Foggy forest, quiet as hell, and you’re lost with a hard-on you don’t want to admit you have. That’s pretty much the mood here. The trees feel wrong in that fairy-tale way, like they’re watching, but not in a horror movie thing, more like they’re just waiting for you to do something stupid and horny. Then this witch shows up, and she doesn’t look like the usual “I cast fireball” witch. She’s got that lazy smile that says she already knows what you’re going to click, and she smells like a toy store mixed with a bath bomb shop. Latex, sugar, soap, that weird clean-but-not-innocent vibe. The game doesn’t rush to shout what you’re in for, but yeah, if you’re into inflatables and transformation and that floaty, rubbery ownership of a body that stops being flesh and turns into a damn balloon, it hits that itch pretty directly.

The cool part is how low-key everything starts. It’s just you poking around her little forest corner, clicking stuff, poking at bottles, weird trinkets, that sort of thing. Half of it feels like background junk until you notice something reacts if you try again, or if you did another scene before. There was this moment where I accidentally triggered a change too early, and my character’s body started filling out, tight and squeaky, and I actually paused, staring at my screen like, “ok, I did not expect it to jump to that this fast.” The game is short, yeah, but it doesn’t waste your kinks. The inflation is not just “you get bigger.” It’s that slow, pressurised feeling in the text and art, the witch teasing you, almost casual about turning your body into her private float, testing how much air or magic you can hold. She treats the whole thing like a cozy craft project, while you’re the one struggling with how round you’re getting. It’s a weird mix of mystery and fetish, and I like that it doesn’t apologize for it even once. You’re not playing a hero, you’re playing a future decoration, and she knows it way before you do.

The forest itself is small, but it feels like one of those “hidden room” games where there’s always one last strange item you haven’t clicked in the right order. I spent way too long clicking the same damn stump because I was convinced it had a secret, and honestly I’m still annoyed it didn’t. But while I was being stubborn, I kept noticing little reactions: the witch’s comments changing, the way she hints at other “guests” she inflated before, maybe still around, maybe not in the shape you expect. There’s magic everywhere, but it’s that squishy, rubber-magic. You’re not slinging spells; you’re more like the spell result. A toy, a trophy, an experiment. The furry angle sneaks in too, with those hints that your body isn’t only filling with air, it’s shifting into something cutesy, animal-ish, then more object than creature. Ears, tail, then plastic sheen, then hollow. It’s honestly hot as hell if you’re into losing control and becoming a thing instead of a person. And the best part, or the worst, depending on your brain, is that the witch never seems cruel. She’s playful, almost seasonal, like some twisted holiday hostess inviting you to become part of the decorations, tucked between the trees, gleaming under moonlight, filled tight and waiting. You kind of know from the beginning this forest is not a place you walk out of on your own feet. You’re rolling, floating, squeaking your way out, if you leave at all.

Lussuria Academy feels like someone took all those “normal” magic school fantasies, poured a bucket of horny over them, then left the edges a bit rough on purpose. You’re the only human in a whole academy full of anthro girls, and that tiny detail never shuts up in the background. It’s in how they stare a bit too long, how their ears twitch when you walk past, how the teachers say “human” like it’s a spell that might backfire. The story moves like a slow finger tracing along your neck, not rushing, sometimes even stopping in awkward places. One moment you’re in a quiet corridor, sound of your own footsteps soft over some lazy background track, and then a fox-girl classmate catches you alone and the mood tilts from scholarly to “are we really doing this here?” without big fanfare. The music is simple, loops you’d normally ignore, but in this game they sneak under your skin. A calm, almost innocent melody during a late study session, then it fades, and suddenly all you hear is the little sounds: tails brushing fabric, a chair scraping, her breath hitching when you stand too close. The sex doesn’t crash into the screen with fireworks. It creeps in. A hand on your wrist a bit too long, a joke that turns dirty, a spell practice that somehow needs “body contact” for channeling. Then the CG hits and you just forget what the previous dialogue even said.

The visuals are that kind of slightly imperfect 2D where a line isn’t perfectly clean and colors sometimes look like the artist was horny and tired at the same time. And it works. Fur texture is suggested with a few strokes, not hyper-detailed, so your brain fills in the softness when her thighs wrap around your waist. Breasts are drawn bold, unapologetic, but not all the same copy-paste shape. Some girls are lean and sharp, with smug smiles, some are thick, heavy hips, tails curling around your leg while they ride you like they’re trying to milk a spell out of your cock. There’s a catgirl whose moans hit this weird mix of purr and whimper and it stays in your head long after the scene ends, way more than whatever magic exam you passed. The magic stuff itself is almost casual. You’re casting with them, learning, charming objects, and then out of nowhere a training room turns into a place to pin a wolf-eared student against the wall and fuck her while candles flicker and she tries not to howl. They use spells as excuses: “We need to test human stamina,” “We should explore cross-species bonding,” and you’re sitting there, pants open, thinking yeah, real scientific.

What I liked most is how the pace messes with you. It’s not smooth. Some routes drag, you click through lines that feel like someone wrote them half awake, and sometimes the translation vibe slips, a phrase sounds off, and you snort instead of getting horny. Then two screens later, a teacher pulls you after class, locks the door, tail slowly curling as she explains “private tutoring” and your brain just melts. There’s this one scene where a shy bunny student tries to thank you for helping her in a duel. She invites you to her dorm room, the background is quiet, only a soft hum like outside wind, and she keeps fidgeting with her skirt. The camera lingers on little details: her trembling fingers, her ears folding when you sit beside her, the tiny squeak when your hand slides over her thigh. It takes ages before anything explicit happens, and then when she finally climbs into your lap, grinding nervously, the game doesn’t cut away. You hear the rhythm pick up, that wet sound, the shaky breathing layered over the same simple loop, and suddenly this silly furry magic VN feels way too intimate. It’s messy, sometimes clumsy, horny as hell, and when a fox teacher presses your face into her furry tits to “calm your mana flow,” you completely forget you ever came here to study.

Honestly? This game caught me off guard. Started playing expecting another half-baked detective parody but got sucked into something way more engaging than anticipated. The whole "wake up from coma, become magical cop" setup sounds cheesy as hell, but somehow it works. Your partner's this sarcastic brunette who keeps roasting you during investigations, and the banter actually made me laugh out loud a few times. The mind-reading mechanic during interrogations is brilliant - you're literally getting inside suspects' heads to catch them in lies, which feels way more interactive than typical VN dialogue trees.

What really surprised me was how the puzzle elements blend with the adult content. You're not just clicking through sex scenes; you're earning them by being a competent detective. The evidence gathering mini-games are actually fun instead of tedious busywork, and connecting clues on the detective board gives you that satisfying "aha!" moment when everything clicks. The magic duels threw me for a loop - wasn't expecting quick-time combat in my porn game, but here we are. The erotic scenes themselves are well-animated and feel earned rather than randomly thrown in. Your choices genuinely matter too; I replayed a case and got completely different outcomes based on how I handled interrogations and whether I decided to be professional or flirty with witnesses.

The variety keeps things fresh - one case you're investigating magical murders, next you're dealing with supernatural smuggling rings. Each chapter feels distinct while building the overarching story. Sure, some of the humor is hit-or-miss, and occasionally the pacing drags during exposition dumps, but when it hits its stride? Chef's kiss. The promised content updates look ambitious - more character types, expanded world, optional kinks for different tastes. Right now it's already solid entertainment that doesn't insult your intelligence while delivering the goods. Sometimes you want your detective fiction with a side of titfuck, you know?

Nubilia looks all noble and shiny on the map, but the second you drop into this mess you realize it’s less “honor and duty” and more “who’s trying to ride your dick while stabbing your bloodline in the back”. You’re this magic talented heir with a dead mom, a pissed off father, and a whole buffet of highborn girls who smile at you like angels while clearly doing war crimes in their spare time. Every city-state you visit throws another walking fantasy wallpaper at you: prim and proper lady in silk who talks about politics with her tits halfway out, battle mage with scars and zero patience for your bullshit, that one smug noble girl who calls you “peasant” while eyeing your crotch like it’s a legendary artifact. The game just leans into the chaos. One scene you’re interrogating some duchess about your mother’s murder, next scene she has you pinned on a velvet couch, dress around her waist, gasping about “alliances” while grinding down on you so hard you forget you were supposed to be angry.

What actually sold me is how your magic and choices keep twisting the relationships. You’re not just clicking through porn slides. You build this reputation across the nine cities, and girls react to it. Act like a ruthless bastard? Some of them get dripping wet when you dominate them. Others flinch, pull back, and you only get them to open up after you save their ass in a duel where spells are flying and you’re trying not to stare at jiggling cleavage in slow motion. You flirt during strategy talks, tease them in corridors, use magic in bed in a way that’s absolutely illegal in at least five churches. One night you’re sneaking into a manor with a noble sorceress partner who whispers a spell to make you invisible, and the moment you’re alone in her tower she cancels the spell and climbs you like a ladder, begging you to “claim her house” while raking nails down your back. Another time you’re at a fancy banquet, every lady dressed like she lost a fight with a corset, and under the table you’ve got one girl stroking you with her foot while another pretends not to notice and keeps asking about your “magical potential” with this filthy smile. It’s that mix of murder mystery, faked loyalty, and full-on harem corruption that hits. Everyone’s pretending to be civilized while you’re balls deep in future enemies, trying to guess which soft moaning noble slut actually stuck a knife in your mother. And the worst part? Sometimes they look up at you with those wide eyes, flushed cheeks, whisper “I’d never hurt you” while you’re filling them, and for a second you almost believe them.

This thing starts with the most majestic form of suicide I’ve ever seen in a porn game: the dude literally beats himself to death trying to set a jerk-off record. Not “dies in battle”, not “hit by truck-kun”. No. He just goes for 100 handjobs in a row and his heart taps out. Peak gamer grind. I respect the hustle. Then boom, he wakes up in another world with a special power that basically turns his cum into party buffs. The game even calls it something cute like “Baby Seeds” but let’s be honest, it’s magical power jizz. You fuck girls, they get stronger. Classic isekai logic. Zero shame, full commitment to the bit.

The whole world feels like somebody mashed together hentai tropes, fantasy JRPG, and horny Reddit threads, then gave up on subtlety. You got monster girls that want to eat you and ride you, elves who look like they walked out of a hentai search filter, big tit milfs who act like they’re doing you a favor while they suck your soul out through your dick, and then tiny flat-chested troublemakers who pretend they hate you while still ending up bent over a table. And they’re not just decoration, they all want a piece of that “power up” sauce. You walk into a village and suddenly elf warrior girl wants to “test your abilities” by making you choke on her thighs while you finger her, then some furry mage is like “for magic research” while she’s grinding on your lap. I had one run where I tried to play it safe and focus on just one girl, and ten minutes later I’m balls deep in a monster girl with tentacle hair that won’t let me go until she’s drained like five rounds. The game pretends there is choice, but your dick is the main questline.

It calls itself sandbox and it actually leans into that. You wander around, poke random places, suddenly you’re groping a drunk warrior milf in a tavern corner and she’s laughing while she pushes your hand harder onto her ass. You go to some forest to “train” and instead end up getting your cock cleaned by an eager wolf girl who thinks oral is a greeting. Sometimes you’re trying to be the cool dominant hero, shoving a proud elf onto her knees and making her swallow every drop while she glares up at you, and then next scene you’re flat on your back with a crazy strong amazon warrior riding your dick like it’s a siege weapon and you’re just holding on and praying your character doesn’t get another heart attack. The sex is not shy about angles either. Anal scenes where you grab hips and just slam into them while their tits bounce all over the screen, messy throating where her eyes go watery and she keeps going anyway, stupidly long cumshots that feel like the dev really needed to make a point. And in the middle of all this horny chaos, you still end up laughing because the protagonist is a complete idiot who somehow turned jerking off too much into the most broken fantasy power in the world. Honestly, the game is kind of trashy, kind of janky, kind of perfect.

Lana is exactly that kind of girl who can quote some science crap and still forget to wear panties to a job interview, and the whole game leans hard into that. You’re thrown into this city where normal reality sort of leaks into a magic one, and it feels less like some epic quest and more like watching a very horny car crash in slow motion. One moment she’s at some boring office trying to act professional, the next she’s dragged through a glowing alley door into a brothel run by an elf madam with tits that look like they break basic physics. It’s not subtle. At all. You just kind of roll with it, because every “career choice” Lana makes has a high chance of ending with her on her knees, or on her back, or bent over some filthy counter while a monster negotiates her holes like it’s comparing prices. And yeah, most scenes are optional, but if you’re like me and chasing the dirtiest gallery possible, you’ll be abusing every voyeur angle, clicking every suspicious door and harassing every NPC until someone finally agrees to fuck her brains out on screen.

What really tripped me out is how the game swings from goofy jokes to straight-up filthy in like two lines of dialogue. Lana will say something smart, then five seconds later she’s letting some smug elf sorcerer “test her magical potential” by shoving his cock in her mouth and telling her to focus or he’ll switch to anal. There’s this early scene where she takes a “massage job” because the pay is high and she totally pretends not to know what that means. You can play it shy and keep it to handwork, or you push her and suddenly she’s giving messy oral, drool on her chin, trying to keep eye contact like a good little professional while the client decides he wants to finish in her pussy instead. First time I triggered the creampie variant there I just stared at the screen like “ok, this game is not joking around”. Same with the monster gigs. One quest looks like a normal escort deal in the slums, then you find out the client is half-beast, half-something, and the scene slowly turns from rough but human into this stretched, sloppy, half-magical fuck where her ass is glowing, he’s growling, and the game basically goes “yeah she’s still technically a virgin in one world, not in the other, figure that out yourself”. There’s even a weird almost-wholesome family angle that goes off the rails quick: a scene where you’re spying through a crack, catching Lana and a certain “too close” relative getting handsy on a couch, joking around, then her shirt is off, his hand is under her skirt, and you get that nasty, forbidden feeling in your gut that means the devs knew exactly what they were doing.

The strongest part, for me chasing leaderboard-level filth, is how it rewards you for being nosy and kind of evil. Refuse one gig and you stay relatively “pure”, accept the shady magical contract and suddenly she’s working nights in a fantasy brothel, juggling human and non-human clients, learning actual magic spells that are basically excuses for new sex setups: levitation used to spread her legs and keep her hanging in the air while some dark-skinned warrior pounds her from below, or a charm that makes her nipples hypersensitive so a simple tit grope scene turns into her moaning like she’s getting railed. There’s an interracial scene in a cheap motel where you think she’s just doing regular vaginal, then the guy flips her, spits on her asshole and pushes in while calling her his “little scholar whore”, and the animation doesn’t cut away, it stays with the whole slow push, the little panic in her eyes, then that switch when she starts moving back against him on her own. I kinda hate how the game occasionally wastes time on dumb jokes in between those bangers, like a five-minute gag about shitty city transport while I’m just sitting there, cock in hand, yelling at the screen. And it never fixes that pacing. It just keeps being this messy, horny thing where Lana is always one bad decision away from sucking off a stranger in an alley for rent money, getting filled by some magical beast, or accidentally turning a simple job into full prostitution. Honestly, I was gonna complain more about how the UI buttons are slightly off-center in one menu but I keep forgetting because every route I pick ends with her dripping, stretched, or stuffed in some new way, and I kind of respect that.

This one feels like someone grabbed a bunch of messed up fairy tales from an old Tumblr archive, poured too much horny into them, then stitched them together with tape and spite. You jump from one little “chapter” to another, each about a different princess or monster girl, and it never quite behaves the same way twice. Sometimes you’re clicking through choices like a horny gremlin, sometimes you’re stuck on one screen just staring at a princess in chains while deciding if you go full bastard or pretend to be a gentleman for three lines before ruining everything again. It has that cheap 2D CG look that somehow fits perfectly, like fanart that escaped from DeviantArt and learned how to talk dirty.

The Disney parody angle is not subtle at all. One moment you’re in a desert palace with a very not-licensed princess in transparent harem pants, the next you’re watching her milk drip through the fabric because some “blessing” of a magic artifact turned her into a walking cow fantasy. There’s actual choices around that too: keep her as a humiliated slave, drag her to the shop to buy toys and chains, or pretend to “free” her and then chain her to the bed anyway when she tries to run. When the genie shows up, he’s not doing three wishes, he’s doing “how much anal, how much oral, and which hole gets the creampie first.” It sounds crude but the writing has this weird emotional whiplash. You get moments where she spits insults, calls you a monster, you spank her until she does that stupid ahegao face, tongue out, drool, and then three clicks later she’s asking why you didn’t kiss her after you fucked her. Absolutely romantic. Totally normal.

Then there’s the monster girls and the more… questionable stuff. The game does not care about comfort zones. There is ***, humiliation, bestial stuff, that feeling of “oh shit, I should not be aroused by this, and yet here we are.” A lamia coils around your guy, squeezes until he can’t breathe, then uses him like a living dildo. A corrupted princess rides a centaur while you watch and jerk off like some pathetic court wizard who lost control of his own spell. At some point I spent like five minutes just trying to click the right option so I could see the lactation scene loop again, because the way her breasts bounce when the magic spell forces her to squirt on command is genuinely hot in this stupid, low-budget way. And then, in another branch, that same girl is surrounded by a group of guards, getting used one after another, cum dripping out of every hole, and she still has that princess pride in her face like she’s trying not to break while you decide if you go for a handjob ending or shove toys into her until she cracks.

What I like is how inconsistent it all feels, in a good way and also in a “who wrote this at 4 in the morning on Red Bull” way. Some scenes are pure male domination power trip, where you drag a chained girl by the collar, make her lick your boots, force oral until her eyes roll up. Then suddenly you hit a route where a demoness sits on your chest, slaps your face, makes you cum with just her feet and your own hand, and laughs at you for being her little toy. There is one bit I keep thinking about: that stupid little shop screen where you buy a cheap-looking vibrator, take it back to the dungeon, and the scene changes only by this tiny drawn toy in her hand, but the dialogue completely flips her personality. She goes from sobbing *** victim to desperate, horny mess begging you to push it deeper while your character mocks her for loving it. The game pretends to be a light parody, but some of these stories end like a punch in the gut, with the girl broken, collared, used by monsters and men, covered in cum, and you get this short line of text hinting that, in another path, she could have escaped with a girlfriend instead, living a quiet lesbian fantasy far from the palace. You will probably ignore that and reload for the anal gangbang anyway.

Sexy Witch 6: Pinecones for Zhanna feels like that one weird Christmas porno someone taped over an old medieval movie, then forgot to edit, and somehow it just works. You’re in this snowy village, technically “on a quest” to deal with a stolen Christmas tree, but honestly your dick is the main character and the tree is just a side quest nobody really cares about. The game even starts like your brain trying to remember what being 18 felt like: horny, confused, pretending to care about traditions while you just stare at every pair of tits in the scene. There’s this cozy half-fantasy vibe, snow everywhere, candles, cheap wooden houses, and then the conversations go straight to “how about you fuck me first” in like two lines. I opened it in Chrome on my lunch break and instantly regretted not having a second monitor, because the first scene with Zoe escalates faster than my laptop fan. She’s your “advisor” but let’s be real, she’s there to ride you and make you forget the plot. She teases you about the tree, about your age, about how clueless you are, and then suddenly you’re knee-deep in a sex scene instead of a heroic discussion about village honor. Priorities are correct.

The choices are the fun kind where you pretend to be a good guy for three seconds, then pick the horny option anyway. Sometimes you can go “yeah, I’ll help the village” or “fuck that, where’s the hot maiden,” and obviously Svetlana exists to ruin any attempt to be noble. The first time you meet her, she’s exactly that classic fantasy damsel: pretty, soft, stuck in some magical bullshit, and you’re supposed to think about rescuing her. Instead you’re just reading the dialogue going, “ok but when can I see her naked.” There’s actual magic going on, like witches and strange rituals and some pinecone thing that’s half-joke, half-plot device, but all of that just feels like excuses for more sex setups. One scene did make me laugh though: you’re in the middle of a kind of serious moment about the stolen tree, and your character’s inner monologue is basically “I don’t give a fuck about the tree, I just want to fuck,” which is probably the most honest line in this whole series. Some transitions between scenes are a bit abrupt, like the game forgot how you got there, but whatever, you’re not here to rate continuity. Also, whoever decided pinecones should be that important has issues. Or genius. Hard to say. Either way, by the time you’re juggling witch magic, Christmas bullshit, and two very different girls wanting your cock for different reasons, the whole thing feels like a horny fever dream with snow, and I kinda liked that it never pretends to be deeper than that.

Plague in the kingdom, king on his throne shitting himself in fear, and you, the poor bastard who has to walk into a cursed forest with a cute elf wife who is way too good for you. That is the whole mood of Cursed Forest Quest – you are technically the hero, but it always feels like the story is asking what happens if the hero is soft, horny, and just a bit unlucky. Vallabelle, your elven wife, is the kind priestess type with huge tits, a perfect ass that does not make physical sense for an elf, and a smile that makes you think “ok, she is totally loyal, it’s fine” while the game quietly laughs in the background. The early scenes sell this perfect couple thing hard: sharing a campfire, she heals your wounds, teases you with a slow handjob as a reward for surviving the day, rides you with that soft priestess moaning, and you think, alright, wholesome, I can relax. Then the forest basically says, no, fuck you, this is a cursed land, and starts poking that little insecurity in your brain every time some other guy looks at her for more than two seconds.

What I liked too much, embarrassingly, is how the game uses “small” moments to kick you in the balls. For example, first time you get to a ruined shrine, there is a choice: go search for relics, or send Vallabelle to talk with the local spirit while you check the perimeter. I just clicked through, not thinking, checked a bush that had literally nothing important, and when I came back, the scene cut to Vallabelle slightly flushed, her robe messed up, her tits kind of out, spirit fading away, and her going “it’s fine, just a blessing.” That moment stuck in my head longer than the full-on vaginal scenes. Not even a big animation there, only small touches, like her avoiding eye contact. Later on there is an actual animated scene with her getting pounded against a forest altar, ass bouncing, moans way louder than anything she ever did for you, and that felt almost less cruel than that earlier half-harassment vibe, where you are not sure what happened but your dick and your stomach both react. By the way, the spanking stuff is weirdly casual here. Sometimes you get to spank her playfully as a “punishment” for teasing you in front of a guard, and she giggles and presses that big ass into your hand. Another time, some other guy does a very similar smack, and suddenly the camera lingers way too long, and she bites her lip in a way she never did for you. I hated that. I also replayed that branch three times to see if her expression changes with different quest choices. It barely does, which somehow turns me on more. The game likes to pretend you have control with all the quests and paths, and yeah, there are multiple endings and all, but honestly half the fun is realizing you clicked yourself into a timeline where you are basically watching your own wife get more “blessed” by the forest than cured. I wish there was a path where you could fully stay pure and keep her untouched, but also I really don’t, and it will never happen anyway.

Three witches, one cramped house, zero self-control. That is basically the whole mood here. You’re not watching some noble heroines in shiny armor, you’re poking around a messy magical sharehouse where everyone is horny, stressed and pretending they’ve got their shit together. Each witch has her own vibe: the serious one who pretends she’s above it all but still ends up with a demon’s tongue between her legs, the lazy troublemaker who uses magic like a dating app filter, and the “good girl” type who blushes while masturbating to the same corrupted visions she swears she hates. The game treats their daily life as a mix of errands, spell practice, demon hunting and “accidentally” walking in on each other naked. And that’s before the corruption really starts to bite.

The sandbox structure is the thing that got me hooked and annoyed at the same time. You can wander around the house, peek through doors, spy through keyholes, catch someone moaning in the bath, and the game just quietly tracks it all. I spent way too long messing with one stupid spell that only lets you watch from mirrors. It sounds small, but the first time I used it and saw the “good” witch on her knees, sucking off some shadow beast she summoned “for research”, it hit harder than the bigger quests. The corruption is not instant. You see small changes. She starts with awkward, hesitant oral, more teeth than tongue, then a few scenes later she is choking herself happily on a demon cock while you hide behind a wardrobe. The game never stops and says “look, she is corrupted now”, it just slips it in while you are busy trying to figure out how to use some magic ritual that probably will backfire on you anyway. There is cheating stuff too, but the game treats it almost casually. It’s more like “oh yeah, she has a boyfriend somewhere outside, anyway she is riding this monster with glowing eyes because it makes her cum like crazy”. It has that slightly dirty soap opera energy where everyone lies and nobody really wants to stop.

What I liked most is how the voyeur angle keeps colliding with the fact you actually play as the witches. One moment you hide and watch two of them making out, big tits pressed together, tongues slow, hands everywhere. Next moment you control one of them in a demon contract scene and you remember you chose to sign away a bit of her soul just to unlock a new masturbation animation in her room. The game lets you feel like a pervert neighbor and also the girl touching herself on the bed. Sometimes the magic is just an excuse to show how far their bodies can go. Tentacled demons pin them down, huge hands on their ass, spells failing because they are too busy moaning to finish a chant. Sometimes the fantasy stuff matters, like when a “simple” demon hunt turns into a long, sweaty corruption chain that ends with a witch voluntarily opening a portal between her thighs. There are little daily choices that look harmless, like using a charm to skip chores, and later you realize that charm is feeding off her purity and that’s why she now gets wet just hearing the word “master”. And I still can’t forgive the tiny detail that the kitchen table always looks the same even after all the filthy things they do on it, no stains, no mess, nothing. It bugs me every time I’m clicking past it on the way to watch one of them get railed by something with horns and too many tongues.