Krystal waking up in that cramped little room again feels almost boring the third time, but that’s exactly where the game quietly gets you. It’s not some bombastic space opera thing, it’s more like a horny routine on a strange planet where everyone is way too casually naked for how serious they talk. You check her schedule, pick if she studies, trains, wanders around the base, or just goes looking for someone to fuck, and at first it looks like a basic stat-raising sim. Then suddenly you realize you’re min-maxing your time just so you can push a scene where that smug officer finally drops the attitude and starts begging Krystal to ride him like he’s the last cock in the galaxy. The loop is simple on paper, but in practice it becomes this quiet obsession: “ok, if I spar with X in the morning, patrol in noon, flirt with Y in the evening, maybe tomorrow I unlock the blowjob scene in the hangar.” It has that stupid “one more day” feeling you normally get from mobile time-management apps like Habitica or those grindy gacha dailies, except here the reward is blue fox tits pressed against some alien chest instead of a shiny lootbox.

What’s funny is how tame some of the writing sounds at first. You walk around, talk, small talk, small talk, tiny variation, and then the game suddenly says “ok, enough, now Krystal is on her knees with her muzzle slick and gagging on this guy’s cock in a locker room that clearly fails every space OSHA rule ever made.” The sex scenes hit harder because the game makes you work a little for them. Not work as in Dark Souls reflex test, but in that old-school browser sim way: you remember which map tile that horny mechanic is standing on, you visit him at dumb specific times, you pretend you came here to ask about ship repairs while the screen is basically screaming “no, you’re here because you want to watch her tail twitch when she’s getting pounded against the metal panel.” The body proportions are shameless. Her breasts look like whoever drew them had two tabs open: Star Fox promo art and some janky old hentai gallery with 90s shading, and said “yeah, that, but bigger.” Sometimes they jiggle in ways that don’t even fully match the motion of the scene, but for some reason that cheapness is hot in its own way, like watching a trashy cam recording on a site you shouldn’t admit you still visit. I found myself caring weirdly about whether Krystal seemed a bit tired after a bad day, and then twenty seconds later clicked the option that throws her into another hard fuck scene because the new facial expression I hadn’t seen yet popped up in the menu. That tells you something about the game, or maybe about me. I’m not sure which, and the game doesn’t seem to judge either. It just quietly adds another horny day to the calendar and waits.

Slutty McSlut feels like one of those trashy side characters in a light novel who somehow stole the whole book and refused to give it back. The game just throws you on stage with her and this idiot “hero” who has the IQ of a dropped spoon, and tells you, alright, make choices, enjoy the mess. It’s half quest, half comedy roast, half hentai slideshow, which is already too many halves, but whatever, it works. You click through dialogue where every line is either a horny setup or a dumb joke, and every “correct” choice is basically you proving that yes, you also have a filthy brain. You’re not unlocking some subtle romance, you’re unlocking more angles of the same catgirl doing things that would make a priest uninstall Chrome. One moment you’re picking the right answer in some goofy quiz, the next second you’re rewarded with Slutty spreading her legs for a close-up that feels like it was ripped straight off a 00s hentai forum and lightly cleaned with Photoshop. It’s nostalgic and kind of gross in a charming way.

The thing that stuck to me is how dumb the hero is written. He’s like the straight man in a comedy duo who doesn’t know he’s the straight man, all confused while the neko girl is basically a walking porn tag. She calls him out, the text calls him out, the game itself calls him out, but you still kinda feel like he’s your stand-in. When you pick the wrong answer on a question that is obviously “yeah, cum on her tits, not on the floor,” the game flags you as a clown and you sit there thinking: fine, I deserve that. Some of the pictures look like they were drawn by three different artists who never met each other, then shoved into one episode and told to coexist. Sometimes her face looks sweet and playful, sometimes she looks like she’s been transported from a totally different hentai circle, and once she has these eyes that made me think of Kafka characters who stare too long out the window and decide to become a bug. Not in a bad way. Just weird enough that I remembered it while scrolling Twitter later.

And there is this thing, the constant repetition of her name in dialogue, like the script is slightly drunk. “Slutty McSlut” appears so many times that your brain goes numb and it stops being a joke and becomes this strange ritual. The quiz elements feel like those stupid personality tests on early Facebook where you click through, pretending you think, but really you just want to see the end card. Except here the end card is her naked, or half naked, or doing something that makes the word “nekogirl” suddenly feel too innocent. The choices barely matter in a grand narrative sense, and still you’ll rewind a bit when you miss a scene because hey, you wanted to see the version where she ends up on her knees, not on her back. Pro tip: click the options that sound the most horny and least heroic, the game basically rewards you for being a degenerate. And if you’re expecting anything deep, like character growth or emotional stakes, you genuinely walked into the wrong theater. This is the kind of thing you play with one hand on the mouse and the other hand thinking very unliterary thoughts.

You're basically a horny scientist in some sketchy lab that clearly failed every safety check ever, surrounded by furries with ridiculous cocks and way too much trust in you. The whole thing feels like someone mixed Pornhub search history with a broken biology textbook and then said, "yeah, that’s science now." You poke around the place, mess with machines, adjust settings, test toys, drugs, vibrations, stimulation patterns, all that, trying to figure out what combo makes your test subjects hit that "perfect orgasm" the lab keeps talking about like it's a Nobel prize. Spoiler: it’s mostly you going, “ok, what happens if I turn this slider to max and ignore ethics.”

It starts pretty calm. You get this subject on a table, fluffy ears, tail twitching, half nervous, half already dripping because of whatever "pre-treatment" the lab did offscreen. You connect him to some weird device that looks half medical, half sex shop accident, tweak some dials and watch how his body reacts. Too soft and he just breathes heavy, too strong and he tenses up and grits his teeth, and you’re staring at the readouts like a perv scientist going, "mm, not quite, need him more fucked out." At some point you find a sweet spot where his whole body pulls tight, cock throbbing, his back arches and he just loses it everywhere, cum shooting up his chest while the machine happily logs data like "subject response: satisfactory." It’s goofy and hot at the same time, because you’re basically edging lab rats with fur and giant dicks.

Later stuff gets nastier in a good way. You figure out you can chain setups, like mixing one kind of stimulation with another to see how overload works. You have this run where you clamp a subject in the rig, strap that oversized cock into a milker that doesn’t look safe at all, add some targeted vibration and maybe a little chemical boost, and then just watch the graph spike. His dick is pulsing, tip drooling pre nonstop, his thighs shaking, tail smacking against the bench as he tries to pull away but the machine keeps him there, milking, milking, milking until he shoots in thick ropes that keep coming long after he’s already whining and overstimmed. The screen says "orgasm recorded" like that was the goal, but you know you just broke him a bit and the lab is clapping in spirit. There is this one tiny button that looks useless and somehow changes everything when you click it at the wrong moment, and I’m still annoyed by it and not even sure why, but anyway. If you like watching big furry test subjects get used like living cum dispensers in the name of "research," this whole place feels like a degenerate playground where you’re the only one pretending this is about science at all.

Continuing the saga, the third part drops you right into an intense encounter with Makoto. Within this confined space, Makoto becomes your center of attention as passion ignites and every interaction pulses with desire.

Her appearance is completely adjustable, letting you tailor Makoto’s style to your fantasies. Alter every detail, whether it’s her expression or her barely-there attire, creating a version of Makoto that drives you crazy.

Every intimate moment switches up, from tender to hardcore, never losing its edge. Experience mouth-wetting blowjobs, her tongue swirling and lips tightening around your cock, then switch gears to heavy boobjobs, those massive tits pressing and pulsing with every move.

The sound design and animations pull you into every wet, needy sound she makes. Feel the thrill as cumshots fly with explosive force, coating Makoto in sticky proof of your pleasure.

The first-person view throws you headfirst into the throes, making every touch and thrust unmistakably yours. A furry vibe threads through her design, mixing innocence with raw, untamed hunger.

From plump breasts to slick blowjobs and messy cumshots, every scene is crafted to thrill and excite without holding back.

With control over looks and actions, you craft your own erotic adventure, making every playthrough fresh and insatiable. Start playing and lose yourself in the raw, filthy play that only Makoto can offer.