Guy wakes up naked in a giant smoking hole in the ground, memory wiped, dick working fine, moral compass already kind of on strike. That’s your hero. No chosen one speech, no destiny, just “who the hell am I” followed by “ok but whose tits are those over there” very fast. The story follows that vibe all the way: half confused adventure, half pervert travel blog. Every time you think “ok, now it gets noble and heroic”, the game throws you some horny widow with huge tits asking for “help” while her husband is literally in the next room snoring like a pig.

The world is this weird fantasy mix that acts all mysterious and serious for like two lines, then you’re balls deep in someone you probably shouldn’t even be making eye contact with. One moment you’re talking with some high elf priestess about fate and the strange crater you crawled out of, next thing she’s on her knees with mascara running, mumbling prayers around your cock. And the game doesn’t even pretend to be shy: anal, foot stuff, toys, cosplay outfits that look like they were ordered from the cheapest part of AliExpress, blackmail scenes where you’re thinking “he really went there, ok.” There is voyeur stuff out of nowhere too. You “accidentally” see people fucking, then later you can decide if you just keep watching, join, or pretend to be a respectable person and leave. Guess which option is clearly not the point.

Whole dating sim layer sits on top of it like one of those shitty fancy cakes. You do dialogues, give gifts, pick “romantic” answers, then ten minutes later you are choking the same girl with your hand while she’s in a maid cosplay and pretending she doesn’t like it. Romance and corruption sit right next to each other and keep changing places. One route has this sweet, shy girl who looks like she should be in soft romance stuff, and your choices slowly push her from blushing kisses and handjobs to getting filmed while you fuck her asleep, with a gagged “boyfriend” watching helpless from the corner. And he deserves it, but also damn. The game acts like “oh this is a tender moment” while you’re literally using a vibrator on her in front of him. I laughed, not sure that was the correct reaction.

Family stuff is there too, tiptoeing on that “we are not saying it directly but everyone knows what is going on” line. You meet a “landlady”, a “aunt”, a “older sister type” with the biggest ass the engine can handle. They all have that slightly too familiar energy, like “we’re related enough that this should be a problem, but not enough that the dev wants to get banned.” Some routes let you go full NTR bastard: you slowly steal them from the guys around them, or just fuck them behind their backs while the poor idiots talk about “trust” and “true love” in the next tavern. There is one very specific scene where you get a girl drunk, let her fall asleep next to you, then decide if you just watch her masturbate in her sleep, or you go further and, yeah, take what you want. Game barely pretends this is a moral choice. It knows exactly what you clicked.

What I like and hate at same time is how the protagonist can act almost nice in dialogue, asking about feelings, talking about the mystery of the crater, then two clicks later you’re using a collar and leash on a milf that earlier tried to mother you. One path lets you keep her “pure”, another lets you train her into cock add*cted slave who will take anal in public just because you snap your fingers. The exhibition stuff goes too hard sometimes, like you’re fucking on a balcony while random guards pretend they don’t see, or you shove a dildo into a girl before sending her to some serious story meeting, and the game keeps cutting to her trying to keep a straight face while you hold the remote. World saving, but with remote control butt plug, sure. The plot about who you are and why that crater exists keeps popping up between all of this, like the dev suddenly remembered there was supposed to be a story, then gets distracted again by a pair of big tits bouncing in 3D. And I am not complaining. Well, I am, about one thing: the main menu music is annoying as hell and I can’t stop humming it while watching yet another “accidental” cheating route blow up a happy couple from inside. Literally from inside.

Guy bails from the safe engineering grind and sneaks into the art class instead, and from that moment the whole thing feels like watching a horny college slice-of-life slowly losing its mind in the best way. You start as this slightly awkward dude who pretends to be normal, but his sketchbook is full of horny ideas he will absolutely end up acting out. The game really loves that feeling when you know you’re doing something you shouldn’t, like hiding porn in your Google Drive and hoping nobody opens the “taxes_final_final2” folder. First scenes are pretty chill: chatting, classes, some teasing, your childhood friend texting you, the usual VN stuff. Then you see how the art stuff becomes excuse for everything. “I need to study anatomy” turns into “let me grope you while I pretend I’m just checking proportions”. Drawing practice turns into handjobs in the empty studio, paint-stained fingers wrapped around your cock. You can be playful or kind of a bastard, and the game actually responds instead of just pretending.

The real fun starts when the game drops the brakes and goes full perv with the cast. You think “ok, classic college girls”, then boom: futa teacher with a smug face pinning you to the desk, her cock pressing against your ass while she criticizes your shitty shading. One route I went too deep into has this femboy model that joins the class, slim body, soft face, skirt way too short. First time you pose him you try to be “professional”, second time you are sucking his dick behind the curtain while the rest of the class paints with headphones on. There is a trap character who looks more girly than half the girls, and there is a whole humiliation-exhibition thread with him that basically turns the art club into your private porn studio. You can push him to pose in only a collar, make him bend over the table, and even have him walk out into the corridor with cum dripping down his thighs while people almost catch him. Oral scenes are everywhere: kneeling in the bathroom, under the desk in the computer room, backstage during an art show with people right outside. Sometimes you control the pace and choke them, sometimes a dom girl just grabs your hair and fucks your mouth until you’re gagging, calls you her “brush holder” like that’s a normal insult. Anal shows up in both directions too: you pounding a shy classmate over a stack of canvases, or that futa teacher deciding you need “corrective training” and pushing in slowly while you grip the edge of the table and pretend you’re still in control. There is BDSM flavor mixed with college vibe: rope marks over pale skin, clothespins on nipples while someone tries to keep quiet in the dorm, the kind of hand around the neck that is almost gentle but not really. The animated bits give the sex scenes a lot of weight, especially the small stuff like balls slapping, subtle hip movement, the way bodies grind together. It looks good enough to be hot, but still a bit rough in places, like weird angles or awkward faces in some loops, and that actually fits the whole “student art” theme. I still hate that one looping moan that sounds like a Telegram notification in the background, it drives me crazy every time and I keep checking my phone for nothing. The game lets you be both the bully and the toy, and switching between male domination and being dragged around by a scary calm girl or a cocky futa makes the routes feel different, even when it reuses locations. Exhibitionism hits hard: half-open doors, windows with people outside, phones recording. At one point I had the MC getting jerked off with paint-covered hands in the middle of the empty classroom while the sunset light hits the glass, and it felt so filthy and kind of beautiful at the same time, like someone mixed porn and an Instagram art reel. Then the same scene replayable later with different choices turned into a cruel humiliation, where he is forced to cum on the floor and lick it up while the dom laughs and snaps pics. It is messy, horny, sometimes clumsy, but it absolutely knows why you are here.

Imagine a horny trivia night where every question you answer wrong sends you into a different timeline and every “bonus round” is actually someone riding your dick or your face. That’s kind of how this game feels. One moment you’re this broke nobody in modern time, jerking off at home and trying not to think about how useless you are, then suddenly some crazy AI thing wants to delete the whole universe and now you’re time skipping between a medieval kingdom, a neon sci‑fi hellscape and your pretty normal city, collecting tits, trouble and trauma like Pokémon. Except these Pokémon sit on your face, call you “pet” and make you pay their rent by turning your stats and their holes into profit. The story pretends you’re the chosen one, but you always feel more like the idiot who just happened to be standing closest to the big red button labeled “world ending bullshit, press here.” Somehow that works.

What actually hooked me was how the horny stuff and the “ok I need to actually think” stuff are tangled together. You wanna rail the witch with the huge ass in the medieval castle? Great, but she wants proof you can survive the dungeon first, so off you go, bumbling through corridors, managing your health, trying not to get clapped by monster girls who look like they crawled out of someone’s very specific tags list. One of them literally had you on your knees with her foot on your chest, toes stroking your cock while she messes with your head, whispering that you’re just a toy in her dungeon. It’s half combat encounter, half humiliation fetish and you kind of forget which part you’re supposed to be “winning.” Then in the future era you’re managing a brothel like it’s a fucked up version of Football Manager. You set shifts, choose which girl teases which client, worry about corruption levels, unlock new services, suddenly realize you’ve min-maxed your way into running a time traveling prostitution empire. There’s even that awkward first time thing with one of the virgins in the school arc, where the game doesn’t shy away from it being clumsy and weird before it gets hot. She’s jerking you off badly at first, nervous as hell, then after a few scenes she’s got your cock between her tits, tongue on the tip, making that stupid ahegao face and you’re like “ok, yeah, character development.” And all the while this AI VOID thing is in the background, like a DM who keeps reminding you that the universe is dying while you’re busy getting a sloppy blowjob behind a tavern. Honestly, I came for the big tits and stayed because I was lowkey panicking about breaking the timeline while creampie-ing a princess in public in front of half the city. And yeah, that sentence makes sense if you’ve played it.

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.