The story kicks off with a guy who is way too in love for his own good, the type who says “yeah, sure, whatever you want” and actually means it. He’s not a virgin loser archetype, he’s just kind of emotionally dumb, which is honestly more fun to watch. You follow him through this slow-burn mess where everything looks like romantic devotion on the surface, but underneath it’s basically one long build-up to him getting used, teased, and milked by every soft, curvy woman orbiting his life. The pacing is more like a long, lazy handjob than a quick fap: not much “gameplay” in the classic sense, since it’s a kinetic novel, but a lot of scenes where he’s sitting there trying to be a good guy while you, the player, are screaming at the screen, “bro, she is literally jerking you off with her eyes.”

The girls are the kind that porn sites keep putting on the front page because they know exactly what people click: thick asses that take up half the screen, tits that never learned about gravity, and this very deliberate way they move in the 3D scenes so you always get that voyeur vibe. There’s this one moment in the bathroom where the MC is just “accidentally” watching one of them shower, telling himself he should look away, and the camera just stays glued to her ass cheeks while the water runs down, and you know the dev was like, yeah, this is the real plot. Another scene has him on the couch with one girl asleep half on top of him, and she’s “unconsciously” rubbing against his crotch while pretending to be innocent, and you’re sitting there thinking, sure, unconscious, right, absolutely. The blowjob scenes go from teasing to sloppy without much warning, like she starts just licking the tip, talking shit, then suddenly she’s pushing him to the edge and not stopping, and the game really likes to hold on that moment where he tries to pull out and she just grabs his hips and takes the whole load inside, with that creampie close-up that lingers longer than it probably should. Vaginal scenes are not shy either: you see her riding him, her tits bouncing all over the place, her ass slapping against his lap, and the sound design goes completely overboard in a good way, like someone cranked the wet slider to 300%.

What I kind of enjoyed is how the “harem” thing doesn’t start as an obvious goal. It looks like a normal romance at first, but the boundaries keep getting pushed. One girl “helps” him relieve stress with a handjob while talking about another girl, then later that other girl is on her knees, trying to outdo the first one, talking with her mouth full and drooling all over his shaft. There’s this scene where two of them basically treat him like a sex toy, one sitting on his face, the other riding his dick, and he’s trying to talk about feelings while they are literally using him like a mattress. The teasing is constant: short skirts, bending over on purpose, thick asses pressed in his face, one of them casually walking around without panties just to see how long he lasts before snapping and fucking her against the kitchen counter. Masturbation is all over the place too; you catch them touching themselves when they think he’s not around, or he’s jerking off while remembering how her lips felt on his cock, and the camera does not cut away. Oral, vaginal, creampie, all the “finish inside” fantasies you’d expect, but wrapped around a guy who keeps saying he’ll do anything for love and then actually proves it with his dick. It’s horny, a bit dumb in a charming way, and very obsessed with big asses and big tits in close-up, which, let’s be honest, is probably why you’re here anyway.

Love makes people stupid here, in a good and very trashy way. The game throws you straight into a guy who is so obsessed and so ready to humiliate himself for affection that it almost feels sad, then five seconds later you are staring at a girl slowly pulling her panties down in her room, thinking, yeah ok I get it. It is not subtle. The story just keeps pushing this idea that he will do anything, swallow his pride, let himself be used, just to get closer to these women who clearly know how to play with him. And the camera is like a creep with a VIP pass, always hiding behind half-open doors or fake “accidental” angles while you watch them undress, shower, touch themselves and act like nobody is looking. Of course someone is looking. You. That is the whole point.

What surprised me a bit is how slow it starts, but not boring slow, more like teasing slow. There is this scene where the main girl is lying on the couch on her phone, tight shorts halfway eaten by her ass, and the protagonist is pretending to talk about something serious, but the camera is practically counting every curve of her cheeks. She stretches, her shirt rides up, those heavy tits bounce just a little, and you can almost hear his brain shutting down. Nothing “big” happens there, no sex, no kissing, just this lazy, cruel teasing where she knows exactly what she is doing. I actually paused the game and opened Telegram to complain to a friend out of habit, then realized I have no friend who would get why that stupid couch scene turned me on more than the later blowjob. And yeah, the blowjob itself is there too, with spit, tongue, that wet sound that you pretend you hate but you don’t. She holds eye contact, he tries to keep some dignity and fails, and you just watch like the little pervert the game assumes you are. Then she smiles after, wipes her lips with the back of her hand and acts like it was no big deal, and something about that casual attitude makes it more dirty than full-on porn.

Sex scenes hit hard, even when they are kind of predictable. There is basic stuff, dick inside, moaning, creampie, nothing crazy or fetish zoo. But the way they build into it feels personal. You watch her playing with herself first, rubbing slow, pressing her thighs together because she “can’t wait for him”, but also makes him wait. The guy is peeking from the door, breathing heavy, and you keep thinking: if she turns, if she sees him, is it game over or game start. When the actual fucking comes, they like putting the camera under the body, so you see her big tits swing in his face, or her ass pounding into his hips while he grips tight like he is scared to let go. It is pretty raw. There is one scene where he finally gets to cum inside, after all this begging and favors and emotional blackmail, and you can feel this mix of victory and “oh shit what did I just do”. She squeezes him, keeps him inside while it leaks out, and acts almost tender for two lines, then goes back to her playful bully mood. I wish the story stayed a bit more pure, less “I will debase myself for any pair of boobs that smiles at me”, but I still kept clicking, telling myself I am here for romance, while watching her ride him with her tongue out like some horny demon. So yeah, if you like quiet moments where you watch a girl slowly pull her top over her head and her big tits just drop free, then ten minutes later she is bouncing on his lap and moaning in his ear about how full she feels, this thing sort of gets it.

Guy is basically the type who thinks with his dick first and his heart second, and the game never really pretends otherwise. You follow this one male lead who keeps telling himself he’s doing everything “for love”, but half of what he does looks more like “for the chance to stare at her tits a little longer”. Which, to be fair, the game rewards constantly. The camera is obsessed with curves. Not just big boobs, but that slow pan along the side of a breast when she’s leaning over the sink, or the way her ass jiggles a bit when she’s pretending she doesn’t notice you staring through the half open door. Sometimes it feels like the dev is less interested in plot and more in catching that one perfect angle of her bending to pick something up. And honestly? It kind of works. Not always. But mostly. It calls itself a kinetic thing, and it really means it. No real choices, you just ride through his story while he slips deeper into this harem mess. One moment he’s shy about jerking off to the girl in the shower through a fogged glass partition, next moment he’s balls deep in her, swearing he’ll “take responsibility” while her legs lock around his waist. Emotional growth, apparently.

Story keeps pretending it’s about sacrifice and loyalty and doing “anything for love”, but then five minutes later he’s got his cock in another girl’s mouth and you realize, ok, this is actually about how far you can stretch the word love until it just means “I wanna fuck all of you and somehow keep you all happy”. The voyeur stuff is all over. There’s this repeated bit where he walks past a bedroom and lingers way too long in the doorframe, watching her touch herself, fingers sliding between her thighs while she quietly whimpers his name, even though she thinks he can’t hear it. That scene loops in your head after. Not because it’s complex writing or something, but because the sound of her wet fingers, that little slick rhythm, is timed too perfectly with the way her hips lift. Later on, when he finally goes down on her, you recognize the same angle from the earlier spying scene, only now his tongue is in the shot instead of her hand. Little visual echo like in manga when a panel composition repeats on purpose. Sometimes the faces look a bit stiff at weird angles, especially side profiles during oral, like their cheeks forget how muscles work. It bothered me for two seconds and then she swallowed his load, opened her mouth to show the leftovers, and my brain stopped complaining.

Sex acts ramp, but not in a straight line. One girl gets teased forever. Long sequences of him grazing her nipple over her shirt, pulling his hand away right before she begs, then casually pressing his hard-on against her ass in the kitchen while pretending he just needs to squeeze past. Another girl basically goes from flirty hugs to creampie in the same evening, on a couch that looks way too small for the giant tits she’s carrying. Penetration shots like to linger. You see the head push in, her walls stretching, her toes curling. There’s this one vaginal scene where her legs are over his shoulders and the camera sits almost behind her, so you mainly see the curve of her ass and his cock thrusting in from below. It’s oddly intimate and kind of clinical at the same time, like an anatomy study made by a horny med student. And because everything is on rails, you can’t “fail” anything, you just watch as more girls get pulled into his orbit, each with their own way of moaning his name when he finally fills them. The harem aspect is less about drama and more about “how many different pairs of big tits can we line up around this one idiot’s life,” which is strangely honest. Not elegant, not trying to be art. Just a straight shot of voyeur fantasy where you never really have to be a good person, only good at making them come.

A lazy demon getting yanked out of his comfy hell and dumped in a house full of horny, chaotic witches is already a good start, but here it actually turns into a whole sandbox of “how much of a perv do I feel like being today”. You start as this summoned demon guy, technically a virgin in the human world sense, trying to figure out what the hell is going on while these girls poke, test, tease, and half the time forget they literally brought a supernatural sex machine into their living room. One minute they’re arguing about magic circles and some paranormal crap, next minute one of them is leaning over the table and you’re stuck staring at bouncing tits from first person view while she “checks your aura” with her hand way too close to your dick. The game flips between goofy jokes and really direct lewd stuff so fast it feels like watching a horny sitcom that suddenly remembers it’s allowed to show creampies and anal.

What I like is how it keeps that roguelike brain-itch of “ok, but what if I click the other option this time” without drowning you in stats. You pick if you want to be more obedient to the witches or lean into being a corrupting bastard, and that choice quietly changes the flavor of everything. Go softer and you get more teasing, romance, and these slow corruption moments where a “good girl” witch lets you grope her under a blanket and pretends it’s some kind of energy test. Go full demon and the same girl shows up later in a tiny outfit, practically begging to be spanked and filled in every hole while you talk shit in her ear. There are milfs mixed with younger-looking witches, big asses everywhere, big tits that jiggle when they strip, and the camera loves parking itself at that angle where you watch your own hand wrapped around a cock or a dripping pussy in POV. Sometimes you’re just jerking off secretly while they argue about magic, sometimes you’re in the middle of group sex on the couch with bodies piled up and someone still trying to keep up the “serious coven meeting” vibe. The humor is dumb in a good way, like that one time a “serious ritual” ends with a blowjob under the table while another witch pretends not to see, and there’s this whole lazy domestic thing where you’re conquering some mundane human object and somehow it ends with a handjob or a girl riding you after she loses a bet. Half the content feels like voyeurism you stumbled into, half feels like harem power trip where you decide who gets bred tonight and who just has to watch and masturbate. Sometimes they flip it and put a boot on your chest or sit on your face and take control, and sometimes you’re the one grabbing their hips, fucking them raw from behind, listening to them moan about getting pregnant in this new world they dragged you into. It’s messy, horny, funny, and just self-aware enough that when the witch you corrupted earlier walks past in a too-short robe and “accidentally” flashes you, you know the game is winking at you as hard as she is.

Reality show from hell, that’s kind of the vibe here. Not the goofy Netflix stuff where everyone cries in the confessional, more like “what if Big Brother was run by someone who jerks off to cruelty and power trips.” You’re the new guy thrown into this locked-down futuristic house, cameras everywhere, no privacy, and twenty-something horny, scared, fucked‑up contestants pretending they’re here for fame while everyone knows deep down they’re being used like meat. It’s all bright lights and fake smiles on the surface, but a few scenes in you start to feel the rot. People get “eliminated” and it’s not just some walk-of-shame to a taxi. The showrunners treat bodies as props. Holes as content. Consent as a slider they can turn off whenever ratings need a boost.

Since I’m into voice work, I went in listening more than watching at first. The moans and gasps during those “teasing” scenes where the girls rub against the MC in the communal bedroom while the others pretend to sleep? That shit feels way too real. There is this one sleep sex moment that actually made me stop and replay, because her breathing shifts so slowly, from deep sleep to confused whimper, then to this reluctant arousal when he pushes her panties aside and starts fingering her under the sheet, while the cameras zoom in and the producers whisper in your ear through the UI, basically encouraging you to keep going. No cartoonish screaming, it’s awkward, wet, quiet. A little uncomfortable. Actually more than a little, and that’s sort of the point here. Same with the blackmail scenes: they use old sex clips, private files, nudes, all that, to force a shy girl to join a group sex “challenge” with guys of different races on live feed, and the MC can either back off or lean into it. When you go with it, the mix of humiliation and arousal in her voice is kind of insane. She’s choking on cock, trying to say “stop” and “keep going” in the same breath. It’s sick, and it’s hot, and I kind of hate myself for liking it.

The sci‑fi / dystopia flavor sits in the background like a bad smell. Futuristic collars, shock systems, drugged drinks served after every elimination, some AI host that sounds almost friendly while pushing the contestants into anal, double penetration and messy creampie “competitions” that feel like twisted party games. There’s interracial and swinging stuff that actually feels like it belongs there, because the show is clearly trying to mix as many bodies and skin tones as possible for the “audience,” not for the characters. At one point they chain a couple to a wall and have other contestants jerk them off in turns while the floor slowly fills with water and blood from the last “test” in the next room, like a porno Saw ripoff that actually commits to the idea. The sound design sells it: wet slaps, muffled cries, someone laughing in the control room, you can hear a mic crackle when one girl is forced into anal while another guy is already buried in her pussy, so you get this rough, overlapping breathing that makes it feel way more chaotic than the usual porn game rhythm. And yeah, it’s all 3D models doing vaginal, oral, anal, the whole package, but I kept coming back to the way they react. Tiny “fuck” under their breath when you push too deep. Nervous giggle before a forced blowjob. That stuff hits my VA brain. The violence goes hard, too: broken noses, bruised throats after rough throat-fucking, someone getting beaten because they refused a group scene, then later you see them again, limping, still used as a toy. Sometimes the MC is just another predator in the system, sometimes he feels trapped with them. The game doesn’t really care what kind of person you are, as long as you keep playing along with its nasty little show.

You wake up broke, horny, and back in your old room that still smells a bit like teenage shame and cheap body spray, and the game just kind of grins and says, “yeah, this is where it starts.” You’re this young psychology guy who thought he had life sorted, then it all collapses and you crawl back to mom’s house. Only mom isn’t just “mom” anymore. She’s this thick, soft, dangerous kind of beautiful, the kind that makes your eyes slide over her curves against your will. She walks around the house in clothes that hug her huge tits and that insane ass in a way no actual mother should, bending over the couch while you pretend to look away and fail every single time. The camera loves her, almost too much. It lingers on the subtle stuff, the underwear line digging into her hips, the way her nipple outline threatens to show when she moves. You’re supposed to feel guilty. You don’t. Or you do, but it just makes your dick harder. It’s that kind of story.

Then there are the sisters, and yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing. The older one moves like a witch who realized she can control a room just by existing. Goth clothes, dark nails that look like they’d hurt when she scratches your back, eyes that tell you she thinks you’re trash but her body keeps betraying her, slower each day. There’s this moment where you “accidentally” walk in while she’s bent over her desk in fishnets, headphones in, skirt just not quite long enough, and the main character just stands there too long while you feel his thoughts going places they absolutely shouldn’t. Later, when the hypnosis angle really kicks in, watching her resist you with this mix of hatred and arousal, hips still grinding in spite of her words, that’s where the corruption hits harder than any sex scene. She spits insults while she rides your cock, then trembles when you ask her who owns that tight ass now, and her voice breaks on the answer. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. It’s both at once. The younger sister is the opposite weather: all pastel pink, soft hair, candy wrappers, plush toys, girly socks that should not look so good wrapped around your waist. She trusts you way too much. She curls against you during a movie, her small tits brushing your arm, and the game slows the moment just enough that you feel that sharp, dirty edge when your hand lingers longer than it should on her thigh. Later, with the mind control, teaching her to touch herself on command, watching her bite her lip while she obeys, that’s the point where “romance” and “corruption” almost merge into this twisted little love story that you’re not sure you’re supposed to enjoy so much.

The hypnotherapist is the real doorway drug. Mom’s friend, older but still tight where it counts, eyes that see too much and voice that rolls over you like warm honey. You sit in her office as “assistant,” pretending to take notes while she drops other women into deep trance, fingers playing with their minds and their bodies at the same time, and you’re there, hard under the desk, memorizing every word, every pattern. There’s a point when she leans down behind a patient and guides the girl’s mouth on a toy, whispering triggers, and your brain just goes click. After that, going home feels different. Sleeping bodies don’t feel safe anymore. The game leans into sleep sex in a way that’s almost too intimate. Like, you stand over your mom’s bed at night, listening to her slow breathing, watching her tits rise and fall under the thin fabric, and one tiny suggestion you planted earlier makes her legs spread a little. She mumbles your name in her sleep while you slide your hand under her panties and the guilt is there, but it’s distant, like a voice behind glass. Same with the sisters, those late-night scenes where the younger one is half-asleep, squirming and moaning softly as your fingers tease her soaked slit, or the older one clenching around your cock in her sleep, cursing you in her dreams while her body begs for more. The game doesn’t flinch from that dirty intimacy. It loves deepthroats that go too far, tears at the corner of her eyes, spit and mascara mess. It loves big tits bouncing while you fuck them, cocks sliding between them until you paint her chest white. It loves asses, god, the asses: thick ebony hips, mom’s juicy milf curves, your sister’s perfect goth bubble butt stretched around your shaft when you finally push into her tight hole and she squirts all over the sheets. Anal, vaginal, titfucks, creampies that drip out slowly while she walks around the house pretending nothing happened. Sex toys buzzing between thighs, collars and ropes appearing on the “good girl” routes that still somehow pretend to be romantic. There’s a weird tenderness under all that filth too, like when you watch your own cum slowly swell inside a belly on the pregnancy scenes, or when a character you’ve completely twisted still smiles at you like you’re her whole world. It’s wrong. It’s beautiful in a fucked way. It feels like you’re building a harem out of people who were once your family, your patients, your lovers, turning them into obedient, wet puppets and devoted partners at the same time, and the game just lets you keep going, deeper, softer, nastier, never really asking you to justify any of it. I just wish the text messages inside the game didn’t use that ugly default pop-up style, it pulls you out for a second, but then somebody drops to their knees, takes you so deep they choke, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed at all.

Maya is a mess in the most relatable way. Girl wakes up horny, goes to class horny, comes back home even more horny, and half of the time she’s not even enjoying it, just zoning out with porn on her phone, doomscrolling Twitter between strokes, thinking about deadlines while fingering herself again. That kind of depressing, way-too-real masturbation loop. Then suddenly Heaven basically kicks down the door of her burnout life and tells her, “Congrats, you’re a chosen warrior, also your magic wand is that massive futa cock you keep failing to jerk off properly.” It sounds like a joke, but the game commits to it so hard it starts feeling weirdly earnest. One moment she’s choking on her own anxiety, the next she’s in a ruined chapel blasting horny demon girls with holy spells powered by edging herself. It absolutely should not work, and somehow it does.

What really hooked me is how it swings between horny clown mode and those quiet, uncomfortable scenes where Maya tries to act like a normal college student and just fails. You get her standing in a crowded hallway, clutching her phone, praying no one notices the bulge in her leggings while her “guardian angel” is whispering in her ear that she needs to go hunt succubi after midterms. Then cut to her in a forest, pants half-open, using her cock like a staff while a tentacled monstergirl coils around her legs and keeps trying to force a “you came, you lose” deal. The combat is turn based, but the rhythm of it feels more like edging than strategy: buff, tease, stall, big climax attack, try not to blow your load too early because you actually need that mana for the second phase. I like how blunt it is about failure too. Lose a fight, and you’re not just “defeated,” you’re getting milked, fucked, drained, creampied, used as a toy by whatever perverted thing you picked a fight with. Then you wake up back in your dorm like it was “just a dream,” still sticky, trying to pretend you’re fine on your way to group project meeting.

The sex is very “no modesty at all” in the best way. Maya titfucking older milfs that were supposed to be respectable professors, grinding her huge cock between their tits while they pretend it’s still about “extra credit.” Oral scenes where she’s deepthroated by a demon with a halo, or doing the choking herself during a sloppy blowjob behind a campus building, leaving mascara stains and cum streaks on the brick wall. Anal, vaginal, quick handjobs in weird places, masturbation scenes where she’s hunched over her phone in the bathroom trying not to moan as notification sounds keep popping off. And yeah, there are tender moments in all that filth. Monster girls that start as enemies turning into awkward half-friends you can date, sleep with, creampie, then actually talk to about your anxiety. One of my favorite bits is this goofy “training” session that just turns into mutual masturbation under glowing angel sigils on the ceiling while lo-fi style fantasy music loops in the background. It’s trashy, it’s horny, it’s often sad in a way that hits way too close to real mental health shit, and then suddenly you’re laughing because some demon just called her “Heaven’s cum cannon” and it actually kind of fits.

Lena looks like the kind of girl who should be in some boring office job, not standing half naked in a sweat-soaked ring with some psycho redhead trying to choke her out while the crowd yells for more tits. That clash is what makes this game hit different. You don’t start as some overpowered porn goddess, you start as a broke girl stuck in a shit city, dragged into sexfights because her idiot dad couldn’t stay away from cards. New Ipswich feels like one of those places from a trashy crime anime that never got a second season: neon, sleaze, and everyone pretending this is “just business” while they bet on who gets fucked on the mat. The whole sexfighting thing sounds silly on paper, then you’re in your first real match, Lena’s breathing heavy, sweat on her skin, the other girl grabbing her hair, and suddenly the humiliation hits harder than the punches. Either you dominate, or you get used. It’s that simple and that messed up.

The fights are not just button mashing. You switch from strikes and holds into sex moves so fast it feels illegal. One second you’re working a clinch, next second the crowd is chanting for Lena to “open up” and you actually consider it because if she goes full tease, she can flip the mental game. Let an enemy strip her top off in front of the audience and the shame drains her focus, but if you time it right and Lena turns it around, pins the girl, crotch grinding on her face, forcing her to lick while the camera zooms in on every wet detail, suddenly she’s the one owning the exhibition. I had this one match where I played it “nice” for too long, tried to win clean with jabs and throws, and the rival just snapped, mounted Lena, shoved fingers in her, rode her to a sloppy creampie in front of everyone and then walked off like she just claimed a trophy. I actually paused and stared at the screen like: “ok, that escalated.” It’s rude in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends how broken you are.

What caught me off guard is how the game leans into both sides of domination without pretending they are equal. Sometimes Lena is on top, literally sitting on a girl’s face, grabbing her hair, forcing her to eat her out while flashing her big tits to the crowd like she owns the whole damn city. Sometimes it flips and a bigger fighter or some smug guy just treats her like a toy, using her throat, pushing past her limits, making her cum against her will, then leaving her on the sticky canvas with that dazed, fucked-out look. The humiliation is not soft either. They taunt, spit, pull her legs open, finish inside her while the gamblers laugh, and the game just quietly nudges you like: “hey, she still has debts to pay.” It even has these quiet moments in the locker room after, where Lena is leaning against the wall, thighs still trembling, and you’re picking what she does next, who she confronts, whether she chases power or just survives. It almost feels romantic sometimes when she faces another girl who clearly wants her as much as she wants to win, tongue tangled with knuckles, lesbian heat right in the middle of a dirty brawl. Then some asshole promoter reminds you she’s just another body to bet on and the mood dies. That’s kind of the charm though: nothing is clean here. Sex is a weapon, a punishment, a reward, and half the time Lena’s not sure which one she’s holding.

This one feels like someone grabbed a bunch of messed up fairy tales from an old Tumblr archive, poured too much horny into them, then stitched them together with tape and spite. You jump from one little “chapter” to another, each about a different princess or monster girl, and it never quite behaves the same way twice. Sometimes you’re clicking through choices like a horny gremlin, sometimes you’re stuck on one screen just staring at a princess in chains while deciding if you go full bastard or pretend to be a gentleman for three lines before ruining everything again. It has that cheap 2D CG look that somehow fits perfectly, like fanart that escaped from DeviantArt and learned how to talk dirty.

The Disney parody angle is not subtle at all. One moment you’re in a desert palace with a very not-licensed princess in transparent harem pants, the next you’re watching her milk drip through the fabric because some “blessing” of a magic artifact turned her into a walking cow fantasy. There’s actual choices around that too: keep her as a humiliated slave, drag her to the shop to buy toys and chains, or pretend to “free” her and then chain her to the bed anyway when she tries to run. When the genie shows up, he’s not doing three wishes, he’s doing “how much anal, how much oral, and which hole gets the creampie first.” It sounds crude but the writing has this weird emotional whiplash. You get moments where she spits insults, calls you a monster, you spank her until she does that stupid ahegao face, tongue out, drool, and then three clicks later she’s asking why you didn’t kiss her after you fucked her. Absolutely romantic. Totally normal.

Then there’s the monster girls and the more… questionable stuff. The game does not care about comfort zones. There is ***, humiliation, bestial stuff, that feeling of “oh shit, I should not be aroused by this, and yet here we are.” A lamia coils around your guy, squeezes until he can’t breathe, then uses him like a living dildo. A corrupted princess rides a centaur while you watch and jerk off like some pathetic court wizard who lost control of his own spell. At some point I spent like five minutes just trying to click the right option so I could see the lactation scene loop again, because the way her breasts bounce when the magic spell forces her to squirt on command is genuinely hot in this stupid, low-budget way. And then, in another branch, that same girl is surrounded by a group of guards, getting used one after another, cum dripping out of every hole, and she still has that princess pride in her face like she’s trying not to break while you decide if you go for a handjob ending or shove toys into her until she cracks.

What I like is how inconsistent it all feels, in a good way and also in a “who wrote this at 4 in the morning on Red Bull” way. Some scenes are pure male domination power trip, where you drag a chained girl by the collar, make her lick your boots, force oral until her eyes roll up. Then suddenly you hit a route where a demoness sits on your chest, slaps your face, makes you cum with just her feet and your own hand, and laughs at you for being her little toy. There is one bit I keep thinking about: that stupid little shop screen where you buy a cheap-looking vibrator, take it back to the dungeon, and the scene changes only by this tiny drawn toy in her hand, but the dialogue completely flips her personality. She goes from sobbing *** victim to desperate, horny mess begging you to push it deeper while your character mocks her for loving it. The game pretends to be a light parody, but some of these stories end like a punch in the gut, with the girl broken, collared, used by monsters and men, covered in cum, and you get this short line of text hinting that, in another path, she could have escaped with a girlfriend instead, living a quiet lesbian fantasy far from the palace. You will probably ignore that and reload for the anal gangbang anyway.