I keep reloading the page. Not to see her, the game’s version of her, but to check the view counter. It’s a stupid little number, 2,403 now, and I know it’s just pixels but my stomach does this thing where it tightens and I can’t look away. The first time she put on that tiny white top, the one that’s basically a second skin, and just talked to the camera all shy, I picked “You’re doing great, babe.” What else are you gonna pick? The other option was something like “Maybe this is too much” and my mouse hovered over it for a full minute. She was so nervous, chewing her lip, and I wanted to protect that version of her.

But then the comments came in. And she read them out loud in that breathy new voice. The game just sits there, letting you click through these scenes where she’s getting her lips done, and it’s framed like a medical procedure but the dialogue is all about pleasing the audience. There’s this one moment, after the boob job, she drops her robe and asks what I think. The animation is jerky, the AI cg has that weird gloss, but her eyes are dead and sparkling at the same time. I chose the option for her to start an explicit stream. Right there on the couch. The male protag just watches from the corner, maybe holding the phone. It’s the exhibitionism pathway, I guess, but it doesn’t feel like a team thing. It feels like an accident I’m not stopping.

You’d think the sex scenes would be the main event, right? The vaginal and oral stuff is there, animated competently, but it’s so detached from the girl I remember from the first five minutes of the game. I started skipping through the hardcore creampie scenes just to get back to her checking her follower count. That’s the real corruption. Not the sex. The number. It’s a binary choice system that pretends you’re building her up when you’re really just feeding her to a machine. I picked the addiction-based path once, just to see, and she started ignoring the protag completely, just talking to the chat while touching herself, and I felt this weird relief. Like, at least she’s honest now. The game’s unpolished as hell, some text boxes overlap and a sound effect looped for three minutes straight, but that brokenness kind of fits. It feels like looking at something you shouldn’t be seeing through a glitchy webcam. My therapist would have a field day with why I kept picking the choices that made her more of a bimbo. Not because I wanted the fantasy. Because I wanted to see how far the slider would go before the game broke. It never did. It just gave me another view count.