Edgefield feels like someone took a horny college fantasy, fed it to an AI, then actually bothered to fix most of the weird shit that comes out the other side. You start as this 18-year-old kid shipped off to some fancy university that looks like every glossy brochure on Instagram, and you can roll as a guy or a girl, which already puts it ahead of half the usual trash. Game just quietly lets you decide who you want to fuck without preaching, and that part I actually liked. One save I played this smug photography nerd dude who pretended to care about “lighting” while blatantly zooming in on tits and asses, and another save I ran a female MC who basically treated the whole campus like a tasting menu. Both work. You bounce around the dorms, halls, campus spots, clicking on shit like an old point and click, except now the reward is someone dropping to their knees in the laundry room instead of a puzzle piece. It’s sandboxy, but not that fake kind where you have ten locations and nothing to do. Stuff actually happens if you poke around long enough.

The porn is where it stops pretending to be wholesome. The animated scenes are front and center, and they do not shy away from what the tags promise. Big tits that actually move when you fuck them, not that stiff balloon nonsense. Thick asses riding you in slow rhythm while your character tries to pretend they’re “bonding emotionally”. Vaginal scenes have that nice wet slide, you can see hips slamming, thighs shaking. Blowjobs are drawn with way more love than some of the dialogue, tongue work and spit and the whole “eyes watering while they keep going” deal. There’s one scene where you’ve been flirting with this girl in your dorm for a while, and when it finally pays off she’s on her knees in front of your bed, hand on your thigh, bobbing her head slowly at first, then really going for it. The camera angle tilts just enough to catch her tits pressed against your leg, and it’s the exact moment I stopped pretending I was just “testing the sandbox” and alt-tabbed out of Discord. And yeah, the AI CG is noticeable if you stare too long, some fingers look like they got into a fight with a blender and a few faces slide into that strange “almost human but not quite” territory, but somehow it kind of fits the whole cheap, horny college fantasy vibe. You’re not here for museum-quality art. You’re here because the game lets you be a male or female walking disaster, flirt with whoever, click around campus like a perv detective, and eventually end up with a mouth full of cock or a bed squeaking while your roommate pretends not to hear a damn thing.

Raven wakes up in Lustein with the kind of hangover you get from reality itself, not from alcohol. She knows three things: her name, that she’s a witch, and that everyone around her is way too horny for a Tuesday that doesn’t even exist. The town looks like some fantasy RPG town you half remember from an old JRPG, but somebody replaced half the NPC dialogues with porn hub comments and cult propaganda. On one corner there’s a prim girl in a hood preaching purity, on the next there’s a slime girl casually jerking off a tentacle beast in an alley, and both scenes feel normal after about ten minutes. The game doesn’t even apologize for it. You walk Raven around, poke your nose into “investigations,” and every lead about the mysterious Order somehow slides into another sex scene, another shady deal, another monster with way too much cock for its own skeleton.

What I liked is that Raven isn’t written like some clueless virgin protagonist who “accidentally” falls on dick every five steps. At first she’s confused, guarded, trying to treat every encounter like a real case file. You’re choosing dialogue options, digging for clues, following rumors about disappearances and strange symbols, but half the clue-givers are masturbating behind curtains or peeping through keyholes when you arrive. The voyeur stuff sneaks up on you: you accept a “stakeout quest,” thinking you’ll watch a corrupt priest meet his contact, and suddenly you’re crouched behind a crate, watching him get absolutely flooded by his own acolytes in a holy-bukkake ritual that looks like a blasphemous version of a Klimt painting. You can stay hidden, stroke yourself with Raven’s gloved hand while the scene unfolds, or reveal yourself and twist the ritual to your own kind of magic. The game pretends it is about an investigation, but it is actually about how far you push her corruption, how much you let Lustein leak into her soul and underwear. There’s turn based combat, sure, but it’s the kind of combat that laughs at normal balance. You’re casting spells that bind tentacles, seduce bosses, or literally masturbate mid-battle to charge a corruption bar that works like mana and moral decay at the same time. An early battle with a raven-headed knight is still stuck in my head: the fight starts like normal, you exploit his weak point, suddenly his armor snaps away and what’s under it could never fit in that plate mail. You can finish him “properly” with fire and hexes, or stun him using a seduction stance that turns the screen into a slow striptease, then ride him until he swears fealty with a mouth full of your magic. There is this absurd tension between “I am saving this world” and “I am absolutely getting railed by it.”

The outfits are not just costumes; they feel like alternate timelines for Raven. You change from a modest witch dress into a shredded leather top and thigh-high boots, and the game quietly adjusts how people react. That prim Order nun earlier suddenly stops seeing you as possible recruit and starts looking at you like potential prey, cornering you later in a side chapel and suggesting “purification” that involves ropes, candles, and her tongue taking a pilgrimage between your legs. Another time I put Raven into a delicate, almost scholarly robe, and went to a monster-infested forest. Bad idea. The tentacle plants there literally respond differently, coiling around her as if they’ve found a rare flower and need to pollinate it from every angle. You’re given choices, but a lot of them feel like you’re only choosing how filthy things get, not if. One quest has you investigating rumors about a masked witch corrupting villagers. Plot twist: that witch is basically you from the future if you dive too far into the hentai logic of Lustein. Fighting her in turn-based battle is weirdly arousing and tragic: magic circles, mirrored incantations, her taunting you with what you will become, then pinning you down with living chains while she pours her “knowledge” into your mouth. The best part is I hated some tiny UI things, like how the log sometimes hides a line you want to reread during a particularly heavy lesbian ritual, and I will complain about this in my head forever, but at the same time, when Raven kneels in a ruined library, covered in monster cum, reading sigils from a soaked grimoire while fingering herself to unlock a new spell, I forget everything else. It feels like those old fantasy paperbacks where the margins are full of notes from some horny reader before you, except now you’re the one writing them on Raven’s skin.

Black Balance Collapse feels like someone took a messy relationship group chat and just left you alone with it while everything goes to shit in slow motion. You’re basically living inside Lucas’s phone, watching his world shrink to a green WhatsApp bubble and those fake-perfect Instagram squares while his girl Frida starts getting way too comfortable in a neighborhood she clearly wasn’t ready for. No long intro, you’re just there, scrolling messages, reacting, overthinking every emoji she sends, and comparing yourself to a bunch of huge dudes you barely even see at first, but you feel them in every line of text. They’re taller, darker, more confident, more broke-but-chill than you, and the game keeps poking that insecurity until it hurts a bit.

What got me is how horny and pathetic it feels at the same time. You see Frida posting thirst-trappy photos, a bit more skin each time, a new comment from one of the guys, maybe a DM that pops up just off-screen, and your brain instantly goes “she’s getting dick right now” even when nothing explicit happened yet. Then, later, it does happen. Or maybe it doesn’t, depending on how you play, but the tension is already there. There’s a scene where you’re reading their conversation and she “forgets” to tell you she went to hang out with them again, late, and the chat bubble just hangs there while the music is doing that chill lo-fi beat, like something from those 24/7 YouTube study streams, only here you’re not studying, you’re waiting to find out if your girl is getting stretched on some nasty old couch. The soundtrack is too calm for the shit that’s going on, and I actually like that. It makes the corruption feel slow, like rust, not like porn logic.

Sex scenes aren’t just “click and fap”. You get the voyeur feeling hard. Sometimes Lucas gets a pic, sometimes just a line like “they were joking about me” and your imagination fills in way worse stuff than the CG actually shows. There’s dirty talk over the phone, her describing what they did, or him listening to some audio she “accidentally” sends. Interracial angle is not subtle at all. They’re black, they’re big, they know it, and Lucas is just this average dude counting bills and wondering if he’ll ever make her moan like that again. You get anal, oral, all the usual, but what sticks is when she starts enjoying the attention way too much and you still click the option to trust her, like an idiot. Or you lean into it, push the corruption stat, and watch her go from shy girlfriend to exhibitionist who doesn’t really bother to hide her cheating anymore, even posing for Instagram like it’s normal to have those bruised thighs and tired smile after “a long night with friends”. NTR being avoidable is funny, because the game keeps tempting you to fuck up your own peace of mind, and half the time you’re horny enough to let it happen. And yeah, sometimes I wished the phone UI had one more little sound effect on message popups, some tiny detail like that, but whatever, I’m still thinking of that one scene where she’s on video call, lights low, hand between her legs, telling you she misses you while you both know exactly whose cum is still dripping out of her.

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