Ian wakes up in that cramped room again, phone in hand, bored out of his skull, lockdown bullshit outside, and the house full of women who act like they own his balls. Mom glides around like a queen in yoga pants that should honestly be illegal, pretending everything is “normal”, while the sisters treat him like a chew toy: mocking his morning wood, “accidentally” walking in on him, throwing his dirty boxers at his face, laughing when he blushes. At first it’s the usual routine, him jerking off quietly with one earbud in, Pornhub on low brightness, trying not to make the bed squeak while the whole place is just heavy with frustration he can’t do anything about. Then that stupid news report flashes on the TV, the one that changes the mood of the house from “haha, you loser” to “oh, we can really do this now” in about two seconds. You can almost feel the air getting sticky after that, like the walls are listening.

The fun part is how fast everyone drops the fake innocence. Mom starts leaning over the table more, her tits basically falling out while she “asks” him to help around the house. She knows he is staring at her ass when she bends, you can see that tiny smirk on her lips when she pretends not to. One sister starts using his room as her private dressing cabin, standing there in panties that barely count as clothing, talking to him about useless TikTok drama while she’s pulling on tight jeans that can barely contain her ass, and sometimes she “forgets” to close the zipper. Another one just goes straight for his ego, calling him her “little pet,” sitting on his lap, grinding casually like it’s nothing, then shoving him away and laughing when he’s hard and desperate. The game lets you decide if Ian finally bites back or just sinks deeper. You can make him talk back, pin them down, grab their throats lightly while they roll their eyes and moan anyway, or you keep him as the humiliated toy that wipes their cum off the floor and thanks them for letting him taste it. It’s not soft at all when they decide to break him either, they bully him about his size, make him cum in his own underwear, force him to stay like that while they keep teasing. Sometimes the “jokes” go too far and the game just shrugs and keeps going, which honestly fits.

What really got me was how the house turns into this messy sandbox of power games. One evening you have Mom on the couch, drunk on wine, kind of needy, pulling his hand under her shirt and telling him he’s “such a good boy,” and you can go from that gentle milf worship to making her kneel on the floor and open her mouth because you’re tired of her acting like she’s in charge. The next day his sister corners him in the bathroom, locks the door, sits on the sink with her legs open and says “lick or I scream,” and if you play it submissive she’ll ride his face until he can’t breathe and snap a selfie with mascara running, using him like a sex toy. Or you flip it and make him grab her hips, eat her out just enough and then refuse to let her cum, walking away while she’s shaking and pissed. There’s a nasty humor running through the whole thing, little lines where they mock each other, highlight how fucked up the situation is, then just double down on it. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid meme reference during a blowjob, next moment you’re making the whole family kneel in front of the TV like some twisted worship scene, or you’re the one on your knees, jerking off while they compare his dick to guys on OnlyFans and rate him like a product. It’s all cramped rooms, soft couches, phone screens lighting up sweaty skin, masturbation in the shower while someone knocks on the door asking what’s taking so long. It feels like being locked in a porn fantasy that forgot where the line was supposed to be, and no one in that house is actually looking for it anyway.

It’s weird how this game makes guilt feel sexy. You wake up inside someone else’s head - not just anyone, but that stretchy mom-hero everyone secretly had a thing for back when Pixar still pretended innocence. The premise should be grim, revenge and all that, but the tone keeps slipping between sad and horny, like the dev couldn’t decide if it’s therapy or foreplay. The way control shifts feels personal, almost too intimate. It’s not just mind control; it’s like the game’s trying to pry into your own urges while you’re prying into hers. And maybe I’m reading too much into polygons, but when she touches herself, it’s never about lust alone - it’s about realizing her hands aren’t really hers anymore. That mechanic where you can *feel* the resistance in her movements is unsettling in a delicious way.

There’s this one scene with the aunt - yeah, the bakery one - where she talks to you like she *knows* you’re there, like she’s been waiting for the voice in her head to finally answer back. It’s creepy and tender, then suddenly it’s just obscene. I laughed because the transition was so abrupt it felt real. The body models aren’t flawless either, and that helps. A little awkward jiggle, fingers clipping through skin, like even the code itself can’t believe what’s happening. The audio’s inconsistent - sometimes soft breathing, sometimes nothing at all, dead silence while something filthy goes down. It’s that silence that hits hardest. You start thinking, maybe she’s ashamed. Maybe you are.

I hate the damn save menu though. Always pops right when things get heated, like the universe reminding you this isn’t real. But maybe that’s what makes it stick. It’s messy, it’s wrong, and it lingers afterwards like a guilty text you never sent. You’ll probably close it and tell yourself you didn’t enjoy it that much. You’re lying.

You’re sitting there, phone in hand, thinking it’s just another cute little “help the girl get ready for her school exam” sim, right? Hair, makeup, outfit, some dialogue choices, a few horny CGs later. Easy. Except the “girl” the game wants to send to that exam is you. And you started this story with a dick, a very normal male student brain, and zero idea why the fuck you’re suddenly being measured on eyeliner technique and how well you can sway your hips in a tight skirt without flashing half the class.

The game opens quiet, almost boring, and that’s what hooked me. No instant blowjob tutorial, no “here’s your harem, pick a hole.” Just a nervous morning, a school setting that feels too normal, and weird little hints that something is off with your body. The first time you realize your reflection in the mirror doesn’t match the way you remember yourself, it hits like a small car crash. The dev takes their time with it, slow corruption of gender and morals at the same time. First it’s “just crossdressing for this one exam.” Then it’s “well, you need to practice walking in heels, let the teacher help your posture.” Then somehow you’re bent over the desk, feeling your ass slapped and graded like part of the curriculum, and the worst part is your in-game thoughts start to enjoy it. Those internal monologue lines when you’re getting groped in the hallway, and you catch yourself wondering which of the boys has the biggest cock, were dirtier than the actual CGs for me.

I liked how the game makes you complicit in your own downfall. You pick the lipstick shade that later gets smeared during a messy oral exam. You choose to act “a bit more submissive” to get a better score, and suddenly you’re on your knees between two classmates, throat used like a warm hole while the teacher pretends not to see. They pretend badly. There is some netorare shit going on, too, but sideways: your old male identity kind of feels like the one getting cuckolded as your new girly body gets filled, stretched, creampied. One run I had my “good girl” reputation used as an excuse to parade me in front of older staff, a humiliating little exhibition where they check if the “student” is ready. Gloved fingers spreading you open, comments about how tight you are and how a nice big black cock will fix that. Another run I resisted more and the corruption took longer, with more teasing, more “accidental” touches, more voyeur scenes in locker rooms and bathrooms, like the game was punishing me for not giving in fast enough by cranking up the sexual harassment.

It feels janky in spots. Some AI CGs look amazing from one angle and kind of cursed from another, like the face doesn’t fully match the body, or the hands are doing that weird too-many-fingers thing if you stare too long. I still stared. The summer vibe is weirdly relaxing though, all bright classrooms and sunlit corridors while behind the scenes you’re being turned into the school’s futa toy or the class’ shared virgin project, depending on choices. There is this one branching bit where you can agree to a “private tutoring” session with a strict female teacher and it starts as normal exam prep, then she makes you spread your legs on the chair, checks how wet you are “from stress,” and then uses you until you’re shaking, all while lecturing about responsibility. Female domination scenes like that felt personal, intimate in a fucked up way. Then later the same character can watch you get stuffed by multiple guys at once, barely saying anything, just writing notes like you’re a lab rat. It messed with my head in a good way.

The story is mostly kinetic in pacing but still manages to feel like a sandbox for your humiliation. One time I focused on being the perfect obedient girl and ended up pregnant from an exam “reward,” cum dripping out in a medical examination scene that treated your belly like a test result. Another time I pushed for more wild stuff and unlocked a futa transformation path, where you keep a cock while having this soft, thick ass and big boobs, so they test how many students can fit inside or around you at once. I still have the scene of being pushed up against the classroom window in my head, skirt hitched, some monster girl-looking classmate pounding me from behind while random NPCs walk outside, clueless. The game doesn’t rush those moments. It lets your thoughts spiral, your shame grow, your arousal betray you. It’s messy, inconsistent, a little ugly here and there, but the slow burn into full sissification and “everyone uses the exam girl” fantasy hits way harder because of that.

This one hits that weird spot between racing nerd fantasy and horny VN, like those old doujin games people traded on shady forums, just with more shiny bodies and less crash physics. You’re this hotshot kart kid getting thrown into a small Formula Junior team that’s kinda fucked up and kinda charming at the same time. On one side you’ve got the smell of rubber, the tension of practice laps, the constant talk about sector times and tire temps. On the other side, every woman around you looks like she escaped from some late 2000s hentai artbook where breasts were legally required to ignore gravity. The big chested blonde who calls herself your “lucky charm” keeps leaning into your cockpit before qualifying, “adjusting” your harness while her tits fill half the screen, and you’re there trying to pretend you care about the fuel load. You can almost feel the old Sega arcade vibes and then suddenly she’s teasing you about how “stressed” you look and offering to help you “relax” in the trailer behind the paddock, dropping to her knees and turning a pep talk scene into a wet, slow blowjob with saliva strings animated way too lovingly for a “small” indie project.

What I liked a lot is how the track days and the lewd stuff blend instead of feeling like two separate games stapled together. There’s a moment after a rough race where you lose a position because you went too aggressive into turn one, and the busty team milf in charge of logistics drags you into the motorhome for a “private debrief”. She’s this mature brunette with that tired but horny look, half scolding you for burning the tires, half riding your lap like she’s trying to break the suspension, moaning in your ear about “control” and “knowing when to push in”. It’s cheesy, but in that nostalgic hentai way, like those old OVAs where they pretended to care about plot for 5 minutes then went full dick worship. The teasing is actually decent too. One of the twins, the more smug one, sits in the passenger seat of your road car during a late night drive, legs open, panties barely there, brushing her foot against your crotch while she talks about racing lines. She never lets you cum in that scene, ends it right when your bar is full, and the game just moves on like nothing happened. I hated it and loved it. That kind of trolling is peak ero-game energy.

The small stuff: I got way too obsessed with how their hair clips during some of the kissing scenes. You’re lip-locked with the blonde in the garage, your hand on her ridiculous tits, and her ponytail just kinda phases through her shoulder every time her head tilts. It’s not game breaking, it just poked my brain every single time. Also the romance angle tries to be serious here and there, talking about your “past” and your “pressure to succeed”, but right after some emotional line the camera just zooms into a pair of shiny nipples or a tongue swirling around your shaft and the mood dies in the funniest way. Story pacing is like a buffet at a cheap hotel: you have spicy drama, mushy romance, greasy fanservice, all just dumped on one plate, and somehow you’re still eating. There’s a racing rivalry, there’s actually some tension on track, but you’ll probably remember more how the twins “comfort” you after qualifying, one sucking you off while the other jerks your shaft from the base, taking turns, joking about photo finishes. The 3D models look good enough to make you horny and bad enough to remind you this is porn, not Netflix, which is honestly the sweet spot for this genre. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?