Champion of I: Luxuria feels like someone mashed together a horny tabletop campaign, a twisted VN, and one of those old browser RPGs you secretly played in the school computer lab, then sprinkled futa demon dick on top just to see who flinches first. You play a male Guardian tossed into this trial continent thing, Eden, where every second NPC is either trying to kill you, fuck you, convert you to their weird cult, or some chaotic mix of all three. It’s fantasy, but not the comfy kind. More like “congrats, you survived the ambush, here’s a monster girl who wants to drain you dry through your cock” kind. And the game just looks at you like, well, what do you do now, genius. The whole thing runs as a sort of point and click story flow with turn based combat stapled into it, where you’re juggling stats, conditions and relationships while also trying to remember which character you promised anal to. Scenes swing pretty fast from tense combat to filthy sex, and sometimes both bleed into each other in this way that feels kinda wrong and kinda perfect for this setting.

The sex itself is not subtle at all. You get vaginal, oral, anal, futa on male, monster girls who are way too into your suffering, weird swinging situations where your supposed harem members are trading fluids like it’s a Discord server gone wild. There’s this one moment early where you “save” a monster girl and the game quietly checks if you’re the kind of degenerate who offers your ass as a thank you or if you play the noble hero and just, you know, fuck her normally. Later on, I ran into a futa priestess who basically turned a victory scene into a full on worship session around my cock, and the game let me either lean into the goddess of lust vibe or resist it and feel like an absolute idiot. The writing is talky, sometimes too dramatic, then suddenly drops a line that sounds like it was written by a horny shitposter on Reddit. I kinda love that, but also sometimes it reads like the dev wrote it at 3% brain battery while scrolling Twitter on another monitor. The combat is fine, sometimes actually brutal, with status effects that stick around and make the next sex scene hit different because your guy is exhausted, cursed, or literally marked by some chaos thing. There is a sandbox feel, lots of routes, lots of choices that don’t hold your hand, and yeah, you can absolutely screw yourself out of content by choosing badly without the game apologizing. It’s messy, thirsty, dark as hell, but in that way where you keep telling yourself “one more scene” while Discord pings stack up and you ignore them.

Memory comes back to you like a drunk kiss in a dark alley: rough, confusing, kind of hot, kind of scary. You wake up in this ugly-beautiful world that smells of steel, sweat and wet soil, and the first thing you see is her. Big soft tits leaning over you, hair falling like a curtain, lips moving, voice low, asking your name while you’re still staring down her cleavage instead of answering. The game doesn’t rush, it just lets you sit there in that POV angle, eyes level with her neckline, while she talks about war and kingdoms and you’re thinking about everything except politics. It feels dirty in a slow way, like fingers sliding under a shirt when no one is in a hurry. Then suddenly you’re walking through a camp where men scream and banners burn, and the same woman acts like nothing happened, like she didn’t just wake you by practically smothering you with her chest. That little emotional whiplash is half of the charm here. Or half of the problem. Hard to say.

What surprised me is how often your dick has to wait while your brain does some work. You click around in this point and click wandering, poking at tents, broken carts, blood stains, talking to people who all want something. Then the game throws you into turn based combat out of nowhere, and for a moment you almost forget there is sex at all, until after you win and she thanks you with her mouth in a quiet corner, on her knees, your view locked right in POV as her lips stretch around you. There’s this scene where you finish a dungeon, half dead, armor cracked, and the other love interest, colder, sharper, with that perfect body that looks like it was made to be pressed against a stone wall, just grabs you by the collar and drags you into a ruined chapel. She talks about strategies and sides in the war while stroking you lazily with her hand, like it’s nothing, like you’re just another weapon she oils before a battle. I hated how sometimes the teasing goes on too long, how the game lets you wander three screens clicking empty barrels instead of pushing you back into her arms, but then that slow pace makes it hotter when it finally breaks and she drops to all fours, back arched, tits swinging while you pound her from behind as if the whole world outside is burning. Which it kind of is, with all that graphic violence splattered around, heads split, bodies on spikes, and then suddenly you’re in a tent with soft candlelight, her lips shiny with spit and your cum, talking about who you should support in this stupid war like it’s pillow talk.

I liked that the male protagonist is not some mute wall of muscles, he throws small comments, gets confused, sometimes sounds like a horny idiot who pretends he cares more about honor than about getting his dick sucked, and that feels very real. I had this one moment where I chose to help some poor bastard on the roadside, and it turned into a bloody mess, cut throats, dark magic, and afterward one of the girls looked at me like I was her personal hero, slid under my cloak and started slow oral right there behind a broken wagon, while the sky glowed red from burning villages. It aroused me and also annoyed me because the controls in that scene felt fiddly, like the cursor just refused to land where I wanted, and I kept thinking about that instead of focusing on the way her tongue moved. But then she looked up with cum on her lips and laughed, and I forgot my little complaints for a while. The world feels heavy, any step might drag you into another fight, another dungeon, another choice about who lives, who dies, who gets to ride your cock in a dirty cave with echoes of moans mixing with screams from somewhere far away. It all tastes like metal and sex, like sweat on bare skin under armor, like being torn between going home or staying just one more night in this cursed place because you want to see her on top again, tits bouncing in rhythm with the turn based beating of your enemies outside the tent. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?