Knights of the Lust Temple feels like some horny fever dream you’d have after replaying KOTOR too much and accidentally searching the wrong tag on F95. It doesn’t even pretend to be serious about the lore. You get tossed into this janky sci‑fi Star Wars parody with a female MC who looks like the universe’s hottest space rogue, big tits, big ass, that kind of “yeah ok, fanservice won” body, and then everything just spirals. One moment you’re talking about ancient temples and crystals, next moment you’re on your knees giving oral to some smug bastard in a starship corridor while the game pretends it’s still a noble space adventure. There’s this weird mix of old school VN pacing with little nods to KOTOR, but instead of picking light side or dark side, you’re basically just picking how hard you’re going to get railed, and by who, or how many. I liked that there’s more teasing than I expected; it doesn’t jump straight to penetration every scene, you actually get that slow burn where someone is groping her through the outfit, fingers sliding under straps, the MC biting her lip, and you can feel the scene winding up. Then out of nowhere it cuts to hardcore anal or multiple penetration like “yeah, foreplay time is over, hope you stretched.”

The girls are carrying this thing. Nell and Mira and the whole Cova Nell vibe, they’ve got that mix of badass mercenary and total slut once the clothes start to fall off. There are scenes where the MC is in control, making another girl strip and masturbate while she watches, and it leans hard into the lesbian stuff, tongue between thighs, messy faces, all that. Then in other routes she’s on the back foot, pinned against a bulkhead while hands are everywhere, tits squeezed, panties shoved aside, dick shoved in raw and it goes full creampie without any sweet talk. Some of the *** moments are intense and not really softened, it’s rough, humiliation, her forced to suck and then fucked from behind while someone else takes her mouth, true group sex dogpile energy. It’s messed up, and then the game suddenly goes back to cheeky parody jokes like nothing happened, which feels crazy and kind of realistic in a broken way. The 3dcg models look good enough to get you hard, even when a pose is slightly off, and honestly the unpolished parts almost help, like you’re watching some forbidden fan project that escaped from a horny dev’s hard drive. I kept thinking “ok, one more scene then I stop” and then there’s another situation with her on a cold metal table, legs spread, one guy in her pussy, another in her ass, someone holding her head so she has to lick a wet cock while she moans around it, and I’m like yeah alright, I’m not stopping anything. There’s this tiny UI button in the corner that flickers for no reason and it annoys the shit out of me every time, and I kept staring at it while the MC is getting filled from both ends, but I still couldn’t look away from the screen.

A horny Harry Potter parody that actually leans into the weird stuff instead of pretending it’s just about “magic academy romance”. Here you’re poking around this twisted version of Hogwarts, and everything feels a bit off, like someone cast a spell that replaced the school rules with Pornhub search history. Hermione isn’t the book-nerd side character anymore, she’s basically the main toy and the story keeps throwing her into these situations where “ancient evil” really just means some smug bastard who figured out how to use mind control for sex. At first it looks like standard fanfic: dusty corridors, old portraits, secret rooms, some forbidden book with too many eyes on the cover. Then you’re making her kneel in front of that “forbidden book” and telling her to practice her oral skills while supposedly “studying”. And the worst part is how the game pretends this is all serious mythology, like yes, very tragic prophecy, anyway get her on the desk and fuck her brains out because ritual requires it. Sure.

What makes it fun is how it keeps twisting canon stuff into dirty scenes. You get cosplay vibes right away: Hermione in slightly off-brand school uniform, later in slutty “ritual robes” that barely cover her nipples, or in some half-assed monster girl form when the magic corruption starts kicking in and suddenly she has horns or a tail and still acts like homework is the real problem. One moment she’s this shy witch blushing about kissing a girl, next she’s tongue-deep in another witch’s pussy because “the spell only works with shared fluids”. It goes from romance-lite, holding hands in a hidden classroom, to full mind-controlled gangbang where her eyes are glazed and she’s riding twin brothers while some older milf professor pretends it’s “advanced practical exam”. The game really likes that switch from consent talk to “oops, the spell made her a perfect little slave, guess we have to use her now”. It’s dirty in that slightly uncomfortable way that still makes you click “continue” way too fast.

There’s this one scene that stuck with me and honestly it’s not even the nastiest one. You’re in some abandoned tower, candles everywhere, and Hermione is masturbating on the floor, muttering bits of Latin and Harry’s name in the same breath, like she can’t decide if she wants safety or corruption. You’re supposed to be this ancient power whispering inside her head, telling her to touch herself “for knowledge”, and every time you push her a little more she reacts, panties soaked, fingers inside, begging for more magic. Later you get proper penetration scenes, her bent over an old stone altar, getting filled while she chants spells that sound like they should protect her but clearly don’t. And yes, there’s lesbian stuff, group stuff, a milf teacher who pretends to resist then folds in two lines, some weird romance moments where they talk about feelings while covered in cum. Not everything hits perfectly, a couple of dialogues feel like they were written on a phone in a bus, and one monster girl encounter just kind of starts, happens, and never gets mentioned again. But the overall vibe is this messy, horny, slightly cursed fan project that understands why people actually search for “Hermione mind control” at three browser tabs deep, and doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

First thing you notice is how tall she is. Not just tall, but that kind of unfair, “I could crush your skull between my thighs and you’d say thank you” tall. The castle feels built for her, not for you. Doors are too big, ceilings too high, shadows too long. You start as this regular guy who somehow walks into the worst possible horny nightmare: a fucked up old mansion twisted into a playground for a giant vampire lady who looks a lot like a certain tall queen from that zombie game, but here she’s even more cruel, more smug, and yeah, way more horny. The whole place is like a maze of wet whispers and creaking floors. You move from corridor to corridor, waiting for that click of heels behind you, knowing that when she catches you, it’s not a game over. It’s a different kind of punishment.

What surprised me is how the game mixes horny and horror without trying to be subtle. One moment you’re creeping through some dark library, watching dust in the beam of a flickering lamp, and the next she’s got you pinned against a stone pillar with one massive hand around your throat, nails at your chin, staring down with that “you’re nothing but a toy” look. She teases the fact you’ve got these weird powers, like the world is broken and you’re some glitch that can slow her, shove things with your mind, twist reality a bit. Sometimes you use them to push a wardrobe in front of a door while she’s hunting you. Sometimes you fail and she catches you, drags you off, and then it turns into this obscene little trial where she decides if you get milked with her tits, jerked off lazily while she yawns, or just taken straight, hard, with your legs shaking and her laughing when you cum too fast. She treats creampies like trophies. There’s one scene in a ruined chapel where she rides you in a broken pew, stained glass behind her, and after you explode inside her, she stands up and you literally see it drip down her thighs while she calls you “useful.” I hated how much I liked that. I also hated that the inventory menu sound is too loud and it annoyed me every single time, and the game never fixes it.

The best part is that it often feels like you’re playing some fucked up dating sim from hell, where romance is twisted into this toxic, possessive thing. She’ll act gentle for ten seconds, stroking your hair, almost soft, then flip and use you like a living stress toy. You can try to play smart, pick dialogue that pushes back, use your powers to resist, but honestly, half the fun is failing and seeing her switch into full female domination mode. There’s a section in the dungeon where a monster girl variant of her shows up, more feral, claws scraping the floor, and if she catches you, she doesn’t bother pretending to be classy. She just tears open your pants and uses you. It’s rough, messy, and still weirdly romantic in this fucked up way, like you’re the one sane person stuck in a dystopian porn dream and the universe keeps asking if you’re sure you want to say no. The whole thing feels like a parody of that survival horror game everyone knows, but it leans hard into the “you’re prey and you kind of like it” angle. It’s ugly in some places, awkward in others, but when she bends over, tits spilling out of that dress, smirking because you can’t stop staring at her ass while ghosts whisper in the walls, all the weird edges suddenly make sense.

You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.

Tali is absolutely not the shy little quarian tech nerd people remember from the original games. Here she’s more like the center of a very rude quiz show where every question is “How far are you willing to go this time?” and the answer keeps getting filthier. The story picks up after she escapes this messed up ghost ship, and instead of going back to anything safe, she ends up bouncing around space with a bunch of “friends” who have very specific ideas about what to do with her suit, her body, and her obedience. One moment you’re in a legit combat scene, trying to manage shields and positioning, and the next moment losing a fight means Tali is on her knees, visor fogged, being used like a trophy by whatever monster just wrecked you. And yeah, the camera really loves her ass. Whoever built those shots deserves an award. Maybe “Excessive Focus On Tali’s Butt” gold medal.

The game kind of feels like a horny Mass Effect quiz where every choice is secretly: a) blowjob, b) anal, c) corruption, d) all of the above. You run around in this sandbox structure, poke different parts of the ship or station, and suddenly you’re in some awkward scene with Liara teasing her while EDI throws dry comments in the background like she’s hosting a porn podcast. One of my favorite dumb moments: I was half-tabbing out to check Discord, left a teasing scene running with Tali “practicing” oral on some alien cock, came back and she had switched positions and was riding instead because I let the idle animation chain continue. No tooltip, no pop up, just “you ignored the scene, now she’s even more corrupted, congrats.” It’s janky in spots, the animations sometimes loop too obviously, and Kasumi just kind of appears, steals the spotlight with a handjob scene, then vanishes again like a horny ninja. Never explained properly, and the game just shrugs and moves on.

What’s nice is how it leans fully into parody without being shy about anything. Miranda’s big tits are used exactly how you think, Ashley is still an uptight soldier but now her idea of discipline is getting Tali to “follow orders” with vaginal and anal rewards, and somewhere in the middle Shepard is there, but half of the time feels like a side character in his own porn. The corruption aspect creeps up on you in a stupidly fun way: early Tali is awkward, blushing, touching herself alone in a quiet room, just masturbation and a bit of teasing. A few bad fights lost, some “training” with Shiala and Samara, one very wrong encounter with a slime-like monster, and suddenly she’s the one grabbing cocks first, begging for more, suit open in places you’re pretty sure are not Alliance regulation. It’s dirty, it’s uneven, it repeats a couple of angles too much, and the UI sometimes hides a choice you swear should be there. But when she bends over in zero-g and the whole scene turns into this slow, weightless anal fuck with her gasping inside the helmet, you kind of forget what you were annoyed about. Or what you were doing before the scene started. Or why Jira is still open in another tab.

Tali on pilgrimage, horny as fuck, stuck in a sandboxy slice of the Mass Effect universe where everything feels just a little off in a fun way. The vibe is like someone took the usual “save the galaxy” story, turned the camera away from Shepard, and just followed this masked quarian girl while she slowly loses all her restraint. You start small. Teasing, light flirting, lots of “oh this is just necessary for the mission” kind of bullshit she tells herself. The corruption is very slow, and actually kind of cute at the start. She fingers herself in some corner of the ship, trying to be quiet, suit still on, thinking about Miranda’s insane tits or Liara’s soft tentacle-girl energy, and you’re just there clicking through, deciding how far she lets her mind wander. Porn game, sure, but it’s got that lazy, comfortable pace where your hand just rests on the mouse and you forget Telegram is still open in the background.

Then stuff escalates and suddenly you are juggling combat screens with monsters while half your brain is thinking “how do I get Tali alone with that tentacle thing again.” The combat is simple, more like a loose frame that lets the corruption scenes drip in after fights. Win a scuffle, get a new scene. Lose, get a different kind of scene. Sometimes it’s oral, sometimes anal, sometimes you just watch her grind on some alien cock like she’s trying to erase her old pilgrim self. There’s this one bit with a monster pinning her, her suit half open, ass pushed up, and she’s trying to say no while the text clearly sells that her body already decided. It’s filthy, but it stays oddly chill. Not edgy, more like “yeah, she’s fucked, and she likes it way more than she wants to admit.”

The sandbox element is kind of messy but in a good “old Ren’Py browser game with too many menus” way. You hop around locations on the flotilla, talk to people, poke at EDI or Ashley or whoever, unlock new lewd paths. Some zones feel empty as hell, like they exist just so the dev can maybe add something in the future, and you wander in circles thinking “was there supposed to be a scene here?” Then suddenly you stumble into a long masturbation chain with Tali that’s animated just enough to keep your dick interested, hips moving, tits bouncing, quarian moans. I liked that the game doesn’t hold your hand; it sometimes straight up ignores you, gives no hint where the next hot thing is. You alt-tab to Discord, complain in some adult-games channel, go back, click something random, and boom, Tali is choking on cock in zero gravity like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s not polished, some animations loop weird, some lines sound like Google Translate had a stroke, but that roughness fits. Feels like watching a dirty fan project grow into its own corrupt little universe, where the pilgrimage is less about honor and more about how many holes she can fill before going back to the flotilla and pretending she learned something spiritual.

You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.

Jack feels like that guy in your Discord who keeps saying “I’ve changed, trust me” after nuking every relationship he had. Except here he’s in the future, with tech everywhere, floating cars, weird gadgets, fancy screens, and he’s still emotionally stuck in the same old shit. That’s kinda the core vibe: ultra modern world, very old problems, and lots of tits. Big ones. The game throws you into his routine where every “normal” situation has this horny tilt to it. You’re clicking around his place, snooping through messages, cams, little icons, and suddenly you’re watching someone undress on a holo-display, wondering if this counts as stalking or “just checking the feed.” It’s one of those stories where the line between being curious and being a damn creep is really thin, and the game doesn’t babysit you about it.

The point & click side feels almost like old Flash stuff, but with 3D renders and more ass in your face. You move Jack through these clean sci fi corridors and high-tech apartments that look like they were designed on Pinterest, then you zoom in on a shower door that isn’t fully closed, or a smart mirror that “accidentally” records more than it should. There is a lot of voyeurism energy here. You’re not always invited into the scene, you kinda slip in from the side. Maybe you trigger the wrong dialogue, and suddenly you’re watching a girl bend over in front of a camera Jack forgot to turn off. Sometimes you feel guilty. Sometimes you don’t. Depends how long you stare. The game loves big asses and big tits, and it shows them with this lazy confidence, like “yeah, of course she’s stacked, why are you surprised.” There’s romance buried under all the nudity too, awkward and messy, like texting your ex on WhatsApp while you’re already on Tinder. Jack is trying to fix his past, but he also can’t stop checking out every curve that moves near him. He’s not a hero. He’s just horny and scared.

What really got me is how the lewd stuff and the story trip over each other. One moment you’re having this semi deep talk about regret and second chances, the next you’re clicking a dialogue option that makes Jack say something so thirsty you cringe and still pick it, because you want that extra scene unlocked. It’s very “I hate this, click again.” The humor swings between clever and total dad joke, with some lines that feel like they were translated twice and never proofread, which somehow fits Jack’s energy. The sex scenes are more about slow teasing and watching than crazy positions. You often see things from a distance first, through glass, through screens, like you’re not supposed to be there. Then if you play your choices right, you get closer, literally. It scratches that collector brain too: you’ll click on every tiny glowing spot just to unlock another gallery render, and half the time it’s just someone half naked on a couch but you still feel weirdly proud. It’s messy, horny, slightly trashy, sometimes sweet by accident, and the future setting is just polished enough that when someone walks past in tight clothes and no bra, you believe technology made society like this and nobody logged out.

You close your eyes in your boring bedroom and open them in the kind of fever dream only people who stayed too long on hentai subreddits would recognize. Floor’s not even yours. Gravity feels slightly drunk. There’s a catgirl kneeling on your chest like you’re furniture, tail flicking over your mouth while she argues with a floating robot about whether you count as “property” or “partner.” She’s wearing this half-assed cosplay mashup that looks like someone tried to mix maid uniform with battle gear and gave up halfway. She keeps “testing” your reactions. Fingers tracing your crotch through your pants, nails dragging just a bit too slow, telling the robot to record your pulse when she gropes you. She keeps saying it’s “for science” but she’s grinding on your thigh while she says it, so yeah. Science with nipple clamps and a collar.

The game plays like some horny sandbox dating sim that drank too much sci-fi and shonen anime. You wander a weird city that looks medieval if you squint, until a neon sign pops up over an elf brothel and ruins the illusion. There’s monster girls tending stalls and they all look at you like you’re a walking virgin buff. Some of them actually say it. Out loud. One big-titted cyclops girl literally bets you she can make you cum from a handjob without letting you thrust at all, and the game actually locks your inputs and makes you watch her smug face while she squeezes and strokes and slows down right before your bar hits full. She spits on your tip, smirks, denies you on purpose, and then asks if she can tag you as a “denied client” in her app. I swear it felt more humiliating than losing in ranked on Valorant.

What really messed with me was how often the world pretends sex is just another stat. There’s an elf matron who checks your “breeding potential” like she’s scanning a QR code, talks about your balls like they’re gear in an RPG, then drags you behind a curtain and mounts you slow, riding you raw while lecturing you on proper thrust rhythm. She keeps squeezing her pregnant belly against your stomach, milk leaking down on your chest, telling you this is your “future” if you keep signing slave contracts without reading them. Then, same game, you’re in a dirty alley watching two girls in cosplay dom gear spit on a chained-up maid and use her face for practice. One sits on her nose, the other pinches her nipples till she squirts all over the ground, and you don’t even get to join unless you agree to be collared too. The childhood friend with the short hair finds out later, pins you in the wrestling ring, sits on your face and rubs herself all over your mouth while punching your stomach lightly every time you try to breathe, calling you a perv and making you say whose slave you want to be. She keeps pretending she’ll let you cum if you answer “correct,” then pulls away right when you’re twitching, laughing in that half-cruel, half-affectionate way that makes your brain melt.

Group scenes happen so casually it almost feels wrong. You walk into a bathhouse and suddenly there’s a harem of different races arguing over who gets your cock first. One girl wants anal, one wants your mouth, one just wants to milk you with her tits. They line you up, use your body like a shared toy, switch places without asking, and the camera just lingers on wet skin, dripping cum, drooling mouths. A robot hovers overhead and records everything for “research,” again, but secretly you find that same recording in your room later and, yeah, you end up jerking off to your own humiliation. Sometimes the game makes you just watch. A lesbian dom scene behind a glass wall, another girl getting spanked till her ass glows red, then shoved full of a dildo while she cries and smiles at the same time. You can’t help. You can only stare. And worse, the UI tracks how long you watched, and some characters tease you about it later like they saw your browser history. Not gonna lie, some of the animated ahegao faces look stupid as hell, tongues flopping like broken gifs, but then one of them starts squirting on your abs while begging for more and your brain just forgives everything.

I kept wishing they’d at least let me change one stupid tiny thing, like that ugly default collar you get tagged with in the early slave arc, but no, it stays in every sex scene for hours, mocking you quietly. You go from shy virgin to the guy who’s creampied an orc, an elf, a catgirl, and something with too many tentacles, and still that same cheap collar sits on your neck, reminding you you’re never fully in control here. It’s messy, horny, mean, sometimes sweet by accident, like when the pregnant catgirl curls around you in bed, leaking milk on your chest and purring while you lazily finger her and she tries not to moan too loud. Then she ruins the moment, calls the robot, and asks it to replay earlier footage of you getting pegged so she can laugh at your face while you cum again inside her. This whole world feels like that: one long, sweaty joke on you that somehow keeps you hard anyway.