This thing starts with the most majestic form of suicide I’ve ever seen in a porn game: the dude literally beats himself to death trying to set a jerk-off record. Not “dies in battle”, not “hit by truck-kun”. No. He just goes for 100 handjobs in a row and his heart taps out. Peak gamer grind. I respect the hustle. Then boom, he wakes up in another world with a special power that basically turns his cum into party buffs. The game even calls it something cute like “Baby Seeds” but let’s be honest, it’s magical power jizz. You fuck girls, they get stronger. Classic isekai logic. Zero shame, full commitment to the bit.

The whole world feels like somebody mashed together hentai tropes, fantasy JRPG, and horny Reddit threads, then gave up on subtlety. You got monster girls that want to eat you and ride you, elves who look like they walked out of a hentai search filter, big tit milfs who act like they’re doing you a favor while they suck your soul out through your dick, and then tiny flat-chested troublemakers who pretend they hate you while still ending up bent over a table. And they’re not just decoration, they all want a piece of that “power up” sauce. You walk into a village and suddenly elf warrior girl wants to “test your abilities” by making you choke on her thighs while you finger her, then some furry mage is like “for magic research” while she’s grinding on your lap. I had one run where I tried to play it safe and focus on just one girl, and ten minutes later I’m balls deep in a monster girl with tentacle hair that won’t let me go until she’s drained like five rounds. The game pretends there is choice, but your dick is the main questline.

It calls itself sandbox and it actually leans into that. You wander around, poke random places, suddenly you’re groping a drunk warrior milf in a tavern corner and she’s laughing while she pushes your hand harder onto her ass. You go to some forest to “train” and instead end up getting your cock cleaned by an eager wolf girl who thinks oral is a greeting. Sometimes you’re trying to be the cool dominant hero, shoving a proud elf onto her knees and making her swallow every drop while she glares up at you, and then next scene you’re flat on your back with a crazy strong amazon warrior riding your dick like it’s a siege weapon and you’re just holding on and praying your character doesn’t get another heart attack. The sex is not shy about angles either. Anal scenes where you grab hips and just slam into them while their tits bounce all over the screen, messy throating where her eyes go watery and she keeps going anyway, stupidly long cumshots that feel like the dev really needed to make a point. And in the middle of all this horny chaos, you still end up laughing because the protagonist is a complete idiot who somehow turned jerking off too much into the most broken fantasy power in the world. Honestly, the game is kind of trashy, kind of janky, kind of perfect.

Game starts in that slow, sweaty way where you think it will just be training and grinding stats with your sensei, and then suddenly everything goes to hell. Two royal looking bitches crash into the dojo, collars and heels and smug faces, and you barely have time to breathe before you and your teacher are chained up like trophies. The story pretends to be about “rescuing your sensei” but most of the time it feels like you are the one who keeps getting captured, toyed with, pushed around. Which is good. And horrible. And good again.

Every new zone feels like walking into another woman’s fantasy of power. One world is all silk and red curtains, older women lounging around like bored queens, judging your body with lazy eyes while they decide if you’re going to be a servant or a toy. Another one is cold stone, iron cages, boots echoing on the floor while some empress type makes you kneel just to talk to her. The game really loves that moment where a woman leans close, voice soft, and tells you exactly how small and pathetic you are, then uses your dick anyway like it is royal property. If you like being in control, you’re going to hate this. Unless you don’t. I tried to play “dominant” the first run, choosing the most defiant answers, and the game almost laughed at me. One milf slapped my choices away with a single line and pinned my arms like they were decoration, rode me like she was proving a point, then called it “training” with this mock-sweet smile that actually made my stomach twist.

The 3D models are messy in a way I ended up kind of liking. Tits are big but not all perfectly symmetrical, faces change expression mid scene in slightly off timing, physics sometimes look like they are drunk, yet it all fits this weird dream feeling. There is one empress with this strict haircut and huge chest who leans too close during interrogation and her nipple clips through the armor a bit. It annoyed me, then suddenly I could not stop staring only there, reloading the scene in incognito Chrome like a complete idiot. The adventure bits are surprisingly not lazy: walking through ruined temples, desert palaces, corrupted gardens, picking choices, losing fights on purpose because you want to see what humiliating thing they do when you fail. Combat is not deep, you mash through and then you lose or win, but the punishment scenes carry it. One of my favorite moments was getting captured by a “priestess” who looked gentle at first, then strapped me to some ritual thing and edged me while reciting sacred lines about male obedience, only letting me cum when I begged in a way she liked. Another time, an older queen made me lick the dirt from her heel before she even allowed any nudity, which felt oddly more intense than the full-on sex that came later. Not everything hits: a couple of zones feel like filler, one character just loops the same “I own you” line until it loses bite, and the pacing around the middle drags because you walk too long between scenes. But then you meet another cold eyed ruler who treats your whole heroic quest like a joke, sits on your face like you are just furniture, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed five minutes ago. The game keeps doing that. It stumbles, then grabs your hair and pulls you right back into it.

Athena’s Revenge feels like someone smashed a Greek myth book, a porn folder, and a metal album cover together, then said “yeah, that’s fine, ship it.” You’re dropped into this hellish road trip with Stheno and Euryale, the kind of monster girls who look like they’d ruin your life and then complain you didn’t last long enough. It kicks off right after the last mess, no hand holding, no recap, just “we’re going to Hell to get Athena back, and we’ll fuck or murder anything that gets in the way.” Sometimes both. The world is all red glow, chains, and wet noises, with that chunky animated style where tits and asses move like they have their own physics engine. The first time Stheno walks toward the camera and her ass jiggles inside that armor, I actually paused and rewound like some horny archaeologist doing “research.”

The sex scenes are where the game stops pretending it’s about plot and just leans in hard. You’ve got monster girls with curves that make zero anatomical sense, demons with way too many tongues, futa surprise scenes that kinda sneak up on you in the best way, and this whole harem energy where every new ally or enemy feels like, “Ok, when do I get to ride that?” There’s one moment early on where the group hits a demon outpost, and instead of just slaughter, you get this interrogation that turns into a blowjob competition. Euryale on her knees, drool stringing, the demon’s cock throbbing in closeup while Stheno watches with this jealous smirk, like she’s annoyed but also kinda turned on. Then Igret shows up later, smug succubus queen, and her scenes are just filth. She wraps her tail around your neck, pushes you between her thighs, and it cuts between her face, that lazy half-lidded look, and her pussy grinding in your mouth while the background is literally burning. It’s stupidly hot. Then suddenly the story wants to be serious, talking about revenge and divine punishment, while a demon girl with huge tits is still panting on the floor from getting railed in the last scene. The tonal whiplash is hilarious and also… I liked it. Maybe. I think.

There’s a surprisingly nasty edge to the violence though. Heads get ripped off, guts spill, some angels and demons die screaming, and then five minutes later someone’s face deep in a slick pussy like it’s a reward screen. The harassment stuff is very in-your-face too, demons grabbing, groping, pinning the girls against walls, and the game flirts with that line where you go “hmm, ok, this is hot but also damn, dude.” Some scenes lean hard into that forced vibe, others flip it and the girls are the predators, like when Stheno pins a lesser demon, sits on his face, and tells him if he stops licking she’ll cut his tongue out. I kinda love her, kinda fear her, kinda wanna ask her to step on me. What really stuck in my head though is one tiny detail: the way saliva and cum are animated during oral. It clings to lips, stretches, drips on boobs, sticks to thighs, and they show it from these close angles that made me lean toward the screen like an idiot. At one point a demon girl swallows and a little bit spills out the corner of her mouth, trails down to her big tits, and I had to pause just to stare. Meanwhile, the choices you make in dialogue pretend to matter, sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t, but I still clicked like it’s Tinder with extra steps. And that one background sound in the citadel, that low humming thing? It got into my head and annoyed me for the rest of the playthrough, and I kept thinking I’d find an option to turn it off, but no, it just stayed there, buzzing, like a mosquito with a sound fetish.

Zeus gets a prophecy, freaks out like always, and throws you into the underworld before you even get to enjoy your first breath. That’s your childhood. Now it’s your eighteenth nameday, and suddenly all the stuff they kept from you hits at once: divinity, lust, raw destructive magic, the kind of power that makes mountains nervous and mortals wet. You’re Thalya, a futa demigoddess with a dick that is honestly treated more like a weapon than a body part, daughter of a titan of love and a war goddess who solves problems with blood and orgasms in equal measure. You’ve been hidden away in the dark, raised on stories about the world you’re not allowed to touch, and now the leash finally snaps. The whole ancient Greek world opens up like a toy box full of temples, monsters, snarky demigods with parent issues, and gods who think they’re untouchable. Spoiler: they’re not. The story just pushes you along, no choices, no fake “morality system”. You’re not here to be a hero. You’re a walking middle finger to Olympus, powered by horny spite and daddy Zeus’ paranoia.

The fun part is how the game treats your power like something alive. Lightning crawling over your skin while you pin a smug demigod against a ruined pillar and fuck the arrogance out of them. A priestess trying to pray to Athena and ending up on her knees for you instead, your hand on the back of her head, your magic seeping into her thoughts until the only worship she cares about is your cock. One scene has you stepping out of the underworld for the first time, everything blazing sunlight and marble, and the first thing you do is test your new “dominion” on a squad of armored soldiers. They raise their shields, you raise your hips, and in a blink their weapons are clattering to the ground while they stare at you with that mix of fear, awe, and desperate need. It’s not subtle. It’s not shy. The game loves big tits, big attitudes, and your big, very busy shaft, wrapping all of it in this messy, oversexed Greek mythology that feels like someone mashed together old legends, horny deviantart, and a lot of late-night power fantasies. Sometimes the writing trips over itself, like the dev typed faster than their brain, but honestly that just makes it feel more personal. You’re not guided, you’re dragged, from encounter to encounter, from orgasm to spell blast, until the idea of “good” or “evil” feels kind of pointless and all that matters is how hard you can screw over Olympus… and how many people you’ll literally screw along the way.