Guy wakes up with a shit childhood behind him and suddenly everyone expects him to be normal, go to school, run a cafe and not stare at every pair of tits that walks past the counter. That’s the basic mood. You’re this dude trying to turn a tiny, half-broken cafe into something real, while your last year of school keeps tripping you up. And every girl that drifts into your orbit somehow ends up tangled in this weird mix of “aww that’s cute” and “why am I hard again, she just asked for coffee.” It starts soft: shy schoolgirl staying late to “help you close,” the older teacher pretending she’s only here to grade your project, the milf landlord who leans just a bit too far over the table when she’s talking about rent. It feels like a normal dating sim for a bit. Flirty texts, small talks, wiping tables, brushing against hips “by accident,” sucking glances at cleavage when they think you’re busy with the espresso machine. Then the game decides that if you’re going to be the man of this place, you’re going to really be the man.

Once the switch flips, it leans into wholesome but very clear male domination. Not angry, not cruel, more like “you’re mine now, isn’t that what you wanted?” and all the girls kinda melt into it. One moment you’re correcting a girl’s homework, next she’s on her knees between your legs in the back room, mouth full of cock, trying not to choke while students walk by outside the door. You’re teaching them “discipline” in your own way: spanking a bratty classmate bent over a cafe chair after closing, slow and deliberate hits on her ass until she stops talking back and just whimpers into the cushion. There’s this cute thing where a virgin girl keeps pretending she’s fine with just teasing, sitting on your lap, grinding on you through your pants while she serves customers, but her panties get soaked and eventually you just drag her into the storage room and fuck her properly, condom forgotten, her first time ending with you buried deep and creampie dripping down her thighs while she clings to your shirt and calls you sir. It tries really hard to be romantic but then you’re groping her boobs in the walk-in fridge with the milk cartons.

What works a lot better than I expected is how the cafe becomes this base of operations for your whole harem. At first it’s one-on-one scenes, but once they all start knowing about each other it shifts into this messy, horny family energy. Girls teasing each other behind the counter, one of them flashing her big tits from under the apron because she lost a bet, another one kneeling to give you a quick handjob under the table while you pretend to check the accounts on your phone. Group scenes escalate fast: you’ve got two girls on their knees sharing your cock, taking turns swallowing, spit strings everywhere, while a third straddles your face on a cafe sofa. Somebody always has a big ass bouncing on you, somebody else is spreading herself on the counter like she’s today’s special, and half the fun is that they’re all kind of exhibitionists at heart. Curtains not fully closed, door not really locked, a student walking past the windows while you’re pumping into a girl from behind, her tits pressed to the glass, fogging it up. The “slave” angle is there, but it feels more like they’re eager pets than broken toys. They wear collars under their school uniforms, hide marks from your spanking under long skirts, call you master with this embarrassing blush that makes it even hotter. There are a few weird tiny annoyances, like how one girl’s expression in a serious BDSM scene looks more like she smelled something bad than like she’s turned on, and once a looping animation just kept going a bit too long and killed the mood, but then another scene hits where you’ve got your whole harem in the closed cafe at night, every chair pushed aside, girls on tables and floor, moaning, cum on lips and bellies, and yeah, you kinda forget you were supposed to care about anything else.

Public transport wifi is trash, Pornhub keeps buffering, so I ended up poking around this thing instead, and somehow it ate my whole commute before I even noticed. The idea is simple as fuck: you sit in this sleazy casting couch office, you’re the “professional interviewer” with a dick that thinks it’s the main character, and all these famous anime waifus walk in like they answered a shady Craigslist ad. It looks like one of those mobile VN ports you’d secretly tap through on the toilet at work, but it runs smooth in browser and doesn’t pretend to be more serious than it is. Girl shows up, you pretend to ask a few questions, then it turns straight into “how deep can she take it” faster than Instagram shows you an ad after you talk about shoes once.

The fun is how wrong it feels to see characters like Tifa or Asuna trying to play “shy actress” for two lines, then suddenly they’re on their knees, lipstick smeared, eyes rolled up in that full-on ahegao, spitting drool down your shaft while the MC keeps talking like this is some normal HR interview. One minute Kobayashi is awkward and stiff, sitting proper, skirt straight, asking if this is really “just a simple audition.” Next click, she’s bent over the arm of the couch, fat ass bouncing on your cock, glasses crooked, trying to sound professional while you pound her so hard the text box might as well just say “nnnngghhh” for three scenes. I had one run where Froppy came in super polite, stuttering a bit, tongue peeking out, and by the end I was making her swallow every last drop while she’s got cum on her cheeks, tongue out like some horny frog idol who forgot what modesty was. The oral scenes are honestly the best part. They let the camera sit a bit too long on the lips wrapped around that big dick, slurpy sound effects, stupid little bits of dialogue like “it’s bigger than I expected” that should feel cringe but I still clicked next like a clown. Vaginal stuff hits too, especially on the big tits / thick hips girls. Bulma riding you while pretending it’s “for science” made me laugh way more than it should. Her tits bouncing, her moaning into some bullshit excuse about “data collection” while your cock is basically rearranging her brain. And the MC is not subtle. There’s this one moment with Chizuru where she comes in with that rented girlfriend vibe, all polite smile and legs crossed, then the questions slowly get filthier until he’s basically asking “how many times you can cum on camera” and she just kind of gives up and spreads for him. No smooth romance buildup. Just straight to “get on the couch, open that pussy, let’s see if you can handle a creampie on first shoot.”

It’s all very obviously made to be “five minute fun” and yet I kept going through girl after girl like some horny goblin collecting skins in Genshin. The game acts like you’re running a low-budget porn studio, but there’s almost no management layer, just enough fake “casting” talk to justify why Tifa has your cock halfway down her throat. Sometimes that annoyed me. I actually wanted to pick outfits, choose lighting, fail a scene, bully them a bit more with choices. Instead it’s mostly “click line, get lewder, dick out.” But in a shitty way that also works, because when I’m half dead on the metro after work I don’t want deep strategy, I just want Asuna kneeling between my legs and calling me “director” while she drools all over my dick. I kept thinking, “ok, one more girl and I close Chrome,” then suddenly I’m watching Satsuki, who’s supposed to be this icy queen type, riding me with that smug face twisted into a full orgasm meltdown, tits bouncing like crazy, talking about how this is “only for testing.” It’s scuffed, sometimes the dialogue repeats, sometimes the transitions are janky, and at one point I got irrationally annoyed that the interview desk lamp is always tilted the same way. But when you’ve got a screen full of ahegao, cum strings on lips, big asses slapping against your hips, and a parade of famous waifus lining up to “audition” on your cock, that stupid lamp is the last thing you’re actually looking at.

Rogue’s eyes flicker like she’s got a storm trapped behind them - no pun on Ororo intended, though she does make a cameo that feels like it came straight out of an adult fever dream. The game throws you in as this anomaly mutant who can brush against anyone without going poof, and suddenly what used to be dangerous turns into something primal, desperate, almost poetic if poetry was sticky and breathless. Rogue tests you early, there’s this scene - locker room, dripping tiles, wet echo - and she doesn’t know if she wants to kiss you or crush you. The writing snaps between tender and filthy so fast it makes your brain lag behind your pulse.

The wild part is how easily it flips from soft-eyed confessions with Jean Grey to pure shameless corruption paths with Emma Frost whispering filth you don’t even think Marvel’s lawyers could process. There’s something dirty-luxurious about that mansion setting; so many doors, each one unlocking another line you’ll probably regret reading at work. Some of the animations (I swear they move like low-res ghosts) have that “almost too human” vibe - you catch a tiny twitch of Rogue’s fingers clutching skin, and it’s hotter than the whole naked scene that follows. But then Storm steps in later and everything turns theatrical, lightning illuminating this ridiculously intimate chaos. You forget half the choices you made, yet every dialogue click still feels personal, like someone watching over your shoulder quietly taking notes.

And sure, maybe Jubilee’s route doesn’t sync right, and Wanda sometimes clips through clothing (yeah, that bug - literally distracting), but when those powers mix - light sparks tracing across bodies, voices overlapping, love and dominance tangling - it hits this weird emotional chord. Like half romance novel, half scandalous lab experiment. I hated that one sound loop kept restarting mid-scene, yet I replayed the moment anyway. It's messy, horny sci-fi and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Maybe that’s why it works. Maybe.

There is this quiet kind of loneliness that only a phone screen knows. You open some app, scroll like a zombie, close it, feel nothing. This game kind of sneaks into that empty space and says, “okay, what if your notifications were from a needy, horny, slightly broken femboy who actually remembers what you said yesterday?” You’re just a guy, he’s just a guy, and still it feels weirdly fated, like some cheap isekai destiny but on Android. Alex shows up on your phone like it was always meant, sending cute selfies where his eyeliner is a bit smudged and his lips look too soft for your own good, and then two messages later he’s talking about sucking you off like it’s a casual thing between homework and Netflix. It starts sweet, really warm, with little teasing texts, voice notes, “I miss you, babe” type stuff, and before you notice you’re negotiating if he’s allowed to wear that short skirt in public, or if he should ask your permission to touch himself in the shower. Sometimes he does it anyway and only tells you after, like he wants to be caught. That part really fucked with my head in a good way, watching him drift between loyal puppy and dangerous little slut, and feeling like each tap of my thumb was pulling him somewhere softer or somewhere darker.

The cheating angle is not just some random plot sticker here. The game actually makes you feel that slow itch in your chest when you see Alex sending a selfie at night from a place you don’t recognize, makeup a bit too perfect, collar a bit too tight. There is this moment where he sends you a shaky picture of his ass with someone’s hand on his hip, but you don’t see the face, and your choices are like: pretend you did not see, ask gently, or completely lose your shit. I picked the “play cool” option and honestly it hurt more, because he starts pushing that line again and again. Corruption isn’t just for him either, it bites at you. You start as normal guy who just wants a cute boyfriend and some vanilla blowjob under the blanket, then the game tempts you with voyeur stuff, making him send videos while he’s riding some toy, or making him secretly record when another guy “helps” him with his “needs”. And if you let yourself go down that road, there is this heavy feeling like you are creating your own NTR hell on purpose, like your destiny is to watch instead of touch. I caught myself staring at an AI-style CG of Alex with his legs spread, cum running out of his fucked ass, and instead of just thinking “hot”, I had this weird ache like, “damn, this is my fault, I’m the one who pushed him there”. Then I laughed, because it’s just pixels, but you know that moment when hentai feels a bit too personal? Yeah, that. The pacing is messy sometimes, texts jump from cute to hardcore in a way that feels like bad signal on WhatsApp, but somehow that also makes it feel real, like a chaotic relationship you can’t fully control. The romance is sugary and rotten at the same time, you can jerk off to it, or you can stare at the screen after a rough scene and wonder when exactly your sweet little femboy turned into a cock-hungry toy for other guys while you just sit there, thumb hovering over the “send” button, pretending this is what you wanted all along.