Being a god’s plaything sounds hot until you realize the goddess is basically a horny streamer watching your life like it’s her favorite slow-burn porn series. That’s the vibe here: some immortal lifebringer chick gets bored, pokes one unlucky guy on a random modern planet, and suddenly his “I got kicked out of home, need a couch” drama turns into living in a magical porn hub disguised as a normal town. You start as this regular dude crashing at Katie’s place, pretending you’ll look for a job or be responsible or something, and then the game just quietly goes: “What if your boring life had monster girls, futa surprises, and moms who don’t know what the word ‘boundaries’ means?” It’s that kind of corruption, but slow and comfy, like when you say “only one more scene” and then realize you’re trying to get a demon girl pregnant because the goddess in the sky might clap for you.

The sandbox style is where it gets fun and annoying at same time. You just click around the city, different places, different times, poking events until something sexy explodes. One moment you’re doing a casual handjob scene in a cramped bathroom, staring at the cheap tiles more than her face, next moment you unlock a full-on multiple penetration fantasy that looks like some divine hentai artist took over your browser. There’s this one voyeur moment at Katie’s home that really hit us: MC peeking through a door crack, thinking he’s being sneaky, watching her masturbate with a toy she swore she “never uses,” and then the camera angle shifts so you see the goddess watching that same scene like she’s on her couch with popcorn. It’s twisted but in a funny way, like someone added a horny Twitch chat to your porn. The 3D-style characters actually look like people who sweat, jiggle, and get embarrassed when you catch them half naked. Or naked. Or on the sidewalk pretending they’re not doing exhibitionism at all. We had one futa encounter that went from romantic “let me hold you” to “okay that cock is actually bigger than mine, excuse me?” so fast it felt like a jump scare, in a good way. The pregnancy and transformation stuff sneaks up too: early on it’s just teasing, later you’re handling body swaps and milfy bellies and trying to remember who had which tits before magic happened. We kept complaining that the footjob stuff always triggers in the ugliest room of the house and never in the nice locations, and yeah, it still bothers us for some reason. But then you get a scene where the MC takes control, goes full male dom on a monster girl who was teasing him all week, and she ends up on her knees, drooling on his shaft while traffic passes outside the window and the goddess zooms in like “yup, archive that.” The pacing is weird, the romance moments are accidentally sweet then immediately ruined by anal, and half the time you’re just grinding time slots on your phone like it’s Candy Crush with tits, but the world slowly fills with lovers, pets, dommes, swinging couples, and that feeling that your whole harem is basically a cosmic toy box for a bored divine pervert watching from above and hoping you fuck up in the hottest possible way.

Bored guy in a glass box in the sky decides he wants to break his toy a little. That is basically the soul of this thing. You start as this marketing exec who has everything dialed in: money, cool apartment with stupidly huge windows, and a girlfriend who looks like she walked out of some luxury perfume ad, all long legs, big tits, expensive taste, polite smile. She is “good girl” in that high society way, the kind that apologizes when the waiter bumps into her. And you look at her and think: what happens if I push? Just a bit. Just enough to crack that perfect mask. So you tell her to take off her clothes next to the glass, where the city can see. It is not even subtle. It is just: show me how far you can fall for me.

What I liked is how dirty it feels without being all screaming porn right away. At first it is like a stupid couple game, 30 seconds with her shirt open, her nipples pressed to the cold glass, you standing behind her, half teasing, half testing. You keep talking, whispering in her ear about people watching, about the office guy across the street maybe jerking off behind his blinds. She blushes, tries to cover herself with her hands, and of course you move them away. Tiny thing that annoyed me: at one point she wears these heels that look like they were grabbed from a random asset store and my brain just fixated on them for no reason. Anyway. Slowly she starts obeying faster. You tell her to bend over, to spread, to let you slide your fingers inside her while the city is right there, all the lights, all the windows. Sometimes the game cuts to this voyeur angle, like you are on the opposite balcony, watching her tits bounce while you fuck her from behind, and it feels wrong in that good, greasy way. Sometimes the pacing is weird and a scene just ends when you actually wanted to stay there longer, with her face smashed on the glass, mouth open, drool, eyes rolling up in that ahegao mess. I even paused once just to stare at the reflection of your own body in the window, pressing close behind her, like you two are on display in some live porn shop above the street.

Over time she shifts from “no, this is crazy” to touching herself on her own, pressing her pussy on the window, rubbing her clit while people maybe walk below and you just watch, arms crossed, this calm little overlord vibe. There is romance, but it is twisted, because every “I love you” is wrapped around male domination. You praise her, then push her harder. Make her suck you while the curtains are half open, then pull her hair and aim your cum so it drips down her chin in full view of those hypothetical neighbors you keep talking about. One creampie scene sticks in my head: you make her ride you facing the glass, her big ass slamming down, your cock buried inside her until you fill her and tell her not to move, to let it leak while she stares at her own reflection, cheeks flushed, half ashamed, half proud. It is corruption but also kind of a collaboration, because she slowly starts wanting it, asking “do you think they can see my tits from here?” then lifting them up like an exhibitionist little trophy. Anal slips in as a sort of next-level dare, where she hesitates, then lets you push in while she bites the glass, hands flat, nails scratching. There is oral, there is masturbation, there are those moments where you catch her stroking herself when you are not even in the room and the camera pretends to be security footage. Part of me wanted more variety outside the apartment, but at the same time, that single cage of glass and city lights gives it this weird art piece feeling, like the whole relationship is a performance for invisible strangers scrolling their phones on the other side of the street.

You know that moment when you’re lying in bed, phone in your hand, porn on mute, and you’re kinda bored of the same “guy fucks girl, cumshot, next” thing? This game hits right in that weird horny-brain space where you want more story but still want to jerk off, and you don’t really want to admit how much you like watching your imaginary girlfriend suck off another guy while you stare at your screen like some creep. You play as John, normal dude, software dev, not some ripped giga-chad, which honestly made it easier for me to self-insert and still feel like I’m not a total loser. He’s got this gorgeous girlfriend, Sarah, cute college girl, sweet, affectionate, actually feels like a person you’ve been with for years, not just a walking pair of tits. At first, it feels more like a relationship sim than porn. You text her on your phone, you check in on work stuff, you scroll through chats like it’s Telegram or WhatsApp, and slowly your wet dream brain starts leaking into the story. The whole “sharing” kink creeps up; it’s not like one day you open the game and she’s immediately getting railed by three dudes on the balcony. It’s more like you’re watching your own kinks form while you’re tapping through dialog and trying not to cum too early.

When Sarah goes to that beach trip with her girlfriends, the game starts messing with your head. John is alone, the bed is empty, and he starts having these dreams and fantasies. I’m not even into netorase usually, I always thought I’d be the jealous type, but the way this game shows John watching Sarah flirt a bit, try on a bikini that’s way too tiny, maybe send you a pic while some guy accidentally walks past in the reflection, it hits different. You get scenes where she’s out drinking with her girls, laughing, and you’re back home scrolling on your phone, replaying her voice notes and imagining what’s happening there while the text choices tease you: do you tell her what you’re imagining, or keep it inside and just stroke to the idea of her being looked at by other guys? And then when things get more explicit, it’s not just “they fucked, the end”. You see her kissing another dude, John watching through a cam or a video call, or sometimes only hearing it. You get oral scenes that feel dirty in a good way, her on her knees, messy, but she’s still checking in with you, asking if this is okay, if you like seeing her take a thick black cock in her mouth while she moans your name between gasps. The interracial stuff isn’t thrown in like fetish trash, but it’s also clearly meant to make you feel that pang in your gut, that mix of jealousy and arousal when you see her body pressed against someone bigger, darker, different from you. And yeah, there are moments where the pacing drags and you’re just tapping through dialogue wishing she’d pull his dick out already, but then out of nowhere you get a balcony scene, some exhibition vibe, neighbors maybe able to see, or a crowded bar where she “accidentally” lets some guy’s hand slide lower on her thigh while she texts you about it. The whole thing is animated in a way where little movements matter: the way she looks at the camera, the way John’s hand trembles a bit when he’s jerking himself while watching her suck someone else, the way her lips wrap around the head and there’s this wet sound that makes you grip your phone harder. It’s a mobile game, so it actually feels good to play on the couch or under the blanket, easy to tap with one hand, and the story choices give you that fake control feeling: you’re setting the rules for your own cuck-but-not-really fantasy. At some point I realized I’d gone from “nah, I’d never want to share my girl” to edging hard while I watched this digital dude encourage his girlfriend to flash her tits on a balcony because he wanted someone else to see what he’s “proud of.” And yeah, it’s kinda fucked up, but in that very specific, horny, consent-heavy way that makes you close the app after you cum and then open it again ten minutes later pretending you’re just here for the story.

The game drops you into this little romantic test lab where everything is shiny and wet at the same time, and for some reason that combo actually works. You’re a guy orbiting around this girl who looks like she’s been sculpted in a high-end porn studio, but the story keeps trying to pretend she’s just “a friend” or “someone important” or whatever. It feels like standing in a slow elevator with your crush while both of you pretend you’re staring at the floor number. Except here, the floor number has tits and a tongue and the camera really likes close-ups. It’s a kinetic thing, so you’re not doing the usual choice spam, you’re more like watching your own bad decisions play out in 3D. And because you can’t change anything, every time the guy hesitates before kissing her you kinda want to grab him by the neck and slam his face into hers. In a loving way. Mostly.

Sex-wise, the game goes straight for that “we know each other too well to be doing this, but we’re doing this anyway” vibe. Handjob in a place you really shouldn’t be getting one, like the camera is practically winking at you: yeah, someone could walk in, keep stroking. That whole exhibition angle is not over the top, just this light thrill, like when you’re sexting while sitting in a Zoom call and praying you don’t screen-share the wrong window. Then there’s the lesbian stuff which sneaks up on you, because one second the girl is “just curious” and five seconds later there’s tongue and moaning and someone’s fingers glistening under soft lighting. You’re stuck as the male protagonist watching two women get each other worked up and then somehow you’re allowed in, which is very generous of the universe. Oral, vaginal, hands, the usual porn logic progression, except the pacing is slower than I expected in a good way until suddenly it isn’t and scenes just cut a bit too fast like the game is shy about its own money shots. I kept wanting one more camera angle when she’s riding, just a tiny tilt, but no, it snaps away, like a cocktease editor got hired off TikTok.

Romance keeps trying to act like the main tag here, and it half wins. Some of the quiet moments are weirdly tender, like when she’s masturbating and you’re not even touching her, just watching, and the focus is on her face instead of her pussy for a few seconds longer than usual. That made me pause Spotify and just stare. Then two lines later she says something that sounds like a bad translation from a dating sim and I’m yanked right out again. The 3D models do a lot of heavy lifting; skin looks warm, tongues wet, nipples reacting to touch in a way that made me rewind a scene in VLC out of habit, even though it’s not a video file. And yeah, it’s obviously a proof of concept, you can feel the edges where the dev just went “eh, next build,” like that one shot where her handjob animation doesn’t match the thrust speed at all and my brain started calculating optimal stroke timing instead of enjoying the scene. I’m that freak who paused to think how many branching flags this would need if it wasn’t kinetic, and then immediately got distracted again when she sank down on him slowly, the camera hugging that angle where you see her back muscles and the way her ass hits his thighs. It’s kind of like watching someone test a love triangle strategy while only giving you one path: you can see all the temptations, the jealousy hooks, the exhibition curve, the lesbian route that could explode later, but here it’s all locked into this one horny, awkward, strangely sweet timeline that you just ride along with, whether you’d play it the same way or not.

Imagine walking into a clinic where everyone looks like they escaped from a horny Pinterest board you made at 2% battery. That is pretty much the energy of Futa Healthcare. It pretends to be all serious and medical, white coats and forms and “professional standards”, but two clicks later you’re watching a stacked futa nurse “check your reflexes” by making you stroke her under the exam table while she keeps a straight face for the other patients. The game leans hard into that whole “this is a legitimate checkup, sir” vibe while your cock is out, her cock is out, and nobody is doing anything that would pass any kind of ethics board. Which is the point.

You play this clueless young dude walking into a special clinic for futas, and he’s trying to act like he’s there for research or whatever, but the second a tall futa doctor in a tight uniform leans over him, you can feel his halo just slide off. There is this one scene where you’re supposed to fill a “sample cup” and the doctor says she needs to “supervise” because it’s for a special study. She stands way too close, latex gloves on, then she just wraps her hand around you and starts pumping while asking boring medical questions like “Any family history of heart issues?” while your dick is pulsing in her fist. It’s so dumb and hot at the same time. And they actually animate the rhythm, not just one lazy loop. Sometimes it looks a little stiff, sometimes you get that perfect angle where your brain goes quiet and your hand just keeps clicking next without reading.

The wild part for me was how often they weaponize uniforms. Not just nurses. You’ve got a strict futa doctor with glasses who talks like she cares about your long-term health, then tells you anal pressure tests are “routine now” and pushes a lubed toy in you while you’re strapped on your side, and the MC is half complaining, half moaning. Then later there is this older futa “specialist” with thick mom energy, huge tits pressing against her coat, doing a “family screening” with a relative in the next room, and the whole incest thing is just kind of dropped like it’s normal paperwork. She closes the curtain, tells you to relax, pulls your mouth to her cock and acts like it’s therapy. I’m there thinking, ok, maybe that’s too much, and still I click through every dialog line. The teasing is constant, they make you watch them masturbate on those stupid exam chairs, they grope you while talking about blood pressure, they send you out into the hallway with a visible erection because “we need to see your reaction in public situations”, which made me laugh because it’s so fake and also great. It’s rough around the edges, faces sometimes look a bit plastic, some animations loop weird, one nurse’s hand clips through a thigh every time she gives a blowjob and it drives me insane, but then she spits on the tip and the camera angle hits, and honestly I forget everything. The futa on futa checkups, the futa on female “patient comfort sessions”, the interracial scenes with that dark-skinned nurse riding your face while stroking her own shaft, the way they keep pretending it is healthcare when it’s just a sex dungeon with forms, it all blends into this messy, horny notebook doodle of a game that feels like someone put all their kinks in one medical folder and never cleaned it up.

Jason starts the story just like some basic guy messing with an old camera he probably should have left in the trash, and from there it goes straight into “what the fuck is happening” territory. The camera doesn’t just take pictures, it pokes at people’s heads, pushes their urges, flips their personalities a bit every time you click. You’re not just watching either, you’re the one choosing who to point it at, when to push harder, when to pull back, and when to say “nah, fuck it, let’s see how far this goes.” One photo it’s harmless teasing, the next it’s your shy relative suddenly posing like she’s on some horny Instagram, tits pressed together, ass turned just perfectly, like the camera crawled into her brain and whispered all her dirty fantasies back at her. And the wild part is how normal the scenes start: chatting in the living room, chilling in a bedroom, hanging in the kitchen, then the paranormal shit creeps in so slowly you start forgetting what “normal” even was.

The story plays a lot with power trips and that nasty little voice in your head that asks “would I actually do this if nobody could stop me?” You’ve got family around you, MILFs with big tits who should absolutely know better, sisters or aunts who start off annoyed at you, then a few corrupted snapshots later they’re “accidentally” walking around half naked, or letting your hand stay on their ass a bit too long. There are moments where you’re straight up blackmailing them with photos they’d never want anyone to see, turning embarrassed gasps into rough groping and forced kissing that slowly melts into them grinding against you, wet and confused and totally hooked. The game doesn’t pretend it’s wholesome; you watch them touch themselves in secret, listen to their muffled moans through thin walls, catch them masturbating while thinking about the exact scene you forced them into before. Sometimes you even send them pictures of their own corruption, just to push them over the edge. Lesbian scenes pop up too, like when two of them end up tangled on a couch, one corrupted by the camera and dragging the other down with her, fingers sliding between thighs, tongues exploring, leaving smeared lipstick and cum on each other’s skin while you watch like a fucking creep from the doorway.

Stuff gets rougher when the camera starts twisting more than just lust. People get a little broken: jealousy, cheating, ugly romance that feels more like obsession. You can nudge them to betray partners off-screen, turn a girlfriend type into a cheating slut who begs you to record her getting railed, or push a sweet mom figure into a full-on exhibitionist, showing off her big ass to strangers, pretending she’s scared while her nipples are clearly hard. The mind control angle is sneaky, not just “click, you’re my slave,” but this creeping corruption that makes them think the ideas are theirs. One scene has you taking photos of a woman covered in bruises and bite marks that you gave her earlier, and she’s shaking, somewhere between fear and craving, knowing you’ll share those shots if she says no next time. There are jumpy, violent flashes too, like the camera showing you things that might happen if you go too far, and sometimes you push anyway, just to see. All of this is wrapped in those animated shots where tits bounce, tongues glide over skin, cum spills down chins after messy oral, and you’re stuck in that horny loop of “just one more scene” while the line between you controlling the camera and the camera controlling you starts to feel very, very thin.

Luciene feels like that hot neighbor you always see through the window on a lazy Sunday, except this time you’re the one stuck inside her house and the walls are a bit too thin and nobody here respects privacy at all. She’s in her early 40s, body that screams “I go to yoga but I also drink wine in the bath,” huge tits, big soft ass that jiggles when she walks from the kitchen to the living room. The game just throws you into her daily life like “yeah, you’re her now, enjoy,” and suddenly every normal thing turns horny as fuck. You’re taking a long shower, thinking about nothing, and then there’s that tiny sound outside the bathroom door, or a shadow moving. Is someone watching? Are you secretly loving it? Do you spread your legs a little wider, just in case there’s an eye in the keyhole? I caught myself dragging time in the bathroom on purpose, stroking her pussy slowly, watching the animation loop, waiting to see if something different would trigger. Sometimes nothing happens and you feel dumb, sometimes one of the “kids” walks down the hall and you get that little rush in your chest like you got caught jerking off with your phone brightness too high.

It’s that kind of slow corruption that feels like water dripping in your head. At first Luciene is just doing chores, folding clothes, vacuuming, sunbathing in that tiny swimsuit that is 100% not made for a woman with that kind of ass, and the camera lingers in all the wrong places. You open the management screen to plan her day, like “ok, today she’ll do some yoga, maybe cook, maybe check her phone,” and it looks so innocent, but you’re actually setting up who can see her and how far you can push her. You want her to stay a good woman, right? Nah, you start testing things. No bra under the shirt. Shorter shorts to clean the living room. Let her bend over in front of someone “by accident.” Then you check her status and see she’s getting more comfortable with being watched, more turned on when she knows someone could be there. It’s like you’re training her to become addicted to eyes on her skin. And yeah, sometimes the game is a bit slow and you’re just wandering around the house like an idiot, clicking the same room three times because you’re sure you missed a jerk-off scene or some voyeur trigger, but that makes the dirty stuff hit harder when it finally shows up. One time I sent her to sunbathe and just left it looping while I scrolled Twitter, came back, and some tentacle monster thing from the pool event chain had grabbed her, wrapping around those thick thighs, sliding between her legs while she’s half pretending to fight it and half grinding on it, and I was like “ok I did not plan this but I’m not pressing skip.” The way she goes from “what the hell” to “fuck, don’t stop” in her expressions feels really good, even if sometimes the animations repeat a bit too much and you start noticing little details instead of the big picture. Like the way her fingers twitch when she gives a handjob, or how her nipples stay hard after a scene even in totally normal locations, like she’s walking around the kitchen after getting tentacle fucked and you just know she’s wet under that dress and nobody else in the room has any clue. Or maybe they do. That’s the part that keeps messing with my head, the constant feeling that everyone is watching everyone and pretending they’re not.

What makes it hit for me is that it never treats Luciene like some clueless puppet. Even when she’s a virgin about certain kinks, she feels like a grown woman choosing to lean into it, teasing on purpose. She’ll “accidentally” leave a door cracked open while touching herself on the bed, hips rolling slow, glancing toward the hallway like she wants a silhouette to show up. You’re the one deciding how many of those moments happen in a day, like some obsessive freak micromanaging her descent. It scratches that yandere part of my brain where I want to control everything she feels, every dick she touches, every monster she lets inside her, but also I get weirdly jealous if I push her too far. I sent her to help one of the guys with something in his room, and it escalated into this intense teasing scene, her sitting on his lap, pressing that huge ass down, stroking him through his pants with this smug look, and I actually caught myself thinking “ok, maybe that’s enough, he doesn’t get more than this.” Which is stupid, because I’m the one clicking all the horny choices. It’s like the game turns you into both the protective owner and the person corrupting her at the same time. And because it runs on the phone too, it’s way too easy to open it on the bus “just to check the schedule” and then suddenly Luciene is in the garden, topless, pretending she needs sun on her nipples for “health,” while some monster lurks on the edge of the property and the house is full of people who might walk past the window at any second. I was sitting there with my screen tilted down like a criminal, watching her masturbate on the lounge chair, fingers circling slow, her face flushed, knowing there’s a non-zero chance someone is watching her from inside the house and she’s getting off on that idea. Honestly it feels less like a normal porn game and more like you’re building your own little pervert ecosystem, where every path leads to someone getting corrupted and exposed and used, and you’re smiling about it because you’re the one who planned the whole day.

“Tag” is weird in a good way. Like, you think it’s gonna be some cheap dirty clicker where you just mash through the same moans on repeat - but then it throws you into this slow, teasing chase where you’re somehow both the hunter and the idiot running from your own hormones. The idea’s childish if you describe it out loud, but in the game it feels dangerous, like getting caught with your hand somewhere it shouldn’t be. There’s this one early scene, you’re just standing in a park at dusk, and that milf character - yeah, the one with the kind of body that’d break a chair if she sat too fast - glances over her shoulder like she knows exactly what you’re thinking. It’s not “romance.” It’s bait. You try to act all polite, but every dialogue option wants to pull you into trouble.

And the animations? They’re rough in a way that actually sells it. Not polished like a studio thing, more like somebody poured too much passion into a weekend project and forgot to sleep. There’s a voyeuristic edge that sneaks up on you - like, you think you’re in control, then the camera lingers a second too long, your mouse hovers, and suddenly you’re complicit. The game keeps whispering, “you started this.” It’s not even about the sex half the time, it’s about that feeling of being seen wanting it. She bends, pretends not to notice, and yeah, it’s animated but your brain doesn’t care.

I’d give it the unofficial award for “Most Dangerous Public Boner Potential.” Because it’s not safe. Not emotionally, not morally. It makes you feel like a perv and then pats you on the back for admitting it. Weirdly enough, it works better that way. There’s a bug with the dialogue skipping, though - sometimes you miss a line right when she’s saying something filthy and it kills the rhythm. Still, I replayed anyway, just to catch that half-whispered line I missed. Maybe it’s broken. Maybe that’s exactly why it turns me on.

Daybreak Nightbreak feels like somebody mashed together a horny Mass Effect, a janky management sim and a corruption hentai manga they hid under the mattress. The city of Chios looks normal at first, just your standard modern place where rent is too high and people pretend to be fine, and then you realise there is a whole mirror version of it lurking on the other side, full of cults, monster girls and people who really, really should not be kneeling and calling you “my lord” with their tits out. You start as this kinda awkward guy, a bit of a late bloomer vibe, virgin energy all over him, who accidentally ends up infused with a power that basically turns “building a fanclub” into “building a sex cult”. It sounds stupid, and yeah, sometimes it really is, in the best way. One moment you are doing accounting in a tiny office, trying not to go bankrupt because some megacorp is crushing your small business, and ten minutes later you are in a dark alley, whispering corrupt little “prayers” into a married woman’s ear while her husband is a room away. And of course she’s got her panties soaked and her ahegao face out in about three dialogue choices.

I like how the game pretends to be about “big decisions” and then your biggest decision turns out to be something like: Do I use mind control to slowly twist this shy college girl into an exhibitionist cosplay slut, or do I turn the local milf head of department into my personal worshipping toy first. The sandbox part hits hard because you just wander around town and keep tripping over new scenes. There’s this goblin girl in the other dimension with ridiculous hips and an ass that moves like it has its own gravity well, and the first time you get her on your lap, she’s grinding in your office chair while asking nervously if “humans really fill girls up that much.” Of course the game gives you the option to breed her stupid with a creampie that drips down her thighs. The animations are rough sometimes, like two dolls humping, but when she’s bouncing, tongue out, drool on her tits and eyes rolled back, you kind of stop caring. Actually, you never cared. And the striptease scenes? There’s this one where a normally classy businesswoman you’ve been carefully corrupting does a half-drunk lapdance for you in a cheap karaoke bar, slowly peeling off her blazer and bra, trying to keep her dignity as she ends up riding your hand under the table, whispering “I’m cheating, I’m so bad” while you finger her until she squirts on the seat. The game just leaves the mess there, no comment.

The corruption feels deliciously slow when it wants to. That college subplot where you go back to campus hits like a twisted nostalgia trip. You start out helping a stressed student with her grades, totally innocent tutoring, then “accidentally” using your power to make her respond a bit too strongly to your touch. Next visit she’s sucking you off in an empty classroom, knees on the cold floor, big doe eyes looking up, lipstick smeared, trying to swallow all of it like she’s cramming for finals. And later you drag her into this stupid cosplay event in the other dimension, make her dress as a bunny girl in front of a small crowd of your followers, and she ends up flashing her pussy to them, moaning while they chant your name like some horny church. It is weirdly romantic too sometimes, buried under all the filth. You can build actual relationships, have soft moments in between the handjobs and public sex. Sitting with a milf on a rooftop, talking about her failed marriage, then quietly sliding your hand under her skirt while she leans on your shoulder, torn between guilt and arousal, might be one of those little scenes that stick. But yeah, then fifteen minutes later you’re using mind control to make her bend over a balcony, tits hanging out, while half the city could technically see you pound her from behind and fill her with a thick creampie she can’t stop leaking. The game swings between “Yakuza-style side story” and “hardcore hentai brainrot” so fast it feels wrong, and that’s kind of why I couldn’t stop clicking.