This thing starts like every horny guy fantasy, but then it keeps poking you in the ribs like “nah, something’s seriously fucked here” and you kinda like it. You’re this dude who’s way too good at making women drop their panties, like it’s almost a joke, but instead of making you a clown harem anime, the game leans into the weird vibes. Every time you think “ok, just another mom-thick-milf-with-big-tits scene,” it drops some creepy detail in the background or a line of dialogue that doesn’t fit, and you’re like… wait. Hold on. Why did that feel wrong and hot at the same time? The story is mostly straight line, yeah, but it feels like you’re walking down a hallway that keeps getting a little darker each door you open. At the same time you’re still getting your dick sucked, so your brain is confused in a nice way.

Sex-wise, it doesn’t waste your time. There’s teasing, a lot of slow burn stuff where a woman will lean in, talk soft, touch your thigh, pull back, make you work for it a bit, then suddenly she’s on her knees and your only reaction is “oh fuck” while the animation kicks in. The animations look like those 3D porn loops you leave on repeat in another tab, but here they actually matter. You get that moment when she’s stroking you and talking shit, then you choose if you wanna push her head down or let her keep using her hand, and it’s not some huge gameplay branch, it’s just enough control to make it feel like your scene. There’s a nice mix of wet handjobs, sloppy oral, and good old raw pussy pounding. No weird pixel censorship bullshit, you really see her tits jiggle when you’re railing her. And the MILFs hit different, especially the one with the tattoo on her hip that you keep staring at every frame, like it’s a cheat code or something.

What I liked a lot is how the supernatural stuff doesn’t scream at you from the start. At first it’s just “ok cool, I’m a lucky bastard fucking hot women,” then little things creep in. A strange shadow in the corner during a masturbation scene. Someone says a word that feels too heavy, like “seed” or “contract,” then just changes subject. One moment you’re buried inside this older woman, completely owning her, pinning her wrists, talking dirty, and for a split second her eyes look way too sharp, almost demonic, then the animation loops back and you’re like did I just imagine that or is this guy actually cursed as fuck. The mystery part hits in a lazy way, like slow smoke filling a room, not like a huge plot twist. It makes you keep clicking not just for more sex but because you kinda wanna know what the hell is wrong with you. The male domination is there, but it’s not screaming “I am the alpha king,” it’s more like “shit got intense, now grab her hair and make her moan your name,” very natural. Sometimes you feel powerful, sometimes you feel like a puppet of something you don’t see. And yeah, there’s demons, or something close, but by the time you realize it, you already busted three times and it’s too late to pretend you’re only here for the story.

You wake up in a world that finally stopped killing itself with wars, and somehow it feels even weirder. No epic quest, no demon lord to stab, just this quiet, awkward peace and a hometown where people are falling into this slow, horny coma called Blissful Sleep. They look peaceful, but something is very wrong, and of course your own sister is hit by it, so you drag your ass back home. Daytime is all about pretending to be a normal adventurer who totally doesn’t get turned on by half the people in town. You plan routes, buy gear, manage your team like some horny version of a strategy RPG, but every little choice is secretly about who you want closer, who you tease, who you push into your orbit. There’s a priestess who talks about purity and then accidentally brushes your thigh a bit too long, a strict milf who pretends she’s only here to keep order but blushes like crazy when you actually flirt, and a monster girl with way too many sharp teeth who still somehow feels like the safest one to fall asleep next to. Text boxes look harmless until suddenly someone is on their knees and you’re trying to pretend you didn’t just click through a blowjob scene in two seconds by mistake because your hand slipped.

Night comes and the real shit starts. You drop into the dream world, and that place doesn’t care about your morals at all. It’s turn based, it’s dice, it’s numbers on the screen, but the fights feel dirty in a good way. Succubi taunt you mid combat, offering buffs if you “relax your guard” and let them sit on your face between turns. There’s this futa knight who shows up like some recurring miniboss, towering over you, cock already half hard, offering you a “truce” where she pins you down and uses your body as tribute. Lose to her too many times and you kinda stop being sure who’s dominating who, because yeah she’s the one fucking you, but you’re the one choosing to lean into it every time. The game lets you tongue-first your way through monster girls, slide into warm dream pussies, fill them until their bellies twitch, then throws you back into the daytime like nothing happened. Religion shows up twisted inside the dreams, holy symbols glowing while a pious girl wraps her tits around your shaft, whispering prayers while she milks you for another creampie in the name of “salvation”. You’re supposed to be solving the curse, finding the core of the Blissful Sleep, but some runs you just wander from event to event, pushing lust values, half-accidentally turning a kind woman into someone who begs strangers for cock in her dreams because you kept choosing the slightly more pervy option whenever it popped up. And somewhere in there, between a teasing handjob in the camp tent and a brutal futa-on-hero pegging session after a bad roll, you realize you’re not just exploring the dream world. It’s exploring you back.

You come back to your hometown like some half-broken stray dog, pretending it’s a “fresh start” when actually it feels more like the universe dragging you back by the collar. New school, familiar streets, same old dirty brain. The game leans hard into that mix of normal teenage school life and quiet filth humming under everything. Classrooms, corridors, rooftops, locker rooms, all these places that look innocent if you squint and then you notice how the girls bend over the desks, how their skirts ride up just a bit too high, how you can “accidentally” brush against them in a crowd and they react in that way that makes you doubt if it was really an accident at all. Or maybe you know it wasn’t.

The art is actually weirdly charming. Not perfect, some faces look a bit off, some poses feel like the artist’s hand got tired halfway, but that gives it personality. The big tits are not just big; they have weight and attitude. A mature teacher leaning over you, her blouse straining, a soft bounce when she straightens, the faint line of sweat between them after standing in front of the board too long. She acts strict, but the way her eyes linger on you is not teacher-like at all. I really like how the game plays with that tension: she’s supposed to scold you for being distracted, but she is the distraction. Or maybe I just have issues, which is also possible. One moment you’re listening to some boring school drama, next moment you’re pressing a milf against the wall in an empty office and groping her ass like you own the place. The fantasy side of it slips in slowly: the “power” you get doesn’t just let you throw fireballs or something stupid, it lets you twist situations, nudge emotions, tilt the balance so that a simple look becomes an order and a shy girl suddenly stops resisting your wandering hands. That little spark where consent blurs into obedience is the whole erotic engine here, and the game knows it very well.

What kept me there longer than I want to admit was the voyeur thing. You’re in this school that pretends to be safe, and you find yourself peeking through doors, catching girls changing, noticing how they touch themselves when they think no one can see. There is a scene in the bathrooms where the sound design does more work than the visuals: you hear soft moans through a thin wall and you decide if you burst in, watch quietly, or use your little supernatural edge to push things further. I actually spent too long watching one side character who almost never speaks, just because of the way she sits by the window in class, her skirt sliding up, thigh exposed, lost in her own horny little world, now and then glancing at you like she knows you can read her thoughts. Funny thing, the romance bits sometimes feel more intimate than the outright porn. Walking home with a girl after school, your hand brushing hers over and over, her cheeks red, and then when you finally grab her wrist and pull her into a dark alley, all that slow sweetness flips into rough kissing, your fingers digging under her bra, her breath catching as you push her back against the cold brick. It’s romantic and trashy at the same time. Some routes feel like a harem slowly forming around you, every woman orbiting your power and your dick, but there are also these little quiet moments that almost make you forget you’re playing a power fantasy. Almost. Then you’re using your superhuman influence to make the proud class rep drop to her knees in a locked classroom, tears in her eyes, lipstick smeared, and all that “fresh start” bullshit proves itself to be exactly what it always was: an excuse to fuck your way through your past. Honestly, the save menu design irritates me more than any moral issue, but that’s another story.

Fapno Island is one of those horny reality-show setups where you go “ok sure, I’m absolutely not here for the story” and then ten minutes later you actually care which girl is mad at you. You’re the only dude dumped on this sunny island full of cameras, stuck in a stupid “don’t bang anyone for five nights” challenge that nobody on earth would win. Every corner has a lens watching you, every girl is in some kind of tiny bikini that’s basically just a suggestion of clothing, and the whole thing feels like those trashy late-night TV shows, but with way more skin and way less shame. There’s this constant vibe of “you’re not supposed to do this” that actually makes the sex scenes way hotter than they have any right to be, especially when you start figuring out where the blind spots are and how far you can push things before the show runners catch on.

The girls themselves are a good mix of types without feeling like a boring checklist. You’ve got the playful blonde who knows exactly how to sit on your lap and grind on you during some pretend innocent pool game, the quiet brunette who acts shy until she’s riding your face on the couch while the others are “asleep” nearby, the one that pretends she’s only here for the fame but keeps sneaking off to jerk you off behind the villa bar when she thinks the cameras are looping. It’s not just “click scene, watch boobs” either. You’re choosing what to say, where to sneak, when to risk groping under the water while some drone cam buzzes overhead. One of my favorite stupid moments was when I was supposed to behave during this “group massage” event, trying not to pop a boner while soft hands slide over my chest, then suddenly one girl leans down, whispers in my ear, and next thing I know she’s slowly stroking me under the towel while keeping eye contact like she’s testing how far I’ll go. I almost failed the whole challenge right there.

Sex-wise, it doesn’t chicken out. Once you break the rules with a girl, it goes from teasing to full-on “we’re fucking like rabbits before the producer comes back” energy. There’s frantic blowjob scenes in dark storage rooms where she tries to keep you quiet, messy facials in the shower after a “beach cleanup” event, that classic “I’m still a virgin” line turning into you pushing in slowly while she clings to you and bites your shoulder. Some of them are total teases at first, using titjobs and grinding over your crotch to wind you up, then later they’re bouncing on your dick, moaning loud enough that you’re sure someone heard. There’s a voyeur angle too where you can catch two girls going at it when they think no one’s watching, one of them straddling the other’s face on the bed while the camera outside the door can’t quite see inside, and you’re just standing there with a hard-on, debating between being a gentleman or just pulling your cock out and jerking it like an animal. The only thing that annoyed me was one tiny UI sound that plays every time you switch spots on the island, it got under my skin for no good reason and I kept thinking about it even during a really nice anal scene in the beach cabana. Anyway, if you like the fantasy of “I shouldn’t be doing this but I’m absolutely going to”, Fapno Island nails that messy, horny reality-show chaos with enough lewd variety that you’ll probably end up picking a favorite girl, swearing she’s the best, and then betraying her thirty minutes later when someone else sits on your face.

You sit in this quiet little interview room, but everything feels wrong in a good, dirty way. The girl in front of you looks real enough, moves her big tits when she laughs, shifts in the chair so her huge ass presses against the fabric, but you know she’s about to stop being “human” and turn into a digital toy for horny people with too much money. That’s the whole job: before they upload her mind, memories, secret kinks and all, you poke around in her head and decide what kind of slutty version of her gets saved. It sounds very sci-fi and high concept, but honestly it feels like you’re just the horny HR guy of the future, sitting with your tablet, pretending to be professional while her voiced reactions keep giving you semi every two minutes. She talks, moans, breathes into the mic, reacts when you ask something risky, and every answer can go honest or fake, pure or totally corrupted, and the game quietly tracks it while you sweat. Sometimes she smiles too sweet and you just know she’s lying, but still you push that “continue” because her lips just moved in that slow, teasing animation and your brain turns to goo.

The fun part is you’re not just clicking through a script. You choose what to ask, which buttons to press, physically and emotionally. Go gentle and she tries to stay a “good girl”, future-wifey material, soft teasing, almost wholesome, at least for porn logic. Push the dirtier routes and she starts confessing stuff that sounds like she never told anyone before, like cheating stories she tries to justify, or how she used to use her body to get what she wants. The corruption isn’t instant; it crawls in slowly, question by question. Suddenly she’s describing how she rode some guy in a backseat and you see this quick little animation of her bouncing, tits going up and down, and the game pretends it’s just a “visual aid” from the AI system, but come on. You're there to watch that loop over and over. It almost feels like the computer itself is getting horny, because the more you push her into slut territory, the more explicit the AI-generated images get, like the system is auto-filling gaps from her mind with its own dirty imagination. Sometimes the picture is a bit weird, like her face slightly off, but that kind of fits the vibe. Future porn is a bit broken, and that’s hot somehow.

I like that she reacts to how you act. Ask her something sweet after you were a total asshole earlier and she’ll sound confused, like “now you care?”, with this nervous little laugh that feels way too real. Other times she leans into it: once I pushed every shady choice I saw, made her admit she slept with a married guy, then kept drilling on the cheating angle, and when the honesty bar was high enough she suddenly dropped this whole confession about seducing her friend’s husband while the friend slept in the next room. The voice cracked a little on the word “sorry”. That hit different. The game gives you these micro moments, a certain look in her eyes, a longer breath before answering, a shy smile after she says something filthy, and you forget you’re basically just doing a multiple-choice test with porn on top. Also, side rant: whoever decided the text box sometimes covers a bit of boob at the bottom, I hate you, I respect you, but I hate you. I sat there, trying to read about her “deep emotional conflict” while being mildly angry that areola alignment was blocked. Anyway, if you’re the type who likes to save the best looping GIFs from hentai scenes, this thing is like a factory for that. You replay not because of some “perfect ending” nonsense, but because you want to see what she sounds like when she fully gives in, or what the AI shows when you turn her into the dirtiest version of herself the system can legally sell. And maybe you poke the honest options again afterward, pretend she’s still innocent, even when you already saw what she looks like when she’s bent over on that digital sofa, begging the invisible client for a second round.

Damian comes back to Milfheim with that fake “I’m a responsible college guy now” energy, but the game never really treats him like some heroic main character. He’s just this tall, slightly awkward dude who suddenly finds himself living in a house where every quiet moment feels loaded. The first breakfast with Helen already feels too intimate. She moves around the kitchen in this soft home dress that hugs her huge tits in that lazy, accidental way, bending a little too far when she brings him the toast. There’s this short animation of her chest lightly bouncing when she turns, and it’s not some cartoony jiggle either, it has weight, like whoever made it actually stares at boobs in real life. Damian pretends to check his phone while his eyes very obviously follow her ass when she walks away. The camera angle is rude in the best way, sliding just behind her, like you’re the pervert hiding in the hallway.

What really worked for me is how the game keeps using space. Corridors, door frames, that narrow little staircase, the balcony where laundry is hanging. It weaponizes small distances. Helen brushing past him “by accident” in the hallway, her hip pressing against his crotch for half a second too long. You get these looping animated moments of contact, like her hand on his thigh while she laughs at some college story, fingers spreading just a bit, not quite groping, but clearly not innocent. Then two scenes later she’s acting like a strict landlady, arms crossed, tits squeezed up, scolding him for not cleaning his room, and you suddenly notice how the blouse pulls across her nipples when she’s annoyed. It’s not subtle, but it’s also not just porn-on-rails. There’s voyeur stuff slipping in all over the place. Damian “accidentally” sees her in the bathroom through a half-open door, steam everywhere, her big ass outlined as she leans over the sink, towel struggling to stay closed. The game lets you linger on that shot with a tiny idle animation where the fabric slowly slides down her hip, just a couple pixels at a time, very slow, too slow, like it wants you to squint at every curve. I actually got annoyed the first time because I expected something to happen faster, but then I found myself rewatching that same loop like three times, just to see the way the light hits the wet skin. Stupid, but it works.

School setting stuff creeps in mostly when he goes out, which I liked more than I expected. It’s not the usual “harem parade in uniforms” thing. There is this one scene where he’s sitting in a classroom after hours, just empty desks and sunset outside, and a woman with a very teacher vibe leans over his shoulder to “check his notes”. She’s clearly older, not as soft as Helen, and the camera really takes its time on the way her blouse gaps when she bends. You see that line between her tits, the bra barely holding them, and his eyes flick up and down in these tiny animations, like he’s fighting himself and losing. She notices, smiles, and instead of calling him out, she guides his hand with this completely unnecessary full-body contact. Her ass presses against the edge of the desk, and your view just ends up framed between her breasts and her hips, like you’re trapped in this warm, slightly perfume-heavy bubble. The teasing is constant. A hand “helping” him adjust his tie that stays on his chest way too long, a “massage” after he complains about studying that turns into her fingers digging into his thighs, sliding higher, then stopping exactly where you start to think “ok, now she’ll grab his cock”. But she doesn’t, not yet. It drove me crazy once or twice, because sometimes I just wanted someone to stop playing and just shove his face into that huge milf cleavage and be done with it. But at the same time, the slow build with all the groping, the half-accidental touches, the glances from across the room, it sticks in your brain more than a simple blowjob scene. They do have oral too, and when it happens, it hits harder because you watched this woman pretend to be “proper” for hours of play. Watching that calm, polite expression melt while she’s on her knees, lips stretched around him, mascara starting to smear a bit, feels like you finally broke something delicate. I kind of wish the game didn’t cut away right after the swallow animation that one time, I wanted like five more seconds, but it never gives it. And somehow that missing piece makes me remember it more.

CheckedIn looks at you like that hot HR manager who says company rules are important, then spends the whole meeting eye-fucking you. You start as the new guy at this fancy hotel, still smelling like cheap deodorant and hope, and everyone acts professional for maybe five minutes before the flirting goes straight into “this is gonna ruin someone’s marriage” territory. Half the women have a ring or “taken” in their bio, and about zero of them act like that actually matters. It’s not subtle. You’re walking through the lobby and the married receptionist is licking her lips around a pen, leaning over the desk so hard her tits are basically a physics experiment, and the game just goes “yeah, this is fine, keep going.” And of course you do.

What I liked most is how work is just an excuse. On paper you’re doing shifts, dealing with customers, checking in guests. In reality you’re checking how fast you can get into your coworker’s mouth in the staff room without anyone walking in. You’ll be in a “serious” talk with your older manager, her blouse too tight, bra slightly visible, and the conversation somehow drifts from schedules to how long you can last with her on her knees. There’s teasing everywhere: a milf guest “accidentally” dropping her key card and bending over slow, a colleague comparing room service tips while staring at your crotch like it’s part of the menu. One moment you’re clicking through normal dialogue, next moment she’s under the desk, your character trying to talk about towels while she’s sucking him off, and you’re just sitting there thinking, yeah, this is exactly how hotels should work. The art has that AI smoothed look sometimes, but those huge tits in tight work clothes and fat asses under pencil skirts still hit way harder than my Instagram explore page. I kept zooming in on stupid stuff like stockings bunched around thighs, lipstick slightly smeared after a blowjob, tiny things that make it feel less like a sterile porn gallery and more like you actually messed someone up behind a locked door. And still, that tiny font on one menu drives me crazy and I keep forgetting which option I clicked, but whatever, nobody’s here for UX design.

What caught me off guard is how the “cheating” part isn’t just flavor text. The game really leans into it. You’re not just flirting with single chicks who pretend to be bad. You’re lining up late-night “meetings” with someone’s wife in a hotel corridor that looks way too quiet, kissing her while she nervously checks her phone, then pushing her against that beige wallpaper and pulling her panties aside because her husband is “out of town.” Sometimes you’re doing oral on them, sometimes they’re giving you head in a guest room that was supposed to stay empty, sometimes it turns into something that almost looks like romance and then the game reminds you she’s going home to another guy. That mix of dirty and kind of sweet is weirdly good. And yeah, there’s humor too, like a coworker cracking jokes while basically flashing you on purpose, or a scene where you’re supposed to be fixing a problem with a guest and end up buried between her thighs instead. It’s messy, horny, not pretending to be deep, full of big tits and big asses squeezed into “professional” outfits, and half the time you forget you’re doing any hotel job at all. Which, honestly, is probably the point even if no one says it.

Bored guy in a glass box in the sky decides he wants to break his toy a little. That is basically the soul of this thing. You start as this marketing exec who has everything dialed in: money, cool apartment with stupidly huge windows, and a girlfriend who looks like she walked out of some luxury perfume ad, all long legs, big tits, expensive taste, polite smile. She is “good girl” in that high society way, the kind that apologizes when the waiter bumps into her. And you look at her and think: what happens if I push? Just a bit. Just enough to crack that perfect mask. So you tell her to take off her clothes next to the glass, where the city can see. It is not even subtle. It is just: show me how far you can fall for me.

What I liked is how dirty it feels without being all screaming porn right away. At first it is like a stupid couple game, 30 seconds with her shirt open, her nipples pressed to the cold glass, you standing behind her, half teasing, half testing. You keep talking, whispering in her ear about people watching, about the office guy across the street maybe jerking off behind his blinds. She blushes, tries to cover herself with her hands, and of course you move them away. Tiny thing that annoyed me: at one point she wears these heels that look like they were grabbed from a random asset store and my brain just fixated on them for no reason. Anyway. Slowly she starts obeying faster. You tell her to bend over, to spread, to let you slide your fingers inside her while the city is right there, all the lights, all the windows. Sometimes the game cuts to this voyeur angle, like you are on the opposite balcony, watching her tits bounce while you fuck her from behind, and it feels wrong in that good, greasy way. Sometimes the pacing is weird and a scene just ends when you actually wanted to stay there longer, with her face smashed on the glass, mouth open, drool, eyes rolling up in that ahegao mess. I even paused once just to stare at the reflection of your own body in the window, pressing close behind her, like you two are on display in some live porn shop above the street.

Over time she shifts from “no, this is crazy” to touching herself on her own, pressing her pussy on the window, rubbing her clit while people maybe walk below and you just watch, arms crossed, this calm little overlord vibe. There is romance, but it is twisted, because every “I love you” is wrapped around male domination. You praise her, then push her harder. Make her suck you while the curtains are half open, then pull her hair and aim your cum so it drips down her chin in full view of those hypothetical neighbors you keep talking about. One creampie scene sticks in my head: you make her ride you facing the glass, her big ass slamming down, your cock buried inside her until you fill her and tell her not to move, to let it leak while she stares at her own reflection, cheeks flushed, half ashamed, half proud. It is corruption but also kind of a collaboration, because she slowly starts wanting it, asking “do you think they can see my tits from here?” then lifting them up like an exhibitionist little trophy. Anal slips in as a sort of next-level dare, where she hesitates, then lets you push in while she bites the glass, hands flat, nails scratching. There is oral, there is masturbation, there are those moments where you catch her stroking herself when you are not even in the room and the camera pretends to be security footage. Part of me wanted more variety outside the apartment, but at the same time, that single cage of glass and city lights gives it this weird art piece feeling, like the whole relationship is a performance for invisible strangers scrolling their phones on the other side of the street.

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.