Guy wakes up in the far future with half his life blown up, quite literally, and still somehow the biggest problem is his dick and his missing partner. Whole galaxy is floating around, planets abandoned, Earth is just some rumor people use in shitty bar stories, but you’re stuck in this shitty apartment ruin with smoke in your lungs and a very clear thought in your head: someone tried to kill you, and probably wanted to fuck up your weekend too. The first ten minutes feel like some drunk cop show in space: alarms, people yelling, some asshole pointing a gun at your face, and then bam, cut to you trying to calm down in a corridor that looks like a mix between a hospital and a sex club. The game hits hard with the mystery vibe at the start, then just goes, “ok, now let’s put your cock in this mess too.” And it works weirdly well. You follow this guy around space stations, shady districts, half-legal clubs where everyone looks like they’ve fucked or stabbed someone recently, sometimes both. One moment you’re doing actual investigation, checking who ordered your assassination, next moment you get a fully voiced scene where some alien-looking chick is groping you while you’re pretending to care about information.

Sex scenes come in like rewards and distractions. A girl you barely trust is on her knees, lips glossed with spit, and you can hear every squelch because the voice stuff is surprisingly on point. There is this one foot scene that way too long, in a good way. She presses her heel against your shaft, toes curling around the tip, slow at first while she teases you and talks shit, and the animation just keeps going. You think it will cut away, but it doesn’t, it goes from lazy teasing to full, sloppy jerking with her soles and you feel like a degenerate for watching the whole thing. And then later you get a handjob that is way shorter and you’re like, why the hell did the dev spend so much time on the toes and not on the grip. Actually I liked that handjob best, so I don’t even know what I’m complaining about. There are also some rougher bits, like when a scene goes from kissing to choking and the camera doesn’t flinch at all, you really see spit, tears, even little red marks where fingers press. Not extreme torture stuff, but definitely not “soft, slow love” bullshit. And suddenly, while your dick is still half hard, the game throws you back into plot: bodies in corridors, blood splattered on white metal, people whispering about what really happened to Earth like it’s some porn version of a conspiracy channel. You chase leads, flirt with suspects, sometimes end up with two girls at once who somehow both think it’s a great idea to share your lap and take turns riding you like it’s a stupid contest, all while they casually joke about murder and stolen data. The funny part is I kind of forgot the original goal in the middle. Was it finding your partner? Solving some giant cosmic secret? Or just trying not to cum too fast while some smug space criminal sits on your face and laughs in your ear. Honestly, the humor hits more than it misses, characters talk like horny assholes instead of poets, and even when the pacing is kinda all over the place, it still feels like this messy, horny adventure where you’re always one scene away from getting shot or getting your dick sucked. I still hate that one sound effect in a certain oral scene that repeats like a fucking metronome, but it’s not going to change and I’m strangely fine with that.

Hero story on the surface, total filth underneath. That’s the whole vibe here. You’re not the shining savior, you’re the snake in the sleeping bag. The world is doing that classic “demon horde rising again” thing, the Hero’s party is all proud and hopeful, and you’re there smiling like a good little ally while secretly sent by the Demon King to fuck everything up from inside. And “fuck” is not just metaphor here. You’re working your way through trust, lust and corruption at the same time, pushing everyone in the party over the edge in different ways. One girl starts all pure and doe-eyed, blushing when you brush her hand, then five scenes later she’s moaning with tongue out and eyes rolled back while you rail her from behind, fat creampie dripping while she’s supposed to be “on watch” for monsters. Another guy in the group is a cocky swordsman, all talk about honor, and you slowly grind him down with teasing, humiliation and those “friendly” training sessions that turn into blowjob practice, then sissification, then him begging to wear panties under his armor. The game really loves that slow slide from normal to “how the hell did we get here” and it doesn’t apologize at all.

What sells it is how it mixes the fantasy quest with filthy little betrayals. You’re doing typical RPG stuff, traveling, camp scenes, tavern stays, but every stop is a new chance to twist someone a bit more. Helping the healer “meditate”? Actually guiding her through “special breathing” while your hand is between her legs and she’s leaking on your fingers. Sparring with the Hero? You tire him out on purpose, then leave him to sleep while you sneak off and fuck his crush hard enough she starts lactating in a later scene, and you make sure he walks in just in time to see the internal view shot of your cum overflowing from her stretched pussy. There is a lot of voyeur stuff like that, you arranging things so people catch each other in the worst possible moment, then using the shame to push them even deeper: blackmailing the proud mage with that time she let you titfuck her in the bath, turning it into regular “magic lessons” with her on her knees, or forcing the tanky milf knight to let you spank and grope her under her armor right in the town square because she “owes” you for saving her from a monster girl that you actually lured her into. And yeah, the monster girls get in on it too, sometimes joining the group sex, sometimes being your tools, sometimes corrupting you right back with a surprise anal scene where you pretend you’re in control but she clearly isn’t fooled.

The sex is all over the place in a good way and a messy way. You get sweet romance moments where you almost feel bad, like when the Hero’s childhood friend whispers she wants to carry your baby because she thinks it’ll make you closer to the Hero, and then the game just slams into hardcore group scene with her pinned, double stuffed, drooling ahegao face while you use her like a toy. One evening you’re giving “foot massage” to the party’s stern elf archer that ends with her sliding her toes around your shaft, totally red but still trying to act calm, and the next morning she’s the one offering to help you “relax” with a handjob behind some ruins, pretending it’s just physical relief so she doesn’t have to admit she’s addicted. There is lesbian stuff between party members you twisted emotionally, traps that start as jokes from the Demon King side and turn into full on submissive little pets in your harem, interracial scenes with captured enemies you flip over to your side using nothing but your cock and a bit of humiliation. You get classic blowjob, anal, multiple penetration, toys jammed in during battle prep, the Hero getting cucked in ten different ways without even realizing half of it, and a lot of those evil little moments where you watch from the shadows while they masturbate thinking about you, then you step out and ruin them more. It’s not soft, it’s not “healthy”, it’s dirty spying, gaslighting, teasing and training wrapped around an adventure that pretends to be heroic while you quietly turn the whole party into your personal, leaking, obedient mess.

This thing feels like some cursed mix of a horny mobile management game and a creepy religious cult simulator, in a good way and also in a way that probably sends you straight to hell. You start as this regular dude on the surface, but no, he’s basically a control freak with a god complex pretending it’s “guidance.” The girls around him look normal at first, like neighbors, teachers, bored wives, the usual “nice” types. Then you start poking around, checking their stats, scrolling through their little profiles on your phone like it’s Instagram, only instead of likes you pump up their corruption level. First events are pretty tame, like flirty conversations and accidental panty flashes, some teasing, a blowjob scene carefully hidden behind “this just happened somehow.” After that it goes fast into heavy voyeur stuff. You sit there watching them shower, fuck, get touched in public, and the game just shrugs and gives you another button to push.

What I like is how the sex doesn’t come out of nowhere. You literally see the switch step by step. One moment a milf is arguing with you about morality and faith, next time she’s on her knees in some church corridor, tits out, drool on her chin, giving you a sloppy titfuck like she forgot every sermon she ever heard. You unlock an event, she goes from shy eye contact to walking around in clothes that are basically not clothes. That one scene where you convince a proud religious mom to “confess” her sins was wild. She enters like she wants to save your soul, ends with anal and a cumshot on the cross behind her, and the game doesn’t even try to pretend it’s subtle. I had VLC open on the side to screen-cap stuff and my folder is now full of faces covered in white with weird censor blocks that just make it look even more wrong. Sometimes the angles are awkward and the asses look too shiny, but you see that big ass bouncing on your dick with other girls watching and judging and then joining, and suddenly the weird lighting doesn’t matter.

The corruption levels are the real hook for me. I got stuck repeating one event because I misread how the branching worked and it pissed me off, but then the next stage finally triggered and it turned into this group sex mess where a bunch of girls you’d been training separately suddenly show up together and treat you like property, except they are the slaves, not you. They share you, they share each other, they do oral, handjobs, vaginal, anal, whatever you’ve already pushed them into, just all at once. One scene has a swinging vibe where you make them play the “good religious couple” in public while secretly fucking in the back, but it’s not even romantic, more like puppets you’re using. I wish the phone UI had a dark mode, the white background burned my eyes while I was edging, but it somehow fits this cheap mobile sin feeling. Also the exhibitionism bits are great until suddenly they go too far and it’s like, ok, maybe she wouldn’t really let herself be collared and paraded in front of everyone that fast, but then you see her spreading her legs, begging for it, mind blank, and you just accept it. The game pretends there’s some deep plot about faith and control, but in the end it’s all about you turning every girl into a cock-hungry slave while you scroll, tap, and collect corrupted scenes like they’re fucked up little trophies on your phone.

Ashe feels like that coworker you barely notice at the office, the one who always wears the same hoodie and keeps staring at her phone like it owes her rent money. Except she’s packing a ridiculous cock under those jeans, huge tits barely contained, and somehow every woman in her orbit is either a walking temptation or a walking trauma. The game drops you into her life right when everything starts cracking: old crush coming back into town, secrets that should have stayed buried, and Ashe trying not to jerk off in the shower every morning thinking about the girls she never had the guts to touch in school. It’s very lesbian and futa focused, nothing “no homo bro” here, just shameless girl on girl and futa on girl, plus the occasional futa on futa “ok now who’s actually going inside who” situation. The writing leans a lot on teasing, like long scenes where hands linger on thighs, where someone’s face is way too close to Ashe’s bulge, where a tongue almost touches but doesn’t, and you’re screaming at your screen “just put it in already” while pretending you’re totally fine. Then suddenly the game goes from slow build to “oh, there’s a futa pounding a virgin against the kitchen counter and a MILF watching from the hallway rubbing herself under her robe.”

It has that voyeur vibe that makes you feel like a creep in the best way. You get scenes where Ashe accidentally walks in on two girls making out, one of them with a strap on already glistening, and she freezes in the doorway, and instead of closing it like a normal human she keeps watching, grabbing her own shaft under the pants until they notice her and things turn into messy group action. I ended up collecting screenshots like a degenerate archivist, with my folder full of half censor-barred nipples from my Android gallery app and Google Photos deciding one day to “create a memory” from my collection of Ashe giving handjobs in a parked car. There is actual anal too, not just mentioned once and forgotten. The kind where the camera lingers too long on a tight asshole being opened slowly, fingers first, then Ashe pushing in while the girl claws at the sheets, biting the pillow, muttering she can’t take it and then very clearly taking all of it. Interracial comes up casually, like it should, you get brown thighs, pale thighs, thick asses of all shades grinding on Ashe’s lap while she’s trying to pretend she’s in control. One scene with a gym locker room, wet skin, dripping hair, and Ashe loses it and ends up on her knees between a tall dark skinned futa’s legs, throat fucked until her eyes water while another girl squeezes Ashe’s tits from behind.

There is a bit of NTR flavor in one route that made me pause, but it’s more like emotional cuckquean drama than cheap shock. Ashe watching a girl she clearly wants getting touched by someone else, hand involuntarily sliding inside her panties while she “totally just happens to be there.” You can avoid that, but even when I did, the game still slaps you with messy feelings layered over filthy sex. One moment you’re laughing at a dumb joke about lube and coffee, next moment you’re watching Ashe masturbate alone in her dark apartment, phone in one hand, cock in the other, scrolling through old photos of a girl she can’t forget. The pacing sometimes drags, like the dev got lost in their own feelings and forgot we’re here to see Ashe fuck the insecurity out of women, but then you get this crazy exhibition scene in a public place where she’s getting her dick sucked behind a half closed door while people walk past, and it pulls you right back. Boobs are big, asses bigger, there is more oral than a pornhub compilation, and some of the groping scenes in tight clothes honestly turned me on more than the full nude stuff. It’s messy, horny, awkward, sometimes way too real if you ever had that “I want her so bad but I’m a coward” phase, and I kept clicking forward just to see how far Ashe can spiral before she either fucks everyone or breaks completely. I still haven’t decided which outcome is hotter.

Rockford is one of those MCs who looks like he has his whole shit together on paper, but you can tell the guy is emotionally scuffed as hell. You play him as this hotshot prosecutor who can ruin a gangster’s month with one closing argument, then go home, stare at his phone, and jerk off in the shower instead of actually calling any of the girls who obviously want his dick. It’s kind of funny at first, then it gets weirdly hot when you see how all that control he uses in court starts leaking into the bedroom. The first time he finally gives in and lets a girl go down on him, that scene feels earned. You were sitting through all the courtroom drama, all the macho “justice system” talk, then suddenly he is pinned to a couch while a woman who knows him way too well is on her knees, drool stringing off his shaft, and he’s trying not to make noise because he “doesn’t lose control.” Sure, man. Until she starts stroking him with both hands, twisting just a bit, and you watch his whole persona crack. That slow build is the whole thing here: he tries to stay professional, then the story keeps pushing him next to women who just do not give a fuck about his emotional walls and keep rubbing against them. And him. Literally.

The four main women are where most people are going to lock in. The homicide detective is the classic “we fucked once, never talked about it, still got the chemistry” situation. She’ll be grilling him about a murder, then there’s this moment where her shirt is unbuttoned a little too low, he glances, she notices, and the tension just snaps. There is this sex scene in her apartment, half empty pizza box on the table, TV muted, where she climbs on top still half dressed, riding him with slow, grinding hips while she keeps talking about the case in this low voice. Then she stops mid-sentence when he thrusts up hard and you see her lose the thread. Stuff like that hits way harder than the usual “oh no we tripped and now we’re naked.” The colleague from the office is more of that “I’ve known you since we were kids, I know exactly how to break you” energy. When she finally gives him a handjob in his office, using the desk like it’s just another tool, there’s this mix of affection and just straight-up filth. She spits in her hand, grins at him, and even while she’s pumping him fast, playing with his balls under the table, she’s still talking shop. And when he explodes all over her fingers and her blouse, she just laughs and licks him off her knuckles like it’s no big deal. The romance part sneaks up on you, especially with the sweet teacher girl. First she looks like the “wholesome route,” but then you get her alone, lights off, her panties already damp because she’s been thinking about his voice from court. The blowjob she gives in the car is ridiculous, head bobbing while rain hits the windshield, her tits pressed against the gear shift. She lets him cum in her mouth, swallows without making a show out of it, then kisses him with that faint taste still there. And yeah, eventually he stops pulling out and starts filling girls up, those creampie shots hit hard, especially when one of them hooks her legs behind his back and says “don’t you dare.” The violence on the case side gets rough sometimes, bodies and blood and ugly motives, but that nasty part of the world makes the sex feel more raw, like everyone is clinging to each other because nothing is safe. It plays smooth on phone too, so you’re just there on the couch, thumb tapping through murder files one second, then watching a big-titted woman ride Rockford until her thighs shake and his cum slowly leaks out of her after he pulls out. Not the most polished thing in the universe, some faces go a bit stiff in odd angles and there is one scene where the lighting just decides to be awkward for no reason, but when the MC is buried between a woman’s legs, licking her slow while she fists his hair and gasps his name, you kind of forget all that. Or you remember and just keep going anyway.

Game drops you in the shoes of this worn out crypto trader guy who honestly feels a bit like that dude who kept refreshing Binance while watching his life burn. You’re not some jacked hentai protagonist, just a dude who peaked during the meme coin bull run and then everything went to shit. Then Megan shows up, small-time actress, broke, stressed, but still trying to smile like she’s in some cheap Netflix drama that got cancelled mid-season. It sounds cheesy, but the game kind of leans into that and then spits on it, in a good way. One moment you’re talking about rent and auditions and gas fees, next moment she’s in your lap teasing you through your pants, acting like it’s nothing, and your brain goes completely blank. The wild part is how normal it feels before it gets dirty. Like, she’s scrolling TikTok on your phone, roasting your playlist, and then casually asks if you’re “always this hard when helping a girl with her portfolio” while her hand is already inside your boxers. That switch from “aw, she’s struggling actress” to “oh, she’s got your cock in her hand” is stupidly good.

The erotic stuff itself hits that mix of soft and filthy that most games completely fuck up. At first there is all this slow burn teasing. Megan wearing this oversized shirt, no pants, walking around your place like she owns it, brushing her tits against your arm “by accident”, stretching on the couch so her ass cheeks basically eat the panties. Then when things start, they really start. Handjobs with her watching your face more than your dick, little thumb strokes that make it feel personal, not like porn autopilot. Titfucks where her boobs are big, heavy, actually moving, not those stiff balloon things. Footjob scenes that are way more intimate than they should be, like she traps you with her heels on your chest, grinning, toes wrapped around the tip while she asks you why you’re breathing so hard. And yeah, normal stuff too: oral where she slobbers and gags, deep kisses that feel almost too romantic for a game with creampies and anal, her riding you with that “I pretend this is just to blow off stress” face while clearly catching feelings. Sometimes it even gets messy, like group scenes where you suddenly realize you might not be the only guy in her life, and that slightly ugly, jealous knot in your stomach makes the orgasm hit harder. There are routes where she chooses you, routes where she kind of doesn’t, endings where you’re filling her up like she’s your whole world, and others where you’re left wondering if you were just a step on her way up. It’s weirdly honest about romance and cheating and how sex can be both healing and fucked up. Porn game, yes. But also that thing where, after finishing inside her for the third time in one night, you catch yourself staring at her asleep on your chest and thinking, “Yeah, this is going to end badly,” and still not wanting it to stop.

Star Periphery feels like someone smashed a lewd dating sim into a busted space freighter and just left the whole mess running. You’re this skinny space nobody with more hormones than sense, tossed into a universe where every second woman has a thick cock, big tits, a mean streak, or all three, and half the time you’re just trying not to stare while your eyes are glued to their asses anyway. It starts pretty simple, wandering around this rusty station full of flickering neon and suspicious stains, but it sneaks up on you. One moment you’re just checking a cargo manifest, next moment a smug futa customs officer has you pressed to a wall, one gloved hand casually groping your ass while she pretends to be “searching for contraband.” That scene sold me, honestly. The way she keeps her voice calm and bored while you’re clearly leaking through your panties, teasing you with slow strokes over the fabric, then just walks away like nothing happened. Loved it. Actually I hated it because I had to reload after choosing the coward dialog and missing half the scene, but that’s another thing.

The voyeur stuff is weirdly strong here. There’s this bit where you end up stuck in a crappy hostel pod, thin bulkhead, cheap audio insulation, and you can hear a monster girl mechanic in the next room railing some poor femboy trainee. You only see flashes through a broken panel and some flickering HUD readout, but you hear everything. Wet slaps, his breathy little whines, her low voice telling him to “push back more, toy” while she spanks his ass red. No explicit camera angle, no heroic close-up of internal cumshots, just your imagination and some nasty audio. It feels more filthy than most straight up porn scenes. Then later the game turns around and throws full-on internal views at you, showing a massive futa shaft stretching your virgin ass open while some clinical scanner overlays data on muscle tension and depth. It’s kind of hot, kind of medical, kind of fucked. In a good way. Maybe. I’m still not sure. Anyway, the point is, it does both subtle and really not subtle, and sometimes in the same arc, which is confusing and nice.

What I liked most is how the romance sneaks into all the filth. There’s this MILF captain, big ass, heavy tits, looks like she bench presses starship engines for fun. At first she treats you like a disposable cabin boy, orders you to your knees for a “stress relief” handjob after a bad run, uses your mouth while checking navigation on her tablet like you’re just another system. The first time she titfucks you, she doesn’t even look down, just talks about fuel prices while your cock is sliding between her slick cleavage and you try not to cum too fast or she’ll mock you. Then hours later she quietly asks if you want to sleep in her bunk instead of the cold cargo bay, spoons you from behind, hard cock pressed between your cheeks, no sex at all, just this heavy warmth and her arm over your waist. It feels almost wholesome, then she wakes you up in the morning by grinding against your ass and whispering “open up for your captain” and you remember this is still a dirty game about turning a shy guy into a proper slutty trap. Or not, depending on choices. Sometimes you can dodge the sissification paths completely and stay a more standard sub guy, and sometimes you walk straight into a shop that sells sex toys and walk out in a thong, collar, stockings and a remote vibrator inside you because a smug futa tech-girl convinced you it improves your “crew performance.” I swear I was trying to play it cool and avoid that content, then I clicked one flirt option in a bar and suddenly I’m kneeling while she adjusts my stockings and spanks me for fidgeting. It’s messy, half-polite, half-degrading, and I kept clicking anyway.

College spits you back out, you drag your suitcase up the old familiar stairs, and the first thing that hits you is that weird mix of nostalgia and horny frustration. You’re supposed to be the “grown up” version of yourself now, but the house still smells like coffee, furniture polish and that floral perfume your grandma’s friend wears. She’s the one waiting inside. Not some generic landlady with rented room rules, but this older woman who clearly remembers you as “such a cute kid” and now can’t stop staring at the outline in your jeans when you stretch. The game leans hard into that shift, that strange moment where polite family-adjacent small talk slowly, painfully tilts into something that should probably be illegal in five different ways. It does not rush. It pokes at you. Constantly. Morning wood scenes, shower doors that never really close, “accidental” brushing of her tits against your back when she squeezes behind you in the tiny kitchen. You’re not being told “this is a porn game, go click sex.” You’re stuck in that half-realistic, half-fantasy zone where you creep around the hallway at night, phone screen low, pretending you’re going to the bathroom while you secretly hope to catch her bent over the washing machine again.

What hits hardest is how much of the actual play is just you existing in this cramped domestic space with people who all want something from you. Some want comfort, some want cock, some pretend they don’t want either. You spend a lot of time in small interactions: a hand on your thigh lingering just a bit too long during a movie, toes sliding up your calf under the table, a “help me with this zipper” that clearly doesn’t need help. One scene that stuck with me was when you’re on the couch with her, late, both tipsy, and she falls asleep half on your lap. Your hand ends up resting on her ass almost by accident. You can pull away like a good little boy, or you can let your fingers sink in a bit, feel that heavy warmth, smell her skin. If you push your luck she doesn’t jump, she sighs, like she’s been waiting for this exact mistake. It’s slow burn, but when it finally snaps, the game is not shy. You go from stolen glances to her on her knees, spit on your cock, mumbling how long she waited to taste you. There’s worship here, a lot of it. Your body is treated like a toy and a shrine at the same time: cock kissing, balls cradled, her laughing while she edges you with lazy strokes and then scolding you for almost cumming on her face without permission. At some point you realize half the house has their own angle on you, from the sweet virgin type who just wants cuddles and suddenly finds herself riding you until she squirts on your stomach, to the pushy one who uses your face like a seat and then pretends it never happened at breakfast. There is some goofy stuff too, like a cosplay night that starts as a silly joke and ends with you in handcuffs, her in a way-too-tight outfit, using a toy on herself while you’re forced to watch until she lets you join. The writing swings between affectionate and filthy in a way that feels messy, a bit clumsy, but honest. Sometimes the pacing drags and you’ll click through way too many “good morning” scenes for one butt squeeze, and a couple of side characters feel like they exist only to feed your dick without much personality. But then there is this tiny quiet moment where one of them curls up against your chest after a crazy group scene, tracing circles on your skin, whispering that she hopes you don’t leave again, and you realize the game is not only about fucking every hole in reach. It pretends to be just cheap smut, then throws in pregnancy talks, jealousy, cheating, a weirdly wholesome cuddle after you have her bent over the sink for anal. It’s messy, horny, a bit wrong, and strangely cozy in a way that will probably say something about your brain you didn’t want to know.

This one feels like someone took a horny Mass Effect parody, put it through a blender, forgot the lid, and just went with the mess. In a good way. Mostly. The whole thing starts with your guy waking up in the wreck of his apartment after someone tried to blow him to pieces, which is honestly pretty relatable if you ever had a landlord. The galaxy is all shiny and far away from Earth, nobody even remembers what happened to the old blue ball, and the game just shrugs and says “who cares, go chase pussy and conspiracies.” You’re this male protagonist who should probably be dead, your partner has vanished, and instead of quiet investigation you end up jumping ship to ship, station to station, talking shit, flirting with literally everyone with a pulse, and getting dragged into bigger stuff you absolutely do not have the mental health for. It has that kind of sci‑fi vibe where half the tech doesn’t make sense and the characters treat it like a broken phone: hit it, swear at it, it works again.

The sex scenes are honestly the thing that hooked me more than the story, and I say this as someone who actually likes reading dialogue. The animations are not perfect, like sometimes a hand goes a bit weird, but there’s this dirty energy that feels more like watching amateur porn with a storyline instead of that cold factory stuff. There’s proper voice acting too, and it is wild how much that changes the vibe. Having a girl moan in your ear while she gives a handjob or goes down on you, actually reacting to what’s happening on screen, even if the accent is sometimes like “where are you from exactly, space IKEA?” I was playing on my phone with headphones on in a café and legit almost threw my phone when one of the girls started this breathy dirty talk in the middle of a footjob scene. People looked. I pretended I was just very emotional about Twitter. Sometimes the voice work is weirdly good, then it drops to kind of amateur level again, but honestly that makes it feel more human. Porn with slightly awkward timing is still porn. Also, the game is not shy with vaginal sex at all. You’ll go from small talk about ship repairs to raw pounding with like two lines of transition, and for some reason that harsh cut works better than all those “romantic” fades other games keep doing. Oh, and the harem angle sneaks up on you. First you think “ok, one girl, maybe two,” and next thing you’re in a situation where three women with different attitudes and body types are basically orbiting you, throwing jealousy and jokes, and sometimes getting on top of each other instead of you. There is one blowjob sequence where one girl keeps eye contact the whole time while another character is just offscreen arguing about some mission thing, and I swear that weird mix of plot and throat work is the most “real” porn gaming moment I had in months.

The part that surprised me was how casually it throws graphic violence in between the lewd bits. One second you’re watching your MC get a messy, spit‑heavy blowjob, the next scene shows someone’s body spaced, blood freezing in a way that made me go “ok, that’s actually nasty.” It is not tasteful at all, it is just “yep, space is cruel, anyway want a footjob later?” There’s this one fight where things go south and you see a character get shot point blank, and I honestly thought the game would cut away, but no, it stays there longer than needed. Made the following sex scene awkward in my brain for like five seconds, then there was this slow handjob with nice sound design and my brain just happily forgot the corpse. Brain is cheap like that. The sci‑fi humor is very hit and miss: sometimes it’s solid banter, like your guy roasting some alien for their stupid weapons, sometimes it sounds like Reddit trying to write Whedon dialogue. I actually laughed when a character made a completely wrong reference to some old Earth meme, like they half‑remembered it from corrupted archives. There’s also this tiny thing that annoyed me: the UI button for skipping voiced lines is just a bit too near the auto‑advance on mobile, so I kept fat‑fingering it on my Pixel and losing lines, and I’m still mildly pissed about that and it will never be fixed and I’ll die slightly angry. But then they hit me with another wet, noisy oral sex scene, the camera right where it should be, hips moving in that slow grind that feels heavier than the earlier quickies, and I just forget what I was complaining about. And then remember. And then forget again. Honestly, the whole game feels like that: messy, horny, a bit cruel, kind of funny, very unbalanced, but somehow you keep tapping the screen anyway, like a monkey in a lab that discovered the orgasm button.