Starship discipline is completely fucked here, in the funniest, dirtiest way possible. You get handed the captain’s chair on the Cerritos, but it feels more like they dumped you in a floating frat house filled with horny degenerates in Starfleet colors. Everyone is used to Admiral Freeman looking the other way, so when you start trying to clean things up, the crew basically tells you to suck it. Half the time you’re walking down a corridor and some ensign has their uniform half open, covered in cum, trying to hide a hard-on or wiping drool off their lips after “checking the sonic shower.” The ship looks like Star Trek, but the mood is more like a super trashy porn parody where nobody remembered the part about “professional behavior.” And you are absolutely encouraged to abuse that.

The center of the chaos is Beckett Mariner, of course. She knows you can’t just throw the admiral’s daughter out an airlock, so she tests every limit she can. One moment she’s lounging in your chair with her boots on the console, tits almost spilling out of her uniform jacket, fake-innocent face and those stupid ahegao eyes when you finally snap and drag her into the ready room. The game really likes that shift from “smartass brat” to “corrupted little cumtoy,” especially when you start using blackmail. You catch her in compromising spots, collect dirty data, and then slowly push things from “get on your knees and swallow” to “bend over the tactical console, I want to see just how tight that ass is.” She resists in that playful way at first, talks back, but the art leans heavy into humiliation: tears in the corners of her eyes, tongue out, mascara a mess, expression halfway between hating you and begging you to creampie her again. The AI-style CG is weirdly perfect for this kind of parody, everything slightly exaggerated, breasts too big for regulation uniforms, cumshots overdramatic, but it fits the whole “cheap bootleg holodeck program” vibe. And it is animated, so you really sit there watching her get filled, milk leaking, mouth drooling, your choices affecting if she ends up more broken-in, covered in bukkake like a used toy, or still pretending she’s in control while she rides you and moans your rank.

What caught me off guard is how the game doesn’t just stop at “straight captain dominates bratty officer.” Lower deck kids and random crew open up way dirtier routes. You walk into the cargo bay and spot two male ensigns “wrestling,” cocks out, one already dripping. That can spiral into you forcing them to service you as punishment, lining them up and choosing who takes you in the ass, who licks your balls clean, who drinks the load. There is gay stuff that doesn’t feel like an afterthought, more like the ship is just completely horny and nobody cares about orientation anymore. Then there is the whole trap and futa angle, uniforms hiding surprise dicks, big tits paired with a throbbing cock that strains the Starfleet fabric. One minute you think you’re punishing a cute, shy communications officer, next moment she drops her pants and you’re staring at a hard shaft and a wet slit both, and the game just goes “yeah, use all of it.” You can force them to suck you, fuck them until their own cum sprays on the control panel, or take it yourself if you lean into being a greedy captain who wants every hole filled. There are scenes where you make an officer pump milk out of her huge tits right onto the floor while everyone watches, or you order a line of crew to kneel and finish them off one by one, covering faces and mouths until they look like someone set a bukkake filter over a still from Lower Decks. Then there are cheating bits, too: married officers getting reamed in your quarters, whispering that their partner doesn’t touch them like this, while you record everything for later blackmail. It’s unapologetically trashy, sometimes mean, and occasionally so over the top you just start laughing, but it keeps that Star Trek parody flavor through all the corruption, like a filthy holodeck program somebody forgot to lock with a command code.

Summoning a demon for revenge sounds cool in theory, right? You light some candles from Dollar Store, mumble a half-remembered chant you found on some shady forum, and expect a dramatic but classy spirit to show up and help you screw over your enemies. Instead, this game hands you a horny vengeance demon who absolutely did not get the memo about “professional boundaries”. You play as this poor human guy who clearly thought he was in some edgy occult story, but the second that circle lights up, it turns into something way closer to “I accidentally ordered a sex-obsessed monster from hell and it’s not accepting refunds”. The tone is very “this was supposed to be scary, why is he licking my neck and asking about my taste in guys”.

What I really like is that the demon isn’t just a generic muscle dude with horns slapped on. He looks wrong in a hot way. Eyes a little too sharp, posture too confident, smile just on the edge of predatory. He’s got this vibe where he talks about tearing out someone’s soul, then immediately pivots into teasing the protagonist about being “tempted already, aren’t you?”. The game keeps mixing violence talk and sexual stuff, like he describes revenge as if it’s foreplay, and sometimes it is actually hard to tell if he wants to rip the bully apart or watch the bully fuck you until you cry, for “punishment”. There are a couple scenes where he sits too close and touches a bit too long, and the art really sells that feeling of “I should not be turned on by this, but I am”. When his claws rest on the MC’s throat during a “friendly” chat, yeah, that detail stays in your head.

The writing leans into the gay tension without pretending it’s healthy. This is not soft-boy BL. The protagonist is in over his head and the demon knows it and enjoys it. There are lines like “You called me here to hurt them, but look at you, already trembling from my fingers. Maybe you were the real offering.” He says stuff like that while dragging his claws over bare skin and you just know it will leave marks later. The game doesn’t jump into instant sex; it teases, presses, corners. The first time the MC wakes up with the demon in his bed, half shifted, tail coiled around his leg, hand low on his stomach, that’s the turning point where it stops being “oops, magic went wrong” and becomes “I belong to something not human and he’s enjoying breaking me in”. The sex when it finally happens is intense and rough, full of that “you asked for this” dirty talk that borders on humiliating. The demon treats the MC like both toy and worshipper, grabs his hair, forces eye contact, uses strength he clearly doesn’t need, drags out his orgasm until he’s crying, then casually reminds him that their pact isn’t finished yet. If you like your yaoi with claws, teeth, possessive monsters and a protagonist who gradually gives in to it all, this hits that exact spot where fear and arousal tangle up so much you can’t see the line anymore.