Whole thing feels like somebody grabbed Overwatch, threw it into a horny fanfic Discord, and then actually finished it for once. You’re basically dropped into this weird “school but not really school” setup where Tracer is cracking jokes, D.Va’s glued to her phone like she’s farming Twitch subs, and Mercy looks like she’s pretending to be responsible while absolutely not being responsible at all. It’s a visual novel, so yeah, expect a lot of clicking through dialogue, but the dev at least tries to make you feel like the choices matter. One moment you’re just teasing D.Va about her stream, next moment you’ve got her on her knees, eyes glossy, sloppy sound effects in your headphones, and you’re like “ok I did not expect it to escalate on this click.” The transitions into the scenes are actually kinda smooth, except when they’re not and it jumps straight from flirty banter to her lips around your cock like someone hit fast forward on Pornhub.

The 3D look is… funny. Sometimes Mercy’s ass looks like it has its own gravity field, like it’s about to pull the whole classroom into orbit, and then in the next scene her face goes a bit plastic and you’re stuck staring at her mouth because the tongue animation is way better than it has any right to be. Oral stuff is clearly where the dev had the most fun. D.Va drooling on your shaft, Mercy going slow and “professional”, Tracer doing that playful tease where she kisses just the tip then pulls back with this smirk that makes you want to choke her and thank her at the same time. Couple of animated loops feel like proper hentai clips you’d find on some shady Telegram channel, with the camera glued to their lips, spit strings, little throat bulge, you know the good shit. And the butts. Every time someone bends over, the camera basically forgets there is a head attached. I opened it “just to check the art” and ended up rewinding one Mercy ass shot like I was in VLC trying to find my favorite timestamp.

It still has that parody energy. They mention their “hero” stuff and sci‑fi crap just enough to remind you this is technically the Overwatch universe, then two lines later you have Tracer straddling you in some random classroom, riding you with her boobs bouncing in a way Blizzard would probably sue over. I liked how you can act like a nice guy or a smug bastard and both paths still lead to filthy scenes, just with different flavor: gentle blowjob with shy eye contact, or D.Va gagging on you while you hold her head and she looks up all bratty. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you get this long emotional talk with Mercy about her past, you think “oh plot now”, and one choice later she’s kneeling between your legs, lipstick smeared on your dick. UI is fine, whatever, I played it half on my laptop while pretending to answer Slack messages. The only thing that annoyed me was one teasing scene that drags on forever, Tracer keeps edging you with her hand and mouth, the text goes on and on, and the actual payoff animation is like three seconds. I still replayed it.

Your grandparents vanish off the face of the earth, everyone acts like they’re dead, and the whole town just kind of… moves on. Years later you roll back in, phone in your pocket, brain full of horny thoughts you really shouldn’t have while asking people about missing old folks. It starts quiet. A simple mobile-style interface, tapping around like you’re just checking Instagram, but each location you poke has a little secret. A window left half open. A shower running too long. A MILF neighbor “too friendly” who somehow knows way more about your grandparents than she should, but instead you’re watching her bend over, thinking with your dick and not your head. Classic.

It tries to be a mystery first, and somehow still rubs your face in sex every few minutes. You follow clues like a point and click, only instead of boring keys and doors, you catch a girl masturbating with a toy on her couch because you checked the wrong camera at the right time. Or the right camera at the wrong time, depends how moral you are, I guess. There’s this voyeur vibe everywhere: security feeds in weird places, people who “didn’t know the camera is on,” and you, the good little detective, totally not replaying the clip three times before interrogating her about where she was the night your grandparents disappeared. The game teases you constantly. Women strip to distract you mid-dialogue, big tits pushed in your face while you’re trying to remember who lied about the last time they saw grandma. You tell yourself you’re focused on the case, but the next scene is you balls deep, creampie, and then going “oh shit, what was I doing again.”

What really messed with me is that there are superpower bits thrown into this small-town detective story like it’s normal. Suddenly you’re reading micro-expressions, nudging minds, or freezing time long enough to enjoy an “accidental” upskirt that lasts way too long to be accidental. It’s half sci-fi, half horny soap opera. The pacing is kinda weird sometimes, you’ll be in a really tender romance moment with a shy girl finally taking off her clothes slow, proper teasing, then the next tap dumps you in some sandbox area where a dominant older woman drags you around by the balls and talks like she owns the whole town. And you let her. Of course you let her. There’s one scene where a so-called respectable “auntie” type corners you during an “investigation,” pushes you into a chair, rides you until you’re shaking, then tells you important story info while you’re still buried inside her. That mix of information and sex is absolutely stupid and also exactly what my brain wanted. Animation helps a lot, nothing crazy, but enough bounce and wetness that when a big ass grinds on you, it actually feels like something. The game jokes about itself too, throwing in weird humor about old people, porn logic, and how no one ever calls the police, like it knows exactly what kind of trash it is. And yeah, sometimes the dialogue hits like a bad meme from 2014, yet I kept tapping, waiting for the next time a “serious interview” turned into you on your back, MILF on top, mystery temporarily forgotten under her.

Kidnapped in the middle of training, dumped into a world that feels like a horny JRPG fever dream, and surrounded by women who could crush your skull between their thighs if they felt slightly bored. That’s basically the vibe here. You start as this pretty regular male trainee, trying to keep up with your sensei, then suddenly two insanely hot strangers show up, knock your whole life sideways, and drag both of you into some twisted fantasy realm where every “empress” you meet wants either your obedience, your cock, or both at the same time. Story pretends it’s about rescuing your sensei, but honestly half the time I forgot she even exists because the game keeps throwing another stacked villainess in front of your face and going “yeah, you’re gonna kneel for this one too.” And you probably will. The world is split into zones that feel like fetish stages: one moment you’re in some gloomy palace where the ruler sits on a throne like a bored goddess, one heel on your chest, next scene you’re sneaking through ruins with your balls still aching from the “training” she gave you as a reward for losing.

What really hits hard is how the women don’t just dominate you with dialog, they use the whole environment. Dungeon fight lost? You get pinned to the cold stone floor while she rides you slow, talking trash, making you beg as if the combat never even mattered. Win a “boss” fight? Nice try, she still ends up straddling your face, using your tongue like it’s just another weapon she looted. The 3D scenes lean heavily into big tits and body worship: soft skin, heavy breasts in your face, thighs around your head while she milks you like you’re just a toy she found in a chest. Some scenes are almost sweet for a second, when one of the empresses pretends to care, strokes your cheek, kisses you slow, then immediately flips you over and fucks you from above until you’re shaking and she’s laughing about how weak you are. Dialog swings from “I’ll crush your rebellion” to “I’ll drain you dry” without even a pause, and somehow both feel totally normal in this world. Combat and choices exist, sure, but half the time you click something and just wonder what fresh humiliation or surprise handjob is coming next. Honestly I loved it, and also kinda hated myself for loving it, which is exactly the mood this game seems to enjoy rubbing in your face.

You wake up half dead in some dusty tent, head ringing, body wrapped in bandages that smell like herbs and sweat, and the first thing you see is this desert beauty bending over you with her tits almost falling out of her clothes. Not some plastic bimbo, but that soft, dark eyed type, like old anime OVA heroines from the 90s, where the artist actually cared about curves and skin tone. She says her name is Imry, and you can’t remember jack shit, not even your own name, but your dick remembers everything just fine. The game doesn’t rush it, though. You lie there listening to the wind outside, hearing the tribe talking in low voices, the sound of camels, the desert at night. That atmosphere hits you in the brain in this lazy way, like when you rewatch some VHS hentai from your youth and suddenly remember the exact smell of your room back then. Imry keeps leaning in to change bandages, and every time, the camera gets closer to her lips, her neck, the edge of her clothes where her nipple is just barely covered. It’s that kind of slow, teasing erotic, not the modern "HERE IS NAKED BODY IN 3 SECONDS" type. Which is funny, because the game still lets you fuck pretty quickly if you push certain choices.

The whole setup with the tribe and Zaris and his daughter feels like some lost “Arabian nights but horny” doujin that someone found on an old hard drive and turned into a visual novel. You saved the chief’s daughter from bandits, got slammed in the head, now you’re the mysterious warrior outsider in the camp. Of course he offers you his daughter like it’s the most normal thing in the world. She’s this shy but spoiled desert princess, with gold jewelry bouncing on her tits every time she moves, pretending to be all proper while her eyes keep drifting to your crotch when she thinks nobody sees. There’s this one scene where you walk outside the tent at night, moonlight on the sand, wind blowing her veil, and you can choose whether to act like a gentleman or just press her against a tent pole and grind. I picked the “a bit gentle but still horny” option and the CG that followed… yeah, I had to pause and open Telegram because my phone buzzed, and when I looked back, her expression in that moment stuck in my head for hours. Old school blush, a little drool, thighs pressed together, not this sterile porn pose style you see everywhere now.

The mystery stuff about who you are is kinda there, but honestly, I forgot about it halfway because I was too busy trying to unlock all the scenes with Imry. Some dialogue pacing is weird, like the game suddenly jumps from “how is your wound” to “I have always felt alone beneath these stars” and then back to slow handjob in the same conversation, like someone edited three drafts together and said “good enough.” There is also one choice where the timing of the text box completely killed the tension for me, but I still clicked through because the next CG promised nipple. Sometimes the desert background looks copy pasted, sometimes it hits you with this really nice sunset and you think “damn, this would be a killer wallpaper on my old Windows XP machine.” The sex is more about skin and eyes and those small touches, like fingers brushing over scars, the way her clothes slip aside instead of just vanishing. Penetration scenes are direct, lots of fluids, hips slapping, that good stuff, but my favorite bits were the small lewd moments, like Imry’s hair all messy after she goes down on you and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, pretending nothing happened while her cheeks glow. It feels rough around the edges, like some half forgotten hentai CD-ROM game little perverts like me used to trade on shady forums, and that’s exactly why it stuck in my head after I closed the browser.

This one feels like someone took a comfy slice‑of‑life drama, locked it in a room, fed it way too much dessert, tied it up with a bunch of horny ideas about control, and then just let it slowly swell until nobody fits their old clothes anymore. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes here, you’re basically sliding into people’s lives and messing with the one thing they’re trying to keep steady: food, routine, and how much space their bodies are taking up. Girls start out “normal” chubby, then your choices quietly push them toward soft bellies, thicker thighs, boobs pressing against uniforms that really need new sizes. It’s not a sudden cartoon inflation, more like, one more snack, one more late-night delivery, one more “you look fine, trust me”, and you blink and go, ok, she actually grew a lot. The game leans hard into that mix of comfort and shame: they talk about being tired, about stress, about wanting to feel wanted, and you’re there like the little devil on their shoulder, handing them another plate and acting like it’s totally no big deal.

What makes it hit different is how slow and personal it feels. Conversations drag you in, they’re not just “click to fuck”. You’re asking about their day, about work, about why they always order the same greasy thing from that food app even when they swear they’re going to “eat better”. Then, little by little, they start trusting you. Letting you decide what they eat, how much, when they skip the gym. Sometimes it’s honestly sweet: you comfort a stressed girl with a big meal and she melts a bit, leans on you, tummy peeking when she slumps on the couch. Other times it’s darker, like when you nudge someone past the point she’s comfortable with and she still says yes because you’re the one paying attention to her. The control side sneaks in there: you choosing her portions, you telling her she looks beautiful tied to a chair, arms behind her, cheeks full of cake, belly pushing out, and she’s half embarrassed, half turned on. There is a harem structure going on, but it never feels like some clean checklist. It’s messy, like juggling chats, trying not to mix up who likes being praised for getting thicker and who is still pretending this is “temporary stress weight” while you’re literally the one making sure it isn’t. At some point you realize you’re basically running a quiet little cult of comfort eating and pretty captives, and the wild part is how normal it all felt on the way there.

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I didn’t expect to care about the outfits so much. The first time Kaylan walks into that smoky cantina wearing something that looks halfway between a pilot’s jacket and a dominatrix vest, I actually paused. Like, *why* does this cheap little visual novel manage to make leather look expensive? Everyone else’s clothes seem one breath away from falling off - especially that Twi’lek bounty hunter with the split skirt that screams “fight me but also ruin me.” It’s ridiculous, yet it works. Maybe it’s because the lighting’s uneven, like someone forgot to polish the render - makes the skin look more real somehow, less glossy doll, more sweaty body after a chase scene. I kept thinking, “This shouldn’t be hot,” but it was.

The sound though - it’s weirdly good. Not the music (that’s just spacey hums and random drum hits), but the way the moans are layered under the blaster sounds, almost like they belong together. There’s this one oral scene in the ship’s medbay where the hum of the engine mixes with her breathing, and it’s… unnerving? I mean, I replayed it twice, so maybe not *that* unnerving. And then suddenly they throw in some heavy drama about betrayal and destiny, like I didn’t just watch someone get pinned against a console five seconds ago. It’s jarring, but kind of perfect. You’re half turned on, half emotionally confused, which might be the point - or maybe the devs just didn’t plan it that way. Hard to tell.

What bugs me is the hair physics. I know, weird thing to fixate on when everyone’s naked half the time, but still. Her braid clips through his shoulder right when things get intense, and I can’t unsee it. Yet I’d still call it romantic, in that messy, sweaty, “we might die in hyperspace” sort of way. The whole thing feels like fanfiction that got drunk and decided to grow up. I’m not sure if I love it or if it just caught me off guard, but I haven’t closed the tab yet.

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.

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.