You play as this awkward dude, Sam, trying to look professional in an office where everyone pretends to be normal adults, while your new boss is basically the final boss of horny power games. Veronica Blackwell walks on screen in that tight office outfit and the whole vibe of the game changes. You can literally feel your mouse-hand getting more obedient every time she raises an eyebrow. It starts super tame: file this, fix that report, stay late for “just a bit more work”. Nothing wild. Then she starts getting handsy with your dignity instead of your body, which is way more fun. She locks you into this slow pacing, no skipping, no choices, just you watching Sam bend, inch by inch. And yeah, it is a kinetic novel, so forget about “I’ll just pick the dominant route”, there is none. You are the furniture. Accept it. At some point you catch yourself leaning closer to the screen when she mentions your “performance evaluation” and that says a lot about you and a bit about the writing.

What makes it hotter than it has any right to be is how casual she is about humiliating you. She talks about work metrics and career opportunities while making you kneel under her desk like it is the most reasonable thing in the world. There is a scene where she makes you clean her high heels with your tongue after a long day in the office and she does not even drop the corporate tone. She is checking emails on her phone while you are there on the carpet, licking the dirt off her soles, and she is commenting on your “attention to detail” like it is part of your internship report. The game really leans into feet and power stuff. Heels, stockings, her crossing her legs right in your face, you begging to touch or kiss her shoes and she just smirks and tosses you a command that feels more like a leash. And then, when you think it is “just” foot worship and soft humiliation, she pulls out that small metal cage for you. No warning, no drum roll, just a line like “I think you need help focusing at work” and next thing you know, Sam is locked up, hard but not allowed to be hard, if that makes sense. The writing milks that frustration on purpose. Every time she teases you after that, you can almost feel the cage squeezing. There is something messed up but very honest about that.

Art side is clean enough to do the job, nothing crazy, but the expressions matter a lot. Her smirk when you hesitate, the slight boredom when you try to resist, the way she looks down at you from the office chair like you are both a pet and a project. They reuse some backgrounds too much, but somehow that makes it feel more like an actual office grind. Same desk, same room, worse and worse situations. I was running this in Chrome with uBlock turned off for once, just sitting there on my second monitor like some degenerate pretending to answer Slack messages while Veronica is telling Sam he is not allowed to touch himself without written permission. The pacing is slow, yeah, sometimes painfully slow, but that actually fits the chastity angle too well. It is annoying and hot and annoying again. No big branching, no epic system, just a straight line falling deeper under this woman’s heel. And if that idea alone already gives you that weird tight feeling in your chest and lower, this thing is going to fry your brain in a pretty fun way.

Trapfield Hotel's got this whole weird economy simulation thing going on, except instead of managing spreadsheets you're managing... well, let's just say the staff qualifications are pretty specific. The premise is absolutely ridiculous - apparently there's this magical hotel where only the most endowed femboys and hung futas can get employment. Makes about as much sense as pineapple on pizza, but hey, at least it owns its absurdity.

What really caught me off guard was how committed this thing is to its own internal logic. You'd think a game built around hiring hypersexualized employees would just be mindless clicking, but there's actually some thought put into the corruption mechanics. Characters don't just flip a switch from innocent to depraved - there's this gradual sissification process that feels surprisingly well-paced. The humor helps too; some of the dialogue had me genuinely chuckling between the more explicit scenes. Though I gotta say, the pacing gets wonky in places where it feels like the dev couldn't decide if they wanted a slow burn or immediate gratification.

The visual novel format works well enough, especially with the POV elements during the steamier moments. You get these first-person perspectives that really sell the domination dynamics, whether you're on the giving or receiving end. The art style leans heavy into that exaggerated hentai aesthetic - we're talking comically oversized assets across the board. Some might call it over the top, but honestly? It fits the ridiculous premise perfectly. The femdom scenes pack the most punch, probably because the power dynamics feel more natural in this setting. Just don't expect deep character development beyond "innocent worker becomes hotel slut" - though sometimes that's exactly what you're looking for in a kinetic novel like this.

Ian wakes up in that cramped room again, phone in hand, bored out of his skull, lockdown bullshit outside, and the house full of women who act like they own his balls. Mom glides around like a queen in yoga pants that should honestly be illegal, pretending everything is “normal”, while the sisters treat him like a chew toy: mocking his morning wood, “accidentally” walking in on him, throwing his dirty boxers at his face, laughing when he blushes. At first it’s the usual routine, him jerking off quietly with one earbud in, Pornhub on low brightness, trying not to make the bed squeak while the whole place is just heavy with frustration he can’t do anything about. Then that stupid news report flashes on the TV, the one that changes the mood of the house from “haha, you loser” to “oh, we can really do this now” in about two seconds. You can almost feel the air getting sticky after that, like the walls are listening.

The fun part is how fast everyone drops the fake innocence. Mom starts leaning over the table more, her tits basically falling out while she “asks” him to help around the house. She knows he is staring at her ass when she bends, you can see that tiny smirk on her lips when she pretends not to. One sister starts using his room as her private dressing cabin, standing there in panties that barely count as clothing, talking to him about useless TikTok drama while she’s pulling on tight jeans that can barely contain her ass, and sometimes she “forgets” to close the zipper. Another one just goes straight for his ego, calling him her “little pet,” sitting on his lap, grinding casually like it’s nothing, then shoving him away and laughing when he’s hard and desperate. The game lets you decide if Ian finally bites back or just sinks deeper. You can make him talk back, pin them down, grab their throats lightly while they roll their eyes and moan anyway, or you keep him as the humiliated toy that wipes their cum off the floor and thanks them for letting him taste it. It’s not soft at all when they decide to break him either, they bully him about his size, make him cum in his own underwear, force him to stay like that while they keep teasing. Sometimes the “jokes” go too far and the game just shrugs and keeps going, which honestly fits.

What really got me was how the house turns into this messy sandbox of power games. One evening you have Mom on the couch, drunk on wine, kind of needy, pulling his hand under her shirt and telling him he’s “such a good boy,” and you can go from that gentle milf worship to making her kneel on the floor and open her mouth because you’re tired of her acting like she’s in charge. The next day his sister corners him in the bathroom, locks the door, sits on the sink with her legs open and says “lick or I scream,” and if you play it submissive she’ll ride his face until he can’t breathe and snap a selfie with mascara running, using him like a sex toy. Or you flip it and make him grab her hips, eat her out just enough and then refuse to let her cum, walking away while she’s shaking and pissed. There’s a nasty humor running through the whole thing, little lines where they mock each other, highlight how fucked up the situation is, then just double down on it. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid meme reference during a blowjob, next moment you’re making the whole family kneel in front of the TV like some twisted worship scene, or you’re the one on your knees, jerking off while they compare his dick to guys on OnlyFans and rate him like a product. It’s all cramped rooms, soft couches, phone screens lighting up sweaty skin, masturbation in the shower while someone knocks on the door asking what’s taking so long. It feels like being locked in a porn fantasy that forgot where the line was supposed to be, and no one in that house is actually looking for it anyway.

You start as this apparently normal guy who just “graduated” from an adventurer school that sounds more like horny summer camp than serious training, and someone says, “Go explore the monster girl continent, get rich or get wrecked.” And the game actually means the second part. It’s all text based, but not that boring wall-of-text style like some old forum RP. The writing is pretty chatty, lots of teasing, lots of those small lines that poke at you like, “oh, you like this, don’t you?” Even if you’re a vanilla person like me who usually skips anything with weird fetishes, this one somehow keeps dragging you back in. Every monster girl you meet basically wants to pin you down and see how many times they can make you lose control before you crawl back to town wobbling. The femdom part isn’t subtle at all. You’re “the adventurer” on paper, but it feels like you accidentally signed up as free use stress toy for the whole continent.

The fun thing is how the combat is actually part of the sex. It’s not like “fight, fight, then sex scene as a reward.” You’re in a turn based fight, picking moves, trying to resist, trying to keep your stamina and “other” bars in check, while this monster girl is licking, squeezing, riding your face, or whispering filthy things straight into your brain. You use skills, items, lust attacks, whatever, and the text keeps reacting to it. Sometimes I sat there staring at my screen, phone in one hand, other hand… not important, reading every line like it’s a VN, then suddenly the game reminds me that I technically lost because she made me cum too many times. It feels like a lewd tug-of-war where losing is actually winning, but at the same time, I was still trying so hard to win, because some of them rub it in your face if you fail. Like that smug lamia that coils around you, calls you “cute little hero”, and when you choose the wrong skill she basically milks you dry and laughs at you for even trying. I got annoyed by one line where she kept repeating the same taunt and now I can’t stop thinking about it, like a bad ringtone that is also super hot.

The world itself is surprisingly comfy for a place where you get drained by every woman-shaped creature. Towns feel like rest zones where you chat, upgrade skills, maybe flirt a bit with the local girls too lazy to eat you alive. You travel around Lucidia, bumping into new monster girls who each have their own “style” of breaking you in. It’s mostly straight guy stuff, but on the receiving end of all the attention. No long cutscenes, just a lot of short sharp lines, teasing and pushing you toward that “battle fuck” logic. Sometimes I wished it was more romantic, like, let me date one of them properly, hold hands, less “I’m gonna squeeze your soul out through your cock.” But then the game hits you with some silly banter, or a goofy skill description, and you just shrug and go into the next encounter thinking “ok, one more girl, then I stop.” That never happens, by the way. I even caught myself opening it on my second monitor while pretending to check email in Gmail, clicking through turns while half-reading. The story about the Demon Queen sits in the background like a joke you keep forgetting, because honestly you’re too busy getting your so-called hero turned into a cute little toy by every smug, horny monster on the continent.