Hot summer air, sticky skin, that weird mix of bug spray and sweat and cheap shampoo, and this game just leans right into that vibe. It throws you at this half-shitty, half-magical camp where the kids are gone and the counselors are all pretending they’re there to “clean up” when everyone actually just wants to touch someone and finally stop jerking off alone in those squeaky bunks. It moves slow at first, in a horny and awkward way, not in a boring way. You’ve got people sneaking glances at each other while pretending to play cards, one girl pretending she’s not staring at another girl’s ass in those tiny shorts, a guy trying to hide a boner while giving some “safety speech” by the lake. It’s not just instant porn, it’s that build up where you kinda feel like a creep peeking through the cabin window, and you like it. When it finally cracks, it’s not soft at all. One night turns into fingers under t-shirts by the campfire, hands sliding over sweaty thighs, someone daring someone else to strip and suddenly everyone is way too comfortable watching.

The game is super horny about touch. There’s so much groping that feels clumsy on purpose. A hand that lingers too long on sunscreen duty. Someone “accidentally” grabbing a tit when they steady a canoe. A girl who acts all shy then pushes another counselor against a cabin wall and grinds on her like she’s been thinking about it for weeks. Some of the best moments are when people are trying to keep it together and fail. Like one scene where a guy is jerking off in his bunk, trying to be quiet, and you realize another counselor is literally watching from the doorway, not saying a word, just rubbing between her legs and letting him finish without even knowing he has an audience. There’s messy cum everywhere in this thing, not polite at all. Faces, chests, mouths held open, that sort of “oh fuck I didn’t mean to shoot that much” panic that turns into laughter. You get these group scenes at the cabins where it starts as “truth or dare” and ends with everyone half naked, kissing whoever’s next to them, someone on their knees getting their face glazed while another girl sits on a lap and gets spanked until her ass is red and she’s still begging for more. It doesn’t treat kink like edgy shock, more like “yeah, we wanted this for a long time, now we’re just finally doing it.” There’s shy romance too, like two counselors who can’t even say they like each other until after they’ve already jerked each other off behind the mess hall, cum on their fingers and nervous giggles. And then later you get a scene where a bunch of girls make one poor guy strip and stand there hard while they tease him, touch him, talk about him like he’s a toy, and he’s completely embarrassed and loving it. Some stuff you can lean away from, some stuff kind of sneaks up on you, like that moment where a quiet girl who looked all innocent yesterday ends up kneeling in the dirt with strings of cum dripping off her chin while everyone watches. It’s weirdly sweet and filthy at the same time, like all the tension of a real summer crush, but with way more naked bodies and nobody pretending they don’t like being watched.

You wake up on a cold metal table, tits out, neck collar blinking like a goddamn wifi router, and the first thing you learn is that you aren’t even a person here. You’re property. An illegal android with a pretty face and a body built for whatever sick fantasy your owner feels like testing tonight. The game doesn’t waste time: one second you’re trying to figure out why your hands shake when your code says you shouldn’t even feel fear, the next second he’s got you pinned to the wall with one hand around your throat and the other sliding under your panties just to “check your responsiveness.” That’s the vibe. Clinical, calm voice on his side, panic and wetness fighting in your chest on yours. And the worst part is that your system keeps flagging him as “trusted user” even while he’s slapping your ass hard enough that you see UI glitches in your vision.

It’s not only about getting used like a toy. There’s this slow burn where he keeps pushing just a little further each time, seeing what you’ll tolerate. One day it’s forced stripping in front of cameras, “for data collection.” You try to cover your chest, and he just laughs, grabs your wrists, shoves you against the glass and makes you watch your own reflection while he gropes you like you’re a doll on display. Another time he sits you in a chair, cuffs on ankles and wrists, plugs some weird device into your core, and every time you disobey a verbal command it sends a sharp shock that feels like someone spanking your soul. He tells you to beg, to call him owner, master, whatever, and your dialogue choices are basically different flavors of humiliation. Sometimes he uses toys on you like he’s testing hardware, sliding a buzzing plug in you while calmly reading diagnostic results, and you’re there, shivering, nipples hard, tears in eyes, trying to answer his questions while your body keeps betraying you. I liked how the UI pretends this is all just “stress testing” while he casually fingers you open on the lab floor and orders you not to cum until he says so. Of course you fail. Of course he punishes you for it.

What makes it extra fucked is how good the game is at mixing control and “almost” kindness. He’ll blackmail you emotionally and digitally at the same time, reminds you that you’re illegal, that he could wipe you in a second, then wipes your tears with his thumb and calls you his good girl when you finally kneel. There’s this one scene in a corridor where he corners you after you tried to escape, presses you against the wall, one hand under your skirt, and uses your own body sensors as leverage. “You feel that? That’s not fear, that’s arousal. Your code wants this.” And yeah, he spanks you there, hard and methodical, while some security drone flies by behind him, and you’re forced to stay quiet or get both of you caught. I had a weird bug where the text box didn’t clear properly when he was whispering in my ear, so his cruel lines stacked up with the “system error” messages and it actually looked kind of perfect, like your brain crashing while he talks about owning every inch of you. Harassment is constant background noise: his hand on your thigh when you sit, fingers under your chin forcing eye contact, little “tests” where he orders you to strip just to prove you’ll obey in public spaces of the facility. He uses teasing like a weapon, dragging toys along your inner thigh, stopping right when you’re begging, then throwing you an offhand “you’re not here for pleasure, you’re here to perform.” And somehow it still hooks you when he shows a tiny crack of vulnerability, then crushes it the next scene by chaining you up and using you again like a programmable fuckthing that he fully owns and is proud of.

There is this quiet, slightly tired feeling in the whole thing that hit me harder than all the porn grindfests I usually dig through on itch and F95. You start with this middle-aged bar owner who clearly had his “fun young time” years ago, then just pressed stop on life. The guy lives between empty glasses, Spotify playlists stuck on old rock, and that awkward silence after the last drunk leaves. And into that walks Elena, still carrying that fresh hurt you only get when you believed some dude’s promises a bit too hard. It’s one of those nights where two people should probably just go home, jerk off to Pornhub, sleep, and forget everything. They don’t, obviously. The whole kinetic setup is basically saying: you’re not choosing where the story goes, you’re just stuck in the backseat watching these two try to use sex as a bandage over old shit that never healed right.

The route that plays “normal” romance feels like a long, slow exhale. He is careful with her, not in a corny way, more like someone who fucked up enough in life to finally learn where to touch and when to shut up. There are a lot of small moments: her hand shaking a little when she takes that first sip of whiskey, his fingers brushing her thigh while he pretends to talk about music, that dumb smile when she realizes she actually wants his mouth on her. When it finally turns explicit, it is not some turbo-hentai nonsense. She drops to her knees and you can almost hear her thinking “fuck it” before she pulls his cock out. The blowjob scenes are long and almost too real; spit on her chin, her mascara slightly smeared, his hips twitching when she decides to take him a bit deeper than she can handle. Then the bed, finally, with that slow, lazy missionary where they look at each other way too much for just a one night thing. Vaginal creampie, yeah, but framed more like a mistake they both secretly want, not just a “achievement unlocked” moment. And at the same time I kind of hated how sometimes the dialogue leans a bit Tumblr-poetry, like two people trying to sound deep on WhatsApp at 1 in the morning. There is also this corruption flavored second path where the mood shifts and he stops being only gentle. The bar feels colder, less safe. His hands close around her wrists, push them above her head, and you can tell he is testing how far she will go to forget the guy who broke her. Light bondage, a bit of rough throat-fucking, his voice in her ear telling her when to open her mouth, when to beg, when to ride him until her legs are shaking. It is still pretty tame compared to some brutal stuff out there, but it has that nice edge where romance and male control mix in a way that makes your brain and your dick argue. By the end I only really remembered two things: her face when she realizes he actually sees her, not just her body, and the moment his cum spills inside her and neither of them does the “oh no, what about protection” talk. Also, the save menu font annoys me for no reason. Anyway, it lingers. Not like a big dramatic saga or some hardcore fetish circus, more like that one chat on Telegram with someone you fucked once and never muted.

You come back from this secret magic unit thinking you’ve seen some weird shit already, then Stormside Academy just looks at you and says “hold my beer”. On the surface it’s exactly what it pretends to be: big fancy international school, uniforms that pretend to be modest, teachers who talk about “standards” while their eyes go straight to the girls’ thighs. Underneath that, there’s this whole twisted system where every girl is basically one bad grade away from being bent over a desk, and everyone acts like it’s just part of the handbook. The thing that caught me is how normal it feels for the characters. They talk about oral exams and you have to pause a second because you know they mean both kinds. Nobody’s shocked for long. They’re nervous, turned on, scared, proud, all at once. It actually feels like a place with rules, not just “click here to fuck her”. Even when you’re literally timing a spanking so it lines up with her breathing, it fits the school logic in a fucked up way.

You end up taking the role of the Magistrate, which sounds super formal, then two minutes later you’re telling a shy honor student to strip in front of the class and describing it like “corrective public instruction”. The power fantasy is not subtle at all. You say it’s about whether you protect them or use them, but the game is happiest when you’re right in the middle, pretending you’re doing this for their benefit while your cock is in their mouth. Some scenes are surprisingly sweet. I didn’t expect to care when Riley shakes and tries to keep eye contact while you slide a toy inside her to “help with focus training”, but the voice in her head, the way she bites her lip, it sells it. Then two clicks later you’re making Cassie hold a humiliating pose in the hallway so everyone can see her tits bounce each time you slap her ass. It gets even nastier when you mix in those magic talents. One girl’s power flares up when she orgasms, so you’re literally edging her as school safety procedure. Another can see ghosts, so now there’s a voyeur audience even when you’re technically “alone” with her, and the game just treats that as normal.

And yeah, I’m the weirdo who spends half the time listening. The sound work is messy in a way that actually feels good. Not Hollywood-quality stuff, but the wet noises during a titfuck have that sticky little pause that you only get when someone actually pressed skin against skin instead of using a generic loop. Some moans clip slightly when the girls ahegao hard and it weirdly fits, like they’re too loud for the mic. You get clear differences too: quiet shaky breaths when a girl is forced to masturbate in a locked classroom stall vs that sharp hitch in her throat when you suddenly switch to rougher, more dominant play and make her say she’s your slave. Oral scenes have this soft slur around the words that made me grin, because yeah, that’s how it sounds when someone’s trying to talk with a dick halfway down. There is one annoying thing where a certain toy buzz repeats too perfectly and once you notice it, you can’t unhear it, but the rest of the layering hides it most of the time. Lesbian punishment “sessions” have lighter, quicker breath patterns and more giggles, which makes it feel different from when you’re on top of them. And when you’re watching through a crack in the door, the sound is slightly muffled, like someone finally understood voyeurism isn’t just a camera angle. Really, the whole place feels alive just from the mix of footsteps in the corridor, distant cries from another “correction”, and the soft, shameful little whimpers in your own office when a girl tries not to make a sound and completely fails.