You’re sitting there, phone in hand, thinking it’s just another cute little “help the girl get ready for her school exam” sim, right? Hair, makeup, outfit, some dialogue choices, a few horny CGs later. Easy. Except the “girl” the game wants to send to that exam is you. And you started this story with a dick, a very normal male student brain, and zero idea why the fuck you’re suddenly being measured on eyeliner technique and how well you can sway your hips in a tight skirt without flashing half the class.

The game opens quiet, almost boring, and that’s what hooked me. No instant blowjob tutorial, no “here’s your harem, pick a hole.” Just a nervous morning, a school setting that feels too normal, and weird little hints that something is off with your body. The first time you realize your reflection in the mirror doesn’t match the way you remember yourself, it hits like a small car crash. The dev takes their time with it, slow corruption of gender and morals at the same time. First it’s “just crossdressing for this one exam.” Then it’s “well, you need to practice walking in heels, let the teacher help your posture.” Then somehow you’re bent over the desk, feeling your ass slapped and graded like part of the curriculum, and the worst part is your in-game thoughts start to enjoy it. Those internal monologue lines when you’re getting groped in the hallway, and you catch yourself wondering which of the boys has the biggest cock, were dirtier than the actual CGs for me.

I liked how the game makes you complicit in your own downfall. You pick the lipstick shade that later gets smeared during a messy oral exam. You choose to act “a bit more submissive” to get a better score, and suddenly you’re on your knees between two classmates, throat used like a warm hole while the teacher pretends not to see. They pretend badly. There is some netorare shit going on, too, but sideways: your old male identity kind of feels like the one getting cuckolded as your new girly body gets filled, stretched, creampied. One run I had my “good girl” reputation used as an excuse to parade me in front of older staff, a humiliating little exhibition where they check if the “student” is ready. Gloved fingers spreading you open, comments about how tight you are and how a nice big black cock will fix that. Another run I resisted more and the corruption took longer, with more teasing, more “accidental” touches, more voyeur scenes in locker rooms and bathrooms, like the game was punishing me for not giving in fast enough by cranking up the sexual harassment.

It feels janky in spots. Some AI CGs look amazing from one angle and kind of cursed from another, like the face doesn’t fully match the body, or the hands are doing that weird too-many-fingers thing if you stare too long. I still stared. The summer vibe is weirdly relaxing though, all bright classrooms and sunlit corridors while behind the scenes you’re being turned into the school’s futa toy or the class’ shared virgin project, depending on choices. There is this one branching bit where you can agree to a “private tutoring” session with a strict female teacher and it starts as normal exam prep, then she makes you spread your legs on the chair, checks how wet you are “from stress,” and then uses you until you’re shaking, all while lecturing about responsibility. Female domination scenes like that felt personal, intimate in a fucked up way. Then later the same character can watch you get stuffed by multiple guys at once, barely saying anything, just writing notes like you’re a lab rat. It messed with my head in a good way.

The story is mostly kinetic in pacing but still manages to feel like a sandbox for your humiliation. One time I focused on being the perfect obedient girl and ended up pregnant from an exam “reward,” cum dripping out in a medical examination scene that treated your belly like a test result. Another time I pushed for more wild stuff and unlocked a futa transformation path, where you keep a cock while having this soft, thick ass and big boobs, so they test how many students can fit inside or around you at once. I still have the scene of being pushed up against the classroom window in my head, skirt hitched, some monster girl-looking classmate pounding me from behind while random NPCs walk outside, clueless. The game doesn’t rush those moments. It lets your thoughts spiral, your shame grow, your arousal betray you. It’s messy, inconsistent, a little ugly here and there, but the slow burn into full sissification and “everyone uses the exam girl” fantasy hits way harder because of that.

Rumors always sound stupid until you are the one they whisper about. This game throws you into one of those sticky school legends, the “there is a satanic cult behind the gym” kind of bullshit, except you actually trip over the damn book they are using. Not a cute grimoire with sparkles, more like something that looks like it smells of old cum and candle smoke. You crack it open for a laugh, and the first thing it gives you is the power to make the class virgin blush so hard she almost creams herself in the middle of an “examination” scene where the teacher leans too close, her tits brushing your arm, and you realize the book is not just edgy goth decor. It lets you push people, twist their lust, nudge their fears, and at first you just use it for small shit: making your best friend text you late at night with “I had this weird dream, why were you watching me in the shower?” while you are literally watching him through some voyeur spell on your phone, zooming in like it is some cursed Pornhub live cam. The game plays like a mix of visual novel and sandbox, you wander around school halls, club rooms, that empty classroom behind the science lab where the “mystery club” girl hides her monster girl hentai doujins, and every choice you poke in the text gets a horny consequence ten minutes later. Sometimes it is just teasing, a milf teacher accidentally pressing her big ass on your desk while bending over the board, sometimes it turns into full on corruption, like you mark a shy futa class rep with a little symbol and next time you see her she is in the bathroom stall, stroking a throbbing cock that looks too heavy for her thin legs, biting her lip and mumbling your name.

The story pretends to be about this “evil power” and responsibility, but half the time I forgot the cult plot and just chased who I could break or save or both. You can go playful, using the book to make girls horny at the worst moments, like forcing a strict nurse to lactate during a routine health check, milk stains spreading on her white top while she clenches her thighs, then suddenly she is grabbing your hand and shoving it under her skirt, muttering how this is “for science.” Or you lean into full NTR stuff, using blackmail photos and the book’s little curse tricks to push a sweet romance into pure cheating. There is one brutal route where your “best friend” tries to confess to his crush under the cherry tree and you quietly tweak her feelings so she accepts, then later you drag her into a storage room and she is on her knees around your cock, choking and crying because she knows she is his, but the spell makes betrayal feel like a delicious punishment. The game loves mixing that hurt with the horny: a loyal girlfriend getting pounded by a big black cock you summoned from some “monster” page, your corrupted class rep in a gangbang bukkake scene with faceless students dripping on her glasses, the principal on her knees in the occult club room giving a sloppy oral exam as if it is normal curriculum. There is futa, femdom, crossdressing sissification stuff where the book flips your own body, giving you a fat futa dick for one route, soft tits in another, forcing you into a skirt while a female domination demon spanks you until you are hard just from the pain. One day you are fingering a shy monster girl by the pool during summer vacation, her tail curling around your wrist as she begs for creampie, the next you are watching a furry club president hump your enchanted sex toy in the empty gym. It is messy, horny, a bit mean, and the book never really feels safe; every time you use it to make someone moan louder in a titfuck or a footjob scene, there is that tiny line of text hinting that maybe the book is also rewriting you, turning a “regular student” into something closer to the cult freaks you laughed at in the first place.

There is this awkward, horny little tension in Temptation: Become Femboy that hits pretty fast. You start as this shy 18-year-old dude dropped into a foreign country, into a house that feels way too normal at first. Middle-aged host parents, two grown kids, uni life, all that. Feels like some boring exchange student story, right up until the first time you’re alone in your room and the game pokes you with a stupidly simple choice: jerk off like usual, or let your mind wander to something a bit more… wrong. The game loves that slow slide. It does not shove you into panties in five clicks. It makes you sit with your dick in your hand thinking “ok, am I actually into this?” way more often than I expected. You can resist, and I did at the start, and then ten minutes later I was saving scumming to see what happens when you absolutely don’t resist at all.

The best parts for me are how small things snowball. A “harmless” suggestion from the host mom about grooming, or some teasing comment from the daughter about your clothes feeling outdated, feels like flavor text the first time. Then suddenly there is this tiny animated scene of you in front of a mirror, trying on something slightly too tight, and the game quietly adds a new masturbation option. Those little jerk-off scenes are actually where the corruption hits hardest. Camera pulls in on your hand, your face, the clothes (or lack of them), and the text really pushes your internal shame. You’re clicking, trying to edge, reading how the protagonist calls himself a pervert or a slut and still keeps going. The humiliation is not just “haha you got called names”, it’s that trapped feeling of enjoying something you know you shouldn’t. I kinda wish the animations were smoother, but also, the janky loop fits the vibe. It’s like watching a low-budget porn gif that somehow makes you more turned on because your brain fills the gaps. Still pisses me off that the main menu button is in a slightly weird place, and I kept misclicking it when I was going for the next choice, and no, I won’t get used to that.

What surprised me was how the female domination creeps in sideways. The host mom looks strict from the beginning, sure, but the control doesn’t start with a whip and orders, it starts with “you should be more grateful” and “we’re only doing what’s best for you”. Then later she is suddenly in your personal space, adjusting your clothes, commenting how “soft” you are, and before you know it the game locks you into this scene where you’re half-hard, scared, and somehow agreeing to be her good little thing. Her and the others treating you like a toy is hot and uncomfortable at the same time. There are moments where you’re pushed into feminization and public humiliation that made me wince in that nice way, the kind where your stomach drops and your cock twitches. And then there is the gay stuff that the protagonist insists he is not into, right until a scene where another guy is way too close and your options are basically “freeze and maybe cum” or “lean into it and definitely cum”. The way the game keeps asking what you “really” want, then slapping you with an animation of you losing control, makes it feel more like a long dirty chatlog that went way too far, instead of some polished porn game. It’s messy, a bit clumsy, and sometimes the pacing drags for no clear reason, but that actually made the corruption feel more real to me. You think nothing is happening, and then you notice the boy in the intro is gone and there’s a sissy in cute clothes staring back at you in the mirror, wondering when it all flipped.

Star Periphery feels like someone smashed a lewd dating sim into a busted space freighter and just left the whole mess running. You’re this skinny space nobody with more hormones than sense, tossed into a universe where every second woman has a thick cock, big tits, a mean streak, or all three, and half the time you’re just trying not to stare while your eyes are glued to their asses anyway. It starts pretty simple, wandering around this rusty station full of flickering neon and suspicious stains, but it sneaks up on you. One moment you’re just checking a cargo manifest, next moment a smug futa customs officer has you pressed to a wall, one gloved hand casually groping your ass while she pretends to be “searching for contraband.” That scene sold me, honestly. The way she keeps her voice calm and bored while you’re clearly leaking through your panties, teasing you with slow strokes over the fabric, then just walks away like nothing happened. Loved it. Actually I hated it because I had to reload after choosing the coward dialog and missing half the scene, but that’s another thing.

The voyeur stuff is weirdly strong here. There’s this bit where you end up stuck in a crappy hostel pod, thin bulkhead, cheap audio insulation, and you can hear a monster girl mechanic in the next room railing some poor femboy trainee. You only see flashes through a broken panel and some flickering HUD readout, but you hear everything. Wet slaps, his breathy little whines, her low voice telling him to “push back more, toy” while she spanks his ass red. No explicit camera angle, no heroic close-up of internal cumshots, just your imagination and some nasty audio. It feels more filthy than most straight up porn scenes. Then later the game turns around and throws full-on internal views at you, showing a massive futa shaft stretching your virgin ass open while some clinical scanner overlays data on muscle tension and depth. It’s kind of hot, kind of medical, kind of fucked. In a good way. Maybe. I’m still not sure. Anyway, the point is, it does both subtle and really not subtle, and sometimes in the same arc, which is confusing and nice.

What I liked most is how the romance sneaks into all the filth. There’s this MILF captain, big ass, heavy tits, looks like she bench presses starship engines for fun. At first she treats you like a disposable cabin boy, orders you to your knees for a “stress relief” handjob after a bad run, uses your mouth while checking navigation on her tablet like you’re just another system. The first time she titfucks you, she doesn’t even look down, just talks about fuel prices while your cock is sliding between her slick cleavage and you try not to cum too fast or she’ll mock you. Then hours later she quietly asks if you want to sleep in her bunk instead of the cold cargo bay, spoons you from behind, hard cock pressed between your cheeks, no sex at all, just this heavy warmth and her arm over your waist. It feels almost wholesome, then she wakes you up in the morning by grinding against your ass and whispering “open up for your captain” and you remember this is still a dirty game about turning a shy guy into a proper slutty trap. Or not, depending on choices. Sometimes you can dodge the sissification paths completely and stay a more standard sub guy, and sometimes you walk straight into a shop that sells sex toys and walk out in a thong, collar, stockings and a remote vibrator inside you because a smug futa tech-girl convinced you it improves your “crew performance.” I swear I was trying to play it cool and avoid that content, then I clicked one flirt option in a bar and suddenly I’m kneeling while she adjusts my stockings and spanks me for fidgeting. It’s messy, half-polite, half-degrading, and I kept clicking anyway.

Holly’s Summer is that kind of horny mess where you open it “just to check the art” and then suddenly you’re way too invested in two girls making every bad decision possible on a private island. You’ve got Holly, the cute “good girl” who clearly thinks she’s in control of her own story, and Brooke, who has big “I say I’m your best friend but I also kinda want to see you ruin yourself” energy. The setup looks like classic rich-boyfriend summer vacation, private house, quiet beach, you know the fantasy. And then the thieves show up, and the whole vibe just slides straight into dirty, twisted crime porn without even pretending to be subtle. One minute it’s bikini and sunscreen, next minute it’s ropes, hands where they shouldn’t be, and a house full of men who see them as toys, not people.

What I liked is how fast it stops playing nice. There’s no fake heroic rescue tone. The guys are criminals, straight-up, and the game leans into that: groping that ignores consent, “searching” their bodies like they’re looking for stolen goods inside their panties, that kind of thing. It feels like a porn comic turned into a visual story, and yeah, if you know Fernando’s stuff, this is right in that lane: lots of humiliation, the girls forced to pose, kneel, open, suck, obey, with their faces doing that mix of shame and arousal the whole time. There’s one scene where Holly ends up on her knees in front of a guy she absolutely hates, with Brooke watching from the couch, hand tied behind her back, some big dude’s fingers digging into her thigh while he tells her to “act encouraging.” I paused the game there, opened Twitter, typed a whole rant, deleted it, went back and… clicked the filthiest option anyway. The choices mostly push you between “bad” and “worse,” like, do you want Holly to resist and get punished harder, or cooperate and get praised like a good little toy. There’s a bit of femdom flavor too, but twisted: some of the female-led stuff is them being forced into a “dom” role that’s still under male control. Holly made to dominate Brooke, slap her, ride her face while guys watch and jerk off, and you can feel she’s not really on top, she’s just another tool.

The sissy content sneaks up on you. It’s not like, boom, here’s a crossdressing dude from the start. It grows out of the humiliation vibe. One of the guys clearly enjoys breaking people, and you get this path where a softer male character gets dragged into it, forced into panties, made to serve with the girls. They talk to him like he’s just another slut, shove him next to Holly and Brooke, compare their asses, treat him as “the sissy” from then on. It’s mean, it’s hot, and sometimes weirdly funny in a dark way, like when Brooke mocks him but her voice cracks because she’s still choking on cum. Interracial stuff is sprinkled in pretty casually: the game doesn’t do speeches, it just puts Holly between a white thug and a huge black guy and makes her work both, or has the girls humiliated by a mixed group that clearly enjoys turning rich island princesses into shared meat. There’s a lot of focus on female orgasm, not in some romantic way but in that cruel “we’re gonna make you come so you can’t pretend you didn’t like it” style. They edge the girls, deny them, then suddenly push them over the line at the worst possible moment, like Holly screaming in pleasure while she’s being slapped and called a whore in front of everyone. If you’re into soft, cuddly romance, this is the wrong page of the internet. If you want a dirty, criminal-feeling island nightmare where pretty girls get broken, used in groups, forced to dominate and be dominated, and a “sissy” joins the meat parade, this one just crawls into your brain and refuses to leave.

Game throws you into this fucked-up future city where futa girls basically own everything and guys like you are just squishy little collectibles that walk around and pretend to have freedom. You start as this regular dude, nothing special, kinda broke, kinda lost, and the world around you just quietly whispers “you’re gonna end up on your knees, it’s just a matter of whose floor.” I liked that it doesn’t even pretend to be fair. One wrong choice and suddenly that tall smug futa at the bar is not flirting anymore, she’s measuring you for a collar. You’re juggling boring stuff like studying, working crappy jobs, buying clothes, and then on top of that checking your “sexual stats” like it’s some horny version of a language app. One day you spam talk to a futa idol at the café, next day your anal resistance is going up, and you’re like… why am I kind of proud of this.

What really hooked me was how different the routes feel even when they share the same map and same repetitive grind. One girl treats you like a cute pet from the first eye contact, pats your head, slips her hand into your pants like it’s nothing, but still makes you chase her approval with stupid stat checks. Another will ignore you for ages, then suddenly drag you into a dark alley and shove your face into her crotch because “you finally look desperate enough.” When the blowjob scenes hit, they’re not just “here is a dick, here is a mouth.” They have this nasty power play vibe, especially when the futa or trans characters use you like a personal stress toy, hold your head, fuck your throat, and moan about how useless men are while you gag for them. Sometimes they animate these moments so your character is squirming or getting pounded and your brain is screaming that you should resist, but you’re also raising that hidden sissy stat, buying cuter clothes, maybe a plug, half on purpose, half by accident. I kept telling myself “I’ll go for a sweet dating route this time” and somehow ended kneeling naked in a dystopian apartment, ass in the air, getting edged until I agreed to be a full-time slave. The tiny thing that annoyed me most was the way some days just auto-end after a scene and skip my chance to hit the gym, like no, let me train my stamina after getting wrecked, I have goals. Anyway, the game keeps teasing you with the illusion of freedom, but honestly the fun starts when you accept you’re not here to conquer the world. You’re here to be conquered by it.

Your adventurer reaches the edge of the known world, pockets light, libido heavy, and the first thing the frontier throws at you is a horny ghost nun who wants to “purify” you with her tongue. That’s pretty much the tone here. One moment you’re juggling turn based combat against frost demons and corrupted paladins, thinking about stats and gear, and the next you’re flat on your back getting milked by a smug futa angel with more cock than patience. The world feels like someone mashed together a classic text RPG and a filthy sex diary, then forgot which part was supposed to be serious. You pick a body, tweak your tits, cock, ass, whatever, and the game never shuts up about it. Touch anything strange, drink something glowing, pray to the wrong goddess, and suddenly your “normal” hero is a lactating, tentacle-kissed, maybe-sissified mess who still pretends to care about saving people.

What I really liked is how the lewd stuff slips inside the normal exploration. You’re walking across some frozen pass, low on HP, trying to solve a simple puzzle to open a shrine door, and the puzzle is basically “how many holes are you willing to offer.” Pick “none” and you get a rough fight. Offer your mouth and you get a blowjob scene with a smug monster priest who uses your throat like a toy, then casually heals you. Offer everything and it turns into full multiple penetration, your character drooling, ahegao eyes rolling, demons laughing while they fill every opening until your corruption stat jumps. There is this one encounter with a tentacle-infested hot spring where you can just peek and voyeur from the rocks, stroking yourself in text, or you can climb in and end up being used as a living onahole, tentacles pumping your ass and pussy while another one wraps your throat and squeezes until you cum hands free. The game calls it “relaxing.” It is not relaxing. I replayed that scene four times.

Sex here isn’t “you won, here’s your prize.” Sometimes losing a battle means ***, sometimes winning still means ***, and sometimes teasing is worse than either. A smug milf cultist pins you down, edges you with her hand until you’re begging, then just leaves you with blue balls and a new fetish. A big bearded dilf paladin can either be your stern protector or your strict dom, depending how submissive you play it, and he actually spanks you mid-dialogue if you talk back too much. There’s corruption arcs where a cute virgin hero slowly becomes the village’s favorite cumdump, or turns into a futa demon queen who keeps her own harem on leashes, tits leaking milk while she uses toys on chained-up angels. Lesbian scenes feel playful and nasty at the same time, especially with monster girls who pretend to “teach” you but actually want to ride your face until you pass out. And then there’s the awkward stuff, like an early puzzle that just throws three sex options at you with barely any buildup, or a joke about religious “purity tests” that hits a bit too close, and you sit there wondering why your mobile browser is showing a possessed priestess forcing your character to confess every dirty thought while she fingers them under the altar. Still, a second later, you’re fighting an ice beast and laughing at some dumb, horny line, then opening your stats screen to check how much more corrupted you can get before the next transformation scene kicks in. It should feel too much. It doesn’t. Or maybe it does and that’s why it works.

You wake up in this “clinic” that looks less like a hospital and more like some rich asshole’s idea of rehab, and right away you feel something’s off. They keep calling you “patient” and acting like you volunteered, but the main guy literally says your sponsor signed you in because you “couldn’t handle yourself.” Which is bullshit, by the way. First thing that hits you is how quiet everything is. No TV in your room, no phone, no Discord, nothing, just white walls and a schedule you never asked for. Then she walks in: your counselor. Fake warm smile, soft voice, tight blouse, older than you but not old, definitely knows how her body looks when she leans over the desk. She talks like she cares about your “recovery,” but every question feels like she already decided the answer and just waits for you to say it wrong so she can “correct” you. You think it’s just another boring VN at first, like yeah yeah, talk about your problems, pick the good little boy dialogue. Then she slides this “reflection form” over, with options that are basically “admit you’re broken” or “prove you need more treatment,” and you realize the game’s not letting you be neutral. Everything you say gets twisted. You tell her you’re fine and she smiles, writes something on her tablet, and boom: next session your clothing options in the wardrobe suddenly changed.

That wardrobe thing pissed me off more than it should. First day you’ve got your normal clothes: hoodie, jeans, basic stuff. Then after she “adjusts your therapy plan,” the casual wear menu has these softer tops, smaller sizes, things that look like they’d cling in the wrong places. And the game doesn’t scream “HEY LOOK YOU’RE CHANGING,” it just quietly replaces the old shit. You only notice because you try to put on the hoodie again and it’s just gone. I spent way too long clicking around that stupid closet, expecting it to pop back up if I backed out, like it was a bug, but no, this is on purpose. Same thing with the “mindfulness exercises.” At the start it’s boring breathing stuff, then suddenly the audio script has you “imagining your body becoming smoother, lighter, softer” like it’s some harmless relaxation tape. After you listen a couple times, your reflection in the bathroom mirror looks a tiny bit different, but nobody comments, not even the MC, which somehow makes it creepier. And the counselor acts like all this is perfectly normal. She starts calling you by these pet names, praises you when you pick the submissive options, and when you push back she doesn’t punish you directly, she just “recommends additional medication.” You wake up after “group therapy” and your voice lines read a little more shy, more unsure, like the game itself is rewriting how you talk. The older women in charge clearly enjoy watching you squirm, especially when they walk you through “behavioural practice” that is just code for them making you perform in front of them, and you can tell the whole place is basically one big machine meant to take a messed up dude and turn him into exactly what they want. The wild part is you start catching yourself choosing the more humiliating answers on purpose, just to see how far they’ll push you, then pretending you hate it, while still clicking “continue” like an idiot.

The fun thing here is how normal everything looks when it starts. Tiny apartment, fresh married couple, all that “honeymoon forever” bullshit, and then slowly it rots in a really horny way. You play as the guy, but honestly it feels more like you’re slowly handing the steering wheel to your wife while she finds out she likes seeing you bend, crawl, beg. First few scenes are almost sweet, just little hints: she teases you about porn on your phone, catches some messages, uses it to put pressure on you. Not big drama, just that slow drip of blackmail. And then suddenly she’s sitting on your face and asking if you like being used like a slave, and the game treats it like the most natural thing in the world.

What I liked is that it doesn’t jump straight to hardcore stuff. One night she rides you in cowgirl, long, sloppy vaginal sex, kissing and dirty talking in your ear, and you feel like, ok, this is normal, just energetic wife. Next evening she’s calling you “my little bitch” and pushing a vibrator against your ass, laughing when you clench. Pegging comes later, but the way they build to it is nasty in good way. She starts with light spanking, then toys, then ordering you to stay on all fours and not touch your cock while she fucks you from behind with the strap-on, talking about how her “real man” will use her pussy after she warms it up on you. That line hit harder than the spanking honestly. POV angles make it worse, because you’re staring at the bed shaking while she moans for someone that isn’t you. It made me pause the game and just stare at my Spotify for a minute, then press continue anyway.

I didn’t expect how much lesbian and gay stuff they squeeze in around the edges. The wife “finds herself” with this older woman, total milf vibe, classy clothes, cruel eyes, expensive heels. First it’s just some flirty chat, then there’s a scene where they’re on the couch, kissing slow, wife kneeling between her legs, licking like she forgot you exist. You watch, humiliated, basically a background prop, and the older woman uses your wife’s hair like a handle while she grinds on her tongue. Later on she notices you staring at her feet and there’s a quick footjob scene where she strokes you lazily with her soles, still talking only to your wife, like you’re not even part of the conversation. It’s hot and insulting at same time, which is kind of the theme here. Then you get hit with full on cuckold and ntr stuff: wife texting a guy while you sit at her feet, she makes you read the dirty messages out loud. At one point she makes you kneel between her and him, sucking his cock while she sits on your face, moaning for his dick and using your tongue on her ass. There is anal, oral, all of it, and you’re basically the flexible toy everyone shares. The sissification branch is really rough too. She has you shaved, puts you in stockings, panties, lipstick, calls you her “little maid” and makes you clean the floor while she gets eaten out on the couch. She pats your head like a dog when you crawl close, presses your face into her wet pussy for a second, then pushes you away and tells you to go lick the other girl’s feet instead. It’s humiliating on purpose, no hiding that. There’s sexual harassment vibes in the way side characters treat you as a thing to touch and order around, and nobody cares if you’re uncomfortable. Which is kind of the point of this fantasy, but still, one scene with the boss went on way too long and I got bored, then horny again, then bored. And that stupid kitchen lamp in the background is crooked in every scene and they never fix it, I swear it distracts me each time I see it.

Anyway, the whole thing is like watching your marriage mutate into a femdom circus, with 3dcg models that look sometimes weird, sometimes surprisingly hot, depending on the camera angle. Some POV shots during oral are really nice, you see her lips sliding down slowly, spit strings, teeth almost touching, then she pulls off just to spit on your cock and slap it with the tip of a dildo while telling you it belongs to her now. Then she turns around and lets someone else fuck her in front of you. The pacing is uneven as hell, some scenes drag, others end right when you’re fully into it, but I kept clicking “next” anyway. My commute home felt way shorter with this open in a tiny window behind Telegram and Chrome. And I still think about that moment where she makes you suck on the toy she just used in her ass, staring you down like she’s checking if you finally broke.