This thing feels like somebody smashed a horny college drama, a ghost story and a fucked up power trip into one of those clicky visual novels, then forgot to clean it up. You start as this “spirit” kid who’s supposed to be dead or half-dead or just really broken in the head, and you get dropped into campus life like nothing happened. Class schedules, dorm gossip, hot girls everywhere, guys who look like they live in the gym, but the whole time there’s that weird silent question: am I actually here, or just haunting my own life? The game doesn’t really answer it. It just keeps giving you choices and those little CG scenes where hands are in places they absolutely shouldn’t be, in public hallways, in dark lecture rooms, and sometimes right in the middle of a crowded party while everyone pretends nothing is happening.

What I liked first is how fast it goes from “oh, poor traumatized soul, must heal” to “strip naked in this locked classroom while someone holds your jaw and calls you trash.” One minute you’re picking dialog like some shy kid trying to blend in, next you’re clicking through a masturbation scene in the dorm shower where you know anyone could walk in. They drag out those scenes nicely; the MC’s hand trembling, you hearing voices from the other stalls, and you still keep going because the tension is the whole point. Then the game swings the camera hard and suddenly you’re not touching yourself anymore, you’re being watched. There’s this one early scene where you get cornered on a stairwell by a girl with big tits, bigger attitude, and zero interest in your consent. She starts groping you like you’re just a toy she checked out of the library, orders you to strip piece by piece, and if you try to resist she just laughs and pushes harder. I kind of hated it. I kinda replayed it three times on my lunch break at work with Slack open in the other window.

Where it gets really nasty is the group stuff. It isn’t presented like some loving harem fantasy, more like everyone in this college is a little broken and really horny and there’s no real adult in the room. One of the wildest scenes I hit was during what’s supposed to be a “study group”, and you know how that goes. Door closes, books move, and suddenly the MC is in the middle of a couch, pants around their ankles, while hands from all directions start exploring. Some grab your ass, someone yanks your head back by the hair, someone else just slaps your face with their cock like they’re marking territory. The game really likes humiliation, not just the physical stuff but the way they talk to you: “you’re lucky we even touch you,” “this is all you’re good for,” things like that, right when your character is clearly still dealing with all that trauma from before. It’s messed up. But then, in the next scene, that same girl who made you strip in the stairwell might act like a soft dom, teasing you with a slow striptease on her bed, making you watch her play with her huge boobs while you sit on the floor jerking off and not allowed to cum until she snaps her fingers. The tone keeps zigzagging between cruel and almost tender, and honestly, it’s confusing in a good way. College parties in this world are just excuses for more public exhibition: balcony blowjobs, some girl riding your face in the back of a crowded room while people drink two meters away, that kind of thing. There’s blood in some scenes too, real graphic hits when the “mystery” part of the story pops back in, and it clashes awkwardly with the sex, like the game itself can’t decide if it’s about healing or about breaking you further. But that’s kind of why I couldn’t stop clicking through during work, phone in one hand, pretending I’m answering a Teams message while the MC is getting used and filled by a group that keeps calling them “our little ghost toy.”

You wake up already dead, which is a hell of a way to start a porn game, and this tiny chaotic goth gremlin called Misty is like “yeah ok, you fucked up, but I’m bored so here’s a new life, new town, don’t screw it up again.” Next thing you know, you’re in Mystic Ville, looking totally normal on the outside while walking around with magic in your pants. Not a metaphor. She literally dumped her powers into you and then acts surprised when you immediately start using them to peek under skirts, freeze time to stare at bouncing tits, and accidentally grope someone in slow motion. The whole thing plays like a horny cartoon series where you just tap around, click on random stuff, and suddenly you’ve got a naked girl stuck halfway in a changing booth, ass out, and you’re there deciding if you’re gonna help her… or “help” her. The game knows exactly what you’re here for, too. It throws you into these little episodes, like you go to a cosplay shop “just to look” and five minutes later there’s a busty catgirl on her knees fiddling with your zipper while pretending she dropped something. There’s this one bathroom scene where you’re using your powers to see through the damn stall and the girl inside starts touching herself, and the camera just hangs there, focusing way too long on her fingers and her thighs squeezing together. I actually had to pause because my phone got hot. Real hot. Or maybe that was just me. Anyway, the humor hits weirdly good sometimes, like Misty popping up mid jerk session to roast you for being a perv while you’re literally still stroking it. The MC talks a bit like a horny Reddit user, which is stupid, but it made me laugh once when he tried to act romantic and then immediately asked if her boobs were real. And the town looks all cute and cozy, but every second girl you meet is stacked and wearing something that clearly fails every dress code ever made. At one point I was trying to follow this “serious” plot about monsters in town, but then a vampire chick bent over a desk with her big ass filling the screen completely nuked my attention span and I forgot why I came there. I mean why the character came there. Whatever. The mobile version is honestly too dangerous in public. It plays fine, tap to move, tap to talk, tap to touch what you probably shouldn’t, and the animated scenes are way more intense than the still stuff. There’s this blowjob scene where the girl keeps eye contact the whole time, cheeks bulging, spit running down, and the movement is just rough enough to feel a bit messy, not all perfect loop like some sterile porn. It’s not even subtle about the harem thing, either. You flirt with one girl, fondle another, spy on the shy one masturbating behind her curtains, use your powers to mess with clothes, then the game is like “yeah they all kinda like you now, keep going.” Romance is there, I guess, in a horny anime way. They blush, you tease, they flash you “by accident,” you go home and nut over it. And then Misty shows up again, annoyed you’re using godlike power mostly to see nipples. She complains, threatens you, then hands you more ways to be a degenerate. Honestly she might be the real pervert here.

Guy wakes up with a shit childhood behind him and suddenly everyone expects him to be normal, go to school, run a cafe and not stare at every pair of tits that walks past the counter. That’s the basic mood. You’re this dude trying to turn a tiny, half-broken cafe into something real, while your last year of school keeps tripping you up. And every girl that drifts into your orbit somehow ends up tangled in this weird mix of “aww that’s cute” and “why am I hard again, she just asked for coffee.” It starts soft: shy schoolgirl staying late to “help you close,” the older teacher pretending she’s only here to grade your project, the milf landlord who leans just a bit too far over the table when she’s talking about rent. It feels like a normal dating sim for a bit. Flirty texts, small talks, wiping tables, brushing against hips “by accident,” sucking glances at cleavage when they think you’re busy with the espresso machine. Then the game decides that if you’re going to be the man of this place, you’re going to really be the man.

Once the switch flips, it leans into wholesome but very clear male domination. Not angry, not cruel, more like “you’re mine now, isn’t that what you wanted?” and all the girls kinda melt into it. One moment you’re correcting a girl’s homework, next she’s on her knees between your legs in the back room, mouth full of cock, trying not to choke while students walk by outside the door. You’re teaching them “discipline” in your own way: spanking a bratty classmate bent over a cafe chair after closing, slow and deliberate hits on her ass until she stops talking back and just whimpers into the cushion. There’s this cute thing where a virgin girl keeps pretending she’s fine with just teasing, sitting on your lap, grinding on you through your pants while she serves customers, but her panties get soaked and eventually you just drag her into the storage room and fuck her properly, condom forgotten, her first time ending with you buried deep and creampie dripping down her thighs while she clings to your shirt and calls you sir. It tries really hard to be romantic but then you’re groping her boobs in the walk-in fridge with the milk cartons.

What works a lot better than I expected is how the cafe becomes this base of operations for your whole harem. At first it’s one-on-one scenes, but once they all start knowing about each other it shifts into this messy, horny family energy. Girls teasing each other behind the counter, one of them flashing her big tits from under the apron because she lost a bet, another one kneeling to give you a quick handjob under the table while you pretend to check the accounts on your phone. Group scenes escalate fast: you’ve got two girls on their knees sharing your cock, taking turns swallowing, spit strings everywhere, while a third straddles your face on a cafe sofa. Somebody always has a big ass bouncing on you, somebody else is spreading herself on the counter like she’s today’s special, and half the fun is that they’re all kind of exhibitionists at heart. Curtains not fully closed, door not really locked, a student walking past the windows while you’re pumping into a girl from behind, her tits pressed to the glass, fogging it up. The “slave” angle is there, but it feels more like they’re eager pets than broken toys. They wear collars under their school uniforms, hide marks from your spanking under long skirts, call you master with this embarrassing blush that makes it even hotter. There are a few weird tiny annoyances, like how one girl’s expression in a serious BDSM scene looks more like she smelled something bad than like she’s turned on, and once a looping animation just kept going a bit too long and killed the mood, but then another scene hits where you’ve got your whole harem in the closed cafe at night, every chair pushed aside, girls on tables and floor, moaning, cum on lips and bellies, and yeah, you kinda forget you were supposed to care about anything else.

Your life should have been boring as hell. Little farm kid, small fantasy town, marry a local girl, grow potatoes, die. Instead you somehow put a ring on one of the most famous adventurers in the whole damn kingdom, this stacked, battle-scarred goddess with giant tits, a perfect ass and a sword arm that could probably snap your spine if you misbehave. And she actually agrees to drop the armor, squeeze into a too-tight tavern uniform and work in your tiny, creaky bar as the new sexy waitress. It already feels like cheating just watching her bend over tables and pretend she doesn’t notice the way every drunk in the room is measuring her up like she is tonight’s main dish.

The game basically runs on that one dirty thought you never admit to anyone: what if your own wife wasn’t just yours? You’re the owner, she’s the barmaid, and every night the place fills with horny bastards, big spenders, shady mercs, orcs with big black cocks that barely fit in their trousers, and you decide how far you push her. Maybe you keep it “sweet” at first. Let her flirt, talk with that cute shy smile, boobs almost falling out of her corset while guys tip extra to see a little more cleavage. Then you start choosing drinks or events that push the mood. Stronger liquor, louder music, “accidental” wardrobe malfunctions, bets that end with her sitting in some stranger’s lap while you pretend to count coins. It’s all about nudging the line and then watching it vanish. One moment you’re proud husband, next moment you’re in the storage room jerking off because she just let a dark elf slap her ass in front of everyone and laughed like it was nothing.

What hits hard is how the game makes you feel both powerful and pathetic at the same time. You call the shots, pick dialog, pick what she wears, if she serves the regulars in that half-open shirt or that super tight skirt she can barely walk in. You choose if she smiles and seduces, if she blushes in humiliation, if she gets rough-handled behind the bar when you “look away” a bit too long. Sometimes you try to be a good guy and keep her safe, but the tavern itself kind of corrupts you. Money goes up faster when she lets them touch. Reputation spreads when she serves the big black stud in the corner and doesn’t stop him when his hand climbs under her skirt. And the part that fucked my brain a bit is that she actually likes the attention if you keep pushing that way, or she hates it and still does it because she wants you happy, and both versions are hot for completely different reasons. It’s not just porn, it’s this slow, messy slide from “my loyal wife” to “everyone’s favorite milf waitress” with you stuck between jealousy, pride, arousal and this weird, guilty smile while adventurers brag about how good her mouth feels. By the time the tavern is famous, you’re not even sure if you’re still the husband or just the guy who owns the bed she crawls into after getting pounded behind the bar. And somehow, that’s exactly what you were dreaming of from the start.

The reunion starts awkward as hell, honestly. You're back with these girls you used to know everything about, but now they're all grown up with curves that definitely weren't there before. Sarah's got this whole MILF thing going on now, massive tits barely contained in her sweater, while Jessica's ass has filled out in ways that make you forget how to form sentences. The cabin feels smaller than you remember, or maybe everyone just got bigger in all the right places.

What gets weird though is how the whole weekend keeps... repeating? Like you'll be getting a handjob from one of them behind the kitchen counter, then suddenly you're back at Friday night again. Except this time you remember what happened, so you can push things further. Maybe instead of just watching Sarah breastfeed her kid through the crack in the door, you actually walk in and see what happens. The lactation scenes hit different when you're not just some creepy voyeur - she actually wants you there, wants you to taste what she's offering. The game doesn't explain the time loop thing much, but honestly who cares when you're building a harem of your childhood friends?

The lesbian content comes out of nowhere but it works. Watching them explore each other while you're getting a titjob from someone else creates this whole group dynamic that feels natural despite being completely insane. Sometimes you're groping multiple girls at once, sometimes you're just observing them figure out their own desires. The reunion becomes less about catching up and more about catching feelings, or at least catching orgasms. Each loop lets you shape different relationships - maybe this time you focus on the shy one who gives incredible blowjobs, or maybe you corrupt the innocent one until she's begging for more. The CG scenes are unpolished but they capture that raw, desperate energy of people making up for lost time.

It’s strange how this DBZ parody feels both trashy and affectionate, kind of like when you find an old guilty‑pleasure track in your Spotify history and realize you still know every beat. The game throws Goten right into a web of temptation that probably shouldn't exist, but here it does, shimmering with that thin layer of nostalgia everyone secretly loves to roll around in. The art flirts between rough sketches and slick shading - like it can’t decide whether to be edgy or sentimental - and somehow that fits. Android 18 looks too good for words, moves even better, and then 21 shows up and basically warps every mood you had in the last minute. It’s fan service but with a heartbeat, or maybe with several, depending on whose scene you trigger.

I found myself weirdly caught by how the dialogue sounds half improvised, sometimes awkwardly human; sometimes like a dirty daydream that just spilled onto the screen. Bulma’s little gestures - like how her eyes flick away for a second before she says something you’re not ready for - hit more real than they should. The interactive bits don’t even bother hiding what they’re about, and it’s that transparency that makes them honestly hot. One time, the scene drifted into something so slow, so drawn out, I forgot to click until the moaning blended into background music from another tab. It fits though - this clumsy pacing, this idea that seduction in a parody title could have its own lazy rhythm. I could complain about the transitions lagging, but then again, that stutter kind of matched Goten’s fumbling, and now I can’t tell if it’s a glitch or a choice.

For anyone trying to rush it, you’ll ruin the best part: letting the conversations drag, catching the facial changes, not skipping with spacebar. Take it like a good track - feel every drop, every wrong beat, until you stop pretending it’s about nostalgia and admit it’s pure hunger worked into code. Don’t skip, just... let it breathe.

Fatima looks like the type of girl local aunties point at during weddings and whisper about. Proper clothes, shy smile, all that “good Muslim girl” energy, but the game just laughs at that and throws her straight into a marriage with a guy she doesn’t even know. It starts all stiff and awkward in the bedroom, like two strangers trying to act out porn they never watched. The first time they fuck is clumsy and weird in a way that actually feels right. No instant porn star bullshit. She’s nervous, he’s trying too hard, the bed squeaks like it’s judging them. And little by little, the game stops pretending this is a romantic love story and turns into what it really wants to be: this girl discovering she’s a horny mess with way more desire than her “proper” life allows.

What I liked is how her brain is always lagging behind her body. She tells herself she should be grateful and loyal, that nice little obedient wife, then you get a CG of her riding him with this desperate look like she just unlocked a new drug. There are scenes where she’s lying there after a creampie, staring at the ceiling and thinking about God and sin and all that, and the next scene she’s secretly replaying the feeling in her head while her husband is at work. And that’s before the other people show up. The game doesn’t play coy with the cheating at all. One moment she’s politely chatting, next moment she’s pressed against a wall with a thicker cock stretching her way beyond what her husband ever managed. The contrast is brutal and honestly kind of funny. Husband’s sex is “we should do this, we are married now.” Interracial dude rolls in and it’s “oh fuck, I didn’t know it could feel like this, I’m gonna break.” You get that nice dirtiness from watching her try to act like nothing happened when she goes back home with his cum still inside her.

And it doesn’t stay straight either. The lesbian stuff doesn’t start with some cheesy “I always loved girls” nonsense. It sneaks in as comfort. Another woman showing her how to touch herself properly, how to actually chase the orgasm instead of waiting like a passive doll. There’s a great bit where Fatima is half crying about being unfaithful, and this woman has her hand between Fatima’s thighs, calmly telling her it’s alright while pushing her to climax anyway. You can practically feel her morals snapping one by one. She’s supposed to be this obedient wife, but by the time you’re deeper in, she’s tasting another woman one day and then taking a raw cock the next, big tits bouncing all over the place while she tries not to say out loud that she likes the forbidden stuff more than the “normal” sex she’s allowed to have. The game doesn’t pretend to teach a lesson or be deep. It just keeps asking the same question in different scenes: if a girl like this grows up caged, what happens when someone finally opens the door and tells her she can fuck whoever she wants and nobody’s watching? The answer is not pretty for her husband, but it is very fun to watch.

Homeboy comes back from his “year abroad” like he just discovered culture, and walks into a house that feels the same but somehow way dirtier. Not the furniture, the vibes. Mom’s still stacked like a hentai thumbnail, stepdad’s still pretending to be the wholesome nice guy, and the two sisters are… yeah, not how he left them. The game drops you right in the middle of this horny little pressure cooker where everyone’s pretending nothing weird is going on while literally everything is weird. You’re the son, you’re broke, trying to find a job, and instead of working on your CV you’re out here watching your own family like a degenerate peeking from behind the curtains. One second you’re in the kitchen talking about “future plans” and next second you’re getting flashbacks of how your mom’s shirt always rides up when she reaches for the top shelf and your brain just turns into Pornhub recommendations.

The game loves to play that slow, rotten corruption thing. At first it’s just small shit. You walk into the living room at the wrong moment and your older sister’s skirt “accidentally” rides up while she’s watching some Netflix clone on her laptop. Younger sister’s glued to her phone, doing that fake innocent student routine, but when you pass her door at night there’s that soft wet sound and a choked breath and your dumb ass just stands there, listening, hand already on your dick before you even realize it. The voyeur stuff hits hard: crack of the door, bathroom mirror fogged, mom bent over the sink in a towel that’s one bad knot away from dropping, and you’re there, hiding, blood pumping way too loud in your ears. Sometimes you catch stepdad grabbing her ass in the kitchen, his hand way too low, her pretending to push him away while still pressing back into him. You start noticing he stays out late more, and when he’s home, he’s rougher, like some switch flipped. There’s that one scene where you see him arguing with mom, his voice raised, and then it cuts to him dragging her to the bedroom. You don’t see everything at first, just hear the bed banging and her moans sounding a little too close to crying, and the game just leaves you with that messed up mix of jealousy, anger, and straight up arousal.

Then the cheating and interracial stuff starts dripping in, not subtle at all. Mom “goes out with a friend” and suddenly she’s in the back of some dude’s car, face buried in his lap, her big tits bouncing while she chokes a little on his cock and pretends she still has morals. Your older sister sneaks out to “study” and ends up riding some huge black guy like he’s the final boss of her degree, and later you accidentally see the video on her phone when she goes to shower. The game lets you decide if you just watch, confront, or quietly use that shit later while you jerk off alone in your room. That’s the thing: masturbation scenes are everywhere, like the house itself is horny and leaking. You catch mom with her fingers buried deep between her thighs after a fight with stepdad, see your younger sister grinding on her pillow, see your own reflection in the monitor light while you stroke it to some CG scene of the same women you just had breakfast with. Sometimes there’s a tiny romance beat, like mom looking at you too long, hand resting on your shoulder a little too soft, or your sister cuddling up to you on the couch while pretending to be scared of some movie. Next day she’s snapping at you again like nothing happened and you’re left half hard and confused. Anal, oral, groping in tight spaces, sneaky handjobs under tables, the game just stacks all the family-relationship shit until you’re not sure if this is still a “nice son returns home” story or a full-blown degeneration arc. And it somehow feels even worse when the sex gets tender for a second, like when mom kisses you slow, like a real lover, after you’ve already done the nastiest things together. You sit there, pants around your ankles, feeling like the most fucked up romantic idiot on the internet, and then you click “next scene” anyway.

This one feels like scrolling your phone after a breakup, half naked in bed, then suddenly falling into someone else’s messy life and going, “oh shit, that’s me.” You’re this college guy who used to just rot in his room, drowning in cheap snacks and porn tabs, pretending that ghosting your ex and muting half your contacts counts as “healing.” Then basketball drags you back into the light. Not as some heroic sports anime star, more like the dude wheezing on the court, staring at a girl’s bouncing tits in a sports bra and losing the ball because your dick thinks faster than your brain. The game leans into that awkward, horny, slightly cringe vibe. You’re not a smooth sex god at the start. You’re a rebound. For your own life, and sometimes literally for some of these girls who also use you to forget their shit.

The way it mixes horny and emotional is weirdly hot. One moment you’re in a quiet dorm room, just you and this girl with a huge ass squeezed into tight leggings, music low in the background, her hair messy in that “I didn’t plan to get fucked tonight” way. She laughs at something stupid you say, leans in, her tits softly pressing into your arm, and the whole world shrinks to the sound of her breath in your ear. Then the next scene you’re on the court, sneakers squeaking, crowd noise like a fuzzy roar, and you’re staring at the cheerleader with big boobs bouncing in slow motion while you miss a free throw you absolutely should have nailed. The writing loves to drag you back and forth like that. Loving the chaos and then pretending you’re better than it. The harem stuff sneaks up on you too. You start with just trying to talk to one girl without sounding like a Reddit post, and before you know it you’ve got a horny goth chick teasing you, a sweet sporty girl who moans your name when you pin her to the shower tiles, and some bratty college princess who pretends she hates you even while she’s grinding on your lap in a dark party corner. Choices matter, but not in that stiff “good route / bad route” way. More like: do you jerk off alone and text someone after, or do you swallow your fear, go to that date you almost cancel, and end up with her hand sliding under the table, stroking your hard cock while you try not to knock over your drink.

What really sticks is how slow some scenes let things build. There’s this moment where you’re just sitting on a bed with a girl, legs touching. She talks about some stupid fight with her ex. Nothing epic. The lights are low, some indie song plays on her laptop, just a soft background, and you’re watching the way her big breasts move under her loose shirt as she breathes. You feel like a piece of shit for checking her cleavage while she opens up, but the game knows you’re doing it and kind of laughs with you. When she finally climbs into your lap, straddling you, kissing you with this mix of need and hesitation, it feels earned. Like you really crawled out of your slump for this. Then other times it just goes full hentai brain, like “hey, you won the game, here’s a girl with ridiculous big tits riding you until the bed squeaks, moaning so loud you’re sure the whole dorm hears.” And both vibes work. It’s romantic one second, absolutely filthy the next. You masturbate, you fail, you get humiliated and turned on by the wrong things, you pick dumb options just to see what happens, maybe you score big, maybe you crash and burn. It never pretends you’re some perfect hero. You’re just a horny college idiot trying to turn one little rebound into a life where you fuck up less and fuck a lot more.