Shy boy Riko shows up in this nowhere town, clutching his bag like it will save his virgin soul, and the first thing you notice is how small he feels compared to the house he walks into. Auntie opens the door with this lazy smile, tits pressing against her too-tight top like she forgot she has a nephew now and not a fuckbuddy from college. She leans in for a hug, his face ends up right between her boobs, and the game just stays on that angle a little too long. Not complaining. Inside, the whole place is this weird mix of normal family home and pervy stage. Kitchen where “family dinners” happen, hallway that’s somehow always an excuse to bump into someone’s ass, his tiny room where he pretends to study while something obscene wiggles on the other side of the wall. There is no slow burn. You get teased every time you click something. Sit at the table? Aunt bends over to grab sauce and her huge ass fills the frame. Go to the bathroom? Someone “forgot” a bra the size of his head on the sink. School is not safer either, just more skirts and more excuses to get pinned against lockers by girls who are way too comfortable touching him.

What really gets me is how the game pretends to be this casual sandbox while it quietly turns you into a complete pervert. At first you’re like “ok, I’ll just talk, be polite, I’m a good boy” and ten minutes later you’re timing your walk through the hallway so you can “accidentally” brush your hand along cousin’s petite butt when she squeezes past you. There is this one scene where Riko falls asleep on the couch, TV still running, and wakes up to someone’s hand in his lap. You don’t see the face right away, just the hand moving, the fabric stretching. Then camera pulls up, and it’s not the one you expected. I actually said “oh fuck off” out loud and then kept watching anyway. The futa angle creeps in like that, not all at once, more like “hey, you thought she was just a tomboy? surprise, she’s got more dick than you and is perfectly happy to grind it against your ass while pretending it’s just a joke.” The teasing never really stops. They grope him in the kitchen, at school, in the damn stairway. You think you’re in control because you choose where to go and who to visit, but every path ends in someone pressing their body on him or flashing tits when he turns around. Sometimes the humor lands, like when Riko tries to watch a “serious” movie with Aunt and she uses his lap as a pillow and just keeps shifting, her big ass moving like it has its own agenda, and he’s trying to hold the popcorn without dropping it while his dick is screaming. Other times the jokes are so stupid I opened Twitter and scrolled for a bit instead of clicking, but then I came back because the animations have this filthy charm. Bodies feel heavy, boobs have weight, asses jiggle when you slap them, and the whole thing looks just awkward enough to feel real, like some horny home video with a budget. I kept wishing there was some small quiet moment where nobody is trying to grind on him or call him “good boy” in that too-sweet family voice, but yeah, that’s not happening here and you know it the second Auntie “accidentally” grabs his cock through his pants while “searching his pockets for keys.” Riko pretends to be shy. You pretend to care. Everyone in that house is one wrong move away from fucking on the dinner table and the game knows it.

Life kicks you in the balls, spits on you a little, then sends you back to your crappy small town with a useless degree and zero plan. That’s where you start here. No epic hero, no chosen one, just a tired guy with no job, cold looks from the people who took him in, and the constant feeling that life is already over before it even got good. Then she shows up. Not in some cute “anime girl trips into your lap” way either. More like “horns, claws, way-too-sultry voice, and eyes that know exactly how much of a loser you are” kind of entrance. She calls herself a goddess. She looks like something your priest would have a stroke over. And she wants you. Not for your charm. For a deal. Your body, your sins, your help… in exchange for a life where you actually get to fuck your way through power, revenge, and very, very unholy romance.

The setup feels like some messed up dating sim smashed into a fantasy cult story. You go from sleeping in a room that smells like old socks to getting pulled into a world where nuns are not exactly pure, monster girls want more than a cuddle, and faith is something moaned, not whispered. You’re free to wander around, poke your nose where it shouldn’t be, slide into people’s lives, then into their beds. One route you’re sweet-talking a strict religious milf who thinks she can “save” you, next moment you’re on your knees between her thighs, hands buried in her big ass while she forgets all about God. Another time you’re dealing with a smug futa with a holy symbol on her chest and a very unholy problem in her pants, watching her ahegao while you stroke her off, half guilty, half addicted. Sometimes it’s soft, like kissing a shy monster girl under the moon, her tentacles wrapping around your legs while she gives you a slow, sloppy blowjob that feels like it takes ages. Sometimes it’s five bodies tangled at once, tits pressed together, tongues crossing, your cock sliding between big breasts while someone else sucks on your toes and another girl rides your face. It jumps from romance to filth so fast your brain just kind of gives up and enjoys the ride.

What makes it fun is how messy it feels. You’re not some confident porn hero. You’re awkward, you say the wrong shit, you pick a choice because you’re horny and suddenly you’re in a threesome you absolutely were not ready for. One moment you’re holding a girl’s hand, promising her something sweet, and the next you’re pinned to an altar with her and her “sister” grinding on you, swapping spit over your mouth, both of them moaning your name like it’s a prayer. There’s lesbian stuff all over the place too, like you walk in on two monster girls going down on each other and instead of the usual “oh no, I’m sorry,” you just quietly sit, watch, and the game lets it play out, full animated tongues and all. Interracial, milfs, futas, holy girls, monster cuties, mobile-friendly enough that you can sneak a quick footjob scene on your phone while pretending to scroll Instagram. Sometimes the pacing is weird and scenes hit you out of nowhere, like you were just trying to grind a bit and suddenly a nun is sucking you off behind the church, drool dripping down your shaft, eyes rolled up like a possessed angel. But honestly, that chaos fits the whole “sold your soul to a horny goddess with an agenda” vibe. It feels less like a clean porn catalog and more like your life went off the rails and landed right in a pile of tits, tentacles, and very bad decisions that feel really, really good.

Kat’s life is a total mess in the most fun way. One minute she is half naked on stream with cat ears on, milking subs while pretending to “struggle” with some puzzle game, the next she is in a real classroom solving math problems faster than the teacher. Same girl, same big ass stuffed into a way too tight skirt, completely different masks. The game throws you right into that chaos. You are basically riding shotgun in her head while she flips between being the shy nerdy student, the thirsty gamer girl who loves when chat spams emotes, and the bratty little slut who knows exactly how to use her body to get what she wants. It is not subtle. She flashes tits on camera, teases her stepmom in the kitchen while pretending nothing is happening, then goes to campus like her pussy wasn’t just dripping on a gaming chair. Also I swear whoever modeled her boobs is a pervert, they bounce even when she just breathes. That’s praise by the way. Mostly.

The school stuff hits different than usual porn VN trash. You are doing these light puzzle moments and math mini bits while she is literally texting two people she is fucking at the same time. Girlfriend asking if she can come over and “study,” professor sending a voice message about “private tutoring.” You know exactly what kind of oral exam is coming and you still click it. There is this classroom scene where she solves a problem at the board, chalk dust on her fingers, skirt riding up, and you can feel the prof staring at her ass. Later he has her on that same desk, panties around one ankle, hand clamped on the back of her neck while he buries her face in the notebook she used earlier. Creampie on the page with all the equations. Real high level education. And the voice acting helps too. Kat moans through her teeth when she tries to stay quiet, girlfriend’s voice goes all soft when she slides down between Kat’s legs, the stepmom has this deep, lazy “I own you” tone that will probably ruin some people forever. Sometimes the moans sound a bit too clean, like recorded in a padded room, and it pulls you out for a second, but then you get a wet choking sound during a blowjob and forget what you were annoyed about.

What really sticks is how filthy the house feels without actually being dirty. Kitchen looks normal, but you know the stepmom has fucked her there. There is this voyeur moment where Kat sneaks to the door, watches her stepmom stroke herself on the couch, fat cock in her hand, phone in the other, and you can see Kat bite her lip, fingers already under her shorts. The game loves exhibitionism too. She does a cosplay stream in a “safe” school uniform, then slowly unbuttons it while reading dumb messages from chat. At one point she “accidentally” sets the camera a bit too low and you get that perfect under table view while she gives a secret handjob off screen. Only it is not off screen for you. And then you get lesbian scenes with the girlfriend that are full on soft and romantic until Kat just grabs her head and rides her face like she is farming XP. Then later she calls her the “good girl” and you remember that Kat is not actually the victim here, she is the one juggling everyone. The pacing is weird sometimes, it jumps from goofy humor to incest tension to futa domination in a few clicks, like someone flicking TV channels with one hand while masturbating with the other, but that kind of fits. This is exactly the sort of game where a girl solves a math puzzle, sucks a cock as reward, then wipes her mouth and goes back to streaming like nothing happened. And I still hate the tiny mouse cursor in the main menu for some reason, it looks like it belongs in Windows 98, but yeah, anyway.

Grand Butt-Sex Hotel feels like the kind of game teenage me always dreamed about finding on some shady Flash site, except now it actually runs smooth on my phone and doesn’t crash when the good part starts. You play this kinda hapless dude who walks into this fancy hotel thinking “oh cool, job, money, normal life maybe” and instead you get thrown into a place where the managers and guests are mostly tall smug futa ladies with thick thighs, huge tits and way too much money, who look at you like you’re a walking stress toy. The whole vibe is luxury mixed with porn parody, like someone mashed a five-star resort with one of those cursed hentai doujins you pretend you “found by accident”. You’re basically staff and chew-toy at the same time. One second you’re talking politely at the front desk, the next a classy futa businesswoman is pushing you against the counter and making you suck her cock while the elevator dings in the background. The game treats that as completely normal, which is honestly kinda funny and hot at same time.

What really hit my nostalgia brain is how the humor and horny stuff are glued together. The dialogue is full of dumb jokes, weird “rich people fetish” lines, and that slightly awkward English that somehow makes the dirty talk work better. There’s this scene where a petite “trap” guest shows up looking cute and shy, then calmly pulls out a suitcase full of toys and asks if you’re “hotel-certified” for anal service, like it’s spa menu item. You get the dating sim vibe, picking how polite or thirsty your responses are, and it actually changes how hard they ride you later. One futa with a giant ass teases you for being “vanilla” if you only go for oral, then drags you to her room, bends you over the bed and you feel like you’re signing a contract with your asshole. Some of the animations are nicely timed with the moans, especially the oral shots where your head is bobbing and her balls tap your chin, but then sometimes a loop will reset at a weird moment and my brain just goes “why did her hips teleport”. And the loading between scenes on mobile Chrome lagged right during a blowjob payoff, which annoyed me more than it should, but I still kept playing, because of course I did.

The hotel setting lets them throw in all kinds of guests: tall dark-skinned futa with big tits who treats you like a room amenity, some smug white CEO type who wants you on your knees under the table during “business calls”, a nerdy girl with glasses who secretly has the thickest cock and uses a vibrating toy in your ass while she scrolls on her phone, barely looking at you. There are races mixed, body types, a lot of big asses pressing you into fancy sheets. Sometimes the female domination goes pretty hard, like humiliating dirty talk while they make you lick their shaft clean after anal, and other times it’s oddly sweet, like a futa patting your head after using you and tipping you like a good bellboy. It’s funny, because the game pretends to be this outrageous fetish buffet, but the thing that stuck with me most was one quiet moment in a hallway, where you’re exhausted, cum probably still dripping somewhere, and a guest just smirks, adjusts her bulge, and tells you she booked you for “wake-up service” tomorrow. That tiny little line hit way harder in my head than half the loud scenes. Also, the hotel lobby music slaps in the weirdest way. I caught myself humming it while opening TikTok, which is completely wrong for this kind of game and now my brain is cursed forever.

You start as this kinda broke, half‑sleeping journalism student who thinks he’s just chasing some dumb campus rumor, and then suddenly you’re knee‑deep in a blackmail mess where everyone’s horny, half‑guilty and way too hot to be real. It feels like opening a boring Google Doc for class and finding porn screenshots hidden between the paragraphs. One minute you’re asking normal interview questions, next minute a girl is “accidentally” spreading her legs in the library while pretending not to notice, and you’re choosing whether to keep it cool or lean into the pervy energy. The whole thing plays like a dating sim that got drunk and fell into a fetish forum. You bounce around the campus, coffee shop, staff rooms and weird quiet corners in this sandbox routine, chasing leads, sending risky messages, and trying not to jerk off every time the game tosses in a new explicit CG that looks a little too much like something generated at 3x strength on some AI art app.

The four main girls each pull you in a different way, and they’re messy in a very human way. Rina hits you with that “I don’t care about you, idiot” tsundere act, then five clicks later she’s pressing you against a wall and daring you to look her in the eyes while she strokes you off in some half‑lit corridor where anyone could walk in. She calls you a pervert while blushing hard, and then later blackmails you with your own dick pics you stupidly left in chat. Kira is the brainy one, all logic and spreadsheets, helping you track victims and suspects like she’s building a case file in Notion, but her mouth says “professional partner” while her hands wander under the desk, slipping into your pants mid‑conversation about motives. She’ll break down a pattern in the blackmail messages, then casually ask if you’ve ever let a futa girl use your throat like a toy. Sofie at the coffee shop is that chaotic energy. She flirts for tips, remembers your order, and suddenly you’re in the storage room with your pants around your ankles, her tongue sliding slow while she jokes about giving “premium customer service.” She’ll send you a selfie later, bra pushed up, asking if you’re masturbating to it right now. And Mila, the teacher, has that dangerous vibe: soft voice, strict eyes, and this way of stepping way too close when she’s “interrogating” you about the case. Half the time she looks like she wants to fail you; the other half she looks like she wants to bend you over her desk and see how good you scream when she doesn’t let you finish.

What surprised me is how the humor and the dirty stuff keep tripping over each other. One scene you’re grilling a suspect about anonymous blackmail texts, and the next scene you’re helping a girl compose her own anonymous message that’s literally just her teasing she’s not wearing panties in the classroom. There’s this whole exhibition streak running through it: girls flashing you in public spaces, blowjobs in risky corners, forcing you to keep your voice down while they ride you in a room that’s way too close to other people. Some of the AI‑generated CGs look wild, like the hands are a bit cursed or a boob’s angle is kinda off, and I liked it more because of that. It feels raw, like a horny sketchbook, not some polished corporate porn. You’re constantly choosing whether to be sweet, manipulative, romantic, or just absolutely filthy. Sometimes your “good guy” answer somehow leads to even kinkier payoff, which is funny and a bit fucked up. You can go from awkward first kiss to swallowing cum in a bathroom stall in like ten clicks, then sit in your dorm later staring at your in‑game phone, wondering if you should send that risky text that might turn into blackmail power over her or backfire and put your nudes in someone else’s hands. The game doesn’t really care if you play lover, perv, or amateur detective; it just keeps tossing situations where romance, threats, and sex tangle together until you forget if you’re solving the case or just using it as excuse to watch beautiful disasters of girls fall apart on your dick in every wrong place possible.

Future matriarchy, soft boy protagonist, and a city where every woman looks like she could bench press your car and then sit on your face just because she feels like it. That is the vibe here. You play this cute, kinda pathetic in a hot way, guy tossed into a world where women run everything: government, corporations, street gangs, even the damn coffee shop. Men are treated more like pretty pets than equal partners, and the whole game pushes you to ask if you are fine being a pampered little slut or if you actually want to risk all that comfort to change anything. It sounds heavy, and sometimes it really is, but then it throws in a dick joke or a ridiculous dialogue choice and suddenly you're laughing while getting choked by a girl with biceps thicker than your thighs.

The core of it is pretty simple to explain, but it does not feel simple when you play. You talk, you choose, you grind stats, relationships shift, and your past choices come back when you already forgot them. Like that time I thought it was funny to tease a futa officer about her uniform being “a bit tight in the crotch.” Three scenes later she had me on my knees in a storage closet, one hand on my hair, reminding me exactly what I said and giving me a “punishment lesson” in oral that lasted way longer than I expected. If you lean into submission, women treat you like a living sex toy: collars, leashes, public humiliation, being paraded around by a muscle girl who casually flexes while your mouth is busy on her. If you try to push back, you get a different kind of heat: power struggles, angry kisses, rough sex where you suddenly realize you are not as in control as you thought. The incest angle pops up too, and it is not shy. There is that fucked up mix of “I know this is wrong” and “I want her to ruin me anyway” when your own family member corners you in your room, presses you against the wall, huge tits in your face, asking in a soft voice why you always look so cute when you are scared. The game never lectures you about it, it just lets you walk straight into that moral swamp and then wallow.

What surprised me is how often the game lets you be kind of romantic and filthy at the same time. One route, I played as this loyal, slightly confused guy who keeps falling for strong women who could literally snap his neck. There was this muscle girl who starts as your bullying personal trainer, always calling you “weakling” and making you do push ups while her cock print is right in front of your nose. Later you share this quiet rooftop scene where she awkwardly admits she likes that you do not run away from her size, then five minutes later she is riding your face so hard the world goes blurry and you can hear neighbors from the next building complaining. The tonal whiplash actually works. One moment you are in a silly dating sim argument about who pays for dinner, the next she is making you lick her sweat off her abs after a workout because “a good boy should not waste protein.” It pretends to be a sandbox, and sometimes that just means you wander around talking to weirdos, getting dragged into scenes with traps in cute outfits or mature women with big asses who use you like a toy and then send you a heart emoji on some fake in-game messenger app that looks suspiciously like WhatsApp. The game laughs at you in little ways: your character model is always a bit too pretty, the dialogue sometimes calls you out for being horny, and the moral questions are never neatly solved. You can join the dominant system or try to tear it down, but either way you are still sucking someone’s cock in a back alley at some point, and the game knows it and kinda winks at you. There is a nasty honesty in that, even when the pacing is all over the place and a few scenes feel like the writer just got distracted and threw in another blowjob. I got annoyed that one route locked me out just because I refused to kneel once, but then the next day I was back, trying again, because I wanted to see how far this cute little femboy could go if he stopped resisting and just let these terrifyingly hot women own him completely.

Train home, one hand on the phone, other hand pretending to hold the rail, and this game pops back in my head again. That dumb little title I opened “just for a quick peek” on Firefox between Slack pings, and then suddenly I’m watching this kinda pathetic, kinda hot Futa MC jerking off in a school locker room to a girl’s cardigan like it’s the Holy Grail. Asuna is exactly that type: quiet, looks normal, huge secret between her legs, brain packed with way too much horny. It’s all school corridors, after-class empty rooms, the faint smell you imagine from gym clothes and panties stuffed into a bag. She’s obsessed with Sakurako in such a messy, stalker way that it should feel wrong, but the writing leans into it so hard it becomes this weirdly honest fantasy of “what if my crush actually caught me doing this and didn’t freak out, just stared and said keep going”. When Sakurako sees her buried in the closet, dick out, using her clothes like a tissue, the whole mood flips in like two lines. No big romance speech, just that one line where she asks to watch, and suddenly the whole story pivots from secret perv to exhibition pet project. That turn is where the game sold me. I was already on board for the jerk-off-in-uniforms stuff, but it hits different when the target of the lust starts leaning in instead of running away.

Scenes feel like they’re written by someone who has actually edged to eroge in a cramped apartment and not some “professional” writer polishing every line. There’s a lot of clumsy phrasing, some horny repetition, and the audio is that super recognizable Japanese voice style where the girl sounds half embarrassed, half demon in heat. Sometimes the moans go on a bit too long while the text is saying almost nothing, and I kept tapping through like, yeah yeah I get it, she’s panting, please let me see what she does next with that toy. But then a line would land perfectly, like when Sakurako casually orders Asuna to stroke slower while she’s still in uniform, one shoe slipped off, and I just stopped and reread it. The power dynamic is funny because Asuna is the one with the dick, but she’s also the one basically chained by her own crush, getting told when to jerk, when to stop, where to cum. There’s a scene with her on her knees under a desk, trying to keep quiet while someone passes outside the classroom, and I actually grinned like an idiot on the subway, which is… not ideal. The different routes sneak up on you too. I picked choices almost at random on my phone, thinking “okay, this is clearly the horny option”, and then later I realized I completely locked myself into a more twisted relationship path without noticing. One run I ended up with a really intimate mutual play scene that felt almost sweet, the next I got something colder and way more humiliating, same two girls, same setting, just slightly different chain of “yes” to her requests. Some of the AI-touched art looks off in tiny places, like fingers fused weird or a stray strand of hair doing impossible gymnastics, and it pulled me out for a second, but then the next frame would hit me with Asuna’s face glazed and eyes rolled up, full ahegao, and honestly my brain just shut up and let it happen. Perfect for those shameless “five minutes in the bathroom with Chrome incognito and headphones half in” kind of sessions.

You wake up in a world that finally stopped killing itself with wars, and somehow it feels even weirder. No epic quest, no demon lord to stab, just this quiet, awkward peace and a hometown where people are falling into this slow, horny coma called Blissful Sleep. They look peaceful, but something is very wrong, and of course your own sister is hit by it, so you drag your ass back home. Daytime is all about pretending to be a normal adventurer who totally doesn’t get turned on by half the people in town. You plan routes, buy gear, manage your team like some horny version of a strategy RPG, but every little choice is secretly about who you want closer, who you tease, who you push into your orbit. There’s a priestess who talks about purity and then accidentally brushes your thigh a bit too long, a strict milf who pretends she’s only here to keep order but blushes like crazy when you actually flirt, and a monster girl with way too many sharp teeth who still somehow feels like the safest one to fall asleep next to. Text boxes look harmless until suddenly someone is on their knees and you’re trying to pretend you didn’t just click through a blowjob scene in two seconds by mistake because your hand slipped.

Night comes and the real shit starts. You drop into the dream world, and that place doesn’t care about your morals at all. It’s turn based, it’s dice, it’s numbers on the screen, but the fights feel dirty in a good way. Succubi taunt you mid combat, offering buffs if you “relax your guard” and let them sit on your face between turns. There’s this futa knight who shows up like some recurring miniboss, towering over you, cock already half hard, offering you a “truce” where she pins you down and uses your body as tribute. Lose to her too many times and you kinda stop being sure who’s dominating who, because yeah she’s the one fucking you, but you’re the one choosing to lean into it every time. The game lets you tongue-first your way through monster girls, slide into warm dream pussies, fill them until their bellies twitch, then throws you back into the daytime like nothing happened. Religion shows up twisted inside the dreams, holy symbols glowing while a pious girl wraps her tits around your shaft, whispering prayers while she milks you for another creampie in the name of “salvation”. You’re supposed to be solving the curse, finding the core of the Blissful Sleep, but some runs you just wander from event to event, pushing lust values, half-accidentally turning a kind woman into someone who begs strangers for cock in her dreams because you kept choosing the slightly more pervy option whenever it popped up. And somewhere in there, between a teasing handjob in the camp tent and a brutal futa-on-hero pegging session after a bad roll, you realize you’re not just exploring the dream world. It’s exploring you back.

Champion of I: Luxuria feels like someone mashed together a horny tabletop campaign, a twisted VN, and one of those old browser RPGs you secretly played in the school computer lab, then sprinkled futa demon dick on top just to see who flinches first. You play a male Guardian tossed into this trial continent thing, Eden, where every second NPC is either trying to kill you, fuck you, convert you to their weird cult, or some chaotic mix of all three. It’s fantasy, but not the comfy kind. More like “congrats, you survived the ambush, here’s a monster girl who wants to drain you dry through your cock” kind. And the game just looks at you like, well, what do you do now, genius. The whole thing runs as a sort of point and click story flow with turn based combat stapled into it, where you’re juggling stats, conditions and relationships while also trying to remember which character you promised anal to. Scenes swing pretty fast from tense combat to filthy sex, and sometimes both bleed into each other in this way that feels kinda wrong and kinda perfect for this setting.

The sex itself is not subtle at all. You get vaginal, oral, anal, futa on male, monster girls who are way too into your suffering, weird swinging situations where your supposed harem members are trading fluids like it’s a Discord server gone wild. There’s this one moment early where you “save” a monster girl and the game quietly checks if you’re the kind of degenerate who offers your ass as a thank you or if you play the noble hero and just, you know, fuck her normally. Later on, I ran into a futa priestess who basically turned a victory scene into a full on worship session around my cock, and the game let me either lean into the goddess of lust vibe or resist it and feel like an absolute idiot. The writing is talky, sometimes too dramatic, then suddenly drops a line that sounds like it was written by a horny shitposter on Reddit. I kinda love that, but also sometimes it reads like the dev wrote it at 3% brain battery while scrolling Twitter on another monitor. The combat is fine, sometimes actually brutal, with status effects that stick around and make the next sex scene hit different because your guy is exhausted, cursed, or literally marked by some chaos thing. There is a sandbox feel, lots of routes, lots of choices that don’t hold your hand, and yeah, you can absolutely screw yourself out of content by choosing badly without the game apologizing. It’s messy, thirsty, dark as hell, but in that way where you keep telling yourself “one more scene” while Discord pings stack up and you ignore them.

Dirty little war story, that is what this feels like. You’re this guy, Hidu, ex-soldier, merc now, and the world doesn’t give a shit whether you survive or not. City is rotten from top to bottom, nobles throwing money and bodies around like it’s Tinder Gold, and under that there is this whole mess of beastfolk, horny cult types with horns everywhere, and a lot of asses that probably shouldn’t be as fuckable as they are. It reads like somebody mashed a grim fantasy novel with Pornhub search history and forgot to clean their browser after. Text hits you first, quite a lot of it, more like sexting with a crazy ex who also knows how to worldbuild. Then the illustrations pop in and you go “oh, ok, that fox girl actually has ridiculous tits” and you lose the thread of the political intrigue for a second.

Controls are simple, choices on the screen, you poke around like in a sandbox, only instead of Minecraft blocks you’re rearranging who gets tied up and who gets fucked. Sometimes you walk around the port, visit some shady bar, try to act like you care about missing enforcers, and suddenly you’re balls deep in a chained-up futa wolf who could probably break your spine if you slip the tongue wrong. There is this one scene in a warehouse, I swear, where I meant to just interrogate a captured spy. I picked the rough option, thinking “ok, light intimidation,” and five clicks later I’m slapping this curvy catgirl’s ass, collar around her throat, making her beg to take it in the ass too. The game lets you slide from “I’m a professional mercenary” to “I’m the daddy you hate to love” without really putting a line there. Felt a bit like when some guy in my cam chat tips extra and suddenly the roleplay gets darker than I planned, but I kinda enjoy it anyway.

I like that Hidu is not written as some awkward virgin fantasy loser. He knows what he wants, he can be a real bastard, but not always. You pick if you break someone or tease them, and sometimes the text hits this nice brutal honesty like, “yeah, he’s doing it because it turns him on, not because it’s noble.” Kind of refreshing. But then, once or twice, the game acts like you had some huge character arc and I was like, when? I just spent ten scenes railing a goat-horned futa in every hole she has and calling her my pet, don’t pretend I’m suddenly noble hero. And there is a tiny thing that annoyed me: the text boxes sometimes scroll at weird moments, cutting a sentence where I really wanted to sit with it, like right when it describes sliding into a tight ass or when she finally stops fighting the rope and melts. It’s small, but my brain fixates on that more than on who is killing all those enforcers. Plot is there, sure, war, gangs, some big storm coming, whatever. I kept getting distracted by whether the next scene would let me stuff both pussy and ass in the same chain of choices or if I had to pick. Also, furry stuff: if animal ears and tails make you wet, you’re going to be happy, the game doesn’t treat them as a joke. Some of these girls, and a couple of those futa “girls”, are absolute meat. Thighs like they could crush your skull, tits that probably break armor, and you topping them anyway, choking them out gently or not so gently, reading the lines and thinking “yeah, this writer has seen some dark Pornhub categories too.” And then out of nowhere, there is like three paragraphs about the city smell and the broken cobblestone and merc guild politics and I found myself skimming, then feeling guilty because actually it’s pretty decent, then immediately skipping again when the next anal scene appeared. I’m not proud. Actually I am. Whatever.