Year 2990, deep space, and you’re basically the kid your teachers warned each other about. Fresh out of school, still smelling like trouble and cheap synth-alcohol, one stupid fight with a pissed-off teacher flips your whole life sideways. His punch doesn’t just send you to the floor, it scrambles your brain in the weirdest way possible. Now your head is glitching with flashes of the future: little clips, seconds ahead, sometimes minutes, sometimes just enough to see someone’s clothes hit the ground before they even start unbuttoning. Not exactly the heroic superpower they write old holo-comics about, but in this universe, that kind of cheat code gets attention fast.

Next thing you know, you’re on a ship pointed at Andromeda. Not a rusty trash hauler, either. This thing is a flying sin palace with a mission attached. Whole crew full of women who look like they stepped out of some NSFW tagged folder you don’t talk about on main Discord. Big curves, tight suits that are clearly not designed for “safety”, and personalities that swing from sweet to absolutely feral depending who you’re talking to. There’s the one who pretends she hates your guts but keeps ending up alone with you in narrow corridors, pressing you into bulkheads and whispering in your ear. The scientist who talks about gene samples for way too long but somehow you both end up naked in a lab chair, her riding you slowly while pretending this is “for research”. And that pilot with the uniform two sizes too small, leaning over the console in front of you so her ass fills your entire view, calmly asking for your “guidance” on a new route like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing.

The future flashes mess with everything. You’re flirting and suddenly you see ten seconds ahead: her hand wrapping around your cock under the table in the mess hall. Or you kiss her and your brain jumps forward to the moment you’re buried deep inside her, her nails in your back, legs shaking while you fill her up. Then you snap back and have to pretend you’re not already hard. Sometimes you screw it up completely, say the “right” line too early, and she shuts down on you. Other times you nail it, say exactly what she needs, and it turns into this perfect run where you tease her all evening, then end up on her bunk, hips slamming, her begging you not to pull out while the ship’s engines hum under your feet. Yeah, there’s the whole “build a new world, make contact with aliens” thing going on, lots of big choices, politics, colonies, whatever. But half the time you’re in your cabin DMs, juggling three different girls, trying not to mix up who likes it slow and who wants you to pin her face-first into the mattress and pound her until her voice goes hoarse, leaving her dripping and full of your cum while you get that little flash of tomorrow, where she’s rubbing her belly and wondering if this time you knocked her up.

Everything plays out like a messed up dating sim wired straight into your dick and your bad decisions. You spend breakfast pretending to read mission reports while remembering how last night you had one of them on the bridge console, tits bouncing, your hands full of her ass while she moaned loud enough the ship AI politely raised the music volume. Sometimes you fuck up a choice and end up just getting a quick handjob in a storage room instead of the long, slow fuck you saw in your vision, and it actually stings a bit, like you missed a secret route. Other times you turn a small moment into a full-on harem scene: a future flash of two girls kneeling between your legs, swapping your cock between their mouths, one stroking your balls while the other begs you to cum in her mouth first, and you spend the whole day quietly pushing all the right buttons to make it happen. When it finally does, when both of them end up straddling you one after the other, slick and needy, taking your cum deep inside and moaning when they feel you throb and spill, you realize this isn’t just about being some space hero. It’s about how far you can push it, how many hearts and bodies you can collect around you, turning that glitch in your brain into a path toward a whole galaxy of warm thighs, messy creampies, and a harem that looks at you like you’re not just some punk who threw a punch at the wrong guy, but the center of their universe.

This thing pretends to be some big space opera, but it feels more like a horny guy got lost between Mass Effect and a bad hentai doujin and just went “yeah ok, I live here now”. You play a bounty hunter flying around the galaxy, hunting “dangerous women” who just happen to all be hot, stacked and very allergic to clothes. It starts pretty normal: small mission brief, you land on some weird alien station, there is a milf elf captain who already looks like she wants to ride you instead of arrest you. One dialog choice later, you are pinning her to the command table, and the “space justice” is literally you fucking her until her makeup is ruined and she is begging you to cum inside. Story “progression” is usually: find target, argue a bit, she underestimates you, then it is blowjob, rough sex, creampie, some quick joke, next system. Very subtle like a sledgehammer, but it weirdly works.

What I liked is how touch control actually feels natural for fapping, not like some Ren’Py game where you just tap next and pray the text auto goes faster. Here you are dragging dialogue choices with your thumb while your other hand is kind of busy, sliding up to speed through boring lines, tapping small icons to switch from oral to vaginal, or to push her head deeper on your cock when she is “pretending” to resist. There is this scene with an AI-driven ship interface, looks like some hologram milf with glowing tattoos, where you can just keep forcing her to “optimize your stress levels” by sucking you off in different camera angles, and the game lets you loop that instead of pushing you forward. I kept replaying that one with screen rotation off on my phone so I can jerk with the other hand. It plays nice on touch like FapNinja or Nutaku’s browser games, but this one is more direct, less grind, more “here is a monster girl with three tongues, figure out where to put your dick”.

Humor hits and misses. Sometimes it is pretty funny, like when some elf milf crime boss talks big about honor, then two lines later she is riding you, screaming that she is your property and that you better fill her up or she will kill you. Other times the jokes feel like someone watched too much Marvel and tried to copy that, and you just want them to shut up and get back on their knees. There is light parody of all the usual sci fi: you get star fleets, some evil federation, dumb AI assistants who act like they are above everything while literally simulating pussy for you. The hentai logic is strong: every enemy milf, monster girl, alien queen, they all secretly want your cock, and the “male domination” vibe is full on. You grab hair, you make them choke on it, you decide if you cum on their face or deep in their pussy and watch the creampie drip. Sometimes there is a bit of masturbation scene where the “evil” woman pretends she hates you but she is rubbing herself watching you, and you get this stupid grin because it is so trashy but also hot. It is not deep, and sometimes the dialog feels like it was written on a phone in a bus, but when you are lying on your bed with one hand scrolling and one hand stroking, it kind of hits exactly the dirty brain level it aims for.