I didn’t expect a game about the Demon Slayer Corps to make me blush harder than losing a match in front of chat, but here we are. The logic puzzles look innocent, clean even, with that cozy click of tiles sliding into place - until you start unlocking “rewards.” I don’t even think rewards is the right word. When Tanjirou’s voice line kicked in after merging a perfect set, it sounded like a mix between a moan and a sigh, just a bit too long on the inhale. Maybe it was a glitch, or maybe those devs knew exactly what they were doing. And the way Shinobu’s eyes shift after the fifth stage, a fraction too slow, gives the strange impression she’s watching *you*, not the other way around. I kept thinking about the sound design, the wet pop when you connect two higher-tier buildings - it’s subtle, but yeah, definitely intentional.

What’s funny is that it’s all framed as upgrading headquarters, yet it ends up feeling like you’re teasing characters rather than managing structures. I made a perfect combo once and everything pulsed pink, even the damn cursor. Kanao shows up then, quiet but dripping with unspoken... something. Her blush animation could melt steel, but sometimes it freezes the frame entirely and forces you to restart. Infuriating, but in a weirdly rewarding way. You start thinking, “Okay, maybe one more merge, maybe the next one shows something wilder,” and then hours later your coffee’s cold and you’re still chasing one more perfect set. It scratches that part of the brain that likes order and filth at the same time.

I can't decide if the best part is the weird ASMR-engineered effect of the demon-slaying soundtrack or the slow reveal of how much of this game is secretly a fetish for control. It’s horny but methodical, like foreplay dictated by spreadsheets. The click, the glow, the sudden gasp - and then silence. Hate how much I loved that silence.

You wake up broke, horny, and with a brain like a wiped phone, and somehow that’s the perfect résumé for the sleaziest nightclub this city has. The game dumps you into that mess without long bullshit intro, just this guy who remembers nothing, needs money fast, and ends up in a place where the animatronic “mascots” look like they escaped from a horny FNAF fanart subreddit. You’re not chasing jumpscares, you’re chasing tips, orgasms, and any hint of who you were before all this, while trying not to get eaten alive by girls who have way too much ass and way too little shame. The whole thing feels like someone mashed a scuffed RPG with late‑night horny brain, then added a “what if Freddy’s but everyone wants to fuck you” filter.

It plays out like this weird sandbox where you clock in at the club, wander around, mess with the girls, take small jobs, and decide how far your dignity goes. Sometimes you’re in this quiet scene, just talking and teasing, stuff like one of the furry animatronic girls leaning over you with a fake innocent smile, brushing your crotch with her tail while pretending it’s an accident. Then suddenly you’re getting a titfuck behind the stage curtains because you picked the “wrong” dialog option and apparently she liked that. The lesbian tension between some of the girls is great too, there’s this moment where you walk in on two of them fooling around with a toy, one of them with full ahegao face, tongue out, completely gone, and you can either just watch like a creep from the shadows or get pulled into the mess. It’s not just “click sex scene, fap, next”. Sometimes you’re stuck doing boring little tasks for cash, like cleaning up the booth while your boss keeps hinting she knows more about your past than she should, and you’re just sitting there thinking “yeah yeah, but can I get back to the blowjob scene with the bunny girl or what”. And then when it finally hits, it’s intense: sloppy oral, handjobs where they jerk you just a bit too slow on purpose to tease you, vaginal sex on the couch with her huge tits bouncing in your face while she keeps whispering you look familiar, which is kind of hot and creepy at the same time.

The tone is all over the place, in a good way and also not. One moment it’s goofy parody of FNAF, with horny versions of familiar characters making fun of the whole “security guard survives the night” thing, next moment it’s an actual story about a guy trying to figure out why his body remembers how to fuck like a champ but his head is just static. There’s this scene where you’re checking cameras in a cheap knockoff security room, expecting a jumpscare, and instead you catch one of the animatronic girls on screen slowly sliding a sex toy into herself, staring dead into the camera like she knows you’re watching. It’s hot, sure, but also makes you feel like she’s the one playing you. The mobile side is decent too, it runs on phone while you’re half‑scrolling Telegram, half getting a handjob in‑game, which feels wrong in a very good way. Some stuff is janky, like text sometimes sounds like it was translated twice through Google, menus feel a bit clunky, and scenes can be uneven. You get this amazing teasing build‑up with big tits in your face, tongue play, grinding, then next route is just “hey, wanna fuck?” and boom, straight to penetration. But even when it stumbles, it has this unpolished charm, like watching a horny indie dev pour all his kinks into one place and not even pretending to be classy. It’s messy, it’s lewd, it’s weirdly cozy, and by the time the animatronic fox is riding you on a table in the closed club while moaning your name like she’s known you forever, you kind of forget you were supposed to care about the missing memories at all.

I didn’t expect to laugh this much while, you know, also being wildly turned on. *Furry Bang Town* sounds like some cheap meme bait, but halfway through the first date scene with that smug wolf barista (he keeps pretending he’s bored while his tail literally wags), I realized this game knows exactly what it’s doing. There’s this weird mix of parody and genuine horniness - it flirts with irony but still goes all in when things get wet. The humor hits that awkward space where you don’t know if you’re supposed to cringe or moan. And the writing? Kind of broken in places, but in a way that feels like someone poured their kinks into Google Translate and said, “good enough.” It works. Too well maybe.

I keep thinking about Judy - not the movie one, but the version here who’s somehow both a cop and a futa stripper on weekends. Her route wrecked me; she teases like she’s reading your mind, then there’s this beach scene where she just drops the uniform and starts talking about “justice” while grinding against your thigh. It’s ridiculous. I almost closed the tab, but the sound design pulled me back - heavy breathing layered with seagulls and waves, absurdly effective. Then suddenly, boom, Pokémon crossover out of nowhere. A Lucario bartender offering “protein shots.” I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was already clicking through dialogue faster than I’d like to admit.

The public use scenes are messy in every sense - crowded cafe bathrooms, fur everywhere, people pretending not to watch. It’s filthy, kind of funny, and weirdly intimate. I hated that it made me feel something beyond just arousal. Also, the ending just stops mid-sentence, like the dev gave up or came too early. Still, I can’t stop thinking about that line where the pony character whispers, “You smell like story.” What does that even mean? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. I’m probably overthinking it, but whatever - this game got under my skin in ways it really shouldn’t have.

Lois in this game is exactly that kind of horny neighbor your parents warned you about and you still went to her house anyway. She’s already bored of Peter, already wet for Donna, and the game just throws you right into that mess. No slow build, no “romantic setup,” she’s grinding on Donna on the couch, tits practically falling out, kissing like they’ve been doing this every Thursday for a year. Donna’s hands are all over her ass, Lois is moaning way too loud for someone whose husband could walk in any second, and you’re sitting there clicking through like “yeah, this is absolutely going to blow up, please continue.” When Lois drops to her knees between Donna’s thighs and they give her that smug lesbian smile, it feels way more filthy than it has any right to be, because it’s not shy at all. Tongues everywhere, Lois’ lipstick smeared, Donna pulling her red hair like she’s trying to ride her face, and you’re just watching the whole thing like some weird spiritual advisor of bad decisions. You click the next scene and suddenly the camera angle is tighter than your last relationship, right on Donna’s pussy, Lois’ nose buried in it, and you can literally feel how much the game wants you to stare. It’s not subtle. Thank god.

Then Peter gets involved. Kind of. He’s outside, pissed off, door locked, totally clueless in that perfect cartoon-husband way. He’s knocking, shouting, you know he’d lose his shit if he saw Lois with Donna, but inside the house she just keeps going. At one point Lois pauses, turns her head like she heard something, and the game gives you this tiny choice that made me laugh way too much: tell her to keep licking or tell her to go open the door. Obviously I told her to pretend she didn’t hear anything and she just shrugs it off and goes back to Donna’s clit like, “whatever, he’ll live.” That one little moment made her feel extra mean and extra hot, because she chooses pussy over Peter without a single guilty thought. And right when you think it’s just going to stay a lesbian thing, Quagmire gets called in. Of course. The way the game presents him is perfect: you see his big cock before you properly see him. He shows up like it’s a casual Tuesday, drops his pants, and suddenly the whole vibe goes from “forbidden girls-only fun” to “okay, there’s a huge dick here and someone is getting stuffed.” The first time he slides in, the game is very honest about it: Lois is stretched, her moan changes, Donna’s face goes from calm to hungry, and it leans into that interracial vibe hard without pretending it’s anything but filthy. Peter’s still out there begging to be let in while his wife is bent over the couch getting pumped full and Donna is kissing her, one hand on Lois’ breast, the other guiding that big black cock deeper. It’s shameless, slightly stupid, and exactly the kind of horny comedy that fits this world even when it absolutely shouldn’t. I do wish there was a little more control over the scene pacing, maybe a way to hold the camera longer on Lois’ face when the cumshot hits her, because when Quagmire finally blows all over her and Donna, the game kind of rushes it, like it’s scared to let you enjoy the mess. But also I replayed that part three times, so maybe it’s fine.