Bindr feels like someone mashed together a horny LinkedIn, a dating app and a BDSM diary, then gave you god mode and said “ok, you’re the guy who *made* this thing, now go ruin lives nicely”. You’re not some random broke loser swiping right on bots, you are the dev, the puppet master, the dude with the master key to the kink vault. Every profile you open is like spying on a different fetish ecosystem: rich brats who want to be treated like property, smug dommes that talk like they own your spine, “good boys” pretending they don’t crave humiliation while their tag list screams the opposite. The whole thing plays like a dating sim that forgot to be shy, where the romance route and the “put a collar on me and make me your slave” route are almost the same, just with different levels of lube and crying. You go from flirty texting to “here’s my toy box, pick something and tell me what you’ll do to me” way faster than any real app ever would, which honestly feels more honest than Tinder.

What I like is how it lets you switch vibe without asking permission. One chat you’re this smooth caring dom, praising her, teasing, spanking just enough so her ass matches the blush on her cheeks, then in the next match you’re the one getting dragged by a ruthless CEO type who uses her heels like negotiation tools and treats your balls like a poorly performing department. One girl suck you off in a quiet, almost sweet way, eyes up, hair tucked, and the scene feels romantic. Later there’s a tag combo of anal, multiple penetration and humiliation that basically goes “romance is cancelled today” and the same app suddenly feels like a porn dungeon with a search bar. Sometimes you think “ok this is too much”, like when a scene tries to mix cuddly romance talk with hardcore slave play in the same breath and your brain is stuck between “aww” and “oh fuck that’s rough”. There are moments where the BDSM feels more like checkbox porn than real power exchange, like someone went “we need footjob, throw it in here between the handjob and the creampie and don’t think about pacing”, but then the next match has this quiet little blowjob scene where she’s the one in control just by slowing down and staring, and it hits harder than all the whips. Also, tiny thing that drove me crazy: the way the in-game app noises pop at weird times, like a notification chime right when you’re about to finish a scene, completely killing the mood, and then it never stops doing that, like a horny Outlook calendar that hates you. You’ll be mid-anal, mid-slurping, mid-groping, trying to decide if you want to be the gentle romantic or the cruel bastard, and the game just throws another Bindr ping in your ear like “hey, stop cumming, new match”. Honestly, I kind of love it. And I don’t. At all.

Prom night, zero dates, zero rizz, maximum blue balls. That is basically the mood when this thing starts. You’re the classic geek student who can optimize a GPU but can’t manage eye contact with a girl, so you do the obvious: you order a sex robot off AmaZone like it’s a normal Tuesday. The box shows up, you boot her up, and suddenly you have a tall, big titted android calling you “Master” while your social life is still in the trash. She looks like someone opened a hentai tag folder and pressed “generate”: perfect curves, glossy skin, that smug ahegao-ready expression that already says “yeah, I know you’re pathetic and I’m still gonna make you cum”. And then the game just looks at you and goes: alright genius, are you gonna program her to be a docile toy, or give her freedom and hope she doesn’t outsmart your horny ass?

The fun is how quickly it jumps from “haha nerd got a robot waifu” to “ok, this sexy toaster is basically smarter than you and also knows you watch porn at 480p to save bandwidth”. You’re juggling Alexa’s settings, Emily breathing down your neck with her normal human emotions, and the fact that the robot can literally print toys and outfits from her own high tech printer. You tell her you like teasing and she shows up in an outfit that screams touch me but don’t, brushing her soft robot fingers over your dick until you’re begging like an idiot. Then she switches, goes from slow edging handjob to sloppy oral with that perfect suction that no actual human jaw would survive, staring up with glowing eyes like she’s downloading your soul through your cock. Next scene, same girl is passive like a doll while you rail her in vaginal or anal, but you get the feeling every choice you made before is being logged somewhere. She comments on things she “shouldn’t” know, like how long you hovered on that voyeur scene where she lets someone else watch. Or join. Or more than join. The game never shouts “here is the NTR path”, it just kind of lets you regret your own curiosity.

What I liked a lot is those tiny spiteful details, like how she pauses half a second before obeying a command, or how the “obedient” version of her still throws you a look during multiple penetration that says “I allowed this, not you”. One moment you’re shoving a toy inside her while she trembles and does that stupidly hot ahegao face, drooling and moaning your name in that robotic accent, the next you’re scared she might lock the door and record everything. And your nerd brain is there thinking about flags and hidden variables while your pants are already down again. There are branches where you go full degenerate, turning her into the perfect sexbot, always ready for handjobs under the desk, sloppy blowjob while you pretend to study, anal on command, whatever. And then there are runs where you try to be a “good guy”, let her think on her own, and suddenly she’s asking why you get hard when she acts embarrassed, why you enjoy voyeurism, why you bought that one ridiculous toy that looks like a tentacle but absolutely isn’t, shut up. It’s funny, pervy, and a bit unsettling when she starts teasing you better than any human could, like she has your Pornhub history as a stat sheet. You think you’re in control, but half the time it feels like she programmed you instead.

Rotten city, busted neon, dead things screaming somewhere you don’t wanna look, and in the middle of that mess you’ve got this guy who still thinks with his dick half the time. That’s the vibe here. It’s not heroic, not clean, not “sexy apocalypse” like some gacha trash on mobile. It feels closer to those old grimy doujin games from the early 2000s, the ones that looked a bit cheap but had that weird soul. You walk around making choices that actually screw you over. One second you’re trying to save ammo, next second you’re pinned between a broken wall and something hungry and not exactly human. And the game just calmly gives you the option to grab a milf survivor with a huge ass and use her as a distraction, or risk yourself like some wannabe hero. The sex doesn’t come out of nowhere; it slides in when you’re already tense, like your brain is confused between fear and horniness. Kinda like watching an old guro OVA but then there’s soft tits bouncing in front of your face and you forget you’re supposed to be scared.

The big thing for me is how dirty the intimacy feels without going full edgy teen nonsense. You’ve got this thick milf with wide hips trying to keep morale up, teasing the MC to calm him down, letting him stare when she changes clothes behind half-broken blinds, pretending she doesn’t notice. There’s a scene where she’s leaning over a dusty sink, water barely running, washing blood off her hands, and you catch the reflection of her big tits moving in the cracked mirror. You can pretend you’re a gentleman and look away, or stay there, just watching, crotch getting tight while something crawls outside the door. Later she calls you out on it, very quiet, half smiling, half pissed, and depending on what you say she either lets you grope her against a boarded-up window or walks off and you end up jerking yourself in a dark corner, listening to undead moaning through the walls while you try not to groan too loud. That masturbation scene hit weirdly hard, actually, because it reminded me of sneaking eroge on an old CRT monitor, volume at 2, scared parents would hear, except here it’s monsters instead. The group sex stuff hits at the worst possible times, like when everyone’s half insane from stress and a monster attack just ended, bodies shaking, and suddenly you’re shoving your cock into a wet cunt while somebody else fills her ass, her voice cracking between sobs and pleasure. It’s hot, fucked up, sometimes too much, sometimes weirdly tender, and it never really stops feeling like you’re peeking at something you shouldn’t see. The horror is actually scary in some parts, which makes the lesbian shower scene behind fogged glass even more intense, the way their fingers slip between each other’s legs while they argue about whether they should just give up on being “good people” anymore. It’s not polished at all, animations are a bit stiff, some faces look strange in a frame or two, but honestly that almost helps. Like old 3dcg H-games that tried their best on a shitty PC, where the jank makes it feel more personal. I kept thinking I’d quit after one nut, but I kept clicking, just to see who breaks first, the monsters or the last bits of human decency in that house. Spoiler, it’s the panties. Every time.

You start as Jon, 22, already a fuckup before the game even lets you move. On parole, broke, stuck in this cramped apartment that looks like it smells like old pizza and shame, with a mom that would probably cross the street to not see you and sisters who pretend you never existed. Then it just throws an alien at you. Not some big epic heroic shit, just this weird little creature dropping in like “hey, your life is trash, wanna hunt a brain parasite and maybe not die?” and suddenly you’ve got this thing buried in your skull and a 15 day time loop to play with. That loop is the real filth engine. You mess up, everyone hates you, or you fuck the wrong person at the wrong moment? Reset. You keep your info, they don’t. So day 4 you’re awkward, day 9 you are basically reading their mind, day 13 you are planning exact dialog to get into their pants and still hit story flags. It feels like Groundhog Day if Bill Murray only cared about pussy, parasites and trying to not go back to jail.

The whole school part hits different because you’re not a kid. You’re older, but the world still treats you like the same loser, and you slide into this campus vibe where everyone is either stressed, horny, corrupted by the parasite, or all three at once. Classes barely matter, what matters is who you sit next to and what you already know from last failed loops. That girl you barely got a smile from in one run? Next loop you know exactly what drama she has with her roommate, so suddenly you are the “understanding guy” and five minutes later you’re on her bed, watching her experimenting with another girl while you pretend it’s the most normal thing. Les scenes actually feel like they build from the drama, not just “girls kiss now because porn.” One time I triggered this event where two of them are arguing over some parasite-induced jealousy, and if you say just the right shitty manipulative line, it flips into a nasty makeout session that ends with you fucking one while the other rides her face. And if you say the wrong line, they just storm out and you’re left alone with your dick in your hand and the clock still ticking.

There is something very wrong in how good it feels to use the loop on your own family. Your mom starts as this cold wall of pure disappointment, and the first time you push her too far she just slaps you and throws you out. Reset. Next run, you are careful, a little kinder, a little more helpful, and the parasite stuff gives you excuses to “check on her.” That slow slide from angry MILF energy to her actually leaning on you is nasty in the best way. First cleavage peek when she bends over the table, then “accidental” touches, then she’s in the shower, door not fully closed, and you already know her routine from last loops so you time everything to walk in at the right second. When it finally crosses the line and she lets you fuck her, it’s not sudden. It’s this built-up wrong closeness that makes it feel extra dirty, especially when the game lets you go straight for anal on a later loop because now she “trusts” you more. It hits you like: yeah, I engineered this. Same with the sisters, each with their own attitude. One run you barely get a hug, another run you are double penetrating one of them with an alien toy in her ass while she whimpers “don’t tell mom” and it’s like, bro, the line is not just crossed, it’s vapor.

The sci-fi stuff is not just there for excuse, it mixes into the sex in pretty fun trashy ways. The device in your brain lets you lean into corruption, and some of the parasite events twist people’s personalities to the point where you can set up these crazy swinging scenes. One of my favorite runs, I dropped a hint here and there, nudged jealousy in the right direction, and ended up in this group thing with older women and younger girls in the same house, everyone infected in different stages, sharing you like a toy. There is this one scene where you are in the middle of a messy interracial threesome on a couch, the alien is chiming in your head with dry comments while you go from pussy to ass and back again, and it somehow feels normal inside the loop. You can stack vaginal, anal and oral like you’re doing a checklist, but it doesn’t feel like “achievement unlocked,” more like “I abused time travel to get this exact line-up of wet holes in one evening.” I did wish the simulator parts were deeper at some points, like, the money stuff starts strong and then just sort of exists, but then you’re balls-deep in some swinging scene and forget you were ever thinking about rent. The game keeps doing that. Annoy you a bit, then drop another diseased, looping, taboo fuckfest in your lap and your brain just goes, yeah ok, one more run.