You find yourself alone with the shy librarian assistant, her glasses slipping down as she nervously bites her lip. One steamy encounter awaits you - a quickie that ignites between whispered words and stolen glances.

This visual novel isn’t about endless scenes; it’s about savoring a tightly woven narrative filled with lust and hesitation. Every line of text pulls you deeper into the librarian’s conflicted mind, her secret fantasies laid bare as you guide her through choices that will change everything.

Her trembling hands and flushed cheeks tell the story before words even begin - a slow build-up that explodes into a messy, satisfying creampie.

This game may be brief, but every second is dripping with erotic tension and vivid detail - perfect for those who crave intimacy mixed with choice.

If you’re drawn to the thrill of forbidden encounters and the charm of a bespectacled seductress, this is your playground.

So grab control, make your choices, and watch the shy librarian assistant shed her inhibitions in a torrent of passion.

Ready to lose yourself in a world where intellect meets raw desire? The library doors are open, and the librarian waits.

This one feels like watching some horny fan rewrite a “wholesome college romance” show into a breeding marathon, then forgetting to edit half of it, in a good and ugly way at same time. The whole thing circles around Rebecca, this slightly bitchy brunette cheerleader who thinks she’s just doing a porn shoot for her OnlyFans or some fake PornHub “audition,” and the MC who is so obsessed with becoming a dad that it stops being cute pretty fast and turns into “ok dude, chill, we got it, you wanna dump a baby in her.” He talks about his cum like a gardener talking about tomato seeds, and I actually laughed because it sounds like bad fanfic where the writer gets way too proud of their own metaphor. But then you get a scene where you’re lining up the shot inside her, watching her stomach tense and her mascara smear, and the stupid tomato seed line suddenly hits kinda hard because the gameplay literally makes you care if it “sticks” or not. Fanfic brain meets pregnancy fetish, zero shame.

Gameplay is simple, but not dead-boring. You bounce between quick shooting sections and these dialog choices that feel like those old flash VN knockoffs, except here your “aim” isn’t just with the gun. There’s a cheap arcade vibe to the gun parts, where you clear a tiny stage, earn enough points, and that decides how rough or soft the porn scene will play out. It’s goofy, but I had this one run where I barely sc*** by, missed half my shots, and ended up in a scene where Rebecca is annoyed, chewing gum, rolling her eyes while you still push for a creampie. It felt like bad behind-the-scenes footage from xHamster where the actress is tired but the producer is like “one more take.” That small mood change hit way harder than it had any right to. I kinda wish there was more of that, more emotional flip depending on how you “perform,” but the game keeps snapping back to “I will fill you and you will be my perfect pregnant whore” like it’s scared to be too interesting. TikTok attention span design, I guess.

What surprised me is the customization. Not deep like Skyrim mod loadout, but enough to scratch that fanfic “my canon, my rules” itch. You slide her body type, tweak hair, tan, a bit of face, even small stuff like nail color, then drop her back into this same porn studio script. It feels like you’re writing different AUs of the same smutty chapter, just with a different Rebecca every time. One run she’s a petite shy cheerleader, next run she looks like a thick MILF who somehow is still in college, and nobody in the story reacts, like the universe just shrugs and lets you have your kink. The pregnancy angle is not subtle at all: you literally stare at fertility stats, time your “shots,” watch the UI hint that her womb is finally “ready,” then there’s a whole little victory beat when the game decides yes, the seed took. It’s kind of gross. And hot. And then kind of gross again when the dialog tries to get romantic but still calls her a cum dumpster in the same line. Also, tiny thing, the text sometimes skips too fast if you tap by habit on mobile Chrome, which annoyed the hell out of me, because I missed a really filthy line about how her cheer outfit doesn’t fit anymore and couldn’t replay it without grinding that dumb shooting stage again. I’m still mad about that and I won’t elaborate.

Nami and Robin on a sunny little island “vacation” with zero supervision already sounds like fanfiction that escaped from someone's secret Discord folder, and this thing basically leans all the way into that. No plot armor, no long speeches about friendship, just two pirates who are bored, horny, and way too comfortable with each other. Luffy and the rest of the idiots are off-screen doing whatever shonen boys do, and Robin just looks at Nami like, yeah, we’re not wasting this silence. The whole setup is incredibly simple: beach, water, boobs that look like they’re breaking several laws of physics, and a “hey, what if I just grow you a massive cock right now” moment. It’s the most Robin thing ever, except Oda would explode if this was canon. One second Nami is lounging around in her swimsuit, tits basically falling out on purpose, and the next she’s packing this stupidly big shaft like she’s been futa her whole life. No slow build, no shy nonsense, she’s just suddenly hung and Robin is already eyeing it like dessert.

The pacing feels like it was written by a horny teenager who skipped breakfast. Robin doesn’t even pretend to be classy. She goes full porn-brain: sliding between Nami’s boobs, stroking that huge shaft with those long fingers, licking the tip like she’s trying to taste the entire ocean. The boobjob is messy in the good way, with Nami looking half proud, half “what the hell did you just do to my body” while still thrusting into her own tits like a complete pervert. Then you get that switch, Robin dropping down and taking it in her mouth, sucking her crewmate off like a girl who’s been waiting whole arcs for this exact chance. Deep throat, sloppy spit, her lips sliding down that oversized cock while Nami’s hips twitch and she bites her lip, boobs bouncing every time she bucks forward. The game doesn’t pretend to be romantic, but ironically it kinda feels more intimate than half the “serious” hentai. They’re alone, no audience, just two pirates using each other for relief. And then when Robin gets on all fours and offers that big ass, with Nami grabbing her waist and ramming that thing in from behind, it stops being cute and goes straight into filthy. Doggy on the beach, swimsuit half pushed aside, sand, sea, big cock stretching Robin while her tits swing under her, hair all over the place, and Nami pounding like she’s angry at the Grand Line itself. Watching Robin get filled from behind while she begs for more and talks dirty is honestly way hotter than it has any right to be. Outdoor sex, creampie, everything uncensored, no annoying cutaway, just Nami stuffing her full until she’s leaking and twitching in the sand, like they just recorded the most illegal vacation sex tape that will absolutely never reach the Sunny’s Den Den Mushi, except you know it totally would.

There’s this skinny anime brunette with big eyes and those silly cute pigtails, already breathing hard, riding some faceless guy. It starts like you just opened one more throwaway hentai clip, nothing special, just sticky moans, thighs shaking, his hands on her waist while she keeps dropping down on his cock like she really wants that load. No romance, no build up, just straight “fill me up” energy. When he finally blows inside her, you actually see the cum shoot deep, there’s this extra second where her belly twitches and her face locks in that “oh fuck” expression. And then the game flips you from horny spectator into a tiny swimmer that was just inside his balls a moment ago. It’s a weird feeling, like you were jerking to the guy, not the girl, even though you weren’t.

Suddenly you are that one sperm. No tutorial spam, no giant popups, it just throws you into the tube, like those old-school flash games that hated your hand-eye coordination. You just control this tiny white swimmer trying to reach her ovum, sliding through these narrow fleshy tunnels. The walls don’t look like medical textbook stuff, more like soft pink obstacles that almost feel wet just from the way they curve. Touch them and you’re dead, reset, back at the starting spurt. That restart hits harder than it should, because each time you fail, you’re imagining the rest of the cum just dripping out of her uselessly while your “chosen one” keeps crashing like an idiot. You try to keep it smooth, little micro movements, your mouse or trackpad feels suddenly too big for that tiny path. It’s bullshit sometimes, because the hitbox feels a bit fatter than the sperm itself. I swear I brushed a wall by a pixel and still exploded. I was half horny, half mad at my monitor.

The funny part is how your brain keeps flipping between porn and challenge mode. You start a run while still thinking about her panting and clutching the sheets, but three seconds later you’re leaning in, swearing at a little white tadpole like it owes you money. The clock at the top keeps ticking, daring you to be “faster” which, in a sex context, is actually the opposite of what you want, but here it works. When you finally nail a clean run and glide into that ovum, there’s this tiny pop of contact, and in your head you just know her womb is now officially hijacked. No giant pregnancy belly cutscene, no epic fanfare, just the simple, dirty idea that you are the one that stuck inside her, out of millions of wasted brothers. Ridiculous, but it makes that short loop strangely addictive. Every time I close the tab I think “yeah that was enough”, then remember how close I was to beating my last time and suddenly I’m back, trying to guide my overconfident little swimmer into her again like some cursed mobile game you keep on your phone next to WhatsApp and TikTok, pretending it’s just another puzzle app.