Lydia looks like that girl professors quote as an example when they want to guilt the whole class. Star student, polite, skirt the exact length the handbook wants, always with some heavy textbook clutched to her chest. First few scenes really sell that fake safe little routine: campus courtyard, library, neat dorm room with color-coded notes, her phone buzzing with reminders instead of horny texts. You can almost smell the stress sweat on her, and it’s not even sexual yet, just that tight feeling in the throat when you know one mistake will fuck up more than just your GPA.

Then the screw up hits. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge surprise twist, more like a slow, ugly slide. One bad choice, one bit of proof in the wrong hands, and suddenly this guy has her by the throat without touching her. That first blackmail scene in the empty classroom is weirdly quiet. No dramatic music, just her in that spotless school uniform, legs clenched, trying to stand straight while he leans way too close and explains how deep he can bury her if she doesn’t play along. There is no “are you sure” button. The novel just keeps going, and you are dragged with her.

What hits hard is how the sex starts small and mean instead of epic. A forced handjob under a desk while another girl presents at the front of the room, his dick pressed in her hand, her face a frozen mask. A “study session” that turns into him groping her tits while she tries to finish a worksheet, his fingers digging into soft flesh, thumb circling her nipple through the bra until she gasps and then he mocks her for it. Her first time is not candles and romance, it is him pushing her down on the cheap dorm bed, one knee between her thighs while she keeps whispering that this isn’t what she wants, and he reminds her of those screenshots. The camera loves her ass and tits, but it never lets you forget her eyes.

It escalates in that sick, logical way power always does. One blowjob in a locked storage room becomes sucking him off in a car parked just off campus, windows fogged while he films every second on his phone. Her “punishments” flip into “tasks.” Wear the skirt shorter. No panties this time. Sit at the front row while he messages her instructions, like “spread your legs a bit wider” and “touch yourself during the lecture.” There is this brutal little scene where he makes her unbutton her blouse in the faculty restroom, bra pushed up, her big tits spilling out while he slaps them and calls her his personal exhibition piece, snapping pics to send to his buddies. She tries to hold onto her “good girl” thing, repeating to herself that this is just to protect her scholarship, her family, her future, but the game keeps chipping away.

Group stuff comes in later, not as a surprise kink, more like a consequence. He “shares” her in some club backroom, her on her knees, mascara running while a line of guys use her mouth. One grabs her hair, another squeezes that round ass so hard she flinches, someone else spanks her and laughs when she jolts. There is this sticky, messy bukkake scene where her school uniform is ruined, shirt soaked with cum, white splatters in her hair and on her cheeks, and he tells her to walk back through campus like that under a coat, no shower, just shame sticking to her skin. Later, when he starts sending her to fuck random men for cash, it hits different. She is still a “virgin” in her head, clinging to the idea that she only lost it to him, pretending the prostitution thing is just business, not identity. The game quietly disagrees.

The humiliation is constant but not one-note. Sometimes it is physical, like spanking her ass red in a stairwell where any student could walk in. Sometimes it is smaller, like making her flirt with a teacher while his hand is crammed between her thighs, fingers teasing her pussy under the skirt, her trying to form normal sentences. There are moments where she is clearly wet and hates herself for it, breathing hard while some guy finishes inside her and pulls out, cum dripping down her thighs, and she has to pull up her panties and go back to “normal.” She slowly learns that “no” comes with a price. Say no and he leaks something. Say no and he drags someone she loves into the threat. Say yes and she gets praised like a pet. The corruption here is less about magical corruption and more about that small voice inside changing from “this is wrong” to “maybe I deserved this” without you even noticing which scene did it.

On the surface it is just another kinetic porn story about a busty schoolgirl being turned into a toy. Big tits, big ass, a uniform that spends more time on the floor than on her body, oral, anal, creampies, all the menu items. But under that, there is this itchy discomfort, especially when she starts volunteering poses before he even tells her, bending over a desk, pulling her panties aside by herself, forcing a smile while guys jerk off on her face. I liked that, and also hated it. Sometimes the game feels too honest about how control works. Sometimes it is just horny as fuck, like when two guys grab her, one shoving his cock in her mouth, the other lining up behind, and she is pinned between them, gagging and moaning, breasts bouncing while he pounds her from the back until she squeals and he spills inside her raw. Then class goes on. Library opens. Life pretends to be normal again.

You can play this on your phone browser while pretending to check Telegram or Reddit, thumb tapping through scenes, one hand under the desk. It fits that secret vibe. A dirty little story about a girl who thought she could keep her world clean. Turns out cum stains are harder to wash out than she planned.

You pull up to this creepy old family estate with your aunt, thinking it’s just some boring photo job before the place gets sold off. Empty hallways, dusty furniture, that old house smell that feels like it sticks to your clothes. Not sexy at all at first. Then the highway gets blocked by a wreck, phone signal dies a sad little death, and suddenly you’re stuck there for the night with your “aunt” who looks more like someone’s porn search history than a real relative. Big tits barely contained, that kind of ass that makes you forget basic manners, and this weird tension where every “innocent” touch feels like it’s about one step away from turning into a hand on your thigh. The game just leans into that slow burn, like it knows exactly how wrong this whole setup is and doesn’t give a fuck.

It’s a kinetic thing, so you’re not here sweating decisions, you’re here to watch this guy slowly lose his moral compass while ghosts, shadows, and other shit that probably shouldn’t exist keep poking holes in his sense of reality. One minute you’re walking around rooms that feel too big and too quiet, getting this cold horror vibe, and the next your aunt is bending over the wrong way and your brain is like “yeah, I’d risk the family curse for that.” The paranormal stuff isn’t just for jumpscares either. There’s this monster girl scene where the line between “I should run” and “I should fuck this” basically vanishes, and the game just smiles at you while you try to pretend you’re not into it. Humor pops up at weird times too, like the protagonist reacting to something terrifying with horny sarcasm instead of fear, and it actually works. You’ll be going from being low-key freaked out by a shadow in the doorframe to watching a blowjob with a sex toy involved and thinking “okay, priorities, sure.”

Romance here is screwed up in the best way. It’s not tender, it’s not clean, it’s two lonely people in a haunted house using each other while pretending it’s about “comfort” and “closeness.” There’s a masturbation scene where the MC thinks nobody is watching, except of course something is, and the whole voyeuristic thing just slaps harder because of how exposed he looks. The exhibitionism hits in small doses: a half-open door, someone almost walking in, maybe a ghost lurking while she rides you, that kind of “someone could see” pressure that makes everything hotter. Oral, vaginal, toys, big curves shoved in your face, the works, and it all happens in this weird mix of horror and comedy where you’re aroused, then on edge, then laughing at a stupid line. It’s messy, morally fucked, and not even pretending to be wholesome. Honestly feels less like a polished porn fantasy and more like some horny fever dream you had after binging horror movies and scrolling Pornhub at the same time.

War, horny elves, and a city that feels like it never sleeps because something awful is always crawling in the shadows. That’s the mood here. You’re this guy Nathan, last scraps of a famous monster hunting family, trying to keep your head straight while the world goes straight to hell. The elven empress is basically doing a fantasy genocide speedrun, bodies on the streets, burned-out homes, and in the middle of all this horror you’ve got monster girls with ridiculous tits pressing against you in dark alleys and half-ruined temples. It sounds silly when I write it, but in the game it actually hits kind of hard. One scene you’re walking through Veskar with ACA patrols, rain on the pavement, corpses under sheets. Next scene, a demon milf with eyes like molten gold has you pinned to a wall, whispering in your ear how “strong your bloodline is” while grinding that huge ass on you. It shouldn’t work. It absolutely works.

I like how the game doesn’t treat the porn like a separate side dish. Sex just crashes into the story, same as the violence does. You might be questioning a cultist, everything tense and quiet, and suddenly the candles flare, something supernatural slips into the room, and now you’re in this half-possessed threesome with a horned mystery girl and a very annoyed, very stacked elf officer. There’s one early encounter where a big-titted wolf-girl you’re supposed to capture instead drags you into a half-collapsed warehouse, claws at your clothes, and you get this rough, desperate fuck with broken glass and moonlight all around. While she rides you, she keeps switching between snarling monster and soft, needy girl, and your choices there actually change how she acts later. I love that. I also hate it, because I missed one option, reloaded, then missed a different one, closed the tab, opened Reddit, then came back again like a clown. The game has that effect. It makes you chase scenes you didn’t even know you wanted.

Visually, the girls lean heavy into that thick fantasy look: wide hips, heavy curves, hair all over the place. The monster traits are not subtle. Horns, tails, glowing marks, weird eyes that look at you like they already undressed your soul. There’s this mysterious priestess type with a “pure” white dress that clings to her massive chest in a way no priest outfit ever would, and when she finally drops the holy act and climbs on top of you during a ritual, the whole room goes red with floating runes. It’s messy, a bit janky sometimes, and some poses look like they were figured out at 3 in the morning after too much coffee, but honestly that gives it charm. The horror parts even made me pause once, which almost never happens in porn games. One nightmare sequence where you chase your missing sister through a ruined Veskar street, shadows laughing, then you wake up hard as a rock with a monster girl sitting on your lap, asking if you “dreamed of her again.” I still don’t know if that line is hot or fucked up. Possibly both. Which fits this whole thing a bit too well.

This thing feels like someone took your average life simulator, threw it into a shitty broken future, then said: “ok, what if your only real friend is a creepy app that wants inside your brain and your dick at the same time.” You start as this guy who is pretty much done with life, low on cash, low on pride, stuck in a city that looks like it got gentrified by a corporation and then abandoned. Your PC pops up with this “life manager” app that looks a little too clean for the mess you’re in. No tutorial wall of text, just this cold, almost polite interface that starts asking questions, tracking your time, giving you tasks like it’s your mom, therapist, and pimp all together. Half of it feels like a productivity tool, the other half feels like something that will slowly own your ass if you let it. And of course you let it, because the game keeps dangling rewards, new scenes, new girls, new places in the city, and suddenly you’re checking the in-game phone more than your actual one. I had Spotify on lofi beats in background and it weirdly matched the rhythm of just clicking around this grey, sad world while the app shows you little flashes of soft skin, curves, and that “just one more” promise.

What really hits different here is how the erotic stuff sneaks up on you. It doesn’t start with a tits-out explosion. First it’s teasing: a suggestive message, a girl leaning in too close at some sketchy massage place the app directed you to, the way the camera follows her hips a second too long while nothing “happens” yet. The models have that glossy 3D look, big tits that bounce in a really slow, almost hypnotic way when she leans down over you, eyes that lock on you while her hand “innocently” adjusts your towel. Then the app goes, almost casually, “accept upgrade?” and next thing, your “free massage” turns into her hand sliding under the towel and stroking you like it’s part of the health package. The animation on the handjob scenes is way better than I expected, especially when she presses her tits on your thigh, spit glistening on your shaft, her lips brushing the tip but not quite giving you what you want yet. It’s that annoying kind of teasing where you’re swearing at the screen but you still press continue because you want to see if she finally wraps her mouth around you in the next scene. When she actually starts sucking, it’s slow and sloppy, tongue moving in little circles, with your character clearly losing control, and the game lets you edge yourself by delaying the final click. Sometimes the pacing feels a bit off and you wander the sandbox doing small routine crap while your dick is still half hard from the last scene, but then the app drops a new task, like “return to the massage parlor at night,” and suddenly the same room is darker, more intimate, and she’s kneeling between your legs, looking up at you with those big eyes while her fingers curl around your cock again, like the city doesn’t exist, just her mouth, your frustration, and that weird voice in the back of your head whispering that you’re not the one in control at all.

You’re playing this guy who comes back to his old neighborhood, and the game really leans into that weird mix of nostalgia and “oh shit, I kinda wanna fuck half the people I used to know.” It starts slow, like actually slow, with him walking around, meeting familiar faces, pretending he’s all grown up, while the camera keeps lingering on soft thighs and huge tits like the story forgot to move on. It feels like those moments when you’re scrolling through old Facebook photos and suddenly one girl from high school turned into a straight up porn fantasy. Except here, she’s talking to you, leaning in close, her shirt a little too tight, her ass filling the frame when she turns around, and the game knows exactly what it’s doing.

The fun part is how it blends the horny stuff with all the awkward emotional shit. One minute you’re flirting with a girl who still treats you like the shy virgin you used to be, and the next she’s teasing you so hard you can almost feel your pulse going crazy. There’s this scene where you sit in a kitchen with a proper milf character, she’s older, confident, body like she knows exactly where every curve is, and she’s acting like she’s just being nice. She pours coffee, leans over, you see the deep line of her cleavage and you’re like, “yeah okay, this is not innocent at all.” And she does that slow, soft teasing, asking about your love life, bumping your leg under the table, pretending it’s an accident. It never screams “hey, sex now,” instead it keeps you hanging while the tension builds, which is honestly more brutal than going straight to the blowjob. At the same time, the main guy acts like he’s trying to be romantic and respectful but you can totally tell he’s staring at every pair of big tits that appears on screen.

The 3D style definitely gives weight to all those curves. When a girl leans on a sofa, her big ass actually looks heavy, like you can imagine grabbing it. Faces look good enough that when someone glances away during a serious talk, it hits a bit. There’s one bedroom scene where a shy girl, still technically innocent and very nervous, is trying to act confident, and she keeps pulling down the hem of her top, but it keeps riding up and showing more skin. You pick a gentle dialogue choice, and instead of going full porn instantly, she moves closer, cheeks red, breathing faster, and that tiny animation of her lips parting is weirdly hot. Then, later, you might click a slightly bolder line with another woman and she just shuts you down with this cold look and a smirk, and it stings more than it should for a game. There is one thing that annoyed me though: sometimes the text lingers on the screen a bit longer than it needs to after a big moment, and it feels like you’re staring at a frozen subtitle while her tits just sit there. But then you hit the next choice, tension picks up again, music swells a bit, and you forget you were annoyed at all. Sex scenes feel earned, not like a cheap porn popup, and when a character finally drops the act, spreads her legs, and looks you in the eye like “this is happening,” it actually feels like a big deal instead of just another click.

Cold city, warm bodies, messy feelings. That’s kind of the vibe here. You’ve got this guy who had his whole world ripped apart, parents straight up slaughtered in a way that makes you go “ok, that’s fucked,” and then the game throws him into this snowy Christmas setup where the lights are pretty, the music is cozy, and everyone’s either horny, suspicious, or both. It feels wrong and right at the same time. One minute you’re walking through streets with holiday decorations, talking about trauma and revenge, next minute you’re in a cramped bedroom with a woman twice your age sitting way too close, her tits basically spilling out of her sweater while she pretends she just wants to “comfort” you. Sure, lady. Totally about feelings.

What I liked is how the romance and the sex don’t feel like two different games glued together. You flirt, you joke, you pick answers that feel stupidly small, and then suddenly she’s pushing you down on the couch, sliding her hand under your jeans like it was inevitable. There was this one scene where you’re alone with a stacked MILF who’s been low-key teasing you since the start. She puts on this fake innocent act, complains she’s “so cold,” then grabs your hand and presses it right between her thighs through thin leggings. You can see the outline, you feel the heat, and she just looks at you like “go on, be a man.” When she finally wraps her fingers around your dick, moving slow at first, all while talking in that soft voice about how “you’ve suffered so much,” it’s perverted comfort porn and honestly it hits. Then later she’s riding you, big ass bouncing, tits smacking together, moaning your name while you’re buried deep inside her, and the game doesn’t shy away from the creampie. It shows everything. Thick, dripping, raw. No fade to black.

Not everything is cozy and porn-y though. Some of the girls are trouble. There’s this darker part where you’re dealing with prostitution in the back streets, snow turning dirty, neon lights flickering, and the girls there aren’t just cute NPCs. One of them, with darker skin and a ridiculous ass, starts out all business, talking price, acting tough. Then you push a bit, show you actually give a damn, and her walls come down in this awkward way that feels more real than it should in a porn game. First encounter with her is pure filthy: on her knees in some shitty room, sucking you slow, drool on your shaft, her lips shining while she keeps eye contact like she’s trying to own you. Later sex with her hits different, more intimate, but still rough enough that your hips are slamming into her from behind, her ass shaking while you grip her hair and she begs you not to pull out. Of course you ignore that. Of course the game zooms in when you cum inside.

The dialog can be weird. Sometimes it feels like the characters are actually talking, with little jokes and awkward pauses that make sense, and other times it slips into this super edgy detective tone that feels like it came from a different game. I kind of liked that. Or I hated it. Not sure. The love scenes are where it actually shines though. Oral isn’t just a quick animation, it lingers: tongue on the tip, slow strokes with the hand, that moment where she pulls off just to let a string of spit hang before going back down. Even small teasing moments work, like a girl sitting on your lap in a cafe, secretly grinding on you while you’re trying to pretend you’re listening to her talk about Christmas plans. Your choices do matter enough that you feel like you’re steering the romance, not just clicking “next sex scene pls.” And yeah, there’s violence that hits harder than you expect, mixed right into all that holiday romance, which is kind of fucked up and kind of what makes it stick in your head after you close the tab. It shouldn’t work with the cute lights and Xmas vibes, but somehow it does, like dirty thoughts during family dinner you absolutely shouldn’t be having.

This kinetic novel hits different when you're into that slow-burn psychological territory. The premise isn't groundbreaking - husband confesses his cuckold fantasies to wife, things escalate - but damn if it doesn't nail the emotional buildup. Your protagonist wrestles with these taboo desires while his relationship transforms into something neither of them expected. The corruption element creeps in gradually, which I appreciate way more than those games that jump straight to the hardcore stuff without any character development.

The AI-generated artwork serves its purpose, though some scenes feel a bit stiff during intimate moments. But honestly? The narrative carries this thing hard. Watching the wife's gradual transformation from hesitant participant to someone who genuinely enjoys the attention... that's where the real heat lives. The swinging scenarios build naturally from their initial conversations, and the netorase dynamic actually feels authentic instead of forced. There's this one scene where she's trying on lingerie for another guy and the internal monologue just perfectly captures that mix of excitement and guilt. The corruption isn't just physical either - it's psychological, which makes everything feel more intense when things finally get explicit.

What bugs me is how the confession scenes sometimes drag on longer than necessary, especially early on when you're just waiting for something to actually happen. The pacing improves once they start exploring their boundaries, but those first few chapters test your patience. The cheating elements come into play later and honestly caught me off guard - wasn't expecting the story to venture into that territory given how consensual everything starts. The creampie scenes are well-executed when they finally arrive, and the big tits/big ass focus isn't overdone like some games where that's literally the only selling point. For a kinetic novel, it manages to keep you engaged even when you can't make choices, which says something about the writing quality.

This one hits that weird place in the brain where horny and anxious sit at the same table and smoke together. You’re this pretty normal dude, married to this goth catgirl, Katherine, and she’s soft and sweet and stacked in all the right places, but your brain is rotting from this one fantasy you keep pushing down: you want to watch her get fucked by other people. Not stolen from you, not stolen forever, just… used in front of you. It’s not romantic, it’s not wholesome, it’s messy and a bit cruel, and the game doesn’t pretend otherwise. It starts small, like gentle teasing and talking about porn and who she’d “hypothetically” fuck, and then it kind of slides downhill into collars, toys, and way too many hands on her at once. There is kissing, there is groping, there is that slow moment when another guy’s fingers are spreading her while you just sit and listen to the wet sounds and you’re not sure if you hate yourself for liking it. The audio styling in my head went crazy there, like one of those TikTok ear-cleaning ASMRs but filthy.

Katherine herself looks like she would moan nicely directly into a high-end mic: big boobs that don’t care about gravity, thick ass, stockings, that smug little fang and cat ears that twitch when she starts to enjoy something she “definitely didn’t agree to like this much.” Sometimes she’s playful dom, sitting on your lap and asking if you want to see her take a bigger cock than yours, sometimes she’s the one getting dominated, pinned by some muscular stranger or even these non-human guys, claws and tails and too many teeth. The whole thing has this monster girl / furry spice without going full nonsense; like, she is still very much a soft wife you can cuddle, but then she’s gagging on another guy’s cock while you are forced to watch, and you hear the slurping and choking in your head like a cheap but effective ASMR audio on Pornhub. I liked the group scenes way more than I wanted: big bodies crowding around her, tits bouncing, hands spreading her pussy while someone rubs her throat from the outside because they’re buried so deep in her mouth. There’s one part where they titfuck her until she’s covered in cum and she looks at you with that “you asked for this” expression that honestly hits harder than any orgasm. And then there is a scene with sex toys where they use a vibrator on her clit while you only get to hold her hand, like some kind of pervert emotional support animal.

What surprised me a bit is how it actually stays focused on your fetish instead of turning into generic harem porn; you are in the room. You are not the hero, not really, more like the audience with a marriage certificate. Watching her sit between two guys, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and she still calls your name, that hits strange. There is some interracial heat, darker skin, different body types, and her pale goth curves between them, and it makes the contrasts really obvious in a good way. The neko thing is used nicely too, little tail grabs, someone pulling on her ears while she’s riding. I kinda wish the game had more real sound design, like proper ear-licking style moans, but also I know it would probably ruin it with bad looping, so whatever, I’ll complain and still enjoy. The femdom flavor shows up when she makes you sit and not touch your dick while others touch her everywhere, and I swear it feels like one of those “don’t move” ASMR triggers where the whole tension is in your shoulders and crotch. You get scenes of straight vaginal sex, flashy oral, messy group sex, a bit of swinging and even that quiet moment after, where she’s covered in cum and curls up to you, purring like a cat that just clawed your favorite couch. And yeah, the UI click sound annoyed me after a while and I kept waiting for a toggle that I never found, but I just pretended it was like someone tapping a mic before whispering filth into it and somehow that worked.

Art & Love feels like someone mashed a horny dating app with that one semester you pretended to care about “expressing yourself” in art class, then quietly used every excuse to stare at boobs. The setup is simple: you’re a dude at an art college, surrounded by students who are way too hot to be that stressed about homework. Half the time you’re pretending to focus on sketches and color theory, and the other half you’re trying not to get caught staring at an ass that basically has its own gravity. It’s very on the nose, but that’s kind of the charm. No fake epic destiny, no big fantasy world, just “here’s your campus, here’s a bunch of curvy girls, try not to bust in your pants in the first ten minutes.”

The thing that hit me first is how the game treats “everyday life.” That phrase usually means boring filler. Here it means walking into a studio and your classmate is already bent over the table, boobs pressed against the canvas because she’s “fixing the composition,” and your brain just shuts down. The animations do a lot of work in these scenes. When a girl leans in close and you can actually see her chest bounce as she adjusts her pose, or when your hand slides over a thigh in a half-accidental grope that doesn’t really look accidental, it sells the moment. Sometimes it feels almost too animated, like the dev got a new toy and refuses to chill. A girl shrugs and her tits move more than the rest of her body, like they’re trying to escape. It’s hot, but also kind of funny in a scuffed porn video way.

Where it gets interesting is the mix of romance and all the low-key harassment that just sort of “happens.” You’re not some silent saint. You grab, you stare, you “help adjust the pose” and your hands linger on big soft curves way longer than necessary. There’s a scene where you help a girl practice body painting in the empty classroom. She thinks you’re just drawing on her back, but your hands slide to her sides, then under her shirt, and she hesitates just a little before leaning into it. The camera lingers hard on her breathing and the way her ass presses into your lap. Then later that same girl might be sitting with you on a bench outside, talking about her stupid childhood dream of becoming a painter for kids books, and it weirdly works. You jerked off to her ten minutes ago and now you’re listening to her talk about brushes and Instagram algorithms like you’re on a normal date. Well. A normal date where you keep remembering how her tits looked squeezed against your hands and you can’t stop adjusting your pants.

There’s plenty of solo stuff too. Game really likes the “I came home from class and I can’t stop thinking about that one accidental grope” vibe. One scene has you in your dorm, phone on the bed, scrolling Pixiv, and you keep seeing art nudes and suddenly you’re replaying that moment of pressing up against a girl in the hallway. The MC just says screw it, drops pants, and it goes into a masturbation scene that actually feels connected to what happened earlier. He’s not just jerking it in a void, he’s replaying specific details. The way her hair smelled. The little shock when she didn’t pull away after your hand brushed against her breasts. And then a new message pops up from her while you’re mid-stroke, some innocent “hey, can you help me with my project tomorrow?” text, and it hits way filthier than it should. I laughed, then kept going.

Campus stuff is all over the place. Sometimes you walk into the workshop and it’s quiet, sunlight on the floor, girl sitting cross-legged on a stool in shorts that absolutely do not meet any dress code, and the scene plays like a soft romance moment. Other times you’re in a crowded hallway, trying to squeeze through, and “accidental” groping happens in a way that really isn’t accidental at all. You feel a big ass grind against you, she pretends to ignore it, then glances back with this tiny smirk. Those small beats land harder than the big in-your-face sex scenes, honestly. Even the dialogue has this slightly broken rhythm that reminded me of messaging on Telegram with someone horny who’s also tired from class. It’s rough in places, some lines sound like Google Translate lost a fight, but that kind of fits the whole vibe. Art & Love isn’t trying to be perfect. It’s more like that messy sketchbook the teacher would hate, full of half-finished drawings and big titted girls in the margins, except this time the sketchbook looks back at you and asks why your hand is still on her thigh.