moaning louder for the other guy than she ever did for you. There are oral scenes where you feel less like a hero and more like a consolation prize, sitting on the edge of a bed while she goes down on you right after coming back from “meeting her campaign donor”. And sometimes the interracial angle pops up in a way that is not very subtle: Earth-born, Mars-born, different skin tones, different bodies, your character stuck in the middle trying to pretend this is all just politics. The game jumps from romantic cuddling after sex, where she snuggles into your chest and actually looks soft and in love, to cold, distant masturbation scenes where you’re alone again, jerking off to something on your phone because she did not show up. The romance has sweet bits, but the cheating keeps cutting through it, and somehow that mix of warmth and betrayal feels very on-brand for a future where love and law are constantly pulling in different directions.