You load it up in a bored mood, thinking it will be just another horny office thing, and then suddenly you are sitting in this glossy fashion magazine, surrounded by women who all look like they walked out from some Instagram explore tab that you pretend not to check. HauteBeat hums in the background, that soft loop of office AC, a distant printer, heels clicking across the tiles like a metronome for your dirty thoughts. The protagonist is this fresh graduate, all awkward, shy, still a virgin, and the game really leans into that. He stammers when the editor-in-chief leans over his shoulder, her blouse just a little too open, her perfume basically choking him. The scene where he is alone with the secretary in a tiny meeting room, with the glass walls and everyone outside pretending not to look, that one hit me. She lowers her voice, asks if he understands what “loyalty” means in this office, and every click through the dialogue feels like you’re holding your breath, waiting for the moment her hand actually lands on his thigh. There is no rush, but also no mercy. The pacing is like that slow elevator ride where you already know you’re going to do something filthy when the doors open.

First choice that really made me stop was when you decide if he keeps his “good boy” energy, or starts testing his new power over these women who pretend they’re in charge. One path he plays the sweet intern, trying not to stare at his boss’s big ass every time she bends over a layout. The other path, he starts using what he learns about them, their little secrets, and the mood shifts from nervous to predatory. There is this one route with the married coworker from accounting, the one who always has her phone face down on the desk. She invites him to “help” with some files after hours. Music drops out, it is just the wet sound of her lips when she finally slides under the desk and starts sucking his cock right there, while the screen shows the office lights reflecting on her lipstick-smeared mouth. Her wedding ring catching the glow every time her hand strokes him is such a petty detail, but it sticks. And yes, later, if you push it, you can corrupt her properly, going from quick blowjob breaks to bending her over the office copier for anal, watching that big ass shake while the machine spits out useless sheets.

Not every scene is perfect. One of the titfuck moments feels a bit rushed, like they knew she has massive tits so they just went “ok, put dick between them” and moved on. But then another girl, the one styled like a cold, distant creative director, drags him into the wardrobe room full of clothes for the next shoot. She sits him down on a low bench, climbs on his lap like it is a throne, and the sound design quietly peaks. You hear fabric sliding, hangers tapping, her little moans that she tries to swallow because there are still people a few meters away. When she finally sinks down on his cock, the angle almost makes you feel that stretch yourself, slow vaginal grind that turns into rough fucking and then spanking her ass so hard the clothes around them rustle. The corruption is not just “she is horny now”, you feel how some of them start asking for it. The secretary who once flirted safely is later begging to be used under the desk while the boss is in a video call. The boss who once scolded him starts testing how far she can go before completely giving in. It is all choices and branches, but it never feels like a math problem. More like you are texting three people on WhatsApp at the same time, promising each of them something different, knowing at least one is going to get hurt and you kind of want that. And yes, the protagonist is inexperienced, but by the time he has a little harem of coworkers sucking, riding, getting spanked in the break room, he is not pretending to be a nice guy anymore. Or maybe he still is. Depends what you click.

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.

This one feels like somebody took a messy fantasy tabletop campaign, spilled porn all over the character sheets, and then just said, “yeah, that’s the game now.” You start by poking through a surprisingly flexible character creator, pick male or female, fiddle with little stats you only half understand, and suddenly you’re a half naked adventurer waking up in a world where every bush, inn, dungeon and swamp has at least a 50% chance to want to fuck you. It’s all text, but the writing actually sells it when you run into, say, a smug lizardman guard who starts out just frisking you for weapons and somehow ends up with his claws digging into your hips while he breeds you full of hot cum. Or you laugh at the idea of a “horny mushroom grove” and ten minutes later you’re bent over, dripping, getting filled in both holes by thick, slimy tentacles while your character is trying and failing to sound offended. The tone jumps around a lot. One moment it’s standard fantasy “go talk to the blacksmith,” next moment he is jerking you off behind his shop with those rough, calloused hands and threatening to spank you if you keep teasing him with your mouth and then pulling away before he finishes. It has that slightly awkward, horny teenager energy, but in a good way, like someone actually having fun instead of trying to write a sex novel.

Where it really got me was the combat and how it bleeds into the porn. It’s simple turn based stuff, you pick between regular attacks or different “tease” options, and at first you’re like, okay, hit the wolfgirl with a sword or wiggle my hips at her, sure. Then suddenly you’re in a fight where you keep flirting just to see what happens, her lust bar pops, and the whole thing flips into a scene where she pins you to a rock and you’re riding her cock while she bites your neck and snarls into your ear. Same thing when you lose. A random group of bandit monsters knocks you down, your HP hits zero, and instead of just “game over,” you’re on your knees with one of them in your mouth, others lining up behind you, balls slapping your ass as they take turns filling you with messy creampies. I had one run where my male hero got so used as a camp slut after losing a fight that every time I went back near that road, the text remembered it and the same guys grabbed him again, treating him like their personal cumdump. It’s fucked up and hot and a little funny because the narration will casually mention how the locals are starting to whisper about you, and NPCs change how they talk depending on how much of a whore you’ve been in that area. That’s probably my favorite bit, actually. I was doing “serious” quests with a pretty straight face, helping a town with some monster problem, then later that night I sneak behind the tavern, jerk off with a big furry bull guy who makes me swallow his load, and the next morning the barmaid suddenly has new lines about the smell on my breath. Tiny stuff like that makes the world feel weirdly alive even though it’s just text.

Not everything is comfortable though, and I kind of like that it doesn’t pretend to be. The game absolutely loves throwing all kinds of bodies at you. Furries, lizardmen, werewolves, tentacled things that don’t even try to be human looking. Sometimes you’re giving a slow, messy blowjob to a soft, shy foxboy, playing with his balls until he squirms and paints your tongue with cum. Other times it’s full on rough male domination, your character getting pinned down, spanked until their ass stings, then used for deep anal while they moan like a slut and can’t stop clenching around the cock inside. There are scenes where you get to be the one in control too, shoving someone’s face into your crotch, forcing them to lick you clean after you finish, or grabbing a monster girl by the horns while you pound her pussy until she squirts. Or going down on a smug witch in her tower as “payment” for a quest, your lips and chin wet while she sits on your face and rides your tongue, then lazily jerks you off with one hand until you shoot all over her thighs. The gay content hits hard, by the way. One quest dumped me into a group scene in a cave where a bunch of male creatures took turns on every hole I had, one holding my head, another slapping his cock against my cheek, more lining up behind. It was filthy and long and I honestly forgot what the original quest even was. What annoys me is that the inventory UI sometimes feels like it was made during a hangover, the log scrolls a bit weird on mobile Chrome, and there is this one line about a character’s eye color that changes between scenes and now I can’t unsee it. But then I’m back in another encounter, teasing some proud knight, and end up with his dick in my hand, stroking him slow while he groans and calls me names, then shoving him into my ass while the text goes into way too much detail about how it stretches. By the time I’m crafting potions just so I can stay awake longer for more nighttime encounters in the forest, I kind of stop caring if a sentence is clunky here and there. The world remembers that my hero is a cum-stuffed disgrace or a smug top, the monsters react, the towns gossip, and I keep finding new ways to get fucked, or to fuck everything that moves. It feels dirty in that “I’ll just open it in a private tab on my phone” way, which is exactly what I wanted.