You land back in a house that’s supposed to be “home”, but it feels more like a horny social experiment with blood ties and fake smiles. Dad is gone, funeral smell still in your nose, and suddenly you’re sitting in a car with a woman who looks like an older, hotter version of the girls from your porn folders. She calls herself your mother, acts like the past fifteen years were just a little misunderstanding, and drives you straight into a nest full of women who all call you family and look like trouble. Not soft trouble. The kind you want.

The game doesn’t waste much time pretending you’re a saint. You’re the only guy in a house with three “sisters” who don’t know what to do with you yet, and a mom who keeps hugging you just a bit longer than normal. At first you’re just walking around, checking rooms, catching them in little private moments. One of your sisters thinks the door is fully closed, sits on her bed with her phone and starts touching herself, trying to be silent. You can back away, or stay and watch while the camera slowly sneaks closer, like you’re literally breathing on the crack of the door. Later she mentions feeling watched but doesn’t quite accuse you. That’s the fun part: nobody is really innocent, they just pretend harder than you.

What I liked is how conversations feel like messed up speed-dating, but with people you’re not supposed to date. You test pickup lines on them like you learned everything from Pornhub comments and some cringy Reddit posts. Sometimes it works way too well. You tell your oldest sister that her new yoga outfit “fits her ass so perfectly it’s distracting” expecting a slap, and she just blushes and turns around slowly, asking if it really looks that good on her. You can double down, stand right behind her while she bends forward, or chicken out and talk about stretching “for health” like some idiot. The game lets you push that line between teasing and straight-up corruption a lot, and it feels less like a scripted romance and more like poking at a weak spot until it breaks.

The blackmail angle slides in quietly. Your mom is strict in this very religious, fake moral way, but she keeps leaving her phone around. You catch spicy messages from some married guy, grab a few screenshots, and suddenly every argument at the dinner table has a hidden gun under it. Want her to stop nagging you about your grades? Hint that her “church friend” might see those messages. Want her to pour more wine and loosen up on the couch? Just tap your pocket where the phone is. At one point she’s yelling at you for being lazy, you lean in and murmur something about “pastor Daniel and that bathroom selfie,” and she just shuts up, cheeks red, then changes topic and asks if you’re eating enough. Later that same woman is on her knees, fingers digging into your thighs, trying to pretend this is still some kind of motherly affection while you hold her hair and decide how rough you wanna be.

Not everything is smooth. The pacing jumps. One evening you’re getting a shy hug, the next you have one of the girls on your lap, grinding over your cock while pretending she just “needs a massage for her back.” But honestly that chaos fits. The house slowly turns into your personal playground. You spank a younger sister “as a joke” after she steals your towel, and the slap sound is way too loud, echoing in the bathroom. She freezes, then laughs nervously, and asks if you’ll do it again “but not so hard this time.” Of course you can ignore it. You won’t.

There’s this tiny thing that annoyed me for no good reason: everyone keeps walking around with their phones, but you can’t just open some real-world app like Telegram inside the game. You get this fake messaging system that still somehow nails the feeling of late-night thirst texts. One girl sends you a pic of her in panties, pretending it’s an “outfit check,” and you can reply with flirty bullshit or just tell her to come to your room. Pick the flirty option and it drags things out in a fun way, pick the direct one and you’ll have her kneeling between your legs, drool on your shaft, eyes shining like she knows she crossed a line she can’t walk back from.

Little by little they all stop seeing you as just the long-lost relative and more like the man of the house, the one who decides when a kiss stays innocent and when a tongue slips in, when a handjob “by accident” turns into her swallowing your load while you call her a good girl. The game pretends it’s about healing old family wounds, but it’s really about how fast you can turn that whole house into something dirty, secret, and completely yours.

Stocklinburg looks like one of those shiny “future of your career” cities, but in this game it’s basically horny Hogwarts for lawyers. You’re this 18 year old dude who shows up thinking about law textbooks and courtroom drama, and five minutes later you’re wondering if you’re about to get a blowjob from a woman who could legally be your professor, your landlady, or your worst mistake. The whole thing has that messy college vibe: bad decisions, good bodies, and way too many situations where you’re supposed to focus on contracts while someone’s tits are bouncing in front of you. The story hits you like a bunch of spicy quiz questions back to back. “Do you grope her in the hallway when nobody’s watching?” “Do you pull your hand away and pretend to be a good boy?” “Do you stay up reading cases, or jerk yourself raw thinking about the milf from earlier who nearly crushed your face between her thighs?” Every choice feels like some horny personality test with no safe answer, only different flavors of trouble.

The female domination angle sneaks up on you. One moment you’re teasing a shy girl on campus and feeling all alpha, next moment there’s an older woman with perfect hair and a smug smile telling you to sit, open your mouth, and be useful. There’s a scene where you’re in what’s supposed to be a study session and she leans over, pops a button, and just rests her tits on the table like they’re part of the lesson. You’re there trying to remember what the hell a tort is while she wraps her hand around your cock under the desk, whispering that good students know how to obey. Later, she flips you on your back, uses a toy on you just to watch you squirm, and when you finally get to fuck her, you think you’re in charge. Spoiler: you’re really not. She guides your hips, tells you how fast to thrust, then drags you in deep for a creampie like she owns your future and your balls at the same time. Kind of hot, kind of terrifying, 10/10 would fail that exam again. There’s also this thing the game does with animation during titfucks and oral scenes that’s too smooth, like it’s trying to distract you from the fact that the MC is supposed to be studying. And masturbation scenes hit way too close to reality: you, alone in your tiny student room, phone in hand, trying not to moan while you replay that one moment where she pushed your face between her breasts and told you, very clearly, what would happen if you disappointed her. Honestly, I opened it thinking “ok, funny little lewd college VN” and closed it wondering why my brain now thinks “legal paperwork” means “someone is about to sit on my face”.

There is this quiet, slightly tired feeling in the whole thing that hit me harder than all the porn grindfests I usually dig through on itch and F95. You start with this middle-aged bar owner who clearly had his “fun young time” years ago, then just pressed stop on life. The guy lives between empty glasses, Spotify playlists stuck on old rock, and that awkward silence after the last drunk leaves. And into that walks Elena, still carrying that fresh hurt you only get when you believed some dude’s promises a bit too hard. It’s one of those nights where two people should probably just go home, jerk off to Pornhub, sleep, and forget everything. They don’t, obviously. The whole kinetic setup is basically saying: you’re not choosing where the story goes, you’re just stuck in the backseat watching these two try to use sex as a bandage over old shit that never healed right.

The route that plays “normal” romance feels like a long, slow exhale. He is careful with her, not in a corny way, more like someone who fucked up enough in life to finally learn where to touch and when to shut up. There are a lot of small moments: her hand shaking a little when she takes that first sip of whiskey, his fingers brushing her thigh while he pretends to talk about music, that dumb smile when she realizes she actually wants his mouth on her. When it finally turns explicit, it is not some turbo-hentai nonsense. She drops to her knees and you can almost hear her thinking “fuck it” before she pulls his cock out. The blowjob scenes are long and almost too real; spit on her chin, her mascara slightly smeared, his hips twitching when she decides to take him a bit deeper than she can handle. Then the bed, finally, with that slow, lazy missionary where they look at each other way too much for just a one night thing. Vaginal creampie, yeah, but framed more like a mistake they both secretly want, not just a “achievement unlocked” moment. And at the same time I kind of hated how sometimes the dialogue leans a bit Tumblr-poetry, like two people trying to sound deep on WhatsApp at 1 in the morning. There is also this corruption flavored second path where the mood shifts and he stops being only gentle. The bar feels colder, less safe. His hands close around her wrists, push them above her head, and you can tell he is testing how far she will go to forget the guy who broke her. Light bondage, a bit of rough throat-fucking, his voice in her ear telling her when to open her mouth, when to beg, when to ride him until her legs are shaking. It is still pretty tame compared to some brutal stuff out there, but it has that nice edge where romance and male control mix in a way that makes your brain and your dick argue. By the end I only really remembered two things: her face when she realizes he actually sees her, not just her body, and the moment his cum spills inside her and neither of them does the “oh no, what about protection” talk. Also, the save menu font annoys me for no reason. Anyway, it lingers. Not like a big dramatic saga or some hardcore fetish circus, more like that one chat on Telegram with someone you fucked once and never muted.

Holly looks like that girl from your college group project who always did the whole report, and here you basically watch what happens when life starts poking holes in that “good girl” armor. It starts pretty innocent: she moves out, needs a job, thinks she’ll just work hard and be boring and responsible. Then her “dream opportunity” turns out to be in this media company that lives on flirting with the line between normal content and straight up porn. At first she’s just sitting in an office trying not to stare when someone is looking at explicit stuff on a monitor right next to her. There’s this scene where she pretends to focus on Excel while a video with a huge black guy fucking some petite redhead is playing two desks away, and you can feel how she’s annoyed and horny in the same time. The game really pushes that slow slide, where she still thinks she’s pure while her hand is under the desk, rubbing herself because she “just needs to relax a bit after work”. Sure, Holly. Sure.

The fun part is how the story steals tricks from fanfic culture. You know how people write canon-compliant fics where one tiny choice changes everything? Here you get that in a dirty format. You can keep her on the almost-vanilla route, loyal to her relationship, saying no to the creepy boss who likes to “test the talent” in private. There’s this date scene that feels like bad Wattpad, in a cute way, where she tries to act normal at dinner after she accidentally spent her lunch break watching a lesbian casting interview in the studio downstairs. She stares at the waitress’s ass longer than at the menu and you get to choose if she admits it or just lies and blushes hard. Or you can start pushing her into more humiliating stuff, like agreeing to “help” with a live stream by playing the shy intern who gets talked into showing just a little more skin, then a bit more, then suddenly she’s topless in front of thousands and some guy behind the camera is groping her tits because “audience engagement is dropping”. The game loves that teasing stage, when she’s saying “no, I’m not like those girls” while her nipples are hard and her boss is already unzipping his pants. There is a very specific blowjob scene in an office chair where she’s trying not to smear lipstick, and you have this stupid tiny choice about eye contact that changes the whole tone. If she looks up, it stops feeling like an accident and starts looking like she enjoys being under him, with his hand on the back of her head guiding the rhythm, almost choking her a bit, and that’s where the corruption vibe really hits.

What I liked is how the “good” vs “bad” path doesn’t feel clean. Even if you try to play her as a saint, the game still throws temptations at her: a drunk night where she wakes up half naked with a girl from work, fingers still sticky, trying to remember who started the lesbian stuff; a “modeling test” that is totally not just masturbation on camera; a casting where a huge guy grabs her ass like it’s public property and she hesitates just long enough that he takes it as a yes. There is cheating, obviously. The first time she lets another man cum on her face, she sends her boyfriend a totally innocent selfie a bit later, pretending she was “busy in the office” while there’s still a tiny drop she didn’t wipe perfectly from her hairline. Interracial scenes are not subtle either. They lean into that porn logic where Holly keeps telling herself it’s “just work” while she’s sitting on a massive cock, stretched wide, cheeks slapping, and the director orders her to turn so the camera gets her big ass bouncing for the viewers. Sometimes she seems humiliated to the point of breaking, like when she has to strip in a place where anyone could walk in, covering herself badly while someone films, combining exhibitionism with that nasty little thrill of maybe getting caught. Other times she’s the one teasing, giving handjobs under the table during meetings, masturbating in the shower while replaying every dirty thing that happened that day. It’s a mess in a good way, like a fanfic that started as “college romance” and somehow ended with the heroine groped from all sides in a crowded club, half ashamed, half hungry for more. And anyway, I still can’t forgive that one scene where the phone UI in-game looks like a cheap WhatsApp clone, my brain keeps focusing on that tiny detail every time she’s sexting some guy instead of paying attention to the filthy stuff happening in the room.