Leon is the kind of guy who pretends shit’s normal while his whole life is quietly horny and fucked up in the background. He’s living with his godmother’s family, acting like it’s all wholesome, but every time she bends over in those tight pants or sits too close on the couch, the game makes sure you feel that knife-twisting mix of guilt and “yeah, I’d still do it.” It’s not loud about it. You’re just clicking through another morning scene, fake-slice-of-life vibe, and suddenly your hand “accidentally” brushes her ass in the hallway. There’s a freeze-frame moment, a tiny little twitch in her face, and then everyone pretends nothing happened. That’s the tone here: quiet, slow-burn corruption, like you’re boiling in your own dirty thoughts and nobody opens the window. The game doesn’t rush to throw panties at your face. You get teasing looks at breakfast, her shirt just a bit too open, thighs a bit too visible when she sits at the table, and Leon’s internal monologue is this mix of denial and hunger that feels way too familiar if you’ve ever stared at an older woman and thought “I really shouldn’t be thinking this” while still staring anyway. It’s not subtle, but it also kind of is, which is what makes it hit harder than the usual “everyone’s naked in five minutes” trash.

Then it goes and adds a boxing angle like it’s a sports anime that got drunk and fell into Pornhub. One moment you’re watching his godmother’s tits subtly bounce under a tank top while she nags him about his future, next moment dude’s in a ring, getting his face rocked while some stacked milf and a feisty younger girl both watch from the sidelines like they’re already arguing over who gets to ride him first. The training scenes are stupidly good for tension: sweat, bruises, close contact, then you go home and the real fight starts, but it’s in the kitchen, with a “harmless” hug from behind that lasts a bit too long, or her pressing her chest into his arm when she pours him coffee. There’s groping that isn’t called groping, hand “placement” that’s too low to be innocent, and a blowjob scene that feels like the dev paused Pornhub mid-clip and tried to paint over it with “emotions.” You get romance, sure, but it’s the fucked kind, the cheating-adjacent, “I want you but I’m not supposed to” flavor, especially when other women start orbiting him and you realize he’s basically building a harem out of bad decisions. The drama pops up hard in these little arguments where someone gets jealous over something tiny, like a glance or a throwaway line, then ten minutes later you’re in an animated scene with wet sounds in your headphones, stroking to a woman who might call you “family” with her mouth and something else with her body. It uses AI art in a way that sometimes looks weird if you stare too long at fingers, but when her lips wrap around him and her eyes look up with that broken mix of lust and regret, you kinda stop caring. This thing feels like watching a slow car crash made of tits, sweat and bad moral choices, and yeah, I kept clicking.

Shawn’s story feels like watching that nerdy guy from the phone shop finally snap and decide “ok, I want pussy and romance, not just anime and cable management.” You start as this awkward clerk who spends more time staring at big asses and big tits than actually selling shit, and slowly you figure out how to turn all that hopelessness into actual dates, groping, and a messy harem situation if you want. It’s a point and click thing, mostly, but wrapped like a mobile game where you’re always checking stats, schedules, moods, messages, and thinking “ok, who do I text for a blowjob tonight and who do I take to the park so she doesn’t hate me.” It feels a bit like Tinder combined with doing chores. Sexy chores with footjobs and titfucks at the end if you play it right.

The three main women all poke at you in different ways. Palla is this lazy moocher roommate who walks around the apartment half dressed, constantly teasing, like she knows exactly how hard your dick is when she bends over the couch. First time I got to grope her “by accident,” in the kitchen, I actually had to put the phone down for a second. She complains, pretends to be offended, but you see the romance flags going up and suddenly you’re on the bed with her giving you oral, and you’re like, yeah ok, that escalated fast. Audrey is the one who roasts you non-stop, the kind of girl that calls you a nerd in public, then lets you finger her in the cinema if you picked the right dialogue two days before. I had one scene where I messed up a choice and she just walked away, no sex, nothing, and I had to grind work again like a clown just to afford a stupid gift to fix things. Amy is even worse. Co-worker who treats you like trash, and when you finally flip the script, you can go sweet romance or full scumbag. My first run I tried to be nice, gave her presents, asked her out to cute dating spots. Second run I just went horny goblin and rushed for a bathroom blowjob at the store. Both paths feel wrong and fun in different ways.

The sandbox structure is where shit gets interesting and also a bit annoying. You wander around different locations, click stuff, run into random events, try to keep everyone happy without blowing your cover. One day you’re having tender vaginal sex with one girl on a date after building up affection, the next day you accidentally line up a booty call with another and suddenly your whole “faithful guy” image is dead. I liked how you can be a sweet romantic nerd who sends flirty texts and brings flowers, or a manipulative seducer stacking a harem where everyone is sharing your dick, or at least pretending not to care. Sometimes it feels like you’re juggling too much. Money, clothes, phones, schedules, affection, lust, jealousy. I got lost once just trying to remember who liked which gift on which day, cursed at the screen, then kept going anyway because I wanted to see that one scene where she sits on your face after a long teasing build-up. That’s the thing here. You end up doing little boring actions for the chance of a hot event where you get a footjob on the couch, or she wraps her massive tits around your shaft and you forget all the min-maxing for a minute. It’s messy, horny, sometimes romantic, sometimes just straight up scummy, and it feels exactly like a nerd’s brain trying to manage porn fantasies and actual relationships at the same time.

You wake up in this therapy center with your brain feeling like someone hit “delete” on half your save files, and the person in charge of fixing you is a woman who definitely should not be allowed to call what she does “therapy”. Miss Lust looks at your trauma like it’s a puzzle she’s horny to solve, and every “session” is basically her asking “what if we push you just a bit further?” then shoving you off the cliff instead. One moment she’s talking gently about memory blocks, the next she’s got you on your knees, collar around your neck, making you shuffle a deck of cards that decides if you’re going to get your ass stretched, your clothes taken away, or your dignity ripped apart in front of people who should not be watching but totally are. The whole card thing sounds simple until you realize it’s not about winning, it’s about how badly you’re willing to lose. You draw a card, suddenly you owe her worship, or your body gets put on display to some stranger behind a glass wall, or she turns your “normal” male protagonist into this confused pretty sissy who starts to like the high heels way too fast. And you tell yourself “this is fucked up, I’m being corrupted”, while at the same time moving the mouse to pick the filthier option because curiosity is a worse dom than Miss Lust.

The game loves to tease that maybe there is romance, maybe she actually cares, then five minutes later she’s auctioning you off for a “special session” with a futa client who treats your ass like it’s public property while Miss Lust just watches, taking notes like it’s a science project. There is this one scene where you stand naked in a corridor with nothing but a card in your hand, and the rule is that you can’t cover yourself at all while strangers pass by and comment, and one woman stops just to step on your cock with her heel, then smiles like she is tipping a waiter. Then later, Miss Lust offers you a “soft” option with cuddles and vaginal sex that almost feels tender, and the game has the nerve to make that feel more humiliating than the gangbang because suddenly you care what she thinks. There are branching paths that turn you into her obedient slave, her little toy prostituted to other patients, the secret lover she hides behind professional talk, or the broken thing that gets off on being called pathetic while licking her feet. The voyeur stuff gets wild too, like that card that forces you to watch another patient being transformed, stripped, and used by two women and one guy while you jerk under the table, trying not to get caught, and if you fail the check she drags you out by the hair and makes you finish in front of them. It is messy, horny, occasionally weirdly sweet, and then it slaps you with NTR flavor just when you start to feel safe. Honestly I wish there was one path where you just say “nope” and go to normal therapy, but also, I’d never click it.

You know that weird feeling when you return to a place you grew up in, everything looks the same but nothing feels the same? This game grabs exactly that vibe and then stuffs it full of horny bullshit and superpowers and way too many women looking at you like you’re their next problem. You come back to your old town trying to be “new you”, clean slate, all that, but the first week in the new school it’s already obvious that peace is not on the menu. Every hallway is a distraction. Big-breasted teachers with tight shirts pretending they don’t notice your eyes, childhood friend who somehow turned into walking porn, single moms who are way too friendly when they see you again, all that classic small-town “oh, you’ve grown up so much” energy, just with less clothes and more moaning if you play your cards right.

The thing that makes it feel funnier is how the game treats your powers like they’re almost an inconvenience. You’re trying to focus on classes, and suddenly someone’s emotions spike and your little “gift” kicks in, letting you see more than you probably should. I had one scene where I was just trying to answer a math question and got hit with a voyeur-style view of the busty homeroom teacher in the staff room bending over the desk. No tutorial, no explanation, just “here, have titties, deal with it”. It’s messy in a good way. Sometimes your powers help you dominate the mood and push a scene into rougher territory, pinning someone against a door or groping them in an empty stairwell while the bell rings and nobody notices. Sometimes it ruins things because you get too greedy, rush a choice, and she shuts you down hard and walks away. I like that it lets you be a bit of an asshole without lecturing you, but it also doesn’t hand over the harem for free like some cheap porn comic. You still have to talk, tease, flirt, screw up, reload your save on itch or Mega and pretend that never happened.

There is this one MILF route where you visit an old neighbor, and the whole build up is pure slow-burn teasing. She pretends to scold you for your “bad manners”, pushes your head against her chest like you’re still a kid, and then keeps it there a little too long. You can grab a handful and test how far she will let you go, and the game doesn’t cut the scene short. It lingers. Fingers sliding under her top, her breathing changing, her acting annoyed while her hips press back against you. The camera just stays there with that lazy voyeur feel, like you’re peeking from a corner instead of being the main guy. Same in the locker area with one of the big tit classmates: she keeps “accidentally” brushing against you, your hand rests on her waist, then on her ass, then under her skirt, and she shivers but doesn’t stop you. It’s not subtle, but it feels like how horny school idiots really behave, not like a porn script written by a robot who never saw a nipple in real life.

What cracks me up is the romance side trying to coexist with the male domination kink. One afternoon you’ll be sitting on a bench with a sweet girl talking about her dreams, soft music, awkward smiles, pretty genuine stuff. Next evening you’re pushing her up against the locker, hand around her throat, thighs spread, her panties half off while she tries not to scream. And somehow it kind of works. It’s tender and fucked up at the same time. Not all scenes hit though. A couple of dialogues feel like they were written in a hurry, like someone got too excited making the sex animations and just tossed placeholder text in. There’s a teacher route where the banter is cringe as hell but then the actual groping in her office is so hot you forget every stupid line she said two minutes earlier. Happens a lot here: horny brain forgives the writing because the payoff is very, very visual and very “hands on”.

The school setting is used pretty shamelessly, too. Empty classroom after club hours, blinds half closed, you lock the door and pull a stacked classmate onto your lap, fondling her tits while she pretends she’s worried about someone walking in. Staircase landing where a girl kneels between your legs, still in uniform, giving you a sloppy blowjob while people talk on the floor above. It all feels like the fantasy version of those rumors everyone heard in high school about “what happened behind the gym”. Just here, the rumors are real and you’re the center of them. At some point you realize you’re basically building a harem without meaning to, girls from different parts of your old life orbiting you, bumping into each other, getting jealous, sometimes teaming up in your bed instead of arguing. It’s chaotic, horny, a bit dumb, and exactly the kind of furry-adjacent, oversexed school power trip I end up opening again on my phone while pretending to check emails on Gmail.