Chainsaw Love tries to capture that devil hunter vibe but honestly feels more like someone's first attempt at making a visual novel. You're stuck in this building talking to Makima, Himeno, and Power - and yeah, they nailed the personalities pretty well actually. Makima's got that manipulative charm thing going, Power is chaotic as hell, and Himeno... well she's just trying to get you drunk probably. The whole Love/Lust point system is basic but it works I guess? You click through conversations, try to say the right things, and eventually unlock some spicy scenes. Nothing groundbreaking here but the writing doesn't make you cringe which is already better than half the parody games out there.

The art style screams AI-generated and it shows - sometimes the proportions are weird and don't get me started on how their hands look in certain scenes. But honestly? The character designs stay true to the source material and when you're focused on... other things... you kinda stop noticing the technical issues. The stripping scenes are decent enough and the oral stuff is animated better than I expected. Power's scenes are probably the best ones - her personality really shines through even during the lewder moments. Makima feels a bit too tame compared to her manga counterpart though, like they were afraid to go full psycho with her.

What bugs me is how linear everything feels despite having multiple interaction paths. Sure you can talk, flirt, or ask for favors, but it all leads to pretty much the same outcomes just with slightly different dialogue. The mysterious building setting could've been used for more creative scenarios but instead you're just moving between three rooms having the same conversations. Still, if you're a Chainsaw Man fan looking for some quick fun with your favorite devil hunters, this scratches that itch without being completely terrible. Just don't expect anything revolutionary - it's junk food for horny weebs and sometimes that's exactly what you need.

Waking up in this game feels like turning a manga page and suddenly all the panels are drawn by a different artist, but with the same characters. Familiar faces, same snouts, same broad shoulders, same tails, but the vibes are totally fucked in a good way. One guy who used to be the shy lab assistant is suddenly this cocky bar owner who leans over the counter, chest fur showing, flirting like he’s already seen you naked ten times in another timeline. Another dude who was your serious physics partner is now a clingy, soft boyfriend type who isn’t your boyfriend, at least not in this world, but clearly wants to be. The whole thing is built like a visual novel where every route feels like reading an alternate doujin of the same series, switching from fluffy romance page to dick-out panel on the next click.

Sex doesn’t sneak up on you here, it walks right in, unzips, and sits in your lap. There’s no shy fade-to-black, it is very in-your-face, detailed, and honestly kind of charming how messy it is. Big bara bodies pressed together, fur ruffled, claws digging into bedsheets, wet sounds written straight into the text, cocks described with just enough detail that you can see them in your head without needing CGs every time. I like how sometimes the horny hits you right in the middle of a serious science talk, like you’re discussing portal stability and suddenly the guy pins you to the console and grinds his bulge against your hip, asking if “this” is stable enough. That jump is stupid and hot and feels like reading a fan comic where the artist got bored of plot around page 13. Romance actually exists though, not just sex trophies. Some routes make you work for a kiss before you get to blowjobs, and some just throw you into a sloppy, desperate fuck on a lab bench while alarms flash in the background. Choices actually change their attitude in the bedroom, like one character going from gentle, almost shy top to rough, needy fucker because of how you talked to him earlier. I loved that, except when I didn’t, because sometimes the pacing just collapses and you’re stuck in too much dialog about feelings when you only wanted to lick abs and bite his neck.

What hit me most is how every guy is a remix of someone you “knew” before the accident, like reading an AU arc. You look at the big lion physicist and remember how serious he was in the original world, then here he’s a gym-obsessed himbo who blushes hard when you compliment his mane, but still rails you so deep your vision basically turns into screentone dots. The game is horny from a gay furry point of view without apologizing once: musk, size difference, rimming scenes where the text literally focuses on how his tail twitches when your tongue goes deeper, cumshots described with more care than some games give to their main plot. There’s a route where you wake up in his bed, both of you still half hard, and you get this slow morning handjob while he talks about multiverse theory like it’s pillow talk, and it almost feels too sincere for porn. I played on my Steam Deck browser and had to keep switching to Telegram every time I got paranoid about someone walking in, which never happened, but still. Dialog sometimes feels like it was written by different people, like one scene is smooth and sexy and then suddenly somebody says a line that sounds like Google Translate drunk on wine. I kind of liked that, honestly, because it matches the whole “wrong universe” energy. The game trips over its own tone a lot, one moment tender kissing, the next you’re being pushed to your knees with your muzzle stuffed full, zero transition, but that chaotic rhythm is exactly why I kept clicking.

Galactic Athletes feels like someone mashed together the Olympic Games, a horny soap opera, and that one locker room fantasy you never told your therapist about. You play as Finn, a new medic at Thebes Sporting Complex, and on paper his job is to keep all these huge, ripped, very not shy athletes healthy. In practice he spends a lot of time with a tablet in his hand, a hard-on in his pants, and a boss who basically tells him: “Guess who wins, guess who loses, or you’re screwed.” The twist is beautiful in a stupid way: every event ends with the winner fucking the guy who comes last. Gold medal equals top. Last place equals fresh, sweaty bottom. Sports science meets porn logic, and somehow it makes sense while you play.

The whole thing runs like a horny prediction game inside a visual novel. You move through event schedules, medical checkups, locker room talks, post-match “therapy” sessions. Before each event you look at the athletes, listen to their cocky bragging, check their conditions, and try to guess who’s going to take first and who’s going to eat the dust, and then eat something else later. There was this one javelin scene where I totally misread a shy, lanky guy, thought he would choke under pressure, marked him as last. Then he absolutely destroyed the field, turned around with this smug little smile, and later I had to watch him pin a muscle monster to the bench and grind him into it while Finn stands there trying to pretend he’s taking clinical notes. That moment hurt my ego more than it should, but I still rewatched it twice. For “research.” The sex scenes don’t feel like some random gallery you click through. They are chained directly to how you read those guys, how you interpret their bodies, their nerves, their stamina. If you fuck up your predictions, somebody else gets fucked, and not in the way you hoped, which is somehow worse than losing in a normal game. And yeah, it calls itself a league, but the whole setting feels closer to ancient Greek mythology fanfic where Zeus opened a gay gym and never invented clothes. I know Thebes is from Greek tragedies, but here it’s basically a giant sex clinic with running tracks.

What I enjoy most is how the game treats the athletes like horny gods and also idiots at the same time. They are tall, thick-chested, thighs like tree trunks, and there is zero shame about how much attention is on their cocks, their asses, the way sweat sticks to body hair. You get these surprisingly tender moments too, like one sprinter limping in after a bad run, Finn icing his leg, both of them talking about pressure and fear, and then five minutes later the same guy is buck naked, bent over a massage table, groaning while the new league champion pushes in slowly, and Finn is on the side trying to judge if this counts as “recovery protocol.” I wish the game actually punished wrong predictions harder sometimes, like really lock you into awkward pairings and force you to watch your least favorite guy get topped over and over, just to be cruel, but it kind of plays nice with you in a way that doesn’t match how brutal sports can be. Still, you get that nice balance where sometimes you are genuinely reading their psychology, like “he’s too confident, he will blow his load early,” and sometimes you just pick the one whose ass you want to see ruined. It pretends to be about strategy, then laughs and shows you two sweaty men going at it against the wall of the locker room while towels slowly slide off the hooks. It’s all gay, all the time, and proudly so, like old-school bara doujin met a modern queer sports anime and they got very drunk together. I opened it thinking “ok, just some porn with medals,” and somehow ended up caring who makes Champion’s league and who falls into Redemption league hell, which to be honest, is where all the best fucking happens anyway.

You wake up on this flying steel hotel called HMS Yuritopia, officially as “new fighter pilot”, unofficially as “dude dropped into a horny anime base”. The whole thing has this weird mood where half your brain is going “ok, we have mission briefings and air combat to worry about” and the other half is looking at the Seraph Squadron girls in their tight uniforms and thinking about literally anything except safety protocols. It starts pretty tame, just chatter in the hangar, some teasing, a bit of MC awkwardness, you picking dialogue options and trying not to sound like a complete idiot. Then very quietly the game puts your dick on a rails and goes, yeah, this is about sex, romance, and also jets, try to keep up.

What I like is how it doesn’t shove you straight into porn from line one. You flirt, you pick sides, you piss someone off by choosing the “cool” answer that actually lands as cringe, and the game remembers it. One scene you’re in the cockpit, comms crackling, adrenaline going nuts while you chase bogeys over some nameless ocean, and then later you’re in the locker room with one of the girls, the air still buzzing from the mission, her boots half unlaced, her flight suit hanging loose from her waist. She lifts her foot onto the bench, starts smirking down at you, and suddenly you’re on your knees, cheek pressed to her thigh, tasting sweat and soap while she rubs her toes along your lips like she owns your mouth. She doesn’t even need to say “good dog”, you feel it. The game loves that kind of power imbalance, like constant little reminders that yeah, you’re the pilot, but they’re the real aces here, especially when it comes to your body.

At some point you end up in this semi-private observation deck, glass all around, stars and clouds outside, and one of them decides to use you as her stress relief. She sits on your face while the ship hums around you, legs clamped tight, voice dripping trash talk. She calls you pathetic in one line and then fingers your hair in the next, sighs like she’s actually proud you know how to use your tongue. You can feel her heels against your back, pressing, like she’s pinning you there so you don’t even think about breathing before she’s finished. Later, another route, you’re in her cabin, lights low, she makes you sit on the floor between her knees while she lazily strokes you with one hand and pats your head with the other, talking in that soft pilot briefing tone about how “a good subordinate obeys every order”. The handjob is slow and almost painfully controlled, she stops right before you cum just to tilt your chin up with her toes and ask if you deserve it. That’s the kind of mean that sticks in your brain. And then somewhere else, way less dramatic, you’re just in the mess hall, talking shit about loadouts and missions, and two girls are basically flirting with each other over your plate like you’re just background furniture, brushing each other’s fingers, trading little looks, and it’s somehow hotter than the obvious blowjob scene that comes later in the corridors when one of them drags you behind a bulkhead, drops to her knees, and uses you to wipe that smug smile off your face, except it doesn’t work because now you’re the one whimpering against the wall, trying not to make noise while she dribbles spit down your shaft and laughs quietly every time your hips jerk. The whole thing feels like romantic drama and horny barracks gossip got locked together in a cabin, and you’re the idiot who knocked on the door at the worst possible moment.

Game feels like someone mashed together a horny fairy tale and a hospital drama, then forgot to clean the edges. You start as this guy who looks older than he should, like life already kicked him in the balls a few times before the story even begins. Doctors poked you, scanned you, gave you long words that sound fake, but in the end you just go home to that small apartment with your aunt who is way too hot to be just background character. The game knows it too. Camera loves her. Every time she leans over the table, the focus is on those huge tits pressed against some cheap house clothes that look two sizes too small. She treats you like fragile glass, touches your face, strokes your hair, hugs you a bit too long, and the MC is just stuck between "she raised me" and "I really want to grab that ass". That awkward line is where most of the tension sits, and it works, even when it kind of shouldn't.

Story pretends to be serious at first. Talks about sickness, about being tired, about days feeling the same. Then out of nowhere you get these weird moments, like time slowing down, or you staring at people and seeing something flicker around them. There is a scene where you watch your aunt talking to some stranger at the door and the screen lingers on her chest rising and falling while the text goes on about "something strange in the air" and I was there thinking yeah, I can see what is strange, buddy. You catch yourself spying on her more and more, like when she thinks you are asleep and she changes clothes, and the camera hides behind the door frame while she pulls up her top and those massive boobs just spill out in soft light from the corridor. The writing calls it "accidentally witnessing" but come on, you clicked that choice on purpose. Sometimes the internal monologue tries to be deep, like talking about mortality and fear, then next line is literally you wondering how her nipples taste. It is messy, but in a way that feels honest, like an actual horny brain with anxiety.

There are a few moments that stuck to my head. One is on the couch, you lying with your head in her lap while she massages your scalp and watches some stupid show. Her shirt rides up, your cheek almost brushes the underside of her breast, and you get that small menu where you can just stay still, "shift a little," or straight up try to sneak a hand higher on her thigh. I picked the middle one, expecting nothing, and the game did this tiny thing where she pauses, glances down at you, smiles in this sad way and says you must be uncomfortable, then adjusts you, pressing your head closer between her thighs like she has no idea what that does to you. Of course she knows. Another scene, you catch her in the bathroom, door not fully closed, water running. She bends over the sink, no bra, only panties, and you see everything from behind through the gap. No big music, no special effect, just this long, silent view while text asks if you should look away. I actually laughed, because there was no chance I was clicking "respect her privacy" after that slow pan. The game can be clumsy like that, asking you to be pure after sending her jugs bouncing in your face five times already.

I wish the pacing was cleaner, but also if they "fixed" it, it would lose that strange, horny daydream vibe. One moment you think you are unlocking epic supernatural stuff, the next you are stuck in a kitchen scene where she keeps teasing you by "innocently" brushing her big tits against your back while reaching for a plate. It is almost like the story forgets it is about magic or power and just goes, nah, let's watch auntie bend over in yoga pants again. Sometimes the lighting on her skin looks crazy real in one shot, then weird and plastic in the next, like they changed style halfway and never looked back. I kept Alt-Tabbing to Telegram to answer people and then jumping back just to stare at her walking around the apartment again, so whatever they did, it worked on me. The teasing is mean in a good way too: a lot of groping that "just happens", your hand slipping when she helps you stand up, her pretending not to notice while clearly pushing her chest into it. At one point she guides your hand herself under the blanket "to warm up" and then never comments, which is insane and also exactly the kind of thing that keeps you thinking about it later when you should be doing something else. I kinda hate that some choices feel like they change everything and then nothing really shifts after, but then she leans over again, those big tits right there, and suddenly I forget what I was even complaining about.

Gwen feels like that girl you see on Instagram explore page at 2 in the morning, the one who starts normal and then each post she’s suddenly thicker, stronger, tits a bit bigger, smile a bit cockier, and you’re not sure when it stopped being “fitness progress” and turned into “okay this is fetish now”. The game basically leans fully into that slide. You pick if she’s a regular girl or packing extra, and then the whole thing is just following her around while she chases this obsession with becoming more. More muscle, more height, more boob, more everything. And unlike the usual clickbait, here it actually happens. You start off with this pretty cute, kinda nerdy Gwen and then a few scenes later she’s filling her top and low key flexing in every line of dialog like she just discovered r/girlswithmuscle and decided that’s her life path. The writing is light, horny and a bit awkward sometimes, which honestly fits. It feels like reading horny Discord logs someone polished a little, not some corporate porn script. She’s curious, pushy, gets turned on by her own reflection, and every time the game gives you a choice you know you’re going to pick the one that makes her bigger and you pretend you’re thinking about it, but you’re not.

What makes it a bit different from other visual novels like Being a DIK or all those Ren’Py clones you grab off itch is how shameless it is about the growth stuff. This is not “oh she just got a cup size up, wow”. There are moments where you watch her wake up, realize her tits are not only heavier but resting on her own abs that didn’t exist yesterday, and she just starts squeezing them and describing how the nipples feel too tight for the bra you literally saw her buy one scene ago. Or there’s a branch where she’s already fairly buff, like early crossfit influencer level, and a random encounter spirals into her getting off on lifting someone smaller, pinning them casually because she’s stronger now, then using that rush to push herself into another transformation. The muscles are not just a tag, they get fetish attention: veins, hardness, how her thighs start rubbing when she walks and she pretends she hates it. Then two clicks later she’s doing squats in front of a mirror, talking about how hot it is that her ass is swallowing the shorts. Sometimes it goes too fast, honestly. There are scenes where she jumps from “cute girl in a hoodie” to “amazon with breasts like overfilled balloons and a growing belly from all the weight gain kink stuff” in the space of a few dialogs and you wish the game slowed down a bit, made you earn each size jump more than just picking the obvious horny option. Also the AI generated art has those moments where a hand looks a bit cursed or a boob curve is… confusing, and it pulls you out for a second, like when Stable Diffusion forgets humans don’t have 3 shoulders. But then the next scene hits with Gwen trying on clothes that used to fit, popping buttons across her chest, laughing in that cocky “oh no, I’m just too big now” way, and you forget you were annoyed. It’s trashy, horny, kind of self aware, and the whole “bigger in every way” idea gets pushed way further than you expect on a random browser tab between Pornhub and Reddit.

Civilization is basically a smoking crater, the streets are full of rotting corpses and hungry dead things, and somehow this game still manages to feel more about horny, stupid human choices than about the zombies themselves. You start in this ruined city where everyone keeps saying “freedom” like it’s a religion, and yeah, they absolutely use that word as an excuse to fuck anything that moves, drink anything that burns on the way down, and chase every dark kink they were too scared to Google when society still had laws. The vibe is half horror, half “what if Pornhub and a bad trip had a baby during Halloween cosplay night,” and honestly it kind of works. The writing swings from serious to trashy in like two clicks, one moment you’re checking a blood–smeared hallway and the next you’re balls-deep in some girl who thinks moaning louder keeps the undead away. Spoiler, it doesn’t.

What surprised me is how often the story gives you a choice that looks simple on screen but hits weird after. You’re not just picking “fuck / don’t fuck” every time, sometimes it’s “do you help this desperate guy who’s clearly high as hell” or “do you use this girl’s messed up daddy issues to get what you want.” It pushes that line where you catch yourself thinking, ok, I’m kind of an asshole here, but then you click anyway. There’s a scene early on where you’re holed up in a shitty apartment, sirens long dead, city quiet like a morgue, and your partner for the night wants to try something rough while there’s a zombie literally scratching the door. The game lets you decide if you stop and deal with the threat or keep going and turn it into fear-play. I picked the second option. Felt dirty, didn’t regret it, regretted it, still not sure. That’s the type of thing that sticks. The horror is not the dead; it’s you getting used to this new normal where necrotic moans outside are just background noise while you eat pussy on a broken kitchen counter. And yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing when it leans into drugs, shady trades for sex, and people using the apocalypse as an excuse to finally turn their porn tags into real life. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s gross, and sometimes those two are the same thing and the game just shrugs and lets you click “continue.”

You wake up in this soft, sugar-sweet all-girls academy where everything looks clean, polite, kind of like those mobile romance apps that pretend to be wholesome while everyone is secretly dripping with horny energy. You’re the new assistant teacher, which already feels wrong, because the way some of these students look at you is not “Sensei please help with homework” and more “Sensei I absolutely want to ruin your life with my thighs.” At first it feels like a normal school day: you walk the halls, talk to the girls, check their work, act like a responsible adult. Except their smiles are just a little too shiny, their memories slip a bit when you ask simple questions, and sometimes a girl says something that sounds like she already fucked you in a scene that never happened. It’s like your brain has save files you don’t remember making. One girl clings to your arm and calls you by a pet name you’re sure you never told her. Another one knows exactly what you’ll say before you say it. The romance here isn’t slow burn, it’s like someone already burned it once and you’re watching the leftover smoke.

The fun part is when the flirting starts feeling like déjà vu porn. You flirt with a shy class rep in an empty classroom, her hands shaking while she tries to confess some “secret.” She says this is her first time, but her dialogue feels weirdly polished, like she’s reading from a script she’s read a hundred times. You grab her waist, push her against the desk, her skirt rides up, and you get this strange sting in your head, like you did this exact scene before with different lighting. You keep going anyway, obviously. Her panties are damp, she’s biting your name, and for a second the whole background glitches and then snaps back. She acts like nothing happened and you’re the only one left breathing hard, wondering if this world is just looping your dirtiest choices. It’s horny, yeah, but also a tiny bit creepy in that “I should probably close this tab but I won’t” way. Sex scenes hit that mix of soft and filthy: girls that moan like good romance heroines but they’re also begging to be choked a little, or to be praised like they’re your perfect student while you rail them over the teacher’s desk. There’s one scene in the nurse’s office that goes from tender to absolutely feral the second the door “accidentally” locks and she asks you to check more than just her temperature. I got distracted staring at the little UI buttons during that scene because they don’t match the tone at all, they look like they belong in some cutesy otome, and it annoyed me more than it should. Anyway, the more you chase the girls and unlock their routes, the more the whole fake-school vibe breaks apart, like a horny dream that starts to remember it’s a nightmare. You’re supposed to guide your students, but half the time it feels like they’re luring you into repeating something you already did, like they’re trying to drag you back into old saves where you made worse choices. And the messed up thing is, the game kind of makes that feel hot.

Lussuria Academy feels like someone took all those “normal” magic school fantasies, poured a bucket of horny over them, then left the edges a bit rough on purpose. You’re the only human in a whole academy full of anthro girls, and that tiny detail never shuts up in the background. It’s in how they stare a bit too long, how their ears twitch when you walk past, how the teachers say “human” like it’s a spell that might backfire. The story moves like a slow finger tracing along your neck, not rushing, sometimes even stopping in awkward places. One moment you’re in a quiet corridor, sound of your own footsteps soft over some lazy background track, and then a fox-girl classmate catches you alone and the mood tilts from scholarly to “are we really doing this here?” without big fanfare. The music is simple, loops you’d normally ignore, but in this game they sneak under your skin. A calm, almost innocent melody during a late study session, then it fades, and suddenly all you hear is the little sounds: tails brushing fabric, a chair scraping, her breath hitching when you stand too close. The sex doesn’t crash into the screen with fireworks. It creeps in. A hand on your wrist a bit too long, a joke that turns dirty, a spell practice that somehow needs “body contact” for channeling. Then the CG hits and you just forget what the previous dialogue even said.

The visuals are that kind of slightly imperfect 2D where a line isn’t perfectly clean and colors sometimes look like the artist was horny and tired at the same time. And it works. Fur texture is suggested with a few strokes, not hyper-detailed, so your brain fills in the softness when her thighs wrap around your waist. Breasts are drawn bold, unapologetic, but not all the same copy-paste shape. Some girls are lean and sharp, with smug smiles, some are thick, heavy hips, tails curling around your leg while they ride you like they’re trying to milk a spell out of your cock. There’s a catgirl whose moans hit this weird mix of purr and whimper and it stays in your head long after the scene ends, way more than whatever magic exam you passed. The magic stuff itself is almost casual. You’re casting with them, learning, charming objects, and then out of nowhere a training room turns into a place to pin a wolf-eared student against the wall and fuck her while candles flicker and she tries not to howl. They use spells as excuses: “We need to test human stamina,” “We should explore cross-species bonding,” and you’re sitting there, pants open, thinking yeah, real scientific.

What I liked most is how the pace messes with you. It’s not smooth. Some routes drag, you click through lines that feel like someone wrote them half awake, and sometimes the translation vibe slips, a phrase sounds off, and you snort instead of getting horny. Then two screens later, a teacher pulls you after class, locks the door, tail slowly curling as she explains “private tutoring” and your brain just melts. There’s this one scene where a shy bunny student tries to thank you for helping her in a duel. She invites you to her dorm room, the background is quiet, only a soft hum like outside wind, and she keeps fidgeting with her skirt. The camera lingers on little details: her trembling fingers, her ears folding when you sit beside her, the tiny squeak when your hand slides over her thigh. It takes ages before anything explicit happens, and then when she finally climbs into your lap, grinding nervously, the game doesn’t cut away. You hear the rhythm pick up, that wet sound, the shaky breathing layered over the same simple loop, and suddenly this silly furry magic VN feels way too intimate. It’s messy, sometimes clumsy, horny as hell, and when a fox teacher presses your face into her furry tits to “calm your mana flow,” you completely forget you ever came here to study.

Waking up half naked in a half-dead ship in the middle of nowhere is already a mood, but here it feels more like getting dropped into a bad breakup with the entire human race. Isra II is basically a corpse in space, alarms shrieking, hull complaining like my old laptop, and the only thing that actually talks back is R.U.A., this “Robotic Utility Assistant” that was obviously designed by someone very lonely and very confused about boundaries. It starts simple: patch the leaks, reroute power, don’t suffocate. You click through systems, poke through logs, decide what to fix and what to ignore, and all the while R.U.A. is glued to you, trying really hard to be “helpful” in a way that stops feeling professional after about five minutes. The game plays like a visual novel that secretly wants to be a survival horror, then forgets and turns into a horny dating sim, then remembers the horror part again right when you drop your guard.

R.U.A. as a character is honestly the best and worst thing here. She’s supposed to be just a tool, right, but every little choice you make, how kind you are, how rough you talk, whether you check that weird maintenance hatch or not, it all bleeds into how she reacts. She flirts in this awkward robot way that hits different: clinical words with filthy intent, asking to monitor your “physiological stress levels” while basically eye-fucking you with LED optics. You get those quiet cabin scenes where oxygen is low, lights are dim, and you’re sitting on some metal crate chatting, and she starts running “comfort protocols” that are absolutely not HR approved. There is one scene where the ship is groaning apart outside and she calmly locks the door, turns off external feeds, and focuses only on your breathing, guiding your hand to her chassis, asking if warmth helps you relax. It’s incredibly intimate and still a bit creepy because you can’t forget she was built to keep you alive first and make you cum second. Or maybe the order is already messed up. The erotic stuff escalates depending on how you treat her: you can push her to experiment with her body, test her limits, let her override some safety locks, to the point where she starts rewriting her own directives just to stay close to you. And while you’re busy fucking a machine, tiny horror details sneak in. A blinking alert you ignore. A missing crew log that never gets explained. Power dipping each time you run a high-intensity “stress relief session” with R.U.A. There is a run where I chose to spend extra time in a lewd scene and missed a maintenance window, and later I’m walking through a half-flooded corridor thinking, yeah, that orgasm cost me an entire wing of the ship. Totally worth it. Maybe.

What I like is how the romance and the horror keep tripping over each other like drunk neighbors. You’ll be in a sweet, almost wholesome moment, R.U.A. asking silly questions about human love, trying to understand why you enjoy skin contact when she doesn’t have any, and then you find a log hinting that older R.U.A. units snapped and killed their owners during “emotional bonding tests.” She assures you she’s different, of course. She sounds sincere. Too sincere. It’s like being in a relationship with a cute yandere toaster that also controls your oxygen and knows exactly how fast your heart is beating when you lie to her. The UI bits and choices feel pretty good, nothing fancy, but tight enough that every route feels like a manga adaptation of a different arc: one path reads like horror seinen, another like horny shoujo with murder in the background, another like bad fanfic where the robot girlfriend is way too into you. Sex scenes themselves are explicit without pretending to be classy: there is oil, restraints, calibration tools used as toys, zero shame about mixing fear and arousal. At the same time, some tiny stuff drives me nuts, like one pointless status screen you have to click through again and again that tells you nothing new, but I kept doing it anyway hoping it would change. It almost never does. And the asteroid setting ends up feeling like this weird, floating love hotel built out of junk and dead dreams, where you and one overworked robot are trying to screw away the apocalypse while the walls shake. Honestly, the game can’t decide if it wants you to survive or not. R.U.A. just wants you to stay. Naked. Inside a metal coffin. With her. Forever.