Luke's got this whole university thing figured out - or at least he thinks he does. This isn't your typical college romance where some awkward freshman stumbles through dating mishaps. Nah, Luke's been through this rodeo before, literally. Time loops, resets, whatever you want to call it - he's lived his first year over and over until he's basically gaming the system. Now he's ready for what he calls "Phase Two," which sounds way more strategic than it probably should be for a guy just trying to get laid.

The whole premise is pretty wild when you think about it. Luke's essentially become a relationship speedrunner, knowing exactly which buttons to push with each girl. There's this maid cafe setup that becomes central to everything - because of course there is. The game throws you into managing relationships with different girls who each have their own specific kinks and fetishes. One minute you're dealing with some vanilla romance situation, next thing you know you're deep in BDSM territory or watching some serious NTR unfold. The variety is honestly overwhelming sometimes. You've got your classic anime parody characters mixed in too - I spotted what looked like Nico Robin and Boa Hancock variants, which feels both nostalgic and weird at the same time.

What gets me is how the game handles the whole "perfect base" concept Luke keeps talking about. It's like he's treating relationships like some kind of RPG stat management, which... honestly isn't that far from reality if we're being real here. The turn-based combat elements feel randomly thrown in, but somehow work with the overall simulator vibe. There's phone interactions, dating mechanics, and this whole corruption progression system that gets pretty intense. The multiple endings thing means you're constantly second-guessing your choices, wondering if you're optimizing for the right fetish path or missing out on some kinky scenario. Luke might have his advantage, but navigating all these relationship dynamics still feels like controlled chaos.

You start as this kinda washed up freelance coder, broke as hell, living in a cluttered apartment that feels way too real if you ever tried to work from home with ten Chrome tabs, Discord, and Pornhub open together. The game drops you right in the middle of money problems, a half-finished “special software” project, and then, boom, your niece ends up moving in after a fight with her mom about college. It sounds like generic porn setup, but the pacing is strangely patient. There’s a lot of slow build, a lot of just… looking. Peeking. Checking your phone, checking her job search tabs, checking her ass when she bends over to pick something up. The voyeur thing creeps up, it’s not like: “here is the voyeur scene.” It feels more like watching someone’s OnlyFans leak, where you know you’re not supposed to have access but you keep scrolling anyway.

They go really hard on the “corruption” angle, but in a way that’s less cartoon villain and more death-by-a-thousand-little-touches. You see her walk around barefoot and at first it’s nothing, then a few scenes later the camera lingers on her feet resting on the table, close to your plate, and suddenly the game goes, “yeah, you’re into that now.” And it kind of works. The first time she absent-mindedly rubs her heel along your thigh while watching some stupid Netflix romcom in the background, I actually had to pause because it felt almost accidental, like a mistake in animation, but then the text calls it out and you realize, nah, that shit was on purpose. The footjob scene later hits harder because of this slow drip. I still think the toes are animated weird, but by that point I didn’t care.

Sex wise it jumps all over the place, like someone dumping their Pornhub search history directly into Ren’Py. You get classic masturbation scenes where you catch her in the bathroom and just watch through a tiny gap. There is a lot of groping that starts soft and then crosses a line so quietly that when anal suddenly shows up it doesn’t feel like a new fetish, more like “ok, we finally admitted where this was going.” One moment you’re just helping her practice for a “massage therapist” job she found on some sketchy job site, and next she’s straddling you, grinding slowly, calling you out for staring at her tits, all while you pretend to “test” your software. Honestly that part is kind of genius and kind of stupid at the same time, because the whole app interface inside the story is more customizable than the real game UI, which is ironic in a bad way.

From accessibility angle, I was swearing at my monitor more than once. Text size is tiny by default and the font is thin, and when you try to bump it up in the options, yeah, you can change it, but then some menus clip out of their boxes like they never tested it on anything bigger than a laptop. I play on a 1440p screen and the dialogue box hugs the very bottom with no padding. If you have any visual strain, you’ll feel it fast. No high-contrast mode, no colorblind choices, and the highlight for selected choices is this faint little color shift that disappeared completely when I had f.lux + low brightness on. I missed a choice because I genuinely couldn’t see which line was active, and this is in a porn game where a single click can flip from “voyeur teasing” to full-on group sex with the milf neighbor and her babysitter friend. Speaking of them, the lesbian scenes between those two are actually some of the best in the game, low on dialogue, high on body language, but again, the camera sometimes zooms on pale skin on pale background and the subtitles stay light gray. Good luck if your eyesight is shit.

I tried running it on my Steam Deck through the browser, and the touch targets for the menu are too small, especially the scroll bar for the gallery. The CG scenes are hot, like when the niece is bent over your desk, getting spanked while pretending it’s some “motivation” to finish her job search, but the thumbnails are tiny and there’s no text description for them, so if you have trouble with visual recognition or you just want to know “is this the anal one or the voyeur shower one?” you’re stuck opening each. No audio description either, not even basic subtitles for background sounds. There are moans and footsteps and door sounds that matter for the voyeur routes, but if you need clarity and rely on text, you’ll miss the whole “she caught you peeking” switch because it’s sound based. I love how careful the story is with the slow corruption and cheating vibes, yet the interface feels like it was thrown together at the end of a long night on too much coffee. Or not enough.

Dreams of Desire is like one of those trashy hentai OVA you told yourself you’d watch just for the “plot”, then suddenly it’s three routes later and you know everyone’s bad habits, favorite underwear color, and exactly how far they’ll go if you whisper the right words into their ear. The setup is simple enough: guy doesn’t want to get shipped off to some dead boring military academy, stumbles over a creepy old book that basically says “hey, you can hack people’s brains if you’re horny and irresponsible enough,” and then everything around him turns into a playground of lust, lies, and a bit of morality yeeting itself out the window. What I like is how it goes from kinda normal slice of life to “ok, this household is one wrong decision away from a full-on corruption spiral” without making a big dramatic show. One minute you’re talking about chores and dinner, next minute you’re peeking through doors, catching somebody fingering themselves, and the game asks you if you just walk away or stand there like a degenerate and enjoy the view.

The corruption stuff is the real meat here. It’s not like, instant brainwash with glowing eyes and everyone turns into sex drones. It’s slower, messy, and sometimes awkward in that way only this genre really knows how to do. You try pushing someone a little too hard and they snap at you, or you say the “wrong” suggestion and instead of sexy obedience you get guilt, weird tension, and you sitting there thinking “ok, I kinda deserve that.” Then two scenes later that same character is giving you this shy little striptease, pretending they’re in control while clearly melting inside. Some of the best moments are small things, like when the “good girl” character starts swearing when she gets fucked rough for the first time, or when the dominant one suddenly blushes when you flip the power dynamic and tease her feet until she begs. The game really loves watching you turn hesitation into addiction: first a stolen glance in the shower, then mutual masturbation, then blowjob in a place that’s absolutely not safe, and then suddenly you’re sharing a bed with three women who should absolutely not all be okay with it, yet nobody is saying no anymore. And the worst part is how natural it feels inside this world, like the book didn’t just unlock manipulation, it pulled the mask off everyone’s hidden kinks and said “go on, you already wanted this.”

This one feels like someone took a comfy slice‑of‑life drama, locked it in a room, fed it way too much dessert, tied it up with a bunch of horny ideas about control, and then just let it slowly swell until nobody fits their old clothes anymore. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes here, you’re basically sliding into people’s lives and messing with the one thing they’re trying to keep steady: food, routine, and how much space their bodies are taking up. Girls start out “normal” chubby, then your choices quietly push them toward soft bellies, thicker thighs, boobs pressing against uniforms that really need new sizes. It’s not a sudden cartoon inflation, more like, one more snack, one more late-night delivery, one more “you look fine, trust me”, and you blink and go, ok, she actually grew a lot. The game leans hard into that mix of comfort and shame: they talk about being tired, about stress, about wanting to feel wanted, and you’re there like the little devil on their shoulder, handing them another plate and acting like it’s totally no big deal.

What makes it hit different is how slow and personal it feels. Conversations drag you in, they’re not just “click to fuck”. You’re asking about their day, about work, about why they always order the same greasy thing from that food app even when they swear they’re going to “eat better”. Then, little by little, they start trusting you. Letting you decide what they eat, how much, when they skip the gym. Sometimes it’s honestly sweet: you comfort a stressed girl with a big meal and she melts a bit, leans on you, tummy peeking when she slumps on the couch. Other times it’s darker, like when you nudge someone past the point she’s comfortable with and she still says yes because you’re the one paying attention to her. The control side sneaks in there: you choosing her portions, you telling her she looks beautiful tied to a chair, arms behind her, cheeks full of cake, belly pushing out, and she’s half embarrassed, half turned on. There is a harem structure going on, but it never feels like some clean checklist. It’s messy, like juggling chats, trying not to mix up who likes being praised for getting thicker and who is still pretending this is “temporary stress weight” while you’re literally the one making sure it isn’t. At some point you realize you’re basically running a quiet little cult of comfort eating and pretty captives, and the wild part is how normal it all felt on the way there.