You wake up wrong. That is the first thing that hit me. Not heroic, not cool cyberpunk badass, just this sick, half-loaded feeling like your soul got dragged through a glitchy Pornhub ad. You’re in your backup sleeve, lying in some cheap future med-bay, the kind that smells like burnt plastic and sex lube, and your own body doesn’t quite fit. Your fingers are a bit too long, your chest feels heavy in a way it shouldn’t, heart rate monitor chirping like a horny bird, and your vision keeps tearing like a bad stream on xVideos. Crew’s a mess, ship’s a mess, and your upload is corrupted enough that if you calm down, you die. Which is a fucked up way of saying: you literally need to be kept turned on just to keep your brain from shutting off.

The “keep his heart rate up” thing sounds like a cheesy porn excuse, and yeah, it is, but here it actually wraps around into the story surprisingly tight. You’re surrounded by these thick-thighed, short-haired, neon-dyed space girls that look like someone smashed together a strip club and a hacker bar, then sprinkled futa on top for good measure. They are not gentle nurses. You’re not in some healing crystal spa. You are meat they are determined to keep pumping, with hands that wander the second the monitor dips below a number they like. One moment the medic is calmly explaining your neural corruption, next moment her gloved hand slides under your hospital sheet and she squeezes like she’s testing a weapon part. The captain leans over you, short hair brushing your face, tits spilling out of a half-open suit, and she’s pissed you almost died but she’s also grinding on your thigh with this lazy, practiced dominance that says she has done this before with other poor fucks on other poor ships.

I liked how the game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about the body stuff. Your sleeve is customizable, but not in that boring “pick eye color, done” way. It’s big asses that bounce when you get grabbed, heavy tits that strain cheap fabric, cocks and clits and both, because why not if you’re paying for a synthetic body anyway. Cyberpunk setting, sure, there are glowing cityscapes outside the porthole and some talk about data smuggling and black clinic surgeons, but honestly the real sci-fi here is “how far can we push this body before the heart flatlines.” There is this one scene that stuck with me: you’re strapped into this sloopy auto-doc chair, and a futa crew engineer, all colorful undercut and grease on her cheeks, is pretending to “check your reflexes” while she slowly strokes you with one hand and plays with the med panel with the other, watching the HR line spike when she squeezes your balls just a bit too hard. And the worst part? She keeps half-talking about thruster repairs, like she’s multitasking you like any other ship component.

Not everything lands. Some of the dialogue comes out a bit stiff in the wrong way, like someone tried to write badass one-liners while also jerking off and lost the balance. There is a moment where a character calls a neural buffer a “quantum RAM thingy” and I still don’t know if that’s on purpose or just lazy, but I kind of love it because it feels like late-night shitposting turned into a game script. The pacing jumps all over: one second you’re gasping, being ridden hard by a thick-hipped futanari officer who pins your wrists to keep your pulse up, the next second someone brings up fuel dates and cargo lists like we didn’t just watch you cum all over the med bed. Also, tiny complaint that bugged me way more than it should: the damn heart rate sound is slightly too high-pitched, like my Fitbit having an orgasm, and it made me reach for my phone twice, thinking I got a notification. Still, when the girls crowd around you, colored hair brushing your skin, their hands greedy, their voices low and bossy, using your overheating body as both patient and toy, that shrill little beep just disappears into the background like any other cheap future noise. Sex as life support. Literally. It’s messed up, and it works.

Everything about this game feels like some horny fever dream of a lazy knight who just wanted gold, boobs and trouble in the woods. You play this very average dude, not some shining hero, who gets shoved into this “kill the monster, get the treasure, impress the Hooters girls” kind of quest, and the whole thing leans hard into parody. It knows it’s ridiculous. The fantasy world feels like one of those cheap tavern wallpapers on Steam, but then the milfs show up with these insane curves, perfect for those big soft-tit moments, and suddenly you forget you were supposed to be a brave adventurer and not just a walking erection. The game lets you wander around like a sandbox, poking at places you shouldn’t, teasing big-ass monster girls, getting sucked off by women who absolutely know better, and everything has this messy, horny energy that feels more like a dirty joke that went too far than a “serious” adult story.

Combat is this simple turn-based thing, but it’s used more like foreplay than real challenge. You’re in a fight, you’re trading hits, then the scene slows down and the monster isn’t just a monster. She’s got thick thighs, obscene cleavage, and she leans in close, her tits almost spilling over your screen, and suddenly the “attack / defend / skill” thing gets weirdly erotic. Sometimes when you win, the reward isn’t just gold, it’s a full-on lewd scene: sloppy handjob with her drooling over your cock, tits pressed together and she’s milking you while making fun of how fast you cum, or you get pinned down by some big-titted fantasy milf who rides you like you’re just another loot chest. The AI CG is surprisingly expressive too, not perfect, it has that slightly off vibe here and there, but the faces when they tease you, the way lips wrap around nipples during boob-sucking scenes, the way their asses look in motion during the animated bits, it all creates this low-key hypnotic rhythm. I caught myself just staring at a jiggle loop longer than I want to admit, like some brain-dead caveman.

The pacing is weird in a good way. Sometimes things are slow, lots of teasing, a milf leaning over you, her top barely holding those giant tits, she makes you wait, strokes you lazily with her hand, spits on it a little, whispers stupid fantasy lines that still hit, then suddenly the game jumps into another silly quest or random joke and you’re like, “wait, I was about to cum, wtf.” It’s horny, then silly, then horny again, like switching tabs between Pornhub and YouTube memes. And yeah, the UI is a little clunky, some buttons feel like they got placed by a drunk goblin, one sound loop in the forest kept repeating and I wanted to smack my speakers, but then there’s this one scene where a thick milf pushes your head into her chest, you hear wet sucking, her moans get louder, her hips grind on your leg, and the sound mix suddenly just clicks. That heavy breathing, the sloppy mouth sounds when she licks your nipples, the wet strokes when she jerks you while staring into your eyes, it pulled me right back. The whole game is like that: a horny little adventure that pretends to be about slaying some beast, but really it’s about being used, teased and drained by big-tit fantasy women who know exactly what they’re doing and are having way too much fun with your poor hero.

You show up at this huge, too-clean house as the new live-in code monkey, thinking you’ll just fix some apps, drink shitty coffee and maybe watch porn quietly at night on your phone. Instead you walk into a slow-burn, horny pressure cooker where everyone is pretending they’re normal while basically leaking sex and secrets from every corner. The boss is this stiff older guy who thinks he owns the whole world and you along with it. He talks to you like you’re a walking spreadsheet, but then sends you on “little tasks” that always end up with you alone with his wife in the kitchen or his daughter in her room or sneaking around the hallway like some budget ninja just to peek through a half-open door. The house itself kind of becomes the main character over time. First hours you’re lost, clicking into wrong rooms, bumping into nobody. After a while you know which door creaks, which bathroom mirror gives you the best angle to watch the wife shower without her noticing, where the daughter hides with her headphones when she’s pissed off at daddy again.

The wife is the one that really got me. She’s this blonde, big tits, very “I married money so I’m bored now” type, walks around the place in robes that are somehow always loose at the right moment. At first she’s cold as ice, giving you that look like you’re just another toy her husband bought, but then you help her with some tiny everyday thing, like moving boxes or dealing with a broken tablet, and she leans just a bit too close, bends way more than needed, you get a perfect side view of her ass and the outline of her nipples under thin silk. There is this scene where you’re “repairing the Wi-Fi” and she stands behind you, hand on your shoulder, asking these harmless questions that are obviously not harmless. I clicked through that scene way too slowly, just staring. Later on there’s this tension of “do I risk pissing off the boss and go for her properly, or do I keep pretending I’m just grateful to be here”, and the game actually lets you sit in that feeling for a while. Not just instant porn jump cut. It’s more like those moments when you’re alone in the living room at night, lights half off, she walks in with a glass of wine, sits too close on the sofa, and you both act like it’s normal until she puts her legs on your lap. It’s hot because it’s awkward.

And then there’s the daughter. Overprotected is putting it mild. She’s locked in this fancy, girly room with zero real life experience but a phone and internet and hormones going wild. She starts out bratty as hell, you kind of want to smack her, but it fits. The way she slowly warms up when you treat her like an actual person, not a museum piece, makes the later scenes hit harder. I liked that the game sometimes just lets you hang out with her, talk nonsense, watch something stupid on a tablet. One time I screwed up a stat and she just ignored me for several in-game days and I was more annoyed by that than missing a sex scene. And yeah, voyeurism all over the place. Standing at the top of the stairs, listening to them argue, sneaking past the boss’s office while he’s yelling on the phone, peeking into the wife’s room at night when she thinks no one is watching and she plays with herself on the edge of the bed, legs spread, robe half open. That little bar that tells you how tired or horny or whatever you are becomes this weird mini-game where you push yourself just to see if you can stay awake long enough to catch her walking from the shower. Once I spent too much time in the bathroom just clicking the mirror for no reason. Still kind of annoyed you can’t interact with the plants in the hallway. Don’t ask why, I just wanted to. Anyway, for me the best part is how it doesn’t rush. Sex comes, and it’s dirty and direct, but it crawls there through teasing, side glances, overheard fights, stupid chores, walking the same corridor a hundred times until it feels like home and prison at the same time.

You load it up in a bored mood, thinking it will be just another horny office thing, and then suddenly you are sitting in this glossy fashion magazine, surrounded by women who all look like they walked out from some Instagram explore tab that you pretend not to check. HauteBeat hums in the background, that soft loop of office AC, a distant printer, heels clicking across the tiles like a metronome for your dirty thoughts. The protagonist is this fresh graduate, all awkward, shy, still a virgin, and the game really leans into that. He stammers when the editor-in-chief leans over his shoulder, her blouse just a little too open, her perfume basically choking him. The scene where he is alone with the secretary in a tiny meeting room, with the glass walls and everyone outside pretending not to look, that one hit me. She lowers her voice, asks if he understands what “loyalty” means in this office, and every click through the dialogue feels like you’re holding your breath, waiting for the moment her hand actually lands on his thigh. There is no rush, but also no mercy. The pacing is like that slow elevator ride where you already know you’re going to do something filthy when the doors open.

First choice that really made me stop was when you decide if he keeps his “good boy” energy, or starts testing his new power over these women who pretend they’re in charge. One path he plays the sweet intern, trying not to stare at his boss’s big ass every time she bends over a layout. The other path, he starts using what he learns about them, their little secrets, and the mood shifts from nervous to predatory. There is this one route with the married coworker from accounting, the one who always has her phone face down on the desk. She invites him to “help” with some files after hours. Music drops out, it is just the wet sound of her lips when she finally slides under the desk and starts sucking his cock right there, while the screen shows the office lights reflecting on her lipstick-smeared mouth. Her wedding ring catching the glow every time her hand strokes him is such a petty detail, but it sticks. And yes, later, if you push it, you can corrupt her properly, going from quick blowjob breaks to bending her over the office copier for anal, watching that big ass shake while the machine spits out useless sheets.

Not every scene is perfect. One of the titfuck moments feels a bit rushed, like they knew she has massive tits so they just went “ok, put dick between them” and moved on. But then another girl, the one styled like a cold, distant creative director, drags him into the wardrobe room full of clothes for the next shoot. She sits him down on a low bench, climbs on his lap like it is a throne, and the sound design quietly peaks. You hear fabric sliding, hangers tapping, her little moans that she tries to swallow because there are still people a few meters away. When she finally sinks down on his cock, the angle almost makes you feel that stretch yourself, slow vaginal grind that turns into rough fucking and then spanking her ass so hard the clothes around them rustle. The corruption is not just “she is horny now”, you feel how some of them start asking for it. The secretary who once flirted safely is later begging to be used under the desk while the boss is in a video call. The boss who once scolded him starts testing how far she can go before completely giving in. It is all choices and branches, but it never feels like a math problem. More like you are texting three people on WhatsApp at the same time, promising each of them something different, knowing at least one is going to get hurt and you kind of want that. And yes, the protagonist is inexperienced, but by the time he has a little harem of coworkers sucking, riding, getting spanked in the break room, he is not pretending to be a nice guy anymore. Or maybe he still is. Depends what you click.