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Guy wakes up in a place that absolutely hates the concept of “male on top” and it kind of rules and sucks at the same time. Lithzena is like someone took every “what if women ran literally everything and guys were just cute toys” fantasy, mixed it with monster girls, then forgot to put in a safety switch. You’re not a hero here, you’re loot. People argue if it’s an isekai or just a very horny kidnapping. You make your guy, pick how pathetic or cocky he looks, and then the world just starts grinding you down in this slow, teasing way that feels half humiliation, half cuddling with a predator that purrs while it bites. One minute a towering orc woman is calling you “brave little warrior” while clamping a collar on your neck, next minute a classy mage girl is making you kneel so she can use your face like furniture while she reads a spellbook. Everybody smiles too much when they talk about “training”. That part actually reminded me of scrolling through TikTok too long and ending on that weird femdom side where all the comments are “this is not awakening anything I swear” and you know they’re lying.

It looks like a typical RPGM thing at first, walk around, talk, check chests, try not to aggro the wrong tall amazon with claws, but almost every route keeps circling back into some kink-flavored trap. There’s this heel-on-neck vibe running through everything. Even when they’re nice to you, you’re still the pet. The foot stuff is front and center early on: Renee’s scene is this slow, teasing footjob that starts like she’s just nudging you around, using her toes to tilt your chin, then she pins you with one foot on your chest and strokes you with the other like it's the most boring thing she did today. She talks down to you the whole time, like you’re a toy she might return to the shop if you squeak wrong. The animation is simple but her little toe movements and how your character twitches when she squeezes a bit harder, that sells it more than any big flashy effect. Then Felicia shows up with her handjob event and it’s a different kind of cruel, more “cute girl who pretends she’s being gentle while squeezing just a bit too tight, like testing a fruit at the supermarket”. There is this one moment where she starts jerking you off while still having a conversation with someone else in the room, barely looking at you, and that hit way harder than the actual climax.

What made it stick in my head is how the world treats male suffering as background noise. You’re walking through a fancy town square, statues of warrior queens and monster ladies, and somewhere in the corner a guy is leashed to a post, being used as a footrest while two lamia girls gossip about politics. Nobody cares. You can poke around and try to be “strong” but the story keeps shoving you into erotic traps where your choices are more like “do you want to be ruined lovingly or efficiently”. Sometimes it gets a bit too talky, like the dev forgot we came here to get stepped on, not listen to long lore dumps about gynarchy councils, but then you get pulled into another scene where someone wipes their sweaty sole on your chest and the brain goes quiet again. It’s messy, not finished, a bit clunky to move around, and the mini-game parts feel like they escaped from a different hentai game that smoked too much weed, but the core vibe of “fantasy world where you’re prey and the predators are hot, smug, and enjoy using you as a toy” sticks pretty hard. Also, the way the women laugh when you beg? That’s the part that stays in your head when you close the browser.

Game hits you with that cheap jump scare first, like some old YouTube screamer, then suddenly you are just in this tiny bedroom with a catgirl kneeling on your mattress, tail flicking, hoodie half open, like she respawned out of your search history. She talks way too casual for something that was licking your cheek a second ago, and her robot buddy on the desk keeps beeping horny little comments, like ChatGPT but if it was allowed to be a total perv. The vibe is weirdly cozy and fucked up at the same time: lights low, messy floor, VR headset tossed in the corner, browser on incognito, and this girl with ears and a collar explaining that you “kinda accidentally” asked for her during a lucid dream. Then your tanned childhood friend just barges in, sweaty from practice, sports bra under that loose shirt, thighs looking like she can snap your neck, and the game instantly goes from awkward hentai scenario to full “oh no I have to actually choose between them” chaos. Except it does not let you stay pure for long, because the sandbox part kicks in fast.

What sold me is how the lewd stuff slowly crawls from goofy to really filthy. At first it is innocent groping “for data”, the robot telling her to test your stamina, her sitting on your lap casually while pretending it is a “science experiment”, your dark skinned wrestler buddy teasing you by pinning your arms and grinding down “like training mount control”. Ten minutes later you are in this bizarre three way exhibition setup where the robot projects your porn search stats on the wall while catgirl milks you with her tits, long slow titfuck while she purrs and leaks a bit of milk herself if you pushed her down the lactation path earlier. Yes, they actually track that with little stat sliders tucked in your phone menu, same place you manage pregnancy risks and suppression pills, which is so on the nose it becomes funny. You start checking fertility charts with the same seriousness I normally keep for Google Analytics, except here the KPIs are “days until catgirl goes into heat” and “chance that the wrestler gets creampied after shower scene”.

Game keeps mixing cute and messed up like that. One route I picked had the tan friend challenge you to a “submission match” on the living room floor, loser has to obey for the night. I tried to play fair, ended up with my face in her armpit and my hands tied behind my back with a belt. She rode my mouth first out of pure spite, grinding till she actually squirted all over my chin, laughing when the robot measured the splash distance. That same run, later, she made you fuck her from behind in the hallway with the door half open, neighbors’ footsteps outside, her moaning way too loud on purpose so you feel that humiliation creep in while still pumping her full and watching her stomach twitch when she feels the cum spill deep. The catgirl route goes more horror and sci fi if you lean into the superpower stuff: she glitches the lights, pulls some psychic domination, freezes your body mid stroke so she can sit on your cock and edge you, denying the orgasm until you are shaking, then forces a raw creampie where her eyes roll back ahegao style and her belly gives this tiny bump animation after. At one point she makes a clone of herself out of this slimy monster girl goo, and suddenly it becomes a group sex scene with two catgirls giggling while they share your dick between mouth and ass, keeping you right at the limit, the robot counting “denied orgasms: 7” in the corner like some cursed Excel sheet. I kinda hate how the UI sometimes bugs and the text boxes overlap in the most intense moments, but when you are watching an elf cosplay scene where your tanned fighter wears fake ears and gets throat fucked on the couch while the real catgirl records from the wardrobe crack, you just let it slide. Vaginal, anal, oral, handjobs under the table while you pretend to play a horror game, lesbian domination where the wrestler slaps the catgirl’s ass till it goes red and makes her lick your shaft before she sits down on it herself, even a messed up virgin blood fetish joke when you finally break that hymen flag on one route. It is all there, messy, horny, way too raw, like someone dumped their whole tag history into one save file and forgot to clean the edges.

You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.