You start as this washed-up ex-child actor in LA who peaked before puberty, which is already kinda hot in a fucked up way, because the game never lets you forget he’s a mess. He’s broke, clingy, horny, trying to squeeze fame out of a podcast that no one sane would listen to. The whole thing is built around this dumb but perfect idea: a sleazy “sex-adjacent” podcast with hot girls who are supposed to talk about clout and drama while low-key getting dragged into this spiral of blackmail, cheating, and public humiliation. It feels less like “build your dream harem” and more like “weaponize people’s trauma for clicks and pussy,” which I mean as a compliment, kinda. The humor is actually funny sometimes too, not that Marvel quip bullshit, more like “wow you really said that on camera?” nasty.

The girls are exactly the type you’d expect around a thirsty LA podcast setup: big tits, big ass, big mouth, tiny filter. They’re not just sex dolls though, they roast you, they tease you, they bully you, they drag you on your own show. One of my favorite bits is when you’re trying to keep two of them from absolutely destroying each other on the couch while you’re still rolling, and at the same time you’re trying to angle the conversation into “so, what’s your type in men?” so you can line up some pussy later. There’s a lot of femdom energy floating around, not in a leather-and-whip way, more like they know you’re desperate and they use it. Sexual harassment in both directions too, guys and girls just crossing lines like it’s a sport. One minute you’re getting a lapful of big ass during a fake “twerk contest for the fans”, next minute that same girl is using your fuck-up on stream to blackmail you into quietly helping her cheat on her dude. Or worse, she lets you fuck her and then laughs that she’s going to describe every second of it on TikTok as “content”.

The netorare stuff hits that specific dirty brain itch. It’s not just “oh no, my waifu is stolen”, it’s more like everybody is playing this clout game where loyalty is negotiable and sex is currency. You run into situations where another guy gets invited as a co-host or guest and suddenly he’s charming the girls on-air, touching their thighs while the camera “accidentally” stays too low, and your MC is forced to smile for the audience while his brain screams. There’s this one bit where you help set up a collab to boost your view count, and it slowly turns into you literally watching one of the girls slide closer to him on the couch, hand on his chest, and you can tell she’s deciding if she’s going to ride his dick later purely because it’ll piss you off and make better drama. The game leans into that, like “yeah, you wanted fame, here’s your girlfriend getting fucked for engagement numbers.” Or maybe she’s not your girlfriend. Or maybe she was, but only between ad reads. The sex itself can get surprisingly tender or straight-up nasty depending how you play it, from teasing strip moments during “body positivity talk” to full-on vaginal scenes that feel like you’re sneaking them past the algorithm. Half the time you’re trying to keep sponsors happy and the other half you’re wondering if that shadowy group pulling strings cares more about views or about watching you crumble while someone else makes your girl moan on a couch that smells like cheap perfume and broken promises.

Kislev looks normal at first glance. Streetlights, cheap shops, that one park bench where everyone pretends not to stare at each other. Then you notice how empty it feels, like the city is holding its breath. Officials keep saying “just a weird cold, nothing serious,” while half the people you meet have this strange tired look in their eyes and the other half are just horny as fuck and pretending nothing is wrong. You play this dude who goes “yeah, I’m out, I’m leaving the city until shit calms down,” but of course he’s late, like every protagonist with a big ego and a bigger cock. And somehow running away turns into drifting deeper into this mess of sex, money, and that quiet fear that maybe tomorrow you won’t wake up at all. Or worse, you will.

The whole thing feels like a fantasy about the end of the world where everyone deals with panic by getting freaky. You’re out there sweet talking thick women with soft bellies and massive tits spilling out of bras that never quite fit. There’s something really nice about how the chubby girls are treated, actually. They’re not a joke, not “before the glow up,” they’re just hot. Big asses, big boobs, big everything, and the camera really takes its time. You’re flirting, buying them shiny crap like cars and jewelry, acting like some budget sugar daddy, and half the time you know it’s stupid but it works, so you keep doing it. One milf leans over your new car, huge tits pressed against the window while she asks you if the seats are comfy enough to “test suspension.” And yeah, you say something smooth. Or you try. I misclicked the dialogue, told her something lame, and she still ended up palming my dick through my pants, super slow, teasing like she has all the time in the world even though the city might be dying around us. That scene actually made me pause Spotify because I wanted to hear every tiny sound. Then I put Spotify back, because I’m an idiot.

I like how the MC’s cock is treated like an actual presence. When a thick girl wraps her soft fingers around it for a lazy handjob, the visual really sells the weight, the size, the way her cheeks flush like “fuck, I didn’t expect it this big.” There’s a moment where a bbw presses your shaft between her heavy tits, and you can practically feel the warmth off the screen. It’s detailed, but sometimes weirdly clumsy, like the dev spent 3 days on the curve of a nipple and 3 minutes on the background. Also whoever designed the jewelry shop UI clearly hates humans, I swear one button is half a pixel off and it still annoys me. The game likes to tease too much sometimes: lots of grinding, lots of “almost” scenes before you finally get release, but when you do, it’s thick, messy, and right in her face or over her giant chest, and she looks proud like she just survived the apocalypse by taking your load. The virus, the panic, the lies from the authorities, it all just becomes this excuse for everyone to live harder, fuck louder, and pretend choices still matter. They probably don’t, but you keep clicking like they do.

Jack’s the kind of idiot you remember from school. Not the cool guy, not the nerd, just that dude girls keep hovering around for no clear reason, like cats around the one person who didn’t ask for them. That’s the vibe here. You’re in this school hall, phone in hand, scrolling through some bullshit chat app while the teacher drones on, and suddenly you’ve got three unread messages from three different girls all wanting “help with homework.” And yeah, none of them actually care about homework. One sends a selfie with her tits squeezed tight in a too-small top, another sends a voice note whispering way too close to the mic, and the third just sends a peach emoji and a question mark. It’s that kind of game. You tap through, pick your answers, and try not to blow your whole harem by saying something dumb, even though the game clearly wants you to say something dumb sometimes.

The nice part is how it ramps from teasing to full-on corruption without acting shy about it. One minute you’re peeking at a milf bending over in her living room while she pretends she doesn’t know you’re watching, the next you’re balls-deep in her on the same damn couch, her huge ass bouncing in smooth little animated loops while her tits smack against her chest. The animations are short, yeah, but they hit that horny sweet spot: mouth wrapped around your cock, slow handjob with spit glistening, a titfuck where her big tits swallow you almost completely. Then it cuts, you go back to the chat, like switching tabs on your phone between Pornhub and Telegram. The school setting stays in the background, chalkboard here, locker there, skirt riding up on the stairs, a tight blouse riding higher every time she leans in “for a secret.” Half the fun is in those half-innocent touches, the casual groping in an empty corridor or brushing her thigh under the desk while she tries to keep a straight face in class and fails hard.

What sticks with me is how shameless it is about Jack being a walking sex magnet and not bothering with deep excuses. You want romance? It’s here, sort of. A girl blushing while she strokes you off, saying she likes you, then two scenes later she’s sharing your dick with her best friend like it’s some kind of group project. Lesbian bits sneak in when the girls get bored waiting for you, toying with each other on the bed, kissing and grinding while they tease you for watching, like a built-in voyeur mode. Sometimes you’re pushed to choose who gets your load, on the tits or inside, and the game doesn’t pretend your choices are noble. Sex toys show up without fanfare: a vibrator pulled from a drawer, a dildo slapped into a girl’s hand while she looks at you for approval before she pushes it in and moans. It’s rough around the edges, some scenes jump a bit too fast, some dialogue feels like it was written on a cheap Android keyboard on the bus, but that kind of makes it better for this style. It feels like a horny dev who knows exactly what buttons to push: big tits, big asses, mouths full of cock, girls fighting for your attention, harem chaos that somehow keeps working. You tap, you watch, you cum, and then you tell yourself you’ll stop after the next scene, which is a lie you already know is a lie.

Angela moves again. New neighborhood, new fake smile, same heavy shit packed in her bags. She’s this sexy, tired kind of woman who looks like she’s had too many arguments and not enough orgasms, if that makes sense. Her past is hanging over her like some shitty Netflix show she never finished, and now she’s back close to her family, which is… awkward as hell. You play as Rayne, basically the one stuck in the middle of it all, trying to figure out if you want to fix things, fuck things, or just run. The game doesn’t hold your hand; it just kind of drops you in and lets you poke at people and see what happens. One minute you’re talking about normal life stuff, next minute you’re catching your “aunt” in a towel that totally doesn’t cover everything and suddenly you remember this is not a “wholesome” story. At all.

The sandbox style hits different here. You’re not just clicking “next scene, next sex, repeat”. You wander, you snoop, you literally peek through doors when you shouldn’t. That moment when you accidentally see Angela late at night, sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers between her thighs, trying to get herself off just to forget her own memories? That hit me harder than I thought. Not just because yeah, it’s hot as fuck, but because she looks like she’s almost crying but also moaning and you can’t really tell which one you want to see more. Then again, a few scenes later she feels a bit too perfect, like someone’s horny idea of a mom in a porn search bar, and I kinda rolled my eyes… right before clicking every single option to push her even deeper into that role. The teasing is slow on purpose, sometimes to the point where I wanted to scream at the screen, like “just touch her already”, but then when it finally breaks, it feels a little illegal in a way that porn sites are absolutely built on. You know what I mean.

What I like is how it lets the lesbian stuff breathe. It’s not just “oh look, two women, now they kiss, scene over.” Rayne’s curiosity feels messy, like scrolling through Twitter and suddenly ending up on the wrong side of NSFW threads and realizing it’s the right side for you. She watches, she hesitates, she keeps “accidentally” walking in at the worst possible moments. There’s this one scene where she’s spying on someone in the shower, and the way the water sticks to skin and curves is so distracting that I literally missed my dialog option because I just stared too long. The romance angle is weirdly soft in between all the taboo: late-night talks in the kitchen, too-long hugs that really aren’t just family anymore, a hand on a thigh that stays there a second too long. It’s hot, but also uncomfortable, and I kind of love that it doesn’t try to make it clean. I do wish the interface didn’t make me misclick tiny choices when my hand is already busy, but that’s never getting fixed and maybe that’s part of the “challenge”. In the end, you’re not just watching them run from the past, you’re slowly helping them cross lines they can’t uncross, with each orgasm feeling like both a reward and another mistake, and somehow that feels exactly right for this kind of story.

Friday night, cheap beer, sticky pub floor, and this girl walks in like she accidentally spawned from a different game. Proper 10/10, the kind of face that makes you close whatever you’re doing on your phone, even Pornhub, which is already a big sacrifice. She talks about modeling, and your horny little brain goes, yeah, sure, “art.” Next thing, you invite her for a “private photoshoot” at your studio. And the game is basically what happens after that, but with way more close-up shots of skin than any camera sensor actually needs. You’re in control of this dude who is half photographer, half dumbass, and all his charm is basically you picking lines that are either smooth or cringe. Sometimes you pick the flirty answer and she melts a bit, sometimes you pick it and she looks at you like you just farted into her handbag. Those tiny reactions are the fun part. Like, one second she’s teasing, biting her lip, letting you adjust her pose, and the next you say something slightly too thirsty and her whole vibe tightens up. It’s awkward, in a real way, which is hot as hell when the game lets you fix it and slide back into that soft, slow build, where she starts trusting you with riskier poses, less clothing, more touching that is “just for the photo,” sure.

The sex doesn’t drop on you out of nowhere. You kinda grind your way there, choice by choice, all the way from her standing shy in jeans and a top to you convincing her to try lingerie, then topless, then sitting in your lap while you “check the lighting.” There’s that nice escalation where simple things feel dirty. Like when you tilt her chin up to find the right angle and the game just lingers a bit too long on her lips. When she finally drops the act and starts grinding on you, that’s where the game says, ok, we’re doing this, and you get the full menu: her on her knees, wet messy blowjob with spit that actually looks like spit, not some weird clear slime. You can push it to titfuck, and the dev clearly likes boobs, because the camera just sits there and worships them. You get her on the couch, panties hooked off to the side, you eating her out slowly while she pulls your hair and legs shake. Sometimes the animations are almost too smooth, like TikTok filters had sex with a fleshlight, but they do hit that “I should probably mute my speakers” level. Vaginal, anal, the game lets you switch positions, and when you finally go for her ass it actually feels like a moment, not just “extra hole unlocked.” She tenses, you talk her through it if you didn’t screw up your choices earlier, and when she relaxes and starts pushing back, yeah, that part stayed in my head longer than I want to admit. The romance bit is weirdly sweet and also kinda fake, like Tinder chat that went way better than it should, but it works enough that when you cum all over her belly or inside her, it doesn’t feel random. My only real complaint, and this will annoy me forever, is there’s this one line she repeats about “trusting your artistic vision” that pops up twice in different scenes, and every time I see it I stop thinking about sex and start thinking about copy-paste. Anyway, if you’ve ever pretended your phone camera makes you a photographer just to see more skin, this feels like someone made a horny little simulator of that exact fantasy and turned the dial all the way past “wholesome romance” into “I’m absolutely jerking to this.”

Fate in this game feels messy and horny at the same time, like the universe got drunk on Tinder and astrology memes. You play this guy who honestly looks like the quiet dude you see in a café scrolling Reddit, but inside he’s this walking pressure cooker of need and soft feelings. He’s not some hentai superhero with a magic dick, he’s just… there, in his room, phone glowing, music in the background, thinking way too much and jerking off to fantasies that feel almost real. The kinetic style makes it feel like you’re being dragged along on rails, but in a good way, like destiny already wrote the script and you’re just watching your own sex life from outside your body. Sometimes I wanted choices, then ten seconds later I was glad I had none, because it let the tension keep climbing without me messing it up.

The romance here isn’t that fake porn “hey step bro” stuff, it’s this slow, awkward orbit between people who clearly want each other but are too scared to say it out loud. There’s a girl who acts confident in public, smiling wide, laughing too loud, and then the second she’s kind of alone with you and the clothes start to matter, you see every little insecurity crack open. Her nipples are hard but her eyes are nervous, that kind of thing. When she starts showing too much skin in risky places, that exhibition thrill hits different, like she’s trying to prove something to herself more than to you. At one point she’s pressed against a window, light from outside on her ass while her hand is down your pants, stroking you slow, whispering nonsense about how “no one can see us” when it’s obviously a lie. The game really milks that heavy silence where nobody talks, just breathing, handjobs, and the tiny sounds of skin on skin. It made me weirdly emotional for no reason, then in the next scene I was just horny again and forgot all that.

What surprised me most is how the lesbian stuff doesn’t feel like some extra category added just to tick a box. It sneaks in soft, like two girls sharing a bed on a trip, touching “by accident,” then it turns into lips on lips, tongue sliding in, and this raw need that’s almost jealous of the male lead, but also not really. Watching her kiss another girl while she’s still thinking about you? That hits like fate being a little bitch. There’s a moment where she’s on her knees, mouth full of cock, hands stroking the shaft, spit stringing down, and you can still see in her eyes that she’s picturing someone else’s fingers on her, like she’s split between paths. Oral scenes are detailed without turning into weird anatomy textbook stuff. Same with the actual penetration: when she finally lets you slide inside her, it’s not just “thrust thrust moan,” it’s that first slow push, her grabbing your wrist, nails digging in, half scared of how much she wants it. I liked the pacing, then sometimes I hated it, because it made me wait too long for the next explicit bit and I’m not a patient person at all. Also there’s this one sound effect that feels slightly off, like a cheap porn loop, and it pulled me out every time, but I guess it’s part of the charm of a prequel. The game feels like catching a glimpse of your future sex life in a dream: not perfect, not polished, a bit embarrassing, but you wake up still thinking about those bodies, those almost-confessions, and you kind of wish destiny would hurry the fuck up already.

There’s this messed up thing that happens when a horror game is actually horny. Your brain keeps trying to decide if it should be scared or turned on, and this thing leans hard into that confusion. You’re stuck in this old college building that feels like that one abandoned wing every campus has, the one people swear is locked “for renovation” since forever. Lights flicker, the hallways go on way too long, doors loop you back around, all that classic paranormal bullshit. Except here, in the middle of all the creepy silence and bloody scribbles on the walls, you’re also constantly running into this ghost woman who looks like she crawled out of a nightmare and a porn shoot at the same time. Long hair, eyes that look like she wants to eat your soul, tits that absolutely do not follow physics, and an ass that makes you forget there’s literal gore on the floor. Half the game you’re thinking “I should run,” and the other half you’re lowkey hoping she catches you again.

The weirdest part is how the “saving yourself” thing sorta becomes optional in your head. You wander the campus trying doors, checking classrooms, hiding, finding notes that make the story darker every time, with little splashes of graphic violence that are just blunt, not artistic. No fancy cutaways, just “oh shit, yeah, that guy is very dead.” Then, in the next scene, you’re pushed into some supernatural sex encounter that feels way too intimate for how monstrous she is. One moment she’s pinning the male protagonist to a desk, grinding on him with those big soft tits bouncing in your face while she rides him like she wants to break his hips, the next moment the lights cut and you hear something wet and not at all sexy somewhere down the corridor. The game keeps letting you think with your dick and punishing you for it, but also rewarding you, which makes zero sense and somehow works. There are scenes where she phases through the wall in front of you, body half transparent, nipples fully not, walks in that slow, predatory way, and you can literally feel your brain going “this is a bad idea” while your hand is already on the mouse or, well, not on the mouse anymore. You get those paranormal moments where she twists her neck at a wrong angle, or her mouth stretches too wide, and then right after she’s riding you slow, whispering shit in your ear you don’t understand, squeezing you inside her like she’s trying to keep you there forever. By the time you realize the campus itself feels alive and fucked up, and maybe you actually do have some weird powers going on, you’ve already decided that if you’re trapped in an endless loop, there are worse ways to spend it than being hunted, scared, and nailed senseless by one obsessive monster girl ghost with a perfect ass and a death problem.

Miserable salaryman with busted knuckles and dead eyes, that is where this thing starts. Guy was an MMA monster before, now he just rots in a cubicle, scrolling on his phone in the toilet, pretending to reply to emails while actually checking sex apps and watching pirate cosplay porn on Xvideos. Then out of nowhere, his old violence gets dragged back into the open and suddenly he is doing turn based combat in alleys and warzones instead of turn based meetings. It feels like some weird mix of One Piece fanfic, hentai trainer game, and midlife crisis simulator. One moment he is negotiating combat contracts with a cold mercenary boss, the next he is getting a titfuck from a drunk milf in a motel who has a maid uniform stuffed in her handbag for "work". The game just throws you into this mercenary underworld where everyone smiles like they know you are about to screw up your life, and it lets you manage that screw up day by day like some scuffed sandbox romance management sim that also really wants to show you ahegao.

The wild part is how much of the erotic stuff is glued directly onto the systems. You are not just picking “sex scene 1, 2, 3” from a menu. You do a mission for this pirate-inspired babe who is totally not Boa Hancock but obviously is, and if you mess up the combat, you still get a scene, but it is her sitting on your chest, calling you useless while she strokes you with just two fingers through your pants, slow teasing, no release, then she goes to fuck some higher-ranked merc behind a half-open door and you have to watch. That voyeurism thing hurts way more because it is your fault from earlier in the turn based fight where you tried to go full damage instead of guarding. When you get it right though, she climbs on your lap on the ship deck, half cosplay, half uniform, big tits bouncing, giving deep oral while complaining about your “no plan brain,” and if you choose the corruption options, she starts asking you to choke her and spit on her and eventually lets you creampie her ass while she wears that silly maid headband like it is the most normal thing. I actually laughed when the game let me switch from romantic “are you okay?” to “bend over the table” in the same phone chat log, like some unhinged dating sim.

There is also this whole NTR side that sneaks up. At first you think it is standard harem fantasy, you collect women like pirate bounty posters, from Nico-looking archaeologist type to serious older milf with big ass who runs a maid cafe as cover, and some android sex robot girl who is way too honest in her chat replies. But then the merc leader, this calm bastard, starts “helping” you train. You send one girl to work a side mission, the management screen shows she is "recovering," and later you catch a short animated scene where she is in his office, blouse open, him groping her while she is blushing, saying she only does this to get extra supplies for your squad. The game does not scream NTR at you, it just quietly lets it sit there in the log, like, yeah, she is technically still your girl, but is she? You can corrupt them in your direction too, sure, like putting the shy virgin into a maid uniform and having her kneel between your legs after a successful op, drool running down her chin during a messy blowjob, or making her use sex toys on herself in the shower while you watch from the door. But that little chance that someone else is also touching her, or that she will send you a phone selfie from a bathroom where you notice a man’s hand in the corner, gives the whole harem this dirty, unstable feeling. The game is horny as hell, full of anal, creampies, groping, vanilla sex mixed with BDSM edges, but it always ties it back to your role as this broken ex-fighter trying to control something in a world where even your own women might be getting fucked by someone stronger. And yeah, the AI CG sometimes looks a bit off, like one frame her boobs are too round or a hand is in a weird angle, but honestly, when Nico Robin lookalike is riding you in a maid cafe backroom, tongue out in full ahegao while you grip her hips and slam up into her, you will not care at all.

This thing feels like somebody took a management sim, a broken-down harem VN and a pile of horny sci-fi doodles from a high school notebook, shook it hard and then forgot to polish it. You start as this loser tech kid living in a dusty warehouse full of dead sex robots, which is already funny because the game treats that like a normal career path. You’re fixing up bots to keep the shop alive, juggling repairs, dates and money, while ogling everything with tits that walks in. Or doesn’t walk, some of them just lie there on a workbench with their chassis open and you’re basically licking your lips over a spreadsheet. It sounds awful, I know, but it actually works in a kinda trashy, “I shouldn’t enjoy this” way. The whole vibe is like a maid cafe from the future crashed into a junkyard, and now you’re the only idiot trying to organize it. Half the time you’re checking stats, the other half you’re trying to decide if you want to upgrade a servo or see if that new robot maid will let you push her face down on the counter and suck you off as a “function test”. That part is… yeah, the game leans hard into that.

What really made my brain start generating fanart ideas is how it mixes dirty robot fetish with normal romance stuff without warning. You’ll have this soft little scene where you’re talking to a shy maid bot about purpose and feelings and identity, and two clicks later she’s on her knees, drooling on your cock while you grip her synthetic hair and watch her eyes glitch. Those eyes are perfect for painting, by the way, that glossy plastic with a tiny reflection of neon warehouse light while she’s doing a messy blowjob test. Then she stands up, wipes her mouth like a good maid, and the game throws in some dumb joke that actually made me snort, something about warranty periods voided by titfucks. It doesn’t even pretend to be tasteful. There’s a whole thing where you “optimize efficiency” by groping their huge asses under their maid uniforms, just casually, while you check their diagnostics. One scene had me “recalibrating tactile sensors” by sliding my hand between her thighs, teasing her, then pushing her onto a table for a slow, vanilla vaginal fuck that looks anything but vanilla because she’s in full cosplay maid gear and calling you master with that slightly-off robot smile. And then later there’s this bit with an organic girl and a robot in the same room that gets into cheating territory, where you’re basically using the sexbot as an excuse and you know exactly what you’re doing. I kind of hated that I liked it.

I keep thinking about painting one of the bots sitting in your lap in the workshop, half-disassembled, wires showing at her shoulder, but her huge tits are perfectly intact and pressed around your cock. Her hands are covered in oil while she gives you a slow handjob and you can see your reflection in her chrome collar. Stuff like that is all over the place in the game. There’s interracial bodies in there too, which looks really nice in that slightly clunky 3D style they use, skin tones against shiny metal, big asses in tight maid skirts bending over robot parts, like some weird future cafe where the menu is just “services”. The whole thing stumbles between goofy humor and horny trainer sim, sometimes you’re managing schedules, sometimes you’re watching a fully animated titfuck with audio that’s a bit off, like the moans come a tiny bit late, and it bugs me every single time. I kept noticing that, and then forgetting it again when the camera angles change and you get that close shot of a maid’s lips around the tip, drool dripping on your balls, her voice module glitching while she tries to keep saying her cute line. It’s rough, a bit ugly here and there, menus feel clunky on mobile, but my head is already full of little watercolor thumbnails of broken sexbots in stained maid uniforms, kneeling in dark corners of the warehouse, waiting for you to “repair” them in all the wrong ways.

This Resident Evil parody throws you straight into Lady Dimitrescu's castle, and honestly? The devs knew exactly what they were doing. You're playing some poor bastard who's gotta survive Alcina's "trial" - which basically means getting dominated by a nine-foot vampire mommy and her equally stacked daughters. The turn-based combat system feels clunky at first, like they copy-pasted it from some RPG maker tutorial, but once you realize the real gameplay is about managing your stamina while getting your face buried in supernatural cleavage, it starts making sense. There's this one scene where Dimitrescu pins you against the wall and the camera angle is just... chef's kiss. The 3DCG models look decent enough, though Lady D's proportions are so exaggerated she looks like she'd topple over in real life.

Combat encounters blend into these weird BDSM scenarios where losing actually feels like winning. You'll find yourself deliberately failing just to see what creative punishment awaits. The spanking animations have more effort put into them than the actual sword fighting mechanics, which tells you where the priorities were. Sandbox elements let you explore the castle freely, groping your way through dark corridors while avoiding or seeking out the various monster girls lurking around. Some of the dialogue during sex scenes made me laugh out loud - not sure if that was intentional. The ahegao faces during climax moments are over-the-top ridiculous but somehow work within this campy horror-porn aesthetic.

What really caught me off guard was how they handled the size difference fetish stuff. Tall vs short dynamics play out in every interaction, from handjobs where your character can barely reach to titfuck scenes that look physically impossible. The harem aspect kicks in later when you're juggling multiple supernatural ladies, each with their own domination preferences. Voice acting ranges from surprisingly good to hilariously bad, but the moaning sounds authentic enough. Fair warning though - the grinding gets repetitive and some animations loop awkwardly.