This game caught me completely off guard with how horny it gets right from the start. You're Adam, this regular college dude trying to study and work his crappy part-time job, when suddenly boom - there's a literal succubus named Lily standing in your room with massive tits and zero understanding of human boundaries. The groping scenes happen so fast I barely had time to process what was happening before she's already pressing those huge assets against poor Adam while he's trying to explain basic human concepts like "wearing clothes in public." What really gets me is how the game doesn't waste time building up to the sexual tension - Lily's practically climbing all over him from scene one because that's just her nature as a demon who feeds off sexual energy.

The school setting becomes this weird playground where you're constantly worried about Lily causing chaos while trying to blend in. She'll randomly grab Adam's ass during class or start teasing him about his obvious arousal when she's sitting too close. There's this one animated sequence where she's swinging her tail around during a lecture and accidentally... well, let's just say the professor got more than an eyeful. The monster girl aspect really shines through her complete lack of human social norms - she genuinely doesn't understand why humans get embarrassed about sex or why Adam freaks out when she suggests solving his stress with some quick relief right there in the library.

But honestly the mobile format makes some scenes feel rushed? Like there's this whole buildup to Lily learning about human dating customs and then suddenly we're in full makeout mode without much transition. Still, watching Adam try to handle a sex-crazed succubus while maintaining his boring human routine creates some genuinely funny moments between all the explicit stuff. The big ass physics during the animated parts are definitely... noticeable.

You wake up as this so-called “scientist” in a lab that feels more like a horny underground bunker than anything from real science. Outside, the world is going to shit because humans are freaking out over furries, anti-furry mobs hunting them like they’re monsters, and you just decide, yeah, I’ll make my lab a shelter. Not out of kindness, of course. You take them in, Nicole, Diane, random fox girls with tits bigger than their moral compass, Amy Rose walking in like she owns the place, and every single one arrives with some excuse and some trauma. You nod, pretend to be the serious researcher, and then the “tests” start. It feels very wrong in the right way. You watch them through cameras, through glass, pretending you’re checking their vitals while you zoom in on tits bouncing when they masturbate because they think nobody’s looking. Half the interface is just you picking where to look, where to put them, what to make them wear, and I keep thinking “why the fuck is the font so small on these menus” while at the same time, my dick is doing happy jumps. Priorities, right.

Then there is that weird paranoia mechanic with anti-furries sneaking in with “realistic” fursuits, trying to pass as the real thing. It actually makes you look at bodies more carefully, which is kinda hot and kinda creepy. You’re judging every curve, every tail, every ear twitch, wondering if she’s a real fox girl with soft fur and big ass ready to take a creampie, or some asshole in a suit waiting to stab your guests. One scene stuck in my head: Nicole in the shower room, steam covering most of her, only outline of those huge tits and ass visible, and suddenly a small UI popup appears right on her thigh, blocking the exact spot you want to see. Like, who designed that placement? Who hurt you? You also get oral scenes where your choices earlier decide if she does it willingly, shy and playful, or after you pushed her into more rough male domination stuff, like hand on her head, drool all over your cock, her eyes looking up in that “I’m pretending to hate it” way. It makes everything very personal, but sometimes the game then dumps a chunky text box in the middle of the blowjob like a boring visual novel, and I just want a simple toggle in options to hide that trash.

Accessibility wise, yeah, this thing needs work. No separate text scaling, no colorblind consideration, tiny checkboxes that look like they’ve been drawn by SCP‑1471 in a hangover mood. You can’t rebind half the keys, and for someone like me who plays one-handed more often than not, that’s annoying as hell. There is an exhibitionism angle where you purposely send your furry girl out into semi-open corridors, cameras everywhere, other characters walking by pretending not to stare while she “tests” a toy on a bench, legs spread, pussy dripping, and the game actually plays with voyeurism quite nicely. You stand in the control room, watching multiple screens, swapping between a fox girl giving you a lazy handjob on your lap and another character being sexually harassed in a corridor by an anti-furry who slipped through. Part of me wants better UI contrast, bigger subtitles, proper audio sliders that don’t hide in some random submenu. Part of me doesn’t care at all when Diane is on her knees, lipstick ruined, your cum leaking from her mouth after a forced deepthroat, while alarms flash in the background about a security breach you never check because, well, porn. The dystopian war outside becomes just noise, a kind of excuse so you can keep dragging scared but horny furries into “safe” rooms and use them however you marked them in your logbook. I still hate that little notification sound it makes every single time a new event pops up, though. Never found the toggle for that. Still bothers me.

Matsuda looks like that guy you see on LinkedIn who has everything: sharp suit, neat hair, arrogant little smile that says “partner track”. In this game, you slide into his skin and realize pretty fast that all that polished surface hides a man who never actually lived. He sold his youth, his hobbies, his stupid crushes, all of it, just to grind cases and billable hours. Now he finally has the big salary, the fancy apartment, and this seriously gorgeous wife with curves that just make you stop and stare, and that’s exactly where everything starts to rot from the inside. You don’t play a hero here. You play a man who realizes he might be losing the only thing that actually matters, and he notices it when her skirt gets shorter, her lipstick gets darker, and her eyes don’t stay on him anymore.

The whole thing feels quiet at first, like a small crack. She leans over the table and that ass just fills your view, and you get this little text from her: “Going out with friends tonight.” You know that’s nothing, right? Just friends. But the game keeps pushing tiny moments on you. A lingering smell of cheap male cologne when she hugs you. Her phone lighting up, and she turns it face down too fast. She comes home late, hair messed, stockings a bit torn, complaining she’s “tired” and falls straight into bed without letting you touch those ridiculous tits that used to bounce for you on the couch. Audible’s open on your phone but you’re not listening; you’re just staring at her from the hallway wondering who’s making her moan now. You start noticing how the camera loves her body more than it loves yours. Her hips, the soft way her breasts spill out of a half-buttoned shirt, the tiny wet marks that sometimes show on her panties when she thinks you’re not looking. At one point there is this scene where she is standing at the balcony, texting, and the text choices you get are things like “Ask gently” or “Pretend you don’t care”, and whichever you pick, it still feels like your balls are slowly being crushed. Sex still happens, but it’s different. She rides you with her mind somewhere else, biting her lip like she’s replaying something someone else did to her. You can feel every second of that. The game is not shy at all with the physical stuff. You see the way her ass jiggles when another man grabs her, the way she opens her legs in a car seat that is clearly not yours, the detail when she’s finally getting pounded and you’re not even in the room. Sometimes you just sit there, clicking, watching her get her pussy stretched and soaked by someone who doesn’t even know her middle name, and the worst part is how the protagonist still calls her “my wife” like that means anything. The scenes hit harder because they don’t always scream about it; sometimes the most brutal moment is just her walking past you with that freshly fucked glow on her skin, smelling like sweat and sex that is not yours, and you know exactly what she’s been doing without one word being said. It’s mean. It’s hot. It’s miserable. It’s the kind of story that leaves you half hard, half sick, staring at your screen like, “Yeah, I would still forgive her.”

Roger is supposed to be the good boy on vacation, nose in the books, trying to claw his way into uni with a scholarship. Instead he ends up in this weird horny summer bubble where “studying” means Julia from next door bending over his desk in shorts way too tight and asking him if he remembers what she explained. Of course he doesn’t. Nobody remembers basic math when her tits are basically on the page. The game leans hard into this whole private-tutor fantasy, but what I liked is that Julia isn’t just some airhead porn MILF copy. She actually quizzes him, teases him when he fails, then “rewards” correct answers with stuff that would get every real teacher fired in about two minutes. One moment she’s going through exercises, next moment she’s guiding his hand under her top like it’s a totally normal step in the learning plan. It feels like one of those summers that screw up your whole idea of what “first love” is supposed to look like. You can be half focused on a physics problem and half focused on not blowing your load while she strokes your cock with her foot under the table. Multitasking, I guess.

The fun really kicks in when she starts “training” him for dates with her friend Andrea. She treats it like a project. Roleplay practice on the couch, fake flirting, her sitting on his lap showing him what to do with his hands, even commenting on his kissing like she’s grading homework. Then she actually sets up those dates for real and watching Roger fuck it up, then slowly get better, is strangely cute and also filthy as hell. Andrea is more shy at first, more sweet, but once Julia nudges her over the edge the whole thing turns into this messy triangle where everyone kind of knows what’s going on and nobody wants to say it out loud. You can have these scenes where Julia is “supervising” from the background, pretending she’s just helping out, while she’s clearly getting off on seeing Roger with her friend. There’s a part where he’s alone with Andrea on a bench outside at night, hands under her skirt, and you just know Julia is somewhere nearby, watching from the balcony, touching herself quietly. The game doesn’t even hide it, it just cuts between them and lets you enjoy this half-romantic, half-creepy voyeur vibe. By the time you get to things like messy blowjob practice, slick titfucks on the couch, or those nights where Andrea is riding him while Julia slips in and pushes it further, it stops being “study help” and more like a porn curriculum she built because she never really planned to share him at all. Except she still does. Sometimes. Depending how you play it. And somehow between all the dick-in-every-hole chaos, the game still manages to sell the idea that Julia and Roger are actually falling for each other, which is both hot and a little fucked, like a lesson nobody should really learn but everyone kinda wants to.