You’re 21, fresh out of uni, brain full of half-broken dreams and porn tabs, alone in a tiny place that looks more like a temporary save file than a real home. No job, no plan, no clue. Just a bed, a phone, and this weird feeling that whatever girl walks through your life next is basically a glitch in the code that will push you in some fucked up direction forever. This game leans hard into that idea. It isn’t trying to be “romantic” in the vanilla Netflix way. It feels more like fate dragging you by the collar through kinks you never admitted out loud, while you keep telling yourself “yeah, I can stop anytime” and then obviously you don’t. You start as this regular, kinda lost guy, but the story quietly puts you in spots where you’re kneeling, begging, turned on, confused, all of it layered, like when you’re scrolling Pornhub and suddenly your recommended list is just one big accusation.

The girls are not just checklists of tags, they’re like different corrupt routes for your soul. Tangent shows up like a walking red flag, the kind of woman you’d swear you should avoid, and then you end up refreshing Telegram waiting for her next message anyway. She treats you like a toy she already owns, plays with your ego, talks down to you while she has you licking her clean after she uses your face, or makes you hold still while she rides your cock and casually insults how pathetic you look. One moment she gives you a handjob so slow you want to scream, staring right in your eyes like she can read every dirty thought, then next scene she has a plug in your ass and your dick throbbing untouched, calling it “training” like this is some sacred destiny instead of her just having fun. Humiliation here isn’t just chat text, it’s in tiny moments, like her making you thank her for letting you cum, right after she slapped you for asking. And yeah, there’s titjobs and oral and all the classic stuff, but the way she paces it, like she’s tuning your brain, makes it feel less like porn and more like a long, slow hack of your identity.

Then the story swerves. Penny slides in from a totally different angle, all soft colors and weird comfort, like those TikToks that look wholesome until you read the comments. The tone drops into this messed up “innocent” vibe that obviously isn’t innocent, and suddenly sex toys feel more like props in a role you’re not sure you chose. You’re supposed to be the adult, but scenes twist it so you’re the one who needs control taken away, who gets told what to wear, when to touch yourself, when not to. There’s this one part where you finish in a way that should feel normal, just basic vaginal sex, thrusting, her moaning in your ear, your hands on her hips, and then the aftermath turns it sideways with one line of dialogue that makes you realize you’re not the one writing your own story at all. Natalie isn’t any softer. She just attacks your gender, your pride, your whole idea of “what kind of man I am” and pokes it until it bends. She might start with a blowjob that feels like a reward, sloppy, spit running down your shaft, eye contact that burns, then a few scenes later she’s got you dressed up, sitting pretty, dick hard and useless, while she teases you with a vibrator and jokes about how you were never much of a “real guy” anyway. The thing with this game is that every route pretends it’s just a bit of kinky fun, but then you look back and realize each girl quietly edited a part of you, like fate didn’t give you choices, only different flavors of surrender.

Leo starts as that guy in the office you barely notice, half-wrinkled shirt, cheap tie, fake confidence copy-pasted from a TikTok hustle guru. Then he opens his mouth and suddenly you’re in this sleazy mix of finance porn and actual porn where everybody lies, everybody wants more zeroes on the screen, and also everybody has a ridiculous chest. His world is penny stocks, dirty “business meetings”, and those glossy office corridors that look like they were built just so someone can press a MILF up against the glass. You’re not just clicking through a story, you’re basically trying to see how far you can push this dude before he becomes a full-on monster or just a horny clown with a brokerage account.

The hook is simple: power, money, and asses so big they have their own gravity. Instead of some fantasy kingdom, it’s that fake Wall Street vibe, more like Wolf of Wall Street if it had less coke jokes and more “hey, maybe I should not fuck my boss’s wife over a Bloomberg terminal”. Every “deal” feels like a setup for either a win on the market or a win in bed, and sometimes both at once. One moment you’re talking pink sheets and pump-and-dump, next moment a real-model secretary with a push-up bra that should honestly be illegal is asking if you “understand how leverage works” while bending over your desk. I laughed out loud twice, then clicked “continue” like a degenerate. The humor hits that trashy sweet spot: not smart, not subtle, just enough to make you feel slightly ashamed you’re enjoying it. But also some jokes fall totally flat and you kinda just stare at the screen like… ok, who wrote that line, a drunk accountant?

The office MILFs are basically the main event. They’re dressed like LinkedIn profiles from hell: tight skirts, blouses that pretend to be professional but the buttons are losing that battle. Big tits, big asses, big attitude. One of them does this thing where she sits on the edge of the table during a “performance review”, and the camera just… stays there, locked on the curve of her ass so long it becomes funny. I had like three unread emails open in another window and still didn’t alt-tab away. Choices actually matter more than it first looks. You say yes to one risky trade and suddenly you’re in a private “celebration” in a dark office with a married client who clearly hates her husband but loves your tongue. You say no, try to be moral, and she just gives you that look like you’re poor and boring, then walks away slowly so you can watch her hips and regret your life. The multiple endings vibe is real, you can feel routes branching, even when you’re only clicking to see more sideboob. Funny thing, sometimes the erotic scenes drag a bit too long, like the writer was scared to cut anything. And then a really hot moment is over in two clicks and you’re thrown back into charts and numbers, which is kinda rude to my dick, not gonna lie. Still, the way money, ego and sex wrap around each other here feels filthy in the right way, like opening the Robinhood app right after nutting and thinking “yeah, I could ruin my life for this”.

This thing feels like someone smashed a horny VN with a petty revenge fantasy, sprinkled in a bit of Death Note brainrot, then left it in the oven a little too long. You play this smug, bitter dude who calls himself “Koibito”, which is already a red flag, and he gets his hands on a pink notebook that lets him rewrite people’s feelings if he knows their secret trauma. Not “oh no, she stubbed her toe” trauma, I mean actual deep shit. Abuse, shame, fetishes, all the broken stuff people bury and pretend isn’t there. You write her name, write the wound, then basically script her love life like a horny Google Doc. The wild part is how the game jumps from mystery tone to “ok now she’s on her knees” in like two clicks, and somehow it kind of works and kind of feels wrong in the way you open a private chat from years ago and hate yourself but keep scrolling anyway.

Sex-wise, it’s very direct. Big tits, big ass, camera not shy at all. When a girl gets rewritten, her whole vibe changes. One scene you’re watching this serious, sharp-tongued woman tear Koibito apart with words, next scene she’s bent over a desk, eyes glassy, moaning his name like he’s the only person in the universe. Vaginal, riding scenes, faces smashed into pillows, that kind of thing, with those 3D character models that sometimes look incredible and then from one angle the boobs sit like two bowling balls and you wonder if gravity died. The female domination moments are surprisingly fun, too. There are times where Koibito thinks he’s in control and the woman just flips it and sits on his face like he’s furniture, or pins his wrists while still technically being “under” his command. That power struggle has real teeth. It doesn’t feel like soft, fake femdom; some of the girls feel genuinely dangerous, especially this goddess thing hovering around him, watching like a cat staring at a mouse that already lost.

What caught me off guard is the humor. For a dark “rewrite her heart and fuck her” setup, the game throws in these petty, stupid jokes, like Koibito overexplaining why he’s not a creep while literally being the biggest creep in the room. There’s a reference to Tinder that made me choke on my coffee, because it hits a little too close. Also I opened Discord mid-game, totally forgot the window capture was on, and alt-tabbed back to a scene where a monster girl is riding him, drool and cum everywhere, and her tail is moving like it’s got its own agenda. Spent a full minute just staring at the tail animation like “who the hell coded this and why did they put so much effort into this part specifically”. That’s kinda the game in a nutshell: some details are weirdly polished, like tongue movement when she’s licking the tip, or the way her ass jiggles when he pulls out, and then another detail feels half-baked, like a facial expression stuck between horror and horny. The mystery side slowly builds around this detective, Leonor, who’s trying to track what Koibito is doing, and honestly she might be the hottest one just because she looks like she’d step on your neck without the help of any magic notebook. The choices feel heavy when you realize every command is basically you deciding how broken you want these women to be, but most of the time your monkey brain just goes “ok, now make her strip and beg for cock.” It’s wrong, it’s messy, it’s kind of fascinating, and I already know I’m not changing a single fucked up thing about it.

Snow on the window, porn on the browser. Priority is clear. This game drops you right in that weird moment after uni when you’re technically adult but still feel like a horny dumbass who has no clue what to do with life. You’re broke, alone in your flat, scrolling way too long, then suddenly you’re in this city where every “job opportunity” slowly turns into some kinky bullshit that somehow makes too much sense. One night you’re bussing tables as a new waiter, trying not to stare at bouncing tits under tight tops, next night you’re half naked in a VIP corner of a night club, getting your ego crushed by a girl in heels who talks to you like you’re her property. And you kind of like it. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep, but it does this thing where each girl you meet pushes you a little bit more, like a slow transformation that sneaks up on you. One route you start trying to “impress” a dominant mistress at the gym, thinking you just want to see her sweaty curves on the leg press, and suddenly you’re on your knees next to the benches, getting a casual handjob as “reward” while she laughs at how fast you cum. Another route you’re in a cramped back room of a club, soft music, neon lights, her riding your face while using you as a chair, with your dick mashed between your thighs because she said “good boys don’t get hard without permission”. It’s rough, humiliating, strangely cozy. Like Christmas with abuse, in a hot way.

What really hits is how the game uses gifs and photos instead of just walls of text. Scenes feel more alive, like your WhatsApp porn folder finally grew a story around it. One moment you’re getting a sloppy blowjob in a bathroom stall, the next she pushes you back and lines you up for anal, pushing a toy in your mouth so you shut up about it hurting. There’s titfucks with lube dripping everywhere, pussy close-ups while she grinds on you slowly, and that awkward-but-hot feeling when she wipes your own cum on your chest and calls you her filthy little project. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you go from casual chatting about work to her pegging you in what feels like five clicks, but honestly that chaos kinda works because life doesn’t give you clean routes either. I do wish the waitress shifts had more build up before turning into fetish playground, but then again, I clicked through half the dialogue just to reach the next humiliation scene, so maybe it’s on me. The male protagonist reacts like a real confused dude too: horny, insecure, pretending he’s in control while obviously not. That mix of domination, teasing, and “you’ll do what I say or you don’t get to cum tonight” is everywhere. And yeah, sometimes a scene will just end right when you’re about to blow, like the game cockblocks you on purpose, cuts to another girl, another fetish, another way to break you a little more. I closed the tab once, swore I was done, then opened it again to see how far one mistress would go if I kept saying “yes”.

She went pretty far.