Girl wants a simple night with a little buzz, some porn on in the background, one hand under the blanket, one hand on the phone scrolling horny Reddit threads. She orders a toy for that. Not the smartest choice, not the most depraved, just something normal for once. Of course the universe laughs and the package that lands on her doorstep is very much not what she clicked on. The thing she pulls out of the box is wrong from the weight already, heavier, colder, like it brings its own mood. It looks like a joke sex toy at first, like some cheap wish.com fantasy trash that glows a bit and tries to be “mystic”. She rolls her eyes, thinks “fuck it, it still vibrates, right?” and that is the exact moment where everything goes crooked. One rub, two strokes, a lazy curious touch because she’s already wet and bored, and then there’s a flash of magic, a smirking genie who is way too amused by her, and suddenly the girl who just wanted to cum quietly is dealing with a cock that is now very much her problem because it’s literally attached to her.

The game takes that everyday masturbation setup and flips it into this messy, horny metamorphosis that never pretends to be deep, but somehow still feels like it read Kafka while jerking off. The transformation doesn’t stay polite. Her body shifts, tits heavy and bouncing, skin glowing in a soft way that feels more “porn lighting” than holy aura, and that new cock is not some little cute add-on. It throbs, it leaks, it twitches when she looks at certain shapes on screen, and the art leans into all those small obscene details. Bulging veins, thick shafts, slick folds, a bit of sweat on the back when she bends for anal play, that kind of focus. The genie treats her like a toy and a wish at the same time, pushing her into scenes where she’s not just using sex toys, she’s becoming one. She fucks herself, she gets fucked, she tests what it means to be both girl and dick at once, sometimes soft and curious, sometimes just raw and animal. One moment she’s nervously staring at her new equipment in the mirror like “am I still me?”, the next she’s stuffing her ass with something that definitely should not fit and moaning like she forgot the question.

What I really love is how the game quietly mixes absurd fantasy with that very normal feeling of horny boredom. Before the wild scenes with monster girls wrapping around her or the genie making her body more and more “perfect” in a porn logic sense, there’s this vibe of a regular girl alone with a parcel. It feels like those late-night horny impulse buys where you click “order now” after too much porn and not enough self control. Then suddenly you’re dealing with cum dripping from a cock that didn’t exist this morning, toys shoved inside places you didn’t plan to use, and a magical being who keeps bending reality just so he can see how you moan when your pussy and your new dick are both stimulated at once. It’s playful, shamelessly perverted, animated enough that every thrust, every anal stretch, every squirt feels alive, but still small scale, intimate. No fate of the world, no epic quest, just a girl, her misdelivered toy, a cock that changes how she thinks about herself, and a genie who clearly read too many hentai forums. Honestly, it feels like somebody rewrote “The Metamorphosis” with lube, lopsided humor, and a lot more orgasms.

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.

Local suburb, dead quiet, then this game drops you right in the middle of the kind of fucked up “family visit” everyone pretends never happens. You’re the short angry little dude in the house, the one with the chip on his shoulder and the impossible sister. She’s blonde, stacked like someone lost control with the breast slider, ass so fat it looks like the chair is about to file a complaint. She walks around like clothes are just a light suggestion, bending over in front of you, phone in her hand, half distracted, half teasing, like she knows exactly what she’s doing and still acts innocent. There’s this weird energy where you kinda hate her and kinda stare at her all the time. The game leans into that, hard. Sometimes she calls you “little man” and it stings more than it should. Sometimes she “forgets” to close her door and the angle you get is straight from a porn thumbnail. It feels trashy in a very deliberate way, like the dev is laughing and saying “yeah, you wanted this, don’t pretend.”

Then the local legends arrive. Big black dude, total neighborhood myth, the kind of guy every jealous little brother imagines as the worst possible scenario. Next to him, his smaller white sidekick, not small actually, just smaller than the giant. They show up with that lazy confident walk, like they already know what’s going to happen in this house and nobody can stop it. The moment they see your sister, the whole vibe shifts. Dialogue instantly goes from semi-normal to porn audition level, talking about her body, her ass, what they want to do to her, right in front of you. They’re not even subtle. It’s like the game wants you to sit in that humiliation, watching these walking meat towers size up your own blood, and the worst part is she doesn’t shut it down. She blushes, laughs, pretends to be offended, but she keeps giving them looks that say everything. The camera loves those moments, clinging to her huge boobs pressing against her shirt, her ass accidentally brushing against the black chad when she walks past him in the hallway. Accidentally. Sure.

There’s this one scene that stuck to my brain like gum on a shoe. You’re in the living room, pretending to play on your phone, but both of them are on the couch with her. She’s in the middle, practically drowning between them, the black guy’s hand stretched along the back of the couch, fingers a breath away from her shoulder, his white buddy leaning in close to whisper something in her ear that makes her cover her face with both hands. The text you get is pure taunt: they talk about “rearranging her insides,” about how your little body could never handle what she clearly wants. And the game doesn’t cut away. It lingers, zooms slightly, lets you see every little change in her expression while they crowd her space and you sit there, small, useless, pissed, and turned on in a way that makes you slightly hate yourself. It’s cheap, it’s crude, it’s absolutely not subtle, and then out of nowhere there’s one throwaway line from your sister showing she actually cares about you and it almost ruins the whole horny mood for a second. Almost. Then she bends over to pick something up, her ass swallowing her shorts, and your brain goes quiet again. I still don’t forgive the dev for the shitty text box font, by the way. It’s ugly as hell and I kept noticing it when I tried to focus on her tits, which feels like a crime.

Boston crime drama, horny version. That’s basically what this thing is, but with way more tits and way less paperwork. You’re this 37-year-old FBI guy, proper grown man, not some anime boy who looks like he still needs a fake ID. First minutes, you’re already in the middle of a kidnapping case, guns out, bad guys, flashing lights, the whole “cop show” vibe. And then the game just looks at all that serious setup and goes, “ok, now let’s see who you’re going to fuck while the world burns slowly in the background.” It feels like someone mixed Criminal Minds with Pornhub, then forgot which part was supposed to be the main dish. As a retro sprite freak, I kind of miss the chunky pixels, but here you get shiny 3D models, curves everywhere, big boobs that bounce like they never heard of gravity, and a dick that the camera keeps lovingly framing like it’s also one of the characters. You play vertical on phone, on Chrome for me, had Telegram and WhatsApp popping over the screen while I was trying to focus on one scene with Luci on the couch and, yeah, that actually made it hotter somehow. Very “real life keeps interrupting your porn” feeling.

What really hit me was how this game tries to be romantic and filthy at the same time and kind of succeeds, kind of fails, sometimes in the same scene. One minute you’re having this soft, slow talk with Luci, she’s opening up about being scared, you pick a gentle answer, it feels sweet, like something from a normal dating sim. Next click, her shirt is off and your hand is under it, squeezing big warm tit, nipple poking through your palm, and she’s breathing into your ear. Nice, yes, but the transition is like a car changing gear without clutch. That’s kind of the whole rhythm: pacing is like ordering a burger and the guy bringing you cake first, then fries, then a beer, and only later the actual burger that you forgot you ordered. You’re chasing this creepy conspiracy, talking with your partner Sarah about evidence, and then, almost without warning, your brain is going “wait, is she staring at my crotch?” Then the game actually lets you lean into it, fingers brushing her thigh when you pass a file, just a bit too long, her eyes catching yours, no slap, no drama, just quiet green light. That office groping energy is nice, just wish some scenes would breathe longer before the next dramatic twist drops. Also the main guy looks hot, rugged, a bit tired, totally fuckable dad age. I liked that more than I should. And no, the coffee cups in the office never line up with the scenes and it bothers me way more than all the dead bodies and cult symbols.