Luminary Protocol looks at you like a normal isekai porn VN, then slowly grabs you by the throat and reminds you it is actually a horror story where your cock is just another weak point. You wake up in this twisted copy of Earth, some weird mashup of school corridors, ruined city blocks and floating fantasy shit that should not be in the same sky. Gods and demons run the whole thing like a sick game show. You’re the typical male protagonist on paper, virgin, awkward, POV everywhere, but the game really likes to push you into ugly choices while your dick is still out. One second you’re flirting with a thick milf teacher in a half-collapsed school wing, watching her tits bounce in these smooth little animated loops while she’s grinding on your lap, and the next second the hallway behind her is crawling with something that used to be a girl and now has insect legs and too many teeth. It never fully lets you feel safe, even when your pants are off and her bra is on the floor and she’s guiding your hand up under her blouse for that slow groping scene that goes on just a bit too long. I played it like a coward, always picking the non-aggressive, “let’s talk about this” stuff, skipping any fight chance. No combat, just sneaking through scenes, hiding in classrooms, and somehow I still ended up knee deep in monster girls who wanted to ride me more than kill me. Or both, hard to say.

The sex itself swings around between kinda sweet and straight up fucked. There’s this school rooftop moment with your “totally not related” older woman from home, and the game leans hard on that taboo shit. She’s scolding you about dangerous magic while her blouse is open and she’s pressing your face into her tits because “you need comfort.” The camera goes low, she pulls your cock out, spits on it and does this lazy handjob with her soft annoyed voice in your ear, like she’s mad at you for getting hard but still jerking you off anyway. Later she pins you in a storage room, panties around one ankle, and you get full vaginal sex with her trying to keep quiet while the other students scream somewhere down the hall from whatever monster just spawned during a Convergence. The AI CG is bizarre in a good way, bodies look a bit too perfect and then you notice some tiny wrong detail in the background that makes your skin crawl. Sometimes the boobs are huge, stupid big, and the titfuck scenes turn into this soft, slow suffocation where the girl talks about “maybe letting you cum inside next time” because pregnancy here is not just a fetish, it has plot weight. One route actually hints that fucking the wrong girl bare could spawn some magic hybrid kid that the gods want, but I refused any raw creampie like I was playing a pacifist path of my own balls. I tell myself I am here for the story, the multiple endings, the weird alignment stuff, but I reloaded a save three times just to watch one oral scene again where the shy monster girl with horns and big tits practices kissing your shaft like it’s some dating sim homework. She melts a bit when you don’t push her, and the game quietly remembers that for later scenes. Or maybe I imagined that. Hard to tell when you’re half hard, half scared, and watching your choices drag you toward something that feels like both romance and a slow, wet apocalypse.

Everyone in this twisted fantasy city is absolutely sure they know you already. The guards flinch when they see your face, the shopkeepers grip their charms, even the drunk guy pissing in the alley suddenly sobers up when you walk past. Problem is, you’re not actually the monster they executed some time ago… you just woke up in this body, with a dick, a pussy, and zero clue what the hell is going on. The game doesn’t waste time explaining anything gently. One minute you’re staring at your reflection, realizing you’re this infamous futa war criminal, the next minute a priest is trying to shove you against a wall and “purify” you while you’re half hard from the fear and confusion. It feels dirty in a way that is more psychological than just boobs in your face. People keep calling you by a name that isn’t yours, remembering crimes you didn’t do, and if you answer wrong, you die. So you start faking it. You learn how she used to move, how she talked, what sick shit she did to her victims. And then you get to decide if you copy it… or twist it into something even more fucked up.

This is one of those mobile-friendly, tap-with-one-hand games that pretends to be about “identity” and “redemption,” but let’s not lie, it is absolutely about jerking off to a cursed futa trying not to cum in public. The masturbation scenes are the real highlight. They go hard on the humiliation angle: you lock yourself in some crumbling tower room, your body remembers the old owner’s habits better than you do, and suddenly you’re grinding the rough stone edge of a window, cock leaking, clit throbbing, trying not to moan because there’s a patrol down below that would lose their shit if they heard the “dead witch” moaning again. The way the 3CDG-style scenes click through is oddly addicting: choose to edge, choose to give in, choose to stare out over the city that hates you while you stroke yourself and try to feel anything like a real person. Sometimes you can’t even tell if you’re masturbating because you want to, or because you’re trying to see what memories your body will spit out when it gets close to orgasm. Also, tiny rant: the text box sometimes covers the good part of the animation and you have to tap it away over and over, and I kept mis-tapping and skipping lines, which made me want to throw my phone, but yeah, I kept going anyway because the next scene had a virgin knight shaking while you force him to watch you slowly bring yourself off, explaining to him in detail exactly what “the monster” does to people who lie.

What I like is how horny and mean it gets without acting like it’s some big epic masterpiece. It’s messy. Sometimes a line sounds like it came from Google Translate, sometimes the pacing jumps from dark interrogation to “oops, time for a bath masturbation break” in two clicks. Weirdly, that made it feel more honest to me, like the dev was just throwing every dirty idea they had straight into the story and letting it clash. There’s this one early bit where a young priestess corners you in a temple archive, calling you a demon, clearly terrified, and you can just… sniff her hair and jerk yourself off with her rosary while she’s trapped under your weight, not even touching her directly, just using her fear and the holy beads to make yourself cum on the floor. That scene stuck with me longer than the more standard stuff, because it sells the main fantasy: the whole world is convinced you’re this executed monster, and the easiest way to survive is to start living up to the nightmare, one filthy, cum-soaked choice at a time.

You wake up on this fucked up alien rock with nothing in your head except a headache and a dick that apparently has more rights than you do. No tutorial, no friendly AI, no star-map, just you in some half torn prison jumpsuit and a sky that looks like somebody crossbred a nebula with a fever dream. The place is quiet in that way where you know something is watching you, and that something probably has claws and tits bigger than your torso. People in philosophy like to ask “what is a person?” but this game mostly asks “what if every creature that meets you wants to own your body, and sometimes worship it, and sometimes milk it until you literally can’t stand?”

The first alien girl you meet looks half priestess, half hentai search history. Four eyes, soft voice, curves that ignore gravity, and hands that are a bit too interested in human anatomy. She treats you like a rare animal, a relic. Before you even know your own name she already knows the shape of your cock. There is a scene where she studies you like you are some holy artifact, then casually starts stroking you off as “data collection”. It’s not romantic at all and somehow still erotic as hell. You can argue about consent here and yeah, as an ethicist my brain started doing the full moral alarm dance. But my dick voted differently. Funnily, the game just lets you sit in that tension. You are turned on, you are not fully safe, and those soft alien hands keep going, dripping lube, making you groan while she comments on your endurance like it is a lab report.

Later you end up in this underground den where the creatures are less “priestess” and more “monster girl with way too many teeth, thighs like tree trunks, and a tongue that remembers exactly where your weak spots are.” One of them yanks you onto a stone seat, climbs into your lap, those huge tits in your face, and for a moment you actually forget you were shipped here as a convict. She jerks you with one hand, uses her tail for extra grip, and every time you try to talk about freedom or justice she shuts you up with a sloppy kiss and then slides down to give the kind of messy alien blowjob that would get an entire subreddit banned. There is a tiny UI pop-up asking if you want to “resist” and I laughed, because yeah, sure, I am definitely going to click the option that cancels the view of those lips stretched around me, drool and cum mixing, her throat humming with some strange purr while your legs shake. Philosophically, the game is a disaster. As porn? It knows exactly what it is doing and does not apologize for even a second.

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.

Plague in the kingdom, king on his throne shitting himself in fear, and you, the poor bastard who has to walk into a cursed forest with a cute elf wife who is way too good for you. That is the whole mood of Cursed Forest Quest – you are technically the hero, but it always feels like the story is asking what happens if the hero is soft, horny, and just a bit unlucky. Vallabelle, your elven wife, is the kind priestess type with huge tits, a perfect ass that does not make physical sense for an elf, and a smile that makes you think “ok, she is totally loyal, it’s fine” while the game quietly laughs in the background. The early scenes sell this perfect couple thing hard: sharing a campfire, she heals your wounds, teases you with a slow handjob as a reward for surviving the day, rides you with that soft priestess moaning, and you think, alright, wholesome, I can relax. Then the forest basically says, no, fuck you, this is a cursed land, and starts poking that little insecurity in your brain every time some other guy looks at her for more than two seconds.

What I liked too much, embarrassingly, is how the game uses “small” moments to kick you in the balls. For example, first time you get to a ruined shrine, there is a choice: go search for relics, or send Vallabelle to talk with the local spirit while you check the perimeter. I just clicked through, not thinking, checked a bush that had literally nothing important, and when I came back, the scene cut to Vallabelle slightly flushed, her robe messed up, her tits kind of out, spirit fading away, and her going “it’s fine, just a blessing.” That moment stuck in my head longer than the full-on vaginal scenes. Not even a big animation there, only small touches, like her avoiding eye contact. Later on there is an actual animated scene with her getting pounded against a forest altar, ass bouncing, moans way louder than anything she ever did for you, and that felt almost less cruel than that earlier half-harassment vibe, where you are not sure what happened but your dick and your stomach both react. By the way, the spanking stuff is weirdly casual here. Sometimes you get to spank her playfully as a “punishment” for teasing you in front of a guard, and she giggles and presses that big ass into your hand. Another time, some other guy does a very similar smack, and suddenly the camera lingers way too long, and she bites her lip in a way she never did for you. I hated that. I also replayed that branch three times to see if her expression changes with different quest choices. It barely does, which somehow turns me on more. The game likes to pretend you have control with all the quests and paths, and yeah, there are multiple endings and all, but honestly half the fun is realizing you clicked yourself into a timeline where you are basically watching your own wife get more “blessed” by the forest than cured. I wish there was a path where you could fully stay pure and keep her untouched, but also I really don’t, and it will never happen anyway.

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.

Mounting Olympus feels like somebody mashed horny Greek myths with a furry Telegram group and then said “yeah, that’s good enough” and honestly, I respect that energy. You roll in as this very human-looking little himbo in sandals, and suddenly every goddess in the pantheon has a tail, ears, or claws and wants to see what you’re packing. It’s a simple visual novel, so don’t expect some hardcore min-max RPG thing. You’re mostly clicking, reading, drooling, clicking again. But the fun part is how fast it goes from “oh wow, I’m in ancient Greece, how pretty” to “oh wow, I’m getting railed by a smug wolf goddess on a marble altar while the stars are watching.” The game is pretty linear, so you’re not really juggling a million choices, more like being dragged by the hand through a horny museum tour where every exhibit wants to sit on your face.

The art is where it got me. It’s hand drawn and it actually looks like a person drew it while being very, very down bad, not like some clean AI mush. Bodies have weight. Tits hang, ass spreads, fur looks soft enough that I caught myself stroking my phone screen like a clown. Some of the goddesses are full-on animal girls, some are more “humanoid with just enough fur and ears to make you question your life choices,” and the sex scenes really lean into that. You get plenty of close-ups, expressions that change mid-thrust, messy fluids, all that good “oh, we’re really doing this” stuff. I had Chrome on my laptop, Discord pinging in the background, and I still forgot about everything else during this one scene where a towering lioness goddess pins you to a temple floor and just grinds on you until your character is literally begging. Dialogue is cheesy as hell sometimes, like those old Yahoo chat RP days, but in a way that fits. One line made me snort-laugh and horny at the same time, which is honestly talent.

Is it perfect? No. Some transitions feel a bit stiff, like the script just needed one more read-through, and once or twice the pacing shifts from slow burn tease to “ok, cock out now” so fast I almost got whiplash. Story wise, it’s more “sexy roadtrip across Olympus” than deep fantasy saga, and there are moments where you’re like, wait, why is this goddess suddenly super into me after two lines of dialogue, but then you remember you’re here for cum, not character studies. Still, the way they use simple VN tricks like fading the background while the goddess leans in close, or that little pause before a new CG pops up, builds tension better than some big-budget stuff on Steam. The best part is when the text lingers a bit too long on how a clawed hand traces your thigh or how a tail curls around your waist, then the scene finally hits and the illustration is like “surprise, you’re getting stuffed.” I wish the game let me replay individual scenes more easily without button mashing through all the build-up, but whatever, I still went back. It’s messy, horny, a bit cringe in places, and absolutely knows it, which somehow makes it hotter.

Guy gets flattened by discount Truck-kun, respawns in horny Narnia, and the first thing the gods hand him is not wisdom or justice, it’s a cock and plot armor. That’s basically the energy here. You start as this broke college grad who literally failed at life, then wake up in Evenralm where everyone has either massive tits, a perfect ass, pointy ears, horns, or some combo of all three, and nobody owns a bra that actually fits. The world looks like one of those fantasy gacha ads where you pretend you’re there for “story” while one-handed scrolling on your phone. Except here you’re the main character, not the guy who dies in the prologue to motivate someone else. You walk into a random village and every girl talks to you like you’re the only male protagonist on the server. Which, to be fair, you kinda are.

It sells itself as Harem King journey, but the real plot is “how many girls can I accidentally seduce while pretending I’m saving the world from the Demon Lord”. You go from “I can’t pay rent” to “I guess I have to share a campfire with elf mage with big tits and dragon girl with stupidly big ass, oh no, what a tragedy”. Routes feel like scuffed dating sim logic: give wrong answer, girl still blushes, give right answer, she blushes harder and suddenly you’re getting a blowjob behind a tavern after some “training” quest. The animated scenes are the kind where the dev definitely paused a lot of JAV to get angles right. Mouths actually move on oral scenes, hips grind properly during vaginal, thighs jiggle in that “the physics are almost too honest” way. Sometimes the MC talks in the middle of sex and you’re like “shut up dude, nobody came here for your motivational speech”, but then the camera pulls in on an elf riding you like she’s trying to erase your spine and your brain forgives everything again. There’s this one camp scene where half your party is asleep and one of the girls sneaks into your bed, climbs on top, and the only sound is her wet squelch and those tiny gasps, and I swear the text box could have been blank and it still would work. The funny part is I kept telling myself “I’ll just check one more event” and three boss fights later I’m min-maxing affection points like some horny accountant. If you want the good stuff, be weirdly nice in dialog, always pick the slightly pervy joke, and never skip “optional” side quests, because that’s where the thickest scenes hide. Treat every fetch quest like foreplay and every camp chat like a chance to unlock another girl sitting on your face. Do that and the game basically rewards you for being a patient little degenerate.

Caelus here is not the soft idiot from canon. The game basically asks, "What if the Trailblazer actually used all that cosmic bullshit to do the one thing everyone writes in fanfic but Hoyoverse pretends doesn’t exist?" and then never pulls back. Nanook is not some gloomy destruction god, he is straight up horny cosmic troll, like a drunk Archive of Our Own tag come to life. Plot is thin in a good way: every excuse to bend another Star Rail girl, and sometimes literally, into whatever shape your pervy little brain asked for the first time you saw her on a limited banner and thought “yeah I’d roll on that.”

What works weirdly well is how the game treats the whole “canon vs fanon” thing. Half the scenes feel like they were ripped straight from those long smut fics where the author clearly has a spreadsheet for everyone’s kinks. You know those 70k word monsters that start “slow burn” and then chapter 3 is already double penetration and mind control? Same energy here. One minute you are talking about Aeons and Paths, next minute Nanook just snaps reality and suddenly a proud Valkyrie type is on her knees giving this messy, noisy blowjob that would get a Twitch VOD nuked on sight. Then the scene pretends like nothing happened and jumps back to sci fi chatter. It feels wrong in a fun way. Or maybe in a stupid way. I liked it anyway.

The sex itself hits pretty much every checkbox people keep sneaking into tags: sloppy oral that really leans into the sounds, handjobs with way too much focus on fingers and precum, anal scenes where the camera insists on hanging on that first push a bit too long, and then stuff like footjobs that come out of nowhere. I mean it, you are casually abusing some broken mind controlled girl for exhibition in a public corridor, and suddenly she is using her feet like it is the most natural thing in the galaxy, with Nanook commenting in your head like a hentai Reddit thread. It is over the top and sometimes kind of dumb, but in a charming “this is clearly made by a guy who knows every Honkai subtag on Rule34.xxx” sort of way. The harem idea is full power, too. Caelus walks around like the universe itself is his brothel, and the girls, even when they resist at first, end up folded into this obedient, fucked-out collection entirely under his control. The mind control is not subtle. He rewrites them to love being toys, to show off outside with clothes barely hanging on, to beg him to use every hole in the worst moments, during missions, in front of cameras, whatever. And yet in the middle of all that excess, I got really annoyed that one small VFX on a cumshot looked like cheap soap. It bothered me the whole time and yeah, the game never fixes it.

What surprised me is how casually the game mixes sci fi nonsense and raw filth. You get “superpowers” here but not for saving worlds. Caelus uses cosmic energy to freeze time just to keep a girl’s mouth wrapped around his cock at the perfect angle, or to hold her asshole open while he decides if he wants to go back to her pussy or not. Sometimes reality bends so hard two girls exist in the same “moment” giving alternate versions of the same scene, one obedient, one still fighting, and you can flip your attention back and forth like changing tabs in Chrome. It sounds fancy, but in practice you are just clicking through dialogue while the game finds new ways to show spit, tears, ruined makeup and gaping. There is this one exhibition bit where a character is pretended to be fully in charge in front of a crowd, proper captain pose, and then in the next “layer” she is actually riding Caelus, forced to keep a perfect public speech while getting filled and emptied again and again. It is clever. Or maybe it is trash. Kind of both. Fantasy fans will notice half the lore is slightly off too. Some names are wrong, affiliations twisted, like the developer half remembered wiki pages and then said “eh, who cares, she is naked now.” Honestly, they were right.

If you ever read a “what if the Stellaron messed with their libido instead of destiny” fic and thought the author chickened out before the real filth, this is that same story but the brakes got removed, burned, and then fucked.