It’s messy in a way that feels uncomfortably real, like watching someone make the worst decisions possible and still finding yourself leaning forward, curious where her next excuse will lead. Yumi moves through the story with this almost painful self-awareness - she knows she’s being watched, both by the player and the game’s world, but she never really stops preening for it. The first time she opens her blouse just slightly too far during that office scene, there’s no sound cue, no dramatic pause - just the soft rustle of fabric and that flicker of doubt on her face. I swear, that moment hit harder than any of the explicit stuff later. The game tries to sell corruption as gradual, but honestly, it’s more about how easily she adjusts to attention. Maybe that’s what makes it so believable.

Then again, sometimes it overplays its hand. There’s this one animation loop during a handjob scene where her eyes cross weirdly, and it pulled me straight out of it; felt more comedic than erotic - like a reaction meme frozen mid-spasm. But that’s part of its charm, right? It’s too earnest to be slick. Even the blackmail thread with Thompson manages to feel less like some grand scheme and more like the world’s creepiest HR problem spiraling out of control. Which, depending on your mood, could be hot or just exhausting. And yet, when Yumi whispers something half-hearted before giving in, it lands. Maybe because the voice acting doesn’t try to sound sultry - it sounds confused, nervous, real.

The lighting deserves attention though. Somebody clearly obsessed over skin tone gradients because every sweat bead looks deliberate. The husband scenes are quieter, tender even, though they carry that slow dread of knowing he’s already losing her. I found myself irrationally annoyed by his tie color - gray, always gray - as if that dull choice symbolized everything wrong with him. Maybe that’s reading too much into it. Or maybe the game wanted that reaction. Anyway, it lingers. You finish a session and keep thinking about those tiny hesitations, how desire can look like guilt when the camera holds just a second too long.

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 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.

The first time I logged into this thing, I didn’t even care about the classes or whatever plot it pretends to have - the way the avatars breathe, the tiny tremor in their lips before a kiss, that’s what got me. It’s like the devs poured all their soul into making skin look touchable. There’s this one girl in a half-armored cosplay outfit, silver hair glowing like some digital eclipse, and when she leans close, her breath fogs your screen. Maybe I imagined that, but hell, it felt real. The sci-fi cities behind her hum like they’re alive, something between a nightclub and a dream you shouldn’t be having. The game doesn’t shout about its mechanics, but when you figure out how to sync movement and body sensors, it’s almost too much - like your nerves are being rewritten to crave every vibration.

Sometimes the story pretends to be about mystery - a missing player, a corrupted zone - but nobody’s really fooling anyone. The real puzzle is how long you can last before giving in to pure heat. The VR immersion slips between sweet and filthy faster than your mind can keep up; one moment you’re chatting with a student NPC about history, next she’s on her knees, glasses sliding down, eyes wide like she’s learning anatomy for the first time. There’s group stuff too, awkward at first until it’s not. Someone mentioned modders replaced the background drones with moaning echoes; I laughed until it happened in my session and I swear it made everything feel more chaotic and alive. The music, though? Too clean. Needs something grittier, maybe a heartbeat instead of these sterile synths.

I still can’t get over the fact that clothing physics act like they’ve got personalities - skirts that refuse to stay where they should, latex that remembers your touch. You can taste the future here, but it’s messy and dripping and maybe a bit too honest. Every time I log out, reality feels thinner, like a veil that won’t settle right.

Rush description during subway, sorry if my english go weird.

This one throws you right into that quiet, uncomfortable space at home after a funeral, but then slowly turns it into something way more fucked up and horny than it has any right to be. You’re Saigo, the older brother, stuck in a tiny apartment with Hana who used to be lively, now she’s like a doll that talks. Her face is empty, eyes kinda dead, but she still says pervy stuff with flat voice and it messes with your head. Game doesn’t even pretend to be normal romance for long. It starts with “care,” then it becomes “how far can I push my sister while telling myself it’s therapy.”

There’s no choices, it just moves, one scene into another, and you just sit there on your phone like an idiot on the bus watching your own character cross line after line. It starts with harmless touching, “checking her temperature” while she lies on the bed in her school uniform, shirt just a bit open, bra visible. You tell yourself it’s nothing, but then your hand stays too long on her chest and the text says her nipple is hard under the fabric. She doesn’t react, no blush, no cute anime squeal. Just “Is this necessary, onii-chan?” in that blank expression, and it’s somehow nastier than normal moaning. Later she’s in her classroom, sitting by the window, and you get a flashback of when you first noticed her tits got huge in middle school. That scene lingers way too long on how her blouse buttons are fighting for their life. Four screens of text only about the way the fabric hugs her big ass when she leans forward. I actually missed my stop once because of that stupid button tension.

The sex escalates like a slow boil. There’s this one scene in the bathroom where she’s brushing her teeth and you come in behind her, and the camera just stays on the foam around her lips while she stares at her reflection. You touch her hips, and she doesn’t move away, and somehow that’s hotter than if she jumped on you. When you finally get her to wrap those soft hands around your dick, she keeps this weird monotone commentary like “The hardness is increasing” while pumping you, no emotion, drool shining on her chin. The first blowjob is wild because she goes from robotic to full ahegao in about three lines, tongue out, eyes rolled, tears at the corners, like her brain just flipped a switch. You cum on her face and she calmly asks if this is part of the “treatment plan.” That line killed me and turned me on at same time. And the creampie scenes later, on her bed with the old photo of your dead mom on the nightstand looking right at you, are just wrong in the exactly right way. She wraps her legs around you, huge boobs bouncing, pussy soaking, and only then you notice at the very bottom of the screen there’s a tiny text note about her still wearing her school socks. I don’t know why that detail hit harder than the whole harem side thing with the other girls at school, including that scene where you eat her out behind the gym while your so-called “girlfriend” is waiting on LINE. The cheating angle barely gets called out, which somehow makes it filthier. It’s like the game assumes you already accepted you’re trash, so it doesn’t bother to judge you. Or maybe it does and I just pretended not to see it.

You wake up with that heavy, horny fog in your brain, and instead of your boring room you’re in this chapel that looks like somebody let Pornhub redesign a cathedral. Stained glass, candles, crosses, and front row you got a nun with tits that do not care about gravity at all, trying to decide if she wants to save your soul or ride it. She talks sweet and holy while her outfit is cut so low it might as well be a polite suggestion. And the game just looks at you like: “Alright, sinner, what kind of mess you wanna be?”

The fun part is how it keeps throwing those “innocent” options at you and they never stay innocent. You tell the nun “I want guidance” and she hears “please press those huge soft miracles into my face and whisper prayers while grinding on my lap.” You pick the serious, holy line, and five clicks later she’s on her knees calling you something between “my child” and “my master” with a tongue that clearly skipped bible class. Then you wander out of the chapel and the whole place opens up into this demon playground. Succubus lurking around every corner, hips moving like they’ve got their own physics engine, tails sliding around your legs, horns, claws, that pretty red skin that screams “terrible idea” in the best way. You say one wrong thing to a demon girl and suddenly she’s pinning you to some stone altar, sitting on your cock like she’s collecting your soul one thrust at a time.

What I liked is how the choices actually feel like they change the flavor of the smut, not just the wallpaper. Go respectful with the succubus and she goes slow and teasing, dragging those big breasts over your chest, kissing you soft while still milking you like she’s on a timer. Act like a cocky bastard and she flips you, rides you hard, claws in your back, calls you “toy” while smiling like she owns your life now. Same with the nun: lean into her faith and she turns the whole thing into a corrupt mass, whispering holy lines while stroking you with trembling hands, like she hates how good it feels. Push her buttons and she snaps, climbs into your lap, skirt around her waist, moaning into your ear that she belongs to her god and also to your dick. The visuals love big curves, thick asses bouncing on altars, soft stomachs folding a little when they bend over, jiggling everywhere when the scene gets rough, and the camera never tries to be artsy, it just shoves your face exactly where you were already thinking. It’s messy, horny, sometimes goofy as hell, and every path is basically one long “what if I said yes to the worst idea” fantasy where the answer is always: a nun, a demon, or both, sitting down on you like you’re part of the furniture.

Sometimes you just want trash science and thick mistakes, you know? This game is exactly that: one awkward nerd in a lab, a bunch of sketchy chemicals, and zero adult supervision. It starts all innocent, like some goofy parody of those anime where the genius kid wants to become the next big brain of the world. He’s mixing his “super serum” in this tiny lab, all proud, like he’s breaking new ground. Except the only thing he actually breaks is the size limit on asses and tits. The first time his formula “fails” and you see what it actually does, I laughed out loud and also had to tab out for a second because, yeah, it hits.

The vibe is weirdly cozy and horny at the same time. You’re basically clicking through this visual story where every bad decision he makes leads to someone getting way, way bigger than they were five minutes ago. And not like small upgrade. I’m talking “how is her spine still functioning” kind of growth, bouncing off the screen, clothes surrendering instantly. There’s a really nice rhythm to it: bit of dialogue, some nerdy babbling about cells and enhancement, then boom, another girl drinks the “healthy supplement” and suddenly her ass is doing its own gravity experiment. The CG scenes are the real star here. They don’t pretend to be subtle, it’s just full-on worship of size, curves, and that moment where the character realizes “oh shit, I’m actually getting huge.” One scene where the girl leans on a table and her new tits almost knock over half the equipment had me cackling like an idiot.

What I liked is that the game leans into the fetish instead of apologizing for it. Like, if you’re here, you already know what you want: expansion, growth, bigger, bigger, bigger. And it delivers that in a way that feels playful, not clinical. The nerd boi is such a dork, he talks about his formula like it’s going to win a Nobel Prize, while the player is obviously just waiting to see who gets inflated next. At the same time, some of the dialogue is kinda clunky and tries to be too clever, which slows down the fun when you just want to watch another “oops, wrong dosage” moment. There’s one random line about safety regulations that pissed me off for no reason, like bro, you’re literally turning people into walking sex balloons, nobody cares about your lab coat. Still, when the serum finally kicks in and her hips start outgrowing the chair, music barely matters, writing barely matters, it’s just pure “holy shit, look at that” energy. Honestly the only DLC this needs is more ridiculous aftermath scenes, like trying to fit through doors or sit on a chair that obviously never had a chance. But yeah, he keeps pouring that thicc juice and we keep watching, pretending it’s about “science” while our mouse hand is busy with totally different research.

Country house in the middle of nowhere, bored guy, insanely hot older hostess with tits like she’s trying to smuggle two planets in her dress. That’s the whole energy here. It starts all innocent, you show up to “relax,” sip some tea, pretend you care about the fresh air, and two dialogues later you’re thinking less about nature and more about how fast you can get her on that couch without breaking the coffee table. It calls itself a kinetic thing for a reason: you’re not here to min-max choices, you’re here to ride a horny train that’s already decided the destination. Honestly, kind of nice for once to not babysit a morality meter or check five walkthroughs on F95 just to see some nipple.

Everything takes place inside this house that feels weirdly alive. One moment you’re in the kitchen pretending to be polite while her boobs are basically committing visual assault through that tight top, next you’re alone in the hallway wondering if you imagined that look she gave you. You didn’t, by the way. The pacing is fast, but not “instant porn scene because attention span is dead” fast. There’s a little flirting, some teasing, the usual “oh, it’s so hot in here, I should take this off” routine that we’ve all seen, but it still somehow works, probably because the visuals commit fully. Those 3D bodies have that slightly unrealistic, glossy vibe, but in the good way, like the dev went “fuck anatomy, I want fantasy” and stuck with it. Her tits move with just enough weight so they don’t feel like balloons, but also absolutely no real bra on this planet could handle that.

Sex-wise, the game doesn’t waste time. You get the warm-up with hand stuff, she takes control a lot, like she knows exactly what she’s doing and you’re just lucky to be there. There’s a scene where she’s stroking you while pretending to keep eye contact like she’s still talking about the weather, and it’s goofy but hot as hell. Oral is framed as this slow, hungry thing, not some quick “done in 5 seconds” animation. You see her leaning in, that little smirk, and you just know it’s serious business. Then actual fucking hits, and it’s very in-your-face, big tits bouncing, close shots, no weird artsy angles. Sound is decent too, not Hollywood-level, but the wet noises and her breathing sell it. I had Spotify running and actually paused it at one point just to hear her moan properly, which should tell you something. The humor sneaks up on you; the dialogue drops these silly lines that almost break the mood, then somehow make it even hotter because it feels like people, not porn robots. I kind of wish there were more moments to mess things up or pick different paths, but at the same time, if that happened, some of the scenes would probably get weaker and I don’t actually want them to change that. Anyway, if you’re into a horny older hostess, big soft targets on her chest, and a straight shot from “nice visit” to “I’m fucking the owner of this mansion,” this hits exactly that spot and doesn’t pretend to be anything deeper than that.

Nothing about this game feels shy. It basically throws you into this messy sci-fi city where everyone is hot, slightly broken in the head, and way too horny for their own good. You’re this guy who somehow keeps ending up in girls’ memories, like you’re scrolling through their hidden photo folder but it’s alive and talking and pressing its tits against you. One moment you’re in some neon back alley with Ellen whose boobs are so big the camera can barely keep them on screen, the next you’re stuck in Miyabi’s weird fantasy zone where she pretends everything is “for the mission” while she grinds her huge ass on your lap and calls it “combat evaluation”. It’s not subtle. I like that. Porn games that pretend they’re innocent are annoying. Here, the dick is big, the girls are stacked, everyone knows why we’re here, and it just leans into it with a stupid grin.

What I didn’t expect is how the whole “memory fragment” thing actually works in scenes. Like, you’re mid fuck with Ellen, she’s on top riding you slow, talking about how she’s “just using you as stress relief”, but then the background glitches and suddenly you see this short flash of her alone in some empty lab, staring at your picture on her phone, hand between her legs. It lasts maybe two seconds, then you’re back to her moaning in your ear and pretending she doesn’t care. That hit me harder than the actual blowjob earlier where she’s drooling all over your cock and smearing lipstick on your abs. Same with Miyabi: there’s this moment in an infiltration where you’re both hiding in a locker. She pushes you against the wall, unzips you without a word, just angry eye contact, and starts stroking you way too fast like she wants to punish you for existing. Then a little memory crack pops and you see her earlier in the day rehearsing in the mirror how she’ll “casually” ask you to stay safe. It’s dumb, I know, but my chest actually hurt for a second. Then she takes you deep and chokes on it on purpose and I forgot what I was feeling. Porn with emotional lag, basically.

The game really teases you with the parody vibe too. You open it thinking “ok, horny Zenless spoof, cool”, and suddenly you realize the dev clearly spends too much time on Pixiv and not enough touching grass. The way Ellen’s tits bounce when she leans over the console to type something that absolutely doesn’t need her bending that low, or how Miyabi’s outfit looks like it lost a fight with gravity, feels like scrolling a very specific Twitter tag at 1% battery. There’s that one scene where you’re interrogating some NPC and Ellen just casually slides her hand into your pants under the table, keeps a straight face, asks about “zone stability” while slowly jerking you off, and gives this tiny smirk every time your HP bar shakes. I actually had to pause because I was opening Telegram at the same time and almost sent my friend a screenshot of her licking your cum off her fingers as a “wrong chat” moment. Also, tiny complaint: the text box sometimes covers like half of Miyabi’s ass at the exact worst time and I swear I got more annoyed at that than at any “game over”. Still, the mix of serious sci-fi nonsense with you rearranging these girls’ guts with a pornstar cock is stupid in a way that just works. It feels like someone made a horny fanfic in Google Docs, got too into it, and accidentally turned it into something you actually want to keep clicking through even after you already got off.