Boon feels like somebody took all the usual straight dude fantasy crap, tossed it in the trash, then said “nah, let’s make this horny and weird and actually about these two messed up cuties.” You’re basically hanging out inside the head of this male protagonist while his life gets hijacked by a tall trans woman with big everything and a femboy who looks like he escaped from a sissy subreddit. It’s a kinetic novel, so you’re not babysitting choices every two seconds, you’re just dragged along while this “special relationship” between them gets more twisted, hotter, and kind of sweet in a fucked up way. One moment it’s teasing, next moment there’s her hand on his throat and he’s on his knees, then you’re like “wait, did he just moan at being called a good girl?” and yeah, he did.

The scenes ramp up in a way that feels less like porn logic and more like a slow, horny car crash you can’t look away from. You’ve got this big ass, big tits trans dommy who clearly knows she owns the room, and she treats him like a toy she’s training. There’s sissification stuff where he’s getting pushed into panties, make-up, all that humiliating “you’re my cute little thing” talk, and the game doesn’t flinch. She’ll edge him for ages, ride his face, make him choke on her, call him pretty while she’s wrecking his ass, and he’s stuck halfway between “I’m a man” and “please ruin me, mommy.” At some point there’s anal where he’s trying to pretend he’s not loving it and failing hard, and the writing actually sells it. It’s not just “he moans again, wow, so hot,” you get the dirty details, the shame, the way he gets turned on by being powerless. There’s futa-on-male, trap-on-male, some incest flavor lurking around the edges they don’t scream about but it’s there enough to make you feel slightly wrong for liking it. I opened this in another tab while Spotify was playing and legitimately forgot my emails for a while, which is wild because half of the time the characters are just talking and it’s still hotter than half of Pornhub.

What surprised me is how the 3D style actually helps the vibe instead of killing it like in those dead-eyed Unity sex “games.” The bodies look like they belong in this filthy little universe: thick thighs, round asses, tits that practically announce themselves, and the femboy is perfectly in that uncanny spot where you’re not sure if you want to bully him, fuck him, or both. Oral scenes especially hit hard, you can almost feel the spit and the gagging when she pushes too deep. There’s one moment where she shoves him against something, whispers something brutally degrading in his ear, and he just melts, and you’re sitting there thinking “yeah ok I get it now.” And because it’s split into episodes, you get these little arcs where a new kink creeps in, like the teasing moves into harder femdom, or the relationship between the two “subs” shifts from awkward to “I’ll suck you off because she told me to and I secretly love it.” The pacing is all over the place sometimes, like it lingers on stuff that doesn’t matter and rushes stuff that’s insanely hot, but somehow that makes it feel more like you’re watching someone’s fucked up fantasy play out than some polished porn machine. I still hate how one specific sound effect keeps repeating in the background at weird times and it annoyed the hell out of me, but I kept clicking anyway because I wanted to see how far she’d push them in the next scene.

Red shows up in this tiny desert shithole thinking he’s just gonna fix a busted motel, make some “quick cash,” and coast. Instead he walks into a sandblasted circus of thick moms, broken air conditioners, and way too many people who remember what he did years ago and still get horny about it. The game plays like one of those slow burn point and click stories where every time you think “ok, nothing left in this room,” you poke one more thing and suddenly you’re watching a shower scene through a cracked tile while pretending you’re checking the water pressure. The motel looks like it should be condemned, but it’s full of bored women with big asses and bigger problems, twins who are way too synced in how they tease him, and at least one granny who absolutely understands what a hard day of “manual labor” really needs at the end. Red is the classic idiot hero, always trying to act like a gentleman, while your mouse is directly steering him into every shameless voyeur angle possible, like peeking past curtains, checking “if the wiring’s okay” behind a half naked tenant, or listening way too long at doors that are very obviously not soundproof.

The sandbox vibe kicks in pretty fast. You just wander around the motel and the dead little town, click on stuff, and the game keeps rewarding you with new scenes, tiny horror moments, and jokes that honestly feel written by someone who had way too much horny energy and not enough supervision. One second you’re negotiating a room discount with a stacked milf who leans just a little too far over the counter, the next you’re dragged into the local weirdness where the lights flicker, shadows move, and you wonder if that girl in the hallway with the soft voice is really as cute as she looks or if she’s hiding a surprise package between her legs. It doesn’t treat the horror like a joke, but it still lets you laugh when Red gets scared of some old pipes and then two minutes later is completely calm watching a virgin guest get coached through her “first time” with a client because the motel suddenly discovered prostitution is the best business plan in town. The humor is all over the place, from dumb puns to trashy sex banter, and some scenes feel way too real, like scrolling Pornhub on your phone while you pretend you’re checking the weather app. The art leans into big tits, thick thighs and slightly wrong proportions in a way that somehow just works, especially when you’re watching the twins mess with him, acting innocent while they bend over in sync to “pick something up.” Red keeps saying he wants a fresh start, but every route you click just pushes him deeper into this place, into these people, into their beds, and honestly if the motel ever actually gets fixed it’ll feel like a scam, because the broken stuff is half the reason it’s so easy to get away with watching, touching, and crossing every line that should’ve stayed on the other side of the front desk.

Jamie feels like that guy you see in every Discord server who’s always online, always “one more match,” and somehow still confused why his life is going to shit. The game throws you into his head and also out of it, since you hop to other points of view too, but it never asks what you think. It just drags you through this messy school-life drama where sex is basically the only honest language anybody speaks. One minute you’re in the classroom with all the usual fake politeness, the next you’re watching a hand slide under a desk, fingers pressing into thigh, then panties, then nothing. And because it’s kinetic, you don’t get that safety of “oh I’ll pick the nice option.” There is no nice option. Stuff just happens, and it gets worse, and you kind of hate it and keep clicking anyway.

Kim is supposed to be the “good girl,” loyal and patient while Jamie hides in his games, but the story keeps poking holes in that fake ideal. She’s waiting for him, horny, frustrated, touching herself alone while he’s busy chasing loot instead of her tits. Then William shows up, all calm and composed, the kind of guy who actually listens, and you know where that goes. Not suddenly, not with fireworks, more like slow rot. A shoulder touch at the lockers. A “joke” about how she could do better. Walking her home. Fingers brushing her lower back. Next thing, you’re staring at an internal view of his cock in her, thick and detailed, cum pouring straight into her like she hasn’t had a boyfriend in months. The weird thing is, the game never pauses to guilt-trip anyone. Netorare is just treated like weather: it rains, you get wet, nobody asks permission.

The sex is filthy in that very direct way that doesn’t feel like porn dialogue written by someone who never touched a person. There is anal that isn’t romantic at all, just rough and controlling, with her knees shaking and her mouth saying “no, we can’t” while her body obviously can. There’s groping on the train, hands on big tits while strangers look away, that ugly little realism of harassment where the world pretends nothing is happening. The “trap” angle sneaks in sideways, you think one character is just a shy boy and suddenly you’re watching him get pinned and used, his ass spread open, treated like a toy but there is this tiny flicker of pleasure in his eyes that fucks with your moral compass. The futa and trans stuff doesn’t show up as some big “special episode” either, it just exists in the cast, like yeah, she has a dick and she’s jerking it in the bathroom stall thinking about corrupting someone’s girlfriend later, why are you surprised?

Gay scenes hit different, more like raw territory fights than romance. Two guys testing each other, dominance games in the locker room, a blowjob that starts as a threat and turns into something way more confusing when the “victim” starts pushing back instead of pulling away. There’s interracial stuff folded in without big speeches, just visual contrast and constant power plays, like the game is obsessed with who owns who in every frame. Masturbation is everywhere, almost casual, everyone doing it: Jamie half-hard in bed with his phone, Kim in the shower trying not to say William’s name, some side character hunched over a desk in the empty classroom, panting quietly so the teacher in the next room doesn’t hear. And the whole time, corruption is the slow heartbeat underneath. Nobody wakes up a monster. They just make one small compromise, then one more, until cheating feels less like betrayal and more like gravity. The really annoying part? At one point I tried to scroll back by muscle memory, like on Telegram, to check a line I missed, and my thumb kept hitting the wrong place, and I still don’t know what that one whispered line before the creampie was. It bugs me more than it should.

Truck-kun hits again and boom, you wake up broke in a trashy fantasy world, with a body that actually works and a bunch of gorgeous girls who legally count as your property. Not heroic party members, not “companions”. Slaves. The kind of setup old eroge hinted at but never really went all-in with. You’re the guy in charge, the male lead, the one who gets to fuck, punish, comfort, and “train” them, while also trying not to starve to death. It’s this weird mix of anime isekai gag and grimy brothel management, except instead of nameless clients and dull menus, you’re face to face with the same girls over and over, learning what makes them moan, what makes them cry, and sometimes both at the same time. The game doesn’t pretend you’re a saint either: you’re poor, you’re horny, you love big tits and big asses, and you’re not shy about filling every hole. Vaginal, anal, sucking you off under the table, POV shots of you emptying inside them till it drips out. Lots of creampies, like someone in the dev team grew up pausing old hentai VHS just to stare at the white mess.

What really got me was how it swings between romance and straight-up filth without warning. One scene you’re gently comforting a shy “trap” who looks better in a dress than most girls, trying to ease his insecurity while still grabbing his ass. Next moment you’re pushing a milf against the wall, her tits spilling out, face twisted in full ahegao while she begs for more. The girls feel like a mix of old-school hentai archetypes: clingy little sister type who really, really shouldn’t crawl into your bed but does it anyway, mature milf who pretends she’s above prostitution and then starts grinding on some old guy because you told her to, tall futa who is both your rival and your toy. And since the story is openly netorase, the MC is the rare degenerate who actually enjoys seeing “his” women fucked by other men. Not cheating, not humiliation, more like he sets up the scene, watches from the shadows or right up close, and jerks off while the girls moan someone else’s name, then he still finishes inside them after, marking them again. If that idea makes your stomach twist, this is not a game that will “convince” you. It just assumes you’re the kind of pervert who sees your slave getting railed by two guys and thinks, “Nice, now I don’t have to warm her up.”

There’s humor sprinkled between all the filth, the kind of dumb fantasy jokes that feel like some 90s otaku brain never updated: jokes about slimes, about guild quests, about “ancient evil” that keeps getting pushed aside because someone needs money for new underwear. Half the time the protagonist talks like an overconfident dilf in a doujin, half the time he’s a broke loser jerking off in a corner while his girl earns cash on her knees. Sometimes that contrast is hot, sometimes it’s just awkward, but that awkwardness is oddly nostalgic to me, like those old pc games where tone changed panel to panel. Scenes are animated enough that blowjobs and group sex feel messy, with bodies moving and faces reacting, instead of just still images. Watching a full harem pile-up, girls on top of girls, a futa pounding some poor slave while your POV is buried in milf ass in front, feels like catching a lost episode of Bible Black someone remade with modern tools and less shame. You’ll catch yourself thinking “this is too much”, then immediately clicking the next scene to see your favorite girl spread again for a stranger while you stand there, smiling like a proud owner.