Arthur already has that whole golden boy thing going on, king of Camelot, shining armor, pretty speeches about honor and whatever. But this game basically asks: what happens when all that noble shit hits a wall made of pure pussy and bad decisions. You wake up in his skin, and you can kind of feel it right away, he’s not built for what’s coming. The court still sings about loyalty, about knights and purity, while your wife, Guinevere, is getting slowly pulled away from you by the one guy you should trust the most. Lancelot doesn’t just want her, he wants to ruin everything by taking her little by little, touch by touch, until your proud queen turns into a trembling mess who can’t say no to him anymore. The story doesn’t waste time on side stuff. It’s a straight kinetic ride where you mostly just watch it all unravel, like a slow car crash where the airbags are big tits and messy creampies.

The pacing is actually nasty in a good way. Guinevere doesn’t go from “my dear husband” to “fuck me rough, Lancelot” in one click. It crawls. First it’s that aching guilt in her face when he gets too close, his hand pressed against her lower back a bit too long in the hallway, his fingers brushing over her ass through the dress while he whispers that Arthur is too busy for her. Then you get a scene where he pushes her against a stone pillar, groping her tits through the fabric, and you feel that moment where she should pull away but just kind of… freezes. The CGs lean into that, with those tight shots of her lips slightly open, eyes wet, thighs pressed together, and you know she’s already halfway lost. It’s all very “fantasy courtly drama” on the surface, but every event is basically foreplay for the next betrayal. When they finally cross the line, it’s raw: him bending her over the bed that was supposed to be yours, slapping her big ass as he rams into her, his cum leaking out of her used pussy while she tries to tell herself it was a mistake. Spoiler: it’s not the last time, not even close.

What I liked way too much, as someone who always wants that 100% gallery, is how the sex escalates like a fucked up skill tree. You think, ok, he already fucked her, we’re done. But then there’s a scene in the royal bath where he orders her to get on her knees between his legs, and the camera practically lives in that sloppy blowjob, her hand wrapping around his shaft, drool dripping down, his fingers tangled in her hair. Later, when he titfucks her, those huge tits look almost comical trying to wrap around his cock, but the devs commit, they give you that moment of her looking up, cheeks flushed, nipples stiff, while his dick slides between them and smears pre all over. And they don’t chicken out on group stuff either. Once he fully breaks her, he’s not satisfied with just taking the queen for himself. He brings in “trusted” knights, treats her like a prize on display. There’s this brutal scene in a torchlit chamber where Guinevere is sandwiched between armor and muscle, one guy pounding her pussy raw from behind, another shoving his cock between her lips, her moaning and choking, tearing up while Lancelot watches with that smug look. Cum on her face, cum dripping from her used hole, a messy creampie staining the royal sheets right after she’d sworn loyalty to Arthur in public. It’s netorare at its most mean: you sit there in Arthur’s role, forced to watch your own legend rot from the inside, while your queen turns into the castle’s favorite toy and you can’t click your way to a happy end. The fact it’s all linear kind of fits, like destiny itself is just laughing and pushing you deeper into the mud.

Dirty little war story, that is what this feels like. You’re this guy, Hidu, ex-soldier, merc now, and the world doesn’t give a shit whether you survive or not. City is rotten from top to bottom, nobles throwing money and bodies around like it’s Tinder Gold, and under that there is this whole mess of beastfolk, horny cult types with horns everywhere, and a lot of asses that probably shouldn’t be as fuckable as they are. It reads like somebody mashed a grim fantasy novel with Pornhub search history and forgot to clean their browser after. Text hits you first, quite a lot of it, more like sexting with a crazy ex who also knows how to worldbuild. Then the illustrations pop in and you go “oh, ok, that fox girl actually has ridiculous tits” and you lose the thread of the political intrigue for a second.

Controls are simple, choices on the screen, you poke around like in a sandbox, only instead of Minecraft blocks you’re rearranging who gets tied up and who gets fucked. Sometimes you walk around the port, visit some shady bar, try to act like you care about missing enforcers, and suddenly you’re balls deep in a chained-up futa wolf who could probably break your spine if you slip the tongue wrong. There is this one scene in a warehouse, I swear, where I meant to just interrogate a captured spy. I picked the rough option, thinking “ok, light intimidation,” and five clicks later I’m slapping this curvy catgirl’s ass, collar around her throat, making her beg to take it in the ass too. The game lets you slide from “I’m a professional mercenary” to “I’m the daddy you hate to love” without really putting a line there. Felt a bit like when some guy in my cam chat tips extra and suddenly the roleplay gets darker than I planned, but I kinda enjoy it anyway.

I like that Hidu is not written as some awkward virgin fantasy loser. He knows what he wants, he can be a real bastard, but not always. You pick if you break someone or tease them, and sometimes the text hits this nice brutal honesty like, “yeah, he’s doing it because it turns him on, not because it’s noble.” Kind of refreshing. But then, once or twice, the game acts like you had some huge character arc and I was like, when? I just spent ten scenes railing a goat-horned futa in every hole she has and calling her my pet, don’t pretend I’m suddenly noble hero. And there is a tiny thing that annoyed me: the text boxes sometimes scroll at weird moments, cutting a sentence where I really wanted to sit with it, like right when it describes sliding into a tight ass or when she finally stops fighting the rope and melts. It’s small, but my brain fixates on that more than on who is killing all those enforcers. Plot is there, sure, war, gangs, some big storm coming, whatever. I kept getting distracted by whether the next scene would let me stuff both pussy and ass in the same chain of choices or if I had to pick. Also, furry stuff: if animal ears and tails make you wet, you’re going to be happy, the game doesn’t treat them as a joke. Some of these girls, and a couple of those futa “girls”, are absolute meat. Thighs like they could crush your skull, tits that probably break armor, and you topping them anyway, choking them out gently or not so gently, reading the lines and thinking “yeah, this writer has seen some dark Pornhub categories too.” And then out of nowhere, there is like three paragraphs about the city smell and the broken cobblestone and merc guild politics and I found myself skimming, then feeling guilty because actually it’s pretty decent, then immediately skipping again when the next anal scene appeared. I’m not proud. Actually I am. Whatever.

There’s this white‑haired guy, looks like he escaped from three different games at once and got stuck in a horny fanfic, and somehow it works. You’re in his skin, mostly in first person, which hits different when Furina is breathing too close and 2B is giving you that deadpan “I could kill you or ride you, haven’t decided” stare. It plays like a romance VN that forgot to be shy. Instead of slow burn, it’s more like “ok, here’s the awkward flirting, click twice, now here’s her pinning you against a wall because you picked the smartass answer in the dialogue choice.” Half the time I felt like I was scrolling a horny Discord RP that upgraded into something with actual routes and CGs.

What I really like is how the crossover stuff doesn’t feel like a cheap cosplay mashup. Furina still has that drama queen energy, talking like the whole world is watching, and then five lines later she’s blushing while basically begging you to keep touching her. One scene in the fountain area actually made me stop and grin like idiot: you tease her about being “too loud for public” and the game actually lets you choose if you want to keep pushing or back off, and the two paths aren’t just a tiny text swap. On the push route she ends up half sitting on the edge, legs shaking, trying to hold character as the proud archon type while you’ve got your hand between her thighs under the water. On the gentler route she softens so hard it feels like a different girl, hugging your arm and quietly asking if you’ll stay. I kind of hate that the game is this good at making me care and also making me hard. It’s rude.

The 2B content is colder, more clinical, but then she starts to crack. There’s this locker‑room style area where she’s supposed to be “running diagnostics” on your body. It starts all professional, scanning your muscles, posture, whatever. Then you pick the slightly cocky “guess I pass your inspection?” choice and she just kneels, checks how “responsive” you are with her mouth, still talking about efficiency and optimal stimulation like she’s reading a manual, but her lips are getting sloppy and she forgets to keep that perfect soldier demeanor. The POV angle makes it feel way too personal, especially when she looks up and asks if she should prioritize your pleasure or data collection, and you know the wrong answer is going to lock you out of some later scene, yet you still hesitate. The romance side is actually softer than I expected, small hand touches, jealous looks between the two heroines when they think you’re not paying attention. I wish the menus were less clunky though, those tiny buttons feel like mobile game leftovers and it annoys me way more than it should. Also the transitions sometimes stutter for no reason, like the game is catching its breath after the same way you are. But then Furina starts a stupid argument over nothing, 2B calls her illogical, and both of them end up competing to see who can make you cum harder, and suddenly I forget I was going to complain about anything at all.