You start off thinking it’s just a weird job. A club gig, nothing fancy, just you and your step-mom trying to sc*** by. Then the dress comes in - tight fabric, smooth against skin, showing more leg than you’re used to. It’s supposed to be “uniform,” but it feels like a dare. Every shift you feel the hem riding up a little higher, the neckline dipping lower, and the stares from the regulars getting heavier. There’s something almost humiliating about it, but it hits that strange nerve between shame and arousal. The game leans into that confusion - slowly, softly, until you stop fighting it.

And your step-mom… she’s not the sweet, caring type you’d expect. She’s confident, too confident maybe, with a smile that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. You catch her in the VIP room one night, her moans slipping through the wall, and suddenly all those buried thoughts you didn’t want to name come crawling out. The story doesn’t rush that part - it lets you sit in the discomfort, the jealousy, the hunger. It’s filthy, but also strangely tender. Like the game’s trying to make you understand desire instead of just showing it. I kept thinking I’d hate her, but somehow I ended up wanting to be her. Or maybe both.

What really gets me is how the writing doesn’t pretend to be moral. There’s cheating, manipulation, that slow feminization that creeps into your bones until you can’t tell where the lie ends and the kink begins. It’s not about control; it’s about surrender, about wanting to be wanted even when it feels wrong. Some scenes hit too close, like the mirror moment where you finally admit you like the way the dress fits. It’s erotic, yes, but also messy and human and confusing in a way that feels too real. I didn’t expect to get turned on and emotionally wrecked at the same time, but here we are.

You play a guy who has everything on paper and absolutely no control over his dick. Money, status, fancy place, whatever… but your cock only cares about four women who treat you like a chew toy. And not even a respected chew toy. The game really leans into that “you are property” vibe. Not in a fake way, in a “yeah, you’re going to say thank you for getting kicked in the balls” way. It’s built like a straightforward visual novel, but it feels more like a long research project into how far one brain can go with chastity, denial and humiliation before something important snaps. I tried to track all the paths in a Google Sheet, with flags for “got pegged,” “got locked,” “got called a good girl,” etc., and the sheet looks like a crime scene now. Which is good. Or terrible. I’m still deciding.

Each mistress hits a different corner of the masochist brain. One of them handles you like a bored accountant ticking tasks off a punishment list. Another one plays the sweet sadist, kisses your forehead, then sits on your face and uses you as breathing furniture while teasing that you’ll never cum again. There is a strict one that goes hard on chastity and denial, every line from her feels like you’re being downsized from man to toy, and the feminization route where she slowly swaps your clothes, then your pronouns, then your dignity. It’s not just “you wear panties now, lol.” There are full sequences of dressing you, posing you, forcing you to call yourself a sissy while she checks if you leak from the cage when she presses a plug inside you. The writing sometimes reads a bit clunky, but the tone is sharp enough that it doesn’t matter. Actually, the slightly broken English in some lines kind of fits, like your brain is glitching from too much edging.

The structure is simple at first, then turns into this maze of bad decisions. There are training sessions where you pick how obedient you act, and the game remembers. Choose to resist a bit, she might step harder on your chest and lock you longer. Choose full submission, you get called a good girl and humiliated in public. There are denial branches where you think “this has to be the time she lets me cum” and instead she wipes your pre off her boot on your lips and laughs. I had a spreadsheet formula trying to predict which choices open the harshest femdom scenes, and it still missed a couple of secret humiliation CGs because I was too obedient in the early scenes. That pissed me off more than anything. Also, the skip function sometimes jumps over a line I actually wanted to read, and now I will die angry about that. The game loves anal and feet and uses both as tools of control: you get pegged while locked, you lick sweat off heels after being forced to parade in a dress, you get told your dick is useless and your ass is what matters now. If you are into being reduced, feminized, used and laughed at by a small personal harem of cruel mistresses, this feels less like a “sexy story” and more like slow, statistical character assassination. In a good way. I think.

Naomi looks like the kind of girl you’d scroll past on Instagram and then scroll back up to stalk a little. Perfect eyeliner, slight smirk like she already knows you’re pathetic for staring at her pictures. The game throws you into that feeling and just keeps pressing on it, like a thumb on a bruise that you don’t really want to heal. You start as this pretty normal guy, nothing special, a little insecure, a bit too online, the type who checks Pornhub in incognito and then clears history twice anyway. Then Naomi starts talking. Not sweet, not loving. She talks in this sharp, almost bored way, like your whole life is content for her, and you feel this horrible mix of being insulted and turned on. The first time she casually calls you “useless” right after showing you that short skirt and talking about her plans with another guy, I literally caught myself biting my lip in front of the screen like an idiot.

What I liked a lot is how the game doesn’t rush the humiliation. It drips it. You’ll be on your phone in-game, reading her texts, and it starts pretty normal, flirty even. Then she lets some tiny things slip, small comments that sting. A “you wouldn’t understand, you’re too soft” here, a “he actually knows how to handle me” there. At first you pretend it’s just banter. You keep choosing the “nice guy” options, thinking you can win her back, fix her, be the hero of this fucked up little love story. Spoiler, you’re not the hero. The turning point for me was one scene where she sends you a selfie in a dark bathroom, lipstick a bit smudged, hair messy, and you already know she hasn’t been alone, the game doesn’t have to spell it out. Your dialogue options are like: pretend you didn’t notice, beg for more pics, or try to act tough and complain. No matter what you pick, she finds a way to twist it and make you the loser. It’s cruel. It’s hot. It’s cruel again. Then right after that the game throws a joke about your porn search history that made me actually laugh out loud, even though my dick was half hard and my pride was fully dead.

There is this thing it does that fucked with my head more than any animated sex scene. Sometimes you get to “choose” if you want to see what she’s doing with other guys. You can look, or you can say no. But the way the text is written, you feel like saying no is the coward choice. Like you’re not just a cuck, you’re a bad cuck. She will tease you either way. If you watch, she mocks you for getting off on it. If you don’t, she hints it was the best sex she ever had and that you missed it. The best part, or maybe the worst part, is how the game makes her insults start sounding like love letters. When she says “you’re only good for watching”, there is this twisted intimacy, like she’s letting you into a secret club where the price of the ticket is your self respect. Sometimes the writing even hits that sweet spot where you forget it’s a game and you catch yourself thinking “if a girl talked to me like this on Telegram I’d probably still stay”. Then one scene later she crosses some line, drags your whole identity through shit, and you swear you hate her. Until she calls you “good boy” once and you’re right back in. It’s fucked. It’s addictive. And the worst part is, it feels a little too real if you ever stayed in a toxic chat for way too long.

Dan is that guy who thought getting into automation engineering would make life all clean and logical, then ends up resetting routers for boomers on tech support while his dick basically runs his decision making. Game starts pretty calm, him just being this slightly awkward dude at a soul killing job, and then boom, Christina walks back into his life. Old high school friend. The kind of “friend” you used to think about in the shower and then tell yourself it was just hormones. Now she’s grown into this walking temptation with huge tits, soft voice, and that mix of sweet and lowkey horny teasing that makes your brain lag like a shitty Discord call. The game really leans into that familiar energy, that weird nostalgia where you remember her as the girl eating fries in the cafeteria, but now she’s pressing those big boobs against your arm and asking if you “missed hanging out” with that innocent smile that is absolutely not innocent.

It plays like one of those slow burn visual novels where half the tension is in what you don’t say. You’re clicking through their chats, coffee meetups, small talk that clearly wants to be dirty talk, and the fun is in trying to read her mood from each CG, each little facial shift. One moment she’s joking about your boring office job, next moment she’s leaning too close, t-shirt pulling just enough to show cleavage that should be illegal, and you get that CG freeze of her looking up like “what, do my tits distract you?” And yes, they do, thanks for asking. There are scenes where she pretends to be all innocent, like “oh, I didn’t know this top was so tight,” while she very obviously knows exactly what she’s doing. That teasing is almost more intense than the actual hentai scenes. Almost. When you finally get those, they’re the kind of CGs where you stop clicking and just stare. Sweat, flushed skin, her legs spread on your couch after “just watching a movie,” and you can almost hear the cheap Netflix show still playing in the background while she rides you slowly, hair messy, cheeks red, tits bouncing while she tries to “keep it quiet.” Yeah, that whole “friends” thing does not survive very long.

What stuck with me is how the game sells that romance angle without pretending it’s some pure love story. It’s horny as hell, but it’s not just random fuck scenes thrown at you like a porn hub playlist. You get that build up: old memories, little jealous moments when she mentions other guys, the way she casually touches your shoulder then pulls back like she’s testing you. One CG where she hugs you from behind after a rough day and her boobs are basically wrapped around you like a warm anime pillow, and you can tell she knows what that does to you. They talk about stupid stuff too, like high school rumors and who dated who, and in between those lines you feel the “what if we had hooked up back then” tension. At some point she straight up asks if you ever had a crush on her, and depending on what you pick, the vibe of the next scene totally shifts. There’s this moment where she shows up in your place “just for a drink” in tight jeans and a top that can barely contain her chest, sits way too close, then starts playing with her hair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, throwing you looks like she wants you to fuck up and make the first move. When you finally push past all that and she lets you strip her, she still keeps that teasing energy, like biting her lip and pretending she’s shy while her body tells a completely different story. It’s messy, it’s horny, it feels like that dangerous zone between old friend and full-on girlfriend, where every choice might fuck things up or make her moan your name louder. And honestly, that’s exactly the fun part.