Holy Shaft feels like somebody mashed together a horny visual novel, a shitty elevator safety video and a humiliation kink discord, then forgot to proofread anything and just shipped it. Which kinda works, somehow. You start in this janky little elevator that looks like it should be going to the office, but instead every floor is a new “what the hell did I walk into” situation. It’s not long-winded at all: door opens, you get smacked in the face with a scenario, you pick your poison, you get either sex, pain, cringe, or all three at once. Then ding, next floor. I was basically treating it like an achievement hunt: “ok, what do I have to say or click here to get her to pull out the toys instead of just slapping me and kicking me out again?” That kind of vibe. Sometimes the game rewards you with a proper scene, sometimes it feels like you got blueballed by the script, but you can kind of see the invisible flowchart in your head after a few runs and it becomes this weird puzzle of horny cause and effect.

What stuck to me most are those tiny branching moments where you think “this answer is stupid, no one picks this,” and of course that’s the one that opens the best scene. There’s this one floor where you can either play it polite or lean into being a complete degenerate. The polite path gives you like two lines and a half-assed tease. Go full trash, and suddenly she’s got a toolbox worth of sex toys out and you’re watching her decide if you deserve the vibrator or the paddle first. The animation is simple but it hits the important parts: jiggle, impact, expressions that actually change when you mess up or push too far. I liked how some characters take your earlier choices personally. Humiliate someone on one floor, then later you see her again and she’s way more rough with you, like she’s keeping score. Or you play submissive all the way and some of them switch into this mocking, playful bullying that feels like soft degradation porn. Sometimes it looks a bit cheap, like “Unity test build with horny plugin” energy, and some punchlines fall flat like an old meme, but then you get a scene where the spanking rhythm syncs with the sound and suddenly it’s way hotter than it has any right to be. The multiple endings thing, honestly, feels more like a set of “you were a good little perv / you were a trash fire” medals than big cinematic finales, but if you’re like me and have a notepad in Google Keep with “ok, Floor 3: choose rude option twice, then agree, then don’t back out” scribbled down, it scratches that completionist brain hard enough you keep riding that cursed elevator again and again.

Lydia looks like that girl professors quote as an example when they want to guilt the whole class. Star student, polite, skirt the exact length the handbook wants, always with some heavy textbook clutched to her chest. First few scenes really sell that fake safe little routine: campus courtyard, library, neat dorm room with color-coded notes, her phone buzzing with reminders instead of horny texts. You can almost smell the stress sweat on her, and it’s not even sexual yet, just that tight feeling in the throat when you know one mistake will fuck up more than just your GPA.

Then the screw up hits. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge surprise twist, more like a slow, ugly slide. One bad choice, one bit of proof in the wrong hands, and suddenly this guy has her by the throat without touching her. That first blackmail scene in the empty classroom is weirdly quiet. No dramatic music, just her in that spotless school uniform, legs clenched, trying to stand straight while he leans way too close and explains how deep he can bury her if she doesn’t play along. There is no “are you sure” button. The novel just keeps going, and you are dragged with her.

What hits hard is how the sex starts small and mean instead of epic. A forced handjob under a desk while another girl presents at the front of the room, his dick pressed in her hand, her face a frozen mask. A “study session” that turns into him groping her tits while she tries to finish a worksheet, his fingers digging into soft flesh, thumb circling her nipple through the bra until she gasps and then he mocks her for it. Her first time is not candles and romance, it is him pushing her down on the cheap dorm bed, one knee between her thighs while she keeps whispering that this isn’t what she wants, and he reminds her of those screenshots. The camera loves her ass and tits, but it never lets you forget her eyes.

It escalates in that sick, logical way power always does. One blowjob in a locked storage room becomes sucking him off in a car parked just off campus, windows fogged while he films every second on his phone. Her “punishments” flip into “tasks.” Wear the skirt shorter. No panties this time. Sit at the front row while he messages her instructions, like “spread your legs a bit wider” and “touch yourself during the lecture.” There is this brutal little scene where he makes her unbutton her blouse in the faculty restroom, bra pushed up, her big tits spilling out while he slaps them and calls her his personal exhibition piece, snapping pics to send to his buddies. She tries to hold onto her “good girl” thing, repeating to herself that this is just to protect her scholarship, her family, her future, but the game keeps chipping away.

Group stuff comes in later, not as a surprise kink, more like a consequence. He “shares” her in some club backroom, her on her knees, mascara running while a line of guys use her mouth. One grabs her hair, another squeezes that round ass so hard she flinches, someone else spanks her and laughs when she jolts. There is this sticky, messy bukkake scene where her school uniform is ruined, shirt soaked with cum, white splatters in her hair and on her cheeks, and he tells her to walk back through campus like that under a coat, no shower, just shame sticking to her skin. Later, when he starts sending her to fuck random men for cash, it hits different. She is still a “virgin” in her head, clinging to the idea that she only lost it to him, pretending the prostitution thing is just business, not identity. The game quietly disagrees.

The humiliation is constant but not one-note. Sometimes it is physical, like spanking her ass red in a stairwell where any student could walk in. Sometimes it is smaller, like making her flirt with a teacher while his hand is crammed between her thighs, fingers teasing her pussy under the skirt, her trying to form normal sentences. There are moments where she is clearly wet and hates herself for it, breathing hard while some guy finishes inside her and pulls out, cum dripping down her thighs, and she has to pull up her panties and go back to “normal.” She slowly learns that “no” comes with a price. Say no and he leaks something. Say no and he drags someone she loves into the threat. Say yes and she gets praised like a pet. The corruption here is less about magical corruption and more about that small voice inside changing from “this is wrong” to “maybe I deserved this” without you even noticing which scene did it.

On the surface it is just another kinetic porn story about a busty schoolgirl being turned into a toy. Big tits, big ass, a uniform that spends more time on the floor than on her body, oral, anal, creampies, all the menu items. But under that, there is this itchy discomfort, especially when she starts volunteering poses before he even tells her, bending over a desk, pulling her panties aside by herself, forcing a smile while guys jerk off on her face. I liked that, and also hated it. Sometimes the game feels too honest about how control works. Sometimes it is just horny as fuck, like when two guys grab her, one shoving his cock in her mouth, the other lining up behind, and she is pinned between them, gagging and moaning, breasts bouncing while he pounds her from the back until she squeals and he spills inside her raw. Then class goes on. Library opens. Life pretends to be normal again.

You can play this on your phone browser while pretending to check Telegram or Reddit, thumb tapping through scenes, one hand under the desk. It fits that secret vibe. A dirty little story about a girl who thought she could keep her world clean. Turns out cum stains are harder to wash out than she planned.