You know that guy in the office who flirts too much, stares at tits a little too long, somehow still keeps his job because he knows where all the bodies are buried? In this game, that guy is you, and HR already gave up. You torched your old career by fucking around with the boss’s daughter and teasing half the female staff until the whole place looked like a hentai forum thread you shouldn’t scroll at work. The parent company can’t fire you without risking all their dirty secrets getting leaked, so they ship you off to a new branch and lock you into “100% remote work” like that’s going to stop your dick from ruining lives. It starts so harmless too: video calls with your new coworkers, polite emails, Slack messages that should be boring… but the corruption creeps in fast. A harmless compliment about a tight skirt. A “camera accidentally still on” moment after a shower. A late-night report where she’s wearing a blouse that really doesn’t want to stay buttoned. You’re supposed to behave. You absolutely don’t.

The fun part is how the game lets you poke at their limits. The girls all start out like normal coworkers, the kind you’d follow on Instagram and pretend you’re not zooming in on their pics. There’s the one who pretends to be a professional but is clearly thirsty for attention every time she leans too close to the webcam, boobs practically begging for an HR ticket. The boss’s daughter pops up again, and this time she’s pretending she’s “more mature now”, while stretching on camera so her big tits almost fall out of her top. Half the time you’re reading emails, the other half you’re choosing if you play it nice, act like a creep, or slowly corrupt them so they’re the ones asking you to stay in the call a little longer. There’s voyeur stuff too, but not in a subtle way. Sometimes the game throws you into these “remote access” scenes where suddenly you’re watching her in her bedroom, phone propped at a weird angle, ass filling half the screen while she thinks nobody is watching. You know that slightly messy AI generated look where the ass is too perfect and the boobs look like they cost half a salary? Yeah, that. It’s not “art”, but it hits that dirty brain spot.

What I liked is how your choices can fuck up everything without a big pop-up yelling at you. You go too hard too fast with one girl, she pulls away, suddenly your video meetings are all cold and formal, and the route quietly locks itself into the “you pushed it, now deal with it” ending. Another time, you play innocent for a while, pretending you care about her workload, and she starts teasing you herself, legs up on the desk during a call, panties clearly visible, pretending she doesn’t notice. Sometimes the endings are weirdly soft, sometimes they’re just “ok you fucked her, credits”, and sometimes the boss shows up and things get way more complicated and way more hot than they should be for an office game. Not everything looks perfect, some AI scenes have that slightly off vibe where a hand is like “what is that finger doing”, but honestly it kind of fits the dirty, not-quite-legal style of the whole story. You’re not here for gallery-level art, you’re here to be a corrupt bastard with a work laptop and too much access to horny coworkers, and the game really leans into that, then pretends it’s about “productivity”.

The whole thing feels like someone took my Pinterest boards of “soft fantasy aesthetics” and then just went, “yeah but what if everyone had a cock and zero self-control.” You start as this kinda naïve girl in a world that absolutely knows more about your body than you do, and I liked that it didn’t waste time pretending you’re some badass warrior. You’re basically fresh meat with nice tits and way too much curiosity. First I was just clicking around like, oh cute forest, nice colors, love the little elf village vibe. Then suddenly I’m in an alley with an orc woman twice my size pushing me against a wall, hand between my legs, and the game is like, “you can refuse, you can submit, or you can pretend to resist and still end up dripping.” That pretend to resist one is filthy, by the way.

What hooked me was how every area feels like a different moodboard. The catgirl inn feels warm and sticky and a bit suspicious. There’s this one scene where you go in just wanting a room and the neko receptionist is doing that fake innocent thing, tail flicking, tits resting on the counter. If you pick the “tired, need rest” answer she actually offers a “special nap,” and I thought it was going to be a normal massage, nope. You end up face down, ears being licked, her cock sliding between your thighs, and she keeps calling you her “soft little pillow.” I screenshotted that dialogue, closed the tab, and opened it again later because my brain needed a minute. And then later she acts like she barely remembers you, which kind of pissed me off, but also fits her whole chaotic-cat energy.

The futa stuff is all over the place in a good way and also kind of annoying. I love how different bodies are treated: thick orc with abs and a huge cock that actually looks heavy, smug elf with this long elegant shaft that feels like it’s judging you, shy virgin girl who turns out to be packing and you can decide if you let her ruin you or keep her untouched. There’s a pregnancy angle that sneaks up on you. One moment you’re just letting an orc breed you in some ruined temple because the text made it sound too hot to skip, a few scenes later your belly is starting to show and suddenly characters react differently. Some get more protective, some get more possessive, and one elf basically calls you “community property” which made me laugh way too hard. I wish there was more control over who can knock you up, but I also weirdly like that the world doesn’t revolve around your plans. You can play nice, you can try to stay pure, the game still keeps putting you in situations where your choices are like: “say yes,” “say yes harder,” or “say no and still get edged until you’re begging.” It’s messy, horny, sometimes a bit mean in that femdom way, and honestly it feels less like a heroic quest and more like getting lost in a horny scrapbook that keeps adding new pages while your legs are shaking.

Honeymoon Shift feels like walking into a small private gallery room where someone hung only four paintings, but each one is about fucking your whole idea of trust. It starts almost sweet: Viktor finally got his honeymoon with Taylor, sun, cocktails, their bodies relaxed, that kind of soft vacation horniness where you look at your wife’s bikini and already think about peeling it off later. Then another couple shows up. You know the type from resorts: good smiles, too touchy, too curious, a bit too interested in what ring size your wife wears and how long you’ve been together. The game lets you sit in Viktor’s head while that interest slowly turns from “friendly” to “I want to see your wife’s tits bounce under someone else.” And you are the one who decides how far this goes, even when it hurts to click.

What I like is how it doesn’t throw porn at you right away. It teases. A hand brushing a thigh under the table. A slightly drunk kiss that lasts one second too long. The first time Taylor gives you a handjob in the hotel shower after she spent the whole dinner laughing with the other guy, it doesn’t feel like simple fan service, it feels defensive. Like she’s jerking you off to prove something, to herself, to you, to him. The animation is quiet, wet strokes, your cum on her fingers, and the camera stays in just the wrong distance so you stare at her face more than at your dick. That annoyed me and I liked it at same time. Later, when she kneels for oral and her lips are shining around your shaft, you already have doubts in your head if she’s replaying another man there. You know nothing really terrible happened yet, but your stomach already starts to twist. Or maybe I’m just paranoid. Maybe I’m not. Hard to say.

There is this one path where you let the flirting breathe instead of shutting it down, and it slowly corrupts the whole trip. A small “harmless” kiss by the pool when everyone is tipsy. A “truth or dare” that obviously is just an excuse to get Taylor half naked in front of them, big tits pressing against a half-open robe. She pretends she’s embarrassed, but her nipples tell a different story. Sex with her after that is rougher, hotter, like she’s turned on by her own cheating even if she’s not fully admitting it. When you push into her and end with a creampie, she squeezes you with this greedy little shiver that feels wrong and perfect. The game doesn’t scream that you’re being cuckolded, it just lets you notice small things: the way she checks her phone, the way she adjusts her swimsuit when that other man looks, how her hips roll a bit different when you fuck her from behind. You get multiple endings, and not all are dramatic; some are just quietly cruel. In one, you keep the relationship, but you can’t unsee what she did with someone else’s mouth and cock, and the game lets you sit in that, like staring at a painting too long until you see all the cracks. I will say though, sometimes Viktor’s inner talk goes in circles and you just want him to shut up so you can watch his wife get ruined properly, but then again, that tension is what makes the later scenes of swinging and quiet hotel-room corruption hit harder. It’s less about how many holes get filled and more about how heavy your chest feels when she smiles and you don’t know if that smile is still only yours.

You open your eyes in a garden that’s way too pretty for how fucked up you feel. You remember dying… kind of. It’s fuzzy, like that morning after too much vodka when you’re checking your phone and praying you didn’t text your ex. Except now the “ex” is literally your life, and instead of hangover you get a smug angel, a smug demon, and a bunch of confused hot dead people who all like girls, guys, both, neither, or “it’s complicated” in different flavors. They tell you this isn’t Heaven, not Hell, just the Garden hanging out in Limbo, like some cosmic waiting room where everyone’s bisexual or worse. You’re told you can pick your body and gender, like character creation but with the weight of “what the fuck am I actually” behind it. Female, male, futa, trans, something in between, something off to the side. The game doesn’t blink. You can just… exist the way you wish you had when you were alive. That alone hit harder than some porn games ever will, honestly. Then five minutes later you’re flirting with a demon girl who looks like she can ruin your life and you’re fine with it.

What really sticks in my head is how one scene goes from tender to horny to sad so fast it feels wrong, in a good way. You’re sitting under this glowing tree with another lost soul, talking about what you regret from your life. They’re quietly telling you about the first time they realized they liked girls, how they kissed a friend behind a church, shaking and happy and terrified. The garden lights reflect in their eyes, they lean closer, and your choices appear. You can joke it away, you can pull them into this slow, nervous kiss, or you can go full thirsty and grab their hips and push them against the tree. If you go thirsty, the way the writing describes hands sliding over still unfamiliar bodies, the awkward “is this okay” mixed with raw need, feels more real than half the polished porn out there. It’s not just “and then boobs appeared, wow.” It’s messy, people hesitate, someone laughs at the wrong time, it reads like two queer disasters horny in Limbo who never got to be honest when they were alive, so now they’re making up for it in one go. There’s even a moment where they say “I never had sex like this when I was alive” and you can answer “me neither” or pretend you were a huge player. Which is funny, because the game will totally call you out later on that lie.

In between the horny stuff, you’re doing trials, talking to angels that act like burnt-out office workers, demons who act like they run a queer nightclub, and other dead people trying to figure out if Heaven is worth the rules, Hell is worth the chaos, or if Limbo is secretly the best place because nobody really knows what the fuck is happening anyway. Sometimes the tone whiplash gets tiring, like you’ll go from heartfelt talk about dysphoria to a gag about someone’s ass in two lines and it almost kills the mood. There are parts where the pacing drags, especially when a character dumps lore on you about how Eden ended up stuck here and you just wanna go back to worrying if that cute trans boy is into you or only into your “tragic backstory.” But then later, one small choice from an earlier date suddenly changes how a big late scene plays out and you realize oh, okay, it was paying attention the whole time. There are multiple routes and endings, you can flirt with women, men, futas, trans characters, some are soft, some are monsters in a sexy way, some are just emotionally unavailable but so hot you try anyway. It’s not afraid to be horny, but it also doesn’t treat sex like the only reward. Sometimes you get a tender cuddle in the afterlife instead of a full-on scene, and weirdly that feels more intimate. Still, I got annoyed that one character keeps mentioning some specific snack from when they were alive and you never actually see it anywhere. No CG, nothing. That bothered me a lot more than it should have. Anyway, it all feels like a queer afterlife dating mess where you can be a lesbian, a dude, a trans futa, whatever, and still end up kissing under a divine tree while arguing about whether Heaven even deserves you.