You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.

A kinda funny thing happens when you start this game. It looks like yet another “average dude, average campus, surprise magic” story, and then suddenly you’re balls deep in theology, monster tits and emotional damage at the same time. The protagonist is that cliché hybrid of demon and angel, but he doesn’t remember any of it, so at first he’s basically a horny exchange student with a softboy face. You’re in this foreign country, pretending to be normal, flirting with this quiet green–eyed girl in class, and the game keeps throwing small hints that something is very wrong with both of you. Not in a “haha quirky” way, more like “why did her eyes glow when she kissed you behind the building and why did the air literally vibrate when you slipped your hand under her shirt”. The sex hits pretty fast, which I respect: that first scene where she climbs on top, riding you slowly on that cheap dorm bed, boobs bouncing in this almost hypnotic 3D animation, actually feels weirdly intimate. You see his hand shaking, not from fear but because his body is reacting to some buried power, like he’s about to cum and ascend to a shitty god at the same time.

Then it gets messy in a good way. You go back to your own country, you try to continue “normal life” with porn tabs open in the background, texting her on Telegram like a lovesick idiot, trading pics that start innocent and become “oh, that’s definitely a monster girl tail in the corner of the frame”. When she finally comes to visit, the romance flips into this harem snowball. Girls start orbiting around him: a demon-looking one with horns that curve like they want to grab your hips, a busty magic user who pretends she’s here only to “study your aura”, and I swear there is one scene where you’re supposed to be in danger but the camera spends a full minute slowly moving over a pair of massive tits while the dialogue talks about the fate of the world. The vaginal sex scenes are unapologetic: you see wetness, you see her pussy stretch when you push in, and sometimes the superpowers kick in during orgasms. One time, after fucking the green–eyed girl in the shower, every tile in the room cracks when you both cum, and she laughs like it’s normal that her climax breaks physics. That mix of holy and horny, of angel blood glowing under his skin while he’s pounding into some monster girl who calls him “my little apocalypse”, feels almost philosophical by accident. Like the game is saying: you are literally built from contradiction, so why should your cock or your heart choose only one path. And then the game forgets its own big thoughts and has you rail another girl on a classroom desk while time is frozen outside the window, which is somehow even more honest.

You start as this shy-looking, kinda nerdy occult freak in a school that feels way too normal for the shit that starts happening. First scene already hits like a truck: steamy shower, another girl walks in, cute face, soft voice, then you look down and she is packing. No slow build up, just straight “oh fuck, I’m on my knees now, guess I’m into this.” The game really leans into that “I lost control and liked it way too much” vibe. The ahegao faces your MC makes when she gets throat fucked or filled are way over the top, but in a fun way. It is not subtle at all, she looks like her soul left her body every time someone cums in her. Felt kinda cursed to be clicking through dialogue about angels and demon lore while my protagonist is getting creampied in the school bathroom and moaning like she’s in a porn compilation, but somehow it works.

Then that dusty bookstore thing happens and you get the Crowley family drama, hell politics, Lilith doing petty ex energy, all that religious corruption fantasy. I liked that they don’t pretend your girl is “pure.” From the beginning she is horny, curious, and already into weird shit. The corruption is more about power and mindset than “good girl turns bad.” One moment you are just a confused futa/trans occult student who masturbates in her room to creepy demon symbols, next moment you are juggling a growing group of girls, MILFs, monster chicks and actual demons who all want to either worship you, ride you, or ruin you. There is a nun with religious guilt issues who talks about sin while she is literally sitting on your face, and I laughed and also got hard. That balance of “this is kinda silly” and “this blowjob scene is actually hot” is one of the best things, even when the writing goes a bit too edgy.

Sandbox part is messy in that janky porn game way. You wander around, trigger events, sometimes you get a handjob, sometimes you get nothing and just read some extra occult text you forgot instantly. I kinda loved being lost though. It felt like scrolling horny Twitter with ten tabs open: you go to check on one girl, end up in the library with a demon milf explaining how to open a dimensional gate using your pussy as a ritual focus. There is an early event where a monster girl pins you to the bed, fucks your ass slow while whispering promises of power, then suddenly switches and uses you like a cum dump, filling every hole and leaving you drooling and glassy-eyed. I was like “ok this is too much” while clicking next as fast as possible. My only stupid complaint is that some minor scenes repeat with almost the same dirty talk and it annoyed me for no real reason. But then I unlocked this bukkake ritual where half your harem coats your face as an offering to a demon queen and I forgot I was mad. It is messy, blasphemous, full of incest hints, possessive lesbians, anal curses, weird rituals and way too many fluids. Honestly feels like browsing a horny occult subreddit at three different levels of degeneracy at once, and I mean that in the nicest, filthiest way.

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.