Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

You wake up as this pale girl in a filthy underground “medical” room, wearing almost nothing, with tubes in your arm and some creep’s blood bags hanging around. The first thing that hits harder than the jump scare is the camera slowly zooming on your face when you realize the blood smells good. Not “hospital good”. Dick‑hardening good. Pussy‑throbbing good. It’s not shy about it. The game just locks you there for a while and lets you stare at that one dripping bag, and I swear that scene lasts too long, but in a nice sick way. That’s when it clicks: alright, I’m a vampire, I’m starving, and every person I see is either a snack or a fucktoy or both. After that, it just throws you in this big modern city where all the lights look too bright and every human heartbeat sounds like porn BGM. They pretend it’s a normal “arrive in the city, get clothes, find job, meet people” start, but under that it’s basically a slow horror build where you keep wondering if you are about to suck someone off or tear their throat out. Sometimes both. The story keeps dropping small weird details like people scared of ancient myths, news about mutilated bodies, a girl with almost yellow eyes who stares at you a bit too long on the subway. You keep thinking “ok this will explode later” and then it… doesn’t. At least not yet. That’s kind of hot too, like edging with plot.

Sex scenes don’t rain from the sky right away, and I actually liked that, which is funny because I also hated it when I was horny and clicking through dialogue like a degenerate who has three other tabs open with Pornhub, xHamster and Discord. When they finally let Kyra get off, it goes from zero to “I’m fingering myself in a stranger’s bathroom while trying not to bite through my own lip” really fast. There’s one masturbation scene in a crappy rental apartment, blinds half broken, city noises outside, where she’s trying to stay quiet because her new roommate is on the couch. The camera spends a ridiculous amount of time on her thighs tensing, not even on the pussy. I kept thinking “move down, move down” and at the same time I was kinda happy it didn’t. Like, the tease is better than the shot sometimes. Then you get group situations later where things stop being gentle. There’s this club scene, shitty techno, neon everywhere, and you end up in a back room with too many hands on your body, mouths on your neck, someone’s cock rubbing your inner thigh while another girl is kissing your jaw. You can either lean into the “I’m the hungry monster, use them” vibe, or just drown under them, and both paths feel dirty in different ways. The oral stuff is nice and messy, spit and blood mixing, and the game doesn’t flinch from graphic violence when you finally stop holding back and rip someone open like a meat toy. The weirdest, most memorable bit for me was when you wake up after a kill, covered in dried blood, and you realize you came while doing it. They don’t overexplain it. No long monologue. Just her staring at her hands, shaking, then getting horny again when she smells herself. It’s fucked. It’s kind of romantic too, in a twisted way. And no, I’m not going to talk about that alley scene with the monster girl, the one where you’re not sure if you’re dominating or being milked. That thing is stuck in my head for all the wrong reasons and I’ll probably still think about it in a week while pretending I opened Chrome for “emails”.

Holier than thou on the surface, horny like a nest of rabbits underneath. That is the vibe here. You’re not dealing with shy little church girls quietly praying in a cold stone hall. These “sisters” are fully aware they’re hot, they know exactly how to use a rosary as both spiritual tool and sex toy, and they keep smiling like nothing is weird while they do it. The story pretends to be about studying the world and spreading faith, but every time one of them talks about “missionary work” you can practically hear the dev’s smug grin through the screen. One moment they’re quoting holy lines, next moment they’re riding some poor bastard like they’re trying to convert his soul through his dick. Or her dick. Or its dick. The theology here is… flexible. Let’s say the church in this world is very open to “alternative forms of worship” and some of those “worship targets” are not exactly human.

What surprised me is how quickly the game drops you into their daily life. You’re in this strange monastery-lab hybrid, and the nuns treat “research” like an excuse to poke, prod and fuck every weird creature they drag in from the woods. First time I saw the monster girl in the cell I thought “ok, she’ll just be a side gag.” Two scenes later she’s on top of one of the sisters, tentacles wrapped around a crucifix, moaning something that is probably blasphemy in three languages. The mix of cute and filthy is weirdly effective. Their faces are adorable in that 3D doll way, but their mouths are pure gutter. One of them explains a complicated religious theory while jerking you off lazily like it’s no big deal, stops mid-sentence to lick the tip, then continues the lecture as if nothing happened. And she’s not even the freakiest one. There is a short scene where they try to classify “types of miracles” using a mobile app they coded themselves, with categories like “Divine Cream Filling” and “Spirit Possession but in a Hot Way” and I actually had to pause from laughing.

The humor lands more often than not. It’s not clever-clever, it’s that messy horny fanfiction energy, where a nun will argue about scripture accuracy then trip over her skirt and fall mouth first on a demon cock. There is one bit where they try to record a serious sermon on a phone and you can see all the outtakes in a side menu: the camera angle too low so you just see boobs, a monster girl tail slapping the mic, another sister walking naked in the background like that’s normal. Ironically, the pacing sometimes drags when the game pretends to be serious worldbuilding. There is a long explanation about how their order split from the main church that I swear nobody playing for porn will care about, and right after that they hit you with a scene of anal “confession” that suddenly jumps in intensity like the writer forgot the brakes existed. Some transitions are clumsy, like going from goofy banter to hardcore stuff in one click, but honestly that roughness also fits. It feels like you’re paging through a forbidden diary rather than some polished studio thing. And the way they treat faith, sin and pleasure as the same currency gives it this dirty, guilty little thrill, like you’re doing something wrong and loving every second.

Quiet night, empty park, you’re just a bored dude scrolling on your phone and trying not to think about your empty bed, then this girl comes crashing into your life like some half-naked panic tornado. Big eyes, big tits, tight clothes, breathing hard, looking over her shoulder like some monster is behind her. Then it shows up. This huge guy, all muscles and veins, like the gym spat out a final boss. He’s got that “I’m going to break something” look. You don’t even think, you just grab her hand and drag her away, back to your place, still smelling like cheap beer and loneliness. She’s shaking, you’re trying not to stare at how her ass jiggles when she sits on your couch, and that stupid cheap lamp in the corner suddenly feels like the only witness to your life turning into porn logic.

Next day, she’s in your kitchen wearing your shirt and nothing else, acting shy but not really. She leans over the table to grab some sugar, tits bouncing, shirt riding up, and you pretend to check your phone while your cock is doing math on fabric thickness. Then the game actually starts pulling out more girls like it’s stacking your trouble. The childhood friend shows up out of nowhere, hugging you so tight you can feel her nipples press into your chest through her top, all like “oh my god, I missed you so much,” and you’re standing there stuck between nostalgia and boner. Your sister storms in later, pissed at everything, yelling at you for always dragging strays home, then bending over to pick something up and flashing you that perfect big ass in tight shorts and you’re like yeah okay this is illegal in ten countries. That voyeur moment in the hallway, when you peek through the slightly open door and watch her change, watching her pull down her panties and you tell yourself you’re just checking everything is ok. Sure.

The wild part is how it flips between romance and pure filth like it can’t decide what it wants to be. You’re getting these slow, cute scenes where you walk in the park with one girl, hand brushing against hers, her cheeks going red, and you actually feel something warm in your chest. Then at night she’s on your bed, legs spread, giving you a slow handjob while whispering that she’s been thinking about you for years and you’re just staring at her animated expression, watching every little twitch in her face as she speeds up, cum splashing over her fingers and stomach. Sometimes you’re sitting on the couch with another girl, your arm around her, she falls asleep on your shoulder, and you feel like some decent human being for once. Next scene, she’s riding you, tits bouncing in your face, her ass slapping against your thighs while she moans your name like she’s trying to wake the whole building. You start feeling kinda bad about not picking just one, then the game laughs at you and drops another scene where two of them kiss in front of you, then look back and ask which one you want tonight. Emotional guilt, erection, soft music, wet sounds, all mixed together until your brain gives up and just goes with it.