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Anno is that kind of nerd wizard who looks like he should be staying in the tower reading scrolls, but instead he keeps tripping into the filthiest situations possible and somehow it feels… believable? You start like a proper fantasy court mage, serious prophecy, city to protect, all that epic stuff, and five minutes later you are making really bad choices in a dungeon because a monster girl with ridiculous tits is promising “just a tiny reward” if you let her sit on your face. The tone is funny in a stupid way, like horny DnD group that lost control of the session, but it still plays like a normal turn based RPG, not some click-on-the-flashlight porn thing. You’re checking stats and gear and then, oops, your “strategy” ends with you pinned to the wall getting used like a toy while she laughs at you. High culture.

The corruption feeling is good, because at the beginning Anno is more like “I must study this creature for magical research” and by the time you grind a bit, he is basically a walking hard-on with a spellbook. The game is really into humiliating him in that fun way where he technically wins the fight, but the “reward” scene still has him on his knees, getting jerked off or sucked dry while he moans like some brainwashed virgin who never saw tits before. Which is funny because half of the girls are total MILF energy with huge asses that bounce way more than gravity should allow. There is a lot of oral, a lot of grabbing his crotch in dialogue, some group scenes where he is just drowning in slime and semen and tentacles and you just watch the animation and think, ok, that’s too much, play it again. There is mind control too, that “oops your resistance failed, now you’re her obedient little slave” vibe, and it really goes in on that ahegao, drooling, eyes-rolled-back thing when he gets stuffed from more than one side. Sometimes combat feels like foreplay that lasts too long, I wanted the scene already, but then one enemy suddenly wiped me because I was horny and didn’t heal and I got actually mad at myself, like, bro, at least drink a potion before you go chase the next creampie CG.

I like how the dungeon itself works almost like a horny safari. You just wander around, poke suspicious walls, and the game goes “nice trap, now three monster girls want to share you” and suddenly you’re in animated group sex with cum flying everywhere. There’s this one moment where a cute “innocent” girl wants to “study human anatomy” and ends up straddling him and grinding until she gets him to cum inside, then makes some casual pregnancy comment like it’s no big deal, and the scene just keeps looping with her riding and his face completely gone, and that stuck with me more than the bigger, flashier scenes. I wish outfits changed more, like, as a cosplayer I am crying a bit, because some of these designs are perfect to build in real life and then the game keeps one angle only and my brain is screaming “turn around, I need to see the back straps.” The humor is stupid in a good way, but sometimes it leans a little too meme-y for me, and then the next scene is just raw, messy bukkake on a monster girl who looks way too proud to be painted white. The sandbox feeling is nice, you wander, poke, get groped, accidentally trigger handjobs in places that should be safe, like it’s casual sexual harassment world and the MC is the only one who thinks it’s weird. And then at some point you stop thinking it’s weird too. Not sure that’s a good thing. Or maybe it is. I’m still “testing.”

You arrive at Caerlin Academy already feeling like you took a wrong train in life. Fancy uniforms, shiny halls, everyone walking in little cliques like they own the place. And in a way, they kind of do. The whole school is split into these Houses that act more like gangs than clubs. Some meathead Alpha jock gets in your face on day one, crowd watching, the guy treating you like you’re already his toy. He grabs your collar, you smell his cheap cologne, and in a weird way it sets the tone for everything that comes after: this place runs on power, sex, and who can make who kneel first. You answer back, of course, and there’s this second of silence where even the background chatter in the hallway feels like it stops. Then the whispers start, people recording with their phones, girls biting their lips because they like a guy who doesn’t just shut up and take it.

From there, the game doesn’t really pretend to be wholesome. One moment you’re in a “normal” classroom, teacher droning, and a Gamma girl in the row ahead is sliding her phone back to you under the desk. It’s a pic of her in the bathroom mirror, uniform skirt pushed up, tongue out in that stupid ahegao face that somehow still makes your dick twitch. You’re trying to focus on the lesson and she’s watching you in the reflection of the window, waiting for you to react. Touch the screen to reply, and you’re not just choosing words, you’re teasing her, ordering her to adjust her panties, telling her exactly what you’d do to her behind the lab building. The game does this fun thing where the dirty stuff often starts in small ways, like a hand “accidentally” brushing against a thigh in the crowded hallway, or you pinning a girl against a locker when nobody else is around, her breath catching while your hand squeezes her ass through the fabric. Sometimes it’s sweet, she leans into your touch like she’s been starving for it. Sometimes it’s rough, you push her harder, her eyes go wide, then she smiles and whispers “harder” back. And yeah, sometimes the pacing just dies because you’re stuck in some slow romance talk in the dorm common room while you only want to shove her over the couch and fuck her brains out, but then suddenly she’s on her knees instead and you forget you were annoyed.

What hits hardest is how intimate a lot of scenes feel even when they’re totally filthy. There’s this one late-event where a girl drags you into an empty classroom after everyone “officially” went home. She locks the door, climbs on the teacher’s desk and tells you to sit. You get this POV angle where she slowly unzips you, wraps her hand around your cock, and starts stroking while keeping eye contact, like she’s testing how long till you break. The game lets you decide if you just sit there and let her worship you, or grab her hair and guide her mouth down, feeling her lips stretch around you while her drool drips on your lap. You can hear the faint sounds of some club still practicing outside while she struggles not to gag too loud. Later, there’s a scene in a dark gym storage room during some stupid academy event, where a couple of house girls end up sharing you, passing your cock between their mouths, spit and lipstick smeared everywhere, one of them begging you to cum inside her pussy, the other demanding the same. You don’t get some deep moral lesson, just raw choices: creampie the one riding you, pull out and paint the other’s tongue, or hold them there and make them finish you with their hands until you’re completely empty and they’re laughing like they got away with a crime. It’s messy, horny, sometimes kind of romantic when you don’t expect it, and then suddenly you’re spanking a girl over a study desk while she tries to recite formulas and fails because your fingers are inside her. The story likes to pretend hierarchy is everything, but once you’ve had a girl grinding on your lap in the library whispering “use me however you want, just don’t stop,” that whole system starts to feel like just another excuse to get you closer to the next blowjob, the next wet heat around your cock, the next time you watch a proud academy princess lose her mind and cum hard all over you.

Four idiots walk into a cursed sex temple and somehow you are the most reasonable one there. That alone made me laugh. The game throws you right into this horny fantasy mess where every corridor feels like it was built by a pervert architect who failed religious school. Everything is text, slow and chatty, with 2D art sliding in at the most painful moments to really show how badly your party is losing their dignity. One minute you are planning the usual stuff, checking stats, poking at dialogue options, and the next the elf ranger is pressed up against a glowing wall that reacts to her lust like it is reading her browser history. Her curse makes her go from “professional archer” to “walking porn addiction” so gradually you almost don’t see the line where she stops pretending to resist. There was this scene where I tried to play her as stoic, all self control and discipline, but the game kept slipping in those little text hints like “her fingers twitch near the hem of her panties” and I caught myself thinking “ok just give her one orgasm as a treat” like some shitty pet owner.

The dom energy in this thing is sneaky. On paper you are the tough mercenary with the sword and the scars and the big “I’m in charge” vibe, but often it feels like you are the chew toy in a world that really loves collars. The tiefling warlock is the worst offender and also the best. She talks like she could bench press you with magic and spit on you at the same time, and the writing keeps pushing you into this constant wrestling match with her ego. I tried to humble her once, took the most aggressive dialogue choices I could, and the game answered with a scene where she lets you think you are winning just long enough before turning it into something like, “Oh you thought topping me meant you were in control?” She’s still clearly directing how filthy it gets, just while sitting on your face. The priestess is a whole other problem. She starts all holy and adorable, and the quest text keeps playing this tension where every “pure” option has that faint smell of “corruption later, promise.” I picked the kind path, tried to keep her chaste, and the game rewarded me with her whispering shy, fucked up things she clearly should not know, complete with little exhibitionist accidents around town that very much do not feel accidental. It is sweet and also so, so wrong.

What surprised me is how much this feels like an actual RPG in between the horny disasters. You go around town, pick up side quests that look normal and then tilt into perversion like someone spilled lube on the story. There was a fetch quest that started like “help the baker” and ended with my party standing half naked in a back room, covered in flour and shame, because I misjudged an “offer help” dialogue choice that was absolutely not about bread. Combat exists, but mostly I treated it like foreplay, another way to get everyone more messed up, more cursed, more willing to show skin where they really shouldn’t. Exhibitionism is not just a fetish checkbox here, it crawls into how you move through the world. Walk into town in slightly kinky gear and the text notices, people stare, descriptions linger on how the wind hits bare thighs, how the priestess blushes when her robe “accidentally” rides up, how the ranger pretends she hates the eyes on her while her lust score ticks higher anyway. The game keeps poking you with choices that feel like tests. Help your party break free or gently push them over the edge and watch them like it. Tease them along, hold their leashes just loose enough so they think they’re still heroes and not temple pets in training. It is sloppy at times, some lines are clunky, a few scenes feel like the writer was horny and tired at the same time, but honestly that only makes it feel more real, like chat logs you shouldn’t be reading at work. I closed it and immediately opened it again because I remembered I forgot to check what happens if I let the warlock boss me around in that one particular ritual room with the chains on the ceiling. Priorities.

Guy just wants some cold air and maybe a drink, ends up trapped in the quietest, horniest little horror-comedy grocery store on earth. That’s the vibe here. You walk in, sun burning your brain, and suddenly the outside world just kind of... blinks out. The door locks, shelves feel slightly wrong, lights flicker like they’re trying to flirt, and there she is behind the counter: tiny goth clerk with a stare like she already knows exactly how weak you are. Not the cliché latex dominatrix thing, more like “sleep-deprived art major who could crush your soul with one sarcastic comment” mixed with “MILF energy in training,” if that makes sense. Big tits under a cheap t‑shirt, jeans, zero effort styling, but somehow she looks like a walking fetish ad that forgot to be subtle.

The weird part is, nothing technically “happens.” No actual sex, no naked bodies flying around, nobody jumping your dick. It’s all edging, all mind games, like the game is blueballing you on purpose and laughing. She’ll lean over the counter just a little too far, bend down to grab something so her ass lines up perfectly with your eyes, stretch like she’s in a yoga ad, then act like you’re the creep for looking. She calls you out for every tiny reaction, every stolen glance, like she’s reading your browser history in real time. At one point she casually drops a line about how “guys like you are easy to rewire” and the screen does this tiny flicker and yeah, you feel it. Not jump scare, more like you skipped a frame in your own head. You’re not sure if she’s hypnotic or just really good at gaslighting, but you start clicking through lines faster, waiting for some kind of payoff that never quite lands. It’s a kinetic novel, so no choices, no branches, you’re just strapped into her vibe. That’s kinda annoying and kinda perfect. You keep thinking “ok, next scene she’s gonna finally do something,” and instead she just mocks you, teases harder, leans in with that bored stare and explains exactly how she could make you crawl with a single word. Then nothing. Then a joke. Then she looks straight at you again and tells you you’re breathing too loud.

What got me is how the voyeurism hits without any peepholes or secret cams. You’re just there, stuck, watching her do normal clerk stuff while she very obviously watches you watching her. It flips around, like you become the thing on display. She wipes down the counter real slow, checks her phone, pops gum, types something you can’t see, then smiles in that “yeah, I just changed something in your brain” way. At one point she makes you read signs on the wall, stupid boring rules, but the text starts feeling like commands, like she’s training a dog. She never raises her voice, never goes full “kneel, worm” mode, but you still feel dominated, like your dick is on a leash you can’t see. The humor is messed up in a good way too; she’ll roast your porn tastes, call out your search terms, then switch to dead-serious for two lines and talk about control and consent like a late-night TED talk in a haunted 7‑Eleven, then immediately ask if you’re thirsty. Zero subtle transition. The art is rough but kinda perfect for it, she’s cute and a little off-model from scene to scene, which almost sells the idea your memory is being edited. There’s no big climax, no “and then you bang her” scene, it just leaves you horny, slightly confused, and lowkey worried she’s going to show up in your dreams and make you apologize for scrolling Twitter during the dialogue.

I swear this game started like a joke. I opened it expecting some lazy swipe-right simulator with recycled anime faces, but it slapped me with this weird mix of horny sincerity and unhinged chaos. The first match I got wasn’t even hot at first glance - looked like someone’s OC from a forgotten DeviantArt page - but ten minutes later I was reading her chat logs like they were gospel. The writing flirts between cringe and genius. Sometimes she’ll tease you with a line that sounds like it came from a bad fanfic, then follow it with something so filthy it short-circuits your brain. I caught myself grinning like an idiot. That’s embarrassing to admit, but whatever.

There’s this rhythm to it, like the devs knew exactly how long to keep you waiting before dropping the next explicit scene. Not that the pacing’s perfect - half the time I was yelling at my phone because the dialogue wheel bugged out or the transitions froze mid-thrust (yeah, that happened). But when it works, it *really* works. The futa characters all have that exaggerated anatomy thing going on - huge everything - but it’s not just about size. There’s personality behind it, like each one’s got a story that’s been fermenting in some dark corner of the internet for years. You can tell someone poured way too much love into making sure the teasing feels personal. It’s messy, sure, but that’s kind of the charm.

The weirdest part? The game pretends to be about romance, but it’s really about control. You think you’re choosing dialogue options, but half the time the girls are steering you like a toy. There’s a scene with a rooftop confession that spirals into something obscene so fast I actually laughed out loud. It shouldn’t work. It does. And yet, I still hate that the text font looks like something from a 2009 flash game. Why is that what sticks with me? Maybe because everything else feels too alive, too raw, like it shouldn’t even be on a phone screen.

Fatima looks like the type of girl local aunties point at during weddings and whisper about. Proper clothes, shy smile, all that “good Muslim girl” energy, but the game just laughs at that and throws her straight into a marriage with a guy she doesn’t even know. It starts all stiff and awkward in the bedroom, like two strangers trying to act out porn they never watched. The first time they fuck is clumsy and weird in a way that actually feels right. No instant porn star bullshit. She’s nervous, he’s trying too hard, the bed squeaks like it’s judging them. And little by little, the game stops pretending this is a romantic love story and turns into what it really wants to be: this girl discovering she’s a horny mess with way more desire than her “proper” life allows.

What I liked is how her brain is always lagging behind her body. She tells herself she should be grateful and loyal, that nice little obedient wife, then you get a CG of her riding him with this desperate look like she just unlocked a new drug. There are scenes where she’s lying there after a creampie, staring at the ceiling and thinking about God and sin and all that, and the next scene she’s secretly replaying the feeling in her head while her husband is at work. And that’s before the other people show up. The game doesn’t play coy with the cheating at all. One moment she’s politely chatting, next moment she’s pressed against a wall with a thicker cock stretching her way beyond what her husband ever managed. The contrast is brutal and honestly kind of funny. Husband’s sex is “we should do this, we are married now.” Interracial dude rolls in and it’s “oh fuck, I didn’t know it could feel like this, I’m gonna break.” You get that nice dirtiness from watching her try to act like nothing happened when she goes back home with his cum still inside her.

And it doesn’t stay straight either. The lesbian stuff doesn’t start with some cheesy “I always loved girls” nonsense. It sneaks in as comfort. Another woman showing her how to touch herself properly, how to actually chase the orgasm instead of waiting like a passive doll. There’s a great bit where Fatima is half crying about being unfaithful, and this woman has her hand between Fatima’s thighs, calmly telling her it’s alright while pushing her to climax anyway. You can practically feel her morals snapping one by one. She’s supposed to be this obedient wife, but by the time you’re deeper in, she’s tasting another woman one day and then taking a raw cock the next, big tits bouncing all over the place while she tries not to say out loud that she likes the forbidden stuff more than the “normal” sex she’s allowed to have. The game doesn’t pretend to teach a lesson or be deep. It just keeps asking the same question in different scenes: if a girl like this grows up caged, what happens when someone finally opens the door and tells her she can fuck whoever she wants and nobody’s watching? The answer is not pretty for her husband, but it is very fun to watch.

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

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

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

Alister is the kind of horny disaster that walks into a scene like he owns it and then immediately proves he has no idea what the fuck is going on. Demon, ripped, cocky, literally dragged out of hell and dropped into this pretty, fucked up fantasy world where everyone either wants to use him, fuck him, or both at once. The game just throws you into his vibe without a big tutorial lecture. One moment he’s pissed about being yanked out of hell, next moment he’s in front of this disgraced prince who looks like he hasn’t slept since his last royal scandal, and a tiny gnome bard who flirts with anything that has a pulse and probably a few things that don’t. You just kinda roll with it. I liked that the first really horny moment didn’t feel like “okay now is the sex scene,” it creeps in under the banter. A hand on his chest holds just half a second longer, a gaze drops to his hips, someone makes a joke that is way too loaded, and suddenly you’re sitting there, dick in your hand, pretending you’re still reading for the story. Sure.

What surprised me is how romantic and trashy it feels at the same time. You get this ex-prince trying to act all noble and serious while his eyes very clearly keep checking out Alister’s body, tracing the lines of his abs, his shoulders, the way his tail moves when he’s annoyed. He says things like “this is strictly professional” right after you pick the dialogue option that has you pressing him against a wall in some corridor lit with torches that flicker like they know what’s about to happen. It’s not subtle. The writing lets you choose if Alister leans into being a seductive bastard or acts confused by how fast mortals get horny, and both paths feel dirty in a fun way. I had him pretend he’s above all this “mortal lust” while describing in detail how the prince’s hands feel on his thighs. That hypocrisy is hot. Then there’s the gnome, Alek, who is small, smug and basically a walking thirst comment section. He’s strumming his lute, making filthy little songs about demon dick, and when you encourage him he turns that energy on you, climbing into your space like size is just a suggestion. The game really likes playing with power and who’s actually in charge in the moment. Sometimes you’re the big scary demon using your strength to pin a guy down, other times you end up on your knees because someone figured out that demons are weak to praise and a firm grip around their horns. The game does romance, but it never forgets to be horny first, feelings later, and then suddenly you care way too much if this idiot prince actually likes you or just wants the monster in your pants.

The pacing is a bit weird, like a feast where you get dessert before the main dish. You slam into some spicy stuff early, hands wandering, suggestive touching, a nice long look at Alister’s body where the camera definitely knows what part people care about, and then it pulls back into plot talk about warlocks and kingdoms and “honor.” I was there like, yeah yeah, political fallout, but can we go back to when he was breathing against my neck and calling me dangerous. At the same time, the small things are what stuck with me. Like one scene where they’re camping, and you can choose to sit closer to the fire or closer to Izaak. If you sit by him, his knee brushes yours, and he doesn’t move away. It’s nothing, but it’s not nothing. Or when Alek casually asks if demons can cum more than once and delivers it like he’s asking about the weather, then grins when Alister chokes on his drink. Stuff like that makes the world feel horny even when nobody is naked yet. I kinda wish there was an option to be more mean with your flirting, like really corrupt the prince, drag him into something filthy he’ll hate himself for loving, but maybe that’s me being too spicy. Anyway, if you’re the type who likes big bodies, messy power dynamics, and that slow slide from “I summoned a monster” to “I’m riding him and moaning his name like a prayer I’m not supposed to say,” then just let this game happen to you and don’t rush. Take time with the dialogue choices, push a little on the borders, and when the scene turns hot, actually read it instead of skipping for the CG. There’s a lot of fun in making Alister say the wrong thing on purpose and then fucking his way out of trouble.