The first thing that hits you is the music. Not some epic orchestral sweep, just a lonely piano loop that feels like 2 AM in a city that never quite sleeps. It sits there, slightly too loud in the mix, and honestly? It works. The sound design in Project ONS is this weird, unpolished gem. The wet sounds during the oral scenes are almost comically crisp, like someone held the mic too close to a bowl of jello, but it makes the whole thing feel more intimate, less sterile.

David’s bar is rendered in that slightly glossy 3DCG style where the skin textures look like they’d feel like warm plastic. There’s a moment, early on, where Elena just sits on his couch and the animation for her idle breathing is a little too fast. It’s distracting. I fixated on it for a solid minute. Her chest rising and falling like a nervous bird. And then the dialogue kicked in and I forgot all about it. The writing is what you’re here for. It’s a kinetic novel, so you’re just along for the ride, watching these two broken people orbit each other. The male domination tag is there, but it’s not the aggressive, leather-clad kind. It’s in the way David uses his experience, the slow, patient way he guides her head down. The power isn’t in a whip, it’s in a whispered suggestion.

The creampie scene. God. The build-up is all fumbling hands and that one specific sound of a belt buckle hitting a hardwood floor. The pace is glacial in the best way. Then the corruption route. I played it second. It’s labeled “tame” and it is, compared to, I don’t know, actual corruption games, but it still feels like a betrayal after the vanilla path. A small one. A necessary one? I’m still not sure. The multiple protagonist tag lets you see the same night from inside David’s quiet desperation and Elena’s raw, post-breakup need. You get her internal monologue right as he enters her and it’s just... a single, perfect sentence that I won’t spoil. The whole thing is over too fast. Not the sex, the game. It just ends. No real conclusion, just a fade to black and that piano loop again. I sat there waiting for a post-credits scene that never came. Typical.