Future matriarchy, soft boy protagonist, and a city where every woman looks like she could bench press your car and then sit on your face just because she feels like it. That is the vibe here. You play this cute, kinda pathetic in a hot way, guy tossed into a world where women run everything: government, corporations, street gangs, even the damn coffee shop. Men are treated more like pretty pets than equal partners, and the whole game pushes you to ask if you are fine being a pampered little slut or if you actually want to risk all that comfort to change anything. It sounds heavy, and sometimes it really is, but then it throws in a dick joke or a ridiculous dialogue choice and suddenly you're laughing while getting choked by a girl with biceps thicker than your thighs.

The core of it is pretty simple to explain, but it does not feel simple when you play. You talk, you choose, you grind stats, relationships shift, and your past choices come back when you already forgot them. Like that time I thought it was funny to tease a futa officer about her uniform being “a bit tight in the crotch.” Three scenes later she had me on my knees in a storage closet, one hand on my hair, reminding me exactly what I said and giving me a “punishment lesson” in oral that lasted way longer than I expected. If you lean into submission, women treat you like a living sex toy: collars, leashes, public humiliation, being paraded around by a muscle girl who casually flexes while your mouth is busy on her. If you try to push back, you get a different kind of heat: power struggles, angry kisses, rough sex where you suddenly realize you are not as in control as you thought. The incest angle pops up too, and it is not shy. There is that fucked up mix of “I know this is wrong” and “I want her to ruin me anyway” when your own family member corners you in your room, presses you against the wall, huge tits in your face, asking in a soft voice why you always look so cute when you are scared. The game never lectures you about it, it just lets you walk straight into that moral swamp and then wallow.

What surprised me is how often the game lets you be kind of romantic and filthy at the same time. One route, I played as this loyal, slightly confused guy who keeps falling for strong women who could literally snap his neck. There was this muscle girl who starts as your bullying personal trainer, always calling you “weakling” and making you do push ups while her cock print is right in front of your nose. Later you share this quiet rooftop scene where she awkwardly admits she likes that you do not run away from her size, then five minutes later she is riding your face so hard the world goes blurry and you can hear neighbors from the next building complaining. The tonal whiplash actually works. One moment you are in a silly dating sim argument about who pays for dinner, the next she is making you lick her sweat off her abs after a workout because “a good boy should not waste protein.” It pretends to be a sandbox, and sometimes that just means you wander around talking to weirdos, getting dragged into scenes with traps in cute outfits or mature women with big asses who use you like a toy and then send you a heart emoji on some fake in-game messenger app that looks suspiciously like WhatsApp. The game laughs at you in little ways: your character model is always a bit too pretty, the dialogue sometimes calls you out for being horny, and the moral questions are never neatly solved. You can join the dominant system or try to tear it down, but either way you are still sucking someone’s cock in a back alley at some point, and the game knows it and kinda winks at you. There is a nasty honesty in that, even when the pacing is all over the place and a few scenes feel like the writer just got distracted and threw in another blowjob. I got annoyed that one route locked me out just because I refused to kneel once, but then the next day I was back, trying again, because I wanted to see how far this cute little femboy could go if he stopped resisting and just let these terrifyingly hot women own him completely.

Your phone buzzes, you open this goofy little mobile game thinking it will be some cheap horny clicker, and suddenly you’re face to face with your childhood friend who did not just “grow up” but basically turned into a walking gym ad with a soft smile. She’s huge in all the best places, thick thighs filling the screen, arms like she could lift a car or you, and yeah, the boobs are basically their own characters. The first thing she does is pull your scrawny nerd body into a hug, crush you against her chest and the game actually lingers on it, like “no, you sit with this, feel how small he is next to her.” It feels half wholesome, half “I might suffocate between these.” The art is 2D but animated enough that small details like flexing biceps and ass jiggle actually matter. That first scene where she picks you up easily while teasing you for being still a twig, then casually asks if you “missed these” while squeezing her tits together? Yeah, that sets the tone.

The structure is simple, but in a way that kind of works for the horny brain. You’re the male protag, total nerd, clearly out of your league, and she knows it. Every interaction is her pushing a little more, like a cat playing with a mouse she’s very fond of. One moment she flicks your forehead for staring at her ass too long, next moment she pretends to be offended and makes you “inspect” her muscles close up to “make sure you appreciate her gains.” There’s a scene where she traps you between her thighs on the sofa just to show off how strong her legs got. You can see the veins, the muscles flex, and the game lets you choose whether you squirm or just accept your fate as thigh pillow. Romance is sprinkled in there, but always tangled with physical contact. She strips down piece by piece, laughing at how red your face gets, grabbing your hands and pressing them to her abs, then lower, then higher. It’s teasing that borders on bullying but you can feel she deeply cares, which makes it even more unfair when she pins you to the bed with one arm like it’s nothing. There’s one interaction where she makes you hold her phone and record as she flexes and twerks right in front of you “for her gym account” and her shorts ride up so far you’re basically filming pure ass. The game lets you zoom in. Of course.

What I liked most is how the femdom vibe isn’t cold or mean, it’s this playful “I’m strong, you’re cute, shut up and let me spoil you” kind of energy. She gropes you almost as much as you grope her, except when she does it, it feels like you’re being checked, tested, measured like a toy. There’s a bit where she makes you count her reps while sitting on her back and you keep losing count because her sweaty top is see-through, so she “punishes” you by flexing in your face and demanding you describe every part of her body in detail, from her big tits to her huge ass, until you’re basically confessing your kinks out loud. The whole thing is horny as hell but strangely sweet too, like the game really wants you to feel safe being manhandled. If you want the most out of it, play with sound on, don’t skip her teasing lines, and lean into the choices that let her take control, because the more you let her lead, the more she presses your face into every thick, soft, overtrained part of her body.

This thing feels like someone smashed a horny VN with a petty revenge fantasy, sprinkled in a bit of Death Note brainrot, then left it in the oven a little too long. You play this smug, bitter dude who calls himself “Koibito”, which is already a red flag, and he gets his hands on a pink notebook that lets him rewrite people’s feelings if he knows their secret trauma. Not “oh no, she stubbed her toe” trauma, I mean actual deep shit. Abuse, shame, fetishes, all the broken stuff people bury and pretend isn’t there. You write her name, write the wound, then basically script her love life like a horny Google Doc. The wild part is how the game jumps from mystery tone to “ok now she’s on her knees” in like two clicks, and somehow it kind of works and kind of feels wrong in the way you open a private chat from years ago and hate yourself but keep scrolling anyway.

Sex-wise, it’s very direct. Big tits, big ass, camera not shy at all. When a girl gets rewritten, her whole vibe changes. One scene you’re watching this serious, sharp-tongued woman tear Koibito apart with words, next scene she’s bent over a desk, eyes glassy, moaning his name like he’s the only person in the universe. Vaginal, riding scenes, faces smashed into pillows, that kind of thing, with those 3D character models that sometimes look incredible and then from one angle the boobs sit like two bowling balls and you wonder if gravity died. The female domination moments are surprisingly fun, too. There are times where Koibito thinks he’s in control and the woman just flips it and sits on his face like he’s furniture, or pins his wrists while still technically being “under” his command. That power struggle has real teeth. It doesn’t feel like soft, fake femdom; some of the girls feel genuinely dangerous, especially this goddess thing hovering around him, watching like a cat staring at a mouse that already lost.

What caught me off guard is the humor. For a dark “rewrite her heart and fuck her” setup, the game throws in these petty, stupid jokes, like Koibito overexplaining why he’s not a creep while literally being the biggest creep in the room. There’s a reference to Tinder that made me choke on my coffee, because it hits a little too close. Also I opened Discord mid-game, totally forgot the window capture was on, and alt-tabbed back to a scene where a monster girl is riding him, drool and cum everywhere, and her tail is moving like it’s got its own agenda. Spent a full minute just staring at the tail animation like “who the hell coded this and why did they put so much effort into this part specifically”. That’s kinda the game in a nutshell: some details are weirdly polished, like tongue movement when she’s licking the tip, or the way her ass jiggles when he pulls out, and then another detail feels half-baked, like a facial expression stuck between horror and horny. The mystery side slowly builds around this detective, Leonor, who’s trying to track what Koibito is doing, and honestly she might be the hottest one just because she looks like she’d step on your neck without the help of any magic notebook. The choices feel heavy when you realize every command is basically you deciding how broken you want these women to be, but most of the time your monkey brain just goes “ok, now make her strip and beg for cock.” It’s wrong, it’s messy, it’s kind of fascinating, and I already know I’m not changing a single fucked up thing about it.

Subject 9 feels like somebody smashed a family vacation movie and a very horny biology experiment together, then forgot to add any shame. You’re this early twenties dude stuck in a mountain cabin for three weeks, “relaxing” with your relatives before your great aunt’s birthday, and it takes about five minutes before you realise this is less Hallmark, more Pornhub search history with a plot. The cabin feels small in a good way, like a pressure cooker. Every room is basically a trap for bad decisions. Morning coffee in the kitchen? Someone walks in with a shirt that clearly lost the war against her tits. Late night in the living room? Yoga pants so tight you can basically read the stitching with your dick. You wander around, talk, poke at choices, and suddenly a harmless “check on her” turns into you pressed against a door, her whispering in your ear, and you trying not to blow your load before the camera even zooms in properly.

What hits first is how thick everyone is. Not “oh she’s curvy” but “God was bored and overfilled every slider”. Huge tits, big soft asses that jiggle when they walk to the fridge, the whole family looking like they escaped from the “do not open at work” folder. You get these slow, teasing scenes where a character leans over the sink, top riding up, the curve of her ass just staring right at you. It’s not subtle. At all. There’s this one shower scene where the steam is still hanging in the air and you catch her drying herself, towel sliding down way too slow. She notices you, smirks, and instead of freaking out, turns her back, spreads her feet slightly and really takes her time. That moment right there, with the water still dripping off her nipples and you stuck between “leave like a good boy” and “stay and watch”, that’s when the game shows its teeth. And then later, you start noticing how often people touch him, how hugs linger, how “we’re family” keeps getting thrown around in a tone that is absolutely not family safe. It’s wrong in that way where your brain says “no” and everything south is just clapping.

The wild part is how lowkey the lesbian stuff sneaks in. It doesn’t scream “hey this is girl on girl now”, it just happens. Two of the women chilling in a bedroom, wine glasses on the nightstand, soft music, gossiping about the guys being idiots. You walk past and hear a moan that definitely isn’t from a funny TikTok. Door cracked open, you get a peek: one of them on the bed, shirt pulled up, the other between her thighs, hair all over the place, hand gripping that thick ass like it’s the last thing on earth. You’re stuck in the hallway, hand on the mouse, trying to decide if you barge in or watch from the shadows like complete trash. The best bit is how the game lets your choices twist the vibe. Be a passive little creep? You get more voyeur shit. Start pushing boundaries? People start pushing back in their own fucked up horny ways. Sometimes the pacing crawls, especially early on when you’re just doing cabin chores and flirting that goes nowhere, but when a scene finally snaps, it really snaps. Titfucking on a couch that was supposed to be for “family movie night”, hips grinding in slow motion, heavy breathing right in your ear, her hand guiding you exactly where she wants. It’s messy, it’s dirty, and half the time you’ll click a line of dialogue that sounds normal and suddenly you’re balls deep in a situation no therapist could fix. Honestly the only thing that annoyed me is how often doors magically stay unlocked when it’s convenient and locked when you’re actually trying to be a perv, but that’s just cabin life, I guess.