Quiet main guy with anger issues and a messy past, whole town calling him a killer, comes crawling back home with this crazy mix of guilt and “fuck you all” energy. That’s the mood. You’re not some heroic knight, you’re the dude who got his life ripped apart and now you’re choosing if people get punished, forgiven, or fucked stupid on the way to their doom. Sometimes all three at once. One second you’re watching from the shadows like a creep, peeking through doors, catching your “perfect” milf aunt fingering herself over some drama nonsense, next second you’re deciding if you just watch or walk in, grab her by the hair, and make her choke on your cock while she begs you to forgive the family. The game is very much: “Are you here for justice, or are you here to ruin everyone and cum inside them while they cry?” and the answer is usually yes.

You get this weird mix of romance and pure filth that kinda shouldn’t work, but somehow does. Like, the shy “good girl” who defended you when the others called you a monster? She’s technically off limits, yeah? Childhood crush, still virgin, still looking at you with those soft eyes. You can be gentle, take her first time slow, kiss her forehead, let her ride you while she shakes and clings to you like you’re the only safe thing left in the world. Or you just pin her down, hand over her mouth so the others in the house don’t hear, push into her tight pussy while she whimpers under you, and finish with a deep creampie she didn’t really agree to. The game doesn’t flinch. Sleep sex too, if you’re that kind of bastard: sneaking into her room when she’s out cold, pulling her panties aside, slowly sliding in while she’s half dreaming, half moaning your name, and you’re sitting there deciding if that’s “love” or just you using her like a toy. And yes, it actually animates those moments, hips moving, tits bouncing, your load spilling back out when you’re done. It’s dirty, in a way that feels personal, not just porn noise.

The power stuff hits hard because everyone tried to control you, so now you get to flip it. There are scenes where the same woman that lied about you is on her knees licking your feet, kissing your toes, trying to convince you she’s loyal while you rest your cock on her face like she’s furniture. Sometimes you go full male dom, handprints on asses, spanking until they cry, forcing them to jerk you off with shaky hands, or wrapping their tits around you for a messy titjob that ends all over their face while they call you “sir” with mascara running. Other times, you get trapped in their games. One of the older women can straight up ride your face and balls at the same time, pinning you down, making you cum on command like she’s the judge now, and you’re the poor bastard on trial. There’s even this moment where a woman spits on your cock, strokes you slow with her feet, teasing you for being so easy to control, and you’re just stuck watching your own precum drip on her soles. Interracial stuff shows up too, like the darker-skinned girl who talks big, then melts when you push her against a wall and pump her full, promising you’ll “ruin every hole” next time. And yes, expect spying on showers, catching them touching themselves, ending in more harem chaos than any serious revenge story should have. If you want every spicy scene to actually hit, don’t skip dialog, don’t rush. Let them talk, let the guilt and hate simmer, then when the clothes come off, fuck them like you’re settling an old score, not just clearing a gallery.

Second year at Wentford is supposed to be about skipping lectures, half‑assed lab reports and maybe getting laid at some drunk dorm party if you’re lucky. Instead, you blow up one after‑class experiment, wake up with a dick, tits, curves and a body that can’t decide if it wants to be the heroine of a romance VN or the main attraction of Pornhub’s weirdest search page. The game throws you right into that “oh shit” feeling: you’re still you, same memories, same best friend from childhood, same crushes, but now every shower, every locker room, every crowded hallway in campus hits different. People you knew look at you in a new way. Some stare. Some pretend they don’t, then you catch them in the mirror. The whole vibe is “I’m not supposed to be turned on by this” while you’re very obviously turned on by this. It’s funny too, in that stupid meme way. The script has dumb jokes about bad chemistry puns, Dragon Ball references that are slightly wrong on purpose, and horny banter that actually sounds like Discord chat, not like some old dude trying to write “modern youth”. One moment you’re trying to figure out your schedule, next moment your professor bends over the desk and your new dick has its own plans. There is this scene in the lab, where you try to hide a raging futa boner behind a clipboard while your best friend talks about reaction yields, and the animation focuses on her lips way more than on the glassware. It’s not subtle. At all.

Sex stuff ramps up slowly if you want, then suddenly you’re juggling a horny roommate with big tits who “accidentally” walks around in a crop top, a milf neighbor who brings you homemade cookies and checks your “recovery”, and a bunch of girls at campus who think you’re the coolest freak accident ever. Sometimes it’s soft and romantic, kissing in the rain near the dorms, slow handjob in the dark, quiet little I‑love‑you that feels too real. Then next route it’s you buried between a thick ass and a pillow, watching your own cock slide into someone while another girl sits on your face, and you’re like, yeah ok, this escalated. There is lesbian stuff, there is full futa on girl pounding, there is anal that starts with teasing and ends with a messy creampie where you didn’t expect it, there is even that one scene where you get a footjob on the couch while another girl pretends to watch Netflix on her phone. Animations are short loops but they hit the right spots: hips rolling, cum spurts, tongue on clit, subtle ass jiggle. I like that they show the body transformation not just as “haha now you’re hot” but as corruption too. Your choices push you toward being caring and romantic, or a voyeur creep spying through doors, or a jealous cheater who fucks someone raw then still goes home to cuddle another girl like nothing happened. The interracial stuff slips in like it’s no big deal, which I personally like, but some people might want more build‑up there. I kinda wish the school parts had more actual studying, more chemistry puzzles or something, but who am I kidding, nobody loads an eroge for balanced academia. I opened it “just to check it out” on my phone, next thing I know I’m doing route math in a Google Keep note and replaying that scene where your best friend slowly goes from shy curiosity to grinding on your lap in the dorm chair. And there was something I wanted to say about titfucking in the bathroom stall, but now I’m thinking about the corrupted version of that same girl later, when she offers herself to a whole group like it’s totally natural, and I forgot what my point was. Anyway, the game is one long, horny identity crisis with big asses, big choices and that special kind of campus chaos where every door you open might have someone masturbating behind it, including you.

This one feels like someone took a horny Mass Effect parody, put it through a blender, forgot the lid, and just went with the mess. In a good way. Mostly. The whole thing starts with your guy waking up in the wreck of his apartment after someone tried to blow him to pieces, which is honestly pretty relatable if you ever had a landlord. The galaxy is all shiny and far away from Earth, nobody even remembers what happened to the old blue ball, and the game just shrugs and says “who cares, go chase pussy and conspiracies.” You’re this male protagonist who should probably be dead, your partner has vanished, and instead of quiet investigation you end up jumping ship to ship, station to station, talking shit, flirting with literally everyone with a pulse, and getting dragged into bigger stuff you absolutely do not have the mental health for. It has that kind of sci‑fi vibe where half the tech doesn’t make sense and the characters treat it like a broken phone: hit it, swear at it, it works again.

The sex scenes are honestly the thing that hooked me more than the story, and I say this as someone who actually likes reading dialogue. The animations are not perfect, like sometimes a hand goes a bit weird, but there’s this dirty energy that feels more like watching amateur porn with a storyline instead of that cold factory stuff. There’s proper voice acting too, and it is wild how much that changes the vibe. Having a girl moan in your ear while she gives a handjob or goes down on you, actually reacting to what’s happening on screen, even if the accent is sometimes like “where are you from exactly, space IKEA?” I was playing on my phone with headphones on in a café and legit almost threw my phone when one of the girls started this breathy dirty talk in the middle of a footjob scene. People looked. I pretended I was just very emotional about Twitter. Sometimes the voice work is weirdly good, then it drops to kind of amateur level again, but honestly that makes it feel more human. Porn with slightly awkward timing is still porn. Also, the game is not shy with vaginal sex at all. You’ll go from small talk about ship repairs to raw pounding with like two lines of transition, and for some reason that harsh cut works better than all those “romantic” fades other games keep doing. Oh, and the harem angle sneaks up on you. First you think “ok, one girl, maybe two,” and next thing you’re in a situation where three women with different attitudes and body types are basically orbiting you, throwing jealousy and jokes, and sometimes getting on top of each other instead of you. There is one blowjob sequence where one girl keeps eye contact the whole time while another character is just offscreen arguing about some mission thing, and I swear that weird mix of plot and throat work is the most “real” porn gaming moment I had in months.

The part that surprised me was how casually it throws graphic violence in between the lewd bits. One second you’re watching your MC get a messy, spit‑heavy blowjob, the next scene shows someone’s body spaced, blood freezing in a way that made me go “ok, that’s actually nasty.” It is not tasteful at all, it is just “yep, space is cruel, anyway want a footjob later?” There’s this one fight where things go south and you see a character get shot point blank, and I honestly thought the game would cut away, but no, it stays there longer than needed. Made the following sex scene awkward in my brain for like five seconds, then there was this slow handjob with nice sound design and my brain just happily forgot the corpse. Brain is cheap like that. The sci‑fi humor is very hit and miss: sometimes it’s solid banter, like your guy roasting some alien for their stupid weapons, sometimes it sounds like Reddit trying to write Whedon dialogue. I actually laughed when a character made a completely wrong reference to some old Earth meme, like they half‑remembered it from corrupted archives. There’s also this tiny thing that annoyed me: the UI button for skipping voiced lines is just a bit too near the auto‑advance on mobile, so I kept fat‑fingering it on my Pixel and losing lines, and I’m still mildly pissed about that and it will never be fixed and I’ll die slightly angry. But then they hit me with another wet, noisy oral sex scene, the camera right where it should be, hips moving in that slow grind that feels heavier than the earlier quickies, and I just forget what I was complaining about. And then remember. And then forget again. Honestly, the whole game feels like that: messy, horny, a bit cruel, kind of funny, very unbalanced, but somehow you keep tapping the screen anyway, like a monkey in a lab that discovered the orgasm button.

Galaxies are dead quiet until somebody tries to blow you up in your own shitty space apartment. That is basically how this thing kicks off. One second your biggest problem is overdue space-rent and a fridge with one sad noodle box, next second the whole building goes up, alarms screaming, and you are crawling out of burning junk with some assassin still trying to finish the job. It feels chaotic in a fun way, not like “cinematic masterpiece,” more like “holy shit what just happened, also I kind of have a boner.” And then your partner is gone. Not dead, not clearly kidnapped, just missing, and everyone you ask acts like they absolutely know something but would rather jerk you off with sandpaper than tell you straight. The vibe is very “galactic conspiracy but also everyone is horny and kind of an idiot.” I liked it. I also hated how often I paused because some girl moaned in my headphones while I was in line at Starbucks, but that’s on me, not the dev.

Sex scenes are where it really stops pretending to be serious. One minute you are arguing with some merc chick over who screwed up the contract, next minute she has you pinned in the cargo bay, riding you slow while still half in armor, visor thrown off, voice actress just going for it. The animations are not perfect, you can see some janky loops sometimes, but honestly the slightly rough look makes it hotter. There is a blowjob in a cramped shuttle cockpit where she keeps glancing up to the starfield while your character is trying to keep the ship steady and failing badly. I had to grip my phone like it was going to escape. Handjobs pop up a lot too, not lazy ones, more like those teasing “I know you have questions about the missing partner but let me stroke you until you forget what you were asking” scenes. And they work. Too well. One dancer in a space-club drags your hands to her ass, gives you a lazy handjob through your pants, and you can choose to be a half-decent human or just pull her into the private room and go fully vaginal, legs around your waist, heels scraping your back. I absolutely went for the worst option. Twice.

What surprised me was how they play the more fucked up stuff next to the comedy. There is this ambush on a derelict station where enemies actually die ugly, blood on bulkheads, one guy basically torn open by some drone, and right after that you end up hiding out in a filthy maintenance room with a sarcastic engineer girl who is still covered in someone else’s blood while she casually jerks you off to “calm you down.” The contrast feels wrong in a good way. The game keeps dropping jokes in the middle of serious scenes, like the main dude cracks some stupid one-liner while he is literally balls deep in an alien officer, her boots pressed to his chest so it lowkey turns into a footjob halfway through. She keeps gasping in this clipped, aristocratic accent, trying to stay in control while he smacks into her harder and harder. Fully voiced, too, so your volume slider will become your best friend if you live with thin walls. The harem angle sneaks up on you, suddenly you realize you have a cynical pilot who likes oral in the cockpit, a shy scientist who lets you fuck her on a lab counter between data scans, and that one crazy assassin girl who uses her feet on your cock first, then sits down on it like it owes her money. And all the while the big mystery of “what happened to Earth” and “where the hell is my partner” is dangling there, but honestly half the time I forgot to care because someone was already on their knees, tongue out, ready to make me forget the plot again. In a good way. Mostly.