There’s this messed up thing that happens when a horror game is actually horny. Your brain keeps trying to decide if it should be scared or turned on, and this thing leans hard into that confusion. You’re stuck in this old college building that feels like that one abandoned wing every campus has, the one people swear is locked “for renovation” since forever. Lights flicker, the hallways go on way too long, doors loop you back around, all that classic paranormal bullshit. Except here, in the middle of all the creepy silence and bloody scribbles on the walls, you’re also constantly running into this ghost woman who looks like she crawled out of a nightmare and a porn shoot at the same time. Long hair, eyes that look like she wants to eat your soul, tits that absolutely do not follow physics, and an ass that makes you forget there’s literal gore on the floor. Half the game you’re thinking “I should run,” and the other half you’re lowkey hoping she catches you again.

The weirdest part is how the “saving yourself” thing sorta becomes optional in your head. You wander the campus trying doors, checking classrooms, hiding, finding notes that make the story darker every time, with little splashes of graphic violence that are just blunt, not artistic. No fancy cutaways, just “oh shit, yeah, that guy is very dead.” Then, in the next scene, you’re pushed into some supernatural sex encounter that feels way too intimate for how monstrous she is. One moment she’s pinning the male protagonist to a desk, grinding on him with those big soft tits bouncing in your face while she rides him like she wants to break his hips, the next moment the lights cut and you hear something wet and not at all sexy somewhere down the corridor. The game keeps letting you think with your dick and punishing you for it, but also rewarding you, which makes zero sense and somehow works. There are scenes where she phases through the wall in front of you, body half transparent, nipples fully not, walks in that slow, predatory way, and you can literally feel your brain going “this is a bad idea” while your hand is already on the mouse or, well, not on the mouse anymore. You get those paranormal moments where she twists her neck at a wrong angle, or her mouth stretches too wide, and then right after she’s riding you slow, whispering shit in your ear you don’t understand, squeezing you inside her like she’s trying to keep you there forever. By the time you realize the campus itself feels alive and fucked up, and maybe you actually do have some weird powers going on, you’ve already decided that if you’re trapped in an endless loop, there are worse ways to spend it than being hunted, scared, and nailed senseless by one obsessive monster girl ghost with a perfect ass and a death problem.

Fate in this game feels messy and horny at the same time, like the universe got drunk on Tinder and astrology memes. You play this guy who honestly looks like the quiet dude you see in a café scrolling Reddit, but inside he’s this walking pressure cooker of need and soft feelings. He’s not some hentai superhero with a magic dick, he’s just… there, in his room, phone glowing, music in the background, thinking way too much and jerking off to fantasies that feel almost real. The kinetic style makes it feel like you’re being dragged along on rails, but in a good way, like destiny already wrote the script and you’re just watching your own sex life from outside your body. Sometimes I wanted choices, then ten seconds later I was glad I had none, because it let the tension keep climbing without me messing it up.

The romance here isn’t that fake porn “hey step bro” stuff, it’s this slow, awkward orbit between people who clearly want each other but are too scared to say it out loud. There’s a girl who acts confident in public, smiling wide, laughing too loud, and then the second she’s kind of alone with you and the clothes start to matter, you see every little insecurity crack open. Her nipples are hard but her eyes are nervous, that kind of thing. When she starts showing too much skin in risky places, that exhibition thrill hits different, like she’s trying to prove something to herself more than to you. At one point she’s pressed against a window, light from outside on her ass while her hand is down your pants, stroking you slow, whispering nonsense about how “no one can see us” when it’s obviously a lie. The game really milks that heavy silence where nobody talks, just breathing, handjobs, and the tiny sounds of skin on skin. It made me weirdly emotional for no reason, then in the next scene I was just horny again and forgot all that.

What surprised me most is how the lesbian stuff doesn’t feel like some extra category added just to tick a box. It sneaks in soft, like two girls sharing a bed on a trip, touching “by accident,” then it turns into lips on lips, tongue sliding in, and this raw need that’s almost jealous of the male lead, but also not really. Watching her kiss another girl while she’s still thinking about you? That hits like fate being a little bitch. There’s a moment where she’s on her knees, mouth full of cock, hands stroking the shaft, spit stringing down, and you can still see in her eyes that she’s picturing someone else’s fingers on her, like she’s split between paths. Oral scenes are detailed without turning into weird anatomy textbook stuff. Same with the actual penetration: when she finally lets you slide inside her, it’s not just “thrust thrust moan,” it’s that first slow push, her grabbing your wrist, nails digging in, half scared of how much she wants it. I liked the pacing, then sometimes I hated it, because it made me wait too long for the next explicit bit and I’m not a patient person at all. Also there’s this one sound effect that feels slightly off, like a cheap porn loop, and it pulled me out every time, but I guess it’s part of the charm of a prequel. The game feels like catching a glimpse of your future sex life in a dream: not perfect, not polished, a bit embarrassing, but you wake up still thinking about those bodies, those almost-confessions, and you kind of wish destiny would hurry the fuck up already.

Jack’s the kind of idiot you remember from school. Not the cool guy, not the nerd, just that dude girls keep hovering around for no clear reason, like cats around the one person who didn’t ask for them. That’s the vibe here. You’re in this school hall, phone in hand, scrolling through some bullshit chat app while the teacher drones on, and suddenly you’ve got three unread messages from three different girls all wanting “help with homework.” And yeah, none of them actually care about homework. One sends a selfie with her tits squeezed tight in a too-small top, another sends a voice note whispering way too close to the mic, and the third just sends a peach emoji and a question mark. It’s that kind of game. You tap through, pick your answers, and try not to blow your whole harem by saying something dumb, even though the game clearly wants you to say something dumb sometimes.

The nice part is how it ramps from teasing to full-on corruption without acting shy about it. One minute you’re peeking at a milf bending over in her living room while she pretends she doesn’t know you’re watching, the next you’re balls-deep in her on the same damn couch, her huge ass bouncing in smooth little animated loops while her tits smack against her chest. The animations are short, yeah, but they hit that horny sweet spot: mouth wrapped around your cock, slow handjob with spit glistening, a titfuck where her big tits swallow you almost completely. Then it cuts, you go back to the chat, like switching tabs on your phone between Pornhub and Telegram. The school setting stays in the background, chalkboard here, locker there, skirt riding up on the stairs, a tight blouse riding higher every time she leans in “for a secret.” Half the fun is in those half-innocent touches, the casual groping in an empty corridor or brushing her thigh under the desk while she tries to keep a straight face in class and fails hard.

What sticks with me is how shameless it is about Jack being a walking sex magnet and not bothering with deep excuses. You want romance? It’s here, sort of. A girl blushing while she strokes you off, saying she likes you, then two scenes later she’s sharing your dick with her best friend like it’s some kind of group project. Lesbian bits sneak in when the girls get bored waiting for you, toying with each other on the bed, kissing and grinding while they tease you for watching, like a built-in voyeur mode. Sometimes you’re pushed to choose who gets your load, on the tits or inside, and the game doesn’t pretend your choices are noble. Sex toys show up without fanfare: a vibrator pulled from a drawer, a dildo slapped into a girl’s hand while she looks at you for approval before she pushes it in and moans. It’s rough around the edges, some scenes jump a bit too fast, some dialogue feels like it was written on a cheap Android keyboard on the bus, but that kind of makes it better for this style. It feels like a horny dev who knows exactly what buttons to push: big tits, big asses, mouths full of cock, girls fighting for your attention, harem chaos that somehow keeps working. You tap, you watch, you cum, and then you tell yourself you’ll stop after the next scene, which is a lie you already know is a lie.

You start as this washed-up ex-child actor in LA who peaked before puberty, which is already kinda hot in a fucked up way, because the game never lets you forget he’s a mess. He’s broke, clingy, horny, trying to squeeze fame out of a podcast that no one sane would listen to. The whole thing is built around this dumb but perfect idea: a sleazy “sex-adjacent” podcast with hot girls who are supposed to talk about clout and drama while low-key getting dragged into this spiral of blackmail, cheating, and public humiliation. It feels less like “build your dream harem” and more like “weaponize people’s trauma for clicks and pussy,” which I mean as a compliment, kinda. The humor is actually funny sometimes too, not that Marvel quip bullshit, more like “wow you really said that on camera?” nasty.

The girls are exactly the type you’d expect around a thirsty LA podcast setup: big tits, big ass, big mouth, tiny filter. They’re not just sex dolls though, they roast you, they tease you, they bully you, they drag you on your own show. One of my favorite bits is when you’re trying to keep two of them from absolutely destroying each other on the couch while you’re still rolling, and at the same time you’re trying to angle the conversation into “so, what’s your type in men?” so you can line up some pussy later. There’s a lot of femdom energy floating around, not in a leather-and-whip way, more like they know you’re desperate and they use it. Sexual harassment in both directions too, guys and girls just crossing lines like it’s a sport. One minute you’re getting a lapful of big ass during a fake “twerk contest for the fans”, next minute that same girl is using your fuck-up on stream to blackmail you into quietly helping her cheat on her dude. Or worse, she lets you fuck her and then laughs that she’s going to describe every second of it on TikTok as “content”.

The netorare stuff hits that specific dirty brain itch. It’s not just “oh no, my waifu is stolen”, it’s more like everybody is playing this clout game where loyalty is negotiable and sex is currency. You run into situations where another guy gets invited as a co-host or guest and suddenly he’s charming the girls on-air, touching their thighs while the camera “accidentally” stays too low, and your MC is forced to smile for the audience while his brain screams. There’s this one bit where you help set up a collab to boost your view count, and it slowly turns into you literally watching one of the girls slide closer to him on the couch, hand on his chest, and you can tell she’s deciding if she’s going to ride his dick later purely because it’ll piss you off and make better drama. The game leans into that, like “yeah, you wanted fame, here’s your girlfriend getting fucked for engagement numbers.” Or maybe she’s not your girlfriend. Or maybe she was, but only between ad reads. The sex itself can get surprisingly tender or straight-up nasty depending how you play it, from teasing strip moments during “body positivity talk” to full-on vaginal scenes that feel like you’re sneaking them past the algorithm. Half the time you’re trying to keep sponsors happy and the other half you’re wondering if that shadowy group pulling strings cares more about views or about watching you crumble while someone else makes your girl moan on a couch that smells like cheap perfume and broken promises.