Sam walks into this summer thinking he’s just crashing at some random house, and then realizes it’s Michael’s place, the guy who used to fuck his mom and kind of fucked up his childhood a bit too. That alone already feels messy in a good way, because the game doesn’t treat him like a cardboard porn hero. He’s awkward, petty, horny, confused, all in the same scene. One moment he’s remembering how much he hated this man, the next he’s catching himself staring at Michael’s back when he bends over in the kitchen, noticing how broad it got, how tight that shirt sits, and pretending it’s not happening. The writing leans heavily into that “I shouldn’t want this, but my cock disagrees” mood. There’s a shot where Michael walks past him with just a towel and you can practically feel the air choke in Sam’s throat. No cheesy fanfare, just that slow eye-line drifting down, catching the bulge, then snapping back up like nothing happened. It’s horny, but it’s also painfully human in that stupid, familiar way: wanting the one person you’re absolutely not supposed to touch.

What surprised me is how the game uses its pretty slick 3D-style CG not to show everything at once, but to make every little contact feel heavier than it is. A hand on the shoulder lingers too long. Knees brushing on the couch. A hug that’s a bit too tight for “ex-stepdad and kid he barely knows.” And then the other guys show up. There’s this furry dude with a huge ass that looks ridiculous and perfect at the same time, and the camera knows it. The game is not shy at all about Sam’s gaze; you’re constantly pushed into his POV, tracking body parts, tongues, fingers, cocks, like an academic study that got lost and became porn. Oral scenes in particular have this lingering focus on lips and spit, like the dev actually likes mouths and not just penetration. When things finally escalate and you get anal on screen, it’s not some instant porn logic. They build the tension with small touches and loaded dialogue, so when Sam finally ends up spread and filled, or doing the filling, it feels like a line being crossed, not just a checkbox. Animated loops kick in during the hotter moments, and while they’re not ultra-polished, the slightly stiff motion almost fits the tone: imperfect, a bit clumsy, like people actually fucking instead of posing for a catalog. The optional choices around who Sam flirts back with, which guy he lets get closer, let you nudge him toward your favorite flavor of disaster, whether that’s the older guy he’s supposed to resent, the sexy anthropomorphic hunk with that absurd bubble butt, or some mix that turns his “summer before uni” into a quietly filthy coming-out spiral he never planned for.

Game feels like someone mashed together a horny fairy tale and a hospital drama, then forgot to clean the edges. You start as this guy who looks older than he should, like life already kicked him in the balls a few times before the story even begins. Doctors poked you, scanned you, gave you long words that sound fake, but in the end you just go home to that small apartment with your aunt who is way too hot to be just background character. The game knows it too. Camera loves her. Every time she leans over the table, the focus is on those huge tits pressed against some cheap house clothes that look two sizes too small. She treats you like fragile glass, touches your face, strokes your hair, hugs you a bit too long, and the MC is just stuck between "she raised me" and "I really want to grab that ass". That awkward line is where most of the tension sits, and it works, even when it kind of shouldn't.

Story pretends to be serious at first. Talks about sickness, about being tired, about days feeling the same. Then out of nowhere you get these weird moments, like time slowing down, or you staring at people and seeing something flicker around them. There is a scene where you watch your aunt talking to some stranger at the door and the screen lingers on her chest rising and falling while the text goes on about "something strange in the air" and I was there thinking yeah, I can see what is strange, buddy. You catch yourself spying on her more and more, like when she thinks you are asleep and she changes clothes, and the camera hides behind the door frame while she pulls up her top and those massive boobs just spill out in soft light from the corridor. The writing calls it "accidentally witnessing" but come on, you clicked that choice on purpose. Sometimes the internal monologue tries to be deep, like talking about mortality and fear, then next line is literally you wondering how her nipples taste. It is messy, but in a way that feels honest, like an actual horny brain with anxiety.

There are a few moments that stuck to my head. One is on the couch, you lying with your head in her lap while she massages your scalp and watches some stupid show. Her shirt rides up, your cheek almost brushes the underside of her breast, and you get that small menu where you can just stay still, "shift a little," or straight up try to sneak a hand higher on her thigh. I picked the middle one, expecting nothing, and the game did this tiny thing where she pauses, glances down at you, smiles in this sad way and says you must be uncomfortable, then adjusts you, pressing your head closer between her thighs like she has no idea what that does to you. Of course she knows. Another scene, you catch her in the bathroom, door not fully closed, water running. She bends over the sink, no bra, only panties, and you see everything from behind through the gap. No big music, no special effect, just this long, silent view while text asks if you should look away. I actually laughed, because there was no chance I was clicking "respect her privacy" after that slow pan. The game can be clumsy like that, asking you to be pure after sending her jugs bouncing in your face five times already.

I wish the pacing was cleaner, but also if they "fixed" it, it would lose that strange, horny daydream vibe. One moment you think you are unlocking epic supernatural stuff, the next you are stuck in a kitchen scene where she keeps teasing you by "innocently" brushing her big tits against your back while reaching for a plate. It is almost like the story forgets it is about magic or power and just goes, nah, let's watch auntie bend over in yoga pants again. Sometimes the lighting on her skin looks crazy real in one shot, then weird and plastic in the next, like they changed style halfway and never looked back. I kept Alt-Tabbing to Telegram to answer people and then jumping back just to stare at her walking around the apartment again, so whatever they did, it worked on me. The teasing is mean in a good way too: a lot of groping that "just happens", your hand slipping when she helps you stand up, her pretending not to notice while clearly pushing her chest into it. At one point she guides your hand herself under the blanket "to warm up" and then never comments, which is insane and also exactly the kind of thing that keeps you thinking about it later when you should be doing something else. I kinda hate that some choices feel like they change everything and then nothing really shifts after, but then she leans over again, those big tits right there, and suddenly I forget what I was even complaining about.

There’s this white‑haired guy, looks like he escaped from three different games at once and got stuck in a horny fanfic, and somehow it works. You’re in his skin, mostly in first person, which hits different when Furina is breathing too close and 2B is giving you that deadpan “I could kill you or ride you, haven’t decided” stare. It plays like a romance VN that forgot to be shy. Instead of slow burn, it’s more like “ok, here’s the awkward flirting, click twice, now here’s her pinning you against a wall because you picked the smartass answer in the dialogue choice.” Half the time I felt like I was scrolling a horny Discord RP that upgraded into something with actual routes and CGs.

What I really like is how the crossover stuff doesn’t feel like a cheap cosplay mashup. Furina still has that drama queen energy, talking like the whole world is watching, and then five lines later she’s blushing while basically begging you to keep touching her. One scene in the fountain area actually made me stop and grin like idiot: you tease her about being “too loud for public” and the game actually lets you choose if you want to keep pushing or back off, and the two paths aren’t just a tiny text swap. On the push route she ends up half sitting on the edge, legs shaking, trying to hold character as the proud archon type while you’ve got your hand between her thighs under the water. On the gentler route she softens so hard it feels like a different girl, hugging your arm and quietly asking if you’ll stay. I kind of hate that the game is this good at making me care and also making me hard. It’s rude.

The 2B content is colder, more clinical, but then she starts to crack. There’s this locker‑room style area where she’s supposed to be “running diagnostics” on your body. It starts all professional, scanning your muscles, posture, whatever. Then you pick the slightly cocky “guess I pass your inspection?” choice and she just kneels, checks how “responsive” you are with her mouth, still talking about efficiency and optimal stimulation like she’s reading a manual, but her lips are getting sloppy and she forgets to keep that perfect soldier demeanor. The POV angle makes it feel way too personal, especially when she looks up and asks if she should prioritize your pleasure or data collection, and you know the wrong answer is going to lock you out of some later scene, yet you still hesitate. The romance side is actually softer than I expected, small hand touches, jealous looks between the two heroines when they think you’re not paying attention. I wish the menus were less clunky though, those tiny buttons feel like mobile game leftovers and it annoys me way more than it should. Also the transitions sometimes stutter for no reason, like the game is catching its breath after the same way you are. But then Furina starts a stupid argument over nothing, 2B calls her illogical, and both of them end up competing to see who can make you cum harder, and suddenly I forget I was going to complain about anything at all.

You wake up on this flying steel hotel called HMS Yuritopia, officially as “new fighter pilot”, unofficially as “dude dropped into a horny anime base”. The whole thing has this weird mood where half your brain is going “ok, we have mission briefings and air combat to worry about” and the other half is looking at the Seraph Squadron girls in their tight uniforms and thinking about literally anything except safety protocols. It starts pretty tame, just chatter in the hangar, some teasing, a bit of MC awkwardness, you picking dialogue options and trying not to sound like a complete idiot. Then very quietly the game puts your dick on a rails and goes, yeah, this is about sex, romance, and also jets, try to keep up.

What I like is how it doesn’t shove you straight into porn from line one. You flirt, you pick sides, you piss someone off by choosing the “cool” answer that actually lands as cringe, and the game remembers it. One scene you’re in the cockpit, comms crackling, adrenaline going nuts while you chase bogeys over some nameless ocean, and then later you’re in the locker room with one of the girls, the air still buzzing from the mission, her boots half unlaced, her flight suit hanging loose from her waist. She lifts her foot onto the bench, starts smirking down at you, and suddenly you’re on your knees, cheek pressed to her thigh, tasting sweat and soap while she rubs her toes along your lips like she owns your mouth. She doesn’t even need to say “good dog”, you feel it. The game loves that kind of power imbalance, like constant little reminders that yeah, you’re the pilot, but they’re the real aces here, especially when it comes to your body.

At some point you end up in this semi-private observation deck, glass all around, stars and clouds outside, and one of them decides to use you as her stress relief. She sits on your face while the ship hums around you, legs clamped tight, voice dripping trash talk. She calls you pathetic in one line and then fingers your hair in the next, sighs like she’s actually proud you know how to use your tongue. You can feel her heels against your back, pressing, like she’s pinning you there so you don’t even think about breathing before she’s finished. Later, another route, you’re in her cabin, lights low, she makes you sit on the floor between her knees while she lazily strokes you with one hand and pats your head with the other, talking in that soft pilot briefing tone about how “a good subordinate obeys every order”. The handjob is slow and almost painfully controlled, she stops right before you cum just to tilt your chin up with her toes and ask if you deserve it. That’s the kind of mean that sticks in your brain. And then somewhere else, way less dramatic, you’re just in the mess hall, talking shit about loadouts and missions, and two girls are basically flirting with each other over your plate like you’re just background furniture, brushing each other’s fingers, trading little looks, and it’s somehow hotter than the obvious blowjob scene that comes later in the corridors when one of them drags you behind a bulkhead, drops to her knees, and uses you to wipe that smug smile off your face, except it doesn’t work because now you’re the one whimpering against the wall, trying not to make noise while she dribbles spit down your shaft and laughs quietly every time your hips jerk. The whole thing feels like romantic drama and horny barracks gossip got locked together in a cabin, and you’re the idiot who knocked on the door at the worst possible moment.