You start as this worn out taxi guy who looks like he slept in the backseat more than in a bed, and honestly, he kinda acts like it too. Long shifts, shitty tips, sick mom at home, and a brother who treats responsibility like an optional DLC. At first the game almost feels too normal, like, alright, another day, another drunk passenger who smells like cheap vodka and regret. Then this one woman gets in the cab. High heels, tight dress that looks expensive enough to pay all your bills, calm voice that somehow makes you feel both safe and like you’re about to fuck up your entire life. From that point, the story just quietly shifts from “I’m broke and tired” to “oh, I might actually die or worse, catch feelings.” It doesn’t shout at you, it just slowly pulls you into this mafia family drama, one choice at a time, one blowjob at a time.

The sex here doesn’t feel like some random bonus level, it’s tangled right in with the power shit and the manipulation. You think you’re just flirting for fun in the backseat with some big titted milf who likes to lean forward so you can see all that cleavage, but then your next ride, her husband’s cousin is asking questions, and suddenly that quick titfuck scene you just enjoyed is a massive problem. The game loves doing that. You agree to something because her lips are wrapped around your cock in the front seat and your brain is halfway melted, then later you’re realizing “oh, yeah, I kinda sold my soul for that blowjob.” One of my favorite early moments is in the taxi at night, rain on the windows, when she slowly slides over from the passenger seat, puts your hand on her thigh, and asks this very simple question that actually locks you into a whole route. You’re thinking with your dick, click yes, she unzips you, starts sucking, and the camera angle goes low so you see her throat working, spit shining your shaft while the city lights move behind her head. And in the middle of that, she’s talking about loyalty and what you’re willing to sacrifice. It’s hot and fucked up at same time.

What surprised me is how the game keeps forcing you to pick between comfort sex and “good” decisions. You can absolutely be a horny idiot and sleep around with several women, the game doesn’t stop you. There’s this big ass Italian girl with this smug smile who loves to sit on your lap in some fancy office chair, grinding slow until your cock is completely buried, pulling your face into her tits while she rides you like she owns your spine. It’s incredible, and you want to see more, but each time you give in you feel the story bending out of shape. Characters start to notice. One of them will look at you with this hurt expression during a conversation in a quiet kitchen scene, and all you can think about is the time you had her on her knees there, her lips glossy with your cum, while her phone was buzzing on the table and she ignored it. The corruption isn’t just the city or the mafia, it’s you slowly choosing lust over everything. There’s no “everybody is happy and we all share” type ending waiting for you if you fuck them all. The game is kinda mean like that, but honest. It lets you enjoy every blowjob in the backseat, every time you push a girl’s big tits together and slide your cock between them while she moans and drools on your shaft, every time you grab handfuls of ass and pound her from behind against the taxi hood, then later it just quietly makes you sit with what you did. And I really wish the main character would stop making that one weird smirk face during serious scenes, it breaks the mood, but whatever, by the time you’re deep in, following all those messy routes and trying different choices, you’re too busy wondering which woman you’re going to hurt next just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.

Belle feels like that coworker you always half-suspected was trouble, except here she’s already in your apartment, already in your life, already your partner in this weird blurry space between romance and “we’re about to break something important.” The game drops you straight into that mood where work brain hasn’t fully turned off but she’s bouncing around with this secret purchase, acting smug and horny at the same time. It calls itself lighthearted, and yeah, it mostly is, but it keeps poking at those little power fantasies office people usually bury under spreadsheets and Slack messages. One moment you’re joking about expense reports, next moment she’s waving around a magic thing that messes with bodies like it’s a new productivity app. I actually opened Discord mid-play to tell a friend “this woman is absolutely going to ruin the universe,” then went right back because I wanted to see how badly she’d mess you up first. The humor is very “someone wrote this after a long week at work” and that kind of fits. Sometimes a joke lands really stupid and then two screens later she says something filthy and you forget you were rolling your eyes.

The main kick here is watching bodies change in front of you and deciding just how far you let it go. Belle starts off as that cute, slightly chaotic partner type, then the game keeps handing you these little yes/no moments, or “push it more / let it calm down” choices. Her tits don’t just grow, they creep up on you. It feels like the game is going “this is still fine, right?” until suddenly her shirt looks like it’s about to explode and she’s acting like it’s the most natural thing ever. Same with your own body; at one point you’re this regular guy unwinding after work, later you’re glancing at the screen thinking “ok this cock is honestly too big, where does that even go.” When she teases you about “testing capacity” I had that tiny second of “yeah sure, fantasy logic” then she actually tries and you can almost feel the weight of it, like the scene is slightly too cramped for what the writer stuffed in. There’s a moment where she’s redhead hot, tits huge, climbing on you, and the line between playful and almost predatory is very thin, and that’s what lingers. Not the joke, not the silly world-saving comment, just this woman laughing while she slowly rides more of you than seems physically sane.

The structure itself is that VN-style branching, nothing surprising, but the way it uses it feels like you’re in a dirty lab experiment. “What happens if I let her push that button again?” “What if I say no this time?” The game doesn’t explain shit, it just trusts that you understand how these menus work after playing any other VN in browser. I kind of hated the tiny pause before some of the transformation beats. The text sits there, one more click, you know something’s going to swell or stretch, but the pacing is slightly off, like the writer was tabbing between this and Twitter. There’s also this blonde version look that shows up and I actually preferred that over the red, then the scene cuts away right when it’s getting interesting and never circles back, which annoyed me more than any bug would. On the fantasy side it’s not deep lore, it’s just “we found weird power, let’s abuse it” and that actually says something sad about how we treat bodies as toys in media, but then Belle’s giggling while your cock is throbbing and I stop being a responsible academic and just click the filthiest option. I wish they’d done more with the business angle they hint at, like turning office politics into literal body politics, but they don’t and they probably never will, which is almost charming in a lazy way. Anyway, the scene that stuck in my brain is this: you standing there way too hard, she’s bigger, softer, heavier on your lap, saying something stupid like “for science,” and both of you know this isn’t about science at all, it’s just about how far this evening can bend before it snaps.

House full of ghosts, but they all look like skinny pretty boys in thigh highs and skirts. That’s the vibe here. You move into this creaky old place after your dad dies, with that weird heavy silence in the walls, and instead of dust and spiders you get these tiny smooth femboys showing up in your room, your shower, your bed, your head. They’re not transparent, they’re not “woo spooky”, they sit on your lap, breathe on your neck, grind on you, but everybody else just walks through them like air. So you’re having this soft yaoi daydream, dick hard, while the neighbor talks about plumbing, and this little crossdressing brat is licking your ear and calling you “onii-chan” even though you’re not related at all and also he’s legally an adult, calm down. The game sort of leans into that mental question: are you losing it, or is this a very specific kind of gay blessing that only you get. And it doesn’t answer. It just smiles at you with another pair of glossy lips and asks if you want to kiss him or make him choke on it.

What I liked is how it swings between horny and kind of sad without warning. One second you’re picking a dialogue option about whether you want to pull his panties aside or make him keep them on while you push inside, the next second he’s asking if you’re scared to end up alone like your dad. The writing is weird, like the dev’s first language was feelings and porn, and English somewhere after that. Some jokes hit, some lines feel like Tumblr from ten years ago glued to Pornhub comments, but it sort of fits. The boys are all petite, flat chests, soft tummies, smooth thighs, and yeah you can tell the art is AI if you stare too long at hands or backgrounds, but honestly I was zooming in on the bulges and the way the skirts ride up when they sit wrong on your face. There’s this one scene on the stairs where your foot clips inside the step a bit, and it drove me insane, like, why that specific angle, why that tiny glitch, I kept thinking about it during a blowjob scene for no reason. Dialog choices actually do matter a little, you can be gentle or trashy, “are you okay?” or “open wider”, and they react in these small ways, shy smile, needy whine, a little blush when you call them “good boy”. Sometimes the pacing drags with too much inner monologue about grief, and then suddenly a petite femboy is riding you raw in your dead dad’s bedroom and moaning your name like it’s a blessing. The whole thing feels like someone’s horny therapy session turned into a visual novel, sloppy at the edges, kind of broken, sometimes really sweet, sometimes just filthy, like when the quiet one sits on your face and pretends you’re not there, “since I’m only in your mind anyway”, while your character is literally gasping into his damp panties. It’s romantic, but also not, but also yes. I don’t know. I clicked every lewd option I could and still felt weirdly soft in the chest after the last route, like I’d just masturbated to my own loneliness in cute thigh highs. In a good way, or maybe not.

Whole vibe here is like someone mashed a sci‑fi VN, horny college comedy and weird timeline conspiracy thread from Reddit, then just left in all the rough edges. You’re this guy starting at an uni that looks normal on the surface, but history’s literally missing chunks, teachers act like some parts of the past never existed, and you’re juggling “save the world” with “try not to nut in 10 seconds when the busty redhead MILF lab assistant bends over the desk”. It’s not subtle. One scene you’re in a serious talk about erased memories and global crisis, next scene you’re getting a slow, teasing handjob in a cramped storage room while trying to keep quiet because there’s a lecture going on outside the door. The game just swerves like that. It felt messy in a good way. And sometimes in a stupid way. But kind of charming stupid.

Sex stuff lands harder because it keeps using the school setting instead of forgetting it after the intro. Uniform skirts hitched up over desks, a schoolgirl outfit that’s clearly two sizes too small, and that moment when you realize the “strict officer from the security department” also wears a perfectly clean university badge, then she closes the blinds and suddenly your “discipline meeting” becomes her sitting on your lap, grinding on your cock through your pants, whispering in your ear about how bad boys need to be “re-educated”. She looks about as “milf” as a porn thumbnail, ridiculous huge tits smushed against your face while she titfucks you, saliva and lube all over, and the MC just trying to keep it together. I say “trying”, but he’s a disaster. In one scene he walks into a lab to investigate some anomaly, finds a voyeur cam feed accidentally still on, and instead of freaking out, he just starts stroking to a live view of a classmate on her bed, toys out, full ahegao face when she cums. Which is horrible. And also hot. And also kind of funny, because he gets caught mid‑jerk by another girl, and that spins into awkward oral under a lab table with her telling him, “You’re disgusting… don’t stop.” Whole thing has this unpolished, horny brain energy like a guy switching tabs between Pornhub and some obscure sci‑fi forum.

The 3D style is a bit cursed sometimes, and I mean that lovingly. Boobs in this game have gravity that does not exist in our universe, like they’re trying to escape into orbit, but then there’s this scene on the dorm rooftop at night where the lighting hits just right, girl in half‑undone uniform shirt, nipples poking through the fabric, she slowly drops to her knees and gives you this sloppy, messy blowjob while pretending she’s just “testing your reactions” for a research project. That part looks way better than it has any right to. Then another time, in the library, the lips look off and you barely notice because she’s drooling all over your shaft, choking a bit, pulling away with strands of spit hanging, eyes glazed in full ahegao while you grab her head and she pushes your cock between her tits for a wet titfuck, licking the tip each time it pops up. Creampies are everywhere too: bent over classroom desk, skirt pushed up, you pounding from behind, her moaning into her own sleeve so nobody hears while you fill her up and she just keeps pushing back, cum leaking down her thighs after. And if you want to milk every spicy second, don’t skip through the “talky” parts too fast: half the fun is teasing a character over multiple scenes till she finally snaps, throws you against a door and says, “Fine, you win,” before climbing on and riding you raw, big tits bouncing in your face while the whole world crisis bullshit can wait for one more orgasm.