Rob’s whole life is kinda fucked from the start, which is honestly the best thing about this game. He’s this broke college dude nobody in his family really gives a shit about, except when they need him out of the way. Parents emotionally ghosted him, all the attention is on the sister, and he’s just drifting. It’s not tragic in that sad indie movie way, though, it’s more like: “yeah, life dumped on him… now watch what he does with it.” The moment he walks into that poker game, you already feel this quiet “oh, something’s about to go off the rails.” And it does. Hard. The dev doesn’t waste time with fake tension. One stupid decision, one risky hand, and suddenly Rob’s sex life goes from zero to “how the hell is this still legal” pretty fast.

The girls don’t fall in his lap for free, which I liked and also hated. You’ve got to push through all this awkward tension, family drama, bad choices, little moral lines getting crossed, and it builds up the horny in a slow burn that sometimes actually pays off. When a scene finally opens up and you get Rob going from shy loser to grabbing a girl by the hips, tongue deep in her while she’s pinned against something, it hits stronger because you remember where he started. The game loves messy faces and stupidly expressive eyes, those over-the-top ahegao looks that would be cringe in theory but here they kind of fit the whole “world gone wrong” vibe. The animations don’t try to be Hollywood smooth, they just focus on what matters: thrusts that look like they actually have weight, lips wrapping around him in a way that feels wet and a bit too detailed, that tiny pause right before he pushes all the way in and she twitches. Sometimes the angles are weird for no reason, like the camera is horny and confused, and I respect that.

What really hooked me was when the story stops pretending Rob is some innocent victim and starts treating him like a guy who’s totally fine fucking his way through every problem. You can feel this tiny power fantasy bloom: he starts talking with a bit more bite, standing closer, saying shit he wouldn’t dare say before. One scene he’s getting ridden lazy and slow, almost sweet, then later he’s practically using a girl like a toy, mouth full, eyes rolled, and the audio really sells it. Moans hit that not-quite-voice-acted but not cheap either zone, wet sounds are aggressive in your headphones, and the little gasps when he speeds up are filthy in a good way. I had Spotify running in the background at one point, a chill playlist, and it actually worked way too well with a bathroom quickie scene, so now my “focus” mix is ruined forever. If you jump in, best way to enjoy it is to lean into Rob being a bit of an asshole, take risks at the poker table, follow the situations that feel wrong but hot, and don’t rush-click through the build up, or you’ll miss half the fun that makes the cumshots feel earned instead of just another loop.

You wake up in this other world and the first thing that happens is a small-time goddess practically trips over herself calling you “great warrior” with the same confidence I lie on my resume. She looks like she should be handling prayers about lost socks, not shaping reality, and yet suddenly she’s glued to you, asking for advice about fate, morality, and whether it’s okay to dress like that in public temples. The game kind of throws you in the middle of this mess and just trusts your horny little brain to steer both your own destiny and hers. Which is a terrible idea, obviously, so it works perfectly. You’re not just clicking through pretty pictures; you’re playing therapist, corruptor, fake hero, and occasionally actual hero when you accidentally pick the “good” option while trying to get into someone’s pants. The goddess herself swings between sweet, unsure, “please notice me” cutie and dangerously hot demoness who looks like she’d burn a village for fun, then ask you if you liked the show. And yes, you can push her one way or the other. Slowly. Intimately. With dialogue choices that start out harmless and then go straight into “oh, guess I’m the bad influence now.”

The harem part doesn’t politely knock on the door, it just barges in. You go from confused outsider to the center of attention so fast it feels like you signed up for Tinder Gold by accident. Every woman you meet has an angle: the devoted priestess who clearly has a crush on the goddess but somehow ends up half undressed in front of you, the battle-hardened milf who talks like she’s here to train you for war and then lets your “training” slide into her bedroom, the noble lady who hides her filth behind manners that last about two dialogue boxes. It’s not just “collect them all” either; your choices mean some of them see you as a shining champion, others see you as the walking red flag they still want to fuck. That shift is honestly the best part. One scene she’s calling you “sir” with wide innocent eyes, ten minutes later she’s riding you like you’re the last relic of her faith, moaning about how the goddess is watching. Or not watching. Hard to say, she might be in the next room pretending she doesn’t hear anything. Unless you turned her into a jealous demoness already and now she wants to join.

The writing has that slightly chaotic energy where one line is heartfelt and the next line is horny enough to get you banned from Instagram. Sometimes you get these surprisingly heavy moments, like the goddess asking if she’s just your toy or if you actually care, and you’re sitting there half-hard trying to decide between “comfort her” or “ruin her.” Then in the middle of that, the game suddenly throws in a random side girl showing up with a quest that somehow ends with you pressed against a wall, hand between her thighs while she whispers that she’ll worship you instead of any god. There were a couple of spots where the pacing feels weird, like a serious moral choice right after a scene where you had someone bent over an altar, but honestly it fits the vibe. It’s messy, horny, and strangely sincere. The fantasy world itself does enough to feel alive without wasting your time on long boring lore dumps; you’re here to ruin divine reputations, not read a wiki. Sometimes the UI annoyed me for no real reason and I still kept clicking, which probably says a lot about my priorities. On my phone, playing in Chrome while pretending to check WhatsApp, I kept telling myself “just one more scene” and instead ended up changing the goddess from clumsy sweetheart into something that would absolutely get me excommunicated in real life. Anyway, there was this one temple scene with candles, her in half-corrupted form, and three different ways to twist it into something beautiful or fucked up and halfway through describing it I’m realizing I forgot what my original point was. Whatever. You’ll figure it out.

Natsuki really should stop going on vacation. Every time this woman leaves her house, someone ends up buried deep inside her who is not her husband, and honestly, I respect the commitment to bad choices. This time it is supposed to be a fancy hotel date with Yoshihiko, grown up, classy, proper married couple stuff. Champagne, soft music, the kind of evening you post to Instagram with some fake quote about everlasting love, you know? Then they get shuffled into sharing a table with Tatsuki, this rich old gentleman with that polite smile that screams "I have ruined plenty of marriages and slept just fine after." The story just quietly slides from warm romance into that queasy, horny territory where you already know everything is about to go wrong, you just do not know how fast. Half the erotic tension is in the way the game makes you sit through all the little social details: knees brushing under the table, wine being poured a little too slowly, his hand resting a bit too near her thigh. It is not subtle, but in that good trashy drama way. Like watching a cheating wife JAV you know is scripted, but still yelling at the screen, "Girl, you are not coming back from this."

The game hits that sweet, nasty spot where you are not just watching Natsuki get corrupted, you are basically helping gravity pull her panties down. She sits there in her pretty wife uniform, acting polite, blushing when Tatsuki leans in too close, pretending to be shocked when his hand creeps up her leg under the tablecloth. And you get stuck in this loop of small choices, not big cinematic ones. Let her pull away, or let her freeze for a second longer. Let her pretend she did not notice his fingers brushing her inner thigh. Let her excuse herself to the bathroom, where of course the "gentleman" just happens to follow and pin her softly to the wall, whispering about how she tasted that summer, like he is remembering a favorite dessert instead of someone else’s wife. It is cruel in that slow way, where her wedding ring is always right there in the frame while she is getting her mouth stuffed or her legs pushed apart. She gives these little protests, especially at first, all "we cannot, I am married now, I love Yoshi" while her body is already grinding on his cock, her breasts bouncing out of her dress, nipples slipping free. There is one scene at the hotel room door that almost broke me: she tries to go back to her faithful husband, eyes wet, then turns around and walks back down the hall to Tatsuki’s room instead, like her feet just betrayed her. No big speech, no huge drama, just a quiet, horny surrender. Next shot, she is on all fours on his bed, ass up, wedding ring shining while he pumps her full and she moans his name instead of "husband." It is mean. It is hot. It is that kind of story where the second time she cheats feels worse and better at the same time, and you sit there, lonely, clicking through it all on your phone and wondering why fictional people get more intense sex than you ever did.

Atlas trying to babysit a whole realm full of horny monsters and clueless humans is already funny, but here it actually works. You start as this ancient vampire prince, super old, super tired, and still somehow a total snack. He’s supposed to keep “peace” between realms, but it feels more like he’s just wandering around picking up girls who all secretly (or not so secretly) want his cock. The whole thing kicks off when he catches this strange scent in a bunch of humans and goes “ok what the fuck is that,” finds Leyala, and from there it snowballs into big fantasy drama plus constant sexual tension. The game treats sex less like reward and more like gravity: everything keeps falling into it sooner or later. One moment you’re trying to figure out what she’s hiding, next moment you’re watching her blush while she stares at your fangs and you just know she wants them on her neck and your dick everywhere else.

What I really like as a kawaii smut collector is how different the girls feel when they open up, not just personality, but how they fuck. One petite “innocent” virgin type will be shaking the first time she goes down on you, drool on her chin, eyes all wet, like she’s scared to wrap her lips around you but still pushes her tongue under the shaft. Then later you get a total milf with curves for days, who just grabs your cock with this bored queen energy and starts a slow handjob while talking about politics, like she’s multitasking masturbation and statecraft. There’s this scene where an exhibitionist elf basically dares you to take her on a balcony; she’s moaning while people walk under, and you’re pounding her from behind, her ass bouncing while she tries not to scream. I kept stopping the animation just to stare at the tiny details: the way her nipples jiggle, the flex in her thighs, the strings of cum when you go for a facial. The 3D style is not perfect, some faces look a bit plastic at some angles, but then you hit one of those animated creampie shots, semen leaking slowly out of a stretched pussy, and you kinda forget everything you wanted to complain about.

The harem side sneaks up on you. At first it’s just you and Leyala, that slow burn romance where you almost touch, almost kiss, and then the game suddenly throws you into a threesome with her and another girl who has no shame about licking your shaft right after it was inside someone else. Later, you’re tangled in this messy foursome where there are enough tits that you lose count. One girl is riding your face, another is grinding on your cock, a third is busy kissing and fingering the fourth, and you just hear wet noises everywhere, plus those cute little gasps when someone gets surprised by a finger in the ass. There’s anal, assjobs, titfucks, lesbian side-scenes where you basically turn into a viewer while the girls taste each other, and even this one interracial moment I didn’t expect: your pale vampire body pressed against this dark-skinned beauty, her legs wrapped around you while you push her against a wall, his dominance really intense there. The male domination vibe is strong but not brainless; sometimes you pin a girl by her wrists and fuck her hard, sometimes you cuddle after a messy vaginal creampie and she falls asleep with your cum still warm inside her. Oh, and handjobs are oddly frequent, like the dev has a personal thing for fingers and shafts. I wish there was slightly more pure masturbation focus, just a long scene of a girl rubbing herself thinking about you, but I doubt they’ll ever change that. Anyway, if your brain likes vampires and your lower parts like harems, oral, creampies, and animated filth, you’ll end up “checking one more scene” and suddenly your whole night is gone.

In this small community, things are not quite what you might expect. Our protagonist is an imperfect young man who grew up as the target of bullying, a real nobody with a literal bag over his head. As much as he can’t help what he looks like, he also can’t help but be empathetic to those around him. Players are challenged to look beneath the surface and explore the depth of rich storytelling within. After a series of tragic circumstances, his life will change completely! He will be given the chance to rise from his outcast origins to become either the biggest pimp the world has ever seen... or overcome his primal urges to stand up against an organization that has become the world's worst bully, all while seducing, romancing, and exploring the residents of his home town. Will you choose to be an enslaver or a noble savior of the world? Or will you blow it all up and lose everything? Will you discipline and corrupt those you meet? Or will you show compassion and love, perhaps leading to romance and fatherhood? The choice is yours...

You start as this washed-up brothel manager who clearly peaked seasons ago and is now crawling back into the game, and the whole thing feels like someone mashed a dating sim with a messy management spreadsheet and a horny Game of Thrones fanfic. You click around the city map, hunt for scenes, drag stats up and down, try not to bankrupt yourself while you “train” noble ladies who probably should be ruling kingdoms instead of riding your dick on a dusty sofa. The tone jumps all over the place: one moment you’re giving serious political advice to a queen, next moment you’re timing a handjob scene with a silly little arousal bar like it’s a rhythm game for degenerates. I kinda loved it. I kinda hated it. Then I clicked “next day” again.

The main thing that works is how each girl has her own ladder of corruption, and yeah, it’s absolutely a ladder, with small kinks at the start and full-on harem chaos at the top. With Daenerys, for example, the first time she lets you touch her it’s this stiff, awkward groping in a dim room, she’s acting all high and mighty, and you only got that far because you pushed her influence stat higher than her pride. Ten in-game days later you’re managing her schedule so she can fit in a public blowjob “for morale” after a council meeting, while you’re calculating income from nobles who pay extra to watch. I was literally alt-tabbing to Google Sheets to track which route opened which voyeur scene, because the game just shrugs and says “figure it out, perv.” It pretends to be point & click, but secretly it’s an achievement hunt with boobs.

What cracked me up is how serious it pretends to be about politics. You’re arranging alliances, pushing these women toward crowns and castles, but the reward for a smart decision is usually some filthy humiliation scene in a side room. There’s this bit with Cersei where you think you’re just negotiating terms, then one wrong dialogue choice and she’s on her knees, covered by half the guard in a bukkake mess, glaring at you like it’s your fault she’s enjoying it. And yeah, it is. Or the first lesbian scene between Margaery and Sansa where it starts like soft teasing, slow kissing, just a little voyeur angle from the keyhole, and then suddenly Margaery is stuffing a toy between Sansa’s thighs while you’re outside the door deciding if you want to interrupt them for “business reasons.” I picked “wait” just to see if there was a second stage. There was. Twice. Honestly I got more invested in ticking off their creampie variations than in the actual power endings, then later I complained to myself the game had too many endings.

It’s rough in places though. Sometimes you grind influence or gold for several cycles, get hyped, trigger a new scene with Melisandre, and it’s literally just her talking in circles about fire while she lazily jerks you off. Then the next event is her using you like a toy, tying you up, dripping wax and chanting while three other girls watch and take turns sitting on your face. No warning, no ramp-up, just “ok, we’re doing cult-level bdsm now.” I liked that whiplash. I didn’t. The UI is a bit of a cluttered mess, too, tiny clickable hotspots on the map and in rooms, so half of my achievements unlocked by accident because I misclicked a door and walked in on Missandei and Ygritte grinding on each other, both trying to pretend it’s “training for future husbands.” That was a good misclick though. On the other hand I kept obsessing over one tiny thing: tooltips sometimes tell you “raising obedience unlocks new actions” and then you raise it and nothing obvious happens, but ten in-game days later, boom, group sex event in a bathhouse with three Stark women like it’s the most normal staff meeting of the week. The pacing is trash and perfect at the same time, like those memes where your save file name is “just one more scene.” I kinda wish there was a proper gallery, I kinda don’t, because hunting the scenes down with bad notes in my phone made it feel more dirty. Anyway, the whole thing is basically a big corruption puzzle where the reward is seeing queens, warriors and “proper” ladies on their knees, spread, collared, sometimes with ahegao faces that look too silly and still somehow hit just right.

Lazuli is that kind of protagonist you usually see as a side joke in hentai: horny mad scientist, weird potions, zero moral brakes. Here she’s the center of everything, and the whole game just leans into that idea of “what if a futa alchemist decided the world is her test lab and every girl she likes is a guinea pig with tits.” The Cumcoction is her proud invention, but it behaves more like a jealous deity than a simple drug. One drop and a shy virgin trainer girl suddenly starts grinding on a table corner; a proud swordswoman wakes up from “just a drink” with hazy memories, cum leaking out of her ass, and a faint sense that she liked it way too much. The story keeps this strange mix of silly and fucked‑up: Lazuli talks about alchemy like a nerd who reads too many grimoires, but then she’s also the same maniac who will jerk off behind a curtain, whispering little comments while a corrupted Hinata worships her cock with both hands and mouth, drool everywhere, eyes shining with that brainwashed devotion hentai artists love so much. Scenes go from goofy experimentation to really mean stuff: blackmail with magically recorded voyeur footage, “accidental” sleep sex justified with bullshit pseudo‑science, and that slow corruption arc where proud heroines from worlds like Naruto, My Hero Academia, Dragon Ball, Fairy Tail, One Piece or Pokémon tumble down from “No, never” to “Fine, just my hand” to “Why does it feel empty when you pull out?” without even noticing how far they fell.

What makes it weirdly charming is how inconsistent Lazuli is as a character. One moment she’s doing an almost tender titfuck with someone like Nico Robin, clearly enjoying the shape of those big soft breasts, carefully smearing cum on them like she’s painting. Next moment she’s using transformation tricks so suddenly Serena or Nessa find themselves with a fat new cock between their legs, panic mixing with arousal while Lazuli explains in that smug voice how “temporary” it is, then pushes them into group sex anyway. The game uses that 2D and 3D mix in a dirty way: sometimes you get a short animated loop of a character like Erza or Android 18 taking anal, her ass bouncing and jiggling, and then it cuts back to static art for the aftermath, thick creampie dripping while Lazuli notes something in her research book. It feels like a porn lab notebook: handjob success rates, mind control side effects, level of groping tolerated before resistance drops. There are cute slices of perv life too, like Lazuli just watching Nami and Lillie masturbate separately under a subtle spell, legs shaking, completely unaware they’re being observed like experimental mice, or a harem scene where Kushina, Hinata and Sarada end up sharing the same futa cock, half from drugged lust, half from Lazuli’s shameless manipulation. The tone never fully decides if this is still “fun” corruption or already full damnation, and honestly that’s what keeps it interesting: you’re stuck in that sticky line where fantasy, mind control, blackmail, anal, vaginal, sleep sex, creampies, big tits, big asses, all blend together into one long, filthy project of turning every famous girl in anime into Lazuli’s personal property, catalogued, studied, and thoroughly fucked.

You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.

A husband, a stupid fight, and that sick feeling in your gut when you suddenly notice how short your own shadow looks next to another guy’s. That is basically where this story sits, grinning at you. You follow this poor bastard of a husband who starts the evening thinking he is “the man of the house” and ends up wondering if his wife is getting her pussy filled by somebody taller, thicker, and a lot more confident. The game plays like a teasing lecture about NTR, but not in a cold way. It is like a drunk friend whispering in your ear, “You see that guy talking to your wife? Yeah, that is how it starts.” The visuals sell that uneasy vibe: soft, slow camera-like cuts, those slightly too-long pauses on her lips when she smiles at someone else, her shirt clinging in all the right places, and his eyes squinting like he is trying not to imagine her on her knees, drool on another man’s shaft. The pace is not rushed, it pokes you. You get moments where almost nothing “big” happens, just small looks, off-hand comments, her phone lighting up with a message while she is in the shower and you are left staring at the screen, imagining every filthy word she might be reading.

There is a strong “PSA from hell” vibe, yeah, like some horny officer in a police comedy explaining step by step how your wife goes from “I would never cheat” to getting her ass slapped by a stranger in some cheap hotel on vacation. The husband is technically the male protagonist, but it never really feels like you are in control. You are more like a ghost stuck in his skull, dragged through his jealousy, his twisted fantasies, his humiliation. One scene that hit hard: he is sitting on the bed, replaying his argument with his wife, and his brain starts playing its own porn parody. Suddenly she is there in his mind, bent over the kitchen counter, big tits pressed on the cold surface, some smug bastard gripping her hips while she moans his name instead. The sounds get louder than his own thoughts. Little sticky lip noises, wet slaps, her breathy “harder” that he is not sure she ever said to him in real life. The game leans into that: you never know where reality stops and his corrupted imagination starts. Sometimes you see Sara in normal everyday clothes, then next transition she is in a tight uniform, unbuttoned just enough, or a cheap lingerie set that looks like it was bought for someone else’s eyes. You get flashes of oral, her cheeks hollowed around a thick cock, but it cuts away too soon, almost mocking you. And in the middle of all this, the tone suddenly slides into this weird humor, like a wink to those who know Konosuba jokes and tentacle memes, like the narrator is some half-drunk wiz giving you “NTR survival tips” while the real lesson is just: if you feel it happening, it probably started a long time ago, back when you ignored how she smiled at her “friend” a little too much. The game never holds your hand. It kind of laughs while you squirm.

Mythos feels like somebody smashed together a late night crime podcast, a horny anime parody and that weird urban legend subreddit you scroll on your phone when you should be sleeping, then sprinkled way too many tits on top and said “yeah, this is fine”. You pick if you’re playing as a guy or a girl right at the start, and it actually matters, not just in “pronoun changed, congrats” way. Some scenes twist a bit depending on your body, who stares at you, who you can seduce, whose hand “accidentally” lands on your ass in the train when the lights flicker and the supernatural stuff leaks through. There is this first big moment where you’re at Lisa’s memorial, staring at a photo of your ex who got murdered in some fucked up way nobody wants to explain, and two completely different types of people hit on you almost at the same time: a smug cop with that “I’m totally abusing my badge” vibe, and this soft spoken girl with huge tits spilling out of a tight uniform that should absolutely not be legal in a public place. The game doesn’t stop to tell you “this is a choice”. It just lets you go horny detective or horny victim or both and quietly tracks who you want to bend you over later.

Sex is not just “reward unlocked, here’s generic bouncing”. You’re running around this fake-modern city where vampires are landlords, tentacle things hang out in dark alleys like drunk ninjas and one busty elf professor keeps “tutoring” you after class, squeezing your thigh while talking about mythology like she isn’t about to slide under the desk and wrap her lips around you. There is a scene at a cheap business hotel during a “vacation” that is not really a vacation. You’re supposed to investigate, but instead you spend half the night pinned against the balcony railing by a frustrated MILF who is technically someone’s wife and technically not human and technically doesn’t give a fuck. She rides you slow while the neon signs below blink and you can choose if you pull out or let her take every drop and feel that messy creampie drip down her inner thighs while she laughs and calls you a good little snack. Later the same day, basically in the same clothes, the story casually throws you into this awful netorare-ish angle where you watch through a half open door as a different woman you got close to is getting pounded by some supernatural asshole with a cock way bigger than yours. The game lets you peek, or walk away, or join and turn it into harem chaos. If you stay hidden, you see her begging for more, getting titfucked until her face is glazed and you can’t decide if you hate her, hate yourself, or just want in. And that mood, that messy mix of comedy, jealousy, horror and “fuck it, let’s suck his balls too”, that’s pretty much Mythos all the way through, jumping between murder clues, meme jokes, romance sweetness, corruption temptations and stupidly hot tentacle scenes in the dark where you swear you’re still solving a case while something slimy is filling your ass and your mouth at the same time.