Last night I boot this thing up thinking, ok, one last jerk before YGGDRASIL dies, log off, go sleep. Instead the whole vibe goes full “what if your porn game suddenly took you serious”. You’re in Nazarick, sure, but it’s not just click scene, jerk, done. The NPC girls actually look at you like you’re a real bastard who walked into their story at the worst possible time. Enri asking you why your hands are shaking while you’re trying to act all cool, Albedo leaning over your shoulder way too close while you poke around menus that shouldn’t even exist anymore. It feels like when Chrome freezes on a hentai tab and suddenly you see your own reflection on the black screen. That kind of tiny shame but also “yeah ok I’m into this now”.

What got me was how the harem stuff doesn’t feel like a checklist. Albedo is still obsessed with you, but the game really lets you be a perv about it. You can push her into this “perfect wife but with breeding brainrot” angle, going for raw vaginal all the time, watching her panic when you don’t pull out, talking pregnancy like it’s just another buff. Then you slide over to Shalltear and she’s a whole different kind of crazy, like the devs asked “how horny can one vampire be before it breaks the engine” and then did not stop in time. I had this scene where she made me finish inside her on purpose in front of a mirror, then licked it off her thighs while complaining I didn’t push her hard enough. Next minute I’m in the same save file drinking tea with Evileye like some awkward virgin who only knows sex from porn. No smooth transition, just emotional whiplash in the best way.

The monster girl stuff is where it gets weird-good. Entoma and Solution are not “oh look cute bug/maid, press F to fuck”. Solution basically treats your dick like a thing to store in her body like any other item, calm as if she’s sorting inventory, and that was way hotter than I expected. Entoma’s voice vs face vs body combo messes with your brain, and the first time she asks if she can “keep some” of what you shoot in her, I just sat there like, excuse me what. Kyouhukou exists, I will say only that, and if you go down that tunnel you do it on your own risk. Interracial hits different here because it’s not just human and dark skin, it’s you and literally inhuman girls trying to understand why you get off from using them like this. At one point I had Lupusregina riding me raw in a storage room while Mare walked in and pretended he didn’t see anything, and the game lets that awkward silence breathe just long enough to make you feel like a total creep, then rewards you with another creampie option like it’s nothing. The sandbox part is janky as hell sometimes, you can wander around doing random prostitution gigs for cash you absolutely don’t need, but that messy structure kind of fits. Feels like being stuck in a dying MMO that decided it wants to be your porn-filled second life instead. You think you’ll just log out after one quick masturbation session, and the game quietly goes, “No you won’t, slut”, and you listen.

First thing you notice is how tall she is. Not just tall, but that kind of unfair, “I could crush your skull between my thighs and you’d say thank you” tall. The castle feels built for her, not for you. Doors are too big, ceilings too high, shadows too long. You start as this regular guy who somehow walks into the worst possible horny nightmare: a fucked up old mansion twisted into a playground for a giant vampire lady who looks a lot like a certain tall queen from that zombie game, but here she’s even more cruel, more smug, and yeah, way more horny. The whole place is like a maze of wet whispers and creaking floors. You move from corridor to corridor, waiting for that click of heels behind you, knowing that when she catches you, it’s not a game over. It’s a different kind of punishment.

What surprised me is how the game mixes horny and horror without trying to be subtle. One moment you’re creeping through some dark library, watching dust in the beam of a flickering lamp, and the next she’s got you pinned against a stone pillar with one massive hand around your throat, nails at your chin, staring down with that “you’re nothing but a toy” look. She teases the fact you’ve got these weird powers, like the world is broken and you’re some glitch that can slow her, shove things with your mind, twist reality a bit. Sometimes you use them to push a wardrobe in front of a door while she’s hunting you. Sometimes you fail and she catches you, drags you off, and then it turns into this obscene little trial where she decides if you get milked with her tits, jerked off lazily while she yawns, or just taken straight, hard, with your legs shaking and her laughing when you cum too fast. She treats creampies like trophies. There’s one scene in a ruined chapel where she rides you in a broken pew, stained glass behind her, and after you explode inside her, she stands up and you literally see it drip down her thighs while she calls you “useful.” I hated how much I liked that. I also hated that the inventory menu sound is too loud and it annoyed me every single time, and the game never fixes it.

The best part is that it often feels like you’re playing some fucked up dating sim from hell, where romance is twisted into this toxic, possessive thing. She’ll act gentle for ten seconds, stroking your hair, almost soft, then flip and use you like a living stress toy. You can try to play smart, pick dialogue that pushes back, use your powers to resist, but honestly, half the fun is failing and seeing her switch into full female domination mode. There’s a section in the dungeon where a monster girl variant of her shows up, more feral, claws scraping the floor, and if she catches you, she doesn’t bother pretending to be classy. She just tears open your pants and uses you. It’s rough, messy, and still weirdly romantic in this fucked up way, like you’re the one sane person stuck in a dystopian porn dream and the universe keeps asking if you’re sure you want to say no. The whole thing feels like a parody of that survival horror game everyone knows, but it leans hard into the “you’re prey and you kind of like it” angle. It’s ugly in some places, awkward in others, but when she bends over, tits spilling out of that dress, smirking because you can’t stop staring at her ass while ghosts whisper in the walls, all the weird edges suddenly make sense.

Mira wakes up in a world that looks like somebody mashed together Skyrim mods, a horny D&D campaign and a trashy isekai anime they binge-watched on Crunchyroll while drunk. There are lecture halls with projectors and chalkboards, but outside the window you see floating ruins and half-dead eldritch skeletons drifting across the sky like they missed their bus. She’s supposed to be a “proper” adventurer-in-training, learning about mana theory and ancient rituals, but every time she walks down the academy corridor she ends up in some kind of mess involving too-short uniforms, invisible runes that definitely should not be glowing under her skirt, and at least one girl staring a bit too long at her thighs. The game just lets that linger. It loves the moment before anything actually happens, when you realise the class of mostly monster girls is way too interested in watching her squirm.

It plays like that friend in Discord who keeps sending you horny screenshots at work. One scene you’re in a serious lecture about old gods, the next you’re in the campus bathhouse where the tiles are foggy and someone “accidentally” left the door lock undone. There is a slow, lazy focus on skin, curves, texture, like the camera enjoys being a pervert as much as the player. The orc teacher with biceps like tree trunks leans over Mira to “correct her stance,” and her tank top rides up just a little too much, and you get a solid ten seconds of watching Mira pretend she isn’t staring at those abs. The demon girl has this perfect smug-face that feels like half of Twitter thirst posts, tail flicking while she backs Mira against a locker and whispers about all the things a proper mage’s body can endure. The satyr girl hides behind textbooks that are clearly too small to cover her boobs, especially when a stray wind spell blows through the courtyard. People in the background notice, their eyes follow, but nobody says it out loud; the whole game is like public indecency that society collectively agrees to ignore because it is fun to watch.

The school loves rules about modesty and discipline that exist only to be broken in front of an audience. Short skirts are “within regulations” if they technically cover the ass, which they do, until some enchanted gust flips Mira’s hem up right as she walks past a group of human supremacist boys who are very obviously trying not to look and failing miserably. The girls definitely look. There is a quiet lesbian hunger in almost every shot: the elf prodigy correcting Mira’s spell circle while her fingers linger way too long on Mira’s hip; the orc woman giving praise in that slow low voice that sounds more like a bedroom than a classroom; the satyr trying to explain lore while her eyes keep dropping to Mira’s cleavage like she forgot where faces are located. You are not just watching sex, you are watching people watch each other, watching them realise they’re into it. The humor hits that horny-gremlin vibe, like someone took the energy of late-night Reddit threads and stuffed it into a magical campus: boob jokes next to cosmic horror, panty flashes in the library where the books whisper about dead gods. It should not work, but it kind of does, especially when the camera just sits there while Mira pretends she doesn’t love being seen, her blush fighting with that tiny smirk at the corner of her mouth that says she really, really does.

You start the game literally as a corpse, which already feels different from all the usual “new semester at horny academy” stuff. You’re dead, you’re on the table, and then your childhood friend drags in an angel and a demon, does this sketchy ritual that looks like something she half-learned from hentai and half from a scam YouTube occult channel, and suddenly you’re back in your own body. Kind of. You’re still you, just with this creepy awareness that these three girls basically own your second life. And they act like it. From the first POV scene you can feel that vibe: you’re the male protagonist, you talk, you react, but they keep grabbing your face, pushing your head between tits, grinding their big asses on you, like you’re some resurrected toy they saved for their own fun. It slips between teasing and straight up domination pretty fast. One moment the angel girl is all “we only want to help you adjust” with this choir-like soft music in the back, next moment she’s riding you, wings spread, drooling a bit, ahegao face and everything, saying she needs your “holy seed” to stabilize your soul. Sure. Totally medical reason.

The fantasy angle makes the harem thing feel almost logical. You have the childhood friend, who acts like a tsundere milf trapped in a younger body, always pretending she cares about your “safety” while sitting on your lap in just a shirt, rubbing your cock with lazy hips while lecturing you about not dying again. Then the demon girl shows up with horns, tail, big tits barely staying in some cosplay-looking outfit, and she’s pure chaos. She’ll pin you down, sit on your face, use your tongue like it’s contract payment, then five minutes later let you ram her ass until she’s shaking, only to smirk and call you her “pet hero”. There’s this scene where she gives you a handjob under the table while the angel talks about “spiritual balance” and you’re trying to click dialogue options without blowing your load too early. By the way, the clicking sound effect is weirdly loud, I kept thinking my neighbors could hear it more than the moans and that annoyed me way more than it should. Anyway. The monster girl race that killed you is also in the mix, but instead of hating them you basically end up fucking them. There’s a furry type with fluffy ears who pretends to be shy, then suddenly she’s giving you a sloppy blowjob, licking all the way to your balls, looking up with those wet eyes, then pushing your dick between her tits for a messy titfuck that ends in creampie between her breasts and she’s giggling like it’s the best thing ever. Game just shrugs and moves on.

I liked how the camera hugs the POV angle most of the time. When someone gives you a footjob, you really feel like you’re the one pinned on the bed, her toes curling around your shaft, heel pressing against your balls, and the sound of slick skin and her tiny breathy laughs in your ear. There’s a voyeurism bit where your resurrected body isn’t quite “stable” yet, so you wake up half transparent in a room and watch Misaki-like teacher character masturbate on her desk, fingering herself, pressing her big ass against the chair, whispering your name even though she thinks you’re dead. You can’t touch, you can only watch, camera slowly sliding around her as she grinds on her own hand, and then later, when you finally get solid again, she corners you in a corridor and calmly tells you she knows you were looking. Then she grabs your hand, presses it against her ass, makes you grope her in this quiet hallway while students walk somewhere offscreen. She smiles like a predator and edges you on purpose, only letting you cum when she’s got you buried in her pussy, milking you dry with these slow, deep thrusts that feel almost too intimate compared to the wild group sex scenes where everyone is climbing on top of you, swapping from oral to anal to vaginal like it’s a competition. The moans sometimes loop a bit awkward, and a couple of lines sound like they recorded them in a closet, but honestly that roughness kind of fits the whole “forbidden ritual brought you back just to turn you into a walking sex magnet” mood. Also, the way one girl keeps calling you “small fry” even while she’s riding you raw until your cum spills out of her and drips down her thigh really annoyed me. I kept waiting for a scene where you finally shut her up properly, never got it.