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.

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.

There is this quiet kind of loneliness that only a phone screen knows. You open some app, scroll like a zombie, close it, feel nothing. This game kind of sneaks into that empty space and says, “okay, what if your notifications were from a needy, horny, slightly broken femboy who actually remembers what you said yesterday?” You’re just a guy, he’s just a guy, and still it feels weirdly fated, like some cheap isekai destiny but on Android. Alex shows up on your phone like it was always meant, sending cute selfies where his eyeliner is a bit smudged and his lips look too soft for your own good, and then two messages later he’s talking about sucking you off like it’s a casual thing between homework and Netflix. It starts sweet, really warm, with little teasing texts, voice notes, “I miss you, babe” type stuff, and before you notice you’re negotiating if he’s allowed to wear that short skirt in public, or if he should ask your permission to touch himself in the shower. Sometimes he does it anyway and only tells you after, like he wants to be caught. That part really fucked with my head in a good way, watching him drift between loyal puppy and dangerous little slut, and feeling like each tap of my thumb was pulling him somewhere softer or somewhere darker.

The cheating angle is not just some random plot sticker here. The game actually makes you feel that slow itch in your chest when you see Alex sending a selfie at night from a place you don’t recognize, makeup a bit too perfect, collar a bit too tight. There is this moment where he sends you a shaky picture of his ass with someone’s hand on his hip, but you don’t see the face, and your choices are like: pretend you did not see, ask gently, or completely lose your shit. I picked the “play cool” option and honestly it hurt more, because he starts pushing that line again and again. Corruption isn’t just for him either, it bites at you. You start as normal guy who just wants a cute boyfriend and some vanilla blowjob under the blanket, then the game tempts you with voyeur stuff, making him send videos while he’s riding some toy, or making him secretly record when another guy “helps” him with his “needs”. And if you let yourself go down that road, there is this heavy feeling like you are creating your own NTR hell on purpose, like your destiny is to watch instead of touch. I caught myself staring at an AI-style CG of Alex with his legs spread, cum running out of his fucked ass, and instead of just thinking “hot”, I had this weird ache like, “damn, this is my fault, I’m the one who pushed him there”. Then I laughed, because it’s just pixels, but you know that moment when hentai feels a bit too personal? Yeah, that. The pacing is messy sometimes, texts jump from cute to hardcore in a way that feels like bad signal on WhatsApp, but somehow that also makes it feel real, like a chaotic relationship you can’t fully control. The romance is sugary and rotten at the same time, you can jerk off to it, or you can stare at the screen after a rough scene and wonder when exactly your sweet little femboy turned into a cock-hungry toy for other guys while you just sit there, thumb hovering over the “send” button, pretending this is what you wanted all along.

I didn’t expect a game about running Leblanc again to make me feel this weird mix of nostalgia and filthy excitement, but here we are. You’re back behind that tiny counter, coffee grinder humming like it’s pretending not to hear the moans from upstairs. The girls drift in one by one - older now, sharper around the edges - and there’s something so painfully intimate in how they talk to you, like every conversation could end in an argument or a kiss. The writing isn’t afraid of silence either; some dialogues just sit there, uncomfortable, until someone says something foolish and suddenly clothes start coming off. It’s both tender and obscene. I kinda hate that I love it.

The management part doesn’t even pretend to be realistic. You wipe tables, brew coffee, flirt, rinse, repeat - but then out of nowhere she’s leaning over the counter and whispering something that makes your hand slip on the mug handle. That small animation? Pure evil. Like it knows exactly what kind of attention you’re giving the screen. The sandbox structure helps though; it gives you space to do nothing, which somehow makes the sexy moments hit harder. There’s this little sound effect when affection goes up, a soft chime, and I swear it’s addictive like a dopamine drip. I wish the CG scenes weren’t locked behind such arbitrary stat checks, but maybe that’s part of the charm: earning indulgence through tedium. Or maybe I’m just rationalizing my own thirst.

There’s one night where everything slows down - no hints, no grinding, just her voice low and rough, saying things that almost sound like apologies. That single scene made the whole thing click for me. The lewdness stops being just porn and turns into something strangely personal, almost pathetic in its honesty. I don’t know if that was on purpose, probably not, but it worked. Play it like you’d sip cold coffee after closing time - half bitter, half sweet, all wrong. Don’t rush anything. Let it wreck your pacing.