Millie's got that thicc demon energy that hits different when you're supposedly dead but somehow hornier than ever. This Helluva Boss parody throws you into Hell's most dysfunctional assassination company where the mystery of your own demise takes backseat to getting spanked by cartoon demon girls with impossibly round asses. The whole "solve your death" plotline? Yeah, that gets real fuzzy when Mildred's bent over showing off assets that defy both physics and good taste.

What starts as detective work quickly devolves into pure horniness wrapped in familiar red-skinned characters doing things Vivienne Medrano definitely didn't approve for cable. The paranormal elements feel more like convenient excuses to get freaky with monster girls who somehow make being dead seem like the best career move you never made. Male protagonist stumbles through Hell like he's got permanent brain fog, which honestly tracks when every demon chick is packing heat in all the right places. The cheating mechanics add this weird guilt layer that shouldn't work but absolutely does - nothing says "I'm investigating my mysterious death" quite like raw-dogging your way through the entire I.M.P. roster.

The spanking scenes hit with that cartoon physics energy where asses jiggle like they're made of premium jello, and honestly? The 2D art style works better for this kind of degenerate content than any realistic approach could. Helluva Game knows exactly what it is - shameless fan service disguised as mystery solving, where the real mystery becomes how many demon girls you can corrupt before remembering you're supposed to be dead. The parody elements nail that irreverent Helluva Boss humor while cranking the sexual tension to levels that would make Blitzo blush. Sure, the plot about your death exists somewhere in there, but good luck caring when Millie's teaching you new definitions of "workplace harassment."

This one feels like some horny mage wrote his mid‑life crisis on a napkin, spilled beer on it, then actually cast a spell and turned it into a game. You play as Sam, or whatever name you type in when you’re already half hard, a guy who’s supposed to be powerful and wise but spends most of the story thinking with his dick around monster girls and old mistakes. It’s connected to that main List Saga thing, but this side story is more like sneaking out of a serious fantasy novel to go fuck in the alley behind the magic academy. You keep bumping into this whole mess from your past that refuses to stay buried: the wife you literally tied to a book, the kid you may or may not have screwed over, and these non‑human girls who want to either eat your soul or sit on your face. Sometimes both, honestly.

What makes it weirdly hot is how the game doesn’t rush. It’s not “click button, instant tits.” First you get that slow magical mind control stuff, where you’re not sure if you’re the one in charge or if the monster girl is just letting you think you are. There’s a scene early on where you’re arguing with this horned librarian chick about forbidden grimoires, and the dialogue suddenly slides into her pushing into your mind like warm fingers, asking why you’re still obsessed with that old book that has your wife’s soul. Next click and she’s on her knees, drool on her lips, eyes glowing, taking your cock in her mouth while you feel her in your head, whispering that your son will hate you forever. It’s filthy and kind of fucked up, and yeah, it works. The animated stuff sells it, you actually see the hips move when you’re pounding into her, the little shiver when you pull out and then change your mind and slam right back in. Creampie shots are not shy at all, cum pooling inside, dripping out, especially when it’s some monster girl pussy with weird details that’d get you banned on Instagram in half a second. Sometimes the pacing is like a party that forgot there was supposed to be music: long quiet scene, heavy lore talk about the old spell and your missing kid, then suddenly you’re balls deep in a slime girl who learns your memories by swallowing your load. Then nothing for a bit, just walking around, using spells, checking the same room twice because you swear the book on the table moved, but it didn’t. Or maybe it did, I still don’t know, the thing annoyed me the whole time. The good part is when Sam is supposed to stay focused, talk about “responsibility” and “consequences”, and instead you steer him straight into another mind‑controlled blowjob, or a rough vaginal scene where the monster girl begs you to finish inside so she can “keep a piece of your magic.” It’s filthy, a little pathetic, and somehow romantic in the wrong way, like arguing over who is the best waifu while you’re literally rewriting her brain with your cock. Honestly, I came, then felt bad for like twenty seconds, then wanted to test a different choice to see if I could still break her mind and leave her smiling with your seed leaking down her thighs.

Eric is the kind of guy you walk past ten times and never really notice. Quiet, normal, owns a cozy little coffee shop, same playlist every day, shirts that probably came in a pack of three. Then suddenly his life turns into the kind of shit you only see on those late night Patreon posts. One moment he’s cleaning cups, trying not to burn the croissants again, next moment there’s this gorgeous girl leaning over the counter with her tits about to escape from her top, asking about “special blends” in a tone that has nothing to do with coffee. And he thinks it’s just a flirty customer. It’s not. It’s the warm up.

What I like is how slow it pretends to be at first. You get all this teasing, these small moments where a hand lingers too long, a skirt rides up when she sits, someone “accidentally” brushes against his crotch in that tiny storage room that doesn’t even look big enough to fit two people but somehow fits a girl on her knees. There’s one scene early where Eric is closing shop, and one of the girls stays behind. She’s helping wipe the tables, bends over just a bit too far, and you see the curve of that big ass under her skirt. It doesn’t jump straight to fucking, she starts asking him weird questions about “other realms” while she slowly runs her finger around the rim of his coffee cup, and you can feel he’s half confused, half hard as a rock. I wish more games paced the build like this. Except later it just throws subtlety out the window and you’re balls deep in a monster girl on a couch that definitely isn’t health code approved.

Once the non-human side starts showing, it gets fun in this horny, slightly dumb way. There’s the moment one girl reveals she’s not exactly human in the middle of a blowjob. She’s under the table, Eric is trying to keep talking to a customer, and then her tongue suddenly feels a little too long, a little too strong, wrapping around his shaft while she keeps sucking. He’s sweating, trying not to moan, the customer is rambling about milk alternatives, and you just know he’s about to cum in the worst possible timing. Then you see her real form later and think, yeah ok, I’d still fuck that. Some of the bodies are ridiculous in the best porn logic: huge tits that bounce even when they breathe, thick thighs that look like they could crush him if she rides too hard, asses that fill half the screen when she climbs on top. There’s a nice mix of soft romance and “I need your dick right now” energy too. One girl wants slow, deep, almost tender vaginal sex on his bed after a long talk, kissing him and holding his face while she sinks down on him. Another one climbs into his lap in the back room, pulls his cock out, spits on it, and starts grinding like she hasn't seen a man in a century. Sometimes it leans into the emotional stuff, with Eric really trying to understand what these girls are, where they come from, how his quiet little world suddenly got teeth and claws and horny eyes. Then other times it just goes straight to her sitting on his face, using him like a toy, and the “plot” takes a nap. At some point you realize the coffee shop is basically a front for a harem of supernatural trouble, and if you’re anything like me, you keep clicking anyway, pretending you care about lore while actually waiting to see who sucks him off next.

This one hits different because the main guy is supposed to be a clown, but he literally can’t lie. Not even a tiny white one. So you’re walking around this fucked up city that worships fake smiles and cheap jokes, and every time you open your mouth, you just drop brutal honesty like a sledgehammer. People ask if their ass looks big and he’s like, “Yeah, it does, and it’s distracting in a good way,” and suddenly the whole scene goes sideways. The comedy isn’t just there for memes, it actually drives the porn. Half the lewd moments start because you said something too real, too sharp, and someone decides to punish you or reward you for it. It’s like watching a stand-up show that slowly mutates into a hentai, but the punchlines are basically social suicide. You’ve got this harem orbit forming around a dude who’s bad at pretending, which is kind of hilarious because every other game in this genre is about smooth talk and here you’re just blurting out the raw shit no normal person would admit.

The women are ridiculous in the best, trashy way. Big tits that look like they’re about to punch gravity in the face, asses so huge you start wondering about back pain, monster girls that belong in someone’s cursed browser history. There’s this one monster girl scene where she asks if you’re scared of her claws and instead of doing the usual “wow you’re so beautiful” routine, he tells her she looks like a horny nightmare from a hentai subreddit. She goes quiet for a second, blushes, then climbs on top of him with this “oh, you think that’s scary?” vibe and suddenly you’re watching her ride him like she’s trying to erase reality. Simple choices like “tell the nice lie” or “tell the ugly truth” keep turning into either humiliation, rough affection, or masturbation scenes where he’s just furiously jerking off while overthinking everything he said that day. I actually hated how often the game makes you click through his internal monologue in those jerk-off scenes, but then I kinda liked it because it feels like watching a clown take the makeup off while still stroking his dick. The pacing’s weird too, like eating a cake that keeps switching between chocolate and chili without warning, but when it hits a good stretch of comedy with sex right behind it, it absolutely works. Some of the parody gags feel like they’re trying too hard, like that one bit that’s clearly riffing on superhero movies and drags a little, yet a few minutes later there’s a romance moment where a girl with a massive ass sits on his lap, asks him what he really thinks of her, and you pick the blunt answer. She stares, cheeks go red, then quietly grinds on him until you both forget there was ever a joke in the scene to begin with.

You wake up in a world that finally stopped killing itself with wars, and somehow it feels even weirder. No epic quest, no demon lord to stab, just this quiet, awkward peace and a hometown where people are falling into this slow, horny coma called Blissful Sleep. They look peaceful, but something is very wrong, and of course your own sister is hit by it, so you drag your ass back home. Daytime is all about pretending to be a normal adventurer who totally doesn’t get turned on by half the people in town. You plan routes, buy gear, manage your team like some horny version of a strategy RPG, but every little choice is secretly about who you want closer, who you tease, who you push into your orbit. There’s a priestess who talks about purity and then accidentally brushes your thigh a bit too long, a strict milf who pretends she’s only here to keep order but blushes like crazy when you actually flirt, and a monster girl with way too many sharp teeth who still somehow feels like the safest one to fall asleep next to. Text boxes look harmless until suddenly someone is on their knees and you’re trying to pretend you didn’t just click through a blowjob scene in two seconds by mistake because your hand slipped.

Night comes and the real shit starts. You drop into the dream world, and that place doesn’t care about your morals at all. It’s turn based, it’s dice, it’s numbers on the screen, but the fights feel dirty in a good way. Succubi taunt you mid combat, offering buffs if you “relax your guard” and let them sit on your face between turns. There’s this futa knight who shows up like some recurring miniboss, towering over you, cock already half hard, offering you a “truce” where she pins you down and uses your body as tribute. Lose to her too many times and you kinda stop being sure who’s dominating who, because yeah she’s the one fucking you, but you’re the one choosing to lean into it every time. The game lets you tongue-first your way through monster girls, slide into warm dream pussies, fill them until their bellies twitch, then throws you back into the daytime like nothing happened. Religion shows up twisted inside the dreams, holy symbols glowing while a pious girl wraps her tits around your shaft, whispering prayers while she milks you for another creampie in the name of “salvation”. You’re supposed to be solving the curse, finding the core of the Blissful Sleep, but some runs you just wander from event to event, pushing lust values, half-accidentally turning a kind woman into someone who begs strangers for cock in her dreams because you kept choosing the slightly more pervy option whenever it popped up. And somewhere in there, between a teasing handjob in the camp tent and a brutal futa-on-hero pegging session after a bad roll, you realize you’re not just exploring the dream world. It’s exploring you back.

Astra feels like that performer in a tiny bar who walks on stage like it’s a royal court, tits half-out, tail swaying like a metronome, and suddenly everyone shuts up. The game frames her as this “runaway princess,” but honestly she reads more like a bored porn star who finally walked off the set. She had the castle, the arranged noble husband, the fancy duties, but no real chance to decide who gets to touch her and how. Now she is on this remote island, living out of caravans and backstage corners, building a traveling erotic show where her body is the banner and her freedom is the script. The whole thing moves like a fantasy road story where every stop is an excuse for some new mix of magic, fur, and very direct penetration. Sex is not a side dish here; it is the main way the game talks about power, comfort, performance, humiliation, and that weird thrill when you know half the crowd wants to own you and the other half wants to be you.

The furry angle is not just some quick slap of ears and tail. Astra is all curves and fluff, big ass that the camera is almost obsessed with, big tits that bounce in a way that look a bit too proud of themselves. Animations focus a lot on how she moves rather than just where the dick goes. When she walks across the stage in one of her outfits, there is this playful sway that already feels like foreplay. Then you get to the monster girls and other creatures she meets while traveling, and it becomes this parade of different bodies that could never exist in real life but still feel hot in a very straightforward “I want that inside me” way. One moment she is riding some horned beast-man, his cock thick and veiny, pinning her to the floor of some makeshift tent. Next moment she is tongue-deep with a monster girl whose claws are gently scratching her hips while Astra’s thighs are shaking. And yes, there is a lot of straight-up vaginal sex, explicit, messy, with those wet sound cues that would make anyone nervous if the browser volume is too high. There are scenes where she spreads herself for an audience, where the show is basically a live porn act, and the tension is not if she will fuck, but who gets the honor and how many times.

The small “adventure” spine trying to hold this horny creature together is pretty simple, but sometimes that works. Astra chooses where to perform, who to trust on this island, how to deal with her past crashing in on warships and titles. You talk, you flirt, you strip, you let monsters and people use you, you sometimes use them back. There is this noble asshole from her old life who wants her body as property, and the game really likes putting her between that world of strict duty and this new circus of lust where she chooses when to open her legs and when to close them. Still, at moments the pacing feels like edging gone on too long. You sit through a bit of dialogue about islands and politics and all you want is to see her pushed against a wagon wall again. Some animations loop a little too obviously, like a cheap OnlyFans clip you still watch three times. And I kept staring at her tail in one particular sex scene because it clipped weird through the floor, and after that I could not unsee it and it annoyed me more than it should. But then the game throws this quiet moment where she cuddles half-naked with another girl, both of them still sticky, talking about what freedom actually costs, and suddenly the porn has a bit of heart again. Not too much, just enough that when she arches her back and moans in the next animated thrust, you remember this is a princess who finally writes her own dirty script.

You wake up on this busted, dead-looking planet, dust in your mouth, no magic sparkles, no elves singing, just you, some broken tech, and a damn fairy in a jar. Not the cute Disney kind either. She’s mouthy, half-naked, glowing like someone’s kink idea of a firefly, and absolutely done with your bullshit from the first line. The game doesn’t waste time pretending to be deep. You’re basically a pervy handyman from space who accidentally wanders into a twisted fairy tale universe where all the “princesses” are way too hot, kind of messed up in the head, and weirdly into being watched, trained, and pushed. You start small, literally, with that fairy in her jar. You poke at her, tease her, threaten to shake the jar if she doesn’t strip. It’s fucked up, but also funny, because she swears at you like a drunk gnome and then still ends up bent over, ass to the glass, wing tattoos shaking while you “inspect” her. The humor is juvenile on purpose, like someone made Pornhub and Newgrounds have a trash baby.

Once you get used to that, the game just keeps escalating. You stumble into this busted-out abandoned facility that looks more sci-fi than fantasy, and it’s wired into the fairy tale world somehow. There’s these pods where you call in girls like you’re ordering horny royalty from a glitchy space Uber. First time you meet the fake Snow White version, she acts all pure and dumb, asking why the scanner keeps focusing on her ass. You know the answer. One minute you’re just scanning her body, pretending it’s for “research”, next minute you’re pulling her panties aside and the camera zooms right between her cheeks like it’s the main event. The anal content is not subtle at all. She tries to keep this innocent tone even while she’s gasping, and your guy is just commenting on her tight asshole like he’s reading patch notes. There’s this one animated loop where she’s bracing her hands against a control panel, tits pressed to the screen, you slam into her from behind, and the UI flickers every time your hips hit. Stupid little detail, but it stuck in my head. And yeah, you can just stand there watching the loop for way too long like some creep. That’s kind of the point.

The monster girls are the part where it stops pretending to be “mostly normal porn”. There’s a scene with this rosette-looking plant chick that literally blooms when she gets aroused, petals peeling back while you finger her and she’s moaning about nutrient transfer. You can tilt the camera to get that low angle where her vines are wrapped around your waist while you’re pounding her, and she’s blushing green and pink at the same time. Then there’s this Tinkerbell parody that’s tiny, pissed off, and somehow still into having your giant cock shoved between her ass cheeks while she’s pinned to a transparent surface so you can watch everything. The voyeur angle is heavy here, lots of moments where you’re behind glass, or in a lab, or peeking in on a “princess” trying out some weird alien toy she swears she found by accident. You click an option, the toy goes from soft buzz to full-on drilling her ass, and she’s halfway between screaming and laughing. It’s all animated just enough to feel dirty, not polished like a AAA thing, and that roughness actually fits. Like some horny mechanic got into a god computer and used it only to design anal scenes with fairy tale girls. There’s a bit with a character called Anna where you trick her into “helping with an experiment”, but the whole test is just how many times you can make her cum from anal alone. She’s trying to give serious feedback about pressure and angle while you rail her and it’s hilarious. And yeah, you’ll probably replay scenes just to catch different lines, because once you hear your MC say he’s “upgrading her rear input port” while she’s drooling on the table, it kind of sticks in your brain forever.

This one feels like some horny game dev looked at old point and click adventures, got frustrated that you couldn’t just grab the NPC’s tits, and then decided “fine, I’ll do it myself.” You play as this guy who isn’t really a hero, more like a pervy glitch in the system, wandering around a fantasy town where everybody acts like standard NPC background dolls. They repeat the same lines, stand in the same spot, ignore you unless some invisible flag is flipped. Except the fun is exactly that you don’t play by those rules. You poke at the edges, touch what you’re not “supposed” to touch, and the game just goes “yeah ok, that works.” It feels less like you’re following a quest and more like you’re abusing dev mode on a porn server that forgot to log you out.

First time I triggered the shop girl event, I actually laughed. She’s doing her basic dialogue loop, all polite merchant smile, and I just start clicking everywhere like a degenerate speedrunner. Instead of the usual “that doesn’t work,” her clothes start reacting. Little tug here, skirt rides up. Another click, her top just kind of flickers and now her nipples are already out, and she’s still talking like a normal NPC about discounts, like nothing weird is happening. That mix of deadpan NPC chatter with your hand squeezing her ass is stupidly hot. It’s not instant porn-thirst either, the game makes you poke around a bit, figure out where the invisible hotspots are, like a dirty hidden object puzzle. Then you hit the right chain and suddenly she’s bent over the counter, dick in her pussy while the text still pretends you’re “browsing wares.” And yeah, it’s AI CG, you can kinda tell in some frames, the hair blends weird, but then she’s choking on your cock in a short looping animation and you just stop caring about the fingers looking a bit off in one shot.

The whole “free use” vibe is strong, but twisted through this NPC logic. Sometimes you’re basically using her like a toy in public, and the rest of the world just keeps running its script. Monster girl shows up in one scene like she’s just another NPC type, but of course she’s not, she moves slightly wrong, looks a bit too aware. Oral, vaginal, anal, it’s all there, but it’s the way the game ties it to clicking and “breaking” the scene that got me. You’re not picking choices from a list; you’re pushing on the edges of the world, stripping clothes piece by piece, sliding from groping to full-on fucking just by insisting with your mouse like a horny QA tester. It’s short, yeah, and the interface sometimes feels like it’s trolling you with one-pixel hotspots. I swear one of the hover tooltips is misaligned and it annoyed the hell out of me, and then I forgot because I was busy pounding an NPC who’s still reciting her standard welcome line while you cum inside her and the game quietly pretends that’s a normal interaction. Leaderboard brain in me kind of wanted a “fastest to make her swallow” timer, but it’s probably better it’s not there. Or worse. I can’t decide.

Arthur already has that whole golden boy thing going on, king of Camelot, shining armor, pretty speeches about honor and whatever. But this game basically asks: what happens when all that noble shit hits a wall made of pure pussy and bad decisions. You wake up in his skin, and you can kind of feel it right away, he’s not built for what’s coming. The court still sings about loyalty, about knights and purity, while your wife, Guinevere, is getting slowly pulled away from you by the one guy you should trust the most. Lancelot doesn’t just want her, he wants to ruin everything by taking her little by little, touch by touch, until your proud queen turns into a trembling mess who can’t say no to him anymore. The story doesn’t waste time on side stuff. It’s a straight kinetic ride where you mostly just watch it all unravel, like a slow car crash where the airbags are big tits and messy creampies.

The pacing is actually nasty in a good way. Guinevere doesn’t go from “my dear husband” to “fuck me rough, Lancelot” in one click. It crawls. First it’s that aching guilt in her face when he gets too close, his hand pressed against her lower back a bit too long in the hallway, his fingers brushing over her ass through the dress while he whispers that Arthur is too busy for her. Then you get a scene where he pushes her against a stone pillar, groping her tits through the fabric, and you feel that moment where she should pull away but just kind of… freezes. The CGs lean into that, with those tight shots of her lips slightly open, eyes wet, thighs pressed together, and you know she’s already halfway lost. It’s all very “fantasy courtly drama” on the surface, but every event is basically foreplay for the next betrayal. When they finally cross the line, it’s raw: him bending her over the bed that was supposed to be yours, slapping her big ass as he rams into her, his cum leaking out of her used pussy while she tries to tell herself it was a mistake. Spoiler: it’s not the last time, not even close.

What I liked way too much, as someone who always wants that 100% gallery, is how the sex escalates like a fucked up skill tree. You think, ok, he already fucked her, we’re done. But then there’s a scene in the royal bath where he orders her to get on her knees between his legs, and the camera practically lives in that sloppy blowjob, her hand wrapping around his shaft, drool dripping down, his fingers tangled in her hair. Later, when he titfucks her, those huge tits look almost comical trying to wrap around his cock, but the devs commit, they give you that moment of her looking up, cheeks flushed, nipples stiff, while his dick slides between them and smears pre all over. And they don’t chicken out on group stuff either. Once he fully breaks her, he’s not satisfied with just taking the queen for himself. He brings in “trusted” knights, treats her like a prize on display. There’s this brutal scene in a torchlit chamber where Guinevere is sandwiched between armor and muscle, one guy pounding her pussy raw from behind, another shoving his cock between her lips, her moaning and choking, tearing up while Lancelot watches with that smug look. Cum on her face, cum dripping from her used hole, a messy creampie staining the royal sheets right after she’d sworn loyalty to Arthur in public. It’s netorare at its most mean: you sit there in Arthur’s role, forced to watch your own legend rot from the inside, while your queen turns into the castle’s favorite toy and you can’t click your way to a happy end. The fact it’s all linear kind of fits, like destiny itself is just laughing and pushing you deeper into the mud.