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.

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.

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.

This one feels like someone grabbed a bunch of messed up fairy tales from an old Tumblr archive, poured too much horny into them, then stitched them together with tape and spite. You jump from one little “chapter” to another, each about a different princess or monster girl, and it never quite behaves the same way twice. Sometimes you’re clicking through choices like a horny gremlin, sometimes you’re stuck on one screen just staring at a princess in chains while deciding if you go full bastard or pretend to be a gentleman for three lines before ruining everything again. It has that cheap 2D CG look that somehow fits perfectly, like fanart that escaped from DeviantArt and learned how to talk dirty.

The Disney parody angle is not subtle at all. One moment you’re in a desert palace with a very not-licensed princess in transparent harem pants, the next you’re watching her milk drip through the fabric because some “blessing” of a magic artifact turned her into a walking cow fantasy. There’s actual choices around that too: keep her as a humiliated slave, drag her to the shop to buy toys and chains, or pretend to “free” her and then chain her to the bed anyway when she tries to run. When the genie shows up, he’s not doing three wishes, he’s doing “how much anal, how much oral, and which hole gets the creampie first.” It sounds crude but the writing has this weird emotional whiplash. You get moments where she spits insults, calls you a monster, you spank her until she does that stupid ahegao face, tongue out, drool, and then three clicks later she’s asking why you didn’t kiss her after you fucked her. Absolutely romantic. Totally normal.

Then there’s the monster girls and the more… questionable stuff. The game does not care about comfort zones. There is ***, humiliation, bestial stuff, that feeling of “oh shit, I should not be aroused by this, and yet here we are.” A lamia coils around your guy, squeezes until he can’t breathe, then uses him like a living dildo. A corrupted princess rides a centaur while you watch and jerk off like some pathetic court wizard who lost control of his own spell. At some point I spent like five minutes just trying to click the right option so I could see the lactation scene loop again, because the way her breasts bounce when the magic spell forces her to squirt on command is genuinely hot in this stupid, low-budget way. And then, in another branch, that same girl is surrounded by a group of guards, getting used one after another, cum dripping out of every hole, and she still has that princess pride in her face like she’s trying not to break while you decide if you go for a handjob ending or shove toys into her until she cracks.

What I like is how inconsistent it all feels, in a good way and also in a “who wrote this at 4 in the morning on Red Bull” way. Some scenes are pure male domination power trip, where you drag a chained girl by the collar, make her lick your boots, force oral until her eyes roll up. Then suddenly you hit a route where a demoness sits on your chest, slaps your face, makes you cum with just her feet and your own hand, and laughs at you for being her little toy. There is one bit I keep thinking about: that stupid little shop screen where you buy a cheap-looking vibrator, take it back to the dungeon, and the scene changes only by this tiny drawn toy in her hand, but the dialogue completely flips her personality. She goes from sobbing *** victim to desperate, horny mess begging you to push it deeper while your character mocks her for loving it. The game pretends to be a light parody, but some of these stories end like a punch in the gut, with the girl broken, collared, used by monsters and men, covered in cum, and you get this short line of text hinting that, in another path, she could have escaped with a girlfriend instead, living a quiet lesbian fantasy far from the palace. You will probably ignore that and reload for the anal gangbang anyway.