I didn’t expect a game about running Leblanc again to make me feel this weird mix of nostalgia and filthy excitement, but here we are. You’re back behind that tiny counter, coffee grinder humming like it’s pretending not to hear the moans from upstairs. The girls drift in one by one - older now, sharper around the edges - and there’s something so painfully intimate in how they talk to you, like every conversation could end in an argument or a kiss. The writing isn’t afraid of silence either; some dialogues just sit there, uncomfortable, until someone says something foolish and suddenly clothes start coming off. It’s both tender and obscene. I kinda hate that I love it.

The management part doesn’t even pretend to be realistic. You wipe tables, brew coffee, flirt, rinse, repeat - but then out of nowhere she’s leaning over the counter and whispering something that makes your hand slip on the mug handle. That small animation? Pure evil. Like it knows exactly what kind of attention you’re giving the screen. The sandbox structure helps though; it gives you space to do nothing, which somehow makes the sexy moments hit harder. There’s this little sound effect when affection goes up, a soft chime, and I swear it’s addictive like a dopamine drip. I wish the CG scenes weren’t locked behind such arbitrary stat checks, but maybe that’s part of the charm: earning indulgence through tedium. Or maybe I’m just rationalizing my own thirst.

There’s one night where everything slows down - no hints, no grinding, just her voice low and rough, saying things that almost sound like apologies. That single scene made the whole thing click for me. The lewdness stops being just porn and turns into something strangely personal, almost pathetic in its honesty. I don’t know if that was on purpose, probably not, but it worked. Play it like you’d sip cold coffee after closing time - half bitter, half sweet, all wrong. Don’t rush anything. Let it wreck your pacing.

You start as this ex–special forces guy who suddenly feels completely useless, which is kind of funny because he’s ripped, trained, all that macho stuff, and then some slime girl with tits bigger than his head just shrugs off rifle fire like it’s nothing. The world is getting chewed up by these dungeons that keep popping open like zits, monsters spilling out, magic everywhere, normal logic out the window. Then the whole “Awakened” thing kicks in, and he basically goes from soldier to magic freak with a hard-on, trying to clean up the mess in a way the army never trained him for. It’s not a heroic story in the usual sense, more like: “okay, the planet is screwed, might as well fuck my way through the problem while I’m at it.” The game leans into that. You go from room to room in these dungeons, talking to girls who really should be your enemies, but somehow they’re all stacked like hentai convention mascots and have faces that melt into ahegao the second your clothes come off.

The tone is weirdly calm at first. There’s this slow pace where you wander around the hub, poke different events, check who’s hanging out where, and it feels like a chill fantasy sandbox with magic and politics and people coping with monsters at the door. Then you stumble into a chamber and you’re suddenly pinning a demoness with wings and a ridiculous ass against a wall, stuffing her full until she’s moaning with that over-the-top tongue-out expression. The scenes are animated just enough, with these 3D-style CGs that loop and shift angles, and the dev is clearly horny for big breasts because every woman looks like gravity is just a suggestion. I like how the dungeon itself is part of the story, not just a corridor to spam fights. You discover weird rules, like doors that only open if you “satisfy” the guardian, or a cursed room that turns a regular battle into a domination scene where she tries to ride you into submission, then ends up getting creampied so hard the magic seal breaks. It’s stupid, but in a good way. And the facial detail when they hit that ahegao point? Uncomfortably good.

The slow-burn parts shine the most. Talking to a monster girl you fought last time and now she’s in your base, pretending she’s there against her will, while clearly waiting for you to take charge again. You learn bits of how their world connects to ours: some of them were human, some were born from the dungeon itself, and everybody’s sort of stuck in this war where sex and power are completely tangled. Couple of times I wished the UI didn’t hide the damn interaction spots in the hub because I spent like ten minutes circling around a tavern just to trigger one scene with a sorceress whose robe doesn’t even pretend to close over her boobs. That annoyed me and then I forgot because the next thing was her bent over a magic circle, gasping while you pump her full, white dripping all over the glowing runes. The domination angle is nice too, since you can play the protagonist as someone who enjoys having control in bed, even when the girl is technically a monster who could snap him in half. The writing isn’t “high literature”, but honestly it fits. Feels like reading a horny webnovel where the author really likes describing asses, and bodies, and that moment right after the creampie where her belly twitches and she pants and stares at you like “again?” and you’re like, yeah, obviously.

Three words first: awkward, horny, bittersweet. That is kind of the whole mood here. You’re the straight guy who finally gets confessed to by the cute “girl” from school, the one with the soft voice, stupidly pretty face, nice legs, shy smile, all of that. You panic, you say yes, your brain is screaming “I did it!” and then right after that the world slaps you with “oh yeah, she’s actually a guy.” The game pretty much lives inside that moment of confusion. It milks it. It stretches it. It keeps poking that same bruise: “you said you’re straight, so what the hell are you feeling right now?” And the answer is usually “hard.” The story plays it as romance and comedy at first, but there is this slow, sneaky sadness in there, like the way he keeps calling himself a “replacement girl” and laughs it off. That line stuck in my brain way more than the cumshots, which is kinda annoying because I came for the horny stuff and stayed for emotional damage like an idiot.

What I really liked is how cheap and petty the breakup plan is. You and your best friend literally sit down and go “ok, let’s make you the worst boyfriend ever so he dumps you.” You try to be late on purpose, you act cold, you ignore his texts, you pretend to be gross with your habits, and he still shows up in that cute outfit, blushing, trying so hard to be a good girlfriend even though he knows some people would just call him a trap and walk away. There is one scene where you drag him to a love hotel “by accident,” thinking he will freak out and run, but instead he just looks terrified and still says “if it makes you happy…” and undoes his skirt with shaky hands. That part hit me weird. It is hot, like really explicit, he is nervous and hard and trying to keep his voice from cracking while you touch him, and the game doesn’t fade to black or shy away from the details. At the same time you can feel he is afraid you might finally see “too much” and reject him. The sex is not soft-focus. There is messy blowjob, the kind where he tries to go deep and fails, chokes a little, tears in the corner of his eyes. There is anal where he clenches so hard you feel guilty even as you push inside. No censor bars, nothing. Just skin and precum and that annoying little whimper he does when you pull his hair. It is lewd as hell, but it never fully lets you relax, because the whole time he keeps thanking you for “not giving up on me yet” and it stings in the back of your mind that you are literally planning to throw him away. And yeah, the comedy bits are hit or miss. Sometimes the best friend is funny, sometimes he sounds like a Twitter thread. One of the texts about “straight guys speedrunning bi awakening any%” made me cringe and laugh at same time and I’m still mad about it.

But the game really shines when it goes quiet. There is this park scene, late date, just the two of you on a bench, and he asks if you would still like him if he stopped crossdressing. No sex in that moment, just his bare legs sticking out of that skirt, swinging nervously, and your choice box pops up. You can answer in such a cruel, detached way that it almost feels like you are kicking a puppy, or you can start slipping, saying things a “straight” guy shouldn’t say to a boy with lip gloss. If you keep going for the selfish breakup route, the way the story twists is actually mean. There is a “good” bad ending where you succeed and he dumps you, but you get this scene of him walking away in normal boy clothes, trying to smile, saying he is glad he could “practice being someone’s girlfriend at least once.” Then the game lets you sit there with that. No comforting speech, no heroic redemption on that branch, you just scroll through your phone alone, reading old messages where he spammed you cute selfies and little “good morning” lines. Felt kind of cold in my chest after that. And then on another route, if you let yourself fall for him, the sex scenes change tone. Same body, same dick, same panties, but your inner monologue shifts from “I’m not into guys” to counting the moles on his chest and thinking how nice he looks when he’s flushed and messy and calling your name. The romance is still awkward, the jokes still sometimes land sideways, the art has those weird small inconsistencies that only show up when he’s naked and you stare too close, but in a way I like that. It feels like a horny little VN made by someone who really loves femboys and also secretly enjoys stomping on the reader’s heart a bit. I finished one of the sadder routes, closed the tab, opened it again on another browser like a clown just to see him smile at me from the title screen and pretend I hadn’t already ruined his life once.

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.

Ryo’s life is already kind of a mess, and then he gets shipped off to this tiny place called Wimblewick Isle, which sounds like a budget vacation spot but ends up being more like “horny supernatural student exchange program no one told you about.” He arrives expecting boring small-town vibes, maybe some quiet, maybe some time to cry in peace about his Tinder matches, and instead finds out half the “girls” on this island are walking around with curves, soft voices, and a big surprise between their legs that instantly makes your own issues feel… smaller. The game leans into that shock in a really playful way. The first time one of the futa girls casually presses up against him and you realize her bulge is not just the artist messing up the shading, it hits like that moment on Grindr when someone sends a pic before saying hello. Except here, they actually talk to you, tease you, and remember what you did for them yesterday.

It plays like one of those laid-back anime visual novels where you click around a map, poke your nose into places you probably shouldn’t, and stumble into scenes that feel way too intimate for how little work you did. One minute you’re “just helping with some chores” and the next she’s closing the door, saying how grateful she is, and Ryo is backed up to the wall with a very obvious problem tenting her skirt. There’s non-linear progression, so you can wander around, chase the girl you’re into, or just be a total degenerate and push every route at once like a horny completionist. I ended up checking the map like I check Instagram, just circling spots to see who’s free to emotionally ruin me today. Some scenes hit hard in a very embarrassing way: a futa “big sister” type stroking Ryo’s hair while casually jerking herself, talking in that soft “it’s okay, you did your best” tone that somehow makes everything filthier. The femboy energy is there too, but in this flirty, self-aware style that feels like the dev actually hangs out online and didn’t just google “trap anime” in 2012 and stop researching. You do small tasks, build affection, watch numbers go up, and get rewarded with things like getting pinned to a bed and used as a stress relief toy by someone who calls you “cute” while she’s absolutely not being gentle.

The writing is messy in a way that feels kind of real. Characters say dumb stuff, make awkward jokes, flirt badly, then suddenly drop a filthy line that punches straight into your brain and stays there while you’re trying to answer work emails. There’s a girl who looks all prim and polite, then she whips it out with this shy smile and asks if you can “help her relax” because she’s too pent up to focus, and it is ten times hotter than all the super-confident porn queen stuff you see everywhere else. At the same time, the game sometimes forgets its own pacing, so you might go from soft build-up to “ok now you’re swallowing her load” like someone accidentally skipped three scenes, but honestly, that feels a bit like real online dating too. You get side events popping up when you re-visit places, so poking around the island actually matters, and there’s this constant feeling that one wrong or right click could land you in the middle of a futa-on-male scene that would get you banned from at least three apps if you tried to describe it in public. Wimblewick Isle ends up feeling like that weird group chat you swear you’re going to leave but you never do, because every time you think you’re done, someone new pops up, blushes, adjusts her skirt, and asks if you’re free to “hang out” in a way that makes you close all your other tabs just in case.

Leon is the kind of guy who pretends shit’s normal while his whole life is quietly horny and fucked up in the background. He’s living with his godmother’s family, acting like it’s all wholesome, but every time she bends over in those tight pants or sits too close on the couch, the game makes sure you feel that knife-twisting mix of guilt and “yeah, I’d still do it.” It’s not loud about it. You’re just clicking through another morning scene, fake-slice-of-life vibe, and suddenly your hand “accidentally” brushes her ass in the hallway. There’s a freeze-frame moment, a tiny little twitch in her face, and then everyone pretends nothing happened. That’s the tone here: quiet, slow-burn corruption, like you’re boiling in your own dirty thoughts and nobody opens the window. The game doesn’t rush to throw panties at your face. You get teasing looks at breakfast, her shirt just a bit too open, thighs a bit too visible when she sits at the table, and Leon’s internal monologue is this mix of denial and hunger that feels way too familiar if you’ve ever stared at an older woman and thought “I really shouldn’t be thinking this” while still staring anyway. It’s not subtle, but it also kind of is, which is what makes it hit harder than the usual “everyone’s naked in five minutes” trash.

Then it goes and adds a boxing angle like it’s a sports anime that got drunk and fell into Pornhub. One moment you’re watching his godmother’s tits subtly bounce under a tank top while she nags him about his future, next moment dude’s in a ring, getting his face rocked while some stacked milf and a feisty younger girl both watch from the sidelines like they’re already arguing over who gets to ride him first. The training scenes are stupidly good for tension: sweat, bruises, close contact, then you go home and the real fight starts, but it’s in the kitchen, with a “harmless” hug from behind that lasts a bit too long, or her pressing her chest into his arm when she pours him coffee. There’s groping that isn’t called groping, hand “placement” that’s too low to be innocent, and a blowjob scene that feels like the dev paused Pornhub mid-clip and tried to paint over it with “emotions.” You get romance, sure, but it’s the fucked kind, the cheating-adjacent, “I want you but I’m not supposed to” flavor, especially when other women start orbiting him and you realize he’s basically building a harem out of bad decisions. The drama pops up hard in these little arguments where someone gets jealous over something tiny, like a glance or a throwaway line, then ten minutes later you’re in an animated scene with wet sounds in your headphones, stroking to a woman who might call you “family” with her mouth and something else with her body. It uses AI art in a way that sometimes looks weird if you stare too long at fingers, but when her lips wrap around him and her eyes look up with that broken mix of lust and regret, you kinda stop caring. This thing feels like watching a slow car crash made of tits, sweat and bad moral choices, and yeah, I kept clicking.

Horny little passion project about Loona? Yeah, that’s exactly what this feels like. It’s scrappy, kinda messy, and honestly that’s what I liked first. You start with this broke-ass medical student vibe, trying to pay rent in hell while babysitting Loona’s libido that went totally off the rails because her boss’s bullshit stress. It’s not some super polished corporate porn, it’s more like something a desperate perv coded instead of studying, which hits home for me because I’ve literally sat on Chaturbate with ten open tabs of half-finished stuff and one working toy. Same energy.

You click through scenes like a normal visual novel, but there’s this arousal level thing that keeps creeping up. At level one she’s already spicy, talking rough, tail swaying, giving you those “I’m pretending to be annoyed but I’m dripping” looks. Then, as you push her buttons with your choices and grind through the work week, the game lets you peek behind that bitchy facade more and more. High arousal turns her from snappy goth wolf into “if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to hump the damn couch” and it goes hard on that. There’s a blowjob scene where she pretends it’s no big deal, eyes half-lidded, drool on the shaft, and the dialogue still sounds like she’s roasting you. That mix of insult and need is nice. I mean, annoying. No, nice. I don’t know.

Rent mechanic is simple but kinda mean in a hot way. You go pick shitty jobs in hell to sc*** enough cash or you’re screwed. Sometimes you think “ok, I’ll just spam the easy one for quick money” and then you realize you missed a chance to hang out with her in some sleazy side location and unlock a new scene. Sucks. The game never pauses to explain everything like you’re stupid, it just throws you into choices: work here, flirt there, push her, back off, risk a bad ending or chase the good one where she’s actually… almost sweet? I say almost because she still talks like she wants to choke you with your own dick. In one path she blows you in this cramped room, still half dressed in one of the costumes, and you can see her piercings catching the light. The piercings and outfits are a whole other kink buffet. You’ve got a handful of costumes and extra clothes that don’t fit neatly into a set, so she occasionally shows up wearing some mismatched look that feels like she got dressed in someone else’s room. That’s hot in a trashy Tumblr way.

The costumes aren’t interactive like crazy, but they absolutely change the mood of the scene. One moment she’s slutty receptionist, next she looks like she just walked out of a club where everyone’s on something sticky. I kept expecting one more toggle like “ok now remove just this” and it’s not there, which annoyed me way more than it should. Like, you gave me piercings, now let me obsess over them. Still, some of the best bits are how her attitude shifts depending on how worked up she is. Quiet panting, eye-roll sex, full-on desperate grinding, all built off the same character, not some generic copy-paste model. It actually reminded me of when guys in chat tip like 2 dollars and expect a full custom show, but instead of me getting tired, the game makes *her* the one who’s like “fine, you want more? Then you better earn it.” It feels dirty and personal, while the story pretends to be about “paying rent” like that’s the point at all.

Alex is the kind of guy you scroll past on Grindr and don’t even remember. Regular face, regular clothes, regular “nah I’m straight lol” profile line. The fun starts when this painfully average, porn-poisoned, “I only watch straight stuff bro” dude gets trapped in his own dick-brain. A cute femboy called Noah actually replies to his thirsty little message, and suddenly all that straight-posting goes straight to hell. It’s not some epic anime thing. It’s two idiots texting, one of them trying way too hard to act normal while his cock is doing an entirely different orientation than his mouth. The VN just sits there with him through the awkward silences, the panic over what emoji to send, the “shit, did that sound gay?” thoughts that hit him every two seconds. And when they finally meet, Alex is staring at Noah’s thighs and calling it “fashion interest” like that ever fooled anyone.

What I liked is how horny and small everything feels. Not small like dick, relax. Small like: you’re stuck in this chat window, looking at Noah’s pics on your phone, noticing tiny details. Nail polish that’s chipped, a skirt that’s a bit too short for how shy Alex pretends to be, that one selfie where Noah’s lips look soft enough you understand why Alex forgets how to breathe. The erotic stuff sneaks in sideways. It’s not just “they fuck now”. It’s Alex sitting on his bed, half hard, scrolling through their conversation, re-reading the flirty parts, rubbing over his boxers, trying to convince himself that it’s only because Noah looks kind of like a girl “from some angles”. Sure, dude. Totally. Meanwhile the game is shoving his denial right in your face while also letting you enjoy the very explicit, very gay mess he’s drowning in. There are bits where he watches porn after talking to Noah, tries to put on the usual straight clip, then ends up pausing on a pretty boy’s face, and the text just lingers on his confusion longer than it should. It feels gross and honest in a good way.

The romance side is scuffed and half-formed, which sort of works. This build focuses on that first spark, when your stomach feels weird and your dick feels great and your brain goes “no thanks” and “more please” at the same time. Noah is dangerous in the soft way. The kind of femboy who says “it’s okay, you don’t have to label it” while sending a picture that makes you grind your hips into your mattress. The sex is not wall to wall, but when it hits, it hits dirty. You get those detailed, sweaty, needy moments where Alex is too turned on to pretend anymore, moaning like a slut over a body he wouldn’t even admit he’s into if you put a gun to his search history. There’s that slice of life vibe too, the annoying stuff like checking messages while on the toilet, or worrying about what your phone might pop up while you’re sitting next to someone. It’s all very gay, very insecure, very “oh fuck, I like this too much”. Feels like watching a closeted browser tab slowly fill itself with yaoi, sissy captions, femboy porn and then pretend it’s just a phase, while your hand already knows the truth.

New place, new bed, new walls thin as paper. That is pretty much the whole mood here. You move into this boring crappy apartment with your little boxes and your cheap IKEA dreams, and then you hear her through the wall. Not just “hi I’m your neighbor” stuff. Moans, toys buzzing, little breathy whispers that are way too familiar if you know this genre at all. The game does not rush it, which I liked and also hated, because the first time you see her in the corridor, in that lazy half-cosplay outfit that totally looks like she slept in it, your brain already writing fanfic, but the story makes you work for the really dirty scenes. And that makes the payoff feel filthier. You start with normal chats, light teasing, that awkward “I think I know your voice from last night” tension, and slowly the conversations turn into dares, jokes about porn, and then into “accidentally” brushing against each other in really narrow spaces that are not that narrow at all.

The realism side hits different because the characters do not talk like porn robots. She gets annoyed, she makes stupid memes references, she calls you out when you try to act like a hentai MC with infinite charisma. At one point, during a handjob scene on her couch, she keeps the TV on with some random Netflix show, and that background noise makes it feel so real it is almost uncomfortable. She teases you with her feet while arguing about some anime adaptation that you do not even see on screen, and the camera just focuses on her hand, slow, almost lazy, like she knows you are not going anywhere. Then later there is this cosplay thing where she shows up in a cheap maid outfit that does not even fit quite right, and that is exactly why it works: the stockings are a bit wrinkled, the skirt rides up weird when she sits on your lap, and when you grab her ass she laughs first, then lets you do it again, harder. That whole scene ends with her riding you, still half in character, half her real self, while you try not to cum too fast and fail anyway, so she holds you inside, tight, and you can actually see the animation of your cum leaking out instead of some lazy white blur effect.

Also, yeah, the taboo stuff is there. The “we really should not be doing this, but also I really want your cock inside me right now” kind of dialog that flirts with the line in a way that porn fans will understand instantly. There is a bit where you are sitting in her room, she is on the bed with a toy between her legs, and she makes you watch first. She says she wants to “test” something. Then she tells you to spit on your fingers and help her, and when you do, she uses your hand to push the toy deeper, then pulls it out just to suck on it, eyes locked on you. Later on, when you finally cum inside her, it is not this big heroic finish. You are both sweaty, a little out of breath, she is half laughing, half blushing, and when your load spills out of her she covers it with her hand like she is trying not to make a mess on the sheets, which is stupid because it is already everywhere. The spanking parts feel messy in the same way. She complains about the noise and then asks you to hit harder. You smack her ass, red prints showing up slowly, and she bites the pillow to muffle her moans like this is not the same bed where she was pretending to be shy two scenes ago. Oral scenes also feel personal instead of mechanical: she struggles a bit on the first deep throat, pulls back with watery eyes, calls you a bastard, then tries again and gets it all, proud of herself in this dumb cute way. And the choices actually matter: say the wrong thing and she closes up, say the right dirty thing at the right time and suddenly there is a vibrator on your balls while she strokes you off. Nothing here feels clean or idealized. It feels like messy neighbors doing way too much nasty shit in a building with really bad sound isolation, and that is exactly why it works.