You wake up wrong. That is the first thing that hit me. Not heroic, not cool cyberpunk badass, just this sick, half-loaded feeling like your soul got dragged through a glitchy Pornhub ad. You’re in your backup sleeve, lying in some cheap future med-bay, the kind that smells like burnt plastic and sex lube, and your own body doesn’t quite fit. Your fingers are a bit too long, your chest feels heavy in a way it shouldn’t, heart rate monitor chirping like a horny bird, and your vision keeps tearing like a bad stream on xVideos. Crew’s a mess, ship’s a mess, and your upload is corrupted enough that if you calm down, you die. Which is a fucked up way of saying: you literally need to be kept turned on just to keep your brain from shutting off.

The “keep his heart rate up” thing sounds like a cheesy porn excuse, and yeah, it is, but here it actually wraps around into the story surprisingly tight. You’re surrounded by these thick-thighed, short-haired, neon-dyed space girls that look like someone smashed together a strip club and a hacker bar, then sprinkled futa on top for good measure. They are not gentle nurses. You’re not in some healing crystal spa. You are meat they are determined to keep pumping, with hands that wander the second the monitor dips below a number they like. One moment the medic is calmly explaining your neural corruption, next moment her gloved hand slides under your hospital sheet and she squeezes like she’s testing a weapon part. The captain leans over you, short hair brushing your face, tits spilling out of a half-open suit, and she’s pissed you almost died but she’s also grinding on your thigh with this lazy, practiced dominance that says she has done this before with other poor fucks on other poor ships.

I liked how the game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about the body stuff. Your sleeve is customizable, but not in that boring “pick eye color, done” way. It’s big asses that bounce when you get grabbed, heavy tits that strain cheap fabric, cocks and clits and both, because why not if you’re paying for a synthetic body anyway. Cyberpunk setting, sure, there are glowing cityscapes outside the porthole and some talk about data smuggling and black clinic surgeons, but honestly the real sci-fi here is “how far can we push this body before the heart flatlines.” There is this one scene that stuck with me: you’re strapped into this sloopy auto-doc chair, and a futa crew engineer, all colorful undercut and grease on her cheeks, is pretending to “check your reflexes” while she slowly strokes you with one hand and plays with the med panel with the other, watching the HR line spike when she squeezes your balls just a bit too hard. And the worst part? She keeps half-talking about thruster repairs, like she’s multitasking you like any other ship component.

Not everything lands. Some of the dialogue comes out a bit stiff in the wrong way, like someone tried to write badass one-liners while also jerking off and lost the balance. There is a moment where a character calls a neural buffer a “quantum RAM thingy” and I still don’t know if that’s on purpose or just lazy, but I kind of love it because it feels like late-night shitposting turned into a game script. The pacing jumps all over: one second you’re gasping, being ridden hard by a thick-hipped futanari officer who pins your wrists to keep your pulse up, the next second someone brings up fuel dates and cargo lists like we didn’t just watch you cum all over the med bed. Also, tiny complaint that bugged me way more than it should: the damn heart rate sound is slightly too high-pitched, like my Fitbit having an orgasm, and it made me reach for my phone twice, thinking I got a notification. Still, when the girls crowd around you, colored hair brushing your skin, their hands greedy, their voices low and bossy, using your overheating body as both patient and toy, that shrill little beep just disappears into the background like any other cheap future noise. Sex as life support. Literally. It’s messed up, and it works.

First time I saw this thing, I laughed at the title and thought it would be another fake edgy porn game that pretends to be dark and then gives you high school drama. It really is not that. The world here feels like someone took a fairytale kingdom, flipped it into a cold matriarchal dictatorship, then forgot to clean up all the blood and semen on the way out. You play this royal bastard, Mordred, stuck inside an order of female knights that looks holy on the outside and rots everywhere inside. Half of your time you are talking in candle-lit halls, watching armored women argue about justice while their boots are still wet from torture. The other half, you're either getting your cock worshipped or crushed by the same women who just gave a speech about honor. It has this strange animation style for the cutscenes, where faces twitch a bit too long, eyes linger a bit too low, and the camera loves legs a lot more than is healthy. Not that I complain. I will still complain that some hair keeps clipping through armor slightly in one of the early scenes and now I can't unsee it, thanks.

The cutscenes work like little theater plays. One moment you're in the chapel while a knight commander lectures Mordred about loyalty. You can choose to be respectful, mocking, or quietly plotting. If you push her too far, next scene she has you alone, back pressed to a stone pillar, gauntleted hand around your throat, other hand unbuckling your belt, her voice totally calm as she jerks you off like it's just another punishment. The animation is not "clean", it has small weird movements, fingers pressing into skin, her lips brushing your ear when she whispers about how dogs shouldn't cum before their mistress. And then another route lets you flip it, pin her instead, push her on her knees so her polished boots are on your shoulders while you fuck her mouth, the camera staying low on the floor to show her drool hitting the stone. It all feels like somebody actually thought about power, not just tits. Sometimes the pacing is terrible. There's a scene with a healer knight who spends so much time talking about ethics that by the time she finally lowers herself and licks along your shaft, I almost forgot this was porn and not a weird philosophy podcast on Spotify. But when her hands glow and she "tests" your body with magic while sucking you off, the mix of healing light and messy blowjob is honestly hot in a way I didn't expect.

What caught me is how the game keeps switching between being horny and being kind of mean. You have these RPG bits, turn based fights where you pick skills while staring at women in heavy armor who later will make you kiss their feet as reward or as humiliation, depending if you played submissive or manipulative in dialog before. One battle ends, and immediately you get a quiet little romance moment on the battlements, your commander resting her legs in your lap, telling you a story about the revolution while she uses your tongue on her toes like it's the most normal thing. The camera focuses on her feet, then her tired face, then your wet chin. Feels intimate and fucked up at same time. Sometimes Mordred sounds like a smug porn protagonist, sometimes more like a 4chan user who accidentally grew a conscience, and the game doesn't decide which version is real. That weird inconsistency somehow works. Oral scenes are everywhere: knights using you to blow off stress before councils, a noble girl who never touched a sword but uses her soft hands on your cock with this almost terrified curiosity, a rough alleyway encounter where you shove a rebel priestess to her knees and grab her hair so hard you see tears mix with spit. And yeah, some romance is there too, quiet scenes where you share stories on a bunk, fingers brushing, no sex at all, which almost feels more indecent because you know what both of you are capable of. The AI-ish CG makes some poses look slightly unnatural, like joints bending a bit off, but it adds this uncanny vibe that fits a world where power and affection are always twisted. I kinda wish they fixed that one scene where the armor strap just disappears between frames. They won't. And I will keep noticing it while I watch a holy knight choke on Mordred's cock like faith alone will not save her.

This thing starts innocent like some cheap training sim and then suddenly you’re in a weird horny dojo where every “lesson” looks like it came from Pornhub comments. You play this asian girl with big tits and big ass, cute dumb face, no memories, just dropped into a place where the Master clearly has more ideas about her body than about martial arts. At first you’re just clicking around, picking up mop, bucket, little useless items, thinking “ok, normal point & click stuff, puzzle time, yay”. Then it hits you that half the “puzzles” are just excuses to make her strip, bend over, get on her knees and play the obedient student who “accidentally” flashes everything.

The best part is how it pretends to be serious dojo cleaning. You’re told to mop the floor, right, very basic. Then the floor is not the only thing getting wet. One wrong choice and she slips, falls on her ass, skirt flips up, panties pushed aside, and of course the camera suddenly finds the exact angle where you see her pussy and the little sex toy the Master “made her wear inside so she focuses more”. You click something again, oops, the toy starts vibrating. She’s stuck there, blushing, trying to keep “proper posture” while her legs shake. It’s dumb humor, but it works. The game never shuts up with teasing. Dialogue is all like “you want to be a good student, yes? then open your mouth wider” and it’s obviously not about pronunciation. One scene has you “practice breathing” and it just turns into slow oral, with her trying to keep rhythm like it’s some yoga app, except instead of “inhale” you get “don’t spill it”. Spoiler: she spills it, then gets humiliation talk and clean-up duty. With her tongue.

There’s a nice mix of control and helplessness. You click where she goes, you choose answers, but it always ends with her getting more exposed, more used. Exhibition stuff creeps in all sneaky. You’re told to train in the courtyard, thinking it’s safe, then some students pass by while she’s in half-open gi, no bra, nipples basically saying hello. She pretends she doesn’t notice, Master pretends too, and you actually have to click to make her keep “holding position” while they walk around and stare. And yeah, the game uses 3D CG in that kind of plastic hentai-poser way, but sometimes the angles are just filthy in a good way. There’s this one scene where she’s doing “private meditation” at night, which is just masturbation with a toy she “found during training”. You control how fast she goes, when she stops, if she pulls her top up or completely strips. If you push it too far, she gets caught in the middle of orgasm, legs shaking, fingers still inside, and then you get a long humiliation scene that somehow manages to be hot and kind of funny and kind of “wow, this dojo is HR nightmare”. Vaginal sex is mostly framed as “reward” she’s not really ready for, so you click through her hesitation, get this slow teasing penetration, and of course they go raw, finish inside, and act like it’s part of spiritual discipline. Creampie just sits there on her thighs while she tries to bow politely, and you can click around to get close-ups. It’s messed up in that specific porn-game way where everyone talks about honor and training while she’s literally drooling cum from both ends.

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.