Mistbury looks like one of those quiet anime towns where nothing bad ever happens, right until you notice that every second girl has eyes like she just walked out of a horny nightmare and a romance VN at the same time. You’re the “normal” guy here, going to school, jerking off to your phone, trying not to stare too hard at your classmates’ ridiculous curves, and then suddenly the whole place starts peeling open like rotten wallpaper. One moment you’re sneaking a look up a skirt in the corridor, the next you’re breaking into a prison, chasing cult secrets, and somehow still finding time to get your dick sucked behind the gym. It feels like someone took a wholesome shounen plot, dipped it in porn, then said “yeah, that’s fine, add demons and anal too.” The funny part is how casual it treats the corruption. You flirt a bit, talk a bit, maybe help a girl with some “innocent” favor, and a few events later she’s on her knees panting, mascara a mess, letting you fuck her throat like it’s the most natural next step after math class. That slow slide from shy romance to “please come on my face” feels way closer to certain drama anime than to usual porn, just with way more fluids and less censorship bars.

What really sticks is how the game loves to tease you with mood swings. One scene you’re in a spooky mansion, flashlight shaking, creepy sound in the hallway, feels like classic horror, music low, something breathing just off-screen. Then you open a door and find a curvy teacher in torn clothes, scared out of her mind, clinging to you, tits pressed to your chest, asking you not to leave her alone. Two choices later she’s bent over a dusty desk while you fuck her from behind, her moans echoing off the walls like some cursed ASMR. Same thing at school: hallway drama, romance flags, a little blushing hand-holding on the rooftop, then at home you’re jerking off thinking about it, and the game just lets you do it, hand moving, cum dripping, camera staying way too long on the mess like it’s proud of you. I kinda hate how your phone gets more action than you at the start, with those late-night masturbation scenes where you scroll through pics and vids and choose which memory to bust to, but it also sets the vibe. This is a world where sex is always one bad decision away, where “helping a classmate study” can end in you raw-dogging her on a chair while she tries not to scream your name, and the story about saving everyone from Astaroth keeps sliding to the background every time a pair of huge tits bounces into frame. On mobile it feels extra dirty, like watching hentai in the bus and hoping no one looks over your shoulder while a fully animated blowjob plays, tongue and spit and that wet sucking sound that makes you instinctively lower the volume. And then you put the phone down, promise yourself you’ll be a hero next time, not a perv… and of course the next scene starts with a girl in a tight uniform asking if you want to “relax together for a bit.”

The game starts like that kind of cheesy shoujo anime you watch when you’re tired and horny at the same time: exchange program, awkward boy, mysterious girl with eyes that look like she’s either going to kiss you or curse your whole bloodline. The twist is he actually has that bloodline. Half demon, half angel, zero clue. He just thinks he’s some regular guy getting lucky with a cute green‑eyed foreign girl, while the universe is basically waiting to fuck him over and also literally let him fuck monster girls. The tone jumps from soft romance to “oh shit, I just blasted a thing across the room with my hands” pretty fast, but it doesn’t feel like Marvel, more like a horny fanfic someone wrote after binging too many isekai shows. I mean that as praise. Kind of. The writing has this slightly broken, ESL energy that actually matches the main guy’s confusion. People talk like real horny students who type in Discord at 3 different languages at once, not like Hollywood actors. Sometimes the dialogue is corny as hell and then suddenly the girl says something filthy and my brain does a double take. It’s like reading a love letter and a Pornhub comment at the same time.

Once the girl comes to his country, the whole vibe shifts. Before that it feels like long‑distance anime flirting, with little hints that something is off when he zones out or dreams of wings and claws and doesn’t understand why his cock is hard every single time. When she finally arrives, that’s where the sex really starts paying off the build up. First meeting is romantic, nervous, the way they touch each other feels shy, with the camera taking its time on her chest, her thighs, her lips. Then they start going at it and it’s not shy at all. Her tits are big and the game knows it, the shots focus on him grabbing them, pushing her bra up, squeezing until she moans into his ear. Vaginal scenes are not rushed, there’s this slow slide in where he’s clearly overwhelmed, like his body remembers more than his mind. The animations hit that line between slightly awkward and hot as fuck, which weirdly feels more real than some perfect porn loop. And then the fantasy side sneaks in as they go further. You get hints that her green eyes are not exactly human, and when new girls show up they’re not just “sexy girl #3”, they’re straight up monster girls who still act like characters from some college romance, but with claws, tails or other fun extra parts. One moment you’re having a tender bed scene, the next you’re fucking a supernatural babe whose body reacts to your powers in ways that are honestly more interesting than another generic blowjob. The game sometimes tries to be emotional and deep about identity and destiny, then throws in a scene where you’re pinned under a big‑titted creature riding you until you forget your own name, which completely kills the drama and somehow makes it better at the same time. It feels messy, horny, a bit unpolished, like a long hentai OVA that grew feelings halfway through but never stopped wanting to make you cum.

Thomas is that kind of guy every Overwatch nerd pretended to be back when D.Va voice lines were stuck in our heads all day. Except here he actually did it. He is in the team, he sleeps in her bed, he knows exactly how loud she moans when you pull her pigtails and shove her face into the mattress. On paper the relationship looks perfect: famous Korean mecha princess, loyal boyfriend, fans screaming her name on Twitch while she rides his cock after a match like it is just another ranked game. But there is this tiny itch under his skin, like when Battle.net lags right when you ult. Everything is good, nothing is wrong, and yet he wants more. Dirtier. Meaner. Less “idol” and more “cum toy with cute cheeks”.

Then that weird mail shows up, like spam you should ignore but you click it anyway because horniness beats common sense every single time. It is not some big magic ritual or epic prophecy nonsense, it is more like someone slid a cheat menu into his life. One by one, the little options open up. Lower her shame. Boost her arousal in public. Crank up obedience when you whisper in her ear. And you just watch this bright, cocky pro gamer girl, who talks trash in voice chat and winks at cameras, slowly start blushing when you tell her to go out without panties under that tiny skirt. At first she protests, acts all “babo, we can’t, the fans!” and then she is sitting on your lap in the parked car, skirt hiked up, drooling around your dick while people walk right past the tinted window. That moment when she looks up with full ahegao eyes, lipstick smeared, and you realize she is way more into humiliation than she wants to admit, hits harder than any highlight reel.

The fun part is how it mixes the silly parody vibe with really rough stuff. One scene she is doing her cutesy “Nerf this!” type voice while riding a vibrating toy you control from your phone, pretending it is just “training gear” for long matches. The next night you have her tied up in some basement that looks way too close to a practice room, wrists burning against ropes, ass already red from spanking, and you are forcing her to count every slap in broken English while she tries not to scream your name. She cheats on you and it is still your win, because you ordered it. You push her into these messed up “swinging” setups where her so‑called allies get a taste of her, but she is trained so well that she only cums when you tell her she is allowed. The anal scenes hit weird too; the first time she is so proud and cocky, saying she can “tank anything”, then three thrusts later she is babbling like a drunk support player, clutching at you, mascara running, begging you not to film it while you obviously already did. Some bits are slow, like a ranked queue on a dead server, and sometimes the jokes miss, but then there is that one moment where she walks out on stage, still wet from the sex toy hidden inside her, winking at the crowd while you raise the vibration level on your phone, and suddenly all the little rough edges of the game feel on purpose.

Angels Academy feels like someone smashed a horny dating sim into a theology class, spilled porn all over the syllabus, then said “yeah, this is fine” and opened the doors anyway. You play this bratty guy who got shipped off to a religious “last chance” island because he got caught jerking off, which already tells you the tone: no one here is really holy, they just pretend until their pants are off. The whole place is this weird mix of strict uniforms, old stone halls, stained glass, and girls with asses and tits that do not belong in a place that talks about purity. One moment you’re nodding along while some pious girl talks about virtue, the next you are watching her blush hard while you stare a little too long when the wind lifts her skirt. The story gives you space to either play the slightly decent guy who teases, flirts, learns how to talk to different beliefs, or the absolute bastard who blackmails, corrupts and turns every “angel” into something far from heaven. It is mostly clicking around the campus, spying where you should not, poking at every shiny icon like a horny raccoon, and then watching what kind of trouble your mouth and your hands can start.

The fun comes from how dirty the game is willing to go while still pretending it has “faith” in the background. There is this high you get when you pull a girl away from the group after some prayer session, close the door behind you, and she goes from “God is watching” to sliding to her knees with your cock in her mouth, drool on her chin, eyes up like she is worshiping something else now. Some scenes play from your eyes only, so when you shove a shy virgin against a locker and just start groping her ass through the skirt, you see her breathing quicken literally in front of you. Or when you push a proud, bossy girl to strip on a balcony where people might look up at any second, and she hates you for making her do it but still spreads her legs wider because you told her to. The tone jumps a lot: one route feels like romance with slow teasing and handjobs in quiet dorm rooms, another is pure humiliation, like forcing some religious honor student to masturbate for you while she whispers prayers that get more and more broken. You can fool around with all kinds of girls, different skin tones, different religions, different kinks, and the game happily lets you be a controlling prick who uses secrets and blackmail to build a harem that looks holy on paper and filthy from your bed. I wish the UI didn’t hide some scenes behind weird skill checks that look like a spreadsheet, but whatever, it still feels good when that one choice you made three clicks ago suddenly turns into a sloppy blowjob in a confession booth with the candles flickering and her faith falling apart on your dick.