Starship discipline is completely fucked here, in the funniest, dirtiest way possible. You get handed the captain’s chair on the Cerritos, but it feels more like they dumped you in a floating frat house filled with horny degenerates in Starfleet colors. Everyone is used to Admiral Freeman looking the other way, so when you start trying to clean things up, the crew basically tells you to suck it. Half the time you’re walking down a corridor and some ensign has their uniform half open, covered in cum, trying to hide a hard-on or wiping drool off their lips after “checking the sonic shower.” The ship looks like Star Trek, but the mood is more like a super trashy porn parody where nobody remembered the part about “professional behavior.” And you are absolutely encouraged to abuse that.

The center of the chaos is Beckett Mariner, of course. She knows you can’t just throw the admiral’s daughter out an airlock, so she tests every limit she can. One moment she’s lounging in your chair with her boots on the console, tits almost spilling out of her uniform jacket, fake-innocent face and those stupid ahegao eyes when you finally snap and drag her into the ready room. The game really likes that shift from “smartass brat” to “corrupted little cumtoy,” especially when you start using blackmail. You catch her in compromising spots, collect dirty data, and then slowly push things from “get on your knees and swallow” to “bend over the tactical console, I want to see just how tight that ass is.” She resists in that playful way at first, talks back, but the art leans heavy into humiliation: tears in the corners of her eyes, tongue out, mascara a mess, expression halfway between hating you and begging you to creampie her again. The AI-style CG is weirdly perfect for this kind of parody, everything slightly exaggerated, breasts too big for regulation uniforms, cumshots overdramatic, but it fits the whole “cheap bootleg holodeck program” vibe. And it is animated, so you really sit there watching her get filled, milk leaking, mouth drooling, your choices affecting if she ends up more broken-in, covered in bukkake like a used toy, or still pretending she’s in control while she rides you and moans your rank.

What caught me off guard is how the game doesn’t just stop at “straight captain dominates bratty officer.” Lower deck kids and random crew open up way dirtier routes. You walk into the cargo bay and spot two male ensigns “wrestling,” cocks out, one already dripping. That can spiral into you forcing them to service you as punishment, lining them up and choosing who takes you in the ass, who licks your balls clean, who drinks the load. There is gay stuff that doesn’t feel like an afterthought, more like the ship is just completely horny and nobody cares about orientation anymore. Then there is the whole trap and futa angle, uniforms hiding surprise dicks, big tits paired with a throbbing cock that strains the Starfleet fabric. One minute you think you’re punishing a cute, shy communications officer, next moment she drops her pants and you’re staring at a hard shaft and a wet slit both, and the game just goes “yeah, use all of it.” You can force them to suck you, fuck them until their own cum sprays on the control panel, or take it yourself if you lean into being a greedy captain who wants every hole filled. There are scenes where you make an officer pump milk out of her huge tits right onto the floor while everyone watches, or you order a line of crew to kneel and finish them off one by one, covering faces and mouths until they look like someone set a bukkake filter over a still from Lower Decks. Then there are cheating bits, too: married officers getting reamed in your quarters, whispering that their partner doesn’t touch them like this, while you record everything for later blackmail. It’s unapologetically trashy, sometimes mean, and occasionally so over the top you just start laughing, but it keeps that Star Trek parody flavor through all the corruption, like a filthy holodeck program somebody forgot to lock with a command code.

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.