You wake up beside her again, same as yesterday, same as the day before that - except she doesn’t remember your face. Not your name, not the way her legs wrapped around you last night, not the promises whispered against her ear. Every morning, she’s new. Blank. Soft. The game makes you feel like a bastard just for thinking about it, but then it tempts you harder - because who’s gonna stop you when she forgets every touch by sunrise? It’s dirty in that way that crawls under your skin and stays there, even when you pretend you’re just “testing different routes.” Sure. That’s what I told myself too.

Then her twin moves in, and things twist tighter. She looks at you with that same mouth, same body, but she remembers everything. There’s jealousy hiding under her polite smile. The kind that says she’s thought about you when she shouldn’t. Her hand brushes yours in the kitchen - accidentally, of course - and the screen flickers because the damn render bug still isn’t fixed. Doesn’t matter. You can almost feel her breath anyway. Later, when she knocks on your door at night, wearing nothing but guilt and a thin shirt, you’ll swear the devs coded temptation into the mouse cursor itself.

The corruption route hits hardest. Not because it’s the dirtiest (though, yeah, it is), but because it tricks you into believing you’re still the good guy. You watch her sister sneak into your bed, watch the girlfriend forget, watch yourself become someone you don’t recognize. There’s voyeurism baked right into the story structure - half the time you’re spying on your own conscience. The sex scenes aren’t shy: lips, fingers, wet sounds, the whole mess of it. Yet somehow it’s the morning after that feels filthiest, when she smiles at you like a stranger again. The game doesn’t punish you for cheating - it lets you drown in it. And maybe that’s worse.

You’re this so-called genius cultivator student who absolutely did not ask to be dropped in the middle of a collapsing multiverse, but here you are, with way too much power, a dick that gets you in trouble, and a mentor who looks like he could punch a planet in half and then go back to meditating. The whole thing feels like someone smashed together a Wuxia power fantasy, cyberpunk neon porn, and those old-school space harems where every woman is absurdly hot and also probably able to crush you with one thigh. Which, by the way, happens at one point, and it’s animated enough that you kinda feel it in your ribs. You’re chasing your lost heritage, talking about Dao and cultivation realms, but every “breakthrough” ends up with you buried in some monster girl’s tits or pinned against a glass wall by a smug cyber-elf with glowing tattoos and a strap-on that hums like a starship engine.

The game swings really fast between serious “save the universe” stakes and “ok, now watch this tiger-eared general with a huge ass ride your virgin protagonist until he can’t breathe.” There’s this early scene where your battle group of women, all completely different flavors of dangerous, argue about tactics. It starts like classic sci-fi war room talk, then one of the twins just casually drops “We should test his endurance again, he almost fainted during the triple-oral training,” and nobody blinks. You end up on your knees in some high-tech cultivation chamber, three girls using you like a living toy while their auras clash and glow all around you, neon lines tracing over their skin, tails swishing, cybernetic implants pulsing, and they complain about your technique like it’s just drilling homework on Discord. The MC is technically this unstoppable prodigy, but half the time he’s getting blindfolded, tied up with glowing restraints that react to his spiritual energy, and used as a focus tool while the girls fight off monsters in the next room, dripping back into the scene covered in ichor and sweat and then grinding on his face like it’s part of the ritual.

Sex scenes feel less like “reward for quest” and more like a twisted part of the cultivation path. Need to unlock a new superpower? Fine, time for a group session with the twins and the stoic swordswoman where they edge you with toys that look like ancient artifacts, talk about meridians and energy flow while you’re balls deep in a fox-girl who purrs and claws the floor, then they time your orgasm to a cosmic event outside the window. There’s a cyberpunk city arc where you chase a lead on the Cursed God, and instead of subtle detective work, you end up in an underground BDSM club run by a furry empress in a latex qipao who uses your cock as “payment” for information, testing you with shock-collars and breathplay while rain hits the neon glass. One moment you’re trading philosophical bullshit on destiny, the next you’re getting deepthroated by a monster girl with bioluminescent tongue rings who swallows you to the base and then opens a portal with her free hand like it’s nothing. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s obsessed with big tits, big asses, swallowing, creampies that actually matter for the plot, and that weird tension where your “battle group” is supposed to protect the universe but keeps ending up covered in your cum, arguing over who gets to be your main wife while a god eats galaxies in the background.

Thorn Mansion feels like walking into the wrong job interview and then just refusing to leave because everyone is too hot and too weird. You’re the “private tutor” that clearly nobody hired for your math skills, dropped into this rich family’s old gothic estate where everything is a little too quiet and every girl looks at you like she’s already imagined you naked at least twice. The house itself almost acts like another character: long hallways where moans echo if you’re paying attention, heavy doors that always seem half open, and that one stairway where you’ll 100% get cornered by at least one of the sisters pretending she “forgot” her homework. It’s the kind of place where the tea tastes too sweet, the staff know way too much, and even the portraits on the walls feel like they’re judging how hard you’re staring at all the tits bouncing around you.

The quadruplets are the main course here, and they’re a real headache in the best and worst way. Same faces, same curves, totally different chaos. One of them plays the perfect rich girl, always in control, talking down to you like you’re her servant, then suddenly leaning in close enough you can smell her perfume while she pretends she needs help “studying positions.” Another is pure tease: bending over the desk just a little too far, acting innocent while her skirt somehow keeps riding up her ass every time you try to explain something. The so‑called quiet one sits there in her dark clothes and heavy eyeliner, goth doll style, acting like she doesn’t care, but the second you say something that hits the right nerve her cheeks jump red and she squeezes her thighs together like she wants to sink into the floor. Then there’s the one that treats every lesson like a game, sitting on the desk instead of the chair, tapping her pen on her big tits while she asks you questions she already knows the answer to, just to see how long you keep eye contact instead of looking down. They feel related, but the game is very good at making each of them their own problem, with their own way of getting under your skin. Or into your lap. Same thing here.

What caught me off guard is how the house staff slide into the picture without feeling like extra padding. The maid that moves too quietly and always seems to be right behind you when you’re flirting with one of the girls, eyes half‑lidded like she’s seen it all and would like her turn next. The strict servant type that treats you like a kid, grabs your wrist when you go somewhere you “shouldn’t” and pushes you against the wall to scold you, standing way too close, chest pressed against your arm while she calls you unprofessional. There’s this scene where you’re alone with one of the sisters in the study, late lesson, big ass pressed into the edge of the desk while she stretches, shirt just barely holding her tits in place. Dialogue keeps circling around some “family rules” she won’t fully explain. You feel something’s off, like everyone in this mansion shares a secret you’re not in on yet, and the game uses that to make every touch feel half forbidden. Sometimes the AI‑generated art looks weird in tiny spots, like a hand that’s just a bit off or a shoulder that doesn’t quite match, and it annoyed me more than it should, but then the next frame hits you with a close‑up of her lips parted while she whispers your name and, honestly, I forgot to care. It all turns into this messy erotic stew of private lessons, family tension, rich girl attitude, big tits fighting for space in tight clothes, and teasing that goes a bit too far, then way too far, until you realize you stopped worrying about being the “teacher” and started wondering how much you can get away with before the mansion itself bites back.

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The first thing I thought after a few minutes was - why does it feel like a fever dream made by someone who got lost between a lab manual and a wet dream? The tone is weirdly confident, like the game knows it’s absurd and just leans into it. One moment you’re staring at a microscope screen, the next a pair of soft giggles echo in your ear and you forget there’s supposed to be *science* involved. The twins - god, they’re both trouble in different flavors. The older one pretends she’s got morals, the younger one pretends nothing at all matters. They circle you like cats, teasing until you can’t tell who’s leading anymore. It’s the kind of harem setup that should feel predictable, but doesn’t, because everyone acts like they’ve read too many philosophy posts on Twitter and now weaponize flirting as research.

There’s this one scene - animated in that slow, almost-too-smooth way - where she’s trying to keep a serious conversation while her hand is very much *not* serious, and you can feel the POV shake like the dev forgot to stabilize it. It’s oddly intimate, messy even, which I liked more than I expected. The humor sneaks in during those in-between breaths; the hero mutters something about “empirical data” right before a creampie moment, and it’s so dumb it becomes sexy again. Sometimes the pacing flatlines, like the game just needed a cigarette break. Other times it spikes into this blurry intensity that makes you forget your phone is heating up in your hand. I still don’t get the romance angle though - it’s half sincere, half ironic, like everyone’s pretending not to be lonely while naked.

I keep thinking how the visuals give everyone that soft plastic shine, but I don’t even care after a while. The dialogue is clumsy and weirdly poetic, like it was translated by someone half-drunk on dopamine. There’s a virgin subplot I wanted to hate, but then it turns awkward and human and suddenly I did care. I started imagining sketching the twins, one smirking, one looking away, both glowing under fake lab light. Maybe that’s the spell - it’s trashy and stupid and kind of brilliant.

You start as this guy who just wants to know why his family got kicked out of their hometown, and very fast it stops being some cute little mystery and turns into “ok, are you gonna save the world or fuck it up completely.” The place is full of horny mythic girls hiding in plain sight, and every time you poke your nose where you shouldn’t, you either end up in a moral dilemma or with your dick in someone’s mouth. Often both. One moment you’re talking about politics between humans and monster folk, next moment a busty minotaur milf is on her knees, drooling on your cock like it’s holy relic. The game doesn’t even pretend you’re a pure hero. You can play the sweet romantic idiot who blushes at his first handjob, or go full mind control bastard who turns “enemies” into obedient slaves that milk themselves on command. The fantasy village, the temples, the back alleys where prostitution basically lives, the weird cult altars where religion and corruption mix together, it all feels just a bit too eager to get your pants off. You wander around in this sandbox, taking quests, seducing twins, blackmailing a virgin priestess, spying on monster girls masturbating behind thin paper walls, then deciding if you want to be the caring boyfriend type or the guy who bends them over an altar and creampies them while they do that stupid ahegao face. And yeah, the ahegao is everywhere. The dev really loves that.

What’s nice is how often the game throws small lewd situations at you for just messing around. Open the wrong door and you catch a shy elf girl in cosplay, half naked, rubbing herself on a pillow and moaning your name she “totally doesn’t think about.” Or you get dragged to some dungeon by a fanatical nun who wants to punish you for “sin,” and that turns into a BDSM scene with spanking, ropes, and her begging you to fill her because “god is watching.” There are animated bits where asses jiggle when you go anal, tits bounce when you go rough, milk leaks when you play with the lactation stuff, all that good, fucked up detail the internet already ruined us with. The harem side kinda sneaks up on you too: one day you just realize you have a demon girl, a monster milf, some jealous human girl you’re cheating on, and a pair of twin sisters all fighting for who gets your cock first. You swear you’re gonna play “good route” and be loyal, then the game drops a voyeur scene where you catch two girls going lesbian with each other, and your only real choice is “watch and jerk” or “join and ruin everything.” And yeah, there is mind control, and it can get dark. Turning someone from righteous paladin into a corruption toy that begs for anal in public while you order her to show off her dripping pussy, that stuff hits different, in a fucked up way. The mobile version makes it even worse, because now you’re commanding your monster girl slaves from the bus or toilet like some fantasy pimp with a pocket harem, and it feels wrong and also very, very right.