This thing feels like someone smashed a horny VN with a petty revenge fantasy, sprinkled in a bit of Death Note brainrot, then left it in the oven a little too long. You play this smug, bitter dude who calls himself “Koibito”, which is already a red flag, and he gets his hands on a pink notebook that lets him rewrite people’s feelings if he knows their secret trauma. Not “oh no, she stubbed her toe” trauma, I mean actual deep shit. Abuse, shame, fetishes, all the broken stuff people bury and pretend isn’t there. You write her name, write the wound, then basically script her love life like a horny Google Doc. The wild part is how the game jumps from mystery tone to “ok now she’s on her knees” in like two clicks, and somehow it kind of works and kind of feels wrong in the way you open a private chat from years ago and hate yourself but keep scrolling anyway.

Sex-wise, it’s very direct. Big tits, big ass, camera not shy at all. When a girl gets rewritten, her whole vibe changes. One scene you’re watching this serious, sharp-tongued woman tear Koibito apart with words, next scene she’s bent over a desk, eyes glassy, moaning his name like he’s the only person in the universe. Vaginal, riding scenes, faces smashed into pillows, that kind of thing, with those 3D character models that sometimes look incredible and then from one angle the boobs sit like two bowling balls and you wonder if gravity died. The female domination moments are surprisingly fun, too. There are times where Koibito thinks he’s in control and the woman just flips it and sits on his face like he’s furniture, or pins his wrists while still technically being “under” his command. That power struggle has real teeth. It doesn’t feel like soft, fake femdom; some of the girls feel genuinely dangerous, especially this goddess thing hovering around him, watching like a cat staring at a mouse that already lost.

What caught me off guard is the humor. For a dark “rewrite her heart and fuck her” setup, the game throws in these petty, stupid jokes, like Koibito overexplaining why he’s not a creep while literally being the biggest creep in the room. There’s a reference to Tinder that made me choke on my coffee, because it hits a little too close. Also I opened Discord mid-game, totally forgot the window capture was on, and alt-tabbed back to a scene where a monster girl is riding him, drool and cum everywhere, and her tail is moving like it’s got its own agenda. Spent a full minute just staring at the tail animation like “who the hell coded this and why did they put so much effort into this part specifically”. That’s kinda the game in a nutshell: some details are weirdly polished, like tongue movement when she’s licking the tip, or the way her ass jiggles when he pulls out, and then another detail feels half-baked, like a facial expression stuck between horror and horny. The mystery side slowly builds around this detective, Leonor, who’s trying to track what Koibito is doing, and honestly she might be the hottest one just because she looks like she’d step on your neck without the help of any magic notebook. The choices feel heavy when you realize every command is basically you deciding how broken you want these women to be, but most of the time your monkey brain just goes “ok, now make her strip and beg for cock.” It’s wrong, it’s messy, it’s kind of fascinating, and I already know I’m not changing a single fucked up thing about it.

Helen feels like that woman you scroll past on Instagram and stop on by accident, then you realize yeah, she’s older, but your brain just goes: “oh fuck.” Not the plastic porn star thing, more like that hot neighbor who wears a swimsuit that should be illegal in a family pool and pretends she doesn’t notice everyone staring. The game leans into that. She’s the main focus, her body, her face, her little nervous smiles when she knows she’s being watched. You follow this long married couple, Helen and James, who decide they’re done pretending everything’s fine in bed and actually start talking about the horny shit they never said out loud. It’s weirdly sweet and filthy at the same time. One minute they’re having a real conversation about trust, next minute she’s on her knees and the camera is not shy at all about the details in her mouth.

What I really liked is how slow it lets you slide from “normal married life” into full-on exhibitionist chaos. There’s this scene at the pool where she’s in this thin white swimsuit, already feeling a bit exposed, and James kinda pushes her to stay like that when other guys show up. She pretends to complain, but you can see she’s turned on, the nipples clearly visible, the camera staring like it’s a horny teenager. Later, when it shifts into interracial stuff, it doesn’t pull some fake drama. It’s all talked through before. He wants to see her with another man, she wants to be wanted by someone new, and it actually feels like both are turned on, not just “oh look, new dick for no reason.” The first time she drops to her knees in front of a different guy, her hands are shaking just a bit. That little animation sold it for me more than the cum shot.

I started kinda clueless, just clicking choices like “ok sure, let’s flirt, whatever,” and then realized I was planning the scenes. Like, I’d hold back on pushing her too far in early options, so later when I picked the more daring choices, it really felt like she grew into this horny, confident milf showing off her body in public, letting strangers watch her suck, letting them touch, pushing her own limits. Some teasing scenes are brutal in the good way: guy’s cock is right there, she’s clearly dripping, but the option makes you keep it at just grinding and kissing while she’s half naked in front of an open window. And I still don’t understand why his T-shirt design changes between two scenes and never again, it bugs me every time I think about it. Anyway, the game keeps this nice mix of talking, flirting, oral, full-on fucking, all wrapped in this honest marriage vibe. It feels dirty but somehow respectful at the same time, which sounds stupid when you watch her swallow another man’s load while her husband watches, but it kinda works.

Tunturico looks like the kind of place where you go in hunting for gold and end up getting your dick worshipped in some forgotten shrine instead. You play this cocky treasure hunter chasing the Sun Treasures, and yeah, there are puzzles and ruins and all that Indiana Jones shit, but the game is very honest about what the real prize is. You wander through this “lost city” that doesn’t feel lost at all, more like it has been waiting just for your horny ass to show up. Every alley feels like someone is watching you from a window, and half the time they actually are, which is where the whole voyeur side kicks in. There is this moment when you’re sneaking through some courtyard at night, pretending to be careful, and then you realize there’s a furry girl on the balcony above, legs spread, just watching you and rubbing herself like it’s her favorite show. You can look away or pretend to be polite, but of course you don’t. You stay. You watch. She knows you watch. The game lets that silence breathe a bit and that actually hits harder than a lot of “in your face” porn stuff.

The furry cast is way hornier than you are, which is honestly kind of nice. You’re the so-called hero, but half the time you’re just being dragged into weird rituals with soft fur on your thighs and a warm tongue around your shaft. One of the early scenes has a fox girl who’s supposed to be guarding some temple gate. She catches you, pushes you against a wall, and starts this slow handjob that keeps getting interrupted by her dumb jokes. She’s cracking up about your “sacred staff” while stroking you way too well, and it’s ridiculous and hot at the same time. When she drops to her knees and starts sucking you off, the game really leans into the sounds and expressions. She pulls away just to laugh at how tense you are, then goes back in deeper. No fake romance speech, just two idiots enjoying each other and it works better than any dramatic love confession. And the thing is, those “romance” bits do creep in, but sideways. You fuck, then you explore the ruins together, then you joke about it, then you accidentally care. The writing plays it casual and stupid, like banter on Discord, then suddenly it hits you with a quiet moment where she’s looking at you a bit too long and you feel something twist in your chest.

The humor is very hit and miss, which is actually part of the charm. There’s one scene where an ancient mural basically looks like badly drawn furry porn, and the main guy comments on it like he’s posting on Twitter, and I laughed way too hard. Then another joke about “sun rods” lands flat, but you’re already getting a blowjob in some dusty archive so you don’t care. The pacing is weird, in a good way. One second you solve a tiny puzzle, pull a lever, expect a hidden door, and instead a secret panel opens and someone inside is masturbating while spying on you. They slam it shut and you can just stand there, imagining what the hell they saw. Later, you actually meet them again, and the game doesn’t make a big deal, it just lets the tension hang while they try to act normal. The adventure vibe stays in the background, reminding you this city has its own rules and everyone here is kind of used to pleasure being part of daily life. Sex is everywhere, but it’s not all dramatic. Sometimes it’s just a quick handjob after a dangerous room, as a “reward” from a companion who pretends it’s no big deal, and sometimes it’s a long, slow oral scene where someone really wants you to remember their tongue. It’s messy, lewd, a little stupid, and very human in that “I came here for treasure and got distracted by hot furry locals” way.

Ben is supposed to be the lucky survivor kid that comes back home after being gone, but honestly he feels more like a loaded gun somebody forgot on the kitchen table. He crashes on this messed up magic island, gets picked up by a witch doctor who treats “therapy” like torture mixed with sex education and combat drills, then strolls back into normal suburb house life pretending he doesn’t remember shit. Not because he actually forgot, but because that island is basically a pornified god glitch with monsters, spirit bullshit, and power that turns people crazy. So he fakes amnesia, does the polite traumatized boy act, and then the game quietly starts poking at every line you thought it would respect.

The house is where it really hits. Rachel as adoptive mom is that slow-burn headache. She’s warm, too warm, leans in too close, touches his arm too long, falls asleep on the couch in those thin shorts like she forgot he’s not twelve anymore. The game loves to push Ben into those micro moments. You’re standing behind her in the kitchen, watching her reach for something high, shirt riding up, and the UI is asking if you heal her old injury with magic or “accidentally” brush your hand where you shouldn’t. It’s not nice, it’s not healthy, it’s fucking hot. And then it slaps mental health in your face by having Ben wake up sweaty, hearing island drums in his head like a PTSD ringtone while he’s half hard from dreaming about her. Jessica is different chaos. She’s the “normal” one who isn’t normal at all, always teasing, sitting with her legs open just enough to notice, sending you those Instagram thirst traps from the next room like it’s a joke. There’s this one scene where she drags you to her room “to help with homework” and suddenly the camera angle is all about that barely covered ass while she bends over the bed. You can play innocent, you can peek, or you can use a tiny twist of mind control to make her forget how long your eyes stayed there. That little power turns every simple walk through the hallway into a corruption puzzle.

What really fucked with me is how the game keeps pretending it’s about “protecting the world” while letting you slowly rot from the inside. The witch doctor’s voice pops in sometimes, like an evil conscience, reminding you that sex can be a ritual, that feeding your urges might actually make your magic stronger. Then you get scenes with monsters that are less “fight or flight” and more “fight or fuck” and suddenly you’re not sure if you’re the hero or just a horny shaman with mommy issues. There’s a combat bit in the alley at night, where some paranormal creep tries to blackmail you after catching you watching your neighbors through the window. You can blast him with elemental magic, or twist his mind till he thinks he’s the pervert who started it and you walk away clean. That mixture of voyeurism, blackmail, and power fantasy hits different when Ben is smiling softly while lying to everyone, including himself. Zara shows up like the hot demon guidance counselor, offering “help” with his blocked memories and then sliding her hand down his chest as she describes the island tearing reality open. She wants the secrets, the rifts, the raw corruption, and she’s ready to spread her legs or someone else’s to get it. Group scenes feel like rituals gone wrong. People are moaning, bodies tangled, and in the background there’s this feeling that something is watching, that the island is feeding off all that sex. One moment you’re in a tender almost-romance with Rachel on the sofa, her head on your shoulder, the next you’re knee-deep in a magical gangbang that might literally open a portal. The story acts like it cares about Ben’s guilt and mental state, then hands you a teasing choice like “comfort her” or “possess her mind for a while” and both options feel right for different disgusting reasons. Watching him flirt between sweet, scared boy and cold, dominant bastard made me feel like I was doing character research and jacking off at the same time, which is exactly as fucked up as it sounds.