Rumors always sound stupid until you are the one they whisper about. This game throws you into one of those sticky school legends, the “there is a satanic cult behind the gym” kind of bullshit, except you actually trip over the damn book they are using. Not a cute grimoire with sparkles, more like something that looks like it smells of old cum and candle smoke. You crack it open for a laugh, and the first thing it gives you is the power to make the class virgin blush so hard she almost creams herself in the middle of an “examination” scene where the teacher leans too close, her tits brushing your arm, and you realize the book is not just edgy goth decor. It lets you push people, twist their lust, nudge their fears, and at first you just use it for small shit: making your best friend text you late at night with “I had this weird dream, why were you watching me in the shower?” while you are literally watching him through some voyeur spell on your phone, zooming in like it is some cursed Pornhub live cam. The game plays like a mix of visual novel and sandbox, you wander around school halls, club rooms, that empty classroom behind the science lab where the “mystery club” girl hides her monster girl hentai doujins, and every choice you poke in the text gets a horny consequence ten minutes later. Sometimes it is just teasing, a milf teacher accidentally pressing her big ass on your desk while bending over the board, sometimes it turns into full on corruption, like you mark a shy futa class rep with a little symbol and next time you see her she is in the bathroom stall, stroking a throbbing cock that looks too heavy for her thin legs, biting her lip and mumbling your name.

The story pretends to be about this “evil power” and responsibility, but half the time I forgot the cult plot and just chased who I could break or save or both. You can go playful, using the book to make girls horny at the worst moments, like forcing a strict nurse to lactate during a routine health check, milk stains spreading on her white top while she clenches her thighs, then suddenly she is grabbing your hand and shoving it under her skirt, muttering how this is “for science.” Or you lean into full NTR stuff, using blackmail photos and the book’s little curse tricks to push a sweet romance into pure cheating. There is one brutal route where your “best friend” tries to confess to his crush under the cherry tree and you quietly tweak her feelings so she accepts, then later you drag her into a storage room and she is on her knees around your cock, choking and crying because she knows she is his, but the spell makes betrayal feel like a delicious punishment. The game loves mixing that hurt with the horny: a loyal girlfriend getting pounded by a big black cock you summoned from some “monster” page, your corrupted class rep in a gangbang bukkake scene with faceless students dripping on her glasses, the principal on her knees in the occult club room giving a sloppy oral exam as if it is normal curriculum. There is futa, femdom, crossdressing sissification stuff where the book flips your own body, giving you a fat futa dick for one route, soft tits in another, forcing you into a skirt while a female domination demon spanks you until you are hard just from the pain. One day you are fingering a shy monster girl by the pool during summer vacation, her tail curling around your wrist as she begs for creampie, the next you are watching a furry club president hump your enchanted sex toy in the empty gym. It is messy, horny, a bit mean, and the book never really feels safe; every time you use it to make someone moan louder in a titfuck or a footjob scene, there is that tiny line of text hinting that maybe the book is also rewriting you, turning a “regular student” into something closer to the cult freaks you laughed at in the first place.

Samantha shows up in this rotten city like she walked out of some half-forgotten cyberpunk fanfic and then someone spilled porn all over the manuscript. She is “the fixer”, sure, but half the time it feels like the city is fixing her instead, grinding her down with every job, every favor, every late-night “meeting” with someone who has too much power and not enough morals. The game throws you into Blaston, this polluted, hungry place where everyone wants something from her body first and her brains second. One moment you are discussing sabotage in a factory office, pretending you care about output numbers, and five minutes later the foreman has her bent over the desk, still trying to finish the dialogue options while his absurdly huge cock is already pushing in. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, especially when you realize her choices earlier made this exact humiliation possible. My inner literature nerd kept thinking about noir detectives who always drink too much and get punched in the alley, except here the hangover is replaced by cum dripping down her thigh on the train home while people stare.

What I like is how the game constantly forces you to juggle “professional” life and just pure degeneracy. You wake up, check your phone like in real life, see three messages: boss wants you to talk to a gang leader, some rich wife wants “private mediation” with her cheating husband, and a shady lab sends a polite invite to “participate in an experimental treatment” to improve her physical abilities. Saying yes to that third one can turn Samantha into all kinds of twisted versions of herself. I had a run where she ended up with a smooth thick futa shaft between her legs, and it completely changed how scenes played out. Suddenly she is the one pulling out her cock in a dark alley, forcing a cocky street punk to his knees and using his mouth until he gags, then deciding if she rewards him with a sticky creampie inside or just all over his face. Another time I went the opposite direction and let the city break her. She got dragged into this spiral with a group of monster girls and rough, smug black gangsters who pass her around in a derelict warehouse like she is public property. There is this one scene where she is standing naked on a loading dock in the rain, collar on her neck, one guy fucking her ass while another uses her mouth and a third is rubbing her swollen belly because, yeah, she is already pregnant from an earlier “negotiation” that went very off script. She tries to keep talking in-character about “peace between factions” while they just laugh and slap her tits until she shuts up and moans.

The corruption creeps in little by little. At the start she still gets shy when someone grabs her ass on the subway, pulls her skirt down, looks annoyed. Later she is riding that same train with no panties, sitting across from some nervous virgin office boy, spreading her legs a tiny bit wider each stop, watching him sweat. You can choose for her to drag him into a public restroom and ruin him for normal sex forever, jerking him off and then guiding his cock inside while she whispers that he belongs to her now, or you can ignore him and go meet your cuckold contact instead. That guy is married to this Amazon-tier woman with huge tits and a big black bull on the side, and your “job” is to keep the drama controlled. Which in practice turned into Samantha fucking the wife on the couch, licking her pussy while the bull rails her from behind, and the poor husband just sits in the corner stroking his worthless little dick. The game is full of this kind of tangled mess. You think it is just a life sim with calendars and stats, then suddenly you are on a rooftop at night, drunk on power, making a captured troublemaker kiss your boots before you jerk him off with them and push him over the edge of his old life. Romantic routes exist too, buried under all the filth. I accidentally made Samantha fall in love with a girl she was supposed to blackmail. They end up in a cheap motel, kissing shyly at first, then rubbing against each other until they both cum, no pressure, no money, no gang watching. It was almost sweet, which somehow made all the gangbangs, footjobs under bar tables, public groping in neon-lit clubs, BWC-driven netorare drama and messy creampies feel even dirtier by contrast. The city keeps asking her one question: how much of yourself are you willing to sell to keep fixing everyone else’s problems, and how much are you secretly enjoying that sale.

Elena's got that captain energy that makes everyone either want to follow her or hate her guts. This visual novel throws you into the messy world of elite college cheerleading where scholarships hang by threads and social hierarchies get real complicated real fast. The sprite work here isn't winning any awards but there's something weirdly compelling about watching these girls navigate their power games through slightly janky animations that somehow make the groping scenes feel more authentic than polished 3D renders would.

The corruption mechanics unfold naturally as team dynamics shift - one minute you're watching innocent stretching sessions, next thing Elena's using her authority to push boundaries during "private coaching." The lesbian content builds organically from competitive tension rather than just throwing girls together because reasons. When the femdom elements kick in, they feel earned through character development instead of appearing out of nowhere. Though honestly the oral scenes could use better pacing - they rush through foreplay like they're late for practice.

What really works is how the sport uniform fetish integrates with actual cheerleading culture rather than just being costume porn. Elena manipulating team positions to get closer to certain girls, using formation changes as excuses for intimate contact, turning routine corrections into domination plays - it's surprisingly clever worldbuilding for something this unpolished. The vaginal scenes hit different when they're framed as power exchanges within established team hierarchy. Sure, the CG quality varies wildly and some animations loop awkwardly, but players who appreciate psychological buildup over flashy production values will find plenty to screenshot here. The teasing game between characters creates genuine tension that makes the explicit payoffs feel satisfying rather than mechanical. Just don't expect revolutionary gameplay - this is pure visual novel territory with choices that matter more for character relationships than branching storylines.

There’s something oddly satisfying about watching Monica lose her grip - like seeing a queen forget her crown in the middle of a party and pretending she doesn’t care. The game doesn’t beg you to like her, which makes it even better when she starts slipping. I didn’t expect to get so hooked on her attitude, that smug smile before everything goes downhill. It’s not even about the sex at first (though let’s be real, you don’t play this kind of thing for philosophy). It creeps up on you, the way she looks at herself in the mirror after the first time she crosses one of her own lines. I kept thinking, “nah, she won’t go *that* far,” and then she does, with that lazy smirk like she’s been planning it all along.

The voyeur stuff hits harder than I thought - it’s not just some random camera angle, it feels meaner, like the game’s winking at you while she pretends not to notice. There’s this scene where she’s supposed to “teach a lesson” but ends up bent over a desk getting spanked instead, and the sound design there is too good. Like, uncomfortably good. Tiny details: the breath hitch, the crack of palm on skin, that stutter in her voice. I laughed right after, not sure if it was hot or pathetic. Maybe both. The sandbox part almost ruins it though - you wander around too much, trying to trigger scenes, and half the time I was checking my phone mid-dialogue because nothing was happening except her chewing someone out. And yet when the corruption bits kick back in, it’s like an entirely different game. You forget how slow it felt two minutes ago.

I don’t even know why I liked the lesbian arc as much as I did. Probably because it felt softer, less performative. Or maybe because the other girl looked genuinely into it - rare thing in these games. There’s this one moment with a toy, some teasing, and then Monica laughs in a way that’s half humiliation, half relief. It’s stupidly human. I almost wished they’d ended it there, but then came the blackmail twist and suddenly everyone’s dirty again. Somehow that’s exactly what I wanted.

Fashion Business looks like something I’d scroll past on Nutaku when I’m bored in bed, then somehow I’m still poking at my phone an hour later, half annoyed, half turned on. You play as Monica, this walking definition of “rich bitch” who treats everyone like trash and thinks her tits and money are gravity. At start she’s all queen of the office, barking orders, humiliating staff for fun, flashing legs in stupidly expensive outfits. For cosplay ideas she’s actually perfect: those tight pencil skirts, open blouses with no bra, insane heels you can’t even stand in, plus that smug facial expression. I literally paused once just to screenshot her stockings so I could match the seam line later. And then the game just slowly rips all that power away. One moment she’s firing people, next she’s on the other side of the desk, listening to some greasy manager talk about “new conditions” while your dialogue options are basically blowjob or lose everything.

The voyeur stuff hits early too. There’s this scene where she’s in a changing room, trying on lingerie that looks like it costs more than my rent, and the camera angle is way too interested in her ass while some perv spies through a hole. It starts as “haha, he’s jerking off” and by the end you’re watching her masturbate to her own reflection, like she’s still in love with herself even when you know what’s coming. Later, when her life really starts to crumble, that same body and ego get used for everything: titfucks in ugly backrooms, sloppy oral to skip some debt, getting spanked just because a guy can. There’s a lesbian route that’s half tender, half twisted, like one girl pretending to “help” her while pushing toys in her and then forcing her to watch in a mirror, which felt equal parts hot and pathetic. The sandbox stuff sometimes makes it drag, you just tap around on your phone hoping for a scene that isn’t another jerk teasing her with blackmail pics, but then out of nowhere you hit this moment where she gives a footjob in a cheap motel because she’s too proud to admit she’ll fuck for cash now, and it kind of sticks in your head longer than it should. I wish I could say the corruption path is subtle, but it’s really not, it’s just this slow, mean slide from “I own this city” to “I’m the entertainment,” with a lot of stripping, creampies in places that are absolutely not hygienic, and these tiny, quiet masturbation scenes where she pretends it’s still her choice. And I still hate that one pair of heels she wears in the office, the toe shape is ugly as hell, but anyway.

Emma and Chloe feel like the kind of girls you follow on Instagram for “coffee content” and then suddenly you are zoomed into their nipples on your phone in the office bathroom and asking yourself where exactly things went sideways. The game starts super chill: two roommates, small apartment, tiny follower count, doing cute selfies and basic thirst traps. Very low stakes. You click around, check DMs, answer some messages, pick outfits, that sort of point and click wandering that looks innocent until the follower counter starts creeping up and you realise every choice is quietly pushing them toward, well, whoring themselves for numbers. Soft whoring at first. Then less soft. The erotic stuff doesn’t hit you like a truck at the start, it more crawls into your lap while you are just trying to see if the latte art mini game matters. And it kind of does, which annoys me in a good way. I wanted to skip to the porn, then found myself trying to get a perfect coffee shift so I could unlock a slightly sluttier outfit that only shows underboob in one pose. Absolutely stupid. I loved it. I also kind of hated wasting time grinding followers with outfit tweaks that barely change anything, but that’s the point. You feel the same frustration as Emma when she flashes more skin, gets a tiny spike in likes, and the game basically looks at you like “you know what you need to do next, right?”

The corruption is where this thing really has teeth. Not just “oh, now she wears less clothes”, but the way the game turns basic voyeurism into a routine. First it is a playful stream in leggings, then you are adjusting the camera so chat can catch a better view of her ass against her will, or with her full consent, depending how evil you go. There is a brutal little moment where you send Chloe to “test” a more risky stream category and she tries to cover her tits with her arms while the chat spams tips to make her move them, and you see her expression shift frame by frame from shy to turned on to something a bit broken. It is still hot. It is hot in a “I should not enjoy this much” way. And then the game slaps romance on top, like “by the way, are you flirting with her, or with that dude in the DMs who wants to own her?” so suddenly you are juggling female domination and male domination routes without the game stopping to tell you which is which. There is this one path where Emma starts using Chloe as the “more slutty one” on camera, bossing her around, holding her by the chin, and you get to choose how far she pushes: teasing, masturbation, full-on fucking on stream. Another path flips it, where some faceless guy basically trains Emma and treats her like a sex toy for content, and she is the one masturbating on command in the kitchen while Chloe pretends not to hear from the next room. Weird detail: the boobs feel like they are from two different games. Sometimes you get this big tits scene, perfect cleavage, and the next CG suddenly gives her smaller chest and a huge ass focus, like the AI forgot what model it used. It sounds bad, but it actually fits the whole “constructed online persona” vibe. Bodies become costumes. Some players will hate that inconsistency, though, same as they will hate that the game makes you repeat similar “tease for more likes” loops again and again just to push one more boundary. I got stuck on one dumb evening routine where I kept choosing slightly different exhibitionist shots from the balcony and the payoff was tiny, but then a random creep captured the footage and used it later in a blackmail event and I forgave everything. The real hook is that the leveling is not for you, it is for their morals. Followers are the XP that eats them alive, and every time the counter jumps after a blowjob POV or a risky outdoor flash, you feel your own brain lighting up like “yeah, do it again, more”, and that is where the porn and the design line up a little too well.

Girl wants a simple night with a little buzz, some porn on in the background, one hand under the blanket, one hand on the phone scrolling horny Reddit threads. She orders a toy for that. Not the smartest choice, not the most depraved, just something normal for once. Of course the universe laughs and the package that lands on her doorstep is very much not what she clicked on. The thing she pulls out of the box is wrong from the weight already, heavier, colder, like it brings its own mood. It looks like a joke sex toy at first, like some cheap wish.com fantasy trash that glows a bit and tries to be “mystic”. She rolls her eyes, thinks “fuck it, it still vibrates, right?” and that is the exact moment where everything goes crooked. One rub, two strokes, a lazy curious touch because she’s already wet and bored, and then there’s a flash of magic, a smirking genie who is way too amused by her, and suddenly the girl who just wanted to cum quietly is dealing with a cock that is now very much her problem because it’s literally attached to her.

The game takes that everyday masturbation setup and flips it into this messy, horny metamorphosis that never pretends to be deep, but somehow still feels like it read Kafka while jerking off. The transformation doesn’t stay polite. Her body shifts, tits heavy and bouncing, skin glowing in a soft way that feels more “porn lighting” than holy aura, and that new cock is not some little cute add-on. It throbs, it leaks, it twitches when she looks at certain shapes on screen, and the art leans into all those small obscene details. Bulging veins, thick shafts, slick folds, a bit of sweat on the back when she bends for anal play, that kind of focus. The genie treats her like a toy and a wish at the same time, pushing her into scenes where she’s not just using sex toys, she’s becoming one. She fucks herself, she gets fucked, she tests what it means to be both girl and dick at once, sometimes soft and curious, sometimes just raw and animal. One moment she’s nervously staring at her new equipment in the mirror like “am I still me?”, the next she’s stuffing her ass with something that definitely should not fit and moaning like she forgot the question.

What I really love is how the game quietly mixes absurd fantasy with that very normal feeling of horny boredom. Before the wild scenes with monster girls wrapping around her or the genie making her body more and more “perfect” in a porn logic sense, there’s this vibe of a regular girl alone with a parcel. It feels like those late-night horny impulse buys where you click “order now” after too much porn and not enough self control. Then suddenly you’re dealing with cum dripping from a cock that didn’t exist this morning, toys shoved inside places you didn’t plan to use, and a magical being who keeps bending reality just so he can see how you moan when your pussy and your new dick are both stimulated at once. It’s playful, shamelessly perverted, animated enough that every thrust, every anal stretch, every squirt feels alive, but still small scale, intimate. No fate of the world, no epic quest, just a girl, her misdelivered toy, a cock that changes how she thinks about herself, and a genie who clearly read too many hentai forums. Honestly, it feels like somebody rewrote “The Metamorphosis” with lube, lopsided humor, and a lot more orgasms.

Clara’s “Love Hotel” feels like the place your horny brain built when you were fifteen and your wallet was already imagining sugar daddies. It’s not some classy high-society escort fantasy. It’s cheap perfume, sticky elevator buttons, and girls who still check their phone between clients. You follow a teen girl getting sucked into Clara’s world, going from “I’m just looking for some extra cash” to happily spreading her legs for whatever rich pervert books the suite. The whole thing plays like a kinetic visual novel where you’re mostly there to watch her brain rewire itself around money, cock, and control, with Clara pulling strings and smiling like a sexy devil in a tight dress. The story doesn’t rush. First it’s teasing and striptease in those themed rooms, girls grinding slowly while the client watches like a creep through tinted glass, then the jobs start getting nastier: anal for an extra wad of bills, creampies that drip out while Clara counts the cash, toys shoved in to keep the girl “ready” for the next guy. You barely make a choice, you just sit there like a voyeur, and somehow that fits the whole hotel vibe perfectly.

One moment that stuck in my head had the main girl lying on silk sheets while an older woman, a full-on milf type with that rich cougar aura, just toys with her for a client hidden behind the curtain. She whispers to the teen how she’s nothing but a fucktoy now, fingers deep, thumb circling her clit, and the hotel’s camera quietly recording every twitch for “private archives.” The girl pretends to be shy at first, but the game doesn’t keep that illusion long. By the time Clara pairs her with a calm, serious dilf businessman, she’s already the one pushing his cock inside, asking if he wants to finish in her ass or her pussy because “Clara gives bonuses for messy endings.” There’s a fun little moment where two lesbians working the same floor sneak into an empty room between clients, toys buzzing, tongue on tongue, and you realize they’re half doing it for pleasure and half to warm up before the next paying guest. The corruption doesn’t feel cartoonish, more like a slow slide where you watch the girl go from flinching at her first blowjob to riding a stranger like it’s just a normal shift. Some scenes lean more romantic, weirdly enough, especially when a regular client starts bringing gifts and treating her like his personal escort, and the game kind of pretends there’s “love” in a place that operates like a brothel. It’s messy, horny, sometimes sweet, sometimes nasty, and it never apologizes for treating every girl in that hotel as both employee and property, legs open on demand while Clara counts the profits with that lazy, satisfied smile.

Princess Sarah looks like the kind of girl who should be hanging in some palace gallery, not crawling through mud while a drunk mercenary decides if she’s going to pay for safe passage with coins or with her mouth. That contrast is basically the whole flavor here: fine perfume and rotten back alley mixed in one glass. The game really leans into her being this soft, educated royal girl who keeps getting dragged into situations she is absolutely not prepared for, and the hotter scenes are exactly when your “proper” choice brain fights with your nasty one. On Steam or itch I usually skip long text scenes, but here I caught myself reading everything on the phone in bed, auto forward off, just tapping slowly like some degenerate book club. The writing is simple but weirdly sharp at times, then suddenly clumsy in the next line, which kind of fits her whole fall-from-grace vibe.

The art is the main reason I even clicked it. Sarah’s body is not that plastic “porn gacha” style you see in a lot of browser stuff. She has this soft, almost painterly look, like someone spent real time deciding what her nipples look like in different lighting. Some CGs are insanely on point: her in a torn gown, cheeks wet, eyes half gone, that little royal necklace still on her throat like a joke. Then the next scene you get a weird hand that looks like it belongs to another species. It annoyed me for five seconds, then I was back zooming the screenshot on my tablet in Google Photos to check a tiny detail on her expression. The faces carry a lot of weight here. When she gives in, you can see the shift from panic to that dangerous “maybe I like this” flicker, and those are the moments where the lewd hits hardest. Also the sound is better than it has any right to be. No voice acting, but the moans and wet noises are just crunchy enough in my cheap HyperX Cloud II to make me lower the volume in Discord because I swear someone could tell what I’m doing through background echo. The subtle music loop when she’s trying to act noble at a feast and you know everything is about to fall apart is great, then later you hear a lonely variation of it when she is basically property in a tent. Stuff like that made me keep my headphones on even when I could have muted.

Gameplay wise it is just a wall of choices stacked like bad Tinder decisions, but the game is not shy about punishing you. You pick the “brave” option, suddenly you are half naked in a filthy barn, seed dripping down your thighs because you tried to stand up to the wrong guy. Pick the “coward” option, cool, now you belong to someone you hate and the scenes drag out that helpless roleplay. For example, I tried to keep her as untouched as possible on my first run, always taking the safest path, and I ended up in this weird survival route where she is constantly trading dignity piece by piece instead of one big collapse. On the second run I went full corrupt princess in about five clicks and somehow felt worse, because the game remembers what she was before. Little callbacks in the text stab you with “you used to be” while she is kneeling with a collar on. Consequences actually matter here, not in some number meter on the side, but in how the scenes are framed. Sometimes the same sex act plays completely different depending on how broken or proud she still is. One thing that annoyed the hell out of me: the skip and auto features sometimes jump you right past a line you wanted to savor, especially during longer gangbang setups, and of course there is no rewind, so you are stuck reloading an old save like a pervert perfectionist. Anyway, if you want to squeeze every dirty drop out of it, I’d say play “serious” the first time on PC with a decent screen, read slowly, don’t spam the quicksave like a coward, then go back in a second run on your phone or Steam Deck and deliberately ruin her, just to see how far the writers allow this princess to fall before the world finally eats her.

Jean’s had enough of Klee’s chaos, but this time the little pyro menace isn’t just lighting up barrels - she’s lighting up the whole damn city with scandal. The story kicks off like a prank gone wrong, or right, depending on how you feel about blackmail and dripping wet revenge. You sneak around Mondstadt, catching the prim and proper girls in their “off-duty” moments - Lisa’s moaning over her own experiments, Barbara pretending she’s still pure while her fingers say otherwise, Ayaka blushing so hard it’s like her whole body’s about to melt. The game doesn’t pretend to be classy; it’s messy, horny, and sometimes weirdly funny, like when Fischl starts narrating her own blowjob in third person. I swear I laughed and came at the same time, which is a rare combo.

What makes it work is how the corruption sneaks up on you. It starts playful - Klee teasing Jean with harmless tricks - but then things twist. Voyeurism turns into participation, participation into obsession. There’s this one scene with Yae Miko where she basically toys with the protagonist’s sanity, whispering filth like she’s casting a spell. And then Noelle shows up, trying to act all knightly while she’s literally polishing more than just armor. The transitions between scenes are quick, sometimes too quick, like the devs got distracted mid-edit, but somehow that janky pacing adds charm. It feels raw, like watching someone’s fever dream of Genshin girls losing their morals one by one.

The animations? Rough in spots, but when they hit, they *hit*. Hu Tao’s grin when she’s riding you - it’s unholy. Rosaria’s confession scene made me pause the game just to breathe. Even the quiet moments, like Sucrose trying to explain the “chemical reaction” of arousal while clearly soaked herself, have this strange sincerity. It’s not a polished fantasy; it’s a filthy sandbox where shame doesn’t exist. You don’t play it for art - you play it because you want to see what happens when innocence burns out completely.