Three guys, one messy timeline, way too many chances to fuck it all up and still end up balls-deep in someone you probably shouldn’t be touching. That’s basically the whole vibe here. It looks like your usual “oh we’re in school, we’re adults, we’re responsible” kind of story, but the game never really pretends these dudes think clearly when there’s a soft pair of tits in front of them. You jump between the vice-president boy who tries to act like a prince, the lazy college clown who coasts on charm, and the older bar owner who pretends he’s above it all while obviously staring at every big ass that walks by. It feels like watching three porn plots that keep bumping into each other, with all the slow teasing and “this is a bad idea but I’m horny” energy that actually makes you lean toward the screen.

What gets fun is how the game loves to make you build things up, then finally let everything snap. Like you’re stuck in a quiet classroom with that girl who everyone thinks is all innocent, and you’ve been nice, you’ve been a gentleman, you’ve helped her with her notes. Then there’s this one click where you decide “fuck it” and suddenly his hand is on her thigh under the desk, she’s pretending to still read, her face going red, her eyes not even on the page anymore. Pants get tighter, she whispers your name, and you get that little animated movement where her lips wrap around his cock for the first time and you think “yeah, that’s exactly how he should lose that perfect reputation.” Or the neighbor milf who keeps “accidentally” brushing her tits against you in the hallway until you end up in her living room. First she “just wants a massage” and then her bra is off, her nipples are hard and shiny, and you watch her bounce slow and heavy on your dick while the game lets you decide whether you pull out like a saint or fill her up and hope she’s not ovulating. Spoiler, we always go for creampie, we just pretend to feel bad about it.

There’s a lot of little stuff that feels kinda personal. Like that moment in the club room where the sporty girl acts all cocky and pushes you against the wall, but the second you grab her ass with both hands she melts, starts grinding on your thigh, then pulls her shorts aside for you instead of taking them off properly. Or the bar scenes with the older women, where they flirt too hard, pretend to be in control, then end up on their knees behind the counter, hair messy, throat working around your shaft while you try not to click too fast on the next dialogue because the animation is actually hotter than you expected. It’s not just “boobs in your face, fuck now,” there’s that slow burning, the build up, the heavy make-out on the couch, fingering through panties, her moaning against your neck, then suddenly she’s on all fours on the bed with that round ass up and you’re choosing between sliding in slow or just ramming her until the headboard hits. The multiple endings thing makes it worse, because you keep thinking “this time I’ll be romantic” and somehow we still end up groping someone in a dark corridor and leaving them dripping on the floor after a rough quickie. Honestly, the game pretends to be all sweet and romantic, but after the third time we’re buried deep inside a classmate who definitely should not be moaning that loud with her legs on our shoulders, it’s kinda obvious everyone here just wants an excuse to be fucked stupid. And yeah, we’re not complaining. Much. I still hate that one tiny UI button on the bottom right though.

You come back to this glossy, fake-perfect hometown like some prodigal son who learned how to fuck with people’s brains instead of just getting a normal job. Now you’re the new psychologist in a mega rich tech corporation, walking into rooms where everyone smiles too wide and lies for a living. Under the marble floors and glass walls, it all smells like perfume, power and bad decisions. The game leans hard into that. Every session you run feels like foreplay and interrogation at the same time. You’re supposed to help them, of course, but the tools they give you, the tech, the hypnosis routines, the little “mental triggers” you slip into their thoughts, it all starts feeling less like therapy and more like slow, sweet corruption. You’re not just listening. You’re adjusting. Pushing. Groping minds before you even touch their skin.

What I liked is how the story keeps mixing that clinical talk with very physical, shameless scenes. One moment you talk with a high-ranking MILF executive about workplace stress while she crosses and uncrosses those ridiculous thick thighs, blouse two buttons too low, always “by accident”. Next scene, you’re in her penthouse, city lights behind her, and she’s asking you to “help her relax” while your hand is inside her blouse and she’s kneeling between your legs, lips shiny, voice all shaky from a suggestion you planted earlier. It is not subtle. It’s not even trying to be. It knows exactly what it is doing when it gives you dialogue options that look responsible, then clearly marks another one that will nudge her a bit deeper into dependence, into that warm, obedient haze. You tell yourself you’re testing the boundaries of the tech, that it’s for science, but then you’re making her slowly strip for you in her office, door half open, her tits bouncing in those little looped animated scenes that repeat just enough times you realize you’ve been staring too long. At some point there is a scene with a “family dinner” that pretends to be normal, like catching up after you’ve been away. It goes sideways fast if you choose the more daring lines. Old resentments on the table, wine flowing, and you quietly dropping cues, peeling away all the polite surface. Watching someone who should absolutely not be touching you like that run a hand along your thigh under the table while the others talk about business mergers feels filthy in a very particular, incest-tinted way the game clearly enjoys. It toys with romance too, like putting sugar on poison. There are moments where one woman’s shy smile, the way she leans on you on a balcony, actually feels tender, almost pure. Then you remember you installed a mental reinforcement earlier that makes her horny when she smells your cologne, and the next kiss is tongue, teeth, desperation, her grinding that big ass into your crotch while she whispers how safe she feels with you. I still hate the phone UI popups that slide in at the worst times and cover half the boob, by the way. Whoever designed that deserves a very stern handjob without lube. The branching is sneaky. You think you’re just picking filthy or filthier, but later the game tells you in its own way that you chose whether she becomes a loyal lover, a brainwashed toy, or something broken and dangerous. Multiple endings hide behind small choices in early scenes, like whether you give someone a comforting hug or you “accidentally” let your hand rest on her ass a bit too long. And somewhere between giving oral instructions during an actual blowjob scene, watching those smooth 3D bodies glisten, and deciding if you’ll let one of them keep a bit of free will, you realize you’re not playing the hero here at all, just enjoying every slow, dirty step.

Vacation porn game brain-rot really hits different when you’re trying to sneak a quick fap between putting laundry in the dryer and yelling at a kid to please stop sticking LEGO in the fan. This thing drops you in a fancy Hawaii hotel where everyone is way too hot, way too horny, and somehow no one is screaming about school lunches. You make your own girl at the start, and I spent way too long swapping hairstyles and bikinis instead of actually getting railed. It feels a bit like scrolling Instagram filters while secretly thinking “yeah, I’d let that guy choke me a little.” You pick hair, outfits, vibe, and then suddenly you’re that girl who actually went on vacation instead of just saving travel TikToks she’ll never use. The hotel itself is like a horny labyrinth. Lobby, pool, bar, balcony, little side walks near the beach, and it’s all just excuses to bump into one of the love interests and pretend you’re here for “romance” when you’re really waiting to see who’s gonna pin you to the bed first.

Each route starts all sweet and “oh, aloha, welcome to the resort” and very quickly turns into “okay, who’s on top and who’s begging.” There’s a soft one who looks like he’d write you poems, except the moment you give him a little green light he’s grabbing your wrists and telling you how good girls behave. Another one has that smug vibe, like a guy who knows exactly how wet he’s making you just by leaning a bit closer than normal while he “teaches” you something pointless. Little teasing lines like “You’re blushing. Are you thinking about what I could do to you later?” and I’m just here trying to tap choices with a thumb that still has dish soap on it. It sells that slow burn pretty well: lingering eye contact at the bar, accidental thigh touch at dinner, your character’s inner thoughts getting dirtier with every scene. Then it flips and she’s the one taking control, pushing him back on the bed, riding his face like she owns the suite. Halfway through one scene at the balcony I actually forgot the potatoes in the oven, because I really needed to see if she was going to make him beg or if he’d snap and pin her against the rail. She makes him wait. Makes you wait too. Edge city. Honestly hot as hell.

What I liked is how your choices don’t just give “good ending / bad ending” stuff. You lean into being a brat, you get different lines, different positions, different ways they talk to you. Say the wrong thing and the guy you thought would be a total dom suddenly gets shy and you end up on top, guiding his hands, teaching him how you want your pussy touched. Say the bold thing and the mood changes: voice drops, he moves closer, hand on your neck, asking if you really thought you could tease him and walk away. There’s one route where your girl starts all sweet and respectful, then bit by bit realizes she likes holding the power. She’s the one telling him when he’s allowed to come, whispering in his ear, making him stay hard while she grinds and pulls his hair. I wish the text box wasn’t so damn tiny, I keep scrolling back like an idiot because my thumb presses the wrong choice, and it annoys me every single time. Still kept playing. The romantic parts hit, then they throw in dirty talk that’d make a nun drop her rosary, then go back to kissing in the rain like it’s a drama show. Some endings are all cuddly and stars in the sky, others have you getting fucked raw on hotel sheets with your legs shaking and him telling you exactly how many times you already came. And in between all that, I’m just pausing to check if the kids are still on YouTube and not behind me reading over my shoulder. This game is way too horny for the amount of towels I’m folding.