You pull up to this creepy old family estate with your aunt, thinking it’s just some boring photo job before the place gets sold off. Empty hallways, dusty furniture, that old house smell that feels like it sticks to your clothes. Not sexy at all at first. Then the highway gets blocked by a wreck, phone signal dies a sad little death, and suddenly you’re stuck there for the night with your “aunt” who looks more like someone’s porn search history than a real relative. Big tits barely contained, that kind of ass that makes you forget basic manners, and this weird tension where every “innocent” touch feels like it’s about one step away from turning into a hand on your thigh. The game just leans into that slow burn, like it knows exactly how wrong this whole setup is and doesn’t give a fuck.

It’s a kinetic thing, so you’re not here sweating decisions, you’re here to watch this guy slowly lose his moral compass while ghosts, shadows, and other shit that probably shouldn’t exist keep poking holes in his sense of reality. One minute you’re walking around rooms that feel too big and too quiet, getting this cold horror vibe, and the next your aunt is bending over the wrong way and your brain is like “yeah, I’d risk the family curse for that.” The paranormal stuff isn’t just for jumpscares either. There’s this monster girl scene where the line between “I should run” and “I should fuck this” basically vanishes, and the game just smiles at you while you try to pretend you’re not into it. Humor pops up at weird times too, like the protagonist reacting to something terrifying with horny sarcasm instead of fear, and it actually works. You’ll be going from being low-key freaked out by a shadow in the doorframe to watching a blowjob with a sex toy involved and thinking “okay, priorities, sure.”

Romance here is screwed up in the best way. It’s not tender, it’s not clean, it’s two lonely people in a haunted house using each other while pretending it’s about “comfort” and “closeness.” There’s a masturbation scene where the MC thinks nobody is watching, except of course something is, and the whole voyeuristic thing just slaps harder because of how exposed he looks. The exhibitionism hits in small doses: a half-open door, someone almost walking in, maybe a ghost lurking while she rides you, that kind of “someone could see” pressure that makes everything hotter. Oral, vaginal, toys, big curves shoved in your face, the works, and it all happens in this weird mix of horror and comedy where you’re aroused, then on edge, then laughing at a stupid line. It’s messy, morally fucked, and not even pretending to be wholesome. Honestly feels less like a polished porn fantasy and more like some horny fever dream you had after binging horror movies and scrolling Pornhub at the same time.

You start as this poor bastard trying to get a job at Chimera Corp, and the “job interview” is basically you poking at a digital girl until she turns into exactly the kind of slutty little toy the company wants. It looks all corporate and clean at the start, like some boring HR training module, then you realize the whole thing is just an excuse to mess with a test subject’s body, brain, and personality in the most fucked up sci‑fi way possible. You don’t move a character on a map or anything, you sit in front of a fake company interface and tweak stats, pick sub-options, and watch your test girl go from regular office chick to whatever flavor of corrupted meat puppet you’re in the mood for. That could be a wide‑eyed innocent with slightly fuller lips and bigger tits who just “kind of likes” sucking cock now, or a full-on lactating breeding cow with a fat ass, ahegao face, and a contract to do double anal for company publicity material. The more you play with the sliders and categories, the more you start to feel a bit like a mad scientist who found a porn hub hidden inside Excel.

What sells it is how reactive everything feels. Tiny changes to “obedience” or “sexuality” don’t just show up as a number, they twist her whole vibe. One run you nudge her toward prostitution training and suddenly the feedback text starts describing her as eager to take on more clients, offering anal and titfucks to upsell, drooling about group sessions and bukkake “for the brand.” Pick more hardcore path and now she’s a mind‑broken BDSM pet, calling herself company property, begging to be branded and collared, talking like she lives to be spitroasted by management. Push transformation and body mods and you get big tits, big ass, different outfits, different hair, different speech patterns, sometimes a total change of identity, newly chosen name included, like she forgot she ever was a person and not a slave template. There are lots of little puzzle moments too, where you try to hit a specific combination: the right mix of obedience, skill, and depravity to unlock a certain type of ending. Some leads you to a loyal office whore who handles private “meetings” and HR blackmail, other ones spit out a gangbang-ready cum dump that the company loans to entire teams as stress relief. And yeah, budget limits mean you cannot just max everything, you gotta pick if you want her to be an anal specialist, an oral goddess, or the perfect multi‑penetration toy that passes internal QA.

The art is AI generated but it actually works for this weird corporate-sci‑fi vibe, like you are browsing some shady internal database of test subjects that were never meant to see daylight. You keep clicking and thinking “okay, that’s enough” and then you stumble on a variation where she has milk dripping from huge tits, mascara running, mouth open in a ruined ahegao while the report calmly talks about her “improved productivity in group sex environments” and suddenly you are doing another playthrough. The writing leans hard into male domination and control, but it has that slightly fucked up humor where the system describes her as a “valuable asset for customer engagement” while she is basically a programmable anal slave who loves creampies and toys rammed everywhere. There is management logic behind everything too, which is funny: the game scores you not on how “nice” you are, but how profitable your personal fuckdoll is, how many holes she can keep busy, how marketable her new look is. It is short, yeah, and sometimes a stat change gives you a result you did not expect and you sit there swearing at the monitor because she lost the perfect big ass combo you just had, but then you restart and make a slightly different monster, a little more obedient, a little more corrupted, and you kind of forget you were annoyed five minutes ago.

Game drops you in this not-quite-our-world city where everything looks familiar until someone casually rips a guy in half and nobody blinks. You play this “hero” who is basically what happens if Superman stopped pretending to be nice and just did whatever gave him a hard-on. He’s invincible, knows it, and the story never shuts up about that, which is kind of the point. One moment you’re saving some chick from a mugger, next moment you’re shoving the mugger’s face through a wall, there’s teeth and blood everywhere, and she’s staring at you with that shocked open-mouth look that’s halfway between fear and “fuck me now”. That whole corruption vibe is strong here: women start out scared, confused, pretending they still have morals, and a few “rescues” later they’re begging to be used, cheeks smeared with cum and mascara, while bodies are still cooling in the background. The game doesn’t even pretend to be tasteful. You’ll have scenes where you punch a dude so hard his guts spray the alley, then it cuts right to the girl with an ahegao face while you rail her against the same wall, blood still dripping. Real romantic atmosphere.

Art style is funny in a good way. It looks like the dev got halfway between “serious superhero comic” and “horny shitpost” and just said screw it, we’re going with this. Big tits everywhere, like gravity is just a rumor. Faces go from normal to full ahegao with drool strings and crossed eyes the second you start fucking them harder, and some of the transitions are almost too honest. One moment she’s humiliated, crying, telling you to stop, next frame her tongue is out and she’s clenching around you while you threaten to drop her from the sky. Animated loops are short but nasty in the right way: rough anal with her nails scratching the floor, sloppy oral where she’s choking and still forced to look up at you, creampie shots where you can literally see it leaking out while she’s trying to catch her breath. There’s cheating stuff too, of course. Boyfriend shows up, tries to act like a man, you casually break his arm like it’s a breadstick, then fuck his girl in front of him while he screams. Game really likes that humiliation angle, sometimes it overdoes it to the point you just stare at the screen like “bro, chill”, but then five clicks later you’re watching another pussy-stretching close-up and magically you don’t care anymore.

Story pretends to talk about power and responsibility, but let’s be real, it’s about power and pussy. You get choices, but most of them boil down to “do you want to be an asshole” or “do you want to be a worse asshole”, and honestly that fits the setting. There’s a scene where you fly a girl to the top of a building, clothes half torn from the speed, she’s clinging to you for dear life, and instead of anything heroic, you just bend her over the edge and fuck her while she cries that she’s scared of falling. Camera zooms in on her face, tears mixing with drool, then zooms out so you see the city lights below and your hand grabbing her hair like she’s just a handle. Another moment, after a particularly nasty fight with some powered thug, there’s gore everywhere, pieces of him on the pavement, and the game just hard-cuts from his brain matter to you forcing his girlfriend on her knees in the same puddle, making her suck you off while her mascara runs into the blood. That’s the whole tone: hero logo on your chest, brutality on one side of the screen, holes getting filled on the other. It’s loud, trashy, mean, and doesn’t fake any “wholesome” bullshit. Honestly, if I could ban boring PG superhero plots from the entire genre and replace them with this messy, horny disaster, I would.

You’re a rookie reporter who clearly skipped the “professional distance” chapter in journalism school. The game drops you back in your hometown with a shiny new job at the top newspaper, but it feels less like serious reporting and more like a long, horny field trip where every “interview” can end with your dick somewhere it absolutely shouldn’t be. One minute you’re chasing a lead about some shady business deal, the next you’re on your knees under a desk, trying to keep eye contact with your source while she’s forcing her cock-wet lips down on you and whispering, “Ask better questions.” It’s that kind of story. The whole thing plays like a visual novel with choices that pretend to be about ethics and truth, but half the time you’re just deciding if you want your face between her thighs or under her feet. When your editor calls you into her office, you expect a lecture. Instead you get her sitting on the edge of her desk in a tight blouse, tits about to pop out, and she shuts you up by shoving her foot into your lap and making you rub your cock against her sole until you’re leaking through your pants. Then she asks you for your article draft like nothing happened. I actually laughed out loud there, it felt wrong in a good way.

Sex is everywhere, but not in a soft fade-to-black way. The writing goes straight for it. There’s a scene with a politician’s wife who looks like she walked out from some old “serious interview” magazine cover, glasses, expensive dress, perfect big ass, the whole classy thing. She starts out teasing, brushing her thigh against you under the table while you’re trying to keep your recorder steady. Then she locks the door, kneels down, and you’re suddenly drowning in sloppy, noisy oral where she keeps eye contact and drool is sliding down your shaft. Later she rides you hard on a couch, tits bouncing in your face while she tells you not to stop asking questions, and when you finally push her on her stomach and go in her pussy from behind, the game really leans into describing how she’s clenching around you and begging you to pound her like you’re breaking some embargo. Anal is treated almost like a reward for pushing a scene far enough. There’s this moment on a rooftop with a rival journalist where she first jacks you off with her foot, pressing her heel against your balls, then she bends over the low wall, pulls her skirt up, and tells you “If you want this story, fuck my ass.” She’s tight, she grunts into her own arm, and the text is very direct about the way her asshole stretches and the way your cum fills her. No fading, no “tasteful” cut. You feel like a completely unethical bastard, and the game wants that.

The AI art is actually kinda weird in a charming way. Some shots are hot as hell, like the close-ups of wet lips around your cock, or the way their nipples poke through shirts when they lean over your desk. Sometimes fingers look a bit off or a foot angle feels strange when a girl is jerking you with her toes, but honestly, during a good blowjob scene, I forgot to care. One thing I didn’t like: the pacing sometimes goes from horny to “okay, now read five screens of investigation talk” at really random moments, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, the game jumps you into another sex scene with almost no build-up. It feels like the writer couldn’t decide if this is a serious adventure or just porn with a plot as a flimsy excuse. But that contrast also makes some moments hit harder. After a long bit where you’re actually chasing clues, you end up in a car with a source, rain outside, the city lights reflecting, and she just quietly unzips you and starts sucking you off while you’re pretending to go over notes. There is something very dirty about that calm, focused blowjob. I also kept tapping my screen trying to scroll back on one scene where you fuck this stacked receptionist against the office window, her tits smooshed on the glass while you slam in her pussy and she keeps moaning that someone below might see. The sound, the text, the way she keeps begging for more even after you cum inside her, telling you to stay hard and give her your dick again, felt way more intense than I expected from a horny little journalist game. I wanted more reactions from NPCs after all this abuse of power, but the story just shrugs and throws you to the next big-titted lead. Honestly, at some point I forgot if I was supposed to care about the mystery at all. I just kept following whatever route promised another scene where I’d get used as a human cock by someone who knows exactly how to play with my curiosity.

Lydia looks like that girl professors quote as an example when they want to guilt the whole class. Star student, polite, skirt the exact length the handbook wants, always with some heavy textbook clutched to her chest. First few scenes really sell that fake safe little routine: campus courtyard, library, neat dorm room with color-coded notes, her phone buzzing with reminders instead of horny texts. You can almost smell the stress sweat on her, and it’s not even sexual yet, just that tight feeling in the throat when you know one mistake will fuck up more than just your GPA.

Then the screw up hits. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge surprise twist, more like a slow, ugly slide. One bad choice, one bit of proof in the wrong hands, and suddenly this guy has her by the throat without touching her. That first blackmail scene in the empty classroom is weirdly quiet. No dramatic music, just her in that spotless school uniform, legs clenched, trying to stand straight while he leans way too close and explains how deep he can bury her if she doesn’t play along. There is no “are you sure” button. The novel just keeps going, and you are dragged with her.

What hits hard is how the sex starts small and mean instead of epic. A forced handjob under a desk while another girl presents at the front of the room, his dick pressed in her hand, her face a frozen mask. A “study session” that turns into him groping her tits while she tries to finish a worksheet, his fingers digging into soft flesh, thumb circling her nipple through the bra until she gasps and then he mocks her for it. Her first time is not candles and romance, it is him pushing her down on the cheap dorm bed, one knee between her thighs while she keeps whispering that this isn’t what she wants, and he reminds her of those screenshots. The camera loves her ass and tits, but it never lets you forget her eyes.

It escalates in that sick, logical way power always does. One blowjob in a locked storage room becomes sucking him off in a car parked just off campus, windows fogged while he films every second on his phone. Her “punishments” flip into “tasks.” Wear the skirt shorter. No panties this time. Sit at the front row while he messages her instructions, like “spread your legs a bit wider” and “touch yourself during the lecture.” There is this brutal little scene where he makes her unbutton her blouse in the faculty restroom, bra pushed up, her big tits spilling out while he slaps them and calls her his personal exhibition piece, snapping pics to send to his buddies. She tries to hold onto her “good girl” thing, repeating to herself that this is just to protect her scholarship, her family, her future, but the game keeps chipping away.

Group stuff comes in later, not as a surprise kink, more like a consequence. He “shares” her in some club backroom, her on her knees, mascara running while a line of guys use her mouth. One grabs her hair, another squeezes that round ass so hard she flinches, someone else spanks her and laughs when she jolts. There is this sticky, messy bukkake scene where her school uniform is ruined, shirt soaked with cum, white splatters in her hair and on her cheeks, and he tells her to walk back through campus like that under a coat, no shower, just shame sticking to her skin. Later, when he starts sending her to fuck random men for cash, it hits different. She is still a “virgin” in her head, clinging to the idea that she only lost it to him, pretending the prostitution thing is just business, not identity. The game quietly disagrees.

The humiliation is constant but not one-note. Sometimes it is physical, like spanking her ass red in a stairwell where any student could walk in. Sometimes it is smaller, like making her flirt with a teacher while his hand is crammed between her thighs, fingers teasing her pussy under the skirt, her trying to form normal sentences. There are moments where she is clearly wet and hates herself for it, breathing hard while some guy finishes inside her and pulls out, cum dripping down her thighs, and she has to pull up her panties and go back to “normal.” She slowly learns that “no” comes with a price. Say no and he leaks something. Say no and he drags someone she loves into the threat. Say yes and she gets praised like a pet. The corruption here is less about magical corruption and more about that small voice inside changing from “this is wrong” to “maybe I deserved this” without you even noticing which scene did it.

On the surface it is just another kinetic porn story about a busty schoolgirl being turned into a toy. Big tits, big ass, a uniform that spends more time on the floor than on her body, oral, anal, creampies, all the menu items. But under that, there is this itchy discomfort, especially when she starts volunteering poses before he even tells her, bending over a desk, pulling her panties aside by herself, forcing a smile while guys jerk off on her face. I liked that, and also hated it. Sometimes the game feels too honest about how control works. Sometimes it is just horny as fuck, like when two guys grab her, one shoving his cock in her mouth, the other lining up behind, and she is pinned between them, gagging and moaning, breasts bouncing while he pounds her from the back until she squeals and he spills inside her raw. Then class goes on. Library opens. Life pretends to be normal again.

You can play this on your phone browser while pretending to check Telegram or Reddit, thumb tapping through scenes, one hand under the desk. It fits that secret vibe. A dirty little story about a girl who thought she could keep her world clean. Turns out cum stains are harder to wash out than she planned.

You start as this guy who somehow has everything and nothing at the same time. Nice house, steady money, a wife who clearly still wants your dick even after years together, and he still manages to fuck it all up by literally getting caught with another woman. No long intro, no slow build, she just snaps, throws you out, and suddenly you’re standing there like an idiot with a suitcase and a hard-on that’s not going to see your bed again anytime soon. Instead of growing up, you run straight to your childhood friend you haven’t seen in years, and that’s where the fun gets nasty in a pretty believable way. The game loves that teasing phase, so it’s not like everyone jumps on you immediately. There’s that slow burn of looks that last one second too long, “innocent” hugs that stick, and conversations where everyone pretends they don’t notice you’re staring at tits. When the first blowjob finally happens it actually feels earned, not like a porn clip stitched into a VN. The scenes are properly animated, so when she goes down on you you can watch lips, tongue, drool, all of it in motion, not just two static pictures. Creampies are basically a regular thing here, and the camera loves to stay on that moment where she feels you gush inside and her expression changes from “fuck you” to “fuck yes” in half a second. It’s filthy but not pointless filthy, if that makes sense.

What I liked is the romance angle doesn’t feel like some cheap excuse for sex. The wife is not only there to get angry and vanish, she’s got this mix of hurt and lingering desire that pops up later and really sells the idea that you two had something real. You’ll be in bed with another girl, covered in sweat, and some little line in the dialogue suddenly reminds you that you destroyed a marriage and it hits harder than expected, even while you’re still finishing inside someone else. The “harem” part creeps up rather than smacking you in the face. One moment you’re just crashing on a couch, trying not to jerk off while your friend walks around in a thin shirt, the next there’s this quiet vibe that multiple women are orbiting you, each with their own way of pulling you in. It never fully makes sense why they all still want you, to be honest. You’re playing a guy who clearly makes dumb choices, but the game treats that like part of the charm. Some conversations drag a bit, like the writer wanted to be deep and then remembered people mostly showed up to watch you paint the inside of every girl with cum. At the same time the smaller details work: the way a girl bites her lip before letting you slide in raw, the shaky breath right before you push past that last bit of resistance, the sticky mess dripping out of her when you pull out too fast. There’s one thing that drove me mad though: a single sound effect in one of the early oral scenes repeats with this tiny clicking noise and my ears just locked on it and never let go, and now I kind of hate that scene even though it’s hot as hell, but anyway. The whole thing feels like watching a messy personal drama slowly turn into a pile of naked bodies, where everyone pretends they’re making “adult decisions” while you just keep fucking them and hoping nobody asks you to actually change.

This thing feels like someone took your average life simulator, threw it into a shitty broken future, then said: “ok, what if your only real friend is a creepy app that wants inside your brain and your dick at the same time.” You start as this guy who is pretty much done with life, low on cash, low on pride, stuck in a city that looks like it got gentrified by a corporation and then abandoned. Your PC pops up with this “life manager” app that looks a little too clean for the mess you’re in. No tutorial wall of text, just this cold, almost polite interface that starts asking questions, tracking your time, giving you tasks like it’s your mom, therapist, and pimp all together. Half of it feels like a productivity tool, the other half feels like something that will slowly own your ass if you let it. And of course you let it, because the game keeps dangling rewards, new scenes, new girls, new places in the city, and suddenly you’re checking the in-game phone more than your actual one. I had Spotify on lofi beats in background and it weirdly matched the rhythm of just clicking around this grey, sad world while the app shows you little flashes of soft skin, curves, and that “just one more” promise.

What really hits different here is how the erotic stuff sneaks up on you. It doesn’t start with a tits-out explosion. First it’s teasing: a suggestive message, a girl leaning in too close at some sketchy massage place the app directed you to, the way the camera follows her hips a second too long while nothing “happens” yet. The models have that glossy 3D look, big tits that bounce in a really slow, almost hypnotic way when she leans down over you, eyes that lock on you while her hand “innocently” adjusts your towel. Then the app goes, almost casually, “accept upgrade?” and next thing, your “free massage” turns into her hand sliding under the towel and stroking you like it’s part of the health package. The animation on the handjob scenes is way better than I expected, especially when she presses her tits on your thigh, spit glistening on your shaft, her lips brushing the tip but not quite giving you what you want yet. It’s that annoying kind of teasing where you’re swearing at the screen but you still press continue because you want to see if she finally wraps her mouth around you in the next scene. When she actually starts sucking, it’s slow and sloppy, tongue moving in little circles, with your character clearly losing control, and the game lets you edge yourself by delaying the final click. Sometimes the pacing feels a bit off and you wander the sandbox doing small routine crap while your dick is still half hard from the last scene, but then the app drops a new task, like “return to the massage parlor at night,” and suddenly the same room is darker, more intimate, and she’s kneeling between your legs, looking up at you with those big eyes while her fingers curl around your cock again, like the city doesn’t exist, just her mouth, your frustration, and that weird voice in the back of your head whispering that you’re not the one in control at all.

Cold city, warm bodies, messy feelings. That’s kind of the vibe here. You’ve got this guy who had his whole world ripped apart, parents straight up slaughtered in a way that makes you go “ok, that’s fucked,” and then the game throws him into this snowy Christmas setup where the lights are pretty, the music is cozy, and everyone’s either horny, suspicious, or both. It feels wrong and right at the same time. One minute you’re walking through streets with holiday decorations, talking about trauma and revenge, next minute you’re in a cramped bedroom with a woman twice your age sitting way too close, her tits basically spilling out of her sweater while she pretends she just wants to “comfort” you. Sure, lady. Totally about feelings.

What I liked is how the romance and the sex don’t feel like two different games glued together. You flirt, you joke, you pick answers that feel stupidly small, and then suddenly she’s pushing you down on the couch, sliding her hand under your jeans like it was inevitable. There was this one scene where you’re alone with a stacked MILF who’s been low-key teasing you since the start. She puts on this fake innocent act, complains she’s “so cold,” then grabs your hand and presses it right between her thighs through thin leggings. You can see the outline, you feel the heat, and she just looks at you like “go on, be a man.” When she finally wraps her fingers around your dick, moving slow at first, all while talking in that soft voice about how “you’ve suffered so much,” it’s perverted comfort porn and honestly it hits. Then later she’s riding you, big ass bouncing, tits smacking together, moaning your name while you’re buried deep inside her, and the game doesn’t shy away from the creampie. It shows everything. Thick, dripping, raw. No fade to black.

Not everything is cozy and porn-y though. Some of the girls are trouble. There’s this darker part where you’re dealing with prostitution in the back streets, snow turning dirty, neon lights flickering, and the girls there aren’t just cute NPCs. One of them, with darker skin and a ridiculous ass, starts out all business, talking price, acting tough. Then you push a bit, show you actually give a damn, and her walls come down in this awkward way that feels more real than it should in a porn game. First encounter with her is pure filthy: on her knees in some shitty room, sucking you slow, drool on your shaft, her lips shining while she keeps eye contact like she’s trying to own you. Later sex with her hits different, more intimate, but still rough enough that your hips are slamming into her from behind, her ass shaking while you grip her hair and she begs you not to pull out. Of course you ignore that. Of course the game zooms in when you cum inside.

The dialog can be weird. Sometimes it feels like the characters are actually talking, with little jokes and awkward pauses that make sense, and other times it slips into this super edgy detective tone that feels like it came from a different game. I kind of liked that. Or I hated it. Not sure. The love scenes are where it actually shines though. Oral isn’t just a quick animation, it lingers: tongue on the tip, slow strokes with the hand, that moment where she pulls off just to let a string of spit hang before going back down. Even small teasing moments work, like a girl sitting on your lap in a cafe, secretly grinding on you while you’re trying to pretend you’re listening to her talk about Christmas plans. Your choices do matter enough that you feel like you’re steering the romance, not just clicking “next sex scene pls.” And yeah, there’s violence that hits harder than you expect, mixed right into all that holiday romance, which is kind of fucked up and kind of what makes it stick in your head after you close the tab. It shouldn’t work with the cute lights and Xmas vibes, but somehow it does, like dirty thoughts during family dinner you absolutely shouldn’t be having.

Ayako wakes up in a body that still remembers how to fight, how to fuck, how to obey certain voices in her head, but not who she really is. That is basically the opening mood here: this weird mix of horny confusion, old myth stuff and a girl who knows she used to be terrifying. The game throws you straight into her fake “normal” life, where she’s stuck in this glossy modern city that feels like a cheap set. She moves through it, clicking on doors, phones, neon-lit streets, and all the time the framing is like some animation storyboard that never got finished. Camera angles hold a bit too long, some cuts feel slightly off, like the editor went for a smoke and never came back. Honestly, I kind of like that. There is this rough timing in the cutscenes that makes Ayako’s blank stare feel more broken than sexy at first, and then suddenly the scene shifts and she’s on her knees, mouth open, because someone whispered the right phrase and that “hunter” instinct is now just a puppet string. The whole oral stuff is framed almost like ritual sometimes: slow shots of her lips, lingering on spit and tongue, like the camera is trying to remember something at the same time as her.

The lesbian tension is not subtle, and that is good. When Yumi shows up, she has this soft, almost gamer-girl vibe at first, but the way the shots linger on hands, thigh touches, that slow press of bodies when they think they’re alone, it feels like the animator is low‑key obsessed with girls grinding on each other. There is one scene where Ayako is supposed to focus on some mythological clue, some symbol tied to old Asian underworld lore, but instead the framing just keeps going back to her fingers twitching near her own pussy as Yumi talks, like her body is answering a different question. She ends up masturbating in a small side room while a demon voice in her head feeds her flashes of past battles mixed with images of Yumi’s tongue between her legs. The cut is brutal, no smooth build up, it just jumps from quiet mystery to her gasping and fingering herself, thighs shaking. Then back to plot like nothing happened. It’s messy, but it feels real in this porn-brain way. The mind control angle hits hardest when Rin appears. Rin doesn’t even need to touch her; the voice alone tilts the whole scene. You can see it in the way the camera slightly drops below eye level whenever Rin speaks, giving Ayako this small, almost lost look, then suddenly she’s taking orders, tasting demon essence on her tongue, half in ecstasy, half in terror, and we never really get a clean line between what she chooses and what’s being pushed into her skull. The supernatural stuff is everywhere in the background, glowing symbols, distorted shadows, those brief flashes of Yomi that burn through a frame like a glitch, but your eyes keep ending up on wet lips, shaking legs, two girls clinging to each other in the dark while something old and hungry watches. It feels less like a nice polished hentai movie and more like opening a horny animator’s rough cut folder where nothing is properly labeled, but everything is way too personal.