This twisted little game caught me completely off guard, and not in the way I expected. You know how sometimes you stumble into something thinking it'll be a quick thrill, but then it grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go? That's exactly what happened here with this Monokuma nightmare. The premise sounds simple enough - you're just some thief breaking into an abandoned school for easy money, right? Wrong. So fucking wrong.

The moment that black and white bastard shows up, everything goes sideways fast. And I mean *everything*. The hypnosis elements aren't just thrown in for shock value - they're woven into every interaction with genuine psychological weight. When Monokuma starts messing with your head, you feel that slow loss of control seeping through the screen. The muscle transformation scenes hit different too, especially when you realize you're not just watching your body change, you're experiencing the complete mental shift that comes with it. The inflation content manages to be both absurd and genuinely arousing, which shouldn't work but absolutely does. There's this one ending where... actually, discovering those twisted conclusions yourself is half the fun.

What really got under my skin though was how the game handles agency. You think you're making choices, but Monokuma's already three steps ahead, pulling strings you didn't even know existed. The writing style keeps you locked in second person, so when things start getting heavy and your character begins losing themselves, it feels uncomfortably personal. Six bad endings out of seven should tell you everything about your chances of escaping with dignity intact. The transformations aren't just physical - they're complete personality rewrites, and watching yourself become exactly what that demented bear wants is both terrifying and incredibly hot. Fair warning: this isn't gentle corruption, it's full-throttle mind-breaking with a Danganronpa twist that'll leave you questioning your own kinks.

Keiichi feels like that dude who sits alone in the corner of a beach bar, pretending he’s “just enjoying the view” while his entire life is quietly catching fire. The game throws you right into his vacation, into this fake-relaxing tropical vibe where the air smells like sunscreen and cheap cocktails, and suddenly every girl you meet has a body that makes you forget what you were going to say. It looks like some light romantic thing at first, all smiles at the hotel café, sand stuck between toes, sun on brown skin, but it doesn’t stay soft. One moment you’re sharing iced coffee with a curvy Brazilian waitress, watching her ass sway when she leans over to clean a table, and the next she’s teasing you under the counter with her foot, pressing her soft sole against your crotch while she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. She laughs when you spill your drink, by the way. Total bully energy, and I kind of hated it and loved it.

The whole story is written like this messy diary he’s keeping on his phone, like when you open Google Docs at night and write stuff you’d never send to anyone. Some scenes are sweet in a painful way. You’re on the beach at sunset with this latina girl who pretends she just wants to talk about “future plans” and family drama, but the camera just sits way too long on her tits pushed up in that bikini, on tan thighs crossed in the sand. She puts her feet in your lap, wriggling her toes like it’s nothing, and casually asks if you’ve ever had your dick sucked on an empty shore. Cue choice screen: be a gentleman, or let her slowly slide down, her lips wrapping around you while waves crash in the background. You can pick if he’s loyal or just a horny idiot, but no matter what you choose, you still feel like a creep checking all the routes. There’s a party scene too, loud music, glow sticks, everyone half-drunk, her lipstick smeared as she pushes you into a dark corner near the pool and takes you in her mouth, choking and giggling, then asking if you’d still call her in the morning. You probably won’t.

The game keeps throwing women at you like you’re the last man on earth. Big tits bouncing in tight tops at the hotel café, big asses in tiny shorts walking ahead of you on the boardwalk, different skin tones, different attitudes. One is shy and romantic, blushing when your hand brushes her ankle, then later she’s the one giving you a slow, almost worshipful footjob on the bed, her painted toes gripping your shaft while she whispers that she wants to belong to you. Another girl flirts with your friends, flirts with everyone actually, and if you follow the wrong choices she heads off with some other guy, and the game just lets you sit in that sick netorare feeling, reading Keiichi’s jealous diary entry where he pretends it doesn’t bother him. Sometimes the choices feel fake, like they clearly want you to go for the full harem route, with all of them orbiting around your dick on this “vacation that changes everything”, but then there are these tiny moments where someone refuses you, or talks about old wounds, and suddenly your porn game turns into late-night emotional torture. Still, every time I told myself I’d stick to one wholesome romance, I ended up at another beach party, staring at bouncing tits in a wet bikini top, toes sliding along my shaft under the table, and clicking the most trash option available without even pretending to be a good guy.

Everything is falling apart and somehow you end up as the one guy sitting in the big chair. That is the feeling this game chases. Virus, empty streets, city quiet like a church at night, and then you open the interface and it just goes: “You’re the mayor now. Do what you want.” There is no slow heroic build up, no epic speech. It is more like waking up hungover and realizing you accidentally bought a whole city on Steam during a sale. Only this time the city is full of desperate, scared, very fuckable people who need food, safety, rules, and you are the one deciding what “rules” actually means.

What I like is how casual the corruption starts. You are not forced to be some cartoon villain. You begin with small decisions. Approve some ration cards, move a patrol here, give a special pass to that district. Then the game quietly asks if maybe that cute nurse can get extra medicine if she gives you a “private report” first. You say yes once, and like in WhatsApp chats you think “ok, only this time.” But the next scene remembers. Her sprite changes, her attitude softens, she starts calling you “Mr. Mayor” with this tiny blush. Then the CG kicks in and suddenly your office desk is not for paperwork anymore. The city is dying outside and you’re rearranging her underwear like it’s the most important problem in the world.

The survival layer actually feeds the porn instead of just being some menu in the corner. You cut funding to security so you can pour resources into building your private harem wing in city hall, and the game lets you do it. Crime rises, some people suffer, you still get a new scene where a former councilwoman crawls to you, begging for protection. And you sit there with your fake moral choices. “Sign this obedience contract if you want supplies for your district.” She hesitates for half a second, then the CG shows her on her knees between your legs, signing with her mouth busy. The writing is blunt, not poetic, and that fits. This world is not romantic, it is hungry. Bodies bargaining for safety, girls trading their pride for your signature. Sometimes the text goes a bit too edgy and silly and you roll your eyes, but then a new character pops up, maybe a local cop or a teacher, and the game nails that specific fantasy of slowly watching her standards rot away scene by scene.

What really got me is how the visual novel style makes your filth feel official. You click through council reports, infection stats, budget numbers, and then in the same interface you choose to personally “inspect” the shelter staff. No music swell, just a choice button that changes someone’s whole life. You can pretend to be caring, giving out resources like a kind leader, but the game keeps tempting you with that darker path: exclusive access passes in exchange for “night visits,” forced loyalty oaths while you fuck them over your desk, whole city districts run like your personal breeding grounds. The corruption is not just in them, it’s in you watching the next CG unlock and thinking, “Ok, just one more depraved law.” And it never really judges you. That’s maybe the most dangerous part. This is not a story about saving the city. It is about how good it feels when no one can tell you no.

You start as this absolute bottom-of-the-barrel guy, the kind of dude who probably smells like cheap instant coffee and porn tab history, and then suddenly an ancient demon just pops into your life like it’s a Discord ping. No contract, no “I’ll take your soul,” nothing serious. He just wants to watch you stumble through a world full of horny women, bad decisions, and way too many chances to stick your dick where it really, really shouldn’t go. The vibe is half dumb comedy, half “oh shit, she’s actually letting me do that?” and it swings between them so fast you don’t even notice when you’re laughing at a joke while your mouse is already hovering over the next choice that leads to someone moaning your name.

What I really liked is how the game plays with your expectations. You think “ok, generic loser turned sex magnet, I know this story,” and then the demon just keeps trolling you. One scene he’s hyping you up to seduce a girl, next scene he’s basically calling you an idiot while still helping you get your dick wet. I had this moment with one of the girls where it started like a soft romance thing, kinda sweet, almost wholesome, then the dialog took a weird turn, and a few clicks later I was balls deep in her on the floor, with the demon dropping sarcastic comments in the background like some perverted Twitch chat. It’s not subtle at all, and that’s somehow the charm. Sex hits fast, positions change quick, clothes vanish like they’re allergic to screen time, and the whole thing feels like someone mashed horny fanfic and shitpost humor together after a long day.

Not everything works, and that’s fine, it actually makes it feel more human. Some jokes land flat as fuck, like they were written while scrolling Twitter and never reread. There’s this tiny UI thing with how some choices sit a bit crooked on the textbox, and for some reason that annoyed me way more than it should. I kept staring at it, like “why is that word shifted a pixel?” while a girl is literally riding the MC and moaning in the background. One scene fades a bit too fast right before the cumshot and it pissed me off way more than the demon did. Porn brain wants to see the finish, not a quick fade like a shy YouTuber cutting a video. But then the next route throws you into another crazy situation, the MC still being a horny idiot, the demon still poking fun, and suddenly you’re watching tits bounce again and kinda forget what you were complaining about in the first place. The whole thing feels like a trashy, horny night where you promised yourself “just one more scene” and somehow you’re still clicking, half for the sex, half to see how much stupider and hornier this loser’s life can get.