It’s weird, the way *A Fortnight at Frenni Fazclaire’s 2* plays with tone - like, one moment it’s soft lighting and syrupy teasing from an animatronic wolf with silicone lips that catch the club’s pink glow just right, and the next second you’re hearing metal sc*** in the next room like something mechanical trying to breathe. I couldn’t decide if I was turned on or spooked half the time, which maybe is the point. The writing leans into that uncanny space where synthetic skin meets real loneliness, though sometimes it feels too self-aware about being a parody. It’s as if it winks so much it forgets to blink. Still, when Mia Mangle leans across the security desk and says things she shouldn’t know - stuff only the player would think - it hits that strange nerve of digital intimacy that good adult games sometimes stumble into by accident.

The furries here aren’t played for cheap fetish fuel (okay, not *just* that). There’s tension in every movement, more like stage performers improvising after hours than machines following code. I kept thinking about Nabokov because yeah, it’s sexy, but it’s also about control and play and being observed while pretending not to care. And then there’s the mobile version, where tapping through dialogue feels like petting something alive that pretends to glitch. Sometimes choices freeze for no reason - probably a bug - but it almost fits the mood: desire interrupted by static. The horror bits creep slow; shadows twitch behind velvet curtains even during explicit scenes, and the sound design hums under your skin like anxiety that smells faintly of perfume.

Honestly, the worst part is the damn loading screen image - I hate that smug smile they gave Aurora. Every time she flickers in before the menu loads, I kinda want her to malfunction just to break the eye contact. But when she starts singing that low note (yeah, she sings), everything stutters into this mix of comedy and obscene tenderness. Maybe I imagined that part. Or maybe the game wanted me to. Hard to tell where the line’s supposed to be anymore.

Town of Redemption feels like somebody mashed a horny fantasy VN into a half-finished mobile sandbox and then just said “yeah ok, this is fine” and went back to drawing monster tits. You’re this dude who survived a village getting wrecked, finally lands in a big “safe” city that’s only safe if you ignore the amount of wet, thick, non-human girls wandering around it. You end up working as an alchemist for the guild, which sounds boring until every second job turns into “oops I spilled aphrodisiac on the wolf-girl with the huge ass, better check if she’s ok”. It’s that kind of game where you think you’re just clicking through errands, then suddenly you’re shoulder deep in a cow girl’s cleavage, trying to “measure milk output” with your hands instead of tools. She’s moaning, you’re pretending this is science. Absolutely my thing.

What I like is how the scenes creep up on you. One quest you’re mixing basic potions for some shy catgirl scout, next time she visits she’s pressing her big fluffy tits against the table asking if you can make something to “relax her nerves before missions”. Translation: give her a reason to pant and grind on your leg in the lab. And it actually feels like you built up to it, not just click sex button to win. There’s this lizard girl adventurer who keeps acting all proud, calling you “support staff”, then you slip a warmth potion in her gear and watch her swagger melt into heavy breathing and tail twitching while she begs you to check where exactly it’s getting “too hot”. Hand under her armor, fingering around her abs, then lower, then she’s using your hand like a toy. Feels good in that “ok, this is way too specific but I’m not complaining” way. The writing is sometimes messy, like someone glued horny ideas together without cleaning the edges, and the UI on mobile is clunky as hell with tiny icons that make your thumb miss the thing you want, but whatever, I stayed for the filthy bits. There’s an actual sense of being this low level dude building a little life, slowly turning half the guild into your personal test subjects. Except the inventory screen is ugly as sin and sorting items is a pain. I kept mis-tapping and using the wrong potion. Kind of funny when a buff elixir turns into a breast swelling one right before a fight though. Not for the poor bunny girl tank trying to move under her own bouncing chest.

The town itself ends up feeling like your playground. You walk out of the lab and already know which corner has the needy minotaur girl who leaks through her clothes if you even mention “pressure release”, which alley has the smug fox girl who pretends she hates humans but still arches her back when you “search for hidden enchantments” under her tail, which shopkeeper secretly has fur under the robes and loves it when you “accidentally” grope her while reaching for ingredients. There’s a nice rhythm where you run guild jobs, collect weird monster parts, then experiment not only in bottles but on bodies. At some point I had a batch of potions that made nipples super sensitive, and watching a proud warrior melt into a shaking mess from just a thumb rubbing her big areolae was stupidly hot. The game teases a lot too, sometimes giving you a scene that stops right at the edge, making you work more jobs or raise some stat before she finally lets you push her against the table and go full-on, tits slapping, claws in your back, panting in your ear. Some characters feel unfinished, like they were supposed to have more scenes but real life stole the dev, and there are dead spots where nothing new triggers even if you grind. Still, when it hits, it hits filthy enough: thick furry hips grinding on your lap, warm milk running down her belly while she moans your name, your hands sunk into jiggling titflesh like soft dough. It’s rough around the edges and kind of janky, but it has that unpolished charm where you can smell the artist’s brain: “what if every girl in this nice fantasy town was just a little too eager to get grabbed, teased, milked and ruined by some refugee alchemist who barely knows what he’s doing”. Honestly, I’m ok with that.

Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

You’re sitting there, phone in hand, thinking it’s just another cute little “help the girl get ready for her school exam” sim, right? Hair, makeup, outfit, some dialogue choices, a few horny CGs later. Easy. Except the “girl” the game wants to send to that exam is you. And you started this story with a dick, a very normal male student brain, and zero idea why the fuck you’re suddenly being measured on eyeliner technique and how well you can sway your hips in a tight skirt without flashing half the class.

The game opens quiet, almost boring, and that’s what hooked me. No instant blowjob tutorial, no “here’s your harem, pick a hole.” Just a nervous morning, a school setting that feels too normal, and weird little hints that something is off with your body. The first time you realize your reflection in the mirror doesn’t match the way you remember yourself, it hits like a small car crash. The dev takes their time with it, slow corruption of gender and morals at the same time. First it’s “just crossdressing for this one exam.” Then it’s “well, you need to practice walking in heels, let the teacher help your posture.” Then somehow you’re bent over the desk, feeling your ass slapped and graded like part of the curriculum, and the worst part is your in-game thoughts start to enjoy it. Those internal monologue lines when you’re getting groped in the hallway, and you catch yourself wondering which of the boys has the biggest cock, were dirtier than the actual CGs for me.

I liked how the game makes you complicit in your own downfall. You pick the lipstick shade that later gets smeared during a messy oral exam. You choose to act “a bit more submissive” to get a better score, and suddenly you’re on your knees between two classmates, throat used like a warm hole while the teacher pretends not to see. They pretend badly. There is some netorare shit going on, too, but sideways: your old male identity kind of feels like the one getting cuckolded as your new girly body gets filled, stretched, creampied. One run I had my “good girl” reputation used as an excuse to parade me in front of older staff, a humiliating little exhibition where they check if the “student” is ready. Gloved fingers spreading you open, comments about how tight you are and how a nice big black cock will fix that. Another run I resisted more and the corruption took longer, with more teasing, more “accidental” touches, more voyeur scenes in locker rooms and bathrooms, like the game was punishing me for not giving in fast enough by cranking up the sexual harassment.

It feels janky in spots. Some AI CGs look amazing from one angle and kind of cursed from another, like the face doesn’t fully match the body, or the hands are doing that weird too-many-fingers thing if you stare too long. I still stared. The summer vibe is weirdly relaxing though, all bright classrooms and sunlit corridors while behind the scenes you’re being turned into the school’s futa toy or the class’ shared virgin project, depending on choices. There is this one branching bit where you can agree to a “private tutoring” session with a strict female teacher and it starts as normal exam prep, then she makes you spread your legs on the chair, checks how wet you are “from stress,” and then uses you until you’re shaking, all while lecturing about responsibility. Female domination scenes like that felt personal, intimate in a fucked up way. Then later the same character can watch you get stuffed by multiple guys at once, barely saying anything, just writing notes like you’re a lab rat. It messed with my head in a good way.

The story is mostly kinetic in pacing but still manages to feel like a sandbox for your humiliation. One time I focused on being the perfect obedient girl and ended up pregnant from an exam “reward,” cum dripping out in a medical examination scene that treated your belly like a test result. Another time I pushed for more wild stuff and unlocked a futa transformation path, where you keep a cock while having this soft, thick ass and big boobs, so they test how many students can fit inside or around you at once. I still have the scene of being pushed up against the classroom window in my head, skirt hitched, some monster girl-looking classmate pounding me from behind while random NPCs walk outside, clueless. The game doesn’t rush those moments. It lets your thoughts spiral, your shame grow, your arousal betray you. It’s messy, inconsistent, a little ugly here and there, but the slow burn into full sissification and “everyone uses the exam girl” fantasy hits way harder because of that.

Art & Love feels like someone mashed a horny dating app with that one semester you pretended to care about “expressing yourself” in art class, then quietly used every excuse to stare at boobs. The setup is simple: you’re a dude at an art college, surrounded by students who are way too hot to be that stressed about homework. Half the time you’re pretending to focus on sketches and color theory, and the other half you’re trying not to get caught staring at an ass that basically has its own gravity. It’s very on the nose, but that’s kind of the charm. No fake epic destiny, no big fantasy world, just “here’s your campus, here’s a bunch of curvy girls, try not to bust in your pants in the first ten minutes.”

The thing that hit me first is how the game treats “everyday life.” That phrase usually means boring filler. Here it means walking into a studio and your classmate is already bent over the table, boobs pressed against the canvas because she’s “fixing the composition,” and your brain just shuts down. The animations do a lot of work in these scenes. When a girl leans in close and you can actually see her chest bounce as she adjusts her pose, or when your hand slides over a thigh in a half-accidental grope that doesn’t really look accidental, it sells the moment. Sometimes it feels almost too animated, like the dev got a new toy and refuses to chill. A girl shrugs and her tits move more than the rest of her body, like they’re trying to escape. It’s hot, but also kind of funny in a scuffed porn video way.

Where it gets interesting is the mix of romance and all the low-key harassment that just sort of “happens.” You’re not some silent saint. You grab, you stare, you “help adjust the pose” and your hands linger on big soft curves way longer than necessary. There’s a scene where you help a girl practice body painting in the empty classroom. She thinks you’re just drawing on her back, but your hands slide to her sides, then under her shirt, and she hesitates just a little before leaning into it. The camera lingers hard on her breathing and the way her ass presses into your lap. Then later that same girl might be sitting with you on a bench outside, talking about her stupid childhood dream of becoming a painter for kids books, and it weirdly works. You jerked off to her ten minutes ago and now you’re listening to her talk about brushes and Instagram algorithms like you’re on a normal date. Well. A normal date where you keep remembering how her tits looked squeezed against your hands and you can’t stop adjusting your pants.

There’s plenty of solo stuff too. Game really likes the “I came home from class and I can’t stop thinking about that one accidental grope” vibe. One scene has you in your dorm, phone on the bed, scrolling Pixiv, and you keep seeing art nudes and suddenly you’re replaying that moment of pressing up against a girl in the hallway. The MC just says screw it, drops pants, and it goes into a masturbation scene that actually feels connected to what happened earlier. He’s not just jerking it in a void, he’s replaying specific details. The way her hair smelled. The little shock when she didn’t pull away after your hand brushed against her breasts. And then a new message pops up from her while you’re mid-stroke, some innocent “hey, can you help me with my project tomorrow?” text, and it hits way filthier than it should. I laughed, then kept going.

Campus stuff is all over the place. Sometimes you walk into the workshop and it’s quiet, sunlight on the floor, girl sitting cross-legged on a stool in shorts that absolutely do not meet any dress code, and the scene plays like a soft romance moment. Other times you’re in a crowded hallway, trying to squeeze through, and “accidental” groping happens in a way that really isn’t accidental at all. You feel a big ass grind against you, she pretends to ignore it, then glances back with this tiny smirk. Those small beats land harder than the big in-your-face sex scenes, honestly. Even the dialogue has this slightly broken rhythm that reminded me of messaging on Telegram with someone horny who’s also tired from class. It’s rough in places, some lines sound like Google Translate lost a fight, but that kind of fits the whole vibe. Art & Love isn’t trying to be perfect. It’s more like that messy sketchbook the teacher would hate, full of half-finished drawings and big titted girls in the margins, except this time the sketchbook looks back at you and asks why your hand is still on her thigh.

Flaming Flagon feels like someone mixed Grindr, a horny DnD one-shot and a furry art Twitter feed, then tried to run it on your phone while half drunk. In a good way. You’re this guy who ends up working at a fantasy tavern, and every shift basically turns into “who am I going to flirt with, serve drinks to, or accidentally see naked behind the storeroom door” simulator. The place is full of big anthro dudes in armor, mages with too much chest fur showing, mercs with scars and thicker thighs than my whole body, that kind of vibe. It’s not shy about what it wants: hot guys, muscles, teasing, and scenes where you’re suddenly pressed against a wall by some sweaty adventurer asking if you close the bar early. You’re not just clicking through text like a zombie though, the choices actually poke at your horny little brain. Hold eye contact when the big wolf knight flexes while lifting a keg, or play it cool? Help the shy cat archer clean up after closing, or go “accidentally” check the bath area where the bull barbarian is clearly still washing his gear and definitely not just his gear.

What I really liked is how the lewd stuff kind of sneaks up on you. One moment you’re chatting about orders and who pays their tab, next moment the fox mage is leaning in too close, smelling like booze and magic, asking if you’ve ever tried “channeling energy” with a partner. And yeah, the sex scenes are dirty in a way that feels like they were written by someone who actually masturbates, not a committee. There’s grinding against the bar in the backroom, being pinned over a table while another patron is like two doors away, guys comparing pecs after a fight and it very quickly turning into grabbing and squeezing and “oh, you’re hard already?” type talk. Bodies are big, heavy, and you feel that in the writing: grabbing fur, licking sweat, getting your face stuffed into a chest and not complaining. Sometimes the game softens it with cute flirting and cheesy lines, then next click there’s explicit description of cock, tongue, knot, all that, like whiplash, but the fun kind. On mobile it weirdly works, swiping through while lying in bed, pretending you opened Twitter again when a notification pops up, even though your screen currently shows a dragon guy asking if he can “taste the help.” My only stupid tiny complaint: the game keeps making you carry kegs and trays, and I kept waiting for a scene where someone comments on how your arms get buff from all that work, and they just never do. Total missed fetish opportunity. Anyway, Flaming Flagon is messy, horny, and sometimes I forgot which guy I was flirting with because I was just staring at all that muscle and fur, but that’s honestly part of the charm.

Finley is this coyote DJ in my head, you know? He walks into a party already half hard and half guilty. The game feels like that: like scrolling late-night Spotify mood playlists while your partner sleeps in the next room and some horny little voice asks, "What if I just answered that one message?" You play as him, tangled between his sweet partner and a whole zoo of thirsty, flirty, too-close-for-comfort bodies. It looks like some soft anime furry dating sim at first, but it’s more like being stuck as the main track in a messy sex playlist you didn’t mean to make. One moment you’re cuddling and talking about feelings, the next you’re staring at some dude’s bulge in tight jeans and thinking, yeah, I’d swallow that, and the game just quietly waits for you to click.

The horny part lands hard, not in a cheap way, more in that "oh shit, I would actually do this if no one knew" kind of way. There’s slow teasing in chat, those little text boxes that feel almost too real, flirty photos, hints that could still be innocent if you lie to yourself. Then suddenly the camera lingers on a paw sliding under a waistband, a tongue tracing along a thigh, and the AI CG catches that exact look before someone gives in. Vaginal, oral, anal, it all shows up depending on how dirty you let things go, but it never feels like the scenes are just thrown in; they creep up on you. I had one route where I tried to stay faithful, really, and still ended up jerking off alone because the game keeps dangling temptation in front of you. Furry bodies pressed together, fur matted from sweat, muzzle buried between legs, cum on tongues, that whole thing. And when someone calls you "good boy" while you’re literally cheating, it hits like a bass drop in the middle of a slow track. Erotic as hell, but also kinda shitty in a way that feels… honest?

The corruption vibe is strong. Starts wholesome, just cuddles, smooches, some harmless voyeurism like peeking at your partner’s messages a bit too long. Then someone sends you a late-night pic, not fully nude, just enough outline to make your dick twitch, and you get that choice: lock your phone, or let your hand slide into your pants. Masturbation scenes feel like they came straight from Discord horny hours, that awkward "I shouldn’t be doing this but fuck it" breathing, lube noises, hand moving faster when a new notification hits. Sometimes you’re on your knees, muzzle full, listening to a lover you’re not supposed to have whisper how they like watching you choke. Sometimes you’re balls-deep in someone who definitely isn’t your partner, pounding them while thinking about how you’re going to lie later. The netorare angle is sneaky: you can be the one being stolen from, or the asshole doing the stealing, or both at once depends how you steer Finley. And the game lets you stay soft and romantic too, if you resist, but honestly the most powerful scenes are when you half-resist, when you kiss someone back then panic, or when you tell yourself "this is just flirting" right before your tongue is already between their legs. It’s messy, horny, kind of cruel sometimes, and that’s exactly why it sticks in your head like a track you’re ashamed to have on repeat.

Conrad starts as this kinda average guy who just wants to sell clothes and maybe touch some tits in peace, and the game immediately laughs at that idea. It throws him into this weird mix of family drama, horny tension and lowkey spooky shit hiding behind cute outfits. You play from his head, and it is a mess in there in a good way. One moment he is talking about fabrics and color palettes for the new store logo, next moment he is staring at his sister’s ass while she leans over the counter and he tries to pretend he cares about invoices. The game really leans on that “I should not want this, but I really, really do” incest vibe. She walks around the house in tiny tops, there is this one scene where she asks him to help measure her waist for some new stock and the tape just “accidentally” slides under her boobs. As a SFX addict, I went straight to listen for the tiny details and the way they put this little fabric rustle when her shirt lifts and that soft wet swallow when he tries to calm himself, that stuff is way more erotic than half of the moans later.

The possession angle is what makes it feel less like just another “hey sis, suck me” mobile thing. Conrad starts having this presence in his head that does not always talk, but it kind of pushes him. There is a moment in the shop basement, he is alone with his sister, arguing about a late delivery, and suddenly you get this choice to “relax” your control. You click it, the screen tint goes darker, and his hand just moves on its own and grabs her hip, fingers digging into her skin. She gasps, you hear that sharp inhale in your headphones, the little shaky breath after, and she doesn’t pull away right away. That pause is filthy. The possession makes all those groping scenes feel half innocent, half “I totally meant that”. Sometimes he resists and you get a sweet handjob scene where she is the one comforting him because he is “stressed”, sometimes you let the demon inside or whatever control him and suddenly that same scene goes way rougher, more like he pins her wrist and forces her to keep stroking. The wet sound design there is honestly illegal, I had to turn my phone volume down on the subway since it sounded like I had Pornhub autoplay in my pocket.

It is also kinda funny how the game pretends to be about a clothing store and fantasy destiny and all that, but the most intense moments are in small places. Him under the sewing table while she is on a phone call, her bare feet brushing his thigh, and that option to let the “force” slip into her instead. When that happens, her voice changes just a bit, like this softer, breathier tone, and she starts talking nastier without even noticing, twisting her words about “stock” and “orders” so it sounds like she is talking about cocks and orgasms. If you push it, you can jump full into possession and ride her body like a stolen car, taking control while Conrad watches from the back of his own skull. That leads to some really fucked up blowjob scenes where her eyes are empty but her mouth works like a pro, and the slurping audio is honestly disgusting and hot at the same time. I give this thing my very serious “Best Use of Demons To Justify Wanting To Fuck Your Sister” award. It is rough around the edges, some lines feel like Google Translate had a hangover, but maybe that is why it stuck with me. The world is kind of soft fantasy, but what really lives in my brain is that quiet moment when she whispers “big brother” and you can’t tell if it is really her or the thing inside. I wish there was less UI clicking for simple actions, but whatever, my thumb survived.

Astra is exactly that kind of heroine who looks like she belongs in some stiff royal propaganda painting, then opens her mouth and talks like a horny theatre kid who just discovered freedom and lube at the same time. She bolts from her golden cage, lands on this supposedly “remote” island that feels more like a traveling circus mixed with a cabaret and a burlesque tent, and just decides, yeah, I’m a performer now, and also I’m going to fuck whoever catches my eye. The game leans really hard into this traveling-show vibe: backstage drama, improvised acts, horny fans, jealous partners, that awkward moment when your “public performance” accidentally turns way too literal because the monster girl with the big tits misheard the stage direction. There’s this one scene where Astra is trying to rehearse something serious, like political speech level serious, and suddenly the script turns into a dirty poem about her ass halfway through, because of a text mini-game that you kind of flubbed. And she just rolls with it. The crowd goes wild. She blushes, then doubles down and starts describing how she wants to ride a furry mercenary in front of everyone. That’s kind of the whole tone: messy, horny, and surprisingly self-aware about what it is.

What I really enjoyed, as a language nerd, is how the erotic dialogue is half elegant, half absolute trash in the best way. You have Astra saying stuff like “I renounce the crown, I choose my own pleasure” right before she’s getting railed by some huge monster with too many muscles and just enough manners to ask where he can finish. There’s a lot of fun with code switching: royal talk during foreplay, then she drops into full slut mode once the clothes fly off. Some lines clearly came from someone thinking in another language first, which I like a lot. You get these slightly weird metaphors like “your cock is beating at my entrance like a war drum” and it accidentally hits way harder than generic porn talk. The animated sex scenes match that vibe: they’re not trying to be super realistic, they’re just hungry, kinda theatrical. Astra has this enormous ass that the camera absolutely worships, and the game knows very well why half the people are here. The furry designs go all in on curves and fluff, especially when monster girls show up and start comparing whose tits are heavier while you’re deciding which one to help “warm up” before the show. There is one annoying thing: sometimes the choice-heavy system pretends you have ten paths, but a couple times it loops you back to the same scene, like the game’s winking at you and saying yeah, you’re fucking the princess anyway, stop pretending you want to be pure. I wish some of the combat bits mattered more for the sex outcomes, but whatever, I’m already too busy replaying the scene where Astra taunts a pissed-off marquis in full costume, then kneels in front of a “monster” on stage and sucks him off as political theatre while the crowd roars like this is the new constitution.

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.