It’s weird how this one tries to be a parody but ends up accidentally saying something kind of tragic about Kobeni, like she keeps blushing through the whole thing yet the game never lets her be just cute or just desperate - it’s always both, tangled together. I kept thinking the demon part would be the main hook, but nah, it’s more about that half-panic look in her eyes when you push too far and she still whispers your name. The timing mechanic feels stupid at first, tapping along while she’s choking or trembling, but then it clicks and suddenly you’re syncing with her rhythm in a way that feels too real for a joke game. It’s messy, literally and emotionally, and the moaning voice lines loop wrong sometimes, which only makes it better somehow - like catching someone mid‑breath and refusing to let them finish.

What gets me is how the corruption doesn’t even feel evil. You start off thinking you’re dominating her, but by day five she’s the one steering things, pretending not to, grinding slow while talking about losing her job as if your cock’s the only comfort left. The writing trips over itself, grammar all over, and yet every line lands because it sounds like someone actually flustered trying to talk dirty and failing. There’s a scene in the bathroom where the mirror fogs up and for a second you see horns behind her reflection, tiny, twitching, like she’s halfway yours already. Then she laughs too loud. Totally ruins the moment. But it sticks.

I’ll say though, the creampie counter? Completely unnecessary and also perfect. It forces you to notice time passing, like this gross little calendar of need. The parody label doesn’t save it from being hot, and the humor doesn’t stop it from being kind of sad. Maybe that’s why I keep replaying it, telling myself it’s for the endings, but really just waiting to hear her gasp that same broken syllable again.

FSS Lamashtu feels like somebody mashed up a cold war naval thriller with a filthy space brothel and then forgot which part was supposed to be serious. You’re the freshly minted captain of this “experimental cruiser” that is absolutely not built for exploration, unless you count exploring how many holes your crew can take in a single patrol. Officially it’s the proud weapon of the Alliance, last hope in a long-ass war. Unofficially it’s your floating fuck-lab, staffed with officers who look like they came out of a horny AI art generator after you typed “war crime but sexy” too many times. The ship layout screen is almost a character by itself: bridge, medbay, cargo, those little tucked-away compartments you quickly learn are perfect for “private disciplinary sessions.” You jump between menus pretending to care about fleet orders, but the only thing you actually remember is which corridor you cornered that technician in when she kept “accidentally” brushing her giant tits against you.

The story likes to pretend it’s about geopolitics and rebellion, and sometimes it even tricks you. You’ll get this long briefing about the Neo-Terran strategic line, convoy raids, morale of the Alliance, all that stuff. Then two clicks later, you’re watching a proud enemy pilot on her knees, mascara running, mouth full of cum while she tries to spit out her rank and serial number. The tone whiplash is almost funny. There’s a certain charm in how the game refuses to pick a lane: you capture prisoners, you break them in slowly or just slam straight into collar-and-chain slavery, you’re supposed to feel the “moral weight” of it, but the next scene has them begging for anal like they read the script ahead of time. The AI CG does that exaggerated wetness thing, where every hole looks like you dumped a bucket of lube on it, and every creampie is this ridiculous white flood that should qualify as a bio-weapon. Sometimes the faces twist into that extreme, over-the-top ahegao that doesn’t even look human anymore, more like a melted idol poster, and it somehow fits this world where war propaganda and porn have fused into one genre.

What sticks in my mind most is how physical the ship starts to feel. You’re not just choosing sex options, you’re shaping routines. That science officer who starts with stiff posture and carefully zipped uniform? A few “private evaluations” in your quarters, and suddenly she’s walking around with visible bite marks on her neck, trying not to react when you casually grope her in front of others. There’s a scene in the hangar where two captured enemy girls are supposed to be processed for interrogation, and you can decide if that means basic questions or “group demonstration of Alliance hospitality.” The way their bodies are posed, covered in semen from multiple angles, has that bukkake ritual vibe, everyone participating because the war needs “unity.” You get toy usage too, not just as accessories but as tools of control: a vibrator left inside during a formal strategy meeting, the slow dawning horror on your new slave’s face when she realizes the remote is in your pocket while admirals talk about casualties. The game never really resolves whether you’re a genius commander or just a sex-obsessed tyrant who got lucky with experimental hardware. At some point there’s a tender-ish lesbian moment tucked awkwardly between brutal scenes, two crew girls comforting each other after a mission, fingers exploring, tongues slow and hesitant, and for once you’re not in the frame at all. It feels almost like the game forgot its own premise for a second, then remembers, throws you back into forced deepthroat in a dark interrogation room, and moves on like nothing happened.

Tony Stark finally gets to act like Tony Stark here, not the sad movie version always saving the universe instead of getting laid. You start in this obscene luxury island mansion that looks like somebody mashed together a billionaire’s Airbnb, a secret SHIELD bunker and a nightclub from Miami that never closes. The game just drops you in as the smug asshole host of an endless “hero party”, with Gwen Stacy on the balcony checking city views, Raven pretending not to care in a dark corner, Supergirl trying to look wholesome while wearing something that would get you banned on Twitch, and you thinking about profit margins while also planning whose panties you’re gonna take off next. It sounds like a power fantasy because it is, but the fun part is how messy and horny it gets when the whole “management” part starts clashing with “I want to creampie every superheroine in this building”.

One moment I was in some fake meeting room talking business numbers with Stark’s AI, flicking through contracts like on Google Sheets, trying to keep the party budget from exploding. Five clicks later I’m in the pool area, flirting with Spider-Gwen, picking joke options about web shooters that really should not have worked, and suddenly the dialogue goes from snarky to filthy real fast. It has that thing where your choices stack up quietly, so after a few shameless lines and one badly timed compliment about her ass, she still ends up in your room casually stroking you through your pants like it’s just another Tuesday. The game treats handjobs as just a warm-up, not some big event, which is kinda funny because they animate it like it’s a ceremony. And when she finally climbs on top and you choose whether to pull out or fill her up, the game actually reacts in later scenes with her being a little more clingy, or weirdly sarcastic about you not knocking her up. I picked creampie first time just because the button was bright and I have zero self control, then spent the next in-game day sweet talking her like I didn’t basically turn her into my personal breeding experiment.

What I liked a lot is how the heroines don’t feel copy-paste. Raven is cold and slow to open up, which makes it absolutely priceless when she goes from passive-aggressive spell girl to pressing her soaked panties into your hand in the training room. Supergirl acts like she’s above normal horniness, until you catch her alone on the terrace and push a bit harder, then suddenly she’s begging you to fuck her like some random fan, not a symbol of hope. Black Cat and Wonder Woman show up later and kinda blow up whatever “plan” you had, since they respond better when you act even more arrogant than usual. There was this stupid moment where I promised Scarlet Witch I’d help with some experiment, completely forgot, spent the night pounding She-Hulk in the gym shower, and then had to deal with Wanda throwing me this jealous, half-psycho magic tantrum while still obviously wanting my dick. The tone is all over the place in a good way: one room you’re talking business strategy like a tycoon game, next room you’re raw-dogging a superheroine on Stark-branded bedsheets, hoping the AI doesn’t comment. It’s horny, dumb, strangely clever sometimes, and absolutely not interested in making you feel like a good person. Which is kind of the point when you’re running a never-ending party where every hero girl eventually ends up naked and breathing hard into your ear.

A horny old man jerking off to JAV, a plane falling out of the sky, instant death and then he wakes up as some scrawny school kid under a cliff in fantasy land. That’s the energy here. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep. You’re basically a 69-year-old pervert stuck in a teenage body with weird superpowers and way too much access to women who should really know better. It plays like some trashy isekai parody that got drunk and decided it wants to be both a fighting game and a porn VN at the same time. One second you’re doing dumb turn-based combat in a school uniform, the next you’re buried in big tits, or stuffing a milf against a wall and going from groping to oral to a lazy little titfuck scene like it’s just another Tuesday. The harem angle hits fast too. Every new girl might as well have “future cumdump” written on her forehead. Virgin shy girl from school, tall milf with the fat ass, teacher with glasses, the barefoot weirdo who keeps bringing her feet way too close to your face so of course it leads to a footjob later. It doesn’t even try to be subtle. And honestly I respect that.

What really sticks out for me is the voices and sound, in both good and bad way. I play on my phone with wired earbuds like some old guy, and half the time the voice lines are pretty hot, little moans during handjob or the way one milf laughs when you blow your load on her tits, but then the next scene it sounds like she recorded it in her bathroom with a cheap phone mic. It breaks the mood. Some lines are looped at weird moments too, like the girl keeps gasping the same “ah… stop… ah… stop…” while you’re clearly already balls deep in vaginal sex and there is zero stopping. The moans are hot, but they repeat a bit too much. And the game loves to jump from serious story to dumb humor with dick jokes. One moment they’re talking about tragic backstory near the cliff, next moment your power-up is triggered by watching porn on some in-game knockoff of Pornhub. The UI is a whole other mess. Tiny buttons in the corner, low contrast text over fancy backgrounds, no real settings for bigger fonts or high contrast mode. I use Android accessibility magnifier a lot, and this game fights me on it. Some menus don’t scroll right when zoomed. Try hitting the tiny “skip” button during a long voiced intro while your left thumb is covering half the screen, it’s like doing a precision platformer just to avoid another line of badly timed breathing sounds. They added a “auto” button for text, but you can’t slow it down enough if you read slower or English is not your first language. Sometimes the auto just skips mid line too.

The sex animation itself is pretty fun, even if a bit janky. There’s this scene where the main character uses his new power in a fight, wins by some flashy move, then right after is “rewarded” by the girl kneeling between his legs in some forest clearing, giving him this sloppy blowjob while still in her school uniform. The camera lingers on the big ass and big tits like it forgot which part it wants to focus on. Then later you get a full on harem scene where they all line up to “help” you recover your mana or whatever, and it becomes a mix of masturbation, footjob and oral at the same time, with half of the girls moaning in your ear. It is ridiculous and kind of hot but also low-key funny because the sound mixing puts one girl’s voice way louder than the others, so it feels like she’s right next to your mic and the rest are in the hallway. There’s a little masturbation scene early on where your reincarnated guy is alone in his new room, remembering JAV, and it’s nice they made it interactive, but the stroke speed feels locked and there is no proper feedback for blind or low vision players, no vibrations, no audio cue to say “you’re about to cum”. For a mobile game where everyone plays with thumb controls on tiny screens, the dev really forgot that not everyone has perfect eyesight or fast reading. You can’t remap gestures, can’t turn off certain flashing effects in combat, and if you use system-level text scaling from Android settings, some labels clip out of their boxes. The game is horny as hell, the jokes are dumb, the power fantasy is obvious, and in a weird way that’s charming, but every time I squint at a tiny button during a hot scene, I just think: you can give me a milf riding my dick with full voice, but you can’t give me a proper font size slider?

Money screwups usually just hurt for a while, then fade. Here it feels like the universe stored your mistake, fattened it up, and then threw it back in your face with a winning lottery ticket stapled on top. You start out as this guy who once torched his whole life with one stupid financial decision, and now suddenly you’re stupid rich and everyone around you is suddenly very, very interested in how generous you feel. Especially your best friend, the one you spent half your teen years jerking off over while pretending you were “just buddies”. She’s broke, desperate, still pretending everything is fine, and you’re sitting there with more zeros in your account than brain cells, trying to decide if you want to be a hero, or the villain hentai warned us about and we didn’t listen.

The game loves to push you into these morally gross little corners. You can play the sweet guy route, all romance and slow-build teasing, or you can look at your long-time crush and think, “yeah, you’re gonna pay me back, but not with money.” Blackmail rolls in not as some cartoon evil thing, more like “ok, sign this, or I tell your boss what you did.” Then suddenly she’s on her knees, giving you sloppy oral while trying not to cry, and the worst part is the game makes you enjoy it and hate yourself at the same time. I liked that. I also hated it. There’s this one scene where you help cover her rent, and a few choices later she’s on your couch, half drunk, putting her feet in your lap, wiggling her toes in that “I know what I’m doing, but I’ll act innocent” way. Turn that into a footjob if you’re a degenerate like me, or pretend you’re above it and fail as a human being. The corruption is not instant; it creeps. One moment she’s just thanking you, later she’s letting you spank her bare ass as “punishment” for missing a payment, whispering that it hurts while clearly pushing herself back into your hand.

Sex scenes go from cute and clumsy to “oh wow, I’m actually a bastard” real fast. You can keep things romantic, kissing her slow, sliding into good old vaginal sex while she tells you she’s glad it’s you. Or you go full male domination and treat her like your personal debt toy, making her choke on your cock before you decide whether to finish in her mouth, her pussy, or even her ass because she signed a really stupid contract you wrote at 3% sanity. There’s anal, creampies, rough spanking, those messed up moments where she says “no, that’s too much” and you can actually stop, or just push anyway and lean harder into corruption. Some paths feel like a wholesome dating sim that just happens to have fucking, others are basically a slow, teasing descent into “friend in need becomes plaything in need” territory. The best part is how small choices stack up: a little teasing here, a slightly pushy favor there, suddenly she’s kneeling between your legs every time she visits, calling it “our little arrangement.” I wish the game didn’t make that so hot. I also really wish it did.

This thing is messy in a way I kinda respect. You get tossed into this warped fantasy world where reality has given up, and apparently the local wildlife has tits, claws, and a very specific interest in human cock. The story talks in first person, so it feels like your horny inner monologue got kicked out of Earth and landed in a fever dream. One minute you’re getting smacked around in some turn based fight, the next minute you’ve got a monster girl pressed against a tree while you’re deciding if you want her whining from teasing, moaning around your dick, or riding you until she leaks cum everywhere. It flips from “oh no, danger” to “oh yes, fuck me harder” faster than my mood when Grindr crashes.

The whole thing is like running a very perverted HR department in hell. You manage your little crew, you juggle resources, you worry about who’s loyal, who’s useful in combat, and who’s just there because they let you grope them whenever you’re stressed. There’s romance, but it’s that fucked up sort, with girls who will absolutely let you creampie them behind a ruined shrine, then ask if you still like them when they’re pregnant with your half-cursed brat. Some scenes are soft and sweet, like slow oral where she’s shy and drooling, or gentle handjobs while she confesses feelings. Then five minutes later you’re shoving her face against a table, spanking her ass red while she tries to keep quiet and completely fails. The writing tries to be poetic sometimes, like it wants to win a prize, and then it goes straight into “her asshole clenched around me” without any shame at all. Honestly I love it. And also I rolled my eyes. Both things true.

Combat is that chill turn based style where you’re half reading the skills, half daydreaming about the next time some exhibitionist demoness gets pinned against a wall. Some fights actually matter and you’ll be min-maxing like a weirdo, other times you just mash buttons because you only care about seeing how much milk that busty priestess can spray when you pull her top down mid-dialogue. The game keeps throwing choices at you too: do you comfort her, or do you grab her tits; do you swear devotion, or fuck her raw in public while the shadows watch. Management and romance and adventure all tangled up in this slightly unhinged, emotional dude-brain that gets way too attached to monster girls he just met. I was reading on my phone in the bathroom, lost in some deep talk about devotion and despair, and two clicks later I had her swallowing my load and begging to carry my child. It should not work. It really should not. But here I am, remembering which route gave me anal, lactation, spanking, and a love confession in the same arc like it’s important info for my taxes.

You wake up as Lieutenant Arkay, already balls deep in Empire bullshit and not even sure if you’re the bad guy or just the horny one who signed the wrong paper. General Orbius dumps you on this secret research station called S.H.A.D.O.W., floating in space, quiet and cold, with that soft humming sound in the background that makes everything feel like it’s vibrating under your feet. Doors slide open with that smooth hiss, lights bloom across the floor, and every corridor feels like it’s hiding some dirty secret around the corner. It’s all very sci-fi and serious at first, then the “research” part hits: monster girls in containment, clone soldiers that look almost the same until you notice their tits or their eyes or the way they bite their lip when you grab them by the throat. There’s this weird mix of military discipline and pure filth that actually works. You’re still writing daily reports for the Empire, but between lines you’re thinking “yeah, I made her cum 3 times and then filled her ass, is that classified too, sir?”

The game plays like a sandbox of bad decisions. One moment you’re pretending to do your duty, checking data on some console like a good officer, next you’re cornering a clone in a maintenance bay, hand on her neck, thumb pressing into her pulse while the other one slides into her panties. The detail is nice in a dirty way: her breath getting shorter when you grope her, the way her thighs press together when you tease instead of fuck, the sticky sound when you finally push in after too much teasing. There is one scene where you’re in this observation room, watching a monster girl train with a group of clone girls. It starts as “combat exercise” and ends as you, behind one-way glass, jerking off while the monster girl pins one clone to the floor and licks her all over, and the others pile in. Full on group sex, tails wrapping around waists, hands everywhere, one of them riding a toy while you decide if you join them or just keep being the pervy voyeur. I actually liked the titfuck scenes more than I expected, which is stupid, because usually I skip those. Here, one MILF scientist in a tight uniform kneels in front of you in some random lab, pops her tits out of the white coat, grabs your cock and presses her soft boobs around it, slow, sticky strokes, leaving little smears of precum on her skin. You can feel in your mind that warm, slick slide, her glasses slightly crooked because you pulled her hair too hard. And I still think the anal scenes are the best part, except they kinda aren’t, except they are. The pacing is a bit strange: sometimes you spend too long just walking around the station, touching consoles, listening to Orbius talk about “important projects” while you’re just here waiting to creampie another clone. At one point I got stuck wondering if the clones even remember who fucked them yesterday or if it’s all blended into one long mission report titled “Arkay abuses his authority again.” Anyway, I got distracted by this tiny thing: the sound of doors. They always make the same noise, and now my brain links it with “someone is about to get groped.” It’s annoying. I kinda love it. I was going to say something about the fantasy part with the monster girls wielding strange powers, but now I just remember the way one of them clamps down around your cock when you push in her pussy while her tentacles hold another girl open for you, and yeah, whatever, lore can wait.

This one feels like some horny soap opera where the writer got way too invested in the “I’d do anything for love” line and then just kept asking “ok but how far, exactly?” You play this dude who is clearly a simp for the main girl, except the game never calls him that, it just acts like his obsession is pure romance while he is constantly staring at her tits and imagining how her ass would look bouncing on his lap. And everyone around him is somehow hot. Big boobs everywhere, big asses squeezed into tight clothes, and the camera basically behaves like a creep with a zoom fetish. If you like feeling like some invisible perv who always happens to be at the right angle when a towel slips or a skirt rides up, it is exactly that. Half the time nothing “big” is happening, it is just him watching, imagining, jerking off later while replaying it in his head, and the game lets you stay inside that kind of nasty loop.

The kinetic novel format makes it very passive, which cuts both ways. On one side, you can lean back and just let the story push you through all the teasing and then the full-on fucking scenes without worrying about choices. On the other side, if you start feeling weird about consent stuff, you have no way to fix it. And I did feel weird sometimes. There are a lot of moments where these girls clearly do not fully understand that the guy is basically building a harem around himself, and the story frames it as romantic devotion. He “wants to protect them”, but then the camera zooms in on their lips while they sleep and you sit there like, okay man, protector, sure. That part gets under my skin a bit, because the women are written like they’re into it, but the build-up skips over proper boundaries a lot. In a real relationship I would call that manipulative as fuck. Here it is dressed as destiny. And yes, it is hot when one of the girls kneels down, unzips him, and slowly takes him in her mouth after all that build-up, spit shining his cock until you can see the shine on the model, but at the same time my brain is like “wait, did she actually get to choose this or did the story force her because of ‘love’?” That conflict never really goes away. The game acts like consent is automatic once someone is “in love”, and that is some classic adult game bullshit that people pretend is fine because pixels are not real women. Which is technically true, but still, we train our fantasies too, you know?

Sex-wise it is not shy at all. When it finally stops playing coy, you get full pussy shots, thick cum dripping out after he pushes in deep and finishes inside, creampie that oozes down her folds, the guy grabbing a handful of ass while he pounds her from behind. There is always this focus on penetration and filling her up, like he is trying to claim them with his load. The scenes where the MC just loses control and rams into her while her tits bounce in rhythm are the ones where the 3D really pays off, because you can see the skin jiggle, the thighs pressing together, the little details like her toes curling when she comes. You even get those quiet moments where he is alone, jerking off to what he saw earlier, cum splashing on his stomach while he whispers her name, which actually feels kind of honest. I wish they spent that same honesty on how the women negotiate sex with him, but they do not. They just melt. There is one thing that annoyed me and I cannot stop thinking about it: every time a girl is undressing, the camera lingers on the exact same body angle like the dev only had one favorite pose, and it started bugging me for no real reason. Anyway, if your kink leans into voyeur stuff, big bodies, and that whole “I’ll fuck them all because they all need me” power fantasy, it hits hard, but as an ethics nerd, I kept thinking how easy it would be to make the same scenes just as horny while letting the women say a real yes instead of the story handing it to the guy like a reward. Maybe that is not what this game wants to be though.

It’s messy in the best way. You’re some kind of half-drunk alchemist in a vampire’s den, tossing glowing ingredients into a cauldron that looks suspiciously alive, waiting to see if it spits out gold, slime, or a moaning succubus with tits like forbidden fruit. The game doesn’t explain much, just lets you mix weird shit - holy water, demon ichor, maybe a drop of your own sweat - and then bam, the screen flashes and suddenly you’re staring at a futa nun grinding against a bound werewolf priest. It’s ridiculous, but you can’t stop clicking. The logic makes no sense and that’s kind of the point. Sometimes you get a soft scene, a slow kiss between a vampire girl and her human pet. Other times, tentacles, everywhere, like the game’s trying to outdo itself in how far it’ll go before you blush or laugh.

There’s something about the tone - half gothic, half horny fever dream - that makes it feel like the devs were just daring each other to see what the next transmutation would unlock. The art shifts between elegant and unhinged; one moment you’re admiring the lighting on a pale thigh, next you’re staring at a corrupted angel with too many wings and not enough shame. The alchemy system feels more like foreplay than crafting. You think you’re mixing for power, but really you’re just chasing the next perverse reveal. I tried to keep track of the endings but gave up after the third one involved a talking dildo that might’ve been sentient.

The weirdest part? It’s kind of beautiful. Between the absurd fetishes and over-the-top transformations, there’s this pulse of dark humor and lust that keeps it alive. It’s not about winning or finishing - it’s about curiosity, that itch that says “what if I mix blood and holy oil again?” Do it. The game rewards the reckless.