Zach is the kind of guy who knows the exact upload schedule of his favorite online dominatrix, but pretends he “just saw it in recommendations.” You know the type. One hand in his pants, the other on Reddit, arguing about whether hypnosis can actually turn a bratty dom into a drooling toy. Then one day he ends up with a real mind control helmet in his lap and Mistress Red tied to a chair in his crappy apartment, staring at him with that “I’d ruin your life for fun” look… and suddenly there’s no pause button. That’s pretty much the whole vibe here: you are sitting inside the head of a horny coward who just got god-level power and no emotional maturity to handle it. Sometimes he tries to be nice. Sometimes he absolutely does not. The game just quietly asks, “Alright quiz fans, A, B, C or D: do you fry her brain, make her your anal-obsessed house pet, or actually talk to her like a person?” and then watches what you click.

The kink stuff hits fast and messy in the best way. Once you get the helmet going, there are scenes where you stack triggers on her like you are building a cursed trivia scorecard. Say a word, watch her drop to her knees. Snap your fingers, she presents her ass, cheeks spread, no questions asked. There is this one moment where you tell her she can speak freely, then flip a suggestion so every time she tries to insult you, her mouth instead begs you to put a butt plug in and pull her hair. It feels gross and hot at the same time, like deleting your browser history right after you close Pornhub. Bondage is everywhere, but it is not just “shibari background decoration.” You actually watch Zach experiment. First he fumbles with ropes like a virgin trying to tie his first shoelace, then later he’s strapping her to a table, collar on, wrists locked, vibrator pressed against her clit, and she is moaning that she belongs to him while her eyes are dead and glossy from the hypnosis loop he ran twenty times in a row. And then you still get options to act like you are some moral hero. Which you are not. Not after what you did with that remote-controlled plug and her ass clenched so hard she almost snapped it in two during that “test run.”

I kind of love how the game lets domination swing both ways even when it feels unfair. Mistress Red is a pro dom, she knows her shit, and if you back off with the mind control or screw up a suggestion, she starts getting into your head instead. There is a route where you give her back some control, thinking, “Ok, redemption arc, I am a good person now,” and three scenes later she is the one using the helmet on you, making you kneel, edging you with a toy on your dick while she laughs and tells you exactly how pathetic your porn addiction is. That switch into female domination feels less like a clean route change and more like a trap you walked into because you wanted to feel less guilty. The game kind of quiet about it, but it really leans on that “who’s actually in charge here?” question. Also, the 3D style is a bit stiff in some angles, like weird elbow joints and one chair that looks like it was stolen from The Sims 2, and it annoyed me way more than it should. I kept staring at that chair during a really nasty anal scene where you’ve got her bent over it, drool on her chin, collar tight, her brain buzzing from post-hypnotic suggestions, and all I could think was “why is that texture so flat.” Anyway, between the mind control helmet, the moral illusions, the toys, and Zach trying to pretend he is not a villain while literally rewriting a woman’s brain, the whole thing feels like a dirty quiz where every answer is wrong but you still click next.

Clara feels like the classic “good girl who moved to the city and thinks she’s independent now”, until you start messing with her head. The game sells itself as romance, but if you’re here for just cute couple stuff, you’re probably in the wrong part of the internet. This is about slowly twisting a girl who wants to be strong into someone who shivers when you tell her to kneel. Not right away. At first it’s just messages, small tasks, “wear this” or “don’t wear that” when she goes outside. She blushes, argues, says no, then does it anyway. That’s the sweet spot for me. The teasing feels personal, like that moment when you type something in Telegram you know is too much, and then hit send anyway.

The nice thing is, Clara isn’t just a cardboard cutout with tits and a blank face. She complains. She overthinks. She sends you those long, awkward texts where she tries to sound confident and ends up sounding horny and confused. There’s a scene where you tell her exactly how to undress in front of the mirror, one piece at a time, and she keeps typing “this is stupid” but never actually stops. The way the game lets you push her into stripping for you while she pretends she’s not enjoying it is kind of evil and kind of perfect. Sometimes I wished she’d resist harder, then in the next scene I got annoyed when she did. I know that makes zero sense, but that’s how it feels. Also, one tiny thing: her hair shines like she has a shampoo sponsorship, and it started to distract me. I kept thinking “ok, we got it, she’s a redhead, now choke her already”. The so-called “rules” you give her start off simple and then suddenly you’re reading her writing about what it felt like when she wasn’t allowed to touch herself all day, and you can almost feel her frustration leaking out of the screen.

The corruption part is slow enough that you can savor it, but still dirty. At the start she insists she’s not into this power thing, then a couple of scenes later she’s wet just from being told what panties to wear. There’s one moment where she’s sitting in her new apartment, legs pressed together, trying to “be good” and not break the rule you gave her, and she ends up humiliating herself in the most sweet way. That whole fantasy of being the calm guy who holds all the strings while she tries to pretend she isn’t begging for it, yeah, the game really leans into that. You get romantic bits too, not all is rough. She sends soft little messages, asks if you’re proud of her, kinda breaks your heart right after you made her do something filthy. The mix of devotion and dirty orders works better than it should. At some point you stop being sure where her limit is, or if she even has one anymore, and honestly I’m not sure I want to find it. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

This League parody hits different when you realize how unpolished it actually is, but somehow that makes the whole experience more authentic? Like, you're texting with Akali who's apparently into getting roasted for feeding, and the dialogue feels genuinely awkward in that realistic way where someone's clearly getting off on being called trash at the game. The phone interface is basic as hell - we're talking bare-bones messaging that looks like it was coded in a weekend, but honestly that just adds to the illusion that you're actually sexting some random League player who happens to be your waifu.

What gets weird is the Xayah/Rakan dynamic where you're supposedly stealing her away right in front of him. The game doesn't really commit to this premise though - one minute you're dominating some feeder Akali through chat, next you're somehow involved in this love triangle situation that feels completely disconnected. The writing jumps around like the developer had three different fantasies and just mashed them together without caring about coherence. But fuck it, sometimes that's exactly what you want from these things. The teasing mechanics are pretty straightforward - you pick responses that either escalate the humiliation or play into the romantic drama, and the characters react accordingly. Nothing groundbreaking but it does what it says on the tin.

Actually wait, I completely forgot about the male domination angle until just now. Yeah, that's definitely the core theme running through everything, whether you're putting Akali in her place for inting your ranked game or asserting yourself in the Xayah situation. The consent stuff gets murky in that typical porn game way where everyone's immediately into whatever you're doing, which... look, it's fantasy fulfillment, not a documentary about healthy relationships. Still feels worth mentioning that these characters go from zero to submissive pretty damn quick without much buildup.

Ian wakes up in that cramped room again, phone in hand, bored out of his skull, lockdown bullshit outside, and the house full of women who act like they own his balls. Mom glides around like a queen in yoga pants that should honestly be illegal, pretending everything is “normal”, while the sisters treat him like a chew toy: mocking his morning wood, “accidentally” walking in on him, throwing his dirty boxers at his face, laughing when he blushes. At first it’s the usual routine, him jerking off quietly with one earbud in, Pornhub on low brightness, trying not to make the bed squeak while the whole place is just heavy with frustration he can’t do anything about. Then that stupid news report flashes on the TV, the one that changes the mood of the house from “haha, you loser” to “oh, we can really do this now” in about two seconds. You can almost feel the air getting sticky after that, like the walls are listening.

The fun part is how fast everyone drops the fake innocence. Mom starts leaning over the table more, her tits basically falling out while she “asks” him to help around the house. She knows he is staring at her ass when she bends, you can see that tiny smirk on her lips when she pretends not to. One sister starts using his room as her private dressing cabin, standing there in panties that barely count as clothing, talking to him about useless TikTok drama while she’s pulling on tight jeans that can barely contain her ass, and sometimes she “forgets” to close the zipper. Another one just goes straight for his ego, calling him her “little pet,” sitting on his lap, grinding casually like it’s nothing, then shoving him away and laughing when he’s hard and desperate. The game lets you decide if Ian finally bites back or just sinks deeper. You can make him talk back, pin them down, grab their throats lightly while they roll their eyes and moan anyway, or you keep him as the humiliated toy that wipes their cum off the floor and thanks them for letting him taste it. It’s not soft at all when they decide to break him either, they bully him about his size, make him cum in his own underwear, force him to stay like that while they keep teasing. Sometimes the “jokes” go too far and the game just shrugs and keeps going, which honestly fits.

What really got me was how the house turns into this messy sandbox of power games. One evening you have Mom on the couch, drunk on wine, kind of needy, pulling his hand under her shirt and telling him he’s “such a good boy,” and you can go from that gentle milf worship to making her kneel on the floor and open her mouth because you’re tired of her acting like she’s in charge. The next day his sister corners him in the bathroom, locks the door, sits on the sink with her legs open and says “lick or I scream,” and if you play it submissive she’ll ride his face until he can’t breathe and snap a selfie with mascara running, using him like a sex toy. Or you flip it and make him grab her hips, eat her out just enough and then refuse to let her cum, walking away while she’s shaking and pissed. There’s a nasty humor running through the whole thing, little lines where they mock each other, highlight how fucked up the situation is, then just double down on it. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid meme reference during a blowjob, next moment you’re making the whole family kneel in front of the TV like some twisted worship scene, or you’re the one on your knees, jerking off while they compare his dick to guys on OnlyFans and rate him like a product. It’s all cramped rooms, soft couches, phone screens lighting up sweaty skin, masturbation in the shower while someone knocks on the door asking what’s taking so long. It feels like being locked in a porn fantasy that forgot where the line was supposed to be, and no one in that house is actually looking for it anyway.