You start as this awkward newborn succubus who looks like she should already know how to ruin lives with a single blowjob, but actually she’s kind of a mess. That’s the fun part. The game doesn’t treat you like some overpowered goddess right away; you kind of stumble into your powers, tease them out of people, literally and emotionally. One moment you’re practicing a shy little handjob in a dark corner, next moment you’re learning how to twist someone’s mind with a half-whispered promise and a well-timed squeeze of your tits around their cock. The pacing is slower than many horny players want, but in a good way, like edging: long stretches of flirting, teasing, small talk, choices that feel harmless and then, ten clicks later, you realize you just corrupted a “good girl” into begging you to watch her masturbate against a toy you gave her. The sound helps a lot; there’s this soft, kind of hypnotic background track that hums under everything, and then tiny sharp sounds when you spank someone, or when skin rubs on sheets, or that slick wet noise when she slides down on you. It never screams for attention, it just drips into your brain until you’re way more invested than you thought. I played it with headphones on, Chrome full screen, Telegram blowing up in the background, didn’t answer a single message, because I was too busy making a “romance route” accidentally turn into blackmail and humiliation. And the game just quietly lets you do that without wagging its finger.

The whole thing looks like someone fed an AI a bunch of porn comics and fantasy posters, then a human with too much free time cleaned it up and decided, “Yeah, this milf gets a collar, and this busty schoolteacher also has a demonic tattoo under her skirt, nobody will notice until she’s naked.” The tits are huge in a very unapologetic way, like they’re their own characters, bouncing, getting fucked between, dripping cum from a sloppy titfuck POV while the camera stays just where it should: low, close, almost too intimate. Faces are expressive enough that when a girl pretends to be shy about exhibitionism, you see that tiny smirk that says she’s loving every second. Sometimes the AI CG shows weird little finger issues or strange shadows on hair and I kept staring at one girl’s ear that looked a bit like melted wax. Completely killed my vibe for half a scene. And then I forgot it two clicks later when she turned around and showed that big ass, cheeks red from spanking, needy for a creampie. It’s that kind of game. One moment you’re trying to play it “nice”, seducing slowly, picking romance options, kissing before sucking. Next moment your succubus side unlocks some darker path and you’re making her crawl naked across a living room, collar and leash, while her best friend watches and pretends she’s not turned on. The sandbox bits let you just wander, poke at characters, test different toys on them, watch them break piece by piece. Sometimes nothing happens and you get a boring chat scene that feels like filler, and you’re clicking annoyed, but then you hit a line where she admits she masturbated thinking about you dominating her and suddenly all those “wasted” clicks feel like foreplay. The game never rushes to the big group sex, to the harem piled around you, to the lesbian threesomes where you just sit back and enjoy the view while they lick each other for your approval. It just kind of slides there, one corrupted girl at a time, until you’re the quiet center of a storm of moans and obedience, and the only real question is who you’ll break next, softly or not at all.

Akira is the kind of walking disaster protagonist I like: dude’s broken, horny, and way too easy to manipulate. His girl Yuki died in a car crash, and he’s stuck in that grief spiral where your brain mixes sex and pain until it feels the same. Then he ends up at this creepy Kagetsu mansion with his hot professor Akane, who has that strict academic vibe that screams “I grade your papers and your stamina.” The place looks dead, rotten, like nobody has lived there in forever. But when Akira sleeps, the whole thing flips. Suddenly the mansion is alive and pretty again, servants walking around, warm lights, soft carpets, all that fake safety feeling. And in that dream version, there’s Sayuri, the elegant hostess who talks like she knows every dirty thought you had at puberty, her obedient maid Mizuki, and her daughter Momiji who is way too sweet in a place that smells like a curse. Oh, and Yuki. Back from the dead. Smiling. Breathing. Moaning. Not rotting. You feel it right away: this place is wrong as fuck, but in a way your dick is very okay with.

The fun thing is how the game makes you sit in Akira’s messed up head. One scene he’s holding Yuki, absolutely convinced this is his second chance, clinging to her like she’ll vanish if he blinks. Next scene he’s in the real ruined mansion, sweating, mind full of weird whispers and flashes of Sayuri’s eyes looking at him like he’s already owned. The erotic bits hit harder because they’re tangled with guilt: when Yuki is on top of him, begging him not to leave her again, you almost forget there’s something rotten behind her smile. Then the game undercuts it with small details, like the way the wallpaper pattern twitches at the corner of the screen, or how her voice overlaps with another woman’s for half a line. It’s not jumpscare horror, more that slow “why is my boner making me feel unsafe” vibe. There are routes, choices, all that usual visual novel stuff, but the nice part is how it likes to tease you with the “good” path where you can save Yuki, then quietly push you closer to this fucked up god in the mansion that clearly wants more than just your soul. Sometimes the pacing drags and a scene talks in circles, but then suddenly you get a moment like Mizuki kneeling in the hallway, collar on, reciting some ritual text while her hands shake, and it hooks you right back into that mix of ritual, sex, and fear. By the time you notice that every “comfort” scene is just another chain around Akira’s neck, you already picked the choice that tightens it.

Game throws you right into this guy’s life where he thinks he’s hot shit, top dog, king of everything. Classic overconfident main dude who’s used to grabbing any woman he wants and stepping on everyone else on the way. And yeah, at the start it actually kinda works for him, he’s smooth, successful, cocky as hell. But the fun part is watching that whole ego slowly get chewed up and spat out by the women around him. They don’t just tease him. They break him in pieces and then decide if he’s going to be a toy, a pet, or just a living stress ball for their boots. And it’s not fake femdom with “oh no, I’m dominating you but I secretly worship you”, it’s: “shut up, open your mouth, and be useful”. POV scenes really hit hard here, especially when someone grabs him by the hair, spits in his face, forces his tongue to work or her heel presses on his cheek and you just see that mix of fear and arousal. It feels nasty in a good way, like your browser history should be on a watchlist after this.

The humiliation side isn’t just flavor text. You actually feel his status dropping in world. One day he’s this top businessman, next day he’s on his knees licking a shoe while a milf in tight office clothes laughs about how he used to sign her checks. There’s a scene where he gets blackmailed with some compromising stuff and ends up agreeing to be a “stress relief” toy for a bored woman who’s way too calm while stomping on his balls. She’s scrolling Telegram with one hand, casually slapping his nuts with the other, like it’s a side quest. Ballbusting fans are going to rewind that one. Then suddenly it shifts and she pushes him down, sits on his face, grinds on him until he’s gasping for air, calls him “decoration” and walks off like he doesn’t matter. I loved it and also kinda hated how small it makes him feel. There’s foot stuff all over the place too, not just basic foot kissing. Footjobs while he begs to cum, faces pressed into sweaty soles, being forced to clean them with his tongue after she walks around. And yeah, sometimes the translations go weird and a serious scene drops a line that sounds like it came from Google Translate hell, but I got used to it. The pegging parts hit suddenly too, like one moment she’s stroking his ego with some fake praise, next thing she’s already behind him with lube and a strap, slapping his ass and calling him “office slut” while he grips the table and tries not to scream. He totally fails. There’s also this other route where you play a woman instead, but that one goes more straight to the point, less “rise and fall”, more “how cruel do you wanna be today?” and honestly that felt colder in a fun way, like you’re the one doing the harassment in the elevator, the whipping when he hesitates, the little “good boy” pat before you spit in his mouth for getting too proud again. No soft romance here, no safe cuddly ending, just a slow grind into ownership and control. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Daydreamer feels like watching the horniest week of some guy’s life play out in slow motion, in a town where every woman has either a huge ass, ridiculous tits, or both, and nobody is really dressed for a “serious” school environment. You’re dropped into this early adult phase where he’s stuck between being a lazy little pervert and actually trying to be a decent human, walking around with blue balls and half-formed ethics. The whole school setting is more like a pressure cooker than a campus. Tight skirts barely covering anything, shirts that forget how buttons work, the kind of “accidental” groping that is not accidental at all. One moment he’s zoning out in class, trying not to stare at a teacher’s cleavage while she bends over the desk, the next he’s imagining his hand sliding over that big ass, fingers digging in, then snapping back before he literally starts rubbing himself at his seat. And honestly he still almost does. At least twice. Maybe more.

What I like as a gender nerd who also likes filth is how the game never pretends to be “pure romance” even for one second. The teasing stays mean and messy. Girls lean over him with their big tits pressed into his arm while they “help with homework”, ask him totally normal questions with their lips so close he can feel their breath, then act innocent when his dick is obviously hard. There is this couch scene with an older woman, a proper milf type, where she’s “just relaxing” in yoga pants that cling to her curves like a second skin. He ends up with his hand on her hip, then lower, then fully cupping that ass while she gives him this half warning, half hungry look. She should tell him no. She absolutely doesn’t. The escalation feels dirty in a way that is not subtle: heavy groping, her grinding against his lap, the kind of oral sex where you can practically feel how desperate he is not to finish too fast. The vaginal sex scenes hit that line between affectionate and just plain horny rutting, especially when he finally gets inside someone he’s been daydreaming about for ages, and he loses all that “I’ll go slow” nonsense in like five thrusts. There is a lot of masturbation too, including him jerking off in totally unsafe places, like the bathroom right after a class where a girl kept brushing her tits on his shoulder. It makes sense for his age, this feeling that every woman is walking porn, but it also shows how the world is set up to orbit around his desire, and that part is both hot and a bit annoying at the same time. The static story sometimes feels like being locked in a horny boy’s brain with no exit, but that single track focus also lets the sexual tension simmer in a very slow, very dirty way that you kind of hate and kind of keep clicking for.