Samantha shows up in this rotten city like she walked out of some half-forgotten cyberpunk fanfic and then someone spilled porn all over the manuscript. She is “the fixer”, sure, but half the time it feels like the city is fixing her instead, grinding her down with every job, every favor, every late-night “meeting” with someone who has too much power and not enough morals. The game throws you into Blaston, this polluted, hungry place where everyone wants something from her body first and her brains second. One moment you are discussing sabotage in a factory office, pretending you care about output numbers, and five minutes later the foreman has her bent over the desk, still trying to finish the dialogue options while his absurdly huge cock is already pushing in. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, especially when you realize her choices earlier made this exact humiliation possible. My inner literature nerd kept thinking about noir detectives who always drink too much and get punched in the alley, except here the hangover is replaced by cum dripping down her thigh on the train home while people stare.

What I like is how the game constantly forces you to juggle “professional” life and just pure degeneracy. You wake up, check your phone like in real life, see three messages: boss wants you to talk to a gang leader, some rich wife wants “private mediation” with her cheating husband, and a shady lab sends a polite invite to “participate in an experimental treatment” to improve her physical abilities. Saying yes to that third one can turn Samantha into all kinds of twisted versions of herself. I had a run where she ended up with a smooth thick futa shaft between her legs, and it completely changed how scenes played out. Suddenly she is the one pulling out her cock in a dark alley, forcing a cocky street punk to his knees and using his mouth until he gags, then deciding if she rewards him with a sticky creampie inside or just all over his face. Another time I went the opposite direction and let the city break her. She got dragged into this spiral with a group of monster girls and rough, smug black gangsters who pass her around in a derelict warehouse like she is public property. There is this one scene where she is standing naked on a loading dock in the rain, collar on her neck, one guy fucking her ass while another uses her mouth and a third is rubbing her swollen belly because, yeah, she is already pregnant from an earlier “negotiation” that went very off script. She tries to keep talking in-character about “peace between factions” while they just laugh and slap her tits until she shuts up and moans.

The corruption creeps in little by little. At the start she still gets shy when someone grabs her ass on the subway, pulls her skirt down, looks annoyed. Later she is riding that same train with no panties, sitting across from some nervous virgin office boy, spreading her legs a tiny bit wider each stop, watching him sweat. You can choose for her to drag him into a public restroom and ruin him for normal sex forever, jerking him off and then guiding his cock inside while she whispers that he belongs to her now, or you can ignore him and go meet your cuckold contact instead. That guy is married to this Amazon-tier woman with huge tits and a big black bull on the side, and your “job” is to keep the drama controlled. Which in practice turned into Samantha fucking the wife on the couch, licking her pussy while the bull rails her from behind, and the poor husband just sits in the corner stroking his worthless little dick. The game is full of this kind of tangled mess. You think it is just a life sim with calendars and stats, then suddenly you are on a rooftop at night, drunk on power, making a captured troublemaker kiss your boots before you jerk him off with them and push him over the edge of his old life. Romantic routes exist too, buried under all the filth. I accidentally made Samantha fall in love with a girl she was supposed to blackmail. They end up in a cheap motel, kissing shyly at first, then rubbing against each other until they both cum, no pressure, no money, no gang watching. It was almost sweet, which somehow made all the gangbangs, footjobs under bar tables, public groping in neon-lit clubs, BWC-driven netorare drama and messy creampies feel even dirtier by contrast. The city keeps asking her one question: how much of yourself are you willing to sell to keep fixing everyone else’s problems, and how much are you secretly enjoying that sale.

Jenny’s story hits that weird sweet spot between horny fantasy and something that feels like pages torn from a messy teenage diary that got fucked by a succubus on the way to publication. She’s a futa trying to pretend she’s just a normal girl, which is already funny because the very first time the game lets you see her in the mirror, the camera lingers on her tits and her cock like the dev spent hours thinking about how shame actually looks. Not the Tumblr, “I am sad about society” shame, but the “I’m clenching my thighs in the school bathroom because I got hard when my teacher adjusted her bra” kind of shame. The game keeps making these small moments where you’re half turned on and half thinking, “wow, yeah, that’s exactly how a brain spirals when it wants to cum and disappear at the same time.”

The fantasy angle sneaks up on you. At the start it just feels like a horny slice-of-life about a futa girl trying not to think about sex in public, and then suddenly there’s this quiet reveal that maybe her body is not a random mistake at all, that there are reasons, old magic, weird bloodlines, stuff that sounds like low-budget Tolkien fanfic but with way more titfucking and anal. You go from watching Jenny panic about changing in the locker room, trying not to pop a boner while other girls strip and gossip, to getting shoved into situations where exhibitionism stops being a kink tag and becomes a very conscious choice. Do you let them see? Do you let them touch? There’s this one scene where a “puzzle” is basically about how much you’re willing to expose yourself to a group, and if you “solve” it the serious way, you unlock an animated group sex moment where a shy virgin girl ends up pinned between Jenny’s big ass and another girl’s tongue. The logic of the puzzle almost doesn’t matter, because your brain has already built the sexual rhythm around it. It pretends to be a game about clues, but it’s really about pressure, teasing, and that edge between romantic confession and public indecency. And yeah, the romance parts sometimes feel almost too sweet, like someone slipped a wholesome yuri VN into a browser tab full of ahegao and internal view shots, but then there’s a milf casually groping Jenny in a side corridor, talking about “helping her relax” while you decide if you’ll let her pull your panties down or not, and the game remembers exactly what kind of website you found it on. Jenny spends half the time trying to stay in control and the other half getting ruined by her own body, her own curiosity, and her shitty habit of masturbating at the worst possible moment, with toys or fingers or somebody’s tongue, and the story is just that constant tug-of-war between “don’t let them know” and “please, someone, watch me cum.” It feels clumsy and horny and too honest in a way a lot of adult games are scared to be.

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.

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.