You start as this poor bastard trying to get a job at Chimera Corp, and the “job interview” is basically you poking at a digital girl until she turns into exactly the kind of slutty little toy the company wants. It looks all corporate and clean at the start, like some boring HR training module, then you realize the whole thing is just an excuse to mess with a test subject’s body, brain, and personality in the most fucked up sci‑fi way possible. You don’t move a character on a map or anything, you sit in front of a fake company interface and tweak stats, pick sub-options, and watch your test girl go from regular office chick to whatever flavor of corrupted meat puppet you’re in the mood for. That could be a wide‑eyed innocent with slightly fuller lips and bigger tits who just “kind of likes” sucking cock now, or a full-on lactating breeding cow with a fat ass, ahegao face, and a contract to do double anal for company publicity material. The more you play with the sliders and categories, the more you start to feel a bit like a mad scientist who found a porn hub hidden inside Excel.

What sells it is how reactive everything feels. Tiny changes to “obedience” or “sexuality” don’t just show up as a number, they twist her whole vibe. One run you nudge her toward prostitution training and suddenly the feedback text starts describing her as eager to take on more clients, offering anal and titfucks to upsell, drooling about group sessions and bukkake “for the brand.” Pick more hardcore path and now she’s a mind‑broken BDSM pet, calling herself company property, begging to be branded and collared, talking like she lives to be spitroasted by management. Push transformation and body mods and you get big tits, big ass, different outfits, different hair, different speech patterns, sometimes a total change of identity, newly chosen name included, like she forgot she ever was a person and not a slave template. There are lots of little puzzle moments too, where you try to hit a specific combination: the right mix of obedience, skill, and depravity to unlock a certain type of ending. Some leads you to a loyal office whore who handles private “meetings” and HR blackmail, other ones spit out a gangbang-ready cum dump that the company loans to entire teams as stress relief. And yeah, budget limits mean you cannot just max everything, you gotta pick if you want her to be an anal specialist, an oral goddess, or the perfect multi‑penetration toy that passes internal QA.

The art is AI generated but it actually works for this weird corporate-sci‑fi vibe, like you are browsing some shady internal database of test subjects that were never meant to see daylight. You keep clicking and thinking “okay, that’s enough” and then you stumble on a variation where she has milk dripping from huge tits, mascara running, mouth open in a ruined ahegao while the report calmly talks about her “improved productivity in group sex environments” and suddenly you are doing another playthrough. The writing leans hard into male domination and control, but it has that slightly fucked up humor where the system describes her as a “valuable asset for customer engagement” while she is basically a programmable anal slave who loves creampies and toys rammed everywhere. There is management logic behind everything too, which is funny: the game scores you not on how “nice” you are, but how profitable your personal fuckdoll is, how many holes she can keep busy, how marketable her new look is. It is short, yeah, and sometimes a stat change gives you a result you did not expect and you sit there swearing at the monitor because she lost the perfect big ass combo you just had, but then you restart and make a slightly different monster, a little more obedient, a little more corrupted, and you kind of forget you were annoyed five minutes ago.

Lydia looks like that girl professors quote as an example when they want to guilt the whole class. Star student, polite, skirt the exact length the handbook wants, always with some heavy textbook clutched to her chest. First few scenes really sell that fake safe little routine: campus courtyard, library, neat dorm room with color-coded notes, her phone buzzing with reminders instead of horny texts. You can almost smell the stress sweat on her, and it’s not even sexual yet, just that tight feeling in the throat when you know one mistake will fuck up more than just your GPA.

Then the screw up hits. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge surprise twist, more like a slow, ugly slide. One bad choice, one bit of proof in the wrong hands, and suddenly this guy has her by the throat without touching her. That first blackmail scene in the empty classroom is weirdly quiet. No dramatic music, just her in that spotless school uniform, legs clenched, trying to stand straight while he leans way too close and explains how deep he can bury her if she doesn’t play along. There is no “are you sure” button. The novel just keeps going, and you are dragged with her.

What hits hard is how the sex starts small and mean instead of epic. A forced handjob under a desk while another girl presents at the front of the room, his dick pressed in her hand, her face a frozen mask. A “study session” that turns into him groping her tits while she tries to finish a worksheet, his fingers digging into soft flesh, thumb circling her nipple through the bra until she gasps and then he mocks her for it. Her first time is not candles and romance, it is him pushing her down on the cheap dorm bed, one knee between her thighs while she keeps whispering that this isn’t what she wants, and he reminds her of those screenshots. The camera loves her ass and tits, but it never lets you forget her eyes.

It escalates in that sick, logical way power always does. One blowjob in a locked storage room becomes sucking him off in a car parked just off campus, windows fogged while he films every second on his phone. Her “punishments” flip into “tasks.” Wear the skirt shorter. No panties this time. Sit at the front row while he messages her instructions, like “spread your legs a bit wider” and “touch yourself during the lecture.” There is this brutal little scene where he makes her unbutton her blouse in the faculty restroom, bra pushed up, her big tits spilling out while he slaps them and calls her his personal exhibition piece, snapping pics to send to his buddies. She tries to hold onto her “good girl” thing, repeating to herself that this is just to protect her scholarship, her family, her future, but the game keeps chipping away.

Group stuff comes in later, not as a surprise kink, more like a consequence. He “shares” her in some club backroom, her on her knees, mascara running while a line of guys use her mouth. One grabs her hair, another squeezes that round ass so hard she flinches, someone else spanks her and laughs when she jolts. There is this sticky, messy bukkake scene where her school uniform is ruined, shirt soaked with cum, white splatters in her hair and on her cheeks, and he tells her to walk back through campus like that under a coat, no shower, just shame sticking to her skin. Later, when he starts sending her to fuck random men for cash, it hits different. She is still a “virgin” in her head, clinging to the idea that she only lost it to him, pretending the prostitution thing is just business, not identity. The game quietly disagrees.

The humiliation is constant but not one-note. Sometimes it is physical, like spanking her ass red in a stairwell where any student could walk in. Sometimes it is smaller, like making her flirt with a teacher while his hand is crammed between her thighs, fingers teasing her pussy under the skirt, her trying to form normal sentences. There are moments where she is clearly wet and hates herself for it, breathing hard while some guy finishes inside her and pulls out, cum dripping down her thighs, and she has to pull up her panties and go back to “normal.” She slowly learns that “no” comes with a price. Say no and he leaks something. Say no and he drags someone she loves into the threat. Say yes and she gets praised like a pet. The corruption here is less about magical corruption and more about that small voice inside changing from “this is wrong” to “maybe I deserved this” without you even noticing which scene did it.

On the surface it is just another kinetic porn story about a busty schoolgirl being turned into a toy. Big tits, big ass, a uniform that spends more time on the floor than on her body, oral, anal, creampies, all the menu items. But under that, there is this itchy discomfort, especially when she starts volunteering poses before he even tells her, bending over a desk, pulling her panties aside by herself, forcing a smile while guys jerk off on her face. I liked that, and also hated it. Sometimes the game feels too honest about how control works. Sometimes it is just horny as fuck, like when two guys grab her, one shoving his cock in her mouth, the other lining up behind, and she is pinned between them, gagging and moaning, breasts bouncing while he pounds her from the back until she squeals and he spills inside her raw. Then class goes on. Library opens. Life pretends to be normal again.

You can play this on your phone browser while pretending to check Telegram or Reddit, thumb tapping through scenes, one hand under the desk. It fits that secret vibe. A dirty little story about a girl who thought she could keep her world clean. Turns out cum stains are harder to wash out than she planned.

This one hits that weird place in the brain where horny and anxious sit at the same table and smoke together. You’re this pretty normal dude, married to this goth catgirl, Katherine, and she’s soft and sweet and stacked in all the right places, but your brain is rotting from this one fantasy you keep pushing down: you want to watch her get fucked by other people. Not stolen from you, not stolen forever, just… used in front of you. It’s not romantic, it’s not wholesome, it’s messy and a bit cruel, and the game doesn’t pretend otherwise. It starts small, like gentle teasing and talking about porn and who she’d “hypothetically” fuck, and then it kind of slides downhill into collars, toys, and way too many hands on her at once. There is kissing, there is groping, there is that slow moment when another guy’s fingers are spreading her while you just sit and listen to the wet sounds and you’re not sure if you hate yourself for liking it. The audio styling in my head went crazy there, like one of those TikTok ear-cleaning ASMRs but filthy.

Katherine herself looks like she would moan nicely directly into a high-end mic: big boobs that don’t care about gravity, thick ass, stockings, that smug little fang and cat ears that twitch when she starts to enjoy something she “definitely didn’t agree to like this much.” Sometimes she’s playful dom, sitting on your lap and asking if you want to see her take a bigger cock than yours, sometimes she’s the one getting dominated, pinned by some muscular stranger or even these non-human guys, claws and tails and too many teeth. The whole thing has this monster girl / furry spice without going full nonsense; like, she is still very much a soft wife you can cuddle, but then she’s gagging on another guy’s cock while you are forced to watch, and you hear the slurping and choking in your head like a cheap but effective ASMR audio on Pornhub. I liked the group scenes way more than I wanted: big bodies crowding around her, tits bouncing, hands spreading her pussy while someone rubs her throat from the outside because they’re buried so deep in her mouth. There’s one part where they titfuck her until she’s covered in cum and she looks at you with that “you asked for this” expression that honestly hits harder than any orgasm. And then there is a scene with sex toys where they use a vibrator on her clit while you only get to hold her hand, like some kind of pervert emotional support animal.

What surprised me a bit is how it actually stays focused on your fetish instead of turning into generic harem porn; you are in the room. You are not the hero, not really, more like the audience with a marriage certificate. Watching her sit between two guys, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and she still calls your name, that hits strange. There is some interracial heat, darker skin, different body types, and her pale goth curves between them, and it makes the contrasts really obvious in a good way. The neko thing is used nicely too, little tail grabs, someone pulling on her ears while she’s riding. I kinda wish the game had more real sound design, like proper ear-licking style moans, but also I know it would probably ruin it with bad looping, so whatever, I’ll complain and still enjoy. The femdom flavor shows up when she makes you sit and not touch your dick while others touch her everywhere, and I swear it feels like one of those “don’t move” ASMR triggers where the whole tension is in your shoulders and crotch. You get scenes of straight vaginal sex, flashy oral, messy group sex, a bit of swinging and even that quiet moment after, where she’s covered in cum and curls up to you, purring like a cat that just clawed your favorite couch. And yeah, the UI click sound annoyed me after a while and I kept waiting for a toggle that I never found, but I just pretended it was like someone tapping a mic before whispering filth into it and somehow that worked.

Anna looks like that person you see in the subway who already gave up on the day before 9 in the morning. Gray office, gray boss, gray everything, with the one bright spot being Lucy spamming her phone with stupid memes and soft kisses through text. That feeling when your life is dying slowly but your girl sends you a selfie in elf ears and a tiny bikini and suddenly your whole body goes “oh”. That’s where this game lives, in that dirty little spark between “I love her” and “I kinda want to ruin this”.

Stuff escalates fast once Lucy sends those cosplay photos. They aren’t just cute. They’re horny as hell, and not just because her chest is almost falling out of the costume. There’s this guy, Sig123, always right there in frame, just off to the side, a hand on her hip, a shadow leaning in, and the game keeps shoving his presence in your face without shouting it. One shot has his fingers holding the zipper on her back, another is his lap visible under her as she sits “for the pose”. You’re Anna, looking through Lucy’s gallery, pretending it’s fine, scrolling, zooming in on small details like lipstick slightly smudged or her eyes not looking at the camera, and your brain just starts writing its own porn fanfic you never asked for. Suddenly you’re jerking off to the idea of your own girlfriend being shared, and you hate it, and you also click “next” again.

What I liked is that it doesn’t treat cheating like a simple switch. It starts with these harmless POV fantasies, like you jerk off in the office bathroom imagining Lucy on her knees in that cosplay, but the angle is wrong, and then you realize in your head it’s not you she’s looking up at. That little snap in your stomach? The game leans on that. One moment you’re watching a soft lesbian scene between Anna and Lucy, lazy morning tongues and bed hair, and the next you’re rewatching a clip of Lucy “just rehearsing” a group photoshoot concept and suddenly there are extra hands and extra mouths and you can’t tell if it’s real footage or something Anna is imagining over the top of it. It blurs porn and memory. Or maybe I was just horny and overthinking, but it felt like that.

There’s a nice little cruelty in how often it sticks you in first person while everyone else ignores your feelings. You get POV scenes that should feel loving, Lucy riding you slow, ahegao face way too much for a couple that’s “just having a normal night”, and instead of feeling romantic it starts to look like she’s practicing for someone else. Later, when the group sex stuff hits, you kinda recognize moves she did with you, and that stings in a hot way. At one point, there is this cosplay orgy sequence where Anna is half participating, half watching Lucy get passed around, and it plays it almost casual: a tongue between her legs here, someone gripping Lucy’s hair there, your girlfriend moaning another person’s name, and the camera just lingers like it’s your eyes trying not to blink. The lesbian bits are not some side fetish either, they’re the emotional knife. Two women who clearly care about each other, then one of them slowly getting addicted to attention, to cameras, to being used like a prop while the other discovers she likes the idea of her girl as a public toy way too much. It’s messy, horny, a little mean, sometimes too exaggerated with the faces, but in that way where you roll your eyes and still keep clicking because you want to see just how far Lucy will go before Anna snaps, or worse, before Anna starts directing the whole fucked up show herself.