Game drops you in this not-quite-our-world city where everything looks familiar until someone casually rips a guy in half and nobody blinks. You play this “hero” who is basically what happens if Superman stopped pretending to be nice and just did whatever gave him a hard-on. He’s invincible, knows it, and the story never shuts up about that, which is kind of the point. One moment you’re saving some chick from a mugger, next moment you’re shoving the mugger’s face through a wall, there’s teeth and blood everywhere, and she’s staring at you with that shocked open-mouth look that’s halfway between fear and “fuck me now”. That whole corruption vibe is strong here: women start out scared, confused, pretending they still have morals, and a few “rescues” later they’re begging to be used, cheeks smeared with cum and mascara, while bodies are still cooling in the background. The game doesn’t even pretend to be tasteful. You’ll have scenes where you punch a dude so hard his guts spray the alley, then it cuts right to the girl with an ahegao face while you rail her against the same wall, blood still dripping. Real romantic atmosphere.

Art style is funny in a good way. It looks like the dev got halfway between “serious superhero comic” and “horny shitpost” and just said screw it, we’re going with this. Big tits everywhere, like gravity is just a rumor. Faces go from normal to full ahegao with drool strings and crossed eyes the second you start fucking them harder, and some of the transitions are almost too honest. One moment she’s humiliated, crying, telling you to stop, next frame her tongue is out and she’s clenching around you while you threaten to drop her from the sky. Animated loops are short but nasty in the right way: rough anal with her nails scratching the floor, sloppy oral where she’s choking and still forced to look up at you, creampie shots where you can literally see it leaking out while she’s trying to catch her breath. There’s cheating stuff too, of course. Boyfriend shows up, tries to act like a man, you casually break his arm like it’s a breadstick, then fuck his girl in front of him while he screams. Game really likes that humiliation angle, sometimes it overdoes it to the point you just stare at the screen like “bro, chill”, but then five clicks later you’re watching another pussy-stretching close-up and magically you don’t care anymore.

Story pretends to talk about power and responsibility, but let’s be real, it’s about power and pussy. You get choices, but most of them boil down to “do you want to be an asshole” or “do you want to be a worse asshole”, and honestly that fits the setting. There’s a scene where you fly a girl to the top of a building, clothes half torn from the speed, she’s clinging to you for dear life, and instead of anything heroic, you just bend her over the edge and fuck her while she cries that she’s scared of falling. Camera zooms in on her face, tears mixing with drool, then zooms out so you see the city lights below and your hand grabbing her hair like she’s just a handle. Another moment, after a particularly nasty fight with some powered thug, there’s gore everywhere, pieces of him on the pavement, and the game just hard-cuts from his brain matter to you forcing his girlfriend on her knees in the same puddle, making her suck you off while her mascara runs into the blood. That’s the whole tone: hero logo on your chest, brutality on one side of the screen, holes getting filled on the other. It’s loud, trashy, mean, and doesn’t fake any “wholesome” bullshit. Honestly, if I could ban boring PG superhero plots from the entire genre and replace them with this messy, horny disaster, I would.

You roll into VAM City thinking it’s going to be normal college life, maybe cheap coffee and boring lectures, but the whole place feels like it was designed by a horny psychologist who hates your dignity. Classes are almost background noise here. The real “curriculum” happens in the hospital corridors, the park at night, that too-clean café where the waitresses smile a bit too long, and of course the campus itself where every professor and senior seems to know you’re easy to fluster. The game throws you in as this kind of clueless male protagonist who thinks it’s a simple dating sim, then suddenly you’re kneeling in a nurse’s office, trying to keep eye contact while she taps a clipboard against your cheek like you’re a misbehaving pet. There’s humor in how shameless it all is. One moment a girl with a ridiculous ass is leaning over a vending machine “by accident,” next moment you get caught staring and she offers you a deal: do a few humiliating “favors” and maybe she lets you get a closer look next time. Or not. She might just laugh with her friend about how red your face gets.

The whole thing is sandboxy enough that you kind of wander around VAM City, picking where to waste your time and dignity. You hang at the park pretending you’re out for fresh air, but the game knows you’re actually hoping that strict college girl shows up to walk her dog again so she can order you to pick up after it “since you like watching so much.” At the café you get stuck wiping tables while a busty barista leans down to “check your work,” her tits almost in your face while she insults your cleaning skills and your stamina in the same breath. There’s this breaking of your ego that is somehow playful and cruel at the same time. They joke, they humiliate, they make you pay coins you barely have just to buy them something stupid like a milkshake or a new collar for their cat, and you do it, because the promise of a short animation of her grinding on your lap or choking you with a forced blowjob is just barely enough to keep you chasing. Some scenes lean pretty hard into voyeur stuff too. You peek through a classroom door, thinking you’ll see something soft and romantic, but it’s actually a teacher punishing another guy, slapping his face, making him lick her heel while you watch and pray she doesn’t notice you. Later she does notice you, of course, in the hospital of all places, when you go for a “routine check,” and suddenly her exam feels more like an interrogation mixed with a dom session. There’s a weird charm in how unpolished the whole city feels, like everybody is improvising their fetishes on the spot. Sometimes it’s awkward, sometimes it’s hot as hell, sometimes you just end up standing in the wrong corridor thinking, “why am I being forced to wear a girl’s panties under my uniform just so I can join a study group?” but you still click yes and keep going, because VAM City doesn’t really ask for your pride, it just assumes it already owns it.

Vacation in this thing feels like someone put a porn game and a lazy Sunday detective show in a blender, forgot the lid, and just let it splatter everywhere. You’re this burned out cop finally getting time off, expecting beaches and cocktails, and what you get is a storm, a creaky old house, and a small collection of women who, basically, have zero respect for personal space. The game doesn’t rush the sex right away, which I liked way more than I expected. First you’re just walking around, stuck inside because of the rain, checking rooms, bumping into half-dressed milfs and girls who treat clothing like a suggestion. At first it’s just teasing. A towel slipping when she thinks nobody’s watching, a shower door not properly closed, a laptop on the bed playing porn while she’s “not touching herself” at all. Sure.

The sandbox part is actually pretty chill. You click around the house, watch how the day moves, and slowly figure out everyone’s little secret. There’s this one scene where you accidentally walk past an open door and catch her on the couch, legs wide, vibrator buzzing like crazy, and she still acts offended that you didn’t knock. I laughed out loud. Then I reloaded to watch it again, because, yeah. Voyeur stuff is everywhere. You can stand there like a creep, peeking at them masturbating, or you can act polite and then end up with her on her knees anyway, pretending she’s “just helping you relax” with her mouth. The animations are surprisingly expressive in those moments, you see the body move, tits bouncing while she rides you, or her ass grinding down on your lap until your cum fills her and she looks pleased with herself, like she solved a puzzle. I had one run where I tried to avoid creampies and it lasted like 10 minutes before the game threw a “whoops, slipped inside” kind of scene at me and I just gave up.

What really caught me is the pacing, though. It’s not just click boob, get reward. Sometimes you do a little favor, chat during breakfast, hear some half-serious backstory, then later that same woman is pushing your head between her legs on the balcony, clearly enjoying the risk of someone down the street maybe seeing something. The humor is low-key stupid, in a good way. There’s a part where you’re supposed to “investigate” something, because yeah, detective instincts, but it turns into you stuck in a closet watching two of them make out on the bed and eventually go from kissing to full-on pussy eating while you try not to breathe too loud. It’s kinda hot and kinda funny, because you’re supposed to be a professional and instead you’re hiding like a horny teenager. I wish the UI didn’t make me misclick so often on the damn stairs but whatever, I still kept going back to certain events, like the shower blowjob where water runs over her big tits while she looks up at you, or the quiet night where she sneaks into your room, pulls your pants down silently and strokes you under the blanket, whispering that the others might hear you if you moan too loud. I opened this in Chrome on my phone once, saying I’ll just check one scene, and suddenly I’m sitting there, screen brightness low, following some stupid little side route just because I wanted to see if she’d use that toy on herself or on me. She used it on herself, by the way, and made such a mess on the sheets that I actually laughed, thinking whoever owns that house is never getting that deposit back.

Stormbound Hotel feels like someone mashed together a horny ghost story, a dating sim, and that awkward moment when Pornhub auto-plays a video you didn’t exactly search for but you keep watching anyway. You’re the poor bastard who runs this weird, isolated hotel, basically a pretty boy receptionist who accidentally signed a contract with... whatever the hell that thing in the background is. It comments on you, on the girls, on your choices, like a shitty Twitch chat that can read your thoughts. The place looks fancy at first glance, but it has this “you’re not going anywhere” vibe. Doors feel more like rules than furniture. Guests show up, storms hit, secrets drip out slowly, like cum on the floor you forgot to clean. You're supposed to be a gracious host, but the whole building is basically one big voyeur nest, watching everything, quietly jerking off to social tension.

Sara is the first real test. She walks in like a normal guest, soaked from the rain, kind of nervous, kind of curious. Nothing too wild at the start: you offer towels, small talk, that polite flirting where you’re both pretending it’s just normal hospitality, while the camera keeps hanging on her chest and legs longer than it should. She’s got those big soft tits that the game clearly loves to show, clothes clinging when wet, little hints of nipples, this teasing rhythm where you’re not sure if you imagined it. Scenes start tame: a hand “accidentally” brushing her thigh, a joke that’s almost too sexual, her catching you glancing at her boobs through the hotel uniform. Then you get those choice points where the whole vibe shifts. You lean in too fast, she shuts down. Play it slow, she opens up. It’s not subtle exactly, but it feels like the game actually wants you to read her mood, not just mash the horny option. When she touches herself in that lonely room and you watch from the shadows, it’s hot, but also kinda fucked up how normal your character treats spying on a guest masturbating. I liked it. I hated that I liked it. Then I liked that I hated it.

At some point the game starts slipping in more explicit stuff: messy blowjobs where you see her struggle for breath a bit, handjobs where her fingers glide with this lazy, intimate pace, footjobs that come out of nowhere like “oh, we’re doing that now, okay.” The camera loves her feet almost as much as her tits, focusing on toes curling when she gets close, or her sole pressing on your cock while she gives you this half-innocent, half-knowing smile. There’s a scene where she tries a toy in the bathroom, the kind of thing that looks like she brought it “just in case” but the hotel is clearly egging her on. Wet sounds, little gasps, mirror shots, the usual, but the fun part is that you know she thinks she’s alone while the hotel is basically watching every move. It sometimes cuts just before you expect explicit penetration, then later throws a full-on vaginal scene in a place that feels almost too public, with doors not quite closed and the constant risk someone sees you. The sex itself is straightforward: big boobs bouncing, mouth wrapped around you, your hand on her hair, her legs spread on the bed or couch, her bare feet rubbing you until you twitch. It’s not reinventing porn or something, but the whole hotel setup, with this creepy spectator voice and you as this half-trapped, half-lucky host, gives it this strange flavor of erotic pressure. It’s romance, sure, in a broken way. The kind of romance where someone falls in love with the person who keeps watching them when they think they’re alone, and the game pretends that’s almost sweet.

Whole vibe here is like someone mashed a sci‑fi VN, horny college comedy and weird timeline conspiracy thread from Reddit, then just left in all the rough edges. You’re this guy starting at an uni that looks normal on the surface, but history’s literally missing chunks, teachers act like some parts of the past never existed, and you’re juggling “save the world” with “try not to nut in 10 seconds when the busty redhead MILF lab assistant bends over the desk”. It’s not subtle. One scene you’re in a serious talk about erased memories and global crisis, next scene you’re getting a slow, teasing handjob in a cramped storage room while trying to keep quiet because there’s a lecture going on outside the door. The game just swerves like that. It felt messy in a good way. And sometimes in a stupid way. But kind of charming stupid.

Sex stuff lands harder because it keeps using the school setting instead of forgetting it after the intro. Uniform skirts hitched up over desks, a schoolgirl outfit that’s clearly two sizes too small, and that moment when you realize the “strict officer from the security department” also wears a perfectly clean university badge, then she closes the blinds and suddenly your “discipline meeting” becomes her sitting on your lap, grinding on your cock through your pants, whispering in your ear about how bad boys need to be “re-educated”. She looks about as “milf” as a porn thumbnail, ridiculous huge tits smushed against your face while she titfucks you, saliva and lube all over, and the MC just trying to keep it together. I say “trying”, but he’s a disaster. In one scene he walks into a lab to investigate some anomaly, finds a voyeur cam feed accidentally still on, and instead of freaking out, he just starts stroking to a live view of a classmate on her bed, toys out, full ahegao face when she cums. Which is horrible. And also hot. And also kind of funny, because he gets caught mid‑jerk by another girl, and that spins into awkward oral under a lab table with her telling him, “You’re disgusting… don’t stop.” Whole thing has this unpolished, horny brain energy like a guy switching tabs between Pornhub and some obscure sci‑fi forum.

The 3D style is a bit cursed sometimes, and I mean that lovingly. Boobs in this game have gravity that does not exist in our universe, like they’re trying to escape into orbit, but then there’s this scene on the dorm rooftop at night where the lighting hits just right, girl in half‑undone uniform shirt, nipples poking through the fabric, she slowly drops to her knees and gives you this sloppy, messy blowjob while pretending she’s just “testing your reactions” for a research project. That part looks way better than it has any right to. Then another time, in the library, the lips look off and you barely notice because she’s drooling all over your shaft, choking a bit, pulling away with strands of spit hanging, eyes glazed in full ahegao while you grab her head and she pushes your cock between her tits for a wet titfuck, licking the tip each time it pops up. Creampies are everywhere too: bent over classroom desk, skirt pushed up, you pounding from behind, her moaning into her own sleeve so nobody hears while you fill her up and she just keeps pushing back, cum leaking down her thighs after. And if you want to milk every spicy second, don’t skip through the “talky” parts too fast: half the fun is teasing a character over multiple scenes till she finally snaps, throws you against a door and says, “Fine, you win,” before climbing on and riding you raw, big tits bouncing in your face while the whole world crisis bullshit can wait for one more orgasm.

Your life imploded because your wife fucked you over in the loudest way possible, and the courts helped her do it. Five years later, you’re older, bitter, technically “free”, and still jerking off to memories of the life she stole. “Whoremonger NTE” drops you right into that headspace. You’re not some anime prettyboy virgin hero. You’re a pissed-off dad with a wrecked past, a dick that still works, and a whole new playground full of people who don’t know who you used to be. The fun part is watching how far you’re willing to push it. You can play it soft at first, like some broken romantic trying to rebuild something normal with shy girls, milfs, even that “untouchable” teacher type. Or you can start taking what you want: use blackmail when you catch someone cheating, twist a horny teen virgin into a slut, let a stressed-out older woman “relax” on your cock, or sit back and just watch first, jerk later. There is a whole lot of teasing before anything happens, and then it just snaps. One route I went from awkward handjob behind the bleachers to her on her knees in an empty classroom, messy blowjob, and she’s the one begging to get creampied, while we both pretend the security cameras are off. Joke’s on her.

The real hook for me is that the game pretends to care about your “soul” while you’re literally corrupting half the cast. There are romance flags, corruption flags, NTR flags, all playing tug-of-war in the background. You catch a girl flirting with some loser? You can walk away, be the “good guy” and maybe get the pure romance later. Or you lean into it, encourage her to cheat, film her getting fucked, and hold that over her. One path had me letting a milf “borrow” my dick because her husband is useless, then on another save I pushed her into lesbian stuff with a younger girl, toys and all, while I was just a voyeur in the corner, dick in hand. The game is not shy: titfucks with both small and huge tits, anal scenes where the sweet girl suddenly loves it rough, footjobs that start as a joke and end with you groaning against a couch, incest tension that goes from “this is wrong” to “ok, just the tip” way too fast. There’s even graphic violence spiking up at weird moments, like the story reminding you this is not some comfy harem VN; shit has consequences, even when you’re balls-deep. And yeah, some scenes drag a bit, like that one long teasing sequence with no payoff where I kept clicking expecting at least a quick handjob and… nothing. Still annoyed about that. But then later the same girl shows up, sits on your lap in public, grinding her big ass on your cock while pretending to help with “homework”, and suddenly you forget you were mad at the pacing. The whole thing feels like someone mashed midlife crisis, school trash drama, gilf fantasies, and dumb hentai humor into one messy save file, then asked you, very politely, how badly you want to ruin everyone.

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.

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.

Calendar-wise, this one is absolutely a messy fantasy for that awkward “post-Christmas, pre-New-Year, I hate my family and want orc dick” week. You boot it up thinking, alright, some generic elf revenge story, I’ll tab out to Twitter every five minutes. Then the game throws this skinny, pissed-off sorcerer elf prince at you, Xareth, with this permanent “I’m better than everyone” face, and literally ten minutes later he’s getting his ass grabbed by a mountain of green muscle in a fur loincloth, and suddenly you’re not checking your phone anymore. It starts like political drama, father dethroned, kingdom stolen by some scammer king, blabla, royal duty, magic training, all that, and then out of nowhere you’re crouched behind a rock, watching orcs train shirtless, sweaty, slamming into each other like a gay rugby team that lost their clothes. And the game is just like, yeah, you can stare. Or walk up. Or grope. No explanation, no moral questions, just “do you want the big orc, the bigger orc, or the scarred orc that definitely knows five ways to rearrange your spine during anal”.

What I love and hate is how it pretends to be serious story one second, then goes full horny chaos the next. There’s this scene where you sneak into the orc camp as a “diplomat” and you’re trying to talk politics, like, “help me take back my throne,” and the chieftain is only half listening because he’s staring at Xareth’s ass. You get a dialogue choice: keep talking strategy, or let him “inspect the merchandise.” I picked strategy, because I’m boring, and he still grabbed Xareth, pushed him over some crude wooden table, and started fingering him from behind while discussing battle routes. It’s stupid and hot at the same time. The camera lingers way too long on how Xareth is trying to keep a straight face while getting stretched open, his hand shaking over the war map. And the worst part, I laughed, because the music is still trying to sound epic while you’re basically doing backroom porn with flags and torches. The oral scenes are rough too, like, not “cute blowjob,” more “orc uses your throat like it’s a warm sleeve,” especially in that group sex bath event where Xareth ends up kneeling between two orcs, one in his mouth, one ramming him from behind, and another one just… watching? For no reason? And I swear the watcher was the hottest. Or not. I keep changing my mind about that guy. Anyway, there’s also this sudden interracial monster encounter in a forest cave, where some corrupted beast-thing corners Xareth, and you’re like “ah cool, boss fight,” then the combat fades out and it shoves him against the rocks, claws tracing his muscles, and the game goes, “Do you resist, or see what happens?” and at that point I just accepted that this world runs on cum instead of logic. Twitter crashed on my phone during that scene and I forgot to open it again.

It leans hard into the whole “muscle orc, slender elf” contrast, which normally I’m kinda tired of, but here they play with it enough to keep it alive. There’s an early campfire scene where Xareth is pretending he’s in control, trying to negotiate which tribe will support him, and this broad-shouldered orc with big tusks just sits behind him, wraps one arm around that tiny waist and starts palming his cock through his robes, casual as hell, like it’s normal diplomacy. Xareth still talks about alliances while his voice gets shakier, and the text actually reacts to how long you let it go before you pick a choice. I got distracted scrolling Discord during that, came back, and the game was describing how wet his ass already was just from grinding on the orc’s thigh. I complained to myself about the font in the dialogue box not matching the vibe, and then immediately forgot about it because suddenly there’s multiple penetration in a war tent, with two orcs sandwiching him, one in his ass, one pushing into his mouth, and a third guy holding his hair and making him look each of them in the eye while they fuck him. That scene actually made me pause to drink water. Not because of the intensity, but because I kept trying to see if Xareth was still pretending to be prince or just fully orc cumdump already. The game never really decides, and honestly I like that. Or I don’t. Depends on which route I clicked last. There’s a late-game bit where you finally march against the fake king, and on the way there, instead of big speeches, you’re in the back of a wagon, sprawled over an orc’s lap, getting lazy morning anal while another guy feeds you fruit and his fingers “accidentally” slip into your mouth. I wanted more political intrigue there, but then the camera showed this ridiculous close-up of Xareth’s big ass bouncing with every thrust and yeah, alright, fine, happy holidays to me.