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.

You’re this washed-up author who used to shit out bestsellers like it was nothing, then the magic just dies. No muse, no words, just a dry brain and a blinking cursor in Google Docs mocking you every day. Instead of fixing your life, you bolt back to your hometown and somehow land the job of academy director, which is wild because you absolutely don’t feel like an authority figure. You show up with Linda, the girl you’ve basically raised, and the whole place is full of cute students, teachers, and staff who look way too eager to “help” with your new workload. It starts pretty innocent, just walking around the campus, checking classes, getting a feel for the schedule, but the game keeps poking you with teasing scenes. A girl leaning over your desk a little too far during a meeting, Linda clinging to your arm in the corridor, the shy librarian blushing like crazy while giving you the keys to the archive. The corruption doesn’t slap you in the face at once, it slides in slowly like a hand creeping up a thigh under the table.

What I liked is how the game keeps pretending it’s about managing the academy, while you’re obviously steering every conversation into something more intimate. There’s a minigame where you’re supposed to “motivate” a lazy class by helping them prepare an exam, but if you push the right dialogue choices, you end up in this side room with one of the girls on her knees, sucking you off, still wearing her half-buttoned uniform like she just ran away from class. The way her head bobs while she looks up at you, that little animation loop feels dirty in a good way, especially when she pulls off for a second just to tease you with her tongue and call you “sir” in that fake innocent tone. Later, you can cum in her mouth or inside her pussy after you bend her over a pile of books and push in raw, and the game doesn’t pretend to be shy about showing the creampie slipping out. It’s actually kind of romantic in places too, which is weird to say about a route where you’re basically corrupting half the female cast. Some scenes with Linda feel way too sweet, like when she sneaks into your office at night with coffee, sits on your lap and just wants you to “relax” while grinding on you slowly until your self-control cracks. Then other moments are just pure filth, like a harem-style event in the dorm where two girls take turns sucking you, one deepthroating while the other kisses your shaft and plays with your balls, and you’re choosing who gets your load like it’s some reward ceremony.

It’s not perfect at all, and that’s kind of why it stuck in my head. The pacing jumps around like bad weather. One day you’re stuck in long, quiet story scenes about your past writing career, just clicking through dialogue, waiting for something spicy to happen, like watching a pot of soup that refuses to boil. Then out of nowhere, you get slammed with a chain of erotic scenes where you’re fucking in the infirmary, then in a classroom, then in your office, and it almost feels like a sex party you didn’t have time to dress for. Some of the minigames feel pointless, like this little “management” part where you juggle academy stats, but you’ll just end up clicking the same option to reach the next girl anyway. I wish they let the corruption go even deeper, like more scenes where a girl starts all shy and slowly turns into a total cock-hungry mess across several encounters, not just jumping from flirty to “please fill me up” in one go. But it still has that messy charm, like a horny Wattpad story that grew muscles and learned how to animate blowjobs. I kept telling myself I’d just check one more event, then suddenly I was watching another timid teacher wrap her lips around the MC and moan with her mouth full, and any thoughts about pacing or logic just kind of shut up.

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.

Imagine a horny trivia night where every question you answer wrong sends you into a different timeline and every “bonus round” is actually someone riding your dick or your face. That’s kind of how this game feels. One moment you’re this broke nobody in modern time, jerking off at home and trying not to think about how useless you are, then suddenly some crazy AI thing wants to delete the whole universe and now you’re time skipping between a medieval kingdom, a neon sci‑fi hellscape and your pretty normal city, collecting tits, trouble and trauma like Pokémon. Except these Pokémon sit on your face, call you “pet” and make you pay their rent by turning your stats and their holes into profit. The story pretends you’re the chosen one, but you always feel more like the idiot who just happened to be standing closest to the big red button labeled “world ending bullshit, press here.” Somehow that works.

What actually hooked me was how the horny stuff and the “ok I need to actually think” stuff are tangled together. You wanna rail the witch with the huge ass in the medieval castle? Great, but she wants proof you can survive the dungeon first, so off you go, bumbling through corridors, managing your health, trying not to get clapped by monster girls who look like they crawled out of someone’s very specific tags list. One of them literally had you on your knees with her foot on your chest, toes stroking your cock while she messes with your head, whispering that you’re just a toy in her dungeon. It’s half combat encounter, half humiliation fetish and you kind of forget which part you’re supposed to be “winning.” Then in the future era you’re managing a brothel like it’s a fucked up version of Football Manager. You set shifts, choose which girl teases which client, worry about corruption levels, unlock new services, suddenly realize you’ve min-maxed your way into running a time traveling prostitution empire. There’s even that awkward first time thing with one of the virgins in the school arc, where the game doesn’t shy away from it being clumsy and weird before it gets hot. She’s jerking you off badly at first, nervous as hell, then after a few scenes she’s got your cock between her tits, tongue on the tip, making that stupid ahegao face and you’re like “ok, yeah, character development.” And all the while this AI VOID thing is in the background, like a DM who keeps reminding you that the universe is dying while you’re busy getting a sloppy blowjob behind a tavern. Honestly, I came for the big tits and stayed because I was lowkey panicking about breaking the timeline while creampie-ing a princess in public in front of half the city. And yeah, that sentence makes sense if you’ve played it.

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.

Henry’s Adventures starts all quiet and cozy in this little mountain village, and then five minutes later you’re balls deep in trouble, literally and not. You walk around thinking “ok, classic fantasy, nice trees, simple quests,” and then an elf girl with ears sharp enough to cut paper bends over a table and the camera just zooms in on that ridiculous ass like the game knows exactly why you’re here. It’s very honest like that. One second you’re talking about bandits, next second she’s on her knees, drool running down her lip while she works your cock with both hands, and the dialogue is trying so hard to stay serious that it becomes kind of funny. Henry himself is this young dude who looks a bit too clean to be hiking through monster nests, but the moment he starts fucking he goes full bully mode, grabbing hair, pushing heads down, stuffing girls full and then acting like it’s normal village routine.

What actually stuck with me is how horny the world itself feels. You go into a cave thinking “ok, some generic monster fight,” and instead there’s a thick green orc girl with arms like a gym bro and tits that almost spill out of her armor. She pins Henry to the rock wall and you think you’re dead, but it turns into this rough, messy scene where you end up fucking her stupid while her muscles twitch around you. Then later there’s this vampire chick in an old ruin, pale skin, red eyes, tits barely contained in that corset joke she’s wearing. She pretends she wants your blood, then drops down and starts licking your shaft like it’s some rare wine, slow and teasing, until you finally grab her head and fuck her face. The animation sells it well when she gags and her throat bulges around you, and when you finish she doesn’t just swallow, you actually see the cum spill out and slide down her chin before she smears it with her thumb and licks it. Real nice detail. Kind of annoying that sometimes the dialogue boxes cover exactly the part you want to watch, and you keep tapping on mobile praying you don’t accidentally skip the good frame, but whatever, I still kept going from scene to scene like a degenerate squirrel hunting nuts.

The game really loves threesomes too. At one point you stumble into a campfire scene with an orc girl and an elf sharing a drink, and somehow that turns into both of them arguing who rides you first. You lie on your back, elf bouncing on your cock, her big tits jumping everywhere, while the orc sits on your face and grinds so hard you almost feel it through the screen. When you pull out at the end and creampie the elf, it’s not just a quick white flash. It’s slow, you see her pussy stretching around you, then thick cum pouring back out while she clenches and moans like she can’t decide if she wants more or less. Later there is a spider girl or something like that, I still don’t know what she was exactly because I skipped her talking too fast, but she gave a handjob that went from gentle to full-on abuse in three clicks and I liked it way more than I want to admit. Not all scenes hit the same. Some feel a bit rushed, like the build up is there but then the actual sex is over too quick, and sometimes faces look weird when they’re moaning. Still, the way Henry just walks around this fantasy land and casually fucks anything with fangs, ears or claws like it’s part of the adventure, that part is burned in my brain more than the “save the world” stuff. I opened it “just to check it” on my phone while waiting for a download on Steam and ended up finishing three times before I even remembered what I was supposed to play in the first place.