Brother comes back home after vanishing for years and the game just throws you into that weird mix of “family reunion” and “what the hell actually happened”. It starts pretty normal: school days, awkward small talk, sister trying to act cool but clearly obsessed that her missing brother is finally back. She waited nine years, she’s not sane, let’s be real. At first it feels like standard romance VN with a bit of teasing, some tits bouncing in your face every other click, that classic “I’m your sister but I look like a hentai search result” thing. Her ass is huge, her chest is huge, her emotional issues are somehow even bigger. The game really leans into that contrast: cute everyday stuff at school, then you go home and there’s this constant tension, like everyone is lying and only the MC is too horny and confused to notice.

The interesting part is how the erotic scenes are tied to progression. You don’t just click through to unlock CGs, you poke into the wrong room, ask the wrong question, check a phone you shouldn’t, and suddenly the sister’s route heats up because you showed “concern”. Affection feels like a stat, but it isn’t just “do nice things, get boobs”; sometimes the right choice is actually rude, suspicious, almost cruel. I liked that you can be a bit of a shit and the game still rewards you. One moment you’re in a sweet, almost wholesome scene, touching her carefully, she’s trembling because she’s still technically a virgin and doesn’t even understand her own arousal. Next moment it cuts back to some brutal flashback with blood on the pavement, and people yelling, and your dick has to just sit there and deal with unresolved trauma. It’s kind of funny and fucked up at the same time. Pornhub tab energy but with guilt.

There’s actual investigation stuff too. You go around, ask classmates weird questions, dig through old reports, follow shady hints at night. Sometimes you’re chasing ghosts, sometimes it feels like a straight crime story, like someone in the family did something really bad and covered it with this whole paranormal angle. The game likes to mess with you: you’ll be in the middle of a clue chain and suddenly you’re in a softcore scene with your stacked sister pressed against you in the hallway, her ass grinding your crotch while she whispers about how scared she is of losing you again. It should kill the tension, but it kind of doesn’t. Or maybe it does and I just didn’t care because her tits were right there. The MC is that usual clueless male protagonist, virgin brain but thrown into a house full of secrets, and sometimes he acts sharp and suspicious, then in the next scene he forgets everything because she bends over in a short skirt. The mix of horror, crime, and incest-flavored romance is messy, not subtle at all, and honestly that’s why it sticks in your head more than it probably deserves to.

Ben is supposed to be the lucky survivor kid that comes back home after being gone, but honestly he feels more like a loaded gun somebody forgot on the kitchen table. He crashes on this messed up magic island, gets picked up by a witch doctor who treats “therapy” like torture mixed with sex education and combat drills, then strolls back into normal suburb house life pretending he doesn’t remember shit. Not because he actually forgot, but because that island is basically a pornified god glitch with monsters, spirit bullshit, and power that turns people crazy. So he fakes amnesia, does the polite traumatized boy act, and then the game quietly starts poking at every line you thought it would respect.

The house is where it really hits. Rachel as adoptive mom is that slow-burn headache. She’s warm, too warm, leans in too close, touches his arm too long, falls asleep on the couch in those thin shorts like she forgot he’s not twelve anymore. The game loves to push Ben into those micro moments. You’re standing behind her in the kitchen, watching her reach for something high, shirt riding up, and the UI is asking if you heal her old injury with magic or “accidentally” brush your hand where you shouldn’t. It’s not nice, it’s not healthy, it’s fucking hot. And then it slaps mental health in your face by having Ben wake up sweaty, hearing island drums in his head like a PTSD ringtone while he’s half hard from dreaming about her. Jessica is different chaos. She’s the “normal” one who isn’t normal at all, always teasing, sitting with her legs open just enough to notice, sending you those Instagram thirst traps from the next room like it’s a joke. There’s this one scene where she drags you to her room “to help with homework” and suddenly the camera angle is all about that barely covered ass while she bends over the bed. You can play innocent, you can peek, or you can use a tiny twist of mind control to make her forget how long your eyes stayed there. That little power turns every simple walk through the hallway into a corruption puzzle.

What really fucked with me is how the game keeps pretending it’s about “protecting the world” while letting you slowly rot from the inside. The witch doctor’s voice pops in sometimes, like an evil conscience, reminding you that sex can be a ritual, that feeding your urges might actually make your magic stronger. Then you get scenes with monsters that are less “fight or flight” and more “fight or fuck” and suddenly you’re not sure if you’re the hero or just a horny shaman with mommy issues. There’s a combat bit in the alley at night, where some paranormal creep tries to blackmail you after catching you watching your neighbors through the window. You can blast him with elemental magic, or twist his mind till he thinks he’s the pervert who started it and you walk away clean. That mixture of voyeurism, blackmail, and power fantasy hits different when Ben is smiling softly while lying to everyone, including himself. Zara shows up like the hot demon guidance counselor, offering “help” with his blocked memories and then sliding her hand down his chest as she describes the island tearing reality open. She wants the secrets, the rifts, the raw corruption, and she’s ready to spread her legs or someone else’s to get it. Group scenes feel like rituals gone wrong. People are moaning, bodies tangled, and in the background there’s this feeling that something is watching, that the island is feeding off all that sex. One moment you’re in a tender almost-romance with Rachel on the sofa, her head on your shoulder, the next you’re knee-deep in a magical gangbang that might literally open a portal. The story acts like it cares about Ben’s guilt and mental state, then hands you a teasing choice like “comfort her” or “possess her mind for a while” and both options feel right for different disgusting reasons. Watching him flirt between sweet, scared boy and cold, dominant bastard made me feel like I was doing character research and jacking off at the same time, which is exactly as fucked up as it sounds.

Martina and Lukas roll up to this weirdly cozy, kinda off hotel that looks like the sort of place where the minibar is haunted and the WiFi is judging your search history. They’re there to film a “totally professional” weekend review for their channel, but the vibe goes horny and strange almost from the check‑in. The staff smiles a little too long, doors don’t always lead where they should, and the whole Feeneera place feels like it wants to watch them as much as they want to film it. The game lets you bounce between both of them, so sometimes you’re in Martina’s head checking if her outfit is more “sponsor friendly” or “oops, my tits are almost out,” and then you swap to Lukas trying not to be the guy who stares at his own girlfriend’s ass on camera while also… absolutely doing that. There’s this early moment where they test lighting in the hallway, and suddenly a gust of cold air flicks Martina’s dress up way higher than it should go. You can choose if she laughs it off, pulls it down fast, or just kind of leans into it for the camera. Tiny scene, but it sets the whole tone. Hotel wants a show.

Sex-wise it doesn’t rush, which is funny because once it starts, it doesn’t really pretend to be shy. You get the usual couple stuff: Martina on her knees in front of Lukas, lipstick probably ruined, trying to keep quiet because there might be someone outside the room. The camera from earlier is just sitting there on the tripod, red light off, or… maybe on if you feel like being a chaotic little shit. The game is pretty clear you can go soft and loving or straight up filthy. One branch has her pushing him back on the bed, climbing on top, sliding him inside her slow while she keeps glancing at the open curtains, like any second someone could see them. Another path, she’s the one pinned, legs spread, staring at the weird pattern on the ceiling while he fucks her deep and she’s half moaning, half asking if he remembered to lock the door. The hotel occasionally “helps” with lights flickering, shadows in the corner of your eye, or a door that opens on its own at a very bad moment when her mouth is full of his cock. I like how it plays with exhibitionism without just going full porn logic immediately; it feels like those messy real situations where you start something and only afterward think “shit, if anyone walks in right now…”

The paranormal stuff is less jump scare and more “is the building horny too or am I just projecting.” Sometimes you’re walking Martina alone through the corridors, phone in her hand like she’s recording B‑roll, and she catches something in a mirror that is absolutely not just her reflection. Then next scene, she’s in the room with Lukas, trying to act normal, but the options let you nudge her into using that tension as an excuse to get closer to him, to distract herself with his mouth on her body, his fingers between her legs. There’s a late path where things get weirder and the hotel almost feels jealous, like it wants to keep them there forever, feeding it with more and more intimate shit. Multiple endings spin out of how honest they are with each other, how reckless they get with showing skin in public areas, and how deep you lean into the creepy side instead of just “haha, haunted hotel, anyway suck my dick.” The funniest thing is the damn room keys sound effect, which for some reason is louder than the moaning and it annoyed me every single time, and then I forgot to adjust it because I was too busy deciding whether to have Martina swallow on camera or just wipe her lips with this smug little smile. The game never pretends to be classy, but it also sneaks in these sweet little couple moments in between the blowjob angles, like when she rests her head on his chest after fucking and the lights flicker softly instead of going full poltergeist. Then the next scene you’re back to choosing if she walks down the hallway without panties, just to see if someone or something notices.

Grief hits different when you come back to a town that already feels a bit wrong. Streets that used to feel small and safe suddenly look like stages, every window a pair of eyes, every corner hiding something that probably wants something from you. Here, you’re the guy who lost his dad and somehow lost his girl in a way that still kinda hurts to think about. Everyone acts like they’re just saying “sorry for your loss,” but you can tell some of them are measuring you, like they’re checking if you’re finally ready to be used. The game leans into that feeling hard. A lot of scenes are tight POV shots, you see what he sees and it makes the voyeur vibe way stronger than I expected. Peeking through doors that are slightly open, catching your mother figure bending over in a thin robe she really shouldn’t be wearing around you, your sister walking from the shower with a towel that keeps “almost” slipping. It plays dirty with that “accidental” exposure, and half the time you know it’s not really accidental at all. The models are full-on 3D with big curves that look like the dev spent way more time on tits and ass than on faces, but honestly for this kind of story it fits. When those scenes shift from sneaky looks to actual sex, the camera stays close to skin, to wetness, to the way she rides you, nothing artistic or fancy, just raw animated fucking, tits bouncing in your face, ass shaking in your hands, heavy breathing in your ears while the rest of the world, and all the creepy supernatural weirdness, kind of melts out of focus.

What makes it feel odd in a good way is how the paranormal side keeps poking through the horny stuff. You’re trying to get your dick wet and suddenly time stutters, lights flicker, you hear a whisper that sounds like Mia but she’s not there. Sometimes when you cum, there is this short flash of something like power, like your body is a battery and sex is the switch, and afterward some character acts different around you, like they remember a thing you never told them. There is at least one moment where you’re spying through a crack, watching a very close relative play with herself in bed, and the scene keeps slipping between “real” and something more like a vision, her eyes glowing for a second, the room changing color, her moans turning into words you can’t quite understand. The game never fully explains it, just trusts you to ride along while you decide if you want to be the good son who resists or the guy who gives in and fucks his way right through the family tree. That choice system can feel a bit messy sometimes, a couple of times I picked an option and the reaction didn’t quite match what I thought he’d say, like the writer forgot what tone that scene had. Still, I kept clicking through on my phone like some horny raccoon going through the trash, especially during those long nights when you wander the house, peeking into rooms, catching your mom’s nipples outlined through her thin tank top in the kitchen, or your sister bent over her desk in shorts two sizes too small. The more the plot about ancient conspiracies and your “destiny” ramps up, the more the sex scenes stop feeling like random porn and start feeling like weapons, or maybe traps, or maybe both, powered by whatever freaky super ability is waking up inside you every time you slide into someone warm and familiar and absolutely off-limits.

Jason starts the story just like some basic guy messing with an old camera he probably should have left in the trash, and from there it goes straight into “what the fuck is happening” territory. The camera doesn’t just take pictures, it pokes at people’s heads, pushes their urges, flips their personalities a bit every time you click. You’re not just watching either, you’re the one choosing who to point it at, when to push harder, when to pull back, and when to say “nah, fuck it, let’s see how far this goes.” One photo it’s harmless teasing, the next it’s your shy relative suddenly posing like she’s on some horny Instagram, tits pressed together, ass turned just perfectly, like the camera crawled into her brain and whispered all her dirty fantasies back at her. And the wild part is how normal the scenes start: chatting in the living room, chilling in a bedroom, hanging in the kitchen, then the paranormal shit creeps in so slowly you start forgetting what “normal” even was.

The story plays a lot with power trips and that nasty little voice in your head that asks “would I actually do this if nobody could stop me?” You’ve got family around you, MILFs with big tits who should absolutely know better, sisters or aunts who start off annoyed at you, then a few corrupted snapshots later they’re “accidentally” walking around half naked, or letting your hand stay on their ass a bit too long. There are moments where you’re straight up blackmailing them with photos they’d never want anyone to see, turning embarrassed gasps into rough groping and forced kissing that slowly melts into them grinding against you, wet and confused and totally hooked. The game doesn’t pretend it’s wholesome; you watch them touch themselves in secret, listen to their muffled moans through thin walls, catch them masturbating while thinking about the exact scene you forced them into before. Sometimes you even send them pictures of their own corruption, just to push them over the edge. Lesbian scenes pop up too, like when two of them end up tangled on a couch, one corrupted by the camera and dragging the other down with her, fingers sliding between thighs, tongues exploring, leaving smeared lipstick and cum on each other’s skin while you watch like a fucking creep from the doorway.

Stuff gets rougher when the camera starts twisting more than just lust. People get a little broken: jealousy, cheating, ugly romance that feels more like obsession. You can nudge them to betray partners off-screen, turn a girlfriend type into a cheating slut who begs you to record her getting railed, or push a sweet mom figure into a full-on exhibitionist, showing off her big ass to strangers, pretending she’s scared while her nipples are clearly hard. The mind control angle is sneaky, not just “click, you’re my slave,” but this creeping corruption that makes them think the ideas are theirs. One scene has you taking photos of a woman covered in bruises and bite marks that you gave her earlier, and she’s shaking, somewhere between fear and craving, knowing you’ll share those shots if she says no next time. There are jumpy, violent flashes too, like the camera showing you things that might happen if you go too far, and sometimes you push anyway, just to see. All of this is wrapped in those animated shots where tits bounce, tongues glide over skin, cum spills down chins after messy oral, and you’re stuck in that horny loop of “just one more scene” while the line between you controlling the camera and the camera controlling you starts to feel very, very thin.

New Year in this game does not feel like some cute background theme, it hits more like a drunk family reunion where half the people want to fuck you, the other half want to kill you, and a few probably want both. You play Matt, this young soldier that comes back home after shit went really wrong and somehow also right at the same time. Town looks normal on the surface, lights, fireworks, everyone pretending the year will be better, but the whole place feels cracked. People hide things. Bodies hide more. When you start clicking around, you realize the “society destroyed” part is not just about broken buildings, it’s more like everybody’s morals fell into a blender and nobody even tried to pick them up again. Matt walks into his family house like he owns the place, and the game just throws you into these super charged scenes where your “relatives” are way too hot, way too close, and the line between comfort and corruption is a suggestion at best. The tits are big, the asses are huge, the camera is not shy at all. Sometimes it lingers a bit too long on a curve and you forget what choice you were supposed to make, you just click something and hope it leads to more skin.

Then the weird shit starts sliding in around the edges and you realize it’s also a paranormal thing, but the game never pauses to explain “oh hey, here is the lore”. Stuff flickers. Shadows move where there is no one. That one scene where you sneak outside during the fireworks, and a monster shape shows up behind the girl you’re flirting with, but nobody reacts, only the lighting on her huge chest changes. It feels like the world itself is horny and sick at the same time. Some of the sex scenes are just straight up romance with extra steps, like slow kissing, hands on hips, soft moaning, and in the next click you are dragged into this netorare situation where you’re watching someone else plow a woman you were just starting to care about. Or worse, you are the bastard doing the stealing. The game doesn’t hold your hand, you just kind of slide into those paths. Dialogue is sometimes clunky and the English makes no sense in small parts, but honestly that almost fits, because nobody in this town is truly saying what they mean anyway. I got annoyed at one tiny UI thing, like the choice buttons sit slightly off center during one of the hottest scenes and it keeps pulling my eye away, and then I forgot about it but still, it bugs me. Under all the filth there is this weird soft layer of romance, like Matt is trying to build something human while fucking his way through a broken New Year party full of secrets and supernatural eyes watching from the dark corners of every room.

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.

Remote islands in games always make me think of runaway brides and moody seaside editorials, not a horny young doctor patching up people who may or may not be possessed by something that wants to crawl under his skin. This one feels like someone mixed a medical drama, a ghost story and a porn parody in one Pinterest board, then forgot to tidy anything. You arrive as this fresh doctor, supposed to learn from a famous woman that just… is not there. She is everywhere in the story, in whispers, in family photos, in that weird smell in the clinic hallway, but she’s also gone. Same energy as when I send a lingerie sketch to a client and they “love it” and then vanish. The island itself feels like a big, damp bedroom. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone hides something. People come to your clinic with a fever and leave with your hands on places that are definitely not in any medical manual. And under that, there is this constant small fear that the body you are touching is not completely their own. Something rides them, slides inside their eyes, speaks through their mouths. It’s hot for a second and then you get that little cold under the spine that usually only happens when Gmail crashes right after you hit “send sample pics”.

What I really like is how the erotic part and the horror part keep tripping over each other. You have these older women, very self aware, playing the nurturing card with a little too much tongue, like a MILF campaign from a cheap underwear brand, only with more blood tests. They tease you, they act all motherly, then they say something that sounds like it belongs to someone much older, or not even human, and suddenly the whole vibe flips. There is a scene where one of them comes in late, storm outside, clothes half soaked, asking for a check-up in a tone that is clearly “fuck me on the exam bed, doctor”. The lighting, the breathing, the little touches, it all builds up, and you are so busy undressing her that you almost miss the moment her voice shifts, a second personality pushing through while you still have your fingers inside her. That fucked me up in a good way. I design harness bras on my iPad with Procreate running, Spotify in the back, then I alt-tab to this game in Chrome and suddenly I’m thinking about how to make lingerie that looks like it could be used in an exorcism and in a family dinner at same time. And there is this whole incest twist floating through some of the families on the island, spoken half-open, half like forbidden fabric you only use on special orders. People call each other “son” and “aunt” and you are not always sure if the soul inside that body is actually related or just borrowing the title. I kind of wish the clinic had more small props, like disposable gloves stacked wrong or mismatched curtains, but it will probably stay like this forever and that’s oddly fitting. The romance parts go from sweet to fucked to sweet again with no warning, one minute you’re gently comforting a scared girl, next minute something that might be The Nightrest is whispering through her lips that it knows exactly how your cock tastes from “another time”. Then everyone acts normal again, like the game gaslight you. I kept telling myself I’m here for “research”, for fabric inspiration, but by the time the lights flickered in the hallway during a blowjob scene, I realized I was just horny and slightly afraid of my own bedsheets.