Game hits you in a funny soft spot right away: you’re this dude sneaking out of engineering into art like it’s some kind of perverted witness protection program. That feeling when you pretend to be “normal” nerd and all you really wanna do is draw pretty boys with stockings and girls with hard cocks sitting on your face? Yeah, they bottled that. Classrooms feel more like stages than actual school, every desk and easel is just a possible place to bend someone over. I kept thinking “this is exactly the kind of college I wish I fucked up my life in.”

What really got me is how erotic the whole art thing becomes. Not just sex slapped on top of story. You’re sketching, they’re posing, and slowly the poses stop being safe. A “tasteful nude study” turns into “can you open your legs more, I need to see the angle of your… spine.” There is this one moment where the childhood friend thinks she’s helping you “practice anatomy” and suddenly she is on her knees, hand around your cock, asking if she is holding it right for the drawing. Of course you don’t draw. Of course you shove that sketchbook aside and let her slobber on you. And the game actually makes the scene feel like it came from your little pervert artist brain, not from a porn script copy paste. Animations are not perfect but they wiggle just enough. Hip movement, fingers sliding, tongue flexing over the tip during oral. I watched a simple handjob way too long just because of how her thumb kept teasing that one spot like she was bored and mean at the same time. Tiny detail, but I couldn’t stop staring.

Then there is the femboys and traps and futa stuff that kinda crawls up on you. At first you look at this “cute boy” in class and think “ah, standard pretty twink, I know this gacha.” Then the game pulls the shirt a bit higher, the skirt a bit shorter, and you notice the outline that is not really hiding anything. There is an exhibitionism scene where this soft, shy “guy” is pushed into posing for you after hours in the empty studio, naked except for a collar, and instead of being embarrassed you are the one sweating, trying to keep the brush still while his cock twitches every time you step closer. It feels cruel and kind at the same time. Humiliation and praise mixing like bad cocktails. And when the power flips, when you are the one on your knees under the table, sucking while someone explains color theory above you, it hits that heavy fetish vibe hard. The game doesn’t bother to explain why the protagonist suddenly agrees to be choked with a belt during anal, it just puts you there, cheeks pressed against cold floor, someone’s foot on your head, and your brain goes “yeah, okay, this makes sense actually.”

I also liked that domination is not stuck in one lane. One scene you are pinning a smaller boy against the lockers, hand under his skirt, groping his ass until he whimpers and pushes back, pretending he doesn’t like it. Next, a tall girl with “I own this place” eyes drags you into the storage room, orders you to take out your cock and strokes you so slow it feels like torture, spitting on it, smirking when you leak all over her fingers. She makes you hold the door while she rides you, whispering that if anyone hears, it’s your fault. The game jumps between male and female domination like it can’t decide what gets you more: being used or using someone. Sometimes it even blends, like that threesome where a futa girl fucks you from behind while you jerk off a femboy in front, your body just a bridge between two horny monsters. You feel like art supplies. Like a brush and canvas at the same time.

I wish the dialogue was less “anime horny” in a few scenes, it leans a bit too much into cheesy lines that no real person would say with their mouth full of dick, but then there is this one brutal little bdsm moment where someone tells you “you’re only good for making me cum” and it cuts deep enough to forget all the cheesy stuff. Some camera angles feel a bit stiff, then a random shot of fingers spreading slick cheeks or lips grazing the tip in close-up suddenly looks like something straight from a high quality clip I’d save on my phone next to my secret Pinterest board of ropes and stockings. The whole thing feels like a messy sketchbook full of porn doodles that someone grew into a real game: uneven, kind of clumsy, but dripping with ideas. Makes you wanna grab your tablet, open Procreate, and start drawing collars and blushing traps until your hand gets tired for a very different reason. Dare to open it in a quiet room and see how long you last before alt-tabbing to Pornhub “for research.”

Lena looks like the kind of girl who should be in some boring office job, not standing half naked in a sweat-soaked ring with some psycho redhead trying to choke her out while the crowd yells for more tits. That clash is what makes this game hit different. You don’t start as some overpowered porn goddess, you start as a broke girl stuck in a shit city, dragged into sexfights because her idiot dad couldn’t stay away from cards. New Ipswich feels like one of those places from a trashy crime anime that never got a second season: neon, sleaze, and everyone pretending this is “just business” while they bet on who gets fucked on the mat. The whole sexfighting thing sounds silly on paper, then you’re in your first real match, Lena’s breathing heavy, sweat on her skin, the other girl grabbing her hair, and suddenly the humiliation hits harder than the punches. Either you dominate, or you get used. It’s that simple and that messed up.

The fights are not just button mashing. You switch from strikes and holds into sex moves so fast it feels illegal. One second you’re working a clinch, next second the crowd is chanting for Lena to “open up” and you actually consider it because if she goes full tease, she can flip the mental game. Let an enemy strip her top off in front of the audience and the shame drains her focus, but if you time it right and Lena turns it around, pins the girl, crotch grinding on her face, forcing her to lick while the camera zooms in on every wet detail, suddenly she’s the one owning the exhibition. I had this one match where I played it “nice” for too long, tried to win clean with jabs and throws, and the rival just snapped, mounted Lena, shoved fingers in her, rode her to a sloppy creampie in front of everyone and then walked off like she just claimed a trophy. I actually paused and stared at the screen like: “ok, that escalated.” It’s rude in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends how broken you are.

What caught me off guard is how the game leans into both sides of domination without pretending they are equal. Sometimes Lena is on top, literally sitting on a girl’s face, grabbing her hair, forcing her to eat her out while flashing her big tits to the crowd like she owns the whole damn city. Sometimes it flips and a bigger fighter or some smug guy just treats her like a toy, using her throat, pushing past her limits, making her cum against her will, then leaving her on the sticky canvas with that dazed, fucked-out look. The humiliation is not soft either. They taunt, spit, pull her legs open, finish inside her while the gamblers laugh, and the game just quietly nudges you like: “hey, she still has debts to pay.” It even has these quiet moments in the locker room after, where Lena is leaning against the wall, thighs still trembling, and you’re picking what she does next, who she confronts, whether she chases power or just survives. It almost feels romantic sometimes when she faces another girl who clearly wants her as much as she wants to win, tongue tangled with knuckles, lesbian heat right in the middle of a dirty brawl. Then some asshole promoter reminds you she’s just another body to bet on and the mood dies. That’s kind of the charm though: nothing is clean here. Sex is a weapon, a punishment, a reward, and half the time Lena’s not sure which one she’s holding.

There’s something oddly raw about this game that got my attention right away. You start as this young guy who finally runs away from a place that basically hates everything he is, and the game really leans into that feeling of being horny, scared, and excited in the same moment. It’s not subtle. The first scenes after he arrives in the new city already feel like that messy mix: he’s jerking off alone in a shitty room, scrolling Grindr and Scruff on his cracked phone, half terrified someone from the old country will see him, half desperate to get fucked senseless by the first older guy who sends him a pic. The camera lingers on his face more than on his cock at first, which I actually liked, since you can see that tension: he’s ashamed, but he can’t keep his hand off himself. Then the game slowly starts pushing him into contact with these older guys, these proper DILF types, each one a different flavor of controlling, sweet, manipulative or just bored and horny. It’s not a fluffy romance at the beginning, more like: who will own this kid’s body first. And he’s into it, that’s the thing. He pretends he’s just “trying things”, but he’s hard every time some graying, thick-armed man calls him “good boy” or tells him to shut up and swallow.

From animation / cutscene side, it looks like the dev had a lot of ideas and maybe not enough time, which somehow fits the story. Expressions are surprisingly specific: when the main guy gets pushed on his knees for the first blowjob with that bearded neighbor, his eyes do this quick flick from the door to the cock, like he’s wondering if he can still back out, then you see his throat work when he swallows his fear and leans in. There’s a nice little detail where the older man’s hand pets his hair first, then tightens a bit too much once the kid starts taking it deeper. The 3dcg is not perfect; sometimes the mouths look weird in side view, and there’s a sex scene on the couch where the protagonist’s hip clips into the cushion in a way that made me snort, but honestly that kind of broken thing made it feel more personal, less polished porn and more like some horny artist just kept going at 2 coffees too many. There are a few romance routes where you actually have to decide if you want the safer, “boyfriend material” older guy who buys you snacks and calls you cute, or the more twisted one who tells you he’ll help you with papers if you let him fuck you raw whenever he wants. Those choices hit harder than I expected, especially when a soft, cuddly cutscene later suddenly turns into him being pinned down on the bed, his wrists held above his head while he pretends he doesn’t like being used and you know he’s lying to himself and no one else.

What I enjoyed most is how the corruption feels emotional, not just “he was innocent, now he sucks dick like a pro.” You can see the shift in small scenes. Like there is a quiet moment after he gets ghosted by a guy he really liked, and the next cutscene is him doing a video call jerkoff with some random daddy from a hookup app, camera pointed directly at his ass while he fingers himself on a cheap chair. The animation dwells on the way he checks his own reflection in the laptop screen, kind of lost, kind of proud that he can make grown men beg in chat. It’s hot and a bit sad at the same time. That dual feeling pops up a lot: one route has him cuddling in bed with a more romantic guy after a slow, almost vanilla fuck, his face buried in chest hair like he finally found a home, and literally in the next scene you can push him to cheat, spreading his legs for another man in a public shower, water running down his back while a rough hand clamps over his mouth to keep him quiet. I wish the sound design was better there, the moans feel a little canned sometimes, but then a look he gives, that half-guilty smile when he realizes he likes being controlled, saves the whole thing. It’s messy, horny, sometimes awkward, with a protagonist who starts out scared of his own dick and ends up jerking off confidently on camera while an older guy orders him around. I kept noticing tiny animation glitches and misaligned kisses, then suddenly there was this one angle of him riding his favorite DILF, sweaty and flushed, eyes locked, and I forgot every little complaint I had until the next stiff hand pose snapped me back.

Office door closed, Slack set to “in a meeting,” I open this thing thinking it’s just another horny clicker with fake choices and dead eyes. Then you get those glasses. Not sexy at first glance, more like something IT guy wears on his day off, but once you put them on, the whole vibe changes. The game turns into this mix of creeping and flirting where every girl you meet has some dirty little line of text hovering around her like a status update from her pussy. You look at a shy neighbor on the rooftop and, boom, you see she’s been secretly thinking about getting pinned against the rail and fucked raw under the stars. In the hallway you pass this office lady with big tits bouncing under her shirt, and the glasses calmly show you exactly how she likes a cock in her throat while she pretends she’s “busy with reports.” It feels wrong, hot, kind of pathetic, but I’m still sitting here at my desk half-hard behind my laptop, pretending I’m editing spreadsheets while I’m actually checking who wants to ride me next in the game.

The main guy is such a mess in a way I really like. He got destroyed by his first girl, then runs away to the military to forget he got used like a walking dildo and then dropped. That vibe sticks. He’s not some smooth porn hero from the start, but then the “Lens Lust” crap starts messing with him, and with you too. You pick quests that are basically their hidden fantasies, like “help her relax after work” and that suddenly turns into you on your knees licking her, her heels digging into your back, and her calling you a good boy while you push her legs apart and slam inside. Another one is this quiet girl pretending to be innocent, and the quest slowly escalates from just talking on the rooftop to her jerking you off with her tits, oil dripping between them while she keeps stealing glances at the door in case someone comes up. The animations give that little extra, like subtle hip movement and lips wrapping around the shaft, nothing super polished, but because of that it feels more like real porn you find at 2% volume at work than some shiny trailer. There is this thing no one talks about where you use points to basically tune your body and style, and suddenly the same girl who barely noticed you before is staring down at your bulge and biting her lip in the elevator. Watching your choices turn you from awkward loser into this confident, slightly controlling bastard who pushes girls to their knees, pulls their hair, fucks their throats and then watches them masturbate on his bed because he told them to is… yeah, it stays in your head when you go back to boring emails.

What caught me is how the game mixes the romance angle with some really blunt male domination. One minute you’re having this actually cute rooftop talk, she’s opening up about her past, and you feel like “ok, this is a date,” and twenty minutes later you’re shoving her panties aside and sliding into her while she tries not to moan too loud because someone might hear from downstairs. The harem thing sneaks up on you too, not like “here is your collection,” more like you realize you’ve got three different girls sending you messages at once and all of them, in their own way, basically want to taste your cum or feel it dripping out of them. There’s a voyeur bit where you sit with the glasses on and watch a girl touching herself when she thinks she’s alone, and you can’t decide if you feel like a bastard or a god, but you still keep watching. I do wish one of the side girls didn’t repeat the same blowjob animation in different clothes, it pulled me out of it for a second, but then there was this scene where you’re sitting on the couch, she’s between your legs, drool on her chin, her tits shaking while she bobs faster and faster, and honestly, my brain forgot to complain. Sometimes the English in the dialogue feels a little stiff and then suddenly it hits with a line like “I want you to use me like you never got to before,” and it just lands. The game is like that ex you know is bad for your mental health but you still stalk her Instagram on your lunch break and jerk off in the bathroom after. Not proud. Not sorry.