You come back to your hometown like some half-broken stray dog, pretending it’s a “fresh start” when actually it feels more like the universe dragging you back by the collar. New school, familiar streets, same old dirty brain. The game leans hard into that mix of normal teenage school life and quiet filth humming under everything. Classrooms, corridors, rooftops, locker rooms, all these places that look innocent if you squint and then you notice how the girls bend over the desks, how their skirts ride up just a bit too high, how you can “accidentally” brush against them in a crowd and they react in that way that makes you doubt if it was really an accident at all. Or maybe you know it wasn’t.

The art is actually weirdly charming. Not perfect, some faces look a bit off, some poses feel like the artist’s hand got tired halfway, but that gives it personality. The big tits are not just big; they have weight and attitude. A mature teacher leaning over you, her blouse straining, a soft bounce when she straightens, the faint line of sweat between them after standing in front of the board too long. She acts strict, but the way her eyes linger on you is not teacher-like at all. I really like how the game plays with that tension: she’s supposed to scold you for being distracted, but she is the distraction. Or maybe I just have issues, which is also possible. One moment you’re listening to some boring school drama, next moment you’re pressing a milf against the wall in an empty office and groping her ass like you own the place. The fantasy side of it slips in slowly: the “power” you get doesn’t just let you throw fireballs or something stupid, it lets you twist situations, nudge emotions, tilt the balance so that a simple look becomes an order and a shy girl suddenly stops resisting your wandering hands. That little spark where consent blurs into obedience is the whole erotic engine here, and the game knows it very well.

What kept me there longer than I want to admit was the voyeur thing. You’re in this school that pretends to be safe, and you find yourself peeking through doors, catching girls changing, noticing how they touch themselves when they think no one can see. There is a scene in the bathrooms where the sound design does more work than the visuals: you hear soft moans through a thin wall and you decide if you burst in, watch quietly, or use your little supernatural edge to push things further. I actually spent too long watching one side character who almost never speaks, just because of the way she sits by the window in class, her skirt sliding up, thigh exposed, lost in her own horny little world, now and then glancing at you like she knows you can read her thoughts. Funny thing, the romance bits sometimes feel more intimate than the outright porn. Walking home with a girl after school, your hand brushing hers over and over, her cheeks red, and then when you finally grab her wrist and pull her into a dark alley, all that slow sweetness flips into rough kissing, your fingers digging under her bra, her breath catching as you push her back against the cold brick. It’s romantic and trashy at the same time. Some routes feel like a harem slowly forming around you, every woman orbiting your power and your dick, but there are also these little quiet moments that almost make you forget you’re playing a power fantasy. Almost. Then you’re using your superhuman influence to make the proud class rep drop to her knees in a locked classroom, tears in her eyes, lipstick smeared, and all that “fresh start” bullshit proves itself to be exactly what it always was: an excuse to fuck your way through your past. Honestly, the save menu design irritates me more than any moral issue, but that’s another story.

TableTop BornStar is that kind of filth that pretends to be a respectable “board game experiment” and then just drags you into a slow, dirty corruption trip where you end up clicking “yes” to things you swore you wouldn’t. You’re this washed-up talent agent stuck in his office with an ankle bracelet, basically a horny goblin in a cheap suit, and you’ve got Mary Jane on the phone and in your cams, this adorable country girl who thinks Hollywood is about “art” and “dreams” and has no idea what cumshot even means yet. Every turn is dice and cards and little choices that feel small, like “take this photoshoot” or “meet this producer” or “try this new ‘acting exercise’ that just happens to involve a vibrator under the table”. Then ten turns later she’s doing anal for a low-budget indie “thriller” and you’re like, ok, maybe that one friendly massage suggestion was the start of a very long fall. It’s fun how the management side is just enough to feel like you’re actually running some crooked porn empire from your phone while you’re on the toilet, checking stats like “fame” and “innocence” and “kink” like it’s a spreadsheet, except the spreadsheet moans and asks if you like her new lingerie.

What really got me addicted is how the game keeps throwing you these decisions that sound sweet or romantic, then immediately gives you a way nastier branch if you’re in the mood to be a complete bastard. You can play the nice manager, hold her hand (and yeah, later, more than hand) and try to keep things “classy”, take her on slow-burn romance scenes, oral under the desk, soft cuddling after a creampie, all that fake Hollywood love story vibe. Or you can push her into exhibitionist gigs where she’s stripping in a cheap club with drunk assholes grabbing her big ass, backstage masturbation sessions just to “relax before the take”, weird board game events where a card suddenly lets you suggest a lesbian scene with her roommate and the only thing stopping you is your own conscience, which you probably left at the title screen. I had one run where she started in this cute sundress, barely kissing anyone, next thing she’s on a casting couch with three guys, toys involved, you’re watching from a camera like some happy little voyeur, and the game just shrugs like, “Hey, you rolled the card.” Then another run I tried to be more caring, focused on romance, and still somehow ended up with pregnancy drama and her asking if you’ll stay with her while she’s rubbing her belly and offering you a footjob because “you helped her so much”. Completely fucked up in the best way.

What I didn’t expect is how funny it is sometimes. There’s these stupid jokes about Hollywood, failed movies, directors who think they’re geniuses because they added one artsy black-and-white sex scene, and your character is just roasting everyone while also setting up gangbang auditions. The humor kind of hides how rough some choices are. One card event I got had Mary Jane doing a “serious” acting workshop which turns into blindfolded “trust exercises”, and the sound of the dice roll made me way more nervous than it should. Speaking of sounds, the audio is surprisingly decent: little gasps when you push her too far, slaps during spanking scenes that feel almost too real on headphones, wet sucking during oral that made me close other tabs fast so nobody hears. I wish there was a bit more variety in some moans, sometimes they loop in a way that made me think my browser bugged out, but I still kept playing, so whatever. The animated bits are short, kind of rough, but that fits the late 90s Hollywood trash vibe, like watching old bootleg porn tapes someone recorded over daytime TV. And those multiple endings sneak up on you: one time she was broken, fully corrupted and still smiling on red carpets, another time she was this successful “serious actress” who secretly sends you nudes between shoots, and I’m pretty sure there’s at least one path where you actually don’t ruin her completely, but I keep accidentally pulling cards with sex toys and group sex offers, so maybe I’m the problem, not the game.

Silvergate City looks normal when you first load in, just another campus with horny students and some hot teachers walking around, but this thing is basically built like a porn version of Twitch meets a trashy harem anime. You’re this guy trying to blow up as a streamer while juggling college, and it sounds kinda cringe until you realize every “stream event” is just an excuse to shove you into new situations with thick milfs and stacked classmates who apparently don’t know what a bra is. One minute you’re sitting in a boring lecture pretending to take notes, next minute your prof bends over the desk to “explain the material” and the camera in your bag is still on. The game leans hard into that school fantasy where nobody acts like a real adult and everybody’s down for some stupid risky shit in the hallway. It’s not subtle. Passed-out subtlety in a locker somewhere.

What actually hooked me is how your streaming career and your sex life are kind of the same thing. You pick what kind of content you do, who appears with you on camera, how far you go, and suddenly you’re not just unlocking scenes, you’re building a reputation. Do you become that dude who only collabs with older women with fat asses and that “I should know better” look, or do you play the nice guy for the shy girl with giant tits who secretly wants to ride you on a classroom chair after everyone leaves? Some choices feel small at first, like changing the title of a stream from “Study With Me” to something way filthier, then you see it pay off later when a milf from town goes “oh, I saw that video of you” and then she starts locking the shop door behind you. I had one run where I was trying to romance this one girl properly, like flowers and slow flirting and all, and at the same time I was banging her neighbor during “late night Q&A”. The game doesn’t slap your hand for it, it just quietly sets you up for that moment where both of them realize they’ve been watching your streams. That whole scene in the dorm corridor, when notifications keep popping on your phone while you’re still half naked, was messy in a fun, stupid way.

It calls itself an adventure and yeah, it actually kind of feels like one, mostly because you’re wandering around trying to figure out which place hides the next horny event. You might be going to the gym thinking you’ll just grind stats, then boom, trainer with a ridiculous ass starts “correcting” your squat form and you can practically feel her pressing against you even though it’s just 2D. There’s humor all over, sometimes it works, sometimes it lands like a dead fish. There’s this one recurring joke about your chat spamming dumb emotes whenever something sexy happens, and at first I laughed, then by the twentieth time I wanted to strangle imaginary viewers, but whatever, I still kept reading them. The game loves to tease, make you wait for that full-on scene, then just when you think it will blueball you again, it lets you pin a milf against the washing machines in the dorm laundry or sneak under a teacher’s desk while she’s pretending to be strict. The writing swings between goofy and surprisingly hot, like it can go from meme-level jokes to a really detailed blowjob description in one click. It’s not classy, it doesn’t try to be, but if you’re into juggling multiple lovers, watching your choices slowly snowball into a messy harem where everybody knows you from your streams, and seeing big asses and bigger tits squeezed into “totally not school appropriate” outfits, this thing gets pretty filthy in the best kind of trashy way.

You sit in this quiet little interview room, but everything feels wrong in a good, dirty way. The girl in front of you looks real enough, moves her big tits when she laughs, shifts in the chair so her huge ass presses against the fabric, but you know she’s about to stop being “human” and turn into a digital toy for horny people with too much money. That’s the whole job: before they upload her mind, memories, secret kinks and all, you poke around in her head and decide what kind of slutty version of her gets saved. It sounds very sci-fi and high concept, but honestly it feels like you’re just the horny HR guy of the future, sitting with your tablet, pretending to be professional while her voiced reactions keep giving you semi every two minutes. She talks, moans, breathes into the mic, reacts when you ask something risky, and every answer can go honest or fake, pure or totally corrupted, and the game quietly tracks it while you sweat. Sometimes she smiles too sweet and you just know she’s lying, but still you push that “continue” because her lips just moved in that slow, teasing animation and your brain turns to goo.

The fun part is you’re not just clicking through a script. You choose what to ask, which buttons to press, physically and emotionally. Go gentle and she tries to stay a “good girl”, future-wifey material, soft teasing, almost wholesome, at least for porn logic. Push the dirtier routes and she starts confessing stuff that sounds like she never told anyone before, like cheating stories she tries to justify, or how she used to use her body to get what she wants. The corruption isn’t instant; it crawls in slowly, question by question. Suddenly she’s describing how she rode some guy in a backseat and you see this quick little animation of her bouncing, tits going up and down, and the game pretends it’s just a “visual aid” from the AI system, but come on. You're there to watch that loop over and over. It almost feels like the computer itself is getting horny, because the more you push her into slut territory, the more explicit the AI-generated images get, like the system is auto-filling gaps from her mind with its own dirty imagination. Sometimes the picture is a bit weird, like her face slightly off, but that kind of fits the vibe. Future porn is a bit broken, and that’s hot somehow.

I like that she reacts to how you act. Ask her something sweet after you were a total asshole earlier and she’ll sound confused, like “now you care?”, with this nervous little laugh that feels way too real. Other times she leans into it: once I pushed every shady choice I saw, made her admit she slept with a married guy, then kept drilling on the cheating angle, and when the honesty bar was high enough she suddenly dropped this whole confession about seducing her friend’s husband while the friend slept in the next room. The voice cracked a little on the word “sorry”. That hit different. The game gives you these micro moments, a certain look in her eyes, a longer breath before answering, a shy smile after she says something filthy, and you forget you’re basically just doing a multiple-choice test with porn on top. Also, side rant: whoever decided the text box sometimes covers a bit of boob at the bottom, I hate you, I respect you, but I hate you. I sat there, trying to read about her “deep emotional conflict” while being mildly angry that areola alignment was blocked. Anyway, if you’re the type who likes to save the best looping GIFs from hentai scenes, this thing is like a factory for that. You replay not because of some “perfect ending” nonsense, but because you want to see what she sounds like when she fully gives in, or what the AI shows when you turn her into the dirtiest version of herself the system can legally sell. And maybe you poke the honest options again afterward, pretend she’s still innocent, even when you already saw what she looks like when she’s bent over on that digital sofa, begging the invisible client for a second round.

This one hits you in the face right from the menu. No slow tease, no soft intro, just angry incel energy pointed straight at this stacked milf who had the bad luck to end up on the wrong side of their little revenge fantasy. The whole thing feels like some twisted porn livestream where you’re stuck behind the main camera, forced to watch while she gets dragged through one degrading setup after another. You’re not some heroic savior either. The game clearly expects you to enjoy the shit going down, and it does not pretend it’s anything else. That honesty is kind of fucked up, kind of refreshing, depends on your mood.

What sells it is how much it leans into humiliation and control. The guys are not suave, not “alpha chads”, just bitter creeps who finally got power and use it in the worst possible way. They shove phones in her face, make her suck cock while she’s crying, then force the camera closer so you see every messy string of spit and drool hanging from her lips. There’s this one scene in a parking lot where they push her against a car, yank up her skirt and take turns using her like free public entertainment. Cars drive by, a couple of NPCs look over, nobody helps, and the camera just keeps rolling. At some point one dude grabs her jaw, opens her mouth wide and makes her stare into the lens with full-on ahegao while they’re still balls deep inside her. It feels disgusting and hot at the same time, like watching a trashy camshow that started as a prank and went completely off the rails.

Sex on camera is a constant thing here. A lot of the domination is about “everyone will see you like this” more than just physical pain. They film her choking on cock, snot running down her face, mascara fucked, then show her the recording while she’s stuck with a dick in her ass, and threaten to leak it if she doesn’t obey. The public stuff ramps up too. She’s shoved onto benches, bent over railings, dragged to some dirty stairwell and used like a free-use toy while phones are out and guys shout orders. Anal gets treated like some kind of punishment, they save it for when she resists too much. One time they spit on her asshole, push in without warning while another guy makes her deepthroat on camera, so you hear her gag while you see her hips jerk forward. The whole “incels unleash hell” premise actually fits, it feels more like watching a hate crime that somebody jerked off to than a normal porn plot. If that sentence sounds appealing, you’re the exact target. If not, you’re probably going to close the tab halfway through the first public use scene and pretend you never clicked it.

Damian comes back to Milfheim with that fake “I’m a responsible college guy now” energy, but the game never really treats him like some heroic main character. He’s just this tall, slightly awkward dude who suddenly finds himself living in a house where every quiet moment feels loaded. The first breakfast with Helen already feels too intimate. She moves around the kitchen in this soft home dress that hugs her huge tits in that lazy, accidental way, bending a little too far when she brings him the toast. There’s this short animation of her chest lightly bouncing when she turns, and it’s not some cartoony jiggle either, it has weight, like whoever made it actually stares at boobs in real life. Damian pretends to check his phone while his eyes very obviously follow her ass when she walks away. The camera angle is rude in the best way, sliding just behind her, like you’re the pervert hiding in the hallway.

What really worked for me is how the game keeps using space. Corridors, door frames, that narrow little staircase, the balcony where laundry is hanging. It weaponizes small distances. Helen brushing past him “by accident” in the hallway, her hip pressing against his crotch for half a second too long. You get these looping animated moments of contact, like her hand on his thigh while she laughs at some college story, fingers spreading just a bit, not quite groping, but clearly not innocent. Then two scenes later she’s acting like a strict landlady, arms crossed, tits squeezed up, scolding him for not cleaning his room, and you suddenly notice how the blouse pulls across her nipples when she’s annoyed. It’s not subtle, but it’s also not just porn-on-rails. There’s voyeur stuff slipping in all over the place. Damian “accidentally” sees her in the bathroom through a half-open door, steam everywhere, her big ass outlined as she leans over the sink, towel struggling to stay closed. The game lets you linger on that shot with a tiny idle animation where the fabric slowly slides down her hip, just a couple pixels at a time, very slow, too slow, like it wants you to squint at every curve. I actually got annoyed the first time because I expected something to happen faster, but then I found myself rewatching that same loop like three times, just to see the way the light hits the wet skin. Stupid, but it works.

School setting stuff creeps in mostly when he goes out, which I liked more than I expected. It’s not the usual “harem parade in uniforms” thing. There is this one scene where he’s sitting in a classroom after hours, just empty desks and sunset outside, and a woman with a very teacher vibe leans over his shoulder to “check his notes”. She’s clearly older, not as soft as Helen, and the camera really takes its time on the way her blouse gaps when she bends. You see that line between her tits, the bra barely holding them, and his eyes flick up and down in these tiny animations, like he’s fighting himself and losing. She notices, smiles, and instead of calling him out, she guides his hand with this completely unnecessary full-body contact. Her ass presses against the edge of the desk, and your view just ends up framed between her breasts and her hips, like you’re trapped in this warm, slightly perfume-heavy bubble. The teasing is constant. A hand “helping” him adjust his tie that stays on his chest way too long, a “massage” after he complains about studying that turns into her fingers digging into his thighs, sliding higher, then stopping exactly where you start to think “ok, now she’ll grab his cock”. But she doesn’t, not yet. It drove me crazy once or twice, because sometimes I just wanted someone to stop playing and just shove his face into that huge milf cleavage and be done with it. But at the same time, the slow build with all the groping, the half-accidental touches, the glances from across the room, it sticks in your brain more than a simple blowjob scene. They do have oral too, and when it happens, it hits harder because you watched this woman pretend to be “proper” for hours of play. Watching that calm, polite expression melt while she’s on her knees, lips stretched around him, mascara starting to smear a bit, feels like you finally broke something delicate. I kind of wish the game didn’t cut away right after the swallow animation that one time, I wanted like five more seconds, but it never gives it. And somehow that missing piece makes me remember it more.

Hot, messy summer in Danville, but not the one Disney wrote, yeah? In this one you slip into Phineas’ place, except now he’s grown, bored, horny, and way too aware that every woman around him is stacked and kind of a walking problem. The tone hits that dumb summer vibe pretty well: sun, lazy days, stupid jokes, and then suddenly you’re in this “how did I end up with my face between her thighs” situation that somehow feels like it escalated naturally. It’s a Ren’Py visual novel, so you’re reading, clicking, choosing, and watching the chaos pile up. Nothing fancy with gameplay tricks, just choices piling on top of each other until you’re in a different bed than last time. Story jumps between silly parody humor and “oh wow that’s actually hot” pretty fast. One moment Phineas is cracking some half-assed reference to “inators,” next you’re watching Isabella pin him to the couch and ride him slow, whispering that she’s been waiting since “way before this dumb summer,” and he finally shuts up for once.

The fun part is how twisted the family side gets. Candace is still Candace, but now she’s legal, frustrated, and absolutely done with nobody taking her seriously. You can play her scenes light and jokey, like teasing her until she snaps and drags you to her room, or you can lean into this slightly darker, more desperate vibe where she knows this stuff is wrong but she pushes anyway. There’s this one branch where she comes into Phineas’ room late, complaining about mom, then suddenly sits on his lap and starts grinding through her shorts, pretending she just wants attention. He tries to talk, she just reaches back, opens his zipper, and the script really lingers on the awkward, guilty silence before she actually sinks down on his cock. No romantic speech, just heavy breathing and a lot of “don’t say anything, just fuck me.” That scene stuck with me more than the big jokes.

Linda is pure milf fuel, by the way. The game doesn’t even play subtle with her. Loose house clothes, wine glass always somewhere, and that “I know exactly what you’re doing, but I’m not stopping you” attitude. In one path she walks in while you’re making out with someone on the couch, pretends she doesn’t notice, then later corners you in the kitchen. She leans forward, her tits obviously squeezed by the shirt, and says something like, “If you’re going to act like an adult, at least learn how to satisfy one.” Next click she’s on her knees between your legs, stroking you slow while lecturing you like it’s some very serious sex lesson. When you finally slide into her, the writing stops being goofy and just gets dirty: full-on wet squelching, her ass slapping against you, her calling you “baby” in that way that sounds way too erotic from your own mom. It’s wrong, it’s exactly what players come here for, and the game knows it. The whole vibe is like a lazy horny summer where every day could end with you balls-deep in either your “friend,” your sister, or your own mother, depending which dialogue option you poked half a scene ago. Comedy, porn, parody, all mixed without pretending to be respectable.

This one starts like some horny Erasmus fantasy that went completely off the rails. You’re this Italian guy dumped in Japan, and the whole thing leans hard into the “foreign dude in a place where he shouldn’t be this cocky” vibe. He’s not some shy herbivore either, more like a walking Roman ego with a nice accent and way too much confidence for his own good. The game really pushes that feeling that he’s hunting, not waiting. Every time you think he’ll back off from a married woman, or a woman clearly too mature for his level, he just… doesn’t. He treats every new apartment, workplace corridor, and tiny Tokyo side street like it’s some old Roman province that needs to be “conquered”, which sounds cringe, but it actually works because half the time you’re laughing at how far he goes. Then suddenly there’s this scene where the mood switches and the flirting hits way harder than it should, and you catch yourself actually caring if she replies to his late-night message.

The women here are the real reason to stay, obviously. Classic Japanese housewives with that soft, tired face and huge tits that bounce way too much for “just talking in the kitchen”. That older office lady who acts strict at work but melts fast once he starts pushing her buttons. A neat, classy milf in perfect makeup sharing “innocent” tea with the gaijin, then five minutes later she’s pressed up against the hallway wall, whispering that her husband must not know. The cheating stuff is all over the place: wedding rings, family photos on the shelf, husbands working late, that whole guilty-but-still-horny energy. The corruption feels slow in a good way, like you’re watching them slide from “this is inappropriate” to “I need your dick again” across several encounters, not just suddenly flipping a switch. And yeah, the tits are huge, but not just plastic balloons glued on; the game really takes time with how they move when she leans forward to pour coffee or when you push her against the couch and her blouse struggles to contain anything. Sometimes it’s hot in a quiet way, like a lingering hand on the thigh under the table, sometimes it jumps straight into her riding you while trying not to moan too loud because the kid is sleeping in the next room.

What I actually liked most is that the protagonist is kind of an asshole, but in a charming idiot way. He talks big about “conquest” like some budget Caesar, but half the time it feels like he’s winging it, improvising seduction with half-broken Japanese and raw confidence. It’s not subtle at all, but weirdly that’s the fun part: you know he’s a walking red flag, the women know he’s a walking red flag, and they still put their legs around his waist. Some routes feel a bit too gamey, like the “right” dialogue line is too obvious, and there are moments where a milf falls for him almost too fast. I also hate how one specific scene teases a long, slow build-up in the bath and then just cuts the foreplay short when it was finally getting really filthy. But then the next time you’re back in that same bathroom, she’s the one reaching for him first, her face red, water dripping down those massive breasts, muttering that she “can’t stop now” even if her husband is in the living room. It’s that kind of cycle: small frustrations here and there, and then a single scene that hits your specific kink so hard you forget to complain. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s very “gaijin ruins nice Japanese households with his cock” and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

Fashion Spice looks harmless at first, like one more glossy fetish about models with huge tits fighting for the camera, but the game is way more fucked up and strangely smart about how it turns “levelling” into corruption. You start as this pretty regular guy tossed into the fashion agency circus, and the first “stats” you really feel aren’t your strength or charisma, it’s how deep you let yourself sink into the agency’s filth. Every scene is kind of a choice between staying human or becoming the kind of bastard the agency clearly wants. Except, little by little, the game rewards you more when you pick the bastard options. That’s the eroge style gamification here: the more you give in, the more the world opens, more girls, more monsters, more backstage privileges, more private shows in dark corridors with too much red light and not enough clothes.

What I liked is how the sex is not just thrown in like “ok, you clicked flirt, here’s generic blowjob.” There’s this scene early on with a shy new model, she’s supposed to do a lingerie test shoot. If you play it gentle, you get cute romance: slow undressing, tongue-heavy kissing, hands on her big ass, simple vaginal sex on the studio couch, kind of vanilla but sweet. If you pressure her a bit, flirt right on the edge, the system flags that in background and suddenly later on she shows up in some “special casting” where a tentacle horror from the agency’s basement “sponsors” new talent. That scene is a wild mix of fear and arousal, multiple penetration, one slick tentacle filling her ass while another pushes a toy inside her and she’s still trying to pretend she’s doing it “for the job.” It’s creepy as hell and hot at same time, like the game is trolling your conscience. The horror tag really shows when you realize those moaning, animated loops in the ritual room actually react to your past choices, not just play randomly. There is a lesbian path with one of the older MILF models that is way too short though, it builds up with all that teasing in the dressing room, mutual masturbation in front of the mirror, tongue work, nails on skin, then it kind of rushes to creampie with a guy in the next event instead of letting the girls breathe more. You get oral sex scenes where the girl is half terrified of what the agency will do if she refuses, then a moment later she’s riding you like a porn pro, and the game just shrugs like, “yeah, that’s showbiz, baby.” Choices really change who ends kneeling in a group sex shoot, who ends screaming in some bloody, tentacle-filled backstage nightmare, who actually falls in love, but the mobile UI makes some menus feel like using early Instagram on a broken phone, especially when your log of encounters gets cluttered. Still, you’re tracking “trust,” “submission,” weird occult “devotion” values, but none of that is explained cleanly; you just notice that the more a girl lets you grope her in crowded hallways or suck you off between two catwalks, the more the story paths twist into dark romance instead of just quick porn scenes. I kept telling myself I’d aim for the soft, romantic route, protect the girls, but the moment I unlocked the first full-on monster gangbang under the runway, with tentacles plugging every hole and cum dripping on designer shoes, I forgot all that moral stuff pretty fast. The pacing is like a messy house party where some rooms are chill, some rooms are outright satanic, and sometimes you open a door expecting anal and get a psychological horror cutscene instead. If you want to squeeze every dirty drop out of it, poke at the seemingly “wrong” answers, save before big choices, and never trust a contract that comes with champagne and a smile.