You start off thinking it’s just a weird job. A club gig, nothing fancy, just you and your step-mom trying to sc*** by. Then the dress comes in - tight fabric, smooth against skin, showing more leg than you’re used to. It’s supposed to be “uniform,” but it feels like a dare. Every shift you feel the hem riding up a little higher, the neckline dipping lower, and the stares from the regulars getting heavier. There’s something almost humiliating about it, but it hits that strange nerve between shame and arousal. The game leans into that confusion - slowly, softly, until you stop fighting it.

And your step-mom… she’s not the sweet, caring type you’d expect. She’s confident, too confident maybe, with a smile that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. You catch her in the VIP room one night, her moans slipping through the wall, and suddenly all those buried thoughts you didn’t want to name come crawling out. The story doesn’t rush that part - it lets you sit in the discomfort, the jealousy, the hunger. It’s filthy, but also strangely tender. Like the game’s trying to make you understand desire instead of just showing it. I kept thinking I’d hate her, but somehow I ended up wanting to be her. Or maybe both.

What really gets me is how the writing doesn’t pretend to be moral. There’s cheating, manipulation, that slow feminization that creeps into your bones until you can’t tell where the lie ends and the kink begins. It’s not about control; it’s about surrender, about wanting to be wanted even when it feels wrong. Some scenes hit too close, like the mirror moment where you finally admit you like the way the dress fits. It’s erotic, yes, but also messy and human and confusing in a way that feels too real. I didn’t expect to get turned on and emotionally wrecked at the same time, but here we are.

Lumi’s world feels like someone took a pretty fairy tale book, ripped all the hopeful pages out, and left you with the parts where the prince is chained on the floor and nobody comes to save him. The game throws you right into that feeling of being property, not person, and it doesn’t pretend to be “fair” or “moral”. You’re looking through Lumi’s eyes while nobles treat his body like a toy and his feelings like trash. The constant sense of touch is crazy strong here: tight collars digging into his neck, cold metal cuffs biting his wrists, the rough stone under his knees when he’s forced to kneel for way too long. There’s a scene where he has to hold a tray above his head while some smug bastard runs a hand slowly up his inner thigh, barely touching, just enough to make his skin prickle. That scene stuck in my head way more than the actual fucking, and the fucking is very much there. It’s not shy with the abuse either, you feel every slap, every pull on his hair, the burn of rope on his skin when he struggles a bit too much and still tries to pretend he doesn’t care. The game almost gets off on the contrast: he looks delicate and pretty and soft, but his whole body is marked by other people’s hands and choices.

What I liked is how the story keeps playing with that line between “he’s broken” and “he’s stubborn as hell”. One moment he’s shaking, taking another rough pounding from some masked noble using him like a stress toy, and you’d think he’s just a docile doll. Next moment, there’s this tiny flash of hatred in his thoughts when a boot presses his cheek into the floor, like he’s memorizing the weight so he can stomp back later. Romantic parts are fucked up and also kind of sweet in a guilty way: there’s a character who still uses him, still enjoys his body, but wipes the tears from his face and holds him afterwards, fingers rubbing slow circles on his back while Lumi’s breath catches and he doesn’t know if he wants to melt into it or bite him. I liked that and also kinda hated it, because it makes everything complicated, like when he’s being choked just enough to see stars and he realizes he actually wants to live, not just exist as someone’s pet. The visual novel flow is pretty standard but the choices hurt more than they look at first glance. Saying “yes” to one command might spare him a beating but makes the sex rougher later, refusing can end in him pinned down, thighs forced apart, nails scraping along his ribs while he tries not to scream. The story sometimes pretends there’s no way out, then suddenly hints that maybe all this pain is building something inside him that the masters don’t see yet. It’s messy, horny, violent, tender in fucked up moments, and very much about a pretty boy learning that his body can be used, but his will is still his, even when he’s on his back, legs spread, teeth clenched, feeling every touch like it could either destroy him or finally make him feel alive.

Three words first: awkward, horny, bittersweet. That is kind of the whole mood here. You’re the straight guy who finally gets confessed to by the cute “girl” from school, the one with the soft voice, stupidly pretty face, nice legs, shy smile, all of that. You panic, you say yes, your brain is screaming “I did it!” and then right after that the world slaps you with “oh yeah, she’s actually a guy.” The game pretty much lives inside that moment of confusion. It milks it. It stretches it. It keeps poking that same bruise: “you said you’re straight, so what the hell are you feeling right now?” And the answer is usually “hard.” The story plays it as romance and comedy at first, but there is this slow, sneaky sadness in there, like the way he keeps calling himself a “replacement girl” and laughs it off. That line stuck in my brain way more than the cumshots, which is kinda annoying because I came for the horny stuff and stayed for emotional damage like an idiot.

What I really liked is how cheap and petty the breakup plan is. You and your best friend literally sit down and go “ok, let’s make you the worst boyfriend ever so he dumps you.” You try to be late on purpose, you act cold, you ignore his texts, you pretend to be gross with your habits, and he still shows up in that cute outfit, blushing, trying so hard to be a good girlfriend even though he knows some people would just call him a trap and walk away. There is one scene where you drag him to a love hotel “by accident,” thinking he will freak out and run, but instead he just looks terrified and still says “if it makes you happy…” and undoes his skirt with shaky hands. That part hit me weird. It is hot, like really explicit, he is nervous and hard and trying to keep his voice from cracking while you touch him, and the game doesn’t fade to black or shy away from the details. At the same time you can feel he is afraid you might finally see “too much” and reject him. The sex is not soft-focus. There is messy blowjob, the kind where he tries to go deep and fails, chokes a little, tears in the corner of his eyes. There is anal where he clenches so hard you feel guilty even as you push inside. No censor bars, nothing. Just skin and precum and that annoying little whimper he does when you pull his hair. It is lewd as hell, but it never fully lets you relax, because the whole time he keeps thanking you for “not giving up on me yet” and it stings in the back of your mind that you are literally planning to throw him away. And yeah, the comedy bits are hit or miss. Sometimes the best friend is funny, sometimes he sounds like a Twitter thread. One of the texts about “straight guys speedrunning bi awakening any%” made me cringe and laugh at same time and I’m still mad about it.

But the game really shines when it goes quiet. There is this park scene, late date, just the two of you on a bench, and he asks if you would still like him if he stopped crossdressing. No sex in that moment, just his bare legs sticking out of that skirt, swinging nervously, and your choice box pops up. You can answer in such a cruel, detached way that it almost feels like you are kicking a puppy, or you can start slipping, saying things a “straight” guy shouldn’t say to a boy with lip gloss. If you keep going for the selfish breakup route, the way the story twists is actually mean. There is a “good” bad ending where you succeed and he dumps you, but you get this scene of him walking away in normal boy clothes, trying to smile, saying he is glad he could “practice being someone’s girlfriend at least once.” Then the game lets you sit there with that. No comforting speech, no heroic redemption on that branch, you just scroll through your phone alone, reading old messages where he spammed you cute selfies and little “good morning” lines. Felt kind of cold in my chest after that. And then on another route, if you let yourself fall for him, the sex scenes change tone. Same body, same dick, same panties, but your inner monologue shifts from “I’m not into guys” to counting the moles on his chest and thinking how nice he looks when he’s flushed and messy and calling your name. The romance is still awkward, the jokes still sometimes land sideways, the art has those weird small inconsistencies that only show up when he’s naked and you stare too close, but in a way I like that. It feels like a horny little VN made by someone who really loves femboys and also secretly enjoys stomping on the reader’s heart a bit. I finished one of the sadder routes, closed the tab, opened it again on another browser like a clown just to see him smile at me from the title screen and pretend I hadn’t already ruined his life once.

You start as this broke street rat in some sweaty desert port, basically the guy NPCs normally ignore, and suddenly you’re dragged into rich people drama, horny djinn problems and pirate bullshit in the same week. It’s got that “1001 Nights, but everyone is way too fuckable and nobody is wearing enough clothes for this climate” vibe. One scene you’re shining the boots of some noble with more jewelry than sense, next scene you’re on your knees giving him a blowjob because apparently gratitude in this city is paid in cum, not coin. The story pretends to be epic sometimes, talking about fate of the world and all that, but every third choice is “do you want to fuck them now or fuck them later” and honestly, that’s the better writing anyway. I played it on Firefox, had two other tabs open with porn and Reddit, and this thing still managed to hold my attention more than both, which is kinda embarrassing.

The POV focus actually works nicely here, since a lot of the tension is you stuck right in front of someone’s thighs or under their ass while they decide if they want to use you like a toy or maybe have a deep emotional moment first, then use you like a toy. The muscle girls are the real stars. There’s this tall viking-style shieldmaiden later on who just casually picks your scrawny ass up, pushes you against the mast of a ship and rides you like she’s trying to break you in half. She puts your hands on her abs while she grinds down and you can almost feel that “oh shit I’m just a dildo for her” panic mixed with “yes, more, ruin my pelvis” happiness. Then somewhere else you get a pirate captain with golden eyes and a mean grin who makes you lick his boots before giving you a lazy handjob, like he’s bored, like getting you off is just another chore between looting and murder. The game calls it humor, but some of those scenes are savage. In a good way. Mostly.

What surprised me is how casually it throws you between goofy banter, fucked up fights and then just filth. One minute you’re in a tavern joking with a femboy serving drinks, and he’s teasing you with his bare feet under the table, rubbing your crotch with his toes while still holding a conversation about politics. Then if you push things, you end up on your back in some storage room, his cock pressing against your lips while you jerk him off and he grinds his heel into your chest like he’s pinning you down. And if you’re into guys or futa, the routes feel optional without that usual “haha surprise dick” nonsense. There’s a trap in desert clothes with this playful smile who starts out massaging your shoulders after a rough fight, and before you know it you’re bent over, he’s sliding into your ass and whispering in your ear how good you’re taking it, while your own dick is dripping on the carpet. At the same time, you can go full straight pirate hero and just ruin every pussy in sight, from noble ladies who use you as stress relief to rough mercenaries who make you eat them out after a bloody brawl, with sweat and blood still on their thighs. The violence is not shy either: combat scenes leave people chopped, burned, torn apart, and you can still end up getting a sloppy blowjob behind a ruined wall right after the fight because the adrenaline is high and your companion decides the best way to celebrate survival is to swallow your load. It’s messy, horny, sometimes stupid, sometimes weirdly sweet, and half the time I couldn’t tell if I was here to save the world or just to see how many holes my “hero” can fill in one lifetime.