You sit in this fake corporate hell called GoonGram, eyes fried, wrist tired, brain half-melted, and somehow it still feels kinda cozy. Your job is trash sorting: click through endless clips, decide what’s SFW, what’s NSFW, what’s obviously cooked by an AI that saw one porn gif and said “yeah I can do that”. Every click gives you a few coins, every wrong tag slaps you on the wrist, and every time some cursed AI tiddy monstrosity shows up, you start wondering if you should be getting hazard pay. It’s like working content review at TikTok, but instead of depression and burnout you get money to spend on escorts with ridiculous curves and zero shame about literally anything. Half the time I was more focused on not misclicking than on the actual tits bouncing in front of me, which is kind of impressive, kind of sad, and also weirdly hot when the timer is ticking down and you’re trying to decide “is that nipple or just unlucky shadow”.

Then all the cash you grind goes into the real “game”. You take that dirty salary and blow it on girls who are so obviously based on real models that you can almost hear their OnlyFans notification ping in your head. They’re animated just enough to feel alive, like that uncanny moment when a porn gif loops slightly off and your brain can’t look away. You book them, manage your budget, juggle who to see, what fetish to push, who’s better for anal, who’s better for slow teasing that drags you out longer than any edging app on your phone ever did. Some of them like to start with lazy handjobs, all eye contact and smug little smirk, like they know you wasted half the shift mislabeling videos because you were thinking about them. Clothes peel off piece by piece, stripping not just for you but for whatever sick stats bar in your head is tracking “blue balls vs satisfaction”. In group scenes, the camera hops around while bodies pile up, thighs and big asses overlapping in a mess that feels more like you lost control of the situation than like a planned fantasy. I loved how chaotic it gets and also kinda hated it because I wanted one more click on that ahegao close up and the scene already moved on. The puzzle and minigame bits sneak in at the weirdest times, little matching challenges or timing clicks just when she clenches around you, like some horny version of Candy Crush glued onto a porn hub tab. Nothing here is really subtle, everything is openly erotic in a stupid, grinning way, and yet the sandbox structure lets you wander, waste time, manage your coins badly, chase that one girl again, and blame “AI detection stress” when you blow your load too fast.

Bill’s whole life goes from boring to totally fucked the moment he moves into this “new family” house and finds that ring. On the surface it feels like a cheesy porn setup: awkward guy, hot older woman with a serious milf vibe, a couple of thick, curvy girls walking around in shorts that don’t really qualify as pants, and him stuck in the middle trying not to blow his load every time someone bends over. Then you realize the ring doesn’t just shine, it messes with people. Minds, moods, little flashes of lust you can push, a bit of control here and there. It’s not fireballs and dragons, it’s more like you nudge someone’s thoughts and suddenly the woman who treated you like a kid is casually pressing her big tits against you in the kitchen, pretending it’s an accident while your brain is screaming “this is not an accident at all”. And when the game switches to animation, the way she strokes you off with slow, oily handjob motions while trying to keep eye contact feels way more intense than the usual click-next porn VN stuff.

The whole house slowly turns into your personal sandbox of horny routines. Wake up, check your phone like a degenerate, stalk who’s in the shower, “oh look, she forgot to lock the door again”, and you’re there watching her soap up her big ass and thighs, stroking yourself in the shadow like a creep. Sometimes you just finish by yourself, sometimes you push the ring, and she suddenly starts rubbing herself longer than normal, breathing heavier, like she “felt something” but doesn’t know you’re the reason. There’s this one scene where you tease the milf in the living room, and if you’ve pushed her corruption enough, she ends up with her tits out, sliding them up and down your cock in a messy titfuck, trying to keep her voice down because someone might walk in. Then you’ve got the more dirty routes, where you’re not just fooling around: you’re straight up cheating with girls who should not be in your bed, riding you till you cum deep inside them, creampie dripping while they look guilty for like two seconds before going for a second round. Some scenes go further, like when one of them offers you her ass for the first time, and you have to decide if you pull out or fill her up from behind, watching the little anal animation where she clenches and shakes.

What I like is how the game doesn’t pretend the MC is some alpha god. He’s a horny guy with a magic toy. You still have to grind a bit, run errands, talk to them, catch certain times of day, slowly open up stuff. You’ll end up memorizing patterns like a nerd: “if she’s in the bedroom after shower, I can trigger the footjob scene, but only if I did the teasing event yesterday.” And yeah, the footjob is not just foot on dick and fade to black, it’s the toes curling, her smirking, you leaking all over her soles before she presses them together till you explode. There are interracial bits too, where the game just says “fuck it, let’s bring in someone with a different skin tone and attitude” and suddenly you’re sucking on big tits from a girl who talks dirtier than the rest, pulling your head in while you eat her out, then dropping to her knees and taking you deep in her throat, no drama, just pure oral worship. The voyeurism parts turn you into a statistician of perversion: “ok, if I peek at her three times before intervening, she gets bolder, if I interrupt earlier I get a softer route.” Some paths take you from awkward masturbation in your room to full on anal sex in the same hallway you used to quietly walk through like a guest. And by the time you’ve mapped all the different endings and little variations, you realize you’ve basically built a pervy spreadsheet in your head while your hand’s covered in lube.

Jake comes crawling back home with his life completely fucked, and the house basically looks at him like “oh, you thought you were done with us?” The place is out on the edge of nowhere, quiet in that wrong way, where the shadows feel like they’re paying attention. His “family” is there, but they’re not really how he remembers them. The milf who used to worry if he wore a scarf outside is suddenly dressing like she knows exactly how her tits bounce when she leans over his bed. The cute sister-type who used to steal his hoodies now “forgets” to wear pants in the hallway. Everybody’s acting normal and absolutely not normal at the same time. They smile too long. They touch him too casually. They say things that sound caring and then twist right at the end and feel like a threat. Or a promise. Hard to tell with a hard-on.

What makes it hit different is how the erotic stuff is tangled into the horror, not on top of it. One moment Jake is staring at a door that keeps closing itself, hearing breathing on the other side. The next he’s in the bathroom, and the milf is in there already, towel slipping, water dripping down those ridiculous heavy tits, and she just watches him watch her. No “oops, I didn’t hear you come in.” Just silent eye contact and the smallest smirk, like she’s waiting for him to break first. Then later you find out she’s hiding something way worse than a horny mood. A phone he didn’t know she had. Recordings she shouldn’t have. Angry texts from some unknown number that knows exactly where he sleeps and who he’s been touching. There’s blackmail threads crawling through the whole house, everybody has dirt on everybody, and the game likes to tease you with “ok, you can say no here” right when your cock is already screaming yes. And if you push into the more fucked up paths, the netorare and corruption bits hit pretty heavy. Watching the girl you’ve been quietly obsessing over get bent open by something not exactly human, eyes rolled back in full ahegao while you’re forced to watch or even help, is the kind of scene that stays in your head when you’re trying to scroll Twitter later and pretend you’re normal. Some of the supernatural stuff really leans into that: hands that look like yours touching her first, voices in her ear that sound like you telling her to open wider, a futanari “relative” that suddenly shows up in certain branches with a cock that absolutely ruins whoever she gets her hands on. There is one scene where you’re sneaking through the hall at night and catch the milf on all fours in front of a door that should be locked, getting railed by something you can barely see, and when she looks back, her face is half hers, half something else, drool and tears and total sex-drunk ahegao, and she still whispers your name instead of the monster’s. That shit is messed up and hot at the same time, which feels illegal but here we are.

What I kinda love and kinda hate is how petty some of the choices feel. You’re thinking “ok, I’m going to solve this paranormal mystery” and then the game hits you with “do you peek at her showering again or not?” and it actually matters. You ignore her once and later she is cold as ice, you peek too often and the whole vibe becomes exhibitionist on purpose, like she starts leaving doors open just to see how far she can break you. There are lesbian scenes that show up only if you screw up a relationship so badly that the girls stop giving themselves to you and start fucking each other instead, and it lands more like a punishment than a reward. Kind of hurts in that good ntr way, like the game is laughing in your face, telling you “yeah, you had your chance.” The blackmail routes get properly nasty: one of my favorite messed up bits was finding a hidden folder on a laptop, opening a video and realizing it’s your girl being fucked while she keeps saying she’s only doing this so “he doesn’t leak the stuff about you.” Not sure if it’s more horny or humiliating, but I clicked replay like five times anyway. And then some endings flip everything, turning you from scared loser to the actual corrupt thing lurking in the house, twisting the women, parading them half-naked in the living room while anyone or anything can watch. I kept telling myself “ok, that’s too far” while still picking the dirtiest choice every time. My only real complaint is stupid: sometimes a text box covers the exact part of the animation I’m staring at, and it pisses me off more than the ghost stuff. I adjust the window, I click ahead too fast, I miss a line, then I have to backscroll like an idiot. Still, when the game hits one of those perfect horror-sex combos, like hearing scratching on the walls while the milf rides you so hard her tits slap against her chest and the light flickers and something is definitely watching from the corner, all that annoyance just sort of melts into “ok, one more scene, then I stop.” Which is a lie, obviously.

You start as this kinda clueless guy who just wants some easy cash delivering pizza, and suddenly you’re knee deep in a beach resort that feels like it was designed by a horny god with zero HR rules. The whole thing plays like a goofy visual novel that keeps tripping over its own jokes, then somehow landing face first in some really filthy scenes. One second you’re checking a delivery address in a half-busted menu, next second the door opens and there’s a stacked blonde in a bikini top that can’t decide if it’s clothing or suggestion. The game doesn’t even pretend to be serious. You get into these dialogues where you try to sound professional while staring at gigantic tits that basically have their own gravity, and half your choices feel like: “Be polite” or “Accidentally flirt like a horny idiot.” And both usually lead to trouble, just different flavors of it.

What I liked is how they use the “pizza boy” thing as an excuse to throw you into all kinds of weird situations. Like, there’s this delivery to the green haired girl at the pool, and the scene starts normal, just small talk about the order, some dumb jokes about extra cheese, whatever. Then she stretches on the deck chair, her bikini bottom rides up, you get a close-up cg that is absolutely not subtle, and you suddenly notice this small dialogue branch that was easy to miss. If you pick it, she starts teasing you about tips. Not money tips. The tension ramps up quick. The writing is still trying to be funny, but the cg is already full hentai mode, uncensored, skin shining like she’s been soaked in sunscreen for an hour. I had that moment of “ok this is stupid” while at the same time scrolling back to check if there was a way to push the scene even further. Spoiler: there kinda is, but you need to be a bit of an asshole earlier with another girl at the beach bar, which I found by accident. Totally not replay-safe if you pretend to be a good guy all the time.

Then there is the scientist. She shows up like the game took a wrong turn out of Pornhub and fell into some cheap sci fi parody. Lab coat barely closed, tattoos poking from underneath, talking about “testing new code” in the resort system and acting like your dick is part of the experiment. There are bugged text boxes sometimes, stuff flickers, and instead of fixing it she sort of leans into it and starts breaking the fourth wall in this teasing way. She literally blames “code bugs” for why her top keeps disappearing in the cg gallery, like it is a glitch and not that the artist just wanted her naked in every variant. You get this optional scene where she asks you to deliver “special pizza” to her lab at night, and the whole route goes from light comedy to full hentai lab fantasy. Restraints, scanners, her sitting on your lap pretending she is calibrating something, and your choices change tiny details in the cg: glasses on or off, open coat, how rough it gets. It’s not super deep, but it felt more playful than most jam stuff I’ve seen.

The resort itself is full of beach clichés, in a good trashy way. Redhead lifeguard with a body that looks like it violates health and safety, fake wholesome smile, then you notice the way the camera angle keeps dropping to her chest when she “checks your pulse.” There’s a scene where she pretends you might be dehydrated and drags you to the shade. Absolutely no medical training in that scene, just wet lips, tan lines, and an excuse to slide her hand too low when she is “making sure your heart is fine.” The game lets you pick if you play along or try to act innocent, but both paths are horny, just with different banter. The humor is actually not terrible. It’s dumb, meme-ish, full of throwaway lines about late orders and bad mobile data, like someone wrote it while doomscrolling Twitter and watching hentai at the same time. My only real complaint is that sometimes it feels like the choices tease something big and then you just get the same cg with one line changed, but maybe that fits this whole lazy resort mood.

Some of the best bits are smaller things that almost feel like inside jokes for people who crawl adult VN sites too much. There’s a moment where a blonde customer says “don’t worry, I’m legal, this isn’t that kind of game” and then immediately asks you to help rub lotion into places the camera very clearly wants to focus on. Another time, a text popup bugs out and repeats three times, and instead of hiding it they let the scientist comment on how your “route flag is stuck” while her hand slowly moves offscreen on your body in the cg. Stuff like that makes it feel like everyone involved knew exactly what type of trashy, horny beach story they were making and just ran with it. It’s rough, sometimes clumsy, a bit all over the place, and the girls are drawn with that exaggerated hentai logic where every boob looks heavier than your whole torso. But when you are in the middle of a scene, watching sweat drip between giant tits while you’re still holding a pizza box in the corner of the frame, it kind of just clicks. You’re not here for perfect pacing. You’re here because a part-time job at a resort full of hot women and broken code is the exact porn plot your brain secretly wanted and never asked for out loud.

This thing calls itself “Life is Vanilla” but it’s really that messy, horny, half-true story everyone swears they’ll never tell in public, then dumps in a group chat after three beers. You’re in control of this awkward 18-year-old guy who talks big, watches way too much porn on his phone, and still loses eye contact whenever a girl actually pulls her top halfway up. It has that vibe of early uni convention season, where you’re juggling class, cheap weed, cosplay plans and wondering how the hell other people are already fucking in bathroom stalls while you’re arguing about Marvel canon. The tone jumps a lot: one moment it’s goofy jokes and dumb memes, then suddenly you’re watching your character get his first handjob in a cramped room and the camera just stays there, way too intimate, like you accidentally opened someone’s private Snapchat. It’s all 3D styled in a way that sometimes looks hot as hell and sometimes looks like everyone got slightly too much botox, but somehow that kinda fits the awkward sex energy. And yes, there is a lot of focus on big tits and big asses, not “tasteful” or subtle, more like the game knows exactly why most people click it.

What actually works for me is how it treats virginity and cheating in the same universe without pretending to be moral about it. Early on you’re still a clueless virgin who freaks out when a girl starts slow teasing, grinding on your lap while still fully dressed, just her shirt riding up and your brain short-circuits. Then later, you’re in these situations where some girl who absolutely should not be touching you is doing it anyway, like a “I have a boyfriend but he’s boring” type, sliding her hand into your pants while she keeps talking about totally normal stuff so no one notices. The game doesn’t pause to judge her, it just lets you enjoy the fucked up thrill. There is a scene in a shared apartment kitchen that really stuck with me, the kind of fake-casual exhibitionism where she “accidentally” bends over a bit too far, no panties, pretending to search a lower cabinet while the MC is desperately hiding his boner behind a cereal box. It makes group sex later on feel like a natural train wreck of all the small bad decisions. Of course there’s oral, creampies, clothes coming off in the worst possible order, that thing where a girl spits on your cock first and smiles like she just discovered a cheat code. Weirdly, the only thing that really annoyed me was one shirt texture on a side girl’s outfit that looked cheap as hell. I kept staring at it every time she stripped, which is the most unsexy complaint to have, but it just pulled me out of it and then I’d forget what line I was even reading in the scene. Anyway, it all plays like someone’s overconfident memory of their youth, mixed with shit that obviously didn’t happen, and that chaotic mix is kind of the whole charm, even when it’s trying way too hard and somehow not trying at all at the same time.

Tangled Hearts starts like one of those spy shows you half watch while scrolling TikTok, except suddenly you realize you’re way more invested in who the guy is fucking than who he’s supposed to kill. You play this ex CIA dude who looks like he sleeps two hours and fucks for six, and everyone around him either wants him dead, wet, or both at same time. The funny thing is the game *pretends* to be about debts and danger and secrets, but the real danger is you falling hard for the wrong woman and then reloading your save because she called you “good boy” with that smug smile. I swear this game weaponizes big tits and smug grins more than it uses guns. The first time one of the women leans in, presses you against the table and just whispers in your ear while her hand is already under your belt, I forgot there was any “mystery plot”. My brain empty. Only thighs. And yeah, everyone’s stacked. Not just “porn big”, but the kind of big where the shirt is doing the Lord’s work and failing. There is this scene where you wake up from a nightmare, sweating, thinking about a botched mission, and then she crawls over you on the bed, plants her ass right on your hips and tells you, totally calm, that she’ll help you “relax” so you don’t have bad dreams. Then she just slowly grinds on you through your boxers, teasing you while talking about classified intel like it’s dirty talk. I actually had to pause, laughed out loud, then unpaused and enjoyed the hell out of it.

What really messes with your head is how romantic it pretends to be. One moment it’s candlelight, soft music, her fingers brushing your cheek, her big tits pressing on your chest while she kisses you so slowly you feel your whole body clench. She’s whispering she needs you, that you’re the only one she trusts, all that sweet bullshit. Next moment she’s pinning your wrists above your head, riding you like she owns your cock, and you realize the “trust” is more like “you’re mine now, shut up and cum when I say”. The female domination stuff is not cartoon harsh, more like psychological trap. They make you want to please them. They look at you with those eyes like “are you a man or a scared little boy?” and suddenly you’re on your knees with her thighs around your face, tongue buried between her legs, and she’s using your hair as a handle. Oral scenes go both ways, but honestly the women are running the show. One of the hotter moments for me was not even the explicit penetration, it was when she made you eat her out for what feels like forever, pulls away right before she finishes and tells you you’ll only get to fuck her if you solve part of the mystery for her. That mix of frustration and horny is evil. The game likes to play with dreams too, those dream sequences where you’re never sure if you’re actually in danger or just being mindfucked. You’re tied to a chair, some unknown woman is circling you, brushing her fingers over your cock through your pants while asking these cold questions about your past. Then she just sits on your lap, grinding slowly until you’re shaking, and the scene cuts before you can cum. The story tries to be serious espionage, but I kept arguing with myself which girl is the real best option, and I’m telling you, if you say the sweet one with the big soft tits who pretends to be innocent is not secretly the scariest, you’re coping. I wish there was less blueballing sometimes, but in a fucked up way, that’s also what makes it stick in your head. You’re not just fucking them, you’re getting caught in their web, and half the time it feels like you’re the one who asked for it.

James is that kind of protagonist you look at and think, “yeah, life already fucked this guy long before the porn starts.” High school kid, watched his dad get murdered in a setup robbery, bounced from school to school with his mom who is way too hot and way too stressed for her own good. He’s small, he looks weak, everyone piles on him: bullies, teachers looking away, fake friends who treat him like a toy. You control him, but half the time it feels like you’re trying to steer a car with no brakes while people are jerking off in the back seat.

The new private school looks like a fresh start on the surface, but it’s rotten under the uniform skirts. Ron, the old friend of dad, smiles too much, acts like a savior, gives you a room and a bed and this creepy “we’re family now” vibe that already smells like blackmail. His son is the golden boy of the campus, rich, cocky, girls hanging off his arm and also crying in the bathroom after. You start as the loser who watches everything from the corner: the cheerleader getting fingered in the locker room while she begs him not to film, the teacher pretending she’s just tutoring while her blouse keeps opening more and more, your own mom coming to campus in tight clothes because she’s desperate for a job. The voyeur stuff hits early. You peek through doors, get forced to watch and sometimes you get dragged in. One minute you’re just spying through a keyhole on a cosplay club “after hours practice” with cat ears and sex toys, next moment they notice you and decide the shy kid will make a good toy to warm up on.

What really fucks with your head is how the erotic stuff mixes with power games. There’s mind control pills floating around, or maybe it’s hypnosis apps on phones, no one clearly explains and you don’t really care once you see the effect: a strict milf teacher suddenly begging on her knees with drool on her chin, your mom staring blank at the wall while her tits are manhandled, students who used to torment you sucking cock like they forgot their own name. Sometimes you get to be the one in control, pressing yes on your phone and watching a twin pair of school idols fall into that wide ahegao grin while you alternate between their asses and their pussies, filling one, then the other, then both with your cum in messy POV shots that feel way too personal. Other times you’re the slave, tied to a chair, forced to lick, slapped, humiliated while a bunch of guys pump your crush full until she’s dripping down her thighs and still asking for more. The incest angle creeps in slowly, with your mom trying to “comfort” you after a bad day and the game pushing that line a little further every time: an innocent massage, accidental boob flash, her needing money so badly she lets Ron “negotiate” with her body and the only way you can save her is to push her deeper into corruption or take her for yourself. Then there’s the netorare bits, brutal as hell, where you watch someone you actually care about get used like a public toy, and you can’t tell if the tears on her face are from pain, or from how hard she’s cumming on multiple cocks at once while they paint her in bukkake and leave her shaking on the gym floor. It tries to pretend romance is possible too, in the middle of all that shit, like when a shy lesbian classmate slowly opens up to you and ends up grinding on your thigh, or when a milf character lets you hold her hand after you choke her during sex. The game keeps saying “your choices matter” with multiple endings, but honestly, half the fun is seeing how far everything can go off the rails when you poke the worst options and turn this already broken school into a full porn circus of spanking, anal, group scenes, and those weird tender moments right after someone gets ruined on camera.

Second part of SexBot feels like someone glued a horny dating app to a half-broken sci‑fi visual novel and then said “yeah, it’s fine, players will figure it out.” You wake up again as this guy who has way too many women orbiting around him, from stacked milfs to bratty schoolgirls to that one android girl who looks like she was built purely for your dick, not science. Story pretends to be about AI, timelines, all that tech talk, but very fast it becomes “who am I fucking next and where.” One moment you’re in a classroom pretending to care about lessons, next moment the teacher’s bent over a desk, big ass spilling out of her skirt while you’re trying to remember if this path needs anal or just a sloppy blowjob to unlock the next scene. It’s that kind of game where the “plot” is like a porn hub search history with extra dialogue.

What I liked most is how the dating sim stuff actually pushes you to try different pickup styles. I was going full speed‑dating mode: click through options, see who bites. Some girls like the cocky lines, some want the sweet talk, one wants you to talk to her like she’s trash and somehow it turns her on even more. Had this moment with one of the milfs, where I tried a cheesy line I’d never use in real life, something like “I’ve been thinking about you since I woke up,” and she goes from “that’s cute” to kneeling in front of me and giving this slow, wet blowjob while asking if I really couldn’t stop thinking about her tits. And yeah, her boobs actually move, jiggle and squeeze around the dick when you titfuck, not some lazy static pose. Another scene, you’re pinned between two girls on a couch, one riding your face, the other riding your cock, both animated, and it finally feels like the word “harem” means something more than just five girls you never see together.

It’s not perfect though, and I kinda love that and hate it at same time. Some paths are confusing as hell. One wrong dialogue choice and you go from “I’m about to creampie this android in a lab chair” to “we should talk about feelings” and suddenly your dick is unemployed. There’s a sandbox feel where you roam between locations, but sometimes it feels like wandering between tabs in Chrome, checking if anyone is horny yet. The school setting parts jump from silly teasing, like groping in the hallway, to hardcore anal in a locker room so fast I blinked and forgot how we got there. There’s this lesbian scene between two girls you’ve been chasing, super hot, tongue action, toys, moaning, and then your character just stands there staring and doesn’t join in unless you did some very specific stuff earlier. I’m still annoyed by that. And the whole domination flip, male dom here, surprise femdom there, can feel random: one scene you’re choking her lightly while she begs for your cum, next scene she’s got you tied and milking you with a handjob like you’re a test subject again and I swear I missed the memo when that switched. But then you finally line things up, push the right buttons, and suddenly you’re fucking a thick milf from behind, her big tits slapping while you grip her waist and pump her full, watching the creampie drip out in a close‑up, and all the weird little flaws kind of blur out for a bit.

In this game you wake up in 2038, broke as fuck, pushed out of your tiny little life by a system that doesn’t even bother to hate you. It just ignores you. Birth rates crashed, the rich turned reproduction into a gated luxury, and if you’re not chosen, you’re basically spare parts still walking around. The only “opportunity” you get is the Demeter Protocol Program, which sounds clinical and safe until you read the fine print and realize it’s closer to a high tech breeding experiment with romance routes. You sign because there’s nothing left. Then you realize you’re trapped in a sealed facility, constantly evaluated, stuck with people who have every reason to think you’re a selfish liability, and the only way out is to convince the system you’re worth breeding, worth loving, or at least worth not throwing away like meat waste.

The tone is weird in a good way. It’s not just porn with future wallpaper. You get these quiet scenes where the girls feel very human: awkward silences when you’re both half naked and pretending you’re okay with this; nervous touches when the program pushes you into “compatibility sessions” that are straight up monitored vaginal sex, dressed up as science. Sometimes the sex is sweet and painfully slow, her thighs clenching around you like she’s holding on to the idea of a future, and sometimes it turns into this desperate, sweaty fucking on a cold lab table while a holo display records hormone spikes. The game loves big tits, and it doesn’t pretend otherwise: breasts squeezed into sterile white tops, bouncing when she climbs on top of you in one of those “mandatory intimacy exercises,” nipples perked and glossy with saliva when you go down on her on a couch that looks like it came from an Ikea in hell. The animations help a lot here. You see hips rolling, abs tensing, her expression shifting from guarded to needy, that little bite of her lip when you push all the way in. Sometimes the camera just stays too long on how her fingers dig into your back when she’s close and it actually feels more intimate than porn, which is a bit fucked up considering you’re being recorded by a machine that will grade your performance like homework.

What I like most is how the romance fights the experiment. As a VN dev, I notice the writing avoids the usual “cold girl warms up after one good dicking” shortcut. You might spend several scenes where she’s just annoyed at you, or worse, indifferent. You answer dialogue choices that sound harmless and suddenly she’s like “So you think I’m just here to breed for you?” and the vibe dies. Then, many scenes later, she remembers what you said, and you get this small moment where she lets her guard slip. That tiny smile when you make a dumb joke about the biometric sensors, the way she shifts a bit closer on the bed but pretends she’s just tired. The game doesn’t shower you in endless options, but the sandbox bits let you roam the facility, poke into terminals, dig into the mystery of what happens to the “failures.” You can chase better gear for the RPG-style evaluations, min-max some stats, then completely fuck up a test because you stayed up late in her room, kissing and fingering her slow under the thin sheet while alarms softly hum in the background. It’s romantic, it’s horny, it’s clinical, it’s kind of depressing, and sometimes you’re fucking her from behind, watching the soft jiggle of her tits in the reflection of a black monitor, while both of you pretend this is just two people in love, not lab animals. And then the system pings you with a cold “compatibility increase detected” and ruins the moment, which somehow makes the next kiss feel even more real.

City like this doesn’t forgive, it just forgets your name. You drop back in after juvie with that cheap freedom taste in your mouth and nobody waiting at the gate. Streets are the same, but every corner feels wrong, like somebody moved the furniture in your memories. You’ve got flashes of that night that wrecked everything, just bits: red lights, her voice, the smell of rain and blood. The game loves to tease you with those half-scenes. One moment you’re flirting with a stacked bartender who leans over the counter on purpose, tits heavy in that too-tight top, lips shiny when she licks the foam off her finger. Next moment the sound cuts, the screen twitches, and you’re back in some dark hallway trying to remember which door you left your sanity behind. It’s horny, yeah, but it’s horny with problems.

What I liked is how the sex doesn’t feel like some reward screen popped out of nowhere. You talk, you mess up, you pick choices, you piss people off. Then later you’re in the backroom with a girl who pretends she only wants information, but her hand has been on your thigh for three dialogue boxes already. She has this big ass that fills the frame when she climbs on top of you, laughing low, calling you trouble while she grinds on your lap through her panties. When she finally goes down on you, the camera doesn’t hurry. You see her spit, you see her throat work, she looks up at you with that mix of “I need you” and “I might kill you after this.” It’s hot, but also you’re like… wait, did she just mention the same guy the cop girl was talking about in the morgue? The sex scenes keep dropping little hints like that, in between moans and tongue. There’s even a lesbian scene where two women you thought hated each other end up making out on a hotel bed, one with heavy, soft tits slipping out of her shirt while the other pins her wrists and bites her neck, and in the middle of that they casually mention a body that was “never found.” I had to pause and rewind because I was too busy staring at the way her fingers disappeared between those thighs.

It pretends to be about one guy at first, this fucked-up ex-juvie dude, but gradually the story starts handing you the wheel for other people too. A girl with trauma in her eyes and a knife in her boot, a sarcastic cop who flirts like she’s writing you a ticket, that kind of thing. One moment you’re the guy getting his cock sucked in a car, windows fogged, her lipstick ruined, and you’re holding her hair while she gags around the tip. Later you might be in her head, realizing she only did that because she needed you soft when she asked about the warehouse. The horror side creeps up slow: lights flicker in places they shouldn’t, outlines in the background that don’t move like people, little audio glitches while you’re mid-kiss with someone. You’ll be in this sweet romantic moment, hand on a girl’s cheek, both of you finally dropping your walls, and behind her shoulder something shifts that you can’t click on. I hated how often the game pulls control right when I want to keep touching, but at the same time the tension is what makes the orgasms hit harder, both in the story and, yeah, outside the screen. It’s not a fast fap thing; it’s more like Pornhub meets a fucked-up detective novel you found by accident. Some scenes linger too long on conversations when you just want to see that huge chest bounce on top of you again, and the humor swings from clever to “ok why did you say that during a blowjob.” But then you get a moment where a usually cold woman cracks a stupid joke right before she pushes you onto the bed, straddles your face, and tells you to “solve this mystery with your tongue.” The whole game feels like that: horny, broken, tender, mean, romantic, and then the lights go out and something whispers your name from the wrong side of the door.