House full of ghosts, but they all look like skinny pretty boys in thigh highs and skirts. That’s the vibe here. You move into this creaky old place after your dad dies, with that weird heavy silence in the walls, and instead of dust and spiders you get these tiny smooth femboys showing up in your room, your shower, your bed, your head. They’re not transparent, they’re not “woo spooky”, they sit on your lap, breathe on your neck, grind on you, but everybody else just walks through them like air. So you’re having this soft yaoi daydream, dick hard, while the neighbor talks about plumbing, and this little crossdressing brat is licking your ear and calling you “onii-chan” even though you’re not related at all and also he’s legally an adult, calm down. The game sort of leans into that mental question: are you losing it, or is this a very specific kind of gay blessing that only you get. And it doesn’t answer. It just smiles at you with another pair of glossy lips and asks if you want to kiss him or make him choke on it.

What I liked is how it swings between horny and kind of sad without warning. One second you’re picking a dialogue option about whether you want to pull his panties aside or make him keep them on while you push inside, the next second he’s asking if you’re scared to end up alone like your dad. The writing is weird, like the dev’s first language was feelings and porn, and English somewhere after that. Some jokes hit, some lines feel like Tumblr from ten years ago glued to Pornhub comments, but it sort of fits. The boys are all petite, flat chests, soft tummies, smooth thighs, and yeah you can tell the art is AI if you stare too long at hands or backgrounds, but honestly I was zooming in on the bulges and the way the skirts ride up when they sit wrong on your face. There’s this one scene on the stairs where your foot clips inside the step a bit, and it drove me insane, like, why that specific angle, why that tiny glitch, I kept thinking about it during a blowjob scene for no reason. Dialog choices actually do matter a little, you can be gentle or trashy, “are you okay?” or “open wider”, and they react in these small ways, shy smile, needy whine, a little blush when you call them “good boy”. Sometimes the pacing drags with too much inner monologue about grief, and then suddenly a petite femboy is riding you raw in your dead dad’s bedroom and moaning your name like it’s a blessing. The whole thing feels like someone’s horny therapy session turned into a visual novel, sloppy at the edges, kind of broken, sometimes really sweet, sometimes just filthy, like when the quiet one sits on your face and pretends you’re not there, “since I’m only in your mind anyway”, while your character is literally gasping into his damp panties. It’s romantic, but also not, but also yes. I don’t know. I clicked every lewd option I could and still felt weirdly soft in the chest after the last route, like I’d just masturbated to my own loneliness in cute thigh highs. In a good way, or maybe not.

You start off thinking it’s just a weird job. A club gig, nothing fancy, just you and your step-mom trying to sc*** by. Then the dress comes in - tight fabric, smooth against skin, showing more leg than you’re used to. It’s supposed to be “uniform,” but it feels like a dare. Every shift you feel the hem riding up a little higher, the neckline dipping lower, and the stares from the regulars getting heavier. There’s something almost humiliating about it, but it hits that strange nerve between shame and arousal. The game leans into that confusion - slowly, softly, until you stop fighting it.

And your step-mom… she’s not the sweet, caring type you’d expect. She’s confident, too confident maybe, with a smile that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. You catch her in the VIP room one night, her moans slipping through the wall, and suddenly all those buried thoughts you didn’t want to name come crawling out. The story doesn’t rush that part - it lets you sit in the discomfort, the jealousy, the hunger. It’s filthy, but also strangely tender. Like the game’s trying to make you understand desire instead of just showing it. I kept thinking I’d hate her, but somehow I ended up wanting to be her. Or maybe both.

What really gets me is how the writing doesn’t pretend to be moral. There’s cheating, manipulation, that slow feminization that creeps into your bones until you can’t tell where the lie ends and the kink begins. It’s not about control; it’s about surrender, about wanting to be wanted even when it feels wrong. Some scenes hit too close, like the mirror moment where you finally admit you like the way the dress fits. It’s erotic, yes, but also messy and human and confusing in a way that feels too real. I didn’t expect to get turned on and emotionally wrecked at the same time, but here we are.

Small town, boring campus, horny brain. That is the whole mood of this thing. You play this kinda lazy city kid who only pretends to care about uni, then your dad throws you into this dead little town where nothing moves faster than the old ladies on benches. At least, that is what it looks like first evening. Then you meet Rally. Skinny, cute, soft face, that kind of boy where your brain goes “he?” and “she?” at same time and refuses to pick. He offers you a cheap room, like some normal roommate deal, but the vibe is not normal at all. First night, you can hear him through the thin wall, slow fap noises and tiny breathing, and you get that instant “oh, this is one of those games” feeling. The game doesn’t rush it though, which I kind of liked and kind of hated. You spend a bit too long just walking to lectures you barely see, talking to people who have way bigger tits than any campus adviser I ever saw on my real-life Zoom classes, and half the time your guy is thinking with his dick instead of his GPA. Classic.

Rally is the star here. Early on you catch him half‑dressed in the corridor, oversized shirt barely covering that bubble butt, cute little panties peeking when he bends to pick up laundry. You get a dialog choice: pretend you saw nothing or stare like a dog. Of course I stared. He blushes, legs crossing a bit, camera lingering way too long, and I was like “yeah, this dev grew up on old eroge too.” Later, there is this scene where you wake up in the middle of the night and he’s sitting on your bed, saying he’s cold. The model leans in close, this soft boy body but with that obvious bulge pushing the fabric, and suddenly the whole teasing act flips. He starts grinding on your leg, hands shaking, and your MC can either play the gentleman or grab his hips. There is some nice masturbation stuff too. One afternoon, everyone’s at class, you are stuck “studying” in your room. You open your phone, scroll porn like on xVideos, and the game lets you pick what you watch. I picked a thick MILF with big tits, riding some lucky bastard, and your guy just strokes along while the sound leaks through your earbuds. Then Rally knocks on the door, you panic, try to click away, but the sound bugged for me and kept playing under the dialog. Whole scene suddenly feels way more filthy because they talk about rent and shopping while moaning still going in the back. Maybe a bug, maybe genius. The town itself hides some surprises too, like that older woman at the store with the huge ass and “I shouldn’t fuck my tenant” kind of aura, and when the game finally lets you get her alone in a backroom, the 3D models go full on, with her riding you, tits bouncing in your face, and you almost forget you were supposed to be here for lectures at all. It’s messy, slow in weird spots, horny in good ones, and yeah, I closed the browser, went to make tea, and kept thinking about Rally’s smug little smirk when he catches you staring at his panties.

Guy bails from the safe engineering grind and sneaks into the art class instead, and from that moment the whole thing feels like watching a horny college slice-of-life slowly losing its mind in the best way. You start as this slightly awkward dude who pretends to be normal, but his sketchbook is full of horny ideas he will absolutely end up acting out. The game really loves that feeling when you know you’re doing something you shouldn’t, like hiding porn in your Google Drive and hoping nobody opens the “taxes_final_final2” folder. First scenes are pretty chill: chatting, classes, some teasing, your childhood friend texting you, the usual VN stuff. Then you see how the art stuff becomes excuse for everything. “I need to study anatomy” turns into “let me grope you while I pretend I’m just checking proportions”. Drawing practice turns into handjobs in the empty studio, paint-stained fingers wrapped around your cock. You can be playful or kind of a bastard, and the game actually responds instead of just pretending.

The real fun starts when the game drops the brakes and goes full perv with the cast. You think “ok, classic college girls”, then boom: futa teacher with a smug face pinning you to the desk, her cock pressing against your ass while she criticizes your shitty shading. One route I went too deep into has this femboy model that joins the class, slim body, soft face, skirt way too short. First time you pose him you try to be “professional”, second time you are sucking his dick behind the curtain while the rest of the class paints with headphones on. There is a trap character who looks more girly than half the girls, and there is a whole humiliation-exhibition thread with him that basically turns the art club into your private porn studio. You can push him to pose in only a collar, make him bend over the table, and even have him walk out into the corridor with cum dripping down his thighs while people almost catch him. Oral scenes are everywhere: kneeling in the bathroom, under the desk in the computer room, backstage during an art show with people right outside. Sometimes you control the pace and choke them, sometimes a dom girl just grabs your hair and fucks your mouth until you’re gagging, calls you her “brush holder” like that’s a normal insult. Anal shows up in both directions too: you pounding a shy classmate over a stack of canvases, or that futa teacher deciding you need “corrective training” and pushing in slowly while you grip the edge of the table and pretend you’re still in control. There is BDSM flavor mixed with college vibe: rope marks over pale skin, clothespins on nipples while someone tries to keep quiet in the dorm, the kind of hand around the neck that is almost gentle but not really. The animated bits give the sex scenes a lot of weight, especially the small stuff like balls slapping, subtle hip movement, the way bodies grind together. It looks good enough to be hot, but still a bit rough in places, like weird angles or awkward faces in some loops, and that actually fits the whole “student art” theme. I still hate that one looping moan that sounds like a Telegram notification in the background, it drives me crazy every time and I keep checking my phone for nothing. The game lets you be both the bully and the toy, and switching between male domination and being dragged around by a scary calm girl or a cocky futa makes the routes feel different, even when it reuses locations. Exhibitionism hits hard: half-open doors, windows with people outside, phones recording. At one point I had the MC getting jerked off with paint-covered hands in the middle of the empty classroom while the sunset light hits the glass, and it felt so filthy and kind of beautiful at the same time, like someone mixed porn and an Instagram art reel. Then the same scene replayable later with different choices turned into a cruel humiliation, where he is forced to cum on the floor and lick it up while the dom laughs and snaps pics. It is messy, horny, sometimes clumsy, but it absolutely knows why you are here.

Alex, Anna, and Sierra ignite the night with their provocative Halloween gathering. Each character carries a distinct allure - Alex’s sly charm, Anna’s teasing innocence, and Sierra’s fierce confidence pull you deeper into their world.

The party quickly spirals into a playground of lust and power, where trust is tested and boundaries are shattered. You’ll navigate a labyrinth of choices that push flirtation into raw seduction, teasing out vulnerabilities and igniting fierce rivalries. From tender moments of romance to the sharp sting of humiliation, your path twists through an array of provocative scenarios designed to thrill and shock.

The story culminates in multiple climaxes, where passion and betrayal collide, leaving you breathless and craving more. Embrace the chaos, savor the tension, and lose yourself in a Halloween night where pleasure and peril intertwine.

Alex is the kind of guy you scroll past on Grindr and don’t even remember. Regular face, regular clothes, regular “nah I’m straight lol” profile line. The fun starts when this painfully average, porn-poisoned, “I only watch straight stuff bro” dude gets trapped in his own dick-brain. A cute femboy called Noah actually replies to his thirsty little message, and suddenly all that straight-posting goes straight to hell. It’s not some epic anime thing. It’s two idiots texting, one of them trying way too hard to act normal while his cock is doing an entirely different orientation than his mouth. The VN just sits there with him through the awkward silences, the panic over what emoji to send, the “shit, did that sound gay?” thoughts that hit him every two seconds. And when they finally meet, Alex is staring at Noah’s thighs and calling it “fashion interest” like that ever fooled anyone.

What I liked is how horny and small everything feels. Not small like dick, relax. Small like: you’re stuck in this chat window, looking at Noah’s pics on your phone, noticing tiny details. Nail polish that’s chipped, a skirt that’s a bit too short for how shy Alex pretends to be, that one selfie where Noah’s lips look soft enough you understand why Alex forgets how to breathe. The erotic stuff sneaks in sideways. It’s not just “they fuck now”. It’s Alex sitting on his bed, half hard, scrolling through their conversation, re-reading the flirty parts, rubbing over his boxers, trying to convince himself that it’s only because Noah looks kind of like a girl “from some angles”. Sure, dude. Totally. Meanwhile the game is shoving his denial right in your face while also letting you enjoy the very explicit, very gay mess he’s drowning in. There are bits where he watches porn after talking to Noah, tries to put on the usual straight clip, then ends up pausing on a pretty boy’s face, and the text just lingers on his confusion longer than it should. It feels gross and honest in a good way.

The romance side is scuffed and half-formed, which sort of works. This build focuses on that first spark, when your stomach feels weird and your dick feels great and your brain goes “no thanks” and “more please” at the same time. Noah is dangerous in the soft way. The kind of femboy who says “it’s okay, you don’t have to label it” while sending a picture that makes you grind your hips into your mattress. The sex is not wall to wall, but when it hits, it hits dirty. You get those detailed, sweaty, needy moments where Alex is too turned on to pretend anymore, moaning like a slut over a body he wouldn’t even admit he’s into if you put a gun to his search history. There’s that slice of life vibe too, the annoying stuff like checking messages while on the toilet, or worrying about what your phone might pop up while you’re sitting next to someone. It’s all very gay, very insecure, very “oh fuck, I like this too much”. Feels like watching a closeted browser tab slowly fill itself with yaoi, sissy captions, femboy porn and then pretend it’s just a phase, while your hand already knows the truth.

Ryo’s life is already kind of a mess, and then he gets shipped off to this tiny place called Wimblewick Isle, which sounds like a budget vacation spot but ends up being more like “horny supernatural student exchange program no one told you about.” He arrives expecting boring small-town vibes, maybe some quiet, maybe some time to cry in peace about his Tinder matches, and instead finds out half the “girls” on this island are walking around with curves, soft voices, and a big surprise between their legs that instantly makes your own issues feel… smaller. The game leans into that shock in a really playful way. The first time one of the futa girls casually presses up against him and you realize her bulge is not just the artist messing up the shading, it hits like that moment on Grindr when someone sends a pic before saying hello. Except here, they actually talk to you, tease you, and remember what you did for them yesterday.

It plays like one of those laid-back anime visual novels where you click around a map, poke your nose into places you probably shouldn’t, and stumble into scenes that feel way too intimate for how little work you did. One minute you’re “just helping with some chores” and the next she’s closing the door, saying how grateful she is, and Ryo is backed up to the wall with a very obvious problem tenting her skirt. There’s non-linear progression, so you can wander around, chase the girl you’re into, or just be a total degenerate and push every route at once like a horny completionist. I ended up checking the map like I check Instagram, just circling spots to see who’s free to emotionally ruin me today. Some scenes hit hard in a very embarrassing way: a futa “big sister” type stroking Ryo’s hair while casually jerking herself, talking in that soft “it’s okay, you did your best” tone that somehow makes everything filthier. The femboy energy is there too, but in this flirty, self-aware style that feels like the dev actually hangs out online and didn’t just google “trap anime” in 2012 and stop researching. You do small tasks, build affection, watch numbers go up, and get rewarded with things like getting pinned to a bed and used as a stress relief toy by someone who calls you “cute” while she’s absolutely not being gentle.

The writing is messy in a way that feels kind of real. Characters say dumb stuff, make awkward jokes, flirt badly, then suddenly drop a filthy line that punches straight into your brain and stays there while you’re trying to answer work emails. There’s a girl who looks all prim and polite, then she whips it out with this shy smile and asks if you can “help her relax” because she’s too pent up to focus, and it is ten times hotter than all the super-confident porn queen stuff you see everywhere else. At the same time, the game sometimes forgets its own pacing, so you might go from soft build-up to “ok now you’re swallowing her load” like someone accidentally skipped three scenes, but honestly, that feels a bit like real online dating too. You get side events popping up when you re-visit places, so poking around the island actually matters, and there’s this constant feeling that one wrong or right click could land you in the middle of a futa-on-male scene that would get you banned from at least three apps if you tried to describe it in public. Wimblewick Isle ends up feeling like that weird group chat you swear you’re going to leave but you never do, because every time you think you’re done, someone new pops up, blushes, adjusts her skirt, and asks if you’re free to “hang out” in a way that makes you close all your other tabs just in case.

Lyra is supposed to be this perfect warrior princess, right? Stoic, noble, all that heroic cosplay you see on Insta but with way less clothing and way more sweat. Except her head is completely fucked with cravings she is not allowed to have. The island is full of sharp women, hard bodies, ritual bruises, polished armor, and then behind all that there is this constant low buzz of want. Skin against skin in the baths, eyes lingering too long during drills, the way someone’s mouth curves when they lose a spar and drop to one knee. The whole place pretends it is discipline and honor, but it is horny as hell under the surface, and Lyra is the one who knows it too well because her own pulse keeps betraying her.

When Thebe shows up, this stubborn tomboy recruit with too much attitude and not enough respect, it is like the island hands Lyra a living toy and says: here, fix this. You, as Lyra, decide what "fixing" means. Sometimes that is a wooden sword across her thighs until her legs shake, sometimes it is fingers on her jaw, forcing her to hold eye contact while you tell her what a useless little slut of a warrior she is, and sometimes it is just making her kneel silently and breathe while you trace circles over the inside of her thigh without giving her what she is begging for. The game never rushes when it is cruel. There are these scenes where you control everything: what she can say, when she is allowed to come, if she is allowed to come at all. You can praise her as your good girl or grind her right down into filthy nothing, making her repeat what she is, what she is for. That whole orgasm control thing hits stupidly hard here, because you are not pushing a generic meter, you are playing with her conditioning, layering orders over affection until she worships you for the privilege of being used. One time I had her pinned against a training pillar, hands bound above her head, her mouth stuffed so she can only moan around it, and the only way she can show obedience is how still she holds her hips while Lyra teases her clit with just the edge of a glove. It is awful and perfect and you kinda hate yourself while clicking the "not yet" option again.

What surprised me is how soft it can switch without warning. Lyra is not some cartoon domme robot. She is horny, yes, and a little broken, and she screws up. There is this bathhouse scene after a rough punishment where you sit with Thebe between your legs, washing her hair, and the steam is thick and your thighs are wrapped around her hips. You still control her, she still calls you princess, but suddenly you are kissing the bruises you put on her, licking water off her shoulder like it is an apology. The camera (not literally, chill, just how it feels) lingers on mouths and fingers, and a lot of the heat is in kissing and cunnilingus, tongue and breath and needy little sounds. It is very lesbian, very yuri, but with that twisted power thing where romance and ownership tangle together until you forget where one ends. At one point I caught myself whispering "good girl" at my screen like a complete idiot, which is extra funny because the game also kicks you in the teeth sometimes with humiliation. You can have her sell herself on your command, you can push her into roles that look like prostitution wrapped in "duty to the island", and Lyra has to watch and decide if she is doing it for Themiscyra or for her own sick thrill. Honestly the only thing that annoyed me was this one UI click in the menu that feels like it is hiding the choice you actually want, and I kept hitting the wrong thing on my phone while half naked in bed, which is not the mood you want killed by a tiny button. Anyway. It is messy, horny, mean, weirdly romantic, and every time you think you are the one in control, the story pulls back and reminds you that Lyra might be the one getting possessed by her own need, not just her little warrior toy.

Guard uniform, shitty fluorescent lights, that stink of sweat and bleach that almost comes through the screen, and then this guy shows up in your block. Artemis. Wrong kind of pretty for a place like that. Soft face, sharp eyes, mouth that looks like it was made to talk back and suck cock, both. The game just throws you into that fucked up mix of power and attraction without a slow intro, which I liked. You’re already in the role, already the one with the keys, but somehow he feels scarier than the whole cell block. Not scary like monster, scary like "I know exactly what you want and I’m going to make you admit it." The flirting starts way too early to be healthy, way too late to stop, and every line he drops has that vibe where you can’t tell if he’s actually scared or just acting weak so you’ll push harder. And yeah, it’s mostly reading and choosing, but it doesn’t feel dry, because half the time I was alt-tabbing out of sheer secondhand shame, then going right back in like a horny idiot.

The thing that got me is how the game keeps playing chicken with your morals. You get these choices like "do the professional thing" or "maybe just touch him a bit" and it sounds simple, but the writing keeps nudging you, poking at your curiosity, making the “nice” options feel kind of fake. At some point I realised I was picking the worse path just to see how far the dev will go, and it does go pretty far into fucked territory. There is that whole predator vs prey dance, but it flips. You start as the guard, the big man with the baton, but Artemis knows how to tilt his head just a little, sit on the bunk in that half-feminine pose, open his legs too wide, make you aware how easy it would be to hurt him and how much he kind of wants you to. Or pretends to. Hard to tell. That tension is the hot part, not even the actual explicit bits, though those are written with enough dirty detail that I had to stop reading on my phone in public transport after one very specific line about making him kneel on the cold floor of the cell. The world is cruel, the prison is worse, but the horny brain prevails.

It’s pretty dark without the game patting you on the head about it. No big speech about trauma, just little details: the way he flinches when you move too fast, the way other guards talk about inmates like meat, offhand comments about what happens in the showers. It’s messy, morally and sexually, like one of those old yaoi fanfics on LiveJournal that half of us cut our teeth on, only a bit more grown up and kinda meaner. Artemis is that type: slight, almost fragile, but with enough lip to make you want to shut him up by grabbing his neck. He’ll tease you, call you "officer" with this tiny smirk, then suddenly there is this one line where he sounds genuinely terrified and it punches you right in the gut while you still have a hard-on. The choices make you complicit. You can try to be the good guy, but the text never lets you feel clean, and honestly that’s why it sticks. Sex here is power, manipulation, pity, and actual lust all tangled together, not separated into nice categories. If you like your gay prison fantasies soft and wholesome, this is not that. If you always wondered how far a bored, lonely guard might go with a dangerous little femboy inmate who knows exactly what card to play, this thing crawls under your skin, rubs up against every bad impulse, and waits to see which button you press next.