Rumors always sound stupid until you are the one they whisper about. This game throws you into one of those sticky school legends, the “there is a satanic cult behind the gym” kind of bullshit, except you actually trip over the damn book they are using. Not a cute grimoire with sparkles, more like something that looks like it smells of old cum and candle smoke. You crack it open for a laugh, and the first thing it gives you is the power to make the class virgin blush so hard she almost creams herself in the middle of an “examination” scene where the teacher leans too close, her tits brushing your arm, and you realize the book is not just edgy goth decor. It lets you push people, twist their lust, nudge their fears, and at first you just use it for small shit: making your best friend text you late at night with “I had this weird dream, why were you watching me in the shower?” while you are literally watching him through some voyeur spell on your phone, zooming in like it is some cursed Pornhub live cam. The game plays like a mix of visual novel and sandbox, you wander around school halls, club rooms, that empty classroom behind the science lab where the “mystery club” girl hides her monster girl hentai doujins, and every choice you poke in the text gets a horny consequence ten minutes later. Sometimes it is just teasing, a milf teacher accidentally pressing her big ass on your desk while bending over the board, sometimes it turns into full on corruption, like you mark a shy futa class rep with a little symbol and next time you see her she is in the bathroom stall, stroking a throbbing cock that looks too heavy for her thin legs, biting her lip and mumbling your name.

The story pretends to be about this “evil power” and responsibility, but half the time I forgot the cult plot and just chased who I could break or save or both. You can go playful, using the book to make girls horny at the worst moments, like forcing a strict nurse to lactate during a routine health check, milk stains spreading on her white top while she clenches her thighs, then suddenly she is grabbing your hand and shoving it under her skirt, muttering how this is “for science.” Or you lean into full NTR stuff, using blackmail photos and the book’s little curse tricks to push a sweet romance into pure cheating. There is one brutal route where your “best friend” tries to confess to his crush under the cherry tree and you quietly tweak her feelings so she accepts, then later you drag her into a storage room and she is on her knees around your cock, choking and crying because she knows she is his, but the spell makes betrayal feel like a delicious punishment. The game loves mixing that hurt with the horny: a loyal girlfriend getting pounded by a big black cock you summoned from some “monster” page, your corrupted class rep in a gangbang bukkake scene with faceless students dripping on her glasses, the principal on her knees in the occult club room giving a sloppy oral exam as if it is normal curriculum. There is futa, femdom, crossdressing sissification stuff where the book flips your own body, giving you a fat futa dick for one route, soft tits in another, forcing you into a skirt while a female domination demon spanks you until you are hard just from the pain. One day you are fingering a shy monster girl by the pool during summer vacation, her tail curling around your wrist as she begs for creampie, the next you are watching a furry club president hump your enchanted sex toy in the empty gym. It is messy, horny, a bit mean, and the book never really feels safe; every time you use it to make someone moan louder in a titfuck or a footjob scene, there is that tiny line of text hinting that maybe the book is also rewriting you, turning a “regular student” into something closer to the cult freaks you laughed at in the first place.

Samantha shows up in this rotten city like she walked out of some half-forgotten cyberpunk fanfic and then someone spilled porn all over the manuscript. She is “the fixer”, sure, but half the time it feels like the city is fixing her instead, grinding her down with every job, every favor, every late-night “meeting” with someone who has too much power and not enough morals. The game throws you into Blaston, this polluted, hungry place where everyone wants something from her body first and her brains second. One moment you are discussing sabotage in a factory office, pretending you care about output numbers, and five minutes later the foreman has her bent over the desk, still trying to finish the dialogue options while his absurdly huge cock is already pushing in. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, especially when you realize her choices earlier made this exact humiliation possible. My inner literature nerd kept thinking about noir detectives who always drink too much and get punched in the alley, except here the hangover is replaced by cum dripping down her thigh on the train home while people stare.

What I like is how the game constantly forces you to juggle “professional” life and just pure degeneracy. You wake up, check your phone like in real life, see three messages: boss wants you to talk to a gang leader, some rich wife wants “private mediation” with her cheating husband, and a shady lab sends a polite invite to “participate in an experimental treatment” to improve her physical abilities. Saying yes to that third one can turn Samantha into all kinds of twisted versions of herself. I had a run where she ended up with a smooth thick futa shaft between her legs, and it completely changed how scenes played out. Suddenly she is the one pulling out her cock in a dark alley, forcing a cocky street punk to his knees and using his mouth until he gags, then deciding if she rewards him with a sticky creampie inside or just all over his face. Another time I went the opposite direction and let the city break her. She got dragged into this spiral with a group of monster girls and rough, smug black gangsters who pass her around in a derelict warehouse like she is public property. There is this one scene where she is standing naked on a loading dock in the rain, collar on her neck, one guy fucking her ass while another uses her mouth and a third is rubbing her swollen belly because, yeah, she is already pregnant from an earlier “negotiation” that went very off script. She tries to keep talking in-character about “peace between factions” while they just laugh and slap her tits until she shuts up and moans.

The corruption creeps in little by little. At the start she still gets shy when someone grabs her ass on the subway, pulls her skirt down, looks annoyed. Later she is riding that same train with no panties, sitting across from some nervous virgin office boy, spreading her legs a tiny bit wider each stop, watching him sweat. You can choose for her to drag him into a public restroom and ruin him for normal sex forever, jerking him off and then guiding his cock inside while she whispers that he belongs to her now, or you can ignore him and go meet your cuckold contact instead. That guy is married to this Amazon-tier woman with huge tits and a big black bull on the side, and your “job” is to keep the drama controlled. Which in practice turned into Samantha fucking the wife on the couch, licking her pussy while the bull rails her from behind, and the poor husband just sits in the corner stroking his worthless little dick. The game is full of this kind of tangled mess. You think it is just a life sim with calendars and stats, then suddenly you are on a rooftop at night, drunk on power, making a captured troublemaker kiss your boots before you jerk him off with them and push him over the edge of his old life. Romantic routes exist too, buried under all the filth. I accidentally made Samantha fall in love with a girl she was supposed to blackmail. They end up in a cheap motel, kissing shyly at first, then rubbing against each other until they both cum, no pressure, no money, no gang watching. It was almost sweet, which somehow made all the gangbangs, footjobs under bar tables, public groping in neon-lit clubs, BWC-driven netorare drama and messy creampies feel even dirtier by contrast. The city keeps asking her one question: how much of yourself are you willing to sell to keep fixing everyone else’s problems, and how much are you secretly enjoying that sale.

This Resident Evil parody throws you straight into Lady Dimitrescu's castle, and honestly? The devs knew exactly what they were doing. You're playing some poor bastard who's gotta survive Alcina's "trial" - which basically means getting dominated by a nine-foot vampire mommy and her equally stacked daughters. The turn-based combat system feels clunky at first, like they copy-pasted it from some RPG maker tutorial, but once you realize the real gameplay is about managing your stamina while getting your face buried in supernatural cleavage, it starts making sense. There's this one scene where Dimitrescu pins you against the wall and the camera angle is just... chef's kiss. The 3DCG models look decent enough, though Lady D's proportions are so exaggerated she looks like she'd topple over in real life.

Combat encounters blend into these weird BDSM scenarios where losing actually feels like winning. You'll find yourself deliberately failing just to see what creative punishment awaits. The spanking animations have more effort put into them than the actual sword fighting mechanics, which tells you where the priorities were. Sandbox elements let you explore the castle freely, groping your way through dark corridors while avoiding or seeking out the various monster girls lurking around. Some of the dialogue during sex scenes made me laugh out loud - not sure if that was intentional. The ahegao faces during climax moments are over-the-top ridiculous but somehow work within this campy horror-porn aesthetic.

What really caught me off guard was how they handled the size difference fetish stuff. Tall vs short dynamics play out in every interaction, from handjobs where your character can barely reach to titfuck scenes that look physically impossible. The harem aspect kicks in later when you're juggling multiple supernatural ladies, each with their own domination preferences. Voice acting ranges from surprisingly good to hilariously bad, but the moaning sounds authentic enough. Fair warning though - the grinding gets repetitive and some animations loop awkwardly.

This one feels like reading someone else’s diary while jerking off and then suddenly realizing the diary belongs to you in ten years. It starts simple: long‑married couple, comfortable routine, sex life not dead but kind of stuck on autopilot. He’s loyal, a bit clueless, she’s loving but bored in ways she doesn’t even want to admit. Then something small goes wrong, she does one “little” thing to fix it, says it’s only this once, and that’s basically where everything goes to shit in the best possible way. The game doesn’t let you drive, it just straps you into her head and you watch her slide from nervous to curious to outright hungry. There’s no real choices, which sounds bad, but it also means the story can just punch straight through to some messed up places without pausing to ask you if you’re okay.

The sex starts very tame, soft kisses, a bit of teasing, playful handjobs that look like she’s still thinking “this is wrong” while her body is saying “just a little more.” Then the guardrail disappears. Voyeur stuff kicks in first, like that moment when she realizes someone’s watching her and instead of covering up she spreads her legs wider. You get slow scenes of her being harassed, the kind of “accidental” groping that stays too long, a dick pressed against her ass in a tight space, that awful hot mix of fear and arousal that the game really leans into. It doesn’t pretend it’s nice. It’s blunt about ***, blackmail, and all the ugly ways someone can use her weak spot against her. One minute she’s being forced to suck a guy off while trying not to cry, next minute she’s grinding on his face and orgasming so hard she forgets why she said no in the first place. The corruption feels like a checklist the dev is ticking off, and I loved that, even while it made me hate the husband for not seeing shit.

Later on it gets crowded. Group scenes where they treat her more like a shared toy than a wife, guys taking turns on her pussy and asshole while she’s pinned down, one dude in her mouth finishing with a messy creampie over her tongue while another finishes inside her raw. There’s this one bit where she’s getting railed from behind, her ass red from spanking, and she’s staring at her own reflection while another woman licks her nipples just to shut her up. That older woman angle is nice too, she’s clearly a milf, body thick and soft in all the right places, tits bouncing in those animated loops when she rides. The lesbian moments aren’t some gentle “girls’ night” either, more like she’s being taught how to be a good slut by someone who’s already too far gone. You get cheating, swinging, NTR all bundled together, and the husband watching, sometimes literally, sometimes just suspecting it, feeling like the last person to get the joke. The most fucked up part is how normal it starts to feel by the end, like yeah of course she’s on her knees again, of course another stranger is unloading inside her with zero condom while she whispers she still loves her family. And she does. That’s what makes it hit harder. The game never asks forgiveness and never gives it. It just keeps pushing until the hole she dug is so deep you can’t even see the sky anymore.

This chat-format visual novel hits different when you're watching your fiancée get her world rocked through emoji reactions and text bubbles. Oscar's stuck at home after some accident - honestly, the setup doesn't matter much because what follows is pure psychological fuckery mixed with actual fucking. You've got this weird psychic connection with Lucy where you feel everything she's feeling, which sounds romantic until Logan shows up and starts making her feel things that'll make your phone screen fog up.

The whole thing plays out like you're reading someone else's sexts, except you're the poor bastard whose girl is sending them. Lucy starts innocent enough - "miss you babe" type messages - but Logan's got that smooth operator energy that turns sweet girlfriends into cock-hungry rebels. Watching her transformation through chat logs is weirdly addictive. One day she's asking about dinner plans, next she's describing how wet she got during "study sessions." The corruption arc moves at breakneck speed, which honestly feels more realistic than these slow-burn games that take forever to get anywhere interesting. Though sometimes I wish the pacing slowed down just so I could savor the psychological torment longer.

What really gets under your skin is the choice system - you can play Oscar as the understanding boyfriend type or go full jealous psycho mode. Neither path feels particularly satisfying because you're fundamentally powerless, just reacting to Lucy's increasingly bold adventures. The voyeuristic elements work better than expected since you're experiencing everything secondhand through texts and calls. When Lucy starts sending photos... well, let's just say the chat format doesn't limit the visual storytelling. Multiple endings give you different flavors of heartbreak or acceptance, depending on how much dignity you're willing to sacrifice. It's messy, uncomfortable, and exactly the kind of emotional masochism that makes NTR content so addictive.

Elena's got that captain energy that makes everyone either want to follow her or hate her guts. This visual novel throws you into the messy world of elite college cheerleading where scholarships hang by threads and social hierarchies get real complicated real fast. The sprite work here isn't winning any awards but there's something weirdly compelling about watching these girls navigate their power games through slightly janky animations that somehow make the groping scenes feel more authentic than polished 3D renders would.

The corruption mechanics unfold naturally as team dynamics shift - one minute you're watching innocent stretching sessions, next thing Elena's using her authority to push boundaries during "private coaching." The lesbian content builds organically from competitive tension rather than just throwing girls together because reasons. When the femdom elements kick in, they feel earned through character development instead of appearing out of nowhere. Though honestly the oral scenes could use better pacing - they rush through foreplay like they're late for practice.

What really works is how the sport uniform fetish integrates with actual cheerleading culture rather than just being costume porn. Elena manipulating team positions to get closer to certain girls, using formation changes as excuses for intimate contact, turning routine corrections into domination plays - it's surprisingly clever worldbuilding for something this unpolished. The vaginal scenes hit different when they're framed as power exchanges within established team hierarchy. Sure, the CG quality varies wildly and some animations loop awkwardly, but players who appreciate psychological buildup over flashy production values will find plenty to screenshot here. The teasing game between characters creates genuine tension that makes the explicit payoffs feel satisfying rather than mechanical. Just don't expect revolutionary gameplay - this is pure visual novel territory with choices that matter more for character relationships than branching storylines.

There’s something oddly satisfying about watching Monica lose her grip - like seeing a queen forget her crown in the middle of a party and pretending she doesn’t care. The game doesn’t beg you to like her, which makes it even better when she starts slipping. I didn’t expect to get so hooked on her attitude, that smug smile before everything goes downhill. It’s not even about the sex at first (though let’s be real, you don’t play this kind of thing for philosophy). It creeps up on you, the way she looks at herself in the mirror after the first time she crosses one of her own lines. I kept thinking, “nah, she won’t go *that* far,” and then she does, with that lazy smirk like she’s been planning it all along.

The voyeur stuff hits harder than I thought - it’s not just some random camera angle, it feels meaner, like the game’s winking at you while she pretends not to notice. There’s this scene where she’s supposed to “teach a lesson” but ends up bent over a desk getting spanked instead, and the sound design there is too good. Like, uncomfortably good. Tiny details: the breath hitch, the crack of palm on skin, that stutter in her voice. I laughed right after, not sure if it was hot or pathetic. Maybe both. The sandbox part almost ruins it though - you wander around too much, trying to trigger scenes, and half the time I was checking my phone mid-dialogue because nothing was happening except her chewing someone out. And yet when the corruption bits kick back in, it’s like an entirely different game. You forget how slow it felt two minutes ago.

I don’t even know why I liked the lesbian arc as much as I did. Probably because it felt softer, less performative. Or maybe because the other girl looked genuinely into it - rare thing in these games. There’s this one moment with a toy, some teasing, and then Monica laughs in a way that’s half humiliation, half relief. It’s stupidly human. I almost wished they’d ended it there, but then came the blackmail twist and suddenly everyone’s dirty again. Somehow that’s exactly what I wanted.

Fashion Business looks like something I’d scroll past on Nutaku when I’m bored in bed, then somehow I’m still poking at my phone an hour later, half annoyed, half turned on. You play as Monica, this walking definition of “rich bitch” who treats everyone like trash and thinks her tits and money are gravity. At start she’s all queen of the office, barking orders, humiliating staff for fun, flashing legs in stupidly expensive outfits. For cosplay ideas she’s actually perfect: those tight pencil skirts, open blouses with no bra, insane heels you can’t even stand in, plus that smug facial expression. I literally paused once just to screenshot her stockings so I could match the seam line later. And then the game just slowly rips all that power away. One moment she’s firing people, next she’s on the other side of the desk, listening to some greasy manager talk about “new conditions” while your dialogue options are basically blowjob or lose everything.

The voyeur stuff hits early too. There’s this scene where she’s in a changing room, trying on lingerie that looks like it costs more than my rent, and the camera angle is way too interested in her ass while some perv spies through a hole. It starts as “haha, he’s jerking off” and by the end you’re watching her masturbate to her own reflection, like she’s still in love with herself even when you know what’s coming. Later, when her life really starts to crumble, that same body and ego get used for everything: titfucks in ugly backrooms, sloppy oral to skip some debt, getting spanked just because a guy can. There’s a lesbian route that’s half tender, half twisted, like one girl pretending to “help” her while pushing toys in her and then forcing her to watch in a mirror, which felt equal parts hot and pathetic. The sandbox stuff sometimes makes it drag, you just tap around on your phone hoping for a scene that isn’t another jerk teasing her with blackmail pics, but then out of nowhere you hit this moment where she gives a footjob in a cheap motel because she’s too proud to admit she’ll fuck for cash now, and it kind of sticks in your head longer than it should. I wish I could say the corruption path is subtle, but it’s really not, it’s just this slow, mean slide from “I own this city” to “I’m the entertainment,” with a lot of stripping, creampies in places that are absolutely not hygienic, and these tiny, quiet masturbation scenes where she pretends it’s still her choice. And I still hate that one pair of heels she wears in the office, the toe shape is ugly as hell, but anyway.

Emma and Chloe feel like the kind of girls you follow on Instagram for “coffee content” and then suddenly you are zoomed into their nipples on your phone in the office bathroom and asking yourself where exactly things went sideways. The game starts super chill: two roommates, small apartment, tiny follower count, doing cute selfies and basic thirst traps. Very low stakes. You click around, check DMs, answer some messages, pick outfits, that sort of point and click wandering that looks innocent until the follower counter starts creeping up and you realise every choice is quietly pushing them toward, well, whoring themselves for numbers. Soft whoring at first. Then less soft. The erotic stuff doesn’t hit you like a truck at the start, it more crawls into your lap while you are just trying to see if the latte art mini game matters. And it kind of does, which annoys me in a good way. I wanted to skip to the porn, then found myself trying to get a perfect coffee shift so I could unlock a slightly sluttier outfit that only shows underboob in one pose. Absolutely stupid. I loved it. I also kind of hated wasting time grinding followers with outfit tweaks that barely change anything, but that’s the point. You feel the same frustration as Emma when she flashes more skin, gets a tiny spike in likes, and the game basically looks at you like “you know what you need to do next, right?”

The corruption is where this thing really has teeth. Not just “oh, now she wears less clothes”, but the way the game turns basic voyeurism into a routine. First it is a playful stream in leggings, then you are adjusting the camera so chat can catch a better view of her ass against her will, or with her full consent, depending how evil you go. There is a brutal little moment where you send Chloe to “test” a more risky stream category and she tries to cover her tits with her arms while the chat spams tips to make her move them, and you see her expression shift frame by frame from shy to turned on to something a bit broken. It is still hot. It is hot in a “I should not enjoy this much” way. And then the game slaps romance on top, like “by the way, are you flirting with her, or with that dude in the DMs who wants to own her?” so suddenly you are juggling female domination and male domination routes without the game stopping to tell you which is which. There is this one path where Emma starts using Chloe as the “more slutty one” on camera, bossing her around, holding her by the chin, and you get to choose how far she pushes: teasing, masturbation, full-on fucking on stream. Another path flips it, where some faceless guy basically trains Emma and treats her like a sex toy for content, and she is the one masturbating on command in the kitchen while Chloe pretends not to hear from the next room. Weird detail: the boobs feel like they are from two different games. Sometimes you get this big tits scene, perfect cleavage, and the next CG suddenly gives her smaller chest and a huge ass focus, like the AI forgot what model it used. It sounds bad, but it actually fits the whole “constructed online persona” vibe. Bodies become costumes. Some players will hate that inconsistency, though, same as they will hate that the game makes you repeat similar “tease for more likes” loops again and again just to push one more boundary. I got stuck on one dumb evening routine where I kept choosing slightly different exhibitionist shots from the balcony and the payoff was tiny, but then a random creep captured the footage and used it later in a blackmail event and I forgave everything. The real hook is that the leveling is not for you, it is for their morals. Followers are the XP that eats them alive, and every time the counter jumps after a blowjob POV or a risky outdoor flash, you feel your own brain lighting up like “yeah, do it again, more”, and that is where the porn and the design line up a little too well.