Storm, wet wood, that weird mix of salt and fear in your throat, and right in the middle of that you’ve got her: this perfect elven wife who still somehow looks holy even with her robes clinging to her curves. The game throws you onto this nameless island like the ocean just spat you out, and suddenly your “happily ever after” feels like a joke with bad timing. It’s not a complicated setup, actually kind of simple, which makes it worse. You, the loyal husband, still trying to act like a hero. Her, the devout priestess who actually believes all that purity talk. And then that guy, Borwin, this sweaty, wheezing sailor with piggy eyes who starts looking at her like she’s the last piece of meat in the world. The whole thing is a slow punch in the gut, because nothing explodes, nobody just jumps into fucking right away. It just stretches. Long glances. His “accidental” touches. Her nervous smile that hangs a little too long. And you get stuck watching, almost tasting that ugly mix of jealousy and arousal in your own mouth, like cheap rum you didn’t mean to drink.

What hit me hardest is how the game doesn’t rush the dirty stuff. First it plays with your brain. They’re sitting close to the fire, he laughs too loud, his hand lands on her thigh, and she doesn’t slap it away. Not right away. You feel that little sting in your chest, like, “hey, that’s my wife,” but you also stare at the screen longer than you should. When he ogles her tits through soaked fabric, it’s not subtle, and she notices, but instead of screaming she blushes and fidgets and pretends she didn’t see. It’s messed up, watching her slowly slide from “holy and untouchable” to “kind of flattered that this filthy bastard wants her so bad.” The corruption is mostly in her expressions, tiny shifts. Mouth a bit more parted when he leans close. Eyes not quite meeting yours. Then the touches change. His hand on her ass when he helps her “climb over a rock.” His fingers brushing along the inside of her thigh while he plays it off like he’s checking a wound. There’s a scene where she’s kneeling in front of him, supposedly “tending an injury,” and the camera knows exactly what your brain is doing. Her face is too close to his crotch, her lips too wet, and for a second the game just lets you sit there wondering if she’s going to use her mouth on him or if you’re just filthy for even thinking it.

At some point the line breaks and you don’t even remember exactly where. One night the priestess who swore her body belongs to the gods is on her back, robe pushed up, legs spread, and the guy filling her is not you. She moans in a way you’ve never heard from her scenes with you, louder, less controlled, like her body finally stopped pretending. Her tits bounce when he pounds into her, her ass lifts up to meet him, and you feel this horrible heat in your gut because the animation really leans into how much she’s getting into it. She grabs his arm, begs him not to stop, and the worst part is how her words sound half like prayer, half like porn. There’s this nasty little bit where he gropes her under the pretense of “warming her up” after a cold night, his thick fingers pushing under her clothes, and she’s shivering but not from the cold anymore. She bites her lip, tries to mumble something about “marriage vows,” but she’s grinding against his hand while she says it. Oral, handjob, full-on fucking, it all comes, just not in the order your pride would like. The game never lets you escape that tight, ugly feeling of watching your “treasure” get taken, then watching her start to want it more than anything you ever gave her. And you know what makes it even dirtier? There’s no choice to fix it, no magic button to “save” her. You’re just there, stuck in your own skin, watching this elf with a big perfect ass and soft bouncing tits get slowly rewritten by a disgusting sailor, and somewhere in the middle of her crying and moaning you realize you’re stroking yourself and hating yourself at the same time.

Halloween drinks, shitty plastic fangs, that kind of fake-spooky vibe where everyone’s already thinking about fucking before the first jump scare even happens. That’s the mood here. You’ve got Crystal and Dana doing the “who can show more cleavage without admitting it’s on purpose” contest, Elena pretending she’s above it while her dress is doing absolutely nothing to hide that ass, and Finn trying to act like the only thing he’s eyeing is the cocktail menu. Then somebody throws out the genius idea to keep the party going in an abandoned house by the beach, because horny people in horror stories never learn. It’s a short kinetic ride, no choices, just sit down, click, and let it roll, like when you open Telegram on your phone just to check one thing and suddenly you’re watching some cursed porn thread for 15 minutes straight. Same energy.

The engine part is actually kinda funny to me. It’s simple, yeah, but the 3D models carry personality. The bodies look heavy and real enough that when the girls start teasing each other, tits bouncing, hips pressed against old dusty walls, you can almost hear your GPU go “bro, calm down” even though the game is not that demanding. Crystal is the one who feels like she’s always one bad decision away from taking her top off in public, and here she kinda does that. The exhibitionism ramps slowly, first with jokes in the bar, a hand sliding too low on a thigh, a dare to flash in the old house corridor where every shadow looks like it’s watching. Then you remember this is futa horror, not some softcore pool party. The protagonist packing a thick futa cock under that tight outfit is the real jump scare for anyone in the group who thought they knew what they wanted. There is anal, there is humiliation, there is that uncomfortable moment where pleasure and fear get so close you’re not sure which one is making your dick twitch. And in the middle of all that, the timing stumbles a bit. A key reaction shot lingers too long, a moan subtitle pops slightly off-sync, one bigger scare lands kind of flat and I kept thinking “ok, you could have given me one click to react there”. But then another scene hits where the futa MC gets pushed against a rotting window, ass raised, someone’s hand forcing her to show herself to the beach outside, and the game suddenly remembers exactly what it wants to be.

What I liked most is how the pacing snaps from playful to cruel without asking for permission. One second they’re laughing about costumes, next second someone is on their knees, lipstick smeared, gagging on a thick trans cock while the house feels like it’s listening. The milf energy here is not polite either. Dana feels like that older woman who knows exactly how far she can push humiliation before it breaks you, and she stays right on that edge, grabbing hair, whispering filthy stuff that is way more degrading than the actual acts. Big tits press together, sweat and cheap Halloween makeup mixing while the story calmly reminds you that something in the house is not right. No branching, no stats, no grinding. Just a tight little nightmare where big asses and bigger dicks brush up against rotten walls and the camera is not shy about angles that make you feel like a creep in the corner. If you want to squeeze everything out of it, don’t rush. Let the silences sit. Don’t spam-click past the build-up. Read the lines where they talk shit to each other, where the fear slips into arousal and back. That’s where the horror and the horny really twist together and your brain goes “I shouldn’t be turned on by this” while your body’s like “too late”.

This one starts like some quiet, nerdy space office drama and then suddenly you’re deep in this fucked up future where feelings are illegal, everyone talks like a robot on meds, and you’re the only guy in the room who actually wants to touch someone instead of just optimizing them. You’re this engineer who’s obsessed with clean numbers and perfect systems, and the game really sells that at first. Everything is cold metal, white light, perfect symmetry, your point of view just gliding from panel to panel like you’re inspecting a machine instead of a city. Then you meet her. And yeah, the way they do that first encounter surprised me a bit. It’s not “oh no I tripped and fell on your tits” bullshit. It’s small stuff: a quiet look that lingers half a second too long, a soft laugh that sounds almost illegal in that place. You feel the main guy glitch inside his own head. The text actually slows down there. Suddenly his perfect routine is fucked because now he knows someone else is faking it too.

Sex takes a while to show up and honestly I liked that. When it finally hits, it hits pretty hard. There’s this scene where you’re alone with her in this maintenance corridor, all humming cables and soft blue light, and she leans in way too close to “check a sensor” on your suit. Camera tightens, your POV right at her lips. Her mouth barely moves but you can tell she’s terrified and turned on at same time. When she finally goes down on you, it’s not some porn stunt. It starts slow, almost clumsy, like she’s never been allowed to just take her time sucking a cock. The animation works well there, especially the little throat movements and the way her eyes keep darting to the side like she expects security to burst in. It’s hot because it’s risky, not just because she’s got huge tits and a fat ass pressed against the wall. Later there’s a sex scene in her apartment that really sold me on the whole “forbidden feelings” thing. You’re inside her, riding this slow rhythm, and outside the window you can see that clinically perfect city, all straight lines and dead light, and she’s clinging to you like you’re the only real thing on that whole fucking planet. She wraps her legs around you, big breasts pressed against your chest, and she keeps whispering “don’t stop thinking, don’t stop feeling” like it’s some kind of anti-government spell. Corny as hell, but it works in context. You’ll know what I mean when you see how she looks at you right after you cum in her. There’s so much going on in that one look you kinda forget you’re still buried in her pussy.

It’s technically a kinetic story, so yeah, no choices, no grinding stats, none of that “if you picked the blue dialog box you get anal” nonsense. Weirdly, I didn’t miss it here. You just click through and let it happen, which fits this world where everyone’s path is “assigned” from birth. Sometimes that annoyed me, like in this one scene where you’re clearly screaming inside your head “kiss her, you idiot” and the script just makes him walk away, but at the same time that frustration actually matches who he is. Cold, controlled, scared of his own dick and his own heart. The romance parts are softer than I expected for a porn game. There’s a quiet moment where she’s lying on your chest after sex, naked except for this stupid regulation collar that tracks her vitals, and instead of going for round two you just… talk. About stupid things like favorite sounds, or what it feels like to dream, stuff nobody in that world is supposed to care about. I was low-key more turned on by that than some of the pure porn bits. Not saying everything works. Some lines sound like they were written by a very horny philosopher, and there’s one transition where it cuts from intense blowjob to sterile office briefing so fast it feels like your dick just alt-tabbed. Also the UI has this tiny little notification icon in the corner that pops in the middle of a deep kiss, and now I hate that icon more than the “are you still watching” message on Netflix. But anyway, if you like the mix of clinical sci-fi setting, big soft bodies, and sex that actually feels like rebellion instead of a minigame, this one does that vibe pretty well, even when it stumbles all over its own seriousness. The game kind of wants to be both porn and poetry, and sometimes it fails at both, but when it clicks, it’s that nice dirty-sweet zone where you’re jerking off and suddenly also wondering what it would be like if your feelings were literally illegal. Odd combination, but it stuck in my head.

Game hits like that moment when you open your phone “just to check something” and suddenly it’s three galleries later and your dick hurts a bit but you’re still tapping. You start as this guy who thinks he’s got a sweet thing going with Nikki, cute fox-eared girl, soft as hell when she smiles, and your buddy Mini hanging around like comic relief. First few scenes feel all lovey and harmless, chatting, cheesy flirting, lame jokes you’ve probably said on WhatsApp yourself. It feels almost too normal, like a comfy mobile chat sim where you’re just vibing, one thumb on the screen, other hand nowhere near your pants. Yet.

Then the game starts twisting the knife. Slowly. No sudden jump scare NTR, more like a glass of water that keeps getting darker each tap. Nikki’s “just trying new things for work”, Mini “only helping out”, that kinda bullshit. You get those voyeur moments where you’re stuck watching, not doing, and it’s rough in a hot way. Your guy keeps sending clueless messages while you see what’s really happening in the background, and the contrast is brutal. They’re smiling in chat, but her body language in the CG says “I already crossed a line and I kinda like it”. The teasing is insane, like she’ll still call you “babe” while someone else’s hand is on her thigh just off-screen. When the camera finally slides down and you see it, it hits way harder because you already knew, but you didn’t want to know.

Since it’s kinetic, you don’t get to spam choices, which pissed me off at first, but actually works. Feels like a speedrun where the route is fixed, and your only job is to unlock every dirty CG as fast as possible. You’re not changing fate, you’re just optimizing your suffering. I was literally sitting there with one hand on the phone, other already busy, racing the fade-outs like “no no no, don’t cut yet, I know there’s a second pose here”. And there usually is. AI art is surprisingly effective for this style: bodies just a little too perfect, eyes a bit too shiny, like cheap gacha ads that suddenly get way too explicit. Sometimes the hands look funky or a leg goes weird and I kept pausing like, “who the fuck’s thigh is that?” then went right back to stroking five seconds later. It’s that kind of game. Cheating, corruption, masturbation fuel, all bundled into a story where you’re basically third-wheeling your own relationship, staring at your screen and letting it happen because you secretly wanted to see how far she’d fall anyway.

Eddie and Rachel look like that normal anime couple you scroll past on Instagram reels and think, “yeah, they’re fine, next.” Then the game quietly takes that “fine” and just grinds it into horny dust while you sit there, phone in hand, feeling way too involved for someone who technically isn’t even in the story. It’s a kinetic visual novel, so no menu maze, no stat grinding, no “good husband route if you say the right thing” safety net. You’re basically trapped in the passenger seat watching this dude’s life spiral while his wife slowly slips out of his reach, text by text, pic by pic, call by call. There’s something really nasty and kind of addictive about how normal it all starts: money problems, job gone to hell, loans that look familiar if you ever opened your banking app and just stared at the numbers like they’re a joke. Eddie’s trying to keep his job, trying to make the boss happy, trying to handle his dick failing him from stress, and Rachel’s trying to help, trying to bring cash, trying to stay that supportive wife… until the “trying” turns into late replies, camera angles that are just a bit too flattering, and clothes that are “for interviews” but you can tell they’re chosen to impress very specific eyes that are not yours.

Most of the tension lives in the phone. If you ever sunk too much time into WhatsApp or Discord drama, this hits way too close. Notifications feel like traps. You read Eddie scrolling, you see Rachel’s messages, and the timing of everything is just cruel. There’s that familiar teasing flavor where she’s still sweet, still calling him “hun” or whatever, but a random selfie has a bra that wasn’t there before, or a skirt that rides a little higher, and the background has some dude’s office in it. You’re not told directly, “hey, this is corruption now.” It’s more like you’re stuck doomscrolling the slow-motion cheating arc of your own relationship, except here you’re safe and also rock hard, which is messed up but that’s the point. The voyeur angle is strong, too. You’re not in the room while she’s touching herself, but you see the proof after. You don’t watch Eddie’s boss eye-fuck his wife in real time, but the CGs and the way the chat logs line up give your brain enough to fill the blanks on its own. At some point she’s not just helping with bills anymore; she’s “helping” in ways that clearly have nothing to do with loan interest, and everything to do with how far she’ll let them push her, and how far you’re willing to keep watching her fall. The wild part is how the romance never fully disappears. There are moments where you can tell she still loves him, still cares, even while she’s sending off pictures she would never have shared before, masturbating with someone else on call, or letting another guy “help her relax” because Eddie’s too worn out and too soft. It’s filthy, it’s cruel, it’s sad in a way that sits right next to horny instead of killing it, and the game never pauses to ask if you’re okay with that. It just keeps moving, like a group chat you know you should mute, but you sit there, staring at the screen, waiting for the next message anyway.

There’s this thing that happens sometimes when a porn game forgets it’s “just porn” and suddenly you’re emotionally invested, right? This is one of those. It pretends to be a simple girls-only academy fantasy, then quietly punches you in the chest with feelings while you’re half hard, scrolling with one hand and pretending you’re just here for some quick futa action. You play as Diana, this stubborn, confident girl who goes to an all-girls school because she’s done with guys and drama, and of course the first person who really gets under her skin is Jeanne, tall, beautiful, way too gentle for someone packing that kind of secret. The whole story is like: slow flirting, awkward tension, then that moment where you realize “oh shit, this is not just about getting laid, I actually care if these two idiots are happy.” The game isn’t trying to be cool or edgy, it just lets you sit in the weird space where romance feels soft and horny at the same time. You just click, read, watch. No choices. No “good endings” or “bad endings” to min-max. It’s a straight kinetic ride, which honestly fits, because this thing would totally fall apart if it had branching nonsense everywhere.

The sex builds up so slowly that you almost get annoyed, then when it finally hits, it’s like everything clicks. Jeanne’s first blowjob scene, with Diana going from “I can handle this, I’m not a shy girl” to visibly overwhelmed, swallowing, eyes watery, fingers digging into Jeanne’s thighs, that whole thing felt way more intimate than half the stuff tagged as hardcore these days. And yeah, the animation is simple, you can see that AI touch on the CG sometimes, hands a bit weird, toes not always perfect, but then you get that footjob scene where Diana is clearly embarrassed, using her feet on Jeanne’s cock while pretending she’s just “trying something out”, and it just works. The way Jeanne is half apologizing for enjoying it too much, while Diana is blushing and still pushing on, watching Jeanne’s expression like she’s reading a test result, that’s the sort of moment that sticks. The creampie payoff later, when Diana finally lets go and trusts her, is not subtle at all. It’s messy, it’s tender, it’s a little pathetic in the best way. She’s riding Jeanne, nails scratching, mumbling that she doesn’t want to feel empty again, then the game just holds on that last thrust and the cum spilling inside, and you suddenly realize this is literally the climax of their emotional arc, not just a “money shot”. Then the next scene they’re cuddling and talking about stupid normal stuff, like where to walk on campus to avoid annoying classmates, and you’re there thinking “how did I get this invested in two horny schoolgirls in a porn VN I opened in incognito after closing Twitter.”

The lesbian angle also isn’t fake. There are pure girl-on-girl scenes that don’t rely on futa at all, like Diana going down on Jeanne before she even knows about the extra equipment, completely focused on making her melt, using hands and tongue like she actually likes doing it, not like it’s some checklist. When the truth drops and Diana has that tiny freakout, it’s not some dramatic hentai meltdown. She’s confused, horny, pissed at herself, still stealing glances at Jeanne’s bulge in those tight school clothes. The story doesn’t try to explain or label everything, it just lets two women figure out what they want from each other. Sometimes they’re romantic and soft, sometimes it’s just handjobs under blankets while whispering so roommates won’t hear, sometimes Jeanne is the one giving and Diana ends up shaking, clinging to her arm like a lifeline. It’s messy, emotional, a bit cheesy, very horny, and if you’re the kind of person who pauses porn because a character says one line that hits too close to home, this will absolutely get you. You’ll come for futa and orgasms, and somehow stay just to see if Diana finally stops being scared of being loved by the one person she swore she wouldn’t fall for.

The engine behind this Tokyo-set corruption fest runs smoother than expected, though the AI-generated artwork occasionally glitches in ways that'd make you wonder if someone fed the algorithm too much hentai at once. Character expressions shift between perfectly rendered ahegao faces and slightly off proportions that remind me of those deepfake fails from 2019. But honestly? The technical hiccups add this weird authenticity to the whole "modern Tokyo nightlife gone wrong" vibe they're pushing.

What hits different here is how the netorare elements creep up on you. One moment you're following this reunited couple through neon-lit streets, next thing the male protagonist's watching his girl get corrupted by family secrets and manipulative assholes who know exactly which buttons to push. The kinetic novel format means you're basically along for the ride while this dude's world implodes in the most erotically charged way possible. Big tits and bigger asses dominate every scene, but it's the psychological manipulation that really gets under your skin. The corruption isn't just physical - though there's plenty of oral action and handjobs to keep your attention - it's watching trust dissolve frame by frame.

Platform-wise, this thing loads fast enough but occasionally stutters during the more intensive scenes. Nothing game-breaking, just annoying when you're deep in a teasing sequence and suddenly the animation freezes mid-thrust. The male domination themes play out through some genuinely uncomfortable power dynamics that'd make even seasoned players pause. Tokyo's underbelly serves as the perfect backdrop for this descent into moral ambiguity, where every choice feels like it's pushing someone closer to the edge. Sure, the masturbation scenes could use better pacing and the dialogue sometimes reads like it was translated by someone who learned English from porn subtitles, but the overall corruption arc delivers exactly what the tags promise.

Game feels like someone threw Stalker, a sex toy shop and a bad breakup into a mixer, then forgot to put the lid on. You play this girl wandering a fucked-up anomaly zone, where everything hums like a cheap fridge about to explode. No choices, no branches, it just drags you along, but in a weird way that works. You’re not “roleplaying” her so much as watching her unravel while you sit there with one hand on the mouse and the other… yeah. One of the first scenes that really stuck with me is when she’s alone in some rusted-out industrial corridor, all red emergency lights, and she pulls this ugly, jury-rigged vibrator from her pack. It’s not sexy at first. It looks like something you’d use to torture information out of someone, like, wrong shape, wrong noise, buzzing like an electric toothbrush dying. She’s covered in grime and bruises, and instead of the usual porn-game bullshit where the girl poses like a catalog model, she just slides down the wall and starts using it because she needs something, anything, to remind her she’s still a person and not just meat walking through radiation. That mix of “I shouldn’t be turned on by this” and “okay but I am” pretty much sums up the tone.

The sex isn’t soft-focus romance, even when it is technically romance. There’s this guy she keeps crossing paths with, and their chemistry feels like two broken lighters trying to make one working flame. They care about each other, kind of, but everything around them is rotting, and the game loves to tease you with tenderness before smashing you in the teeth. You’ll get a sweet hand-holding moment, then five minutes later she’s masturbating alone in some abandoned checkpoint, using a smooth metal artifact that might be worth a fortune, or might kill her, with this look that’s half desperation and half “fuck it, if I die like this, at least I came.” The toy scenes are surprisingly varied, though sometimes the pacing is off. There’s one long masturbation stretch where I honestly tabbed out to check Telegram because it felt like the same angle and the same moaning loop. Then the game hits you with an absolutely brutal, bloody encounter, and suddenly that earlier slow scene makes sense because your brain’s still echoing with it while you watch her crawl away from a body that honestly looks too real. The violence is not pretty. People get torn up, shot, melted, and the camera doesn’t politely look away. That clash of erotic tension with graphic wounds makes the whole thing uncomfortable in a deliberate way. It’s not “gore porn” for the sake of shock, more like the dev wanted you to constantly ask yourself where your own line is, and then step over it anyway.

The world itself feels claustrophobic even when the locations are open. You can almost smell the wet concrete and rust. Some of the romance bits are genuinely cute though, in this bitter, awkward style. Like she’s sitting in a half-collapsed truck, passing a flask back and forth with her sort-of-partner, knees touching, and for two minutes you forget there are supernatural anomalies outside tearing people apart. Then she ends up grinding on his thigh, trying not to make noise because other scavengers might be nearby. There’s this one shot where her panties are halfway down, gun still strapped to her leg, and you can see a blood smear on her thigh that clearly isn’t from sex, and that detail just lodged in my head. The game likes these ugly little truths. Her orgasms are messy, not glamorous, sometimes a bit sad. She cries once while using a toy, and the camera doesn’t overly fetishize it, it just stays with her long enough that you start feeling weirdly protective. To be fair, a few scenes try too hard to be “deep” and end up coming off like edge-lord poetry, but then the next event is her quietly humping the handle of an artifact while listening to distant gunfire, and suddenly you’re back in it. It’s not romantic in the classic sense, but the way it mixes need, fear, loneliness and pure raw horniness feels more honest than most “love story” porn games I’ve seen. And yeah, I’m still annoyed that one corridor light flickers in exactly the same rhythm every time and my brain catches it like a gnat, but I keep thinking about that filthy wall, that awful buzzing toy, and the way she keeps going anyway.

This one feels like watching a therapy session where the camera gets way too honest and nobody hits the brakes at the right time. You’re stuck in the guy’s head, this therapist who’s supposed to be all calm and clinical, and at first he really tries. He asks the right questions, takes notes, pretends he doesn’t see her tits pressing against that way-too-tight top when she leans forward. The whole thing is just two people in a room, talking, and somehow it gets hotter than half the games that throw ten naked models at you in five minutes. Stuff escalates slow. She shifts on the couch, her skirt rides up, he adjusts his glasses like that’s gonna hide the fact his eyes are locked on her ass. And the camera loves her body. Big tits, big ass, that soft, almost glossy skin that 3D smut devs do when they actually care about light. Everything is animated just enough so you feel every little move: legs crossing, fingers fidgeting, her tongue touching her lip when she lies. That lip thing killed me, honestly.

At some point the talk moves into her boyfriend situation, and it stops being harmless fantasy. There’s cheating all over the place, just not shouted about. She hints that he doesn’t satisfy her, teases about what she really needs, and you can see the therapist trying to keep the professional tone while his brain is screaming. You get these dialogue choices where you can stay polite or push a little, and when you choose the “wrong” answer, it’s very obviously the right one for horny people. One second he is asking about her anxiety, next second she is on his lap, grinding, whispering shit in his ear about how she always wanted an older man with power over her. Her lips around his cock feel extra dirty because five minutes earlier she was talking about trauma like it was a TED Talk. The game doesn’t flinch away from interracial stuff either, just puts it on screen and lets you sit with how taboo it feels in a clinical, white-wall office. There’s groping that starts as “accidental” and ends with him palming her tits like he owns them, and actual vaginal sex where the animations are slow and weighty, not that jackhammer nonsense. It looks good, even when her hair clips through her shoulder sometimes, which pissed me off more than it should and now I can’t unsee it. The session is only about an hour, totally on rails like a kinetic novel, but in that time it goes from calm conversation to her riding him on the therapist chair while the clock on the wall keeps ticking like nothing special is happening. Reminded me weirdly of browsing old Winamp skins while listening to chiptune playlists on Spotify, that same cozy, retro brain vibe, except here you’re getting a blowjob between questions about childhood.

Sound is surprisingly on point too. Not some huge soundtrack, just low ambient music and these little breathing noises that make the oral scenes way more intense than they visually should be. The moans aren’t overdone, more like that quiet, breathy kind when she’s trying to keep control and totally fails. When he finally loses his “I’m a professional” mask and just grabs her, pushes her against the couch and slides into her, there’s this tiny pause before the first thrust where nothing moves, and it hit harder than any giant cumshot. Speaking of, the finishing choices are simple but filthy, and I kind of liked that he doesn’t magically turn into a porn actor god; some angles are awkward, like a real guy who suddenly got everything he fantasized about with his patient and has no idea how to behave. I wish there was more aftercare chat after the sex, like “ok, what now” but the story just kind of leaves you in that sticky, guilty silence, which fits the whole cheating therapist vibe. It’s not subtle, but it also kind of is, and that annoys me a bit because I wanted either full trash or full drama, not this weird mix that somehow works. Anyway, if you ever wanted to see all the professional rules in a therapist office get tossed aside while you watch him slowly grope, kiss, lick, and fuck his patient like it’s the most natural outcome of talking about her problems, that’s basically the entire thing here.