You start with this half-dead hotel that looks like it smells of cheap cleaner and old sex, and somehow it becomes this weird little universe where every floor has a different flavor of horny drama. It looks like a normal dating sim at first, like “oh yeah, I’ll just talk to the girls, raise some stats, classic stuff”, and then three scenes later you’re holding a trembling elf maid by the hips while she tries to act all proper and obedient and ends up squirting all over the new bedsheets you saved up to buy. And you’re thinking: ok, I just wanted romance, why is there a menu option for nipple clothespins in the housekeeping budget. But you still click it.

The hotel thing works too well. Everyone is under your roof, so you bump into them doing absolutely everything. You go into a hallway thinking you’re just going to check repairs, and you catch one girl “cleaning” a window with her tits pressed against the glass, tongue out, full ahegao, while someone down in the street could totally see her. It counts as voyeur and exhib stuff at the same time and the game doesn’t even wink at you, it just lets it happen, like yeah, this is just Tuesday here. You can be the pure romance guy and still the world keeps trying to corrupt you. There’s a religious girl praying in one scene, acting shy like a virgin, and later you’re there timing her orgasm denial with your phone while she begs for just one more thrust and you’re like, ok, maybe I’m not “pure” anymore. I kept telling myself I’m avoiding the nastier paths, and two minutes later I’m watching a lactation event where I was only trying to give comfort and suddenly there’s warm milk and a helpless girl calling you “master” in this shaky voice. Total accident. Kind of.

What really got me is how your role shifts without a big “you are a trainer now” sign. One moment you’re like a soft-spoken manager who buys cute maid outfits and simple cosplay ears, the next you’re running what is basically a private bdsm spa on the top floor, where you decide who gets the collar and who just gets spanked until their ass is bright red and they can’t sit in the café. Some girls push you around too, it’s not just male dom. There’s a yandere type that goes from clingy to “if you fuck anyone else I’ll break their legs” energy, and she rides you so hard you legit feel like the slave instead of the trainer. Then later the same night another girl kneels down in the lobby and gives you a slow, careful blowjob like it’s a love letter, and you remember why you came here for romance at all. But then there’s some fucked up family route on the side, anal stuff mixed with “we shouldn’t do this” whispers, a footjob in the laundry room, a titfuck in the elevator when the doors keep almost opening, group sex in a suite where everyone’s moaning your name at once, and somewhere in the middle of that mess you’re still checking income stats on your phone and thinking about upgrade costs like an idiot. The hotel keeps growing, the harem keeps getting bigger, some girls get their breasts reduced while others suddenly swell up like a fantasy elf breeding project, and you’re walking around your own building knowing exactly which room has a girl quietly masturbating, which one hides a camera for your voyeur habit, and which bed has fresh cum drying in the sheets because you didn’t even bother with pulling out after that last creampie. It’s romantic in the trashiest way, and trashy in a way that somehow still feels kind of sweet.

MC drags his ass back from college, broke, horny, kinda full of himself, and walks into this house where everybody pretends nothing is weird while absolutely everything is horny as hell. You’ve seen that whole “landlady and roommates” thing a thousand times, yeah, but here it’s your grandma’s classy friend stealing the spotlight like some milf-gilf hybrid that knows exactly how much power she has over a dumb young guy. She acts all gentle and wholesome, offering tea, asking about your grades, patting your cheek, then a bit longer hand on your shoulder, leaning too close, soft perfume in your face while her tits accidentally press on your arm. That kind of “oops” that is not an oops at all. And the game lives in that slow grind from cozy cuddling on the couch to “oh shit, I’ve got my dick in my grandmother’s friend while everyone else is asleep in the same house”.

What hits different here is how it mixes the cuddly romance vibe with some pretty filthy stuff without even blinking. One moment she’s tucking you in, stroking your hair, you get that sweet almost vanilla kiss, and ten minutes later she’s on her knees doing this lazy, teasing blowjob while scolding you for staring at her big ass every morning. And it keeps going deeper: anal, rimming, spit, sloppy handjobs under a blanket while the TV is on, titjobs where she’s laughing because you finish too fast, then making you do it again. There’s this whole thing with her “training” you, switching between femdom and fake innocence, calling you a good boy then turning around and letting you slam her from behind with this messy creampie that actually matters for the story. Pregnancy hints sneak in, those late-night scenes where she presses your hand against her belly and casually drops “What if I kept your seed inside me?” like that’s just small talk. Add in twins visiting, the neighbor with milf energy, a shy virgin girl from next door, and suddenly you’re juggling a harem where everyone sort of knows something is off but nobody wants to say it out loud. So you get group shower scenes where someone “helps” wash your dick, spanking games in the living room when nobody’s home, cosplay nights where she’s dressed like a strict teacher and you end up licking her pussy clean as punishment, and even weirdly tender footjob moments where she uses her toes and just smiles, telling you to relax. The game goes hard on urination and squirting if you push those paths, the kind of stuff where she sits on your face and just lets go, then acts like it was a totally normal “massage”. You get pegged if you’re into that, or you turn it around and go full maledom, choking and groping, bending her over the kitchen counter while the kettle is still boiling. Somehow, in between all the bdsm gear, toys shoved in all the places, lesbian side fun in the guest room, and her worshiping your cock like it’s some holy relic, it still keeps looping back to this weirdly warm romance where you two cuddle after ruining the sheets and talk about nothing in particular like the whole house isn’t one big slow-burning cheating festival.

Guy goes out, fucks his dream girl, then life absolutely body slams him. That is basically the tone here. You start as this pretty regular dude who somehow scores the hottest girl around, gets a night full of sloppy kissing, wet panties, nervous first-time energy, and a ridiculous amount of teasing. She rides your face, you worship her tits, she grinds on your cock until both of you are a sweaty mess, and then the whole thing gets wrecked by her psycho dad flying off the handle. Violence, panic, lights out. Coma. You wake up years later with your dick still working, but your brain missing the whole damn night. What sticks is just flashes in your sleep: a warm pussy clenching around you, soft feet on your chest, a girl whispering “cum in me” in that needy voice that makes your balls tighten. You wake up horny, confused and kind of pissed off at your own memory. Pornhub doesn’t help, Xvideos doesn’t help, nothing hits the spot because it all feels like an echo of something real that you can’t grab anymore.

Then the doorbell rings and there are three girls outside, all looking like the one from your dreams. Same face, same fuckable body, different flavor of crazy in the eyes. They call you in ways that are too familiar, they smile like they already tasted your cum before, and they move into your life like it was always planned. From that point the game really leans into the mess. You’re juggling romance routes where you kiss them slow on the couch and routes where you’re slamming them against the kitchen counter, pulling hair, making them choke on your cock until their mascara runs. One scene you’re trying to be gentle with a “virgin” act, next scene you’ve got one of them on all fours, ass up, while you spit on her hole and push in, her fingers clawing the sheets. The cutscenes love close-ups: tongue on clit, lips wrapped around shaft, toes curling when you press your thumb into their wet spot. There is a bathroom scene that really goes hard on the whole piss thing, and the camera just stays on it too long, like the dev was way too proud of that animation. Creampies get their own little moment, with your cum pouring out and the girls either freaking out about pregnancy or low-key thrilled by it, depending on how corrupted you’ve nudged them. Sometimes the male dom vibe feels powerful as fuck, with you ordering them to lick each other, clean your cock with their tongues, or sit on your face one after another until you can’t breathe. Other times it’s awkward as hell and a line delivery just kills the mood, but you still keep clicking because the next scene might have one of the twins sucking your fingers after you pull out of her ass, or a slow, lazy morning blowjob that starts as cuddling and ends in her swallowing with a shy smile. It never really pretends to be classy, which is kind of the charm and also exactly the problem.

There’s something dirty and oddly charming about how this game throws you into the Star Wars universe and just says, “Yeah, screw the rules, you’re in charge now.” It’s not subtle, not elegant, and that’s the fun of it. You play this nameless guy - could be a smuggler, could be a fallen Jedi, doesn’t matter - and you’re basically collecting some of the galaxy’s most famous women. Ahsoka, Padmé, Bo-Katan, Aayla… they all end up in your orbit, and none of them are safe from your hands, or mouth, or whatever toys you decide to use. It’s rough, messy, and surprisingly story-driven for something that’s mostly about who’s getting fucked next. The dialogue swings between dark humor and raw lust, like someone writing fanfiction at 3 drinks in. Sometimes it’s cringe, sometimes it’s hot as hell. Both work.

The scenes don’t hold back either. You’ll go from a teasing handjob in a dim cell to a full-on group session that feels like a twisted Jedi Council meeting gone sexual. There’s this one bit with Barriss that starts all defiant - she spits at you, all attitude - and ends with her begging for more while you’ve got her bent over the interrogation table. The sound design makes it even filthier than it should be. I swear whoever did the moans knew exactly what they were doing. And the whole domination angle? It’s heavy but not cartoonish. You can tell the devs actually wanted the power dynamic to feel intense, not just checkbox kinky.

I kept expecting the fantasy to break, for it to feel too game-y or fake, but somehow it doesn’t. The mix of control, humiliation, and that weird sense of ownership over these iconic women - it’s disturbing and erotic in equal measure. You might feel guilty for enjoying it, but that’s part of the kick. The galaxy’s never looked this depraved, and honestly, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.