Mr. Thorne is the kind of boss every HR person has nightmares about and every corruption fetishist secretly bookmarks. You play this smug CEO who looks at the office and doesn’t see “team” or “career path”, just toys with legs, tits and weak spots you can buy, squeeze or break. The whole thing feels like some horny mix of Excel sheet and casting couch, just without the camera tripod. It’s a kinetic story, so you’re not juggling 40 menus in Ren’Py or grinding stats like in HuniePop. You’re basically steering one very dirty train on fixed rails, and that’s actually hot here, because it lets the game go really far with the humiliation and control without stopping to ask you if you’re “sure” you want to be a bastard. Of course you’re sure. You’re playing a CEO called Mr. Thorne, not Mr. Therapy.

The three assistants are the main show and each one feels like a different flavor of “office disaster you should not fuck, so obviously you will”. Big tits are not just in the tag, they’re actually a thing in the scenes. Thorne will be in a “serious” meeting, pretend to talk about reports, then casually slide his hand under a blouse, groping her like she’s company property. And she kind of is, in his head. There’s spanking in the most petty, abusive way too, not some cute BDSM club. You send her a “performance review” email, she shows up nervous, gets bent over the desk, skirt up, ass out, and you smack her cheeks while explaining how she “failed KPI” until she’s half crying, half wet and totally humiliated. I liked how the game doesn’t pretend it’s romantic. This is domination, straight up harassment, blackmail, even cheating. A couple of scenes drag a bit, like it keeps teasing and stripping and teasing and talking about “boundaries” while you just want him to push her knees apart already, but then suddenly it snaps into this really nasty, hot payoff and you kind of forget you were annoyed two minutes ago.

What works nice is how corruption builds. At the start they’re still trying to be professionals, fixing their blouse, giving you that “sir, this is inappropriate” line. Then you catch one in a tiny lie or office mistake and weaponize it. You threaten her job, her reputation, her boyfriend she keeps checking on WhatsApp. There is a great moment where you casually show one assistant some “photos” you should not have of her, and she freezes, cheeks red, big ass pressed back against the filing cabinet while you grope her and whisper the terms of her new “contract” into her ear. No choices there, just the game slowly twisting her from nervous to obedient toy, and it hits that nasty corruption kink really well. Sometimes the AI-style CG looks a bit weird, like a hand with extra fingers or hair doing strange things, and it pulls you out for a second, but then there’s this scene where you have one girl on her knees under the desk during a business call, your other assistant walks in, realizes what’s happening, and your only response is to hook your fingers in her panties too. Honestly the whole thing feels like “Best Use of HR Violations” material. It’s rough, mean, very much for people who like sexual harassment and male domination without moral lectures, and it keeps that harem fantasy vibe where the whole office basically bends over when the boss crooks a finger.

Nyvalis looks harmless at first, like one of those cozy fantasy islands from a chill JRPG. Then you realize it is basically a giant thirst trap built by a dying fertility goddess who is way too desperate to see some dick. You drop in as this guy who literally just died, no memories worth a damn, suddenly surrounded by women who haven’t seen a real man in generations and treat you like a mix of sacred relic, breeding tool, and slightly confused porn star. It feels a bit like if a hentai doujin and a low-budget fantasy VN had a messy baby on Patreon, with enough humor to stop it from feeling too serious while still going pretty hard on the whole “your cum might save our people” thing. The game knows exactly what it is: harem fantasy with a fantasy gloss, a lot of boob physics, and a main character who keeps pretending he’s overwhelmed while drilling anything the goddess points at.

The whole corruption angle is more playful than edgy. You start with these kind, almost holy priestess types and then slowly you push them into slutty territory, and they pretend to resist but their clothes keep getting shorter, their tits keep getting more on display, and pretty soon the “ritual blessing” is just you ramming them from behind in some temple while stained glass reflects on her huge ass. There is male domination here, but it’s the porn version: they beg, they tease, they act innocent, then you grab their hair, push them to their knees, feel that wet tongue around your cock and the game doesn’t shy away from showing the spit and the twitching. First time you cum in one of them the camera goes in close, you get that POV rush, her legs shaking, your cum leaking out while she clutches her belly because fertility goddess magic is doing its thing. Later, when pregnancy actually kicks in, it’s kind of wild how casual they treat it. “Oh, I’m knocked up now, we should celebrate” and your celebration is literally a titfuck on the balcony while she talks about “expanding the tribe” with your next load. I liked that. It feels like fan-service written by someone who actually watches hentai instead of just reading tags on F95.

I’m not gonna lie, the game is rough in spots. Some animations look great when you’re fucking a MILF priestess from a low POV, watching her tits bounce while she rides, but then another scene has three girls in a group sex ritual and suddenly one head is clipping through an arm and you’re like, “Ok, sure, we’re doing PS2 energy now.” I still replayed that scene, though. The group stuff is fun because they lean into the whole “village of desperate women” vibe: one girl is sucking you off while another strokes your balls, and a third is pressed against your back, whispering that the goddess is watching, and you kind of feel like a hentai protagonist who accidentally downloaded the harem DLC. One minor thing that annoyed me for zero logical reason: the way one of the girls keeps doing this half-laughing “teehee” sound right before you shove your cock between her tits. I don’t know why, it just pulled me out of it every single time and I kept waiting for an option to tell her to shut up and just squeeze, but nope, it never shows up. The transformation bits are a fun surprise too, like when Seraphyne tweaks a girl’s body mid-routine, giving her even bigger tits or changing her ears, and the scene keeps going as if “sorry, goddess just upgraded your ass” is an everyday thing. It feels dirty in that cosplay way, like trying on different versions of the same waifu. The humor keeps popping in at weird times, like you’re balls deep in a “holy ceremony” handjob, and the girl starts cracking a joke about you being the only guy alive who has to rest between rounds while the entire island is waiting for creampies. But that chaos is kinda why I kept playing; it never feels clean or perfectly planned, more like horny fantasy scribbles that somehow became a game, which honestly fits the whole fertility goddess losing her mind and dragging a dead dude across dimensions just so she can watch a village of big tit, big ass girls fight over his dick.

The first thing this game did was make me check my webcam, honey. Not because it needs it, but because I felt way too much like I was actually on some shady set with bad coffee, fake smiles, and one very real hard-on. You’re this dude who’s supposed to be “professional” during a nude photoshoot, and I laughed at that from the start. Professional where? On Pornhub comment section? You walk in like, “I’m here to work,” and five minutes later you’re mentally measuring how much fabric you can convince a model to take off without getting slapped. It’s all about these tiny choices, tiny moves, little puzzle bits where your brain and your dick are fighting for the same controller, and the dick is winning but pretending it’s about “art.” Sure, Jan.

What I liked way too much is how the game keeps throwing you situations where nothing technically happens and still you’re sweating. Like you’re adjusting a light, trying not to stare at this huge ass that looks like it has its own gravity, and the game is asking: do you move her pose, do you compliment her, do you pretend you saw nothing, do you “accidentally” brush your hand along her thigh. You know exactly what you’re doing, she knows exactly what you’re doing, and both of you are acting like this is all normal, just work, totally fine. One model is this older woman with that soft MILF confidence, the kind that looks right into your eyes while slowly unhooking her bra, and you get that little puzzle of how far you push. Tell her she looks gorgeous and she warms up, but push too horny too fast and she shuts you down. It’s like edging but for conversation. And also for tits. Enormous ones, by the way. Every time I thought “ok they’re done,” another pose had them spilling out more, nipples just about free, like they’re about to introduce themselves.

The teasing is brutal in a fun way. You’re not just clicking through scenes, you’re juggling ego, modesty, and “whoops, my hand slipped.” There’s this one moment where you have to decide whether to help a model out of her tight dress. You can stand there pretending to be polite, or you can grab the zipper and feel that curve under your fingers. The game absolutely knows you’re staring at her ass while it happens. Sometimes she lets you get away with a little groping disguised as “balance,” sometimes she moves just enough that your fingers press right into her. And there you are, trying to pick the right dialogue so you don’t lose the vibe. Some choices feel like a puzzle where the answer is “how horny can I be while still sounding like a professional photographer who maybe reads Reddit and not like a guy who jerks off to stock photos on Shutterstock.” The art leans hard into curves, big tits pushed together while she pretends she’s just checking the pose, a flash of areola here, a full-on strip there, sometimes she’s blushing, sometimes she’s like “oh, you like that view?” And I swear, one angle of her bending over a chair looked exactly like that meme “accidentally dropping something in front of the camera.” My only real complaint is one tiny UI thing that annoyed the hell out of me for no reason, and then I forgot what it was because I was too busy zooming in with my eyes like some pathetic thirsty bitch. But whatever. The game lives in that warm, sticky place between trust and “are we about to fuck on this backdrop or nah,” and honestly, that’s exactly where it should be.

You wake up in this cold metal coffin, brain still full of weird cryo dreams, cock already half hard for no good reason, and the first thing you hear is your ship AI calmly telling you the entire Tau Ceti system went silent fifty years ago. No welcome back party, no fancy sci-fi bullshit speeches. Just you, a crew that looks way too hot to be statistically realistic, and a mission brief that screams “we’re all fucked” between the lines. The game doesn’t waste time pretending this is some noble heroic space epic. It’s more like: “Hey commander, everything beyond this door might be hostile, corrupt or horny as hell. Also you really need to keep morale up. Use any tools you have.” And yeah, they mean exactly what you’re thinking. Sometimes even more.

The tone flips in a fun way. One moment you’re walking through dark corridors with only emergency lights on, convinced something is watching from the vents, tension crawling on your skin, then suddenly your second-in-command starts stripping in the med bay because “skin-on-skin contact helps circulation after cryo” and she says it with a straight face. She’s got this insane body, big ass that barely fits in the standard-issue uniform, tits that look… honestly they look like a violation of the Proxima engineering budget. You’re doing a full psychological evaluation and it turns into her sitting on your lap, grinding slow while still talking about chain of command and mission protocol. You’re half listening to the horror story about what happened to the last expedition and half lost in the way her uniform slides down, nipples hard in the cold recycled air. At one point she starts stroking you under the desk while asking if you’re “mentally stable enough to lead.” Answering that form with your dick in her fist is a special flavor of fucked up that the game leans into really hard.

Sex scenes feel like they belong to the stress. Nobody is “romantic”, they are needy, scared, pretending they aren’t. One of my favorite bits is this oral scene in the observation deck, stars drifting by so slow it looks like a painted wall. She gets on her knees between those massive observation windows, jokes about giving the void a show, then opens her mouth and you forget there might be actual monsters waiting out there. She takes you deep, drooling, gagging a little, eyes locked on yours, then when you unload she absolutely refuses to spit. Just looks up, swallows every drop, then casually licks the tip like she’s cleaning a lab tool. After that she snaps right back into mission talk, wiping her lips and briefing you about the blackout like this is a normal staff meeting. The contrast between “I'm full of your cum” and “by the way, we might be the last humans alive in this system” hits harder than any jump scare.

The male domination angle is there, but not in a corny porn way where everyone just instantly worships you. You have authority by rank and the game milks that. You order a crew member to strip because you “need to check for cryo burns”, run your hands along her skin, grip her throat lightly to see her reaction, push her against the bulkhead and fuck her raw while she’s half moaning, half begging you not to forget the actual mission. There’s a scene where you use a toy on her in the lab, just to “test the effects of micro-vibrations on post-cryo muscle tension”. Total bullshit excuse, but she plays along, strapped to a chair, legs spread, toy humming inside her while readouts blink in the background. When she finally creampies herself on the toy, thighs shaking, you’re the one who gets to decide if she licks it clean or you just shove your cock into that overstimulated pussy and finish the job with a messy creampie of your own. And in the next scene she might casually bring up that you’re running low on rations and someone has to volunteer for a high-risk EVA. The game is good at making you horny and slightly guilty at the same time, like you’re jerking off in a haunted spaceship.

What sells it for me is how the horror and the humor keep cockblocking each other. There’s this one gag where the AI deadpans some stupid meme-level line right as you’re about to cum from a rough handjob in the engineering bay. She’s jerking you with oil-stained fingers, muttering how she needs “stress relief” before checking a failing reactor, and the AI chimes in with a safety warning so out of place you actually laugh mid orgasm. It undercuts the seriousness, but in a way that feels real, like people trying to stay sane while they’re one broken bulkhead away from getting spaced. And sometimes the horror takes over completely. Long, quiet walk down a cargo corridor, lights flickering, you hear what sounds like breathing that isn’t yours. No sex, no jokes, just that slow burn psychological shit that reminds you this is still a thriller, not just a porn slideshow. I opened one of the locked doors expecting more tits and toys, got something else, and for a minute I just sat there staring at the screen thinking “ok, maybe everybody fucking all the time is actually the healthiest thing on this ship.”

Also, tiny thing, but it annoyed the hell out of me: one character’s hair clipping through her collar during a really intense scene pulled me right out of it, and then I spent the rest of that scene half focused on her mouth, half staring at that stupid floating hair like a maniac. I never got over it. At least the swallowing animations are on point.