Queens nightlife, shitty subway delays, thumb going numb from swiping left, and suddenly your phone actually vibrates for something that isn’t a spam bot or your bank yelling at you. Three matches. Same day. All real faces, no “follow my OnlyFans” garbage, no stolen Instagram pics. The game drops you right in that moment where your brain goes from “whatever” to “ok, don’t fuck this up” and it stays locked in that feeling the whole time. It’s not some fantasy harem bullshit where girls fall on your dick just because you exist. You’re a guy who’s been losing on the apps, kind of tired, kind of horny, kind of lonely, scrolling at night in Queens while Netflix auto plays crap in the background. Then those three women show up like the algorithm finally felt guilty.

What I really liked is how human the dates feel when they actually start. You sit across from her, she laughs at something you didn’t even think was funny, and you’re already overthinking your next line. The game really milks that small awkward silence before a first kiss, or when you’re not sure if you should move closer on the couch. There’s a bar scene where you’re both half tipsy, and she leans in to tell you some stupid story about an ex, and the camera just lingers too long on her lips while your answers change how flirty things get. You say something a bit bold, her eyes linger on you a second longer, hand brushing your thigh like “oops” but absolutely not an accident. If you play safe, you still feel the tension, like her body is a half step ahead of her words. Third date with each woman is where the clothes finally start to lose the battle. Soft moans, a bra strap sliding down slow, fingers under a skirt while she pretends to keep talking about music. Nothing hardcore, but the game knows exactly how to make “her breath catching when your hand moves higher” feel obscene in the best way. The sex is more about how she looks at you when you unzip her than about angles and fluids, which honestly hits harder than some extreme porn stuff.

The cool thing, or maybe annoying thing, is how much the full motion scenes lock you into her vibe. When she smiles, it’s not a perfect porn star thing, it’s messy, real, like she’s actually into you and maybe a bit nervous herself. One of the dates has that cheap apartment lighting with a lamp too bright in the background, and it feels like every shitty real-life hookup, except here the girl is actually interesting and not checking her phone mid kiss. The choices you make across the three meetings slowly crank the intimacy, like going from “safe small talk at a coffee shop” to “her grinding on your lap in a dark corner where you definitely should get caught but don’t care.” Sometimes the game blue-balls you when you think you’re getting more than softcore, but that denial actually kind of works, like she’s teasing you on purpose and not giving you everything yet. In one route she keeps her panties on during the whole oral scene and you can see that wet spot growing while she bites her lip and pretends she’s still in control, which is honestly hotter than a lot of games that show everything. You’re juggling three women, three different chemistry patterns, trying not to say the same lazy line to all of them, because the writing actually calls you out if you act like a copy paste dude. You feel that little stab of guilt when you’re making out with one on her couch while remembering how another one laughed at your dumb joke the previous night. It’s a slow burn, full of kisses that go on for just a little too long, hands slipping where they shouldn’t, and the heavy question hanging in the air after date nine: who are you going to actually keep fucking, and who are you going to leave on read.

Laundry running, kid finally asleep, I open this thing on my old Chromebook like I’m checking Gmail, but no, it’s that angel game again. The one where “guardian angel” doesn’t mean cute fluffy wings and Bible stories, but huge cocky bastard from heaven who shows up at a normal school and casually treats everyone like little toys. It looks like some chill school story at first, text boxes and character portraits, nothing crazy, so if someone walks behind you it almost passes for regular visual novel, until the angel starts talking about how he could crush the whole town under his feet if he got bored. The power fantasy flips so hard it feels like I’m the fragile one, not in some emotional deep way, just literally tiny meat bag standing in front of a smug god with a dick that probably has its own gravity field. The writing is kinda goofy sometimes, like you can feel it’s an indie thing, but then there’s this scene where he grows mid-conversation and the camera just keeps “zooming” text-wise, like they describe students staring up his abs, then his chest, then his face way above, and I’m suddenly way too turned on to care about grammar or if the background art loops.

There’s this path where one of the students tries to act all tough, like “we’re the chosen class, we can handle responsibility” and the angel just laughs in his face and pins him with one toe, not even full foot, just the toe, and talks about how easy it is to make humans obey if you press just a little harder. That scene ruined my focus for the rest of the night, I kept alt-tabbing between this and my budgeting sheet on Google Sheets, pretending I’m doing something useful while reading about some holy bully slowly making boys accept they’re small, weak, and honestly kinda into it. Sometimes the jokes land weird, like they’ll crack a silly school gag right after a pretty brutal humiliation moment, which threw me off, and one dialog choice felt pointless, I clicked the “defy him” option and it still curved back to the same outcome, but then the next scene where he makes them look up at his growing size and describe every little change in his body, that had me clenching the chair harder than I want to admit. The nice thing is it doesn’t waste time with 10 hours of buildup, it’s short, direct, like “here’s the premise, here’s the angel, now watch him play god with horny teenagers who don’t know if they want to worship him or run away”. I keep telling myself I’ll just replay one route while the washing machine finishes, then I’m sitting there with wet clothes still inside, reading about some kid realizing that “guardian” doesn’t mean “protector”, it means “owns your ass spiritually and physically” and my to-do list goes straight to hell.

Miki looks like the kind of guy your eyes slide past in a train. Soft voice, polite, boring on purpose. That is exactly why watching him slowly get tangled up with Sara hits so hard. The game drops you into his head, and it is not dramatic or poetic, it is mostly quiet, horny, and a little pathetic in a way that feels way too real. He notices the tiny things about her first: the way she presses her lips together when she lies, the way her blouse is always buttoned one hole higher than it should be for that body, the way her voice lowers when she says she is “fine.” The sex stuff does not jump out from nowhere, it leaks in. First a lingering look at the mole on her chest, then the camera stays one second too long on her thighs when she sits down on the low couch, then the text sits there describing the very specific shape of her bra strap under thin fabric. By the time she shows up in those tight home leggings and an old shirt with no bra, you already know Miki is fucked. And you kind of are too.

What surprised me is how “adult” here is not just the porn, it is the awkwardness around it. There is this early scene where he accidentally overhears her on the phone, talking all polite to some guy, then the route quietly forces you to sit with his jealousy while absolutely nothing “bad” happens. No music sting, no big twist. Just him scrolling his messages, not sending anything, horny and angry and ashamed in one go. Then later, the game rewards that slow burn with Sara dropping the act during a late visit. She is exhausted, her makeup half gone, her blouse wrinkled. She asks him to stay a bit longer, and the choice menu appears in the least sexy moment possible. If you pick the bolder option, the kiss is not smooth. Teeth knock, she pulls back, actually laughs a bit, then grabs his shirt and pulls him in again harder. When it finally goes full erotic model mode, it stops pretending she is just a classy office lady. She rides him with her hair messy, shirt open, tits out, saying filthy things in this low voice that does not match her “graceful” public image at all. There is a handjob scene in the kitchen where she keeps apologizing while stroking him faster, which is absurd and hot at the same time. The camera is unnecessarily obsessed with the veins on his cock there, like the artist had a personal mission, but I was not complaining. What did annoy me a bit is that sometimes the script leans too hard into Miki’s inner monologue, circling the same insecurity for too many lines, right when I just want him to shut up and put his mouth on her nipples again. Also the auto mode is weirdly fast on emotional lines and slower on the dirty ones, like the game knows exactly why you are here but is shy about admitting it.

The milf angle with Sara is handled more like a slow confession than a joke. You feel the age gap without the story screaming it at you. There is a moment when she is looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair, and the text makes her think about the small wrinkles at the corner of her mouth. Not in a tragic way, just like, “Yeah, I am tired and not 20.” Right after that, she drops her towel and asks him if he still wants her. That insecurity turns into this hungry, almost greedy sex where she climbs on top and uses him like she has decided this is her last chance to really feel wanted, which is way hotter than any fake porn confidence. The game lets you push her a bit too, like making her say what she actually fantasized about, making her spell out that she thought of him while touching herself. They could have gone further there. A DLC where she has to pretend to be all proper in front of other people while wearing something only he picked under her clothes would be perfect, with text messages popping up while she tries to keep her face straight. There is definitely room to mess with public risk and more explicit control, since the base story already toys with the idea that this “ordinary” woman has been hiding a dirty voice and now Miki has his hand right on her throat, literally in one route, during a slow, breathy fuck against the wall where she keeps whispering his name like she is scared the neighbors will hear and also kind of wants them to. I caught myself alt-tabbing from Discord just to rewatch that one scene and read the lines again, which is stupid and also exactly why this game works. It makes you feel like you are intruding on something actually private, then lets you keep going anyway.

Distance porn hits different when the whole game is literally just you, her, and this shitty little chat window that somehow ruins your evening in the best way. You play the guy who went away for work, but honestly it feels more like you’re trapped inside a horny Telegram thread where every choice is either “be a sweet husband” or “poke at something you’re not sure you wanna see.” It starts innocent enough: she sends a pic of her dinner, you joke, you flirt, it’s soft, kind of warm. Then the game quietly starts asking, ok, what if she dressed a little more slutty for you, what if she told you about that coworker in more detail, what if you encouraged her just a little. The whole thing is text and photos, no map, no walking around, just you constantly picking replies and waiting for that next photo like a degenerate refreshing WhatsApp. When she sends the first slightly risky selfie, low light, maybe bra strap showing, your brain goes “oh yeah, it’s starting” and at the same time “shit, am I really gonna push this?” Of course you push it. That’s the point.

The chat is where the game feels nasty in a good way. Some answers are super tender, like you’re writing cringe romance from high school, and some are just filthy, like “yeah, show me more, but maybe let him see too.” And yes, I said “him.” There’s this slow poison in how the messages are written: her stories about daily life start including this guy more often, casual mentions, tiny hints, like when she says “he helped me carry something heavy” and you get the option to laugh it off, get jealous, or do the worst thing and say “you should tease him for me.” When you hit those provocative options, it’s not instant porn. It drips. A hand on a shoulder in a photo. A dress that’s too short “by accident.” A mirror selfie where you know someone else took the picture, but she pretends not to say it. The AI-like art has this glossy, slightly uncanny vibe that weirdly fits the mood, like these are pictures she shouldn’t be sending to anyone, not even her husband. Sometimes a hand looks a little off or the background is weird and you’re like “ok, that plant is illegal in three countries” but your eyes are glued on her nipples anyway, so whatever. I had one run where I tried to keep it pure, picking all the loving answers, being the perfect guy, and somehow it felt even dirtier when she still slipped you that suggestive pic “just for fun.” Not sure if the game is judging me or if I’m just projecting.

There is a point in the middle where the pacing kind of drags, like the game knows you’re here for the fucked-up voyeur stuff and still makes you talk about laundry and groceries for ten screens. It’s realistic, yeah, couples do that, but my dick didn’t care about the price of tomatoes. I almost closed the tab, but then she sends this grainy bathroom mirror shot, just a towel, wet hair, and a tiny reflection of someone behind the frosted glass. Might be nothing. Might not. And suddenly those boring messages feel like set-up. The writing leans hard on that “did she mean that?” feeling, especially when you choose the more permissive replies and she starts asking things like “you don’t mind if I dress sexy around others, right?” or “would it turn you on if someone looked at me the way you do?” You can steer it into straight-up cheating or keep it in that twisted fantasy zone where you’re the one pushing her to the edge while pretending your hands are clean. The game doesn’t pop up a disclaimer or scold you, it just gives you more pictures, more suggestive framing, more texts where she sounds confused and horny and a little too excited to share details. Porn wise, it gets explicit, no teasing fade-outs: tits, pussy, cum, awkward angles like she really snapped them in a hurry. Some scenes feel like they were made to be screenshotted and saved in a hidden folder, others look messy in a surprisingly honest way, like drunk sexting that went too far. By the time another man’s presence in those photos stops being just “maybe” and turns into “ok, that’s his hand for sure,” you’re not even shocked, you’re just scrolling, choosing answers, and quietly asking yourself when exactly you lost control. You probably never had it.