You wake up on this fucked up pretty island, sand in your mouth, dick half hard for no reason, and the first thing that happens is a girl with a soft voice leans over you and you’re not sure if she wants to help you or eat you. Not in the romantic way. Her smile looks sweet, but her fingers are glowing, and the game just goes “yeah, everyone here has some kind of power, good luck, champ.” From there it feels like a horny point & click fever dream where you keep thinking “ok I’m safe now” and ten seconds later you’re in a hut with a woman old enough to be a MILF, kneeling in front of you and telling you to open your mouth if you want to live. You can choose not to, sure, but I did not come here to be the polite survivor. You poke around the island, click on things that don’t look important and suddenly you’re in a long teasing scene where she keeps pulling her lips back from your cock every time you twitch, acting all innocent like “hmm, you like that?” while your character’s still supposed to be some confused virgin who just crashed his whole life. It’s kind of funny actually, he pretends he has morals, you pretend you’re going to pick the noble choice, then you hit the most depraved option anyway.

What I liked most is that the island isn’t just a hallway of porn scenes. You wander off a path and end up in this weird clearing where a monster girl is lounging in a pool, eyes half-lidded, pretending she doesn’t care you’re staring. Then she casually mentions she could crush you with one hand, but if you worship her properly she might fuck you instead. The moment where she pushes your head down, thighs tight around your ears, and you hear that wet, sticky sound in your headphones while she talks shit about how weak human boys are… that’s the kind of thing Sensual SFX lovers live for. Her breath has that heavy, close-mic’d rasp, you hear spit strings, tongue flicks, little gasps when you finally hit the right angle. Meanwhile some scenes are oddly quiet, like one blowjob with barely any slurping at all, just a bit of lip noise and that’s it, and I kept thinking “come on, I’ve heard more wetness in a TikTok ASMR clip.” The power trip parts are nice though. You start off like this lost idiot, then as you learn more of the island’s tricks you begin talking rougher, grabbing hair, pushing them down on your cock, fucking them properly instead of just being teased. There’s a bit where you push a woman against a rough stone wall, slide into her, and she’s half moaning half arguing with you in this shaky voice, and the game just lets the scene breathe, no rush, just slow, deep thrusts and her begging you not to stop even while she pretends she still has control. It feels messy, hot, and a little dangerous, like you shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you do.

Ian wakes up in that cramped room again, phone in hand, bored out of his skull, lockdown bullshit outside, and the house full of women who act like they own his balls. Mom glides around like a queen in yoga pants that should honestly be illegal, pretending everything is “normal”, while the sisters treat him like a chew toy: mocking his morning wood, “accidentally” walking in on him, throwing his dirty boxers at his face, laughing when he blushes. At first it’s the usual routine, him jerking off quietly with one earbud in, Pornhub on low brightness, trying not to make the bed squeak while the whole place is just heavy with frustration he can’t do anything about. Then that stupid news report flashes on the TV, the one that changes the mood of the house from “haha, you loser” to “oh, we can really do this now” in about two seconds. You can almost feel the air getting sticky after that, like the walls are listening.

The fun part is how fast everyone drops the fake innocence. Mom starts leaning over the table more, her tits basically falling out while she “asks” him to help around the house. She knows he is staring at her ass when she bends, you can see that tiny smirk on her lips when she pretends not to. One sister starts using his room as her private dressing cabin, standing there in panties that barely count as clothing, talking to him about useless TikTok drama while she’s pulling on tight jeans that can barely contain her ass, and sometimes she “forgets” to close the zipper. Another one just goes straight for his ego, calling him her “little pet,” sitting on his lap, grinding casually like it’s nothing, then shoving him away and laughing when he’s hard and desperate. The game lets you decide if Ian finally bites back or just sinks deeper. You can make him talk back, pin them down, grab their throats lightly while they roll their eyes and moan anyway, or you keep him as the humiliated toy that wipes their cum off the floor and thanks them for letting him taste it. It’s not soft at all when they decide to break him either, they bully him about his size, make him cum in his own underwear, force him to stay like that while they keep teasing. Sometimes the “jokes” go too far and the game just shrugs and keeps going, which honestly fits.

What really got me was how the house turns into this messy sandbox of power games. One evening you have Mom on the couch, drunk on wine, kind of needy, pulling his hand under her shirt and telling him he’s “such a good boy,” and you can go from that gentle milf worship to making her kneel on the floor and open her mouth because you’re tired of her acting like she’s in charge. The next day his sister corners him in the bathroom, locks the door, sits on the sink with her legs open and says “lick or I scream,” and if you play it submissive she’ll ride his face until he can’t breathe and snap a selfie with mascara running, using him like a sex toy. Or you flip it and make him grab her hips, eat her out just enough and then refuse to let her cum, walking away while she’s shaking and pissed. There’s a nasty humor running through the whole thing, little lines where they mock each other, highlight how fucked up the situation is, then just double down on it. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid meme reference during a blowjob, next moment you’re making the whole family kneel in front of the TV like some twisted worship scene, or you’re the one on your knees, jerking off while they compare his dick to guys on OnlyFans and rate him like a product. It’s all cramped rooms, soft couches, phone screens lighting up sweaty skin, masturbation in the shower while someone knocks on the door asking what’s taking so long. It feels like being locked in a porn fantasy that forgot where the line was supposed to be, and no one in that house is actually looking for it anyway.

Anahel looks like that shy girl in class who never raised her hand, and here she is, walking around a cursed fantasy world where literally everything wants to fuck her or use her to open some magic doom portal. It starts all heroic and stuff, like “you’re chosen, save the world, ancient prophecy” and you think ok, basic RPG, I click some slimes, I loot some chest. Then suddenly the slime is not just slime, it has way too many wet tentacles, and they all know exactly where to go. The game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle. One moment you’re poking around ruins, next moment Anahel is pinned, squirming, and her stupid little innocent face is doing that full ahegao thing while a monster girl is licking her everywhere like it’s completely normal Tuesday. And it kind of becomes normal, really fast.

I liked how it tricks you with that point and click exploration, like a normal adventure/sandbox thing. You tap on a well, you just expect water, maybe some coins. Instead there’s this creepy voice from inside, offers you “help” if Anahel strips. Of course I clicked yes. Then it escalates, a glowing tentacle slides up her thighs and she’s biting her lip, trying to resist, then gives in, rubbing herself with it like she was waiting all day for that. You’re not just watching, you’re choosing where to touch, which hole gets used, if she lets the monster finish inside or outside. It’s messed up. It’s hot. Sometimes both at same time. The world feels like a horny playground made by someone who played too much RPG Maker and then deleted all armor from the inventory. There’s “noble” knights that threaten her with blackmail, telling her to suck them off in a back alley or they’ll sell her out to the cult. You can actually accept, and the game shows her on her knees, drool and cum on her chin, eyes rolled up, and she still tries to talk like a hero while gagging on the guy. I kinda lost the main quest in my head after that.

Maybe my favorite stupid detail is how her staff looks totally useless at first. Just a stick with some stone. Later, you find this pervy spirit in a shrine who offers to “awaken” it and it literally turns into a magic sex toy weapon. It vibrates when danger is near, and also when she gets too aroused, and sometimes in battle the game will just have her masturbating with it as a “skill” while monsters gangbang her. I laughed because I was on the bus playing on my phone and suddenly she’s in the middle of a forest, on her back, two tentacles inside her, one in her mouth, some catgirl riding her face, and I’m just casually lowering brightness like it’s Instagram. The pacing is weird as hell, like eating spicy food with random sugar thrown on top. One area feels like slow teasing, just some harassment, panties pulled aside, soft lesbian groping, and then next screen they’re using every hole at once, toys, tongues, everything. Sometimes I wish Anahel talked a bit less during sex, because she moans and begs and calls the monsters disgusting while clearly loving it, but it kind of fits that she’s both the last hope of the world and also the world’s favorite cum dump at the same time. Anyway, the prophecy probably said something like that. I already forgot.

This thing starts like a trashy cruise commercial that someone spilled porn all over, then forgot to clean up, then decided to keep it that way because actually, yeah, that’s better. You’re this guy on a Mediterranean cruise with your “family” and a crowd of random passengers, and in about five clicks it stops feeling like a holiday and turns into a slow moral car crash. Not because of the sex itself, but because of how normal everyone pretends it is to stare too long at your mom’s tits by the pool, or notice how your “sister” bends over in that tiny skirt, and nobody talks about it. They just blush, look away, then keep doing worse stuff. It feels less like a fantasy and more like watching a group therapy session that went horribly off track and somehow added anal, which I honestly respect in a weird way.

The game is pretty blunt about bodies. Big tits everywhere, like the dev had a quota and hit it with enthusiasm. There is this one scene where you sneak into a cabin at night and you can tell the guy knows exactly what “sleep sex” is supposed to be for the player: maximum control, minimum resistance, maximum guilt if you have two brain cells to rub together. I actually paused and sat there with a cup of coffee, thinking “ok, if consent is the basic moral floor, this scene is like drilling a hole under it and climbing through.” And yet I still clicked through it, because this is porn and my moral purity is already dead on page one of Pornhub. That tension is all over the game. You humiliate women, you spank them until their ass is red, you shove a dick between those massive boobs, and in the same moment, part of you thinks “wow, this is hot” and another part mutters “this would be a crime report IRL.” The writing is not deep, but it does not hide what it is doing, and that honesty is almost more disturbing than if it tried to justify things with some dumb magical mind control excuse.

The incest part is the real philosophical mess, obviously. It is not subtle. You get teases, “accidental” groping, mom in a swimsuit that belongs on Instagram thirst posts, group scenes where family limits start melting after too much sun and too much rubbing lotion. When the game finally moves from suggestion to full on vaginal and anal with people you’re absolutely not supposed to fuck, it does it like it was always going there and you were just being slow to admit it. Interracial stuff pops up too, not as some noble celebration of diversity, just as another excuse to throw more bodies into group sex and watch power games shift. I caught myself comparing it to how Pornhub shoves “step” in every title to fly under taboo radar, and here the game almost laughs at that, like, “no, we know exactly what you are here for.” There is lesbian content without you in it, and I like that morally in theory, two women exploring each other on their own terms, but the camera leers so hard that it still feels curated for a guy’s gaze. One of the lesbian moments almost felt sweet and then they undercut it with harder stuff later. That’s this whole cruise in one sentence: any time your conscience tries to stand up, the game pushes it back down with a titfuck. I was playing on my laptop with Discord pinging me, having this ridiculous double life: one window of people sharing memes, another window of a digital mom getting creampied by her own son while pretending nothing about this is rotten. If you want your porn to be ethically clean, this is a moral nightmare. If you accept that porn is where we store the dark shit we can’t or shouldn’t do in reality, this cruise is basically a floating confession booth where nobody ever says they’re sorry.

It starts with a weird kind of quiet, like you’re waiting for someone to say something they shouldn’t. The first scene pulls you in because it doesn’t even try to be shocking - it just *is*. Anna’s voice has this tone that sits between teasing and sincere, like she’s half‑ashamed of wanting to talk about what she wants. And then you realize, the game isn’t really about her leaving for Italy; it’s about how much you can stand watching her become someone else. There’s a moment where she sends you a photo - nothing too wild - and yet it feels heavier than the later scenes where everyone’s naked. I think that’s the trick: it makes you feel complicit before you even click the next line.

The humor sneaks in when you least expect it. There’s a bit where one of the side characters, can’t even remember his name now, tries to give “advice” about open relationships using a sandwich metaphor that’s absolutely terrible but somehow right. The writing jumps from filthy to tender so fast you almost get whiplash. Sometimes it feels mean on purpose, especially when Shego shows up - yeah, they went full parody there - and suddenly the tone flips again, all green eyes and cruel smirks, leather snapping against skin like punctuation. The game keeps forgetting it’s supposed to be sexy and then accidentally becomes it. One minute you’re laughing, next minute someone’s wrists are tied and you’ve forgotten why you were amused.

I’ll admit, I got weirdly obsessed with the sound design. The moans don’t loop cleanly; they stutter, slightly off‑tempo, and that imperfection makes it more real. There’s a scene with a mirror - voyeur stuff, sure - but what caught me is how the reflection lags a frame behind. Maybe intentional, maybe not. Doesn’t matter. It messes with your head. The pacing’s uneven, some transitions abrupt, but that chaos fits the story. If I could change one thing, I wouldn’t. Or maybe I would, but only to make it worse. Hard to tell anymore.

Guy starts out as total loser energy, right? No money, boring life, dad’s a weirdo, same four walls, same browser tabs, same boring porn. Then he finds out this family secret and suddenly it’s like someone toggled “god mode” on his bloodline. Not in the superhero sense, more like “oh, I can twist people’s minds and push them where I want” kind of way. And that hits harder when you realize most of the hot women around him are already kinda messed up in the head. There’s this really fun contrast: his vibe is still this awkward dude with messy room and hand-me-down clothes, while at the same time he’s casually nudging a proud older woman into flashing her tits from the balcony because he said it’d be “liberating.” She argues, blushes like crazy, then does it, and you feel that little “oh shit, I really made her do that” in your stomach along with the boner. That mix of guilt and arousal the game does a lot. It’s not subtle. It’s not trying to be moral. But it knows exactly what button it’s pushing.

The rooms and streets feel like they exist so you can wander around and hunt for those small dirty moments. Opening the fridge and catching your “relative” bending over in this thin T-shirt that basically draws the shape of her ass with the cloth, then later using that mental image to push a bit harder when you finally talk her into “just a kiss” that slides into tongue and then she ends up riding you on the couch like she’s been waiting for it for years. Dialog is where you feel the localization a lot. Some lines are a bit stiff, like “I will make you mine completely,” which sounds like a telenovela, but then there is this one scene where the older neighbor calls you “little parasite” while her nipples are poking through her blouse and it lands perfectly. The grammar slips here and there, but to be honest it kinda matches the MC’s brain. His thoughts read like someone who learned English from porn comments and Discord, and that’s not even a complaint. I was reading his inner monologues and going “yeah, that’s exactly how my brain sounds when I’m trying not to stare at someone’s cleavage on the subway.”

Sex scenes go from tender to completely fucked up faster than Chrome opens another tab. One route I had this shy girl doing cute, slow missionary, legs shaking, moaning your name soft, and then like two scenes later you’ve got her pressed to a wall, panties around one ankle, your hand on her throat while she’s begging you to finish inside her because she “belongs to you now.” The corruption ramp is actually pretty good at showing the steps. First she just sends you a slightly risky pic from the bathroom, you tease her about how you can almost see her pussy, and she says “don’t be gross.” Next scene she’s on video call pushing a dildo inside herself and asking if you’re going to “upgrade” her soon. The pacing feels weird sometimes, like scenes jump from teasing to full anal like the writer skipped two pages, but the core beats are hot enough you kinda forgive it in the moment. Also the tiny detail of having to grind a bit of cash or power before pushing further adds this nice tension: do I spend my energy convincing the classy MILF to cheat on her husband again, or do I break that cute girl’s mind a little more until she agrees to walk around town without panties because “you like it.” The game keeps dangling those choices in front of you, and every time you tell yourself you’ll be nice this time, you end up stuffing someone full of cum and marking them like property anyway.

You wander through this dead, sunburned Egypt where the sand is full of bones and broken tech, and somehow your biggest problem keeps becoming “who am I fucking tonight and how hard.” The game throws you in as this desert scavenger who is supposed to be hunting relics and old-world junk, but every time you push deeper into the ruins you just keep stumbling into more messed up, horny situations. One second you are negotiating with some half-feral tribal girl who wants water, the next second she is on her knees between your legs in a crumbling temple, sand dust falling from the ceiling while she gags on your cock and tries to keep eye contact like it’s some kind of ritual. The story pretends to care about fate, old gods, this artifact that can twist the future and all that, but the real tension is always “do you ruin this person, or do you pretend to be her savior while still using her body.” It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are playing with a broken toy that still smiles at you.

What actually keeps it interesting is how many different flavors of messed up it has. You have girls who melt the second you humiliate them in front of others, being dragged by a collar through a ruined street while people stare. You have this strict, icy woman who acts like she owns you, spitting orders and making you lick her feet, only for you to later chain her up in some underground chamber and fuck her until she cries and drools milk all over herself. One girl is shy and flat, another stacked and leaking, and the game really doesn’t care if you want to turn the whole ruined pyramid complex into your personal harem, breeding them, sharing them with your allies, or letting them “serve” as slaves in some filthy market. Sometimes the sex is slow and almost tender, bodies pressed together on dusty sheets in a half-collapsed apartment, sometimes it jumps into full-on horror, with blood, screaming, and you still hard while something awful drips down her thighs. You get pissing scenes in dirty showers, public use in alleys, group scenes in torch-lit chambers where everybody is sweaty and no one really knows who is fucking who anymore. There are moments where you feel like a monster, forcing a girl to strip in front of her own family, or making a daughter watch what you do to her mother, and the game just lets that hang there, no hand holding, no “good boy” message, just your choices and the way these broken people cling to you anyway. Then five minutes later you are clicking through some dialog that feels like it came from a hentai shitpost and laughing because it is so blunt and stupid. It is rough, filthy, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough, but it sticks in your head like the taste of sweat and sand on someone’s skin.

Japan in this game feels like someone took a horny sci fi reddit thread, fed it into ChatGPT on a bad day, then handed it to a very pervy writer with a school uniform fetish and a grudge. You land there as this kinda average 19-year-old dude, supposed to be an exchange student, pretending you care about classes while your brain is just full of your crush Julie’s tits and that tight ass she keeps pretending she doesn’t notice you staring at. Of course she brings her cute friend Alice, who acts like a good girl but gives you those tiny side glances that say “choke me a little, please.” On top of that, there is this whole mystery about Julie’s missing sister and a company that makes hyper realistic sex dolls, but half the time I kept forgetting about the plot because the game keeps throwing you in situations where you are either groping, being teased, or trying not to cum in your pants in some school hallway. The tone jumps around like crazy: one moment you flirt shyly in a classroom, next you are slapping a doll’s ass raw and making her call you master while your friend is in the next room. That mix actually works better than it should. It feels messy and dirty, in a good way.

The whole “Love Dolls” company thing is the part that stuck with me. Those dolls are basically walking sex toys with soft skin, big tits, big asses, and eyes that look a bit too human when you tell them to open their mouth wider and they just obey without question. They are made to be used, to be trained, to be humiliated. You can press them against a wall, pull their hair, force their legs apart, make them kneel on a cold floor and clean your dick with their tongue while you stare down like they’re nothing. There is this one scene where you are still acting like the innocent foreign student on the outside but behind a locked door you are pushing a doll face down on a school desk, fingers digging into her hips, pounding her so hard the animation actually sells the impact. Her tits bounce, her ass jiggles, she moans like a broken toy, and you know very well you are not supposed to be doing this in a place with textbooks and chalkboards. That mix of “I shouldn’t” and “I really, really will” is where the game shines. It goes from gentle teasing and soft kisses with your crush to rough anal with a doll chained to a bed, and the game barely blinks. You get moments of romance, then suddenly you’re strapping a toy to a girl, making her ride it until she’s shaking, and the MC is just watching with this fucked up curiosity like “what else can I do to her?” It’s not subtle, it’s not classy, and it absolutely doesn’t pretend to be. Which is kind of perfect for what it is.

The first thing I noticed was how slow it loads in Chrome compared to Firefox, which is weird, because other VN players always recommend Chrome. But after waiting through that blank white flicker, the title just appears, no fancy menu, and it sort of fits - like someone coded the whole thing in one long night with half a plan and a hard-on. The writing swings between absurdly corny dialogue and tense, breathy pauses that actually made me lean forward. Erza’s route hit harder than I expected; the engine stutters a bit when the transition hits from teasing to naked skin, as if the code itself got flustered. At one point Mirajane just stares at the camera, half-undressed, saying nothing, and it’s unsettling but kind of erotic? My mouse double clicked because I didn’t know whether to keep going or stop and breathe.

There’s too much sound compression, though - headphones exaggerate that low moan into something that buzzes in your skull. I liked the way the text box shakes when you make a rougher choice; you can practically feel the humiliation radiate off the screen, and maybe I’m reading too much into it, but that’s the first time I’ve ever felt genuine shame synced with a save file. The whole guild concept keeps drifting around, promising missions, quests, whatever, but it really just becomes an excuse for swapping scenes of control and surrender, of bodies framed like code samples gone wrong. I wanted to click “Settings” to adjust volume, but instead stumbled into an exhibitionism scene that started before I could move. And it’s messy, nerve-pinching messy - some sprite layer got stuck, half-transparent, hovering over Lucy’s face mid-fellatio, and for once, the glitch worked. Like voyeurism baked into the source.

Mobile version? Don’t even bother - touch controls feel like punishment. Still, there’s something raw in how it refuses to clean itself up. It’s not the kind of polish you expect. It’s more like intimacy leaking through bad optimization. Or maybe that’s me making excuses. I tried capturing a screenshot for a forum thread, but my phone overheated, and now whenever I unlock the screen, I swear I still see Mirajane’s smirk fading into white.