First thing that hit me with this game is how horny the whole “board game” frame actually feels once you’re inside it. You’re not just clicking scenes, you’re basically a pawn on this smug Game Master’s table, getting moved around a dungeon that clearly cares more about tits and teasing than treasure. Every square you land on is like a dare. One moment you’re planning your next “strategic” move, the next moment a monster girl with ridiculous curves is pressing you into the wall and asking if you like your face buried in big ass or big tits first. And the game lets you lean into being a bastard dom or just… melt. It really goes hard on that push and pull between dominance and submission, you can feel it in almost every encounter. Sometimes literally, like when you choose between slapping her cheeks red or letting her ride your face while she laughs at you.

The humor is pretty trashy in the best way, like a dungeon run written by that one horny DM who never got over their monster girl folder. There’s a lot of tongue-in-cheek jokes about crit fails and “rolling for stamina” while a clingy slime girl is jerking you off in three different ways at once. I actually paused to screenshot a scene where the GM basically mocks you for picking the “wholesome” route, then immediately gives you a “bonus” in the form of a monster girl who acts shy but has hands everywhere. Handjobs are everywhere here, but they’re not just copy-paste scenes. Sometimes it’s a casual “reward” on a safe tile, sometimes it’s you pinned down with her using your cock like a joystick while you pretend you’re still in control of the fight. Vaginal stuff hits harder when you’ve actually schemed your way into it, like when you’ve been edging through groping and spanking options and finally unlock a position that feels earned, not just thrown at you.

What I didn’t expect was how much the multiple protagonist thing would mess with my brain. One run I’m this cocky male hero trying to top every monster girl into submission, another run I’m a stacked female champion getting slowly turned into the GM’s favorite toy. Swapping viewpoints changes the whole flavor of the same board, but it’s messy in a good way. You get these strategy moments where you agonize over a tile that might level your character up or might just end with you on your knees, drool on your chin, while some smug demon girl rides you and keeps “accidentally” grinding your weak spot. Sometimes the female dom stuff sneaks up on you. You think you’re the one in charge because you picked all the aggressive options, then the scene flips and suddenly you’re the one begging while she laughs, spanking you like you’re the pet. The simulator vibe shows up in how you shape your role: do you become a cruel bastard, a submissive toy, or that chaotic mix who spanks her monster girls and then gets pegged metaphorically by the GM narrative two turns later. I kinda wish the board color was different but whatever, I’m still thinking about that one scene where a monster girl sits on your lap mid “battle,” guides your hand to her ass, and the GM just writes in a rule that you lose your turn unless you make her cum. I’m not even mad. Just annoyed that the sound for one specific tile is weirdly louder than everything else and now I can’t un-hear it.

Morgana lands in Sydney all bright-eyed and proper, and the game almost laughs at her for it. She’s this very English, very polite girl with soft curves that are not soft at all once the camera stops pretending to be shy. The shared house she moves into looks classy at first, clean pool, big rooms, that kind of “Instagram rich” vibe. Then you start noticing the way every guy looks at her. Not like “oh, she’s cute”, more like “I haven’t fucked in forever and I’m counting the seconds until she cracks”. The whole house has this thick male energy, like a locker room that learned how to use cologne. She walks around in her casual clothes, ass bouncing a bit too much, tits a bit too real, and you can tell the game really wants you to stare. It’s almost rude how long the camera stays behind her when she goes up the stairs.

The first time she’s alone in the living room and one of the guys just sits too close on the couch, it hits what the game is actually about. He’s “friendly”, arm over the backrest, his hand not quite touching her shoulder, you know the fake respectful thing. She leans forward to grab the TV remote, shirt slipping down just enough to show that heavy cleavage, and suddenly he’s staring like he’s never seen tits before. You’re just waiting for the moment his fingers “accidentally” brush the side of her breast. And yeah, he does. The game freezes for half a second on her face, that mix of embarrassment and something curious she doesn’t understand yet. She pulls away, of course, she’s engaged, she’s “good”. The game laughs again. Later, when she’s in the kitchen in those tiny shorts, you can see the shape of her ass cheeks move under the fabric while another guy just watches her from the corridor. He doesn’t talk. He just looks. It feels dirty without even needing explicit sex yet, because the whole house is already undressing her with their eyes every time she walks by.

What I liked is how it doesn’t jump straight into full-on porn. It toys with her. With you, actually. First it’s the lingering looks, the “accidental” bump in the hallway, a hand on her lower back that stays there a bit too long when he leads her through a door. You get scenes where she’s changing in her room, thinking she’s alone, and the camera shifts from her reflection in the mirror to a tiny gap in the door, like someone might be watching. Or maybe it’s just you being a creep. She slides her panties up over that thick ass, adjusts them, and pauses with her hand on her own butt, almost like she wonders if she’s become sexier lately or if she’s just paranoid. There’s a moment when she ends up giving a very awkward handjob, still trying to convince herself it’s “just helping a friend” and it doesn’t count as cheating. She’s blushing, fumbling, clearly inexperienced, fingers clumsy around his cock, and the guy is guiding her hand, pushing her to stroke harder, faster, dirtier. The way her innocence slowly rots inside that house is the whole point. You start with this sweet virgin fiancée who thinks she’s in a love story, but the game is more interested in the moment she stops pulling her shirt back up when someone stares, the moment she holds eye contact while a guy openly checks out her tits instead of looking away. The corruption is not fireworks, it’s a long, slow stare. And that’s why it feels hot and wrong at the same time.

Sara’s the kind of woman you’ve seen a thousand times in real life and basically never in porn games: 35, office drone, tired face, very nice tits hiding under boring blouses, and this permanent “I should do something with my life” vibe. The game takes that mood and just pokes it again and again. It doesn’t try to be smart or deep, it’s honestly pretty dumb and repetitive, but in that way where your brain turns off and your dick kinda takes the wheel. You click through her days at work, come home with her, watch her slowly stop giving a shit about being “proper” and start letting herself get used like a toy. There’s this weird charm in how basic it is. No big story arcs, no dramatic choices, just small steps: a little flirting, a blowjob in a place that really shouldn’t have a blowjob, taking rough anal from a guy that clearly doesn’t even know her last name, things like that. It feels like she slides from “bored office milf” to “I’ll do anything if it makes me feel alive and full” in tiny, dirty increments.

The sex itself hits all the obvious stuff, but it hits it pretty hard. She’s got big boobs, big ass, proper porn body, and the guys are walking clichés with thick cocks and a lot of stamina, which is funny because Sara looks like someone who should be sending spreadsheet emails, not choking on an interracial monster dick behind the office building. Some scenes feel almost like a porn simulator: you’re not doing complicated choices, you’re just guiding what hole gets used and for how long, watching her swap between oral, vaginal, anal like it’s just another boring task on her to-do list, except she’s moaning and drooling instead of typing. I liked how her face sometimes has this “how did I end up here” look even while she’s getting pounded, it makes the male domination angle feel less cartoon villain and more like she just stopped resisting because getting fucked stupid is easier than thinking about Monday meetings. The “real model” vibe helps a lot too, she doesn’t look like a plastic anime doll, more like that blonde from your HR department if she suddenly started letting huge cocks rearrange her. It’s crude, a bit lazy, honestly kind of trashy, and still weirdly hot. You’ll click, jerk, complain about the repetition, then click again anyway, because watching a bored 35-year-old office worker slowly turn her whole life into one big porn loop scratches some very specific, very filthy itch.

Jamie feels like that guy you see in every Discord server who’s always online, always “one more match,” and somehow still confused why his life is going to shit. The game throws you into his head and also out of it, since you hop to other points of view too, but it never asks what you think. It just drags you through this messy school-life drama where sex is basically the only honest language anybody speaks. One minute you’re in the classroom with all the usual fake politeness, the next you’re watching a hand slide under a desk, fingers pressing into thigh, then panties, then nothing. And because it’s kinetic, you don’t get that safety of “oh I’ll pick the nice option.” There is no nice option. Stuff just happens, and it gets worse, and you kind of hate it and keep clicking anyway.

Kim is supposed to be the “good girl,” loyal and patient while Jamie hides in his games, but the story keeps poking holes in that fake ideal. She’s waiting for him, horny, frustrated, touching herself alone while he’s busy chasing loot instead of her tits. Then William shows up, all calm and composed, the kind of guy who actually listens, and you know where that goes. Not suddenly, not with fireworks, more like slow rot. A shoulder touch at the lockers. A “joke” about how she could do better. Walking her home. Fingers brushing her lower back. Next thing, you’re staring at an internal view of his cock in her, thick and detailed, cum pouring straight into her like she hasn’t had a boyfriend in months. The weird thing is, the game never pauses to guilt-trip anyone. Netorare is just treated like weather: it rains, you get wet, nobody asks permission.

The sex is filthy in that very direct way that doesn’t feel like porn dialogue written by someone who never touched a person. There is anal that isn’t romantic at all, just rough and controlling, with her knees shaking and her mouth saying “no, we can’t” while her body obviously can. There’s groping on the train, hands on big tits while strangers look away, that ugly little realism of harassment where the world pretends nothing is happening. The “trap” angle sneaks in sideways, you think one character is just a shy boy and suddenly you’re watching him get pinned and used, his ass spread open, treated like a toy but there is this tiny flicker of pleasure in his eyes that fucks with your moral compass. The futa and trans stuff doesn’t show up as some big “special episode” either, it just exists in the cast, like yeah, she has a dick and she’s jerking it in the bathroom stall thinking about corrupting someone’s girlfriend later, why are you surprised?

Gay scenes hit different, more like raw territory fights than romance. Two guys testing each other, dominance games in the locker room, a blowjob that starts as a threat and turns into something way more confusing when the “victim” starts pushing back instead of pulling away. There’s interracial stuff folded in without big speeches, just visual contrast and constant power plays, like the game is obsessed with who owns who in every frame. Masturbation is everywhere, almost casual, everyone doing it: Jamie half-hard in bed with his phone, Kim in the shower trying not to say William’s name, some side character hunched over a desk in the empty classroom, panting quietly so the teacher in the next room doesn’t hear. And the whole time, corruption is the slow heartbeat underneath. Nobody wakes up a monster. They just make one small compromise, then one more, until cheating feels less like betrayal and more like gravity. The really annoying part? At one point I tried to scroll back by muscle memory, like on Telegram, to check a line I missed, and my thumb kept hitting the wrong place, and I still don’t know what that one whispered line before the creampie was. It bugs me more than it should.