There’s this weird cozy-horny vibe to Growth Academy that kinda sneaks up on you. At first it feels like some chill school-life VN where you just arrived on this hidden island college, meet a couple of classmates with too-big sweaters and oddly shy teachers, and you think “ok, normal harem setup, I know this”. Then suddenly someone’s boobs are stretching her uniform day by day, another girl’s ass doesn’t fit in her chair anymore, and the game just treats it like it’s as normal as exchanging Line IDs. I liked that actually. Nobody is screaming “oh no I am a freak of nature”, it is more like “my tits grew two sizes again, can you help me carry my books” and then five minutes later you are face first in her cleavage. The whole place feels like a horny rehab center where the cure is more sex. Also the island lore is lowkey interesting even when you came only to see giant jiggling body parts crash into doorframes. I kept telling myself “okay one more scene then I close it and touch grass” and suddenly I’m trying to max out affection with a girl whose thighs could crush a small car, just because I wanted to see what happens if she really lets go during sex. Spoiler: she does not hold back.

The erotic part leans hard into growth, but it does not rush. Some routes are very slow burn, you watch a girl’s body change over many days, clothes getting tighter, camera angles getting more pervy, your MC pretending he is surprised even though you obviously keep choosing the horny dialogue. One of my favorite moments was sneaking into the dorm at night and the game casually drops a sleep sex scene like “oh yeah this is a thing here”. No drama, just you sliding under the covers, touching big warm flesh in the dark while the UI quietly pops up new corruption flags. Then later the same girl acts all innocent in class, except she can’t button her shirt anymore and the teacher keeps looking and you feel like everyone is lying to each other and it turns you on more. There’s futa stuff, lesbian scenes behind the gym, some dommy girls that use you like a toy, a succubus who basically blackmails you with your own dick, group sessions that feel like a school project gone very wrong, and a few “oh shit, did that just count as cheating” moments that made me pause for like two seconds before clicking “continue”. I wish they would stop teasing pregnancy and then not go full explicit with it, but I get it, I still hate it. Also there’s this whole persona-ish schedule and dungeon tone in the background where you manage days, build stats, poke at mysteries, but half the time I forgot about the big island secret and just chased bigger tits and thicker asses like some caveman with a smartphone. It’s messy, horny, kind of clumsy at times, some scenes hit like top tier hentai, some feel like they were written at 4% brain battery, but it has that “one more click” energy that makes you keep an incognito tab open way longer than you plan.

You wake up in this fucked up little pocket of reality that feels like someone mixed a murder scene with a wet dream and forgot to clean either part. There’s wax on the floor, candles half melted, and a skeleton that won’t shut up about fate and sin like a drunk philosopher on Discord at 5 in the morning. You’re supposed to be a detective, right, the serious type, solving cases and writing reports, but the game keeps poking at you, like it knows what kind of shit you watch in incognito mode. The demon girl in the cell looks at you like she’s already seen every bad thought you ever had about your teacher, your neighbor, that one milf on Instagram with the suspiciously perfect big tits. She talks slow, teasing, like she’s unwrapping your brain the way most hentai girls unwrap a cock, and the creepy thing is she’s not even wrong. The whole thing feels like an interrogation where you’re the one getting stripped.

It pretends to be horror at first, with this prison that doesn’t follow normal logic, doors that appear where there was only stone, and reality bending around your choices, but then it starts slipping in sex like it’s nothing. One minute you’re checking a crime scene, the next you’re spying through a keyhole at some girl in a school uniform getting “tutored” a little too hard by a futa teacher with a cock that obviously breaks school rules. You follow one lead and end up watching a corrupted housewife kneel down and take a slow, messy blowjob that turns into a creampie she’s totally not supposed to enjoy, because she still has a husband somewhere in this story, I think. The game doesn’t stop there. It keeps pushing the whole cheating thing, netorase stuff, voyeur scenes where you’re told to watch, to record, to blackmail. The demon keeps asking which choice turns you on more, the broken girl begging for more or the proud one who ends up collared and slapped until she does what she’s told. There are pixel art bits that somehow feel dirtier than the “serious” 3D renders, like when a tiny growing girl slowly turns into a giantess and pins a terrified, naked succubus under her ass, grinding on her face like it’s some casual Tuesday. And you think, I didn’t ask for that, but yeah, I kind of did.

What I really care about, and the game kind of half-asses, is the interface. For something with this much psychological stuff and roleplaying choices, it acts like everyone has perfect eyesight, perfect reflexes, perfect mouse control. Tiny dialogue text on bright backgrounds with fancy fonts that look nice for ten seconds, then start to hurt. There’s a lot of clicking through long scenes, especially the slow burn corruption parts, and no real “hey, my hands get tired, can I use my keyboard more” options. You can’t bump font size without going into awkward system zooms like you’re reading a PDF from 2009. There are sound cues for important choices, but no real detailed volume sliders, so if you have sensitive hearing or use headphones because, you know, you don’t want your whole house hearing a futanari nun spanking a schoolgirl until she squirts, you’re stuck juggling Windows mixer and hoping the demon doesn’t suddenly moan at full blast. The sex scenes are hot, sure, in that messy mix of bdsm, femdom, incest hints, sleep sex, pregnancy scares and “she says no at first but then she’s dripping” way that a lot of adult games push, and the sandboxy structure lets you stalk characters, watch them in showers, tease them with toys, push them toward group sex in the “wrong” route. But for a game that loves fucking with your head about control and consent, it doesn’t give you much control over basic comfort. No colorblind modes for clue highlighting, no text-to-speech hooks, no simple way to slow down auto-advance if you process English slower than native speakers. It wants to dig into your secret kinks like it’s reading your diary, yet it treats access like an afterthought, like if you can’t keep up with fast text and tiny buttons then you’re not invited to the orgy. Which is kind of funny, because the whole story is about doors that shouldn’t exist, but when I actually need a door like “bigger UI” or “less click spam” that one never appears.

Bolsdip sounds like the kind of town where nothing happens, but then you walk around for five minutes and suddenly you are watching your hot neighbor masturbate through a half open curtain and pretending this is “part of the investigation”. You play this young detective who comes back home carrying big city attitude, small town trauma, and a dick that keeps voting against professional ethics. On the surface it is this classic mystery thing: weird disappearances, rumors about supernatural shit, people keeping secrets. But the game quietly keeps shifting everything into sex. Every clue, every locked door, every awkward chat in the college hallway somehow slides toward blackmail, seduction, or some fucked up mix of both where you are not sure if you are saving them or corrupting them further. It feels less like solving cases and more like peeling clothes off reality, one layer at a time.

The way it plays is relaxed and a bit messy in a good way. You click around town, poke at objects, wait for certain times of day, and different scenes unlock depending on what you already screwed up or screwed. One run I spent ages orbiting the local professor, this classy-looking woman who talks like she teaches ethics but dresses like she cosplays her own students’ fantasies. Conversation with her starts academic, about motives and perception and all that, then suddenly she is pressing you against her office desk, whispering about “research” while her hand slides down your pants. It’s not just “sex scene, reward, next”. She keeps referencing previous choices, teasing you for hesitating when she first offered to “help you relax”, and if you push back she flips into this cool femdom mode, sitting on her chair and making you kneel between her legs while she explains moral philosophy like it’s foreplay. I wish the transitions between normal talk and horny talk were less abrupt sometimes, but at the same time that abruptness kind of feels right, like how real desire cuts into small talk without asking.

Next door is the milf who looks way too perfect for this shitty little town. She bakes, she smiles, she leans over in yoga pants in a way that absolutely counts as exhibitionism. She acts all caring, nostalgic about when you were younger, but the camera angle really cares only about her tits and her ass. You end up in these situations where you “help” her carry boxes, fix some minor thing in her house, and the reward rapidly goes from a hug to her guiding your head between her legs on the living room couch while some boring TV show is on in the background. There is this one scene where she pretends to be half asleep on the sofa and you are standing there, watching her nipples harden under the shirt, and the game lets you choose whether to be a good guy or quietly slide your hand under the fabric. It feels dirty in a very aware way, like the game is staring right into that part of your brain that always wonders what you would really do if nobody judged you. And then, when you think you have the pattern, the game throws that hidden baocat thing at you, so suddenly you are clicking around locations looking for a ridiculous little mascot that unlocks some extra lewd toy or secret animation. It is silly, breaks the mood, makes you grin, and somehow also makes the next blowjob scene feel more earned, because you hunted a stupid cat for it. The whole thing ends up like a horny detective diary: a slow burn of mysteries, voyeur moments, guilt-flavored orgasms, and the constant sense that Bolsdip itself is getting wetter and weirder the deeper you push.

Ava looks like the kind of wife you show on Instagram and pretend your life is super balanced, while in reality your balls are on permanent hostage mode. She is soft, smiley, cuddly, and at the same time somehow talks to you like a therapist who owns your dick by legal right. The game plays into that mood hard. You’re the husband, stuck in this weird mix of romance, edging, and “yes dear” energy, and the whole story slowly twists that into something darker and way more fucked up. It starts like a cozy slow-burn visual novel, all sweet teasing and emotional talks about trust, then suddenly you remember there is a succubus involved and you probably made the worst bargain in horny history. The pace is not for people who just want to open a menu, click “blowjob,” and go fap. You actually sit in long conversations where Ava is talking about feelings, and your brain is screaming “please just ruin me,” and the game kind of answers with “okay, but let’s make it psychologically uncomfortable too.”

Then Alison shows up. Half-sister, total problem, full succubus, and the kind of girl who looks at you like she already knows the exact shape of your kink just from your breathing pattern. The night you see her feeding on some dude feels like you accidentally walked into the wrong Pornhub category and stayed anyway. Instead of running, you do the most porn-brain decision possible: you blackmail a soul-sucking demon into helping you turn your wife into a hotwife. Genius. Absolutely stupid, but genius. This is where the whole thing shifts from “romantic VN” to “erotic thriller with way too much edging.” Alison basically becomes your horny life coach, linked to your head with this telepathic bond that lets her poke your thoughts, whisper stuff while you’re trying not to cum inside Ava, and nudge her slowly toward more teasing, more public flirting, more emotional domination, more “you’re mine, but I might share you.” There is plenty of explicit stuff, but it always comes wrapped in mind games. One moment you’re getting a passionate blowjob from the wife who tells you how much she loves you, next moment you remember Alison is listening in and treating your orgasms like some kind of magical resource. The game plays with hotwife fantasies, voyeuristic moments, hints of cheating, and that sick mix of guilt and arousal where you want Ava corrupted and at the same time you are terrified she will actually enjoy it too much. Sometimes it feels romantic, sometimes it feels like a psychological horror with tits, and sometimes you just sit there thinking “this is so fucked up” while still clicking “next” with one hand.

She is the kind of woman you see at the supermarket and never really notice. Wedding ring, neat hair, those mom hips that could crush a man’s skull if she ever decided to ride him for real. House looks clean, schedule looks boring, phone full of grocery lists and PTA bullshit. On the surface. Underneath, this game treats her like a match you keep rubbing against the box, again and again, deciding if you really want to see the fire. You are in her head and a little bit in her panties too, poking around her choices, watching how a small “yes” to something harmless becomes a slippery slope into “fuck, I shouldn’t like this but I do”. There’s this scene early on where she’s folding laundry, husband texting that he’ll be late again, and you can keep her focused like a good wife or let her linger on the smell of his shirts and then suddenly she’s thinking about someone else’s hands on her tits instead. Such a tiny moment, just clicking a different option, but the whole mood shifts, like opening the window and finding a stranger smoking on your balcony, staring at you.

The game loves this slow drip of temptation. A little flirting with the delivery guy when he shows up with a package too big to carry alone, her tits bouncing in that thin home shirt as she leads him to the bedroom to “leave it there”. You can pull back, make her awkward and polite, or push her to bend over a bit too far, feel his eyes on her ass, and let that hot shame blossom between her legs. Later, there’s a scene in the car, she’s “running errands”, and you steer if she goes to the supermarket or takes a small detour to meet a guy who only texts after midnight. When she’s on her knees, mouth full of stranger cock, mascara smudging as she tries not to choke, the game remembers you were the one who made her answer that first risky message. It is not subtle. It is also weirdly tender sometimes, like when she lies to her husband with this tiny hesitation in the animation, eyes flicking away, body language screaming that she’s being corrupted and enjoying every dirty second. There are moments where she’s loyal, devoted, almost dull, and the game lets you keep her like that if you want, but the interesting part is watching how her big ass and big tits stop feeling like parts of a housewife and turn into tools she uses, like weapons, to get what her wet cunt wants, even if it means cheating just behind the closed door while her family life sits outside, completely clueless. It’s not a heroic story. It’s a series of little pushes, kisses that last too long, hands that don’t pull away fast enough, a tongue sliding where it shouldn’t, and you sitting there choosing whether she stays the “good girl” or becomes that woman who fucks in the shadows and smiles sweetly at breakfast as if nothing happened.

This one feels like someone smashed a horny occult comic, a school harem fantasy and a crunchy stat game together, then just left some of the screws loose on purpose. You play as Caleb, a magician who looks like he smells of cheap coffee and old paper, not glitter and fireballs. The vibe is more “burned-out grad student who sees ghosts” than superhero, which I kinda liked. He’s stuck in this weird school environment where half the people are hiding something nasty under their skin and the other half are pretending they don’t notice. Classes feel like a joke until you realize some of them actually change how you can twist people’s minds or how hard you can push monsters before they chew you up. One minute you’re flirting with a girl with absurdly huge tits over some nonsense assignment, the next you’re in a corridor that suddenly feels too long and too dark and you know there’s something in the corner of your eye that isn’t human at all.

The teasing is pretty much constant, sometimes in a good way, sometimes “ok, show a nipple already, I get it.” There’s a scene early on with a big-ass goth girl in a mostly empty classroom, legs up on the desk, playing with a pen in her mouth while she casually talks about possession and curses. The camera keeps following her lips when she slides the pen out, wet, and it is so obviously foreshadowing a deepthroat blowjob later that you almost want to laugh. When it finally happens, it’s actually animated, messy, noisy, with her choking a bit and trying to keep eye contact, and your choices during the build-up change if she treats it more like worship or like a power move. She acts like she’s the one in control at first, then your hand is suddenly on the back of her head and her eyes water and that little shift from smug to needy hits harder than any “high-quality animation” ever could. And then, right after that, the story drags you into a paranormal investigation scene where the mood is creepy as hell and you still kinda taste the blowjob on your brain. This contrast works... until it doesn’t, because sometimes the pacing just crashes. There was a hallway monster encounter with a tentacled shadow thing that had insane build-up, then it ended in like two clicks and no proper payoff, sexual or story-wise. Also, the stat system is a bit of a dick. I failed a check in what looked like a horny scene with a busty teacher and it just cut to black and skipped the lewd part entirely. No hint why, no “you needed X points,” just cold “fuck you.” I actually alt-tabbed to rant on Discord about it, then went back and grinded a bit like an idiot, because I wanted to see her wrap those enormous tits around the MC and use a tiny cleansing spell on his cock while she pretends it’s some “aura inspection.”

Where it gets interesting is how the magic and sex tie together. Caleb’s abilities are not just combat tricks. You can slightly nudge people’s emotions, twist their fear of the unknown, sharpen your senses until you hear heartbeats speed up when you touch them. There’s a scene in the school courtyard at night with this shy girl who’s obviously not fully human, something about her eyes, and if you spent points in the right branch, you can feel that thing moving inside her when you lean in. You press her up against a tree, her skirt riding up over a frankly stupidly round ass, and you can tell she’s scared of losing control of the monster in her, but also desperate to be used. The game lets you decide if you calm the beast down with subtle magic and make the sex soft and weirdly tender, or if you poke at it, teasing until her nails dig in your back and she growls in your ear while riding you. What annoyed me, though, is that sometimes the story acts like your choices are huge, then shoves you into the same corridor investigation anyway. There was this whole build of paranormal tension, a bathroom mirror that shows what you really are instead of your face, almost no clothing left, nipples hard, your hand between a girl’s thighs while something invisible taps on the glass from the other side, and just when it feels like it’s about to combine the horror and the sex properly, it cuts to a stat screen. Like, why right there? Who thought “yeah, this is a good moment to remind you about your Perception level”? Still, when it hits, it hits. The oral scenes feel wet and filthy, the big tits and big asses are not just “look, boobs,” they’re framed in ways that say a lot about power and shame. It’s messy in tone, half brilliant and half “what the hell are you doing,” but in this genre, that kind of broken energy sometimes feels more honest than a clean, polished fetish checklist.

There’s this weird moment when you’re playing, where you suddenly realize that in this world nobody is really “the guy” or “the girl” in the old boring way, and yet everybody is horny about power anyway. You’re this college professor, trans woman, looking very put-together on the surface, stylish outfits, that slightly strict teacher energy that makes you want to sit up straight and also get on your knees. The campus looks normal at first, everyday slice-of-life stuff, coffee in the staff room, awkward students, dumb meetings. Then conversations slowly twist into something more playful, more corrupted, like the world already accepted that gender is flexible, but people are still kinky little creeps about who gets to be on top. You’re respected by your colleagues, but they look at you with that extra second of eye contact, like they know you’re packing more than a gradebook under that skirt. The boyfriend exists, sure, sweet and supportive and kind of useless, which is funny, because the game pretends everything is fine while quietly setting up all these opportunities to ruin that “normal life” with your own hands.

What really hooked me was when the game stops flirting and actually lets you act on all that tension. There’s this scene with a shy femboy in your class, the kind that blushes just from you calling his name, and the dialogue lets you tease him slowly enough that you can almost hear his voice crack. You can be soft, patient, talking about his future and grades, and then without changing tone you slide into talking about how obedient he is, how cute his legs look when he crosses them. It feels like you’re directing your own audio drama, choosing where the pitch goes up, where you lean in, when you finally push him over that line. And because the MC is mostly the one on top, the camera and the writing both treat her as the center of gravity. She takes control in bed with the same calm authority she uses in the classroom, guiding a girl’s head down for a blowjob or pressing a trembling trans partner into the mattress for a deep, messy creampie. There’s a scene in a cramped office where you corner a female colleague who has been flirting for way too long, and you can practically imagine the sound of the chair wheels scraping as you pin her there, one hand on her throat, the other under her skirt, until she breaks and begs you to fuck her harder. It should be ridiculous, and it is, but the game knows it. It goes from serious psychological “who am I really” questions to you railing a cute futa on your desk like this is just another faculty meeting. And of course, I kept pausing the game thinking about how I would deliver those lines as a voice actor, where to add a breathy laugh, where to drag out a moan. Then I forgot completely and just clicked through, because seeing the professor pound that femboy into the bed while whispering in his ear about how good boys spread their legs for their teacher was way more interesting than analyzing anything.

Rotten city, busted neon, dead things screaming somewhere you don’t wanna look, and in the middle of that mess you’ve got this guy who still thinks with his dick half the time. That’s the vibe here. It’s not heroic, not clean, not “sexy apocalypse” like some gacha trash on mobile. It feels closer to those old grimy doujin games from the early 2000s, the ones that looked a bit cheap but had that weird soul. You walk around making choices that actually screw you over. One second you’re trying to save ammo, next second you’re pinned between a broken wall and something hungry and not exactly human. And the game just calmly gives you the option to grab a milf survivor with a huge ass and use her as a distraction, or risk yourself like some wannabe hero. The sex doesn’t come out of nowhere; it slides in when you’re already tense, like your brain is confused between fear and horniness. Kinda like watching an old guro OVA but then there’s soft tits bouncing in front of your face and you forget you’re supposed to be scared.

The big thing for me is how dirty the intimacy feels without going full edgy teen nonsense. You’ve got this thick milf with wide hips trying to keep morale up, teasing the MC to calm him down, letting him stare when she changes clothes behind half-broken blinds, pretending she doesn’t notice. There’s a scene where she’s leaning over a dusty sink, water barely running, washing blood off her hands, and you catch the reflection of her big tits moving in the cracked mirror. You can pretend you’re a gentleman and look away, or stay there, just watching, crotch getting tight while something crawls outside the door. Later she calls you out on it, very quiet, half smiling, half pissed, and depending on what you say she either lets you grope her against a boarded-up window or walks off and you end up jerking yourself in a dark corner, listening to undead moaning through the walls while you try not to groan too loud. That masturbation scene hit weirdly hard, actually, because it reminded me of sneaking eroge on an old CRT monitor, volume at 2, scared parents would hear, except here it’s monsters instead. The group sex stuff hits at the worst possible times, like when everyone’s half insane from stress and a monster attack just ended, bodies shaking, and suddenly you’re shoving your cock into a wet cunt while somebody else fills her ass, her voice cracking between sobs and pleasure. It’s hot, fucked up, sometimes too much, sometimes weirdly tender, and it never really stops feeling like you’re peeking at something you shouldn’t see. The horror is actually scary in some parts, which makes the lesbian shower scene behind fogged glass even more intense, the way their fingers slip between each other’s legs while they argue about whether they should just give up on being “good people” anymore. It’s not polished at all, animations are a bit stiff, some faces look strange in a frame or two, but honestly that almost helps. Like old 3dcg H-games that tried their best on a shitty PC, where the jank makes it feel more personal. I kept thinking I’d quit after one nut, but I kept clicking, just to see who breaks first, the monsters or the last bits of human decency in that house. Spoiler, it’s the panties. Every time.

Michelle shows up in New Amsterdam like she took the wrong bus in some Netflix drama, only instead of sad piano music you get her horny as hell and pretending she wants “a fresh start” with her daughter. The whole city feels like somebody mashed a school campus, a gossip forum and a porn studio together, then said “yeah, that’s fine, let’s open the gates.” You start out just trying to figure who you want to play as, mom or daughter, and it feels small at first, like just another school-life thing with a few side jobs. Then ten minutes later you’re in a classroom pretending to study while you’re actually checking if the teacher’s looking so you can sneak a hand under the skirt and nobody even blinks. I liked that. Or I hated it. Depends when you ask me.

The good stuff hits fast. One moment you’re clicking around a pretty normal living room, next moment you catch Michelle “accidentally” walking around half naked, ass huge, tits bouncing in that 3D way that looks a bit plastic but also somehow hot because of it, and the camera kind of lingers too long. When you unlock the first voyeur scene in the shower and notice those little pixel art loops mixed with the 3D models, it’s weird in a cool way, like retro porn stickers glued on top of a modern sex toy catalog. There’s this part where you’re supposed to just peek in and go, but of course you sit there watching her slowly soap up, zooming in on her blowjob lips even when she’s just licking her fingers, and then that hint pops up about “corruption level increased” and you suddenly realize the game has been keeping score on every tiny pervy decision. I liked how the point and click stuff lets you poke where you shouldn’t: open doors at night, check phones you shouldn’t touch, try the “sleep” option and instead of resting you’re hovering over a body like some horny ghost deciding how far you’ll go this time.

What messed with me is how casual it treats all the fucked up things. One route you’re doing sweet romance stuff, a bit of teasing, light kissing, cute dates, you think “ok, this is going wholesome”, and in the same afternoon you can flip to a scene in the school toilets where the femdom senior corners you and just puts you on your knees for a blowjob “lesson” like it’s homework. There’s this blackmail chain too, where you get caught spying on a cosplay changing room, and you think you’re about to get a simple punishment, but it escalates into being paraded half naked through a hallway, some guy filming, another girl smacking your ass, and you still have a prompt to decide if you’re pretending to hate it or openly moaning. The twins show up later and they feel like they escaped from another game, all synchronized teasing, footjobs under the table while mom tries to pretend this is a normal family dinner, and you’re there, clicking through options like “continue talking” while the animation loops under the text, and it’s stupid and hot at the same time. I opened Chrome to just “check it quickly” and three tabs later I had a whole little routine going, saving before each corruption jump, testing if I could push Michelle from gentle handjob to full group mess before she snaps. She never really snaps, by the way, she just… bends. A lot. There is this one tiny thing that kept annoying me, like one button in the UI sits a few pixels too low and my brain wanted to scream every time, but I still kept chasing every anal, titfuck and cheating scene the city tried to hide from me. It doesn’t actually hide them very well.