Old classmate stories usually bore the shit out of me, but this one got under my skin in a weird way. You start off thinking it’s going to be another “hey remember me from school” nostalgia trip, then the game just quietly twists it. You’re thrown back into contact with this former classmate who grew into this sharp, cocky femboy with soft features and a filthy mouth, and at the same time there’s this bombshell girl with ridiculous tits who somehow remembers tiny stuff about you that you forgot about yourself. It feels more like walking into a conversation that already started without you than “beginning a game”, which I kind of liked and kind of hated. The writing is rough in places, like somebody translating their fantasies from their head into English on too little sleep, but sometimes that hits harder. When he leans in too close at the train station and jokes about how no one would believe you two used to share homework, it doesn’t read smooth, it reads awkward and horny, and that’s more honest than most polished porn games on Steam.

The main loop is just talking, clicking, choosing who you piss off and who you turn on, but the choices have that nasty little sting. Flirt back with the femboy when he “ironically” asks if you stared at his ass in PE, and later the girl calls you out for always liking “pretty boys” in class. Pretend you’re straight as a ruler, and the next CG with her on your lap somehow feels flatter, like the game is side‑eying you for lying to yourself. I had this moment in a cheap karaoke booth scene where he’s drunk, sprawled across your shoulder, and the game lets you either push him away toward her or slide your hand down his thigh. I picked the thigh, obviously, and the expression change in the CG hit me harder than it should. Not because the art is perfect, it’s not, but because it looks like the artist actually had a thing for femboys and not just “added one for diversity”. Of course right after that, there’s a clunky bit where a whole block of text dumps backstory about some school festival, pacing dies, and the mood facesits a concrete floor. Then two clicks later you get a CG of her straddling you in your crappy apartment, bra half off, his messages blowing up your phone on the nightstand, and suddenly you remember why you’re still reading all this.

What I like is how casually it treats the bisexual stuff. It doesn’t stop the whole story to pat you on the head for “being valid”, it just puts a pretty boy and a stacked girl in front of you and lets you be messy with both. There’s this cheap thrill when you sneak a kiss with him in a quiet alley, and later, when she’s riding you and spots a hickey that clearly isn’t from her, the text doesn’t do the usual moral panic, it just leans into the heat. The relationship parts are clingy and toxic in this familiar way, like old classmates who know too much and use it when they want you naked. Sometimes the game forgets it’s about sex and rambles about stupid school memories that no one asked for, then casually drops a CG where he’s on his knees between your legs, eyeliner smudged, and you’re like “ok, fine, keep talking.” It feels like a horny chat log you weren’t supposed to read, wrapped in a visual novel that pretends to be about reconnection but is really about seeing how far you’ll go before you admit you want both of them.

The lovely and unworldly young assistant you brought on, Rachel, struggles with her own problems. Because her mother’s smothering hold is suffocating, she craves a taste of life beyond her family’s grasp. She’s at your beck and call, prepared to fulfill your needs as your dedicated assistant. Still, one thing remains uncertain: how will you handle her? Do you reshape her into the seductress she desperately wants to be, or will she be the key to unlocking your dark history? It’s up to you to decide. Your commands, actions, and conversations with her all ripple into meaningful outcomes. Do Rachel, her brother, and your offspring become loyal servants, or will they awaken your deepest desires for affection? You won’t find game overs or bad endings in this journey.

Enter a narrative that bends and shifts with each decision you make. Discover the volatile mix of lust, loyalty, and secrets binding these characters together. Lead the way, challenge taboos, and see how Rachel changes with every command you give. Surrender to the intoxicating dance of control, temptation, and illicit bonds. Every command echoes through her family circle and shapes the fate you create together. Not merely gameplay, but a dynamic tale powered by your raw cravings and secret fantasies. Seize control, embrace the chaos, and immerse yourself in this provocative adventure today.

Can you imagine a spot duller than a lonely motel stranded in the endless, colorless desert? But somehow, this married duo glimpsed opportunity amid the dust and decay. They took ownership, slowly bringing life back to the cracked floors and faded wallpaper.

Every day is a battle to maintain the motel, juggling repairs, guests, and the relentless desert sun. On top of that, they can’t resist causing a little chaos, teasing and tempting every visitor who walks through the door.

The guests who check in aren’t your average travelers - each has their own dark cravings and hidden stories. Some come seeking escape, others come craving something forbidden, all drawn to the motel’s raw energy.

Our owners don’t just watch from the sidelines - they dive headfirst into the mess, tangled in lust and power plays alike.

Each evening promises new encounters, pushing boundaries and breaking rules you didn’t know you wanted to break.

Don’t just drive past - step inside and see how deep the rabbit hole goes in this sultry, sunburnt den of desire. Prepare to dive into a story filled with sharp edges, broken hearts, and unrelenting pleasure.

Outside my window, the day was fading fast, the sky awash in warm tones of orange and blush, wrapped in the quiet calm of early evening. I was comfortably nestled into my usual nighttime routine, music playing softly to fill the apartment’s corners. The scent of simmering pasta sauce, heavy with fresh herbs and ripe tomatoes, curled through the air as I stirred it slowly on the stove. As the vegetables sizzled and clinked against the pan, their sounds meshed seamlessly with the mellow beats flowing from the speakers. Suddenly, a loud, urgent knock broke through the calm, jolting me out of my reverie. A spark of intrigue - and something darker - ignited within me as I approached the door, pulse racing in the charged silence. Questions flooded my mind: Who was this stranger? What hidden intentions lurked behind the knock? The evening's calm had transformed into a tantalizing mystery. With a breath caught between hesitation and excitement, I pulled the door open, crossing into a night thick with promise and unspoken invitation. Tonight, the mundane had slipped away, replaced by the pulse of something wild, urgent, and deeply alive.