Lazuli looks like the kind of alchemist who should be locked inside her lab for public safety, and honestly, that is exactly the mood of this game. You’re not some heroic savior or chosen one, you’re this horny, half-mad futa/trans genius who finally got her stupidly named “Cumcoction” to work, and now every girl from every fandom you ever bookmarked on Pixiv is basically walking research material. The story doesn’t quietly tiptoe into sex either. One moment you’re mixing weird glowing fluids on a table full of dirty glass, the next moment Tsunade is staring at a bottle like it’s fine booze and you’re already planning whether you’re going to test anal, a titfuck, or just see how fast you can get her on her knees. It’s very “oops I corrupted your favorite waifu”, except there’s zero oops and a lot of “I knew exactly what I was doing”.

The way it jumps between worlds is kinda funny if you’re used to those long, serious crossovers where people argue about power levels. Here it’s just, “alright, now we’re bothering Hinata”, “okay, now we’re messing with Lucy and Mirajane and probably Erza in the background”. One scene you’re in something that feels like a cheap back alley in Konoha, next you’re in a place that might as well be Fairy Tail’s guild corridor, then it’s a Pokemon style route where girls like May, Dawn, Serena, Nemona and Nessa keep ending up alone with you way too often for it to be an accident. Lazuli treats it all like a long horny experiment. You have her brewing new versions of the potion, combining mind control with blackmail, adding just a bit of sleep sex “for science”, then cranking up voyeurism by letting you watch as your corruption slowly changes how they touch themselves when they think nobody is looking. Sometimes you get these small, stupid moments that stick more than the big orgies, like when Inko is trying to act proper and then suddenly she’s grinding on your hand while mumbling that this is wrong. Or when Wendy Marvell, tiny and shy, ends up in a group sex scene that feels way too big for her, but the game just leans in and goes “yeah she’s taking it, stop pretending she won’t”. It’s rough in tone, not romantic, a lot of harem vibes and sharing you around, but then there are weirdly soft bits, like when Juvia or Lillie or Marnie start blushing and you almost feel bad right before you shove another dose inside them and push for creampie number whatever. And then you remember Lazuli is a complete pervert who masturbates in her own lab between tests, so guilt doesn’t really belong here.

What sells it for me is that the corruption is not only “now she likes sex”. It’s also transformation of personality, twisted step by step. Sakura going from tsundere annoyed to straight up addicted to your cock. Android 18 starting all cold, then slowly agreeing to stuff like groping in public or sharing you with someone else just because it turns her on to know other girls are ruined too. Nico Robin pretending it’s a simple information trade, then her mind slipping once the Cumcoction hits and she’s begging for more vaginal and anal at once while still trying to talk like a scholar. You get futa-on-female stuff when Lazuli uses herself, but sometimes she flips it and gives others a “dose upgrade”, and suddenly Naruko or Kushina or even Sarada get a dick and you’re watching them rail another girl senseless. The scenes tend to escalate quick, from a simple handjob in a quiet corner to hungry oral sex, then a messy creampie, then Lazuli calmly taking notes while someone is being used as a cumdump by the whole little harem. It’s definitely not gentle romance, but as a pure romance seeker I still liked finding tiny honest reactions under all the filth, like Mirajane giving this faint smile when she realizes she actually likes being corrupted, or Bianca acting tough and then melting the second you pin her and go in raw. It’s dirty, chaotic, inconsistent, and sometimes feels like the story was written after the porn, but that kind of fits this crazy alchemist girl who treats every big ass, every pair of big tits, every new mind she breaks as just another variable in her long, sticky experiment.

Nineteen years later and somehow everybody in this game is still horny like it’s day one of puberty. You jump back into this messed up little universe and the first feeling is, “ah, these people did not grow up at all, they just got hotter and more broken.” The old protagonists are older now, but not in a boring way. More like: more baggage, more secrets, more stuff they swear they won’t do again, then five minutes later someone is on their knees giving a blowjob in a hallway where anyone can walk by. The new female lead slides into this mix like she belongs there from the start. She’s not just a pretty face with a big ass, she has that vibe of someone who actually believes she’s in control, right until someone stronger, colder or just more fucked up walks in and starts playing with that illusion. One moment she’s teasing, playing the dom, pressing her foot against a guy’s crotch under the table, giving that slow cruel footjob, talking trash like she owns him. Next moment she’s the one kneeling, drool on her chin, choking on cock while a woman smirks from the side and tells her not to use her hands.

The nice thing is how the game lets you just slip into different heads without making a big speech about it. One scene you are the guy, pretending you still have some moral code, spying through a half open door, watching two women go at it on the couch. Tongues, fingers, wet sounds, one of them grinding her face into the other girl’s pussy, long sloppy cunnilingus that goes way past the usual quick porn timing. Then suddenly the camera flips and now you are the girl whose cunt he is staring at, and you feel that mix of shame and thrill because you know the door is not properly closed. The game loves this voyeur stuff. There is always some window open, some phone left recording, some neighbor or roommate who “didn’t mean to look” but just keeps watching instead of leaving. It doesn’t shout about corruption, it just shows you little steps: the first hesitant handjob in a dark corner, the first time she lets someone lick her ass even though she says she doesn’t do that, the first clumsy rimjob that turns into desperate moaning, the first time she spreads herself in public, half dressed, like it’s nothing. The world here is basically one long, slow slide from “I would never” to “ok, but don’t tell anyone” to “film it, I want to see how filthy I look.” And the game does not pretend it’s romantic. People cheat. People get used. There are NTR moments where you watch a girl you liked get railed by some smug bastard while she tells herself it is just a one time thing, and you can tell it won’t be. Sometimes you are the bastard. Sometimes you are the one getting replaced. Nothing fair about it, but it feels honest in that nasty, horny way that makes you keep clicking just to see who crosses the next line.

This one feels like someone took a cheesy “marriage advice” clip from TikTok, mixed it with a horny otome drama, then just let it rot in the darkest corner of NTR hell. You’re shoved right into this paranoid husband’s head, and he’s not okay. His wife Sara is this soft-looking everyday milf type, nice curves, big tits filling out her casual clothes, nothing too crazy at first. They argue, he storms out, and that is where my cosplay brain went, “Ah, okay, this is the outfit arc.” Her home look, her slightly dressier “going out” look, the way her bra outline keeps peeking when she leans over the table, it all feels way too intentional. The story keeps zooming in on stupid little details: a strap slipping down her shoulder, how tight her skirt pulls around her ass when she bends, the faint lipstick stain on a glass that definitely wasn’t her husband’s. You know that feeling when you’re checking reference photos in Pinterest and you realize half of them are secretly porn screenshots? Yeah. That.

They drop Oscar on you in this almost casual way, like some harmless stranger, and then he starts showing up in every wrong place. The husband begins imagining things and the game does this great, nasty trick where you’re never sure what’s actually happening and what’s just his broken brain. One scene hit me pretty hard: he’s standing outside his own apartment door, listening. You’re only getting sound and a few little CG cuts. Sara’s voice, a guy’s low laugh, the soft wet rhythm that might be a blowjob or might be just your filthy brain filling gaps. Then suddenly the camera flips and you get this animated shot of her on her knees, breasts bouncing as she strokes a thick cock with both hands, spit shine all over, but you still have that doubt if it’s “real” or his fantasy. That mix of guilt and arousal works way too well. And the hidden sex stuff is everywhere. A door left half open, a shadow moving behind curtains, her adjusting her panties in public while texting “just a friend.” I liked how messy it is: vaginal sex, titfucks, creampies, oral, and those quick handjob scenes where her face is half-turned away like she doesn’t want to see what she’s doing. The actual NTR corruption comes more from small choices and “harmless” teasing than from some giant dramatic betrayal. She lets a guy grope her ass on a crowded train. She laughs when a coworker grabs her waist and doesn’t push him away. There is even one bathroom peeking moment where you catch her pressing her tits into another girl’s back, lips almost at her neck, so the lesbian tension is there too, just enough to make you crazy and then the scene cuts too fast, like someone hit Skip in the worst second.

What surprised me is how much it feels like a shitty relationship seminar wrapped in hentai. The husband keeps doing exactly what you’re not supposed to do. He spies, scrolls her phone, follows her like some discount detective, and each time the game kind of punishes him with a new scene where she gets a little bolder with other men. It never lectures you, it just shows you your worst fear and then adds one more hand on her thigh. I kinda hate him and feel bad for him at the same time. From a “costume” point of view, it’s actually great: you get uniforms, casual wife clothes, tight work skirts, even this half-ridiculous “sexy vacation” look with a loose shirt that keeps falling open so her big boobs flash in the sea breeze. The animated bits are rough in spots, some loops repeat so obviously it pulled me out for a second, and at one point her hair clip literally jumps sides between frames and I could not unsee it. There is this one throwaway policeman character too, who shows up in uniform, touches her wrist a little longer than needed while “helping” her, and that tiny move feels more invasive than some of the full on sex scenes. It’s not pretty, it’s not kind, and it definitely doesn’t care about your comfort. But if you ever sat on your bed with your phone, opened some hentai CG collection instead of actually talking to people, and thought “yeah, break me a bit more,” this story knows exactly what kind of ugly fantasy you’re chasing and just keeps twisting the knife.

This thing feels like someone smashed together horny hentai brain, Netflix murder series and that one weird urban fantasy light novel you read on the train and pretended you didn’t enjoy. You pick if you’re playing as a guy or a girl, then your ex turns up dead in this really shitty, suspicious way, and suddenly you’re knee deep in a secret world where half the people you meet either want to fuck you, eat you, arrest you, or all three in some fun order. It’s “who killed my ex” on the surface, but every scene starts bending into “ok but who am I going to let ruin my life tonight” pretty fast. One minute you’re in a police interview about the body, next moment there’s a milf officer pushing against you in the corridor, asking way too many questions with her hand sliding just low enough that you forget your own name, never mind alibis. The game loves that rhythm. Serious question, filthy answer. Emotional flashback, then suddenly a teasing handjob under the table while you pretend to focus on clues. It shouldn’t work, but it kinda does.

What I liked most is how the story pretends to be about the dead ex, Lisa, and then keeps distracting you with tits and secrets until you start to feel corrupted in a very slow, cozy way. There’s this hidden society of supernatural types living like normal neighbors, except normal neighbors don’t usually have tentacles wrapped around your thighs while they explain the rules of their clan. You get those moments where you’re supposed to ask about the murder file, but instead your character is peeking through doors, catching your stepmother in the shower with another woman, or watching a teacher grind on a student in an empty classroom. It looks like you’re “gathering information” but let’s be honest, your pants are at your ankles half the time. Funny thing is, the game lets you try to play the saint: no harem, no cheating, just romance. Then it throws in a married woman on vacation, drunk on a balcony, telling you how her husband never touches her, and the dialogue choices are like: “comfort her” or “push her against the rail and fuck her till she forgets his name.” Guess which one feels more honest after two hours with this cast.

There’s this whole playful tone where everyone is half-joke, half-predator. A ninja girl that is terrible at stealth but very good at sitting on your face. A big titted elf who acts like she’s pure and holy, then starts groping you in the middle of a “ritual” like it’s just part of the magic. A policewoman who keeps threatening to arrest you for “obstruction” while guiding your hand inside her uniform. The game throws netorare flavored stuff at you from the side too: you walk in on your ex’s old friend having sex with Lisa’s wife, or you find a hidden cg where your current crush is taking a creampie from some stranger before you met her, and you can’t unsee it. Some players will rage, others will zoom in. The animation is rough sometimes, like old cg hentai that someone cleaned up on a cheap app, but that kind of fits the atmosphere. Nothing is too polished, so when you finally get a smooth titfuck scene, with the girl teasing you about how “Lisa never made you this hard, right?”, it hits harder than it should. Story keeps pretending it’s about justice and truth, yet the most honest thing here is how fast you’ll forget the murder every time a milf in a tight uniform leans over your lap.

Ariana starts as this cocky little thief with way too much confidence, and the game basically spends the first chunk of time trying to break that out of her with sex. Not in a subtle way either. The village feels sick on a mental level, everyone a bit too horny, staring too long, touching too soon, like the whole place is breathing on her neck. You walk in for a job and suddenly you’re tangled in church politics, weird mage experiments, and straight up open-air orgies behind some broken house. It pretends to be all about “mysterious plague” and “who is behind it” but honestly the real plot is how many times Ariana can get drenched, stuffed, or bred before she stops pretending she minds. And I mean that literally, there are scenes where she’s protesting with her mouth while her body is grinding on tentacles like it’s the best mattress she ever found.

The intro is long and honestly I liked that. It feels like a slow corruption marinade, not just a quick porno pop-up. You watch her get stripped of control piece by piece. First it’s a little forced flirting here, then a “search” by the Inquisition that is just groping with extra steps, then a mage “exam” that somehow involves her sitting on some slimy, moving thing that should not be alive but definitely is. There’s one animated scene in a cellar where she’s pinned, hands bound over her head, and this bunch of tentacles just keeps changing what they are doing: first teasing, then choking her throat with cum, then two of them pushing her legs apart and stuffing her until her belly looks a bit rounded. The animation is not perfect, like some loops are janky, but the way the cum keeps pumping out, dripping on the floor, and how she twitches when they pull out too fast, that hit my brain exactly right. I had to pause more than once, no joke. My keyboard was suffering. On the other hand, some faces look a little goofy in a few CG, like she’s half-orgasm, half meme. I still screenshotted them.

What I liked most is how the game pretends to give you “choice” and then punishes your curiosity like a horny dungeon master. You think, ok, support the holy guys, maybe that’s the safe route, then the Inquisition just slaps a collar on Ariana and uses “cleansing rituals” that are basically public bukkake with holy symbols in the background. She’s on her knees in the church hall, one priest after another finishing on her face and tits, and there’s this short moment where she wipes the cum from her eyes and you can see the exact second shame starts turning into hunger. Same with the orgy faction, you join because “haha sex cult funny” and suddenly you are breeding stock. There is this backyard scene where she gets taken on a bench, raw, by some masked guy while another one jerks off on her stomach and they talk very casually about her maybe getting pregnant from the previous ritual. Nobody cares what she wants, only if she can still walk afterward. And yeah, there is pregnancy, it’s not just dirty talk. Later on she wakes up, hand on her belly, and that tiny little swell is visible. No cutscene fanfare, just quiet and fucked up in a hot way. I was actually searching like a freak for hidden scenes, clicking every barrel and door, because there are these secret masturbation bits too, where she’s alone in some attic, fingering herself fast, muttering she doesn’t need anyone, while remembering earlier tentacles filling her. She lies. The world is small but packed, and sometimes the pacing sucks, sometimes a quest drags, but then you stumble into another unexpected scene where she’s getting railed in some corner and it all feels worth it again, like you really are digging into a dirty little secret the dev buried there on purpose.

You play a guy who really hit rock bottom. Fired from teaching, reputation trashed, no one in a normal school wants you near a classroom anymore. Then this strange, elite academy for rich brats calls and says, “We’ll give you one last shot.” Of course it’s not that simple. The place looks like a mix between prestige prep school and high-end hostess lounge, and someone thought it was a brilliant idea to turn the students into the main attraction to keep the school alive. That’s your job now: pretend to be their teacher, secretly manage a softcore-to-not-so-softcore sex club, and slowly decide how far these spoiled girls are going to fall for you, for money, or both.

Classes in the daytime feel almost like a joke. They sit there in their fancy uniforms, legs crossed, staring out the window like they’re above everything, while you’re trying to drag their grades from absolute trash to barely acceptable. Then, once the sun’s down, you’re going over costume choices for the club. You pick which girl is going to play innocent idol, which one goes full teasing queen, who’s better staying behind the bar and just leaning forward enough to make the rich clients forget what they came here for. Money comes in, stats go up, and with every night, the line between teacher and pimp gets thinner. Sometimes you’re in your office, pretending to grade homework, and one of them slips in, closes the door and sits on your desk, skirt hiking up little by little while she asks why you gave her a low score. You know exactly what she’s offering to “fix” it. Half of the game is you trying to keep control; the other half is you getting off on watching them offer more than they promised yesterday.

The nicest part is how the corruption doesn’t hit like a hammer, it sneaks. A “strict” girl letting you adjust her lingerie for the first time before the club opens, blushing like crazy but still lifting her arms so you can hook the bra. A shy virgin who starts out terrified by the idea of flirting with strangers, then later gives you this hungry look after her first blowjob in a private room, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and whispering that she wants “extra lessons” with just you. There’s this one scene seared into my brain: you send a usually obedient student to a VIP booth as a test. She’s nervous as hell, knees shaking, but determined to impress you. A drunk old client pulls her onto his lap and gropes her under the table, and the camera angle holds just long enough to see her face glitch between disgust, confusion, and a tiny flicker of arousal she doesn’t understand yet. That quiet voyeur moment hits harder than any noisy sex animation later. One route lets you push them into full-on prostitution, bargaining behind thin curtains while you watch their silhouettes move, waiting outside like some twisted chaperone. Another path keeps them on the “just flirting and touching” side, but the way they tease you personally in the corridors, in empty classrooms, blowing you under the desk between classes, makes that so-called “safer” path feel even more intimate. The game keeps throwing you tiny choices that seem harmless, like letting a girl go braless under her uniform “for confidence”, then a week later you’re watching grainy mobile videos of her breasts bouncing on some rich bastard’s lap, recorded through a VIP booth window while you decide if you’re more turned on or furious. Nothing feels fully clean. Not the romance, not the sex, not your role. That’s kind of the charm. And the problem.

This thing looks at first like normal summer romance. Young couple, college vibes, cute girl Mary who acts all shy but wears those tiny shorts that ride up her ass every time the camera moves, boyfriend Satoshi who is way too relaxed about everything. You arrive at this fancy resort with palm trees and pools and those stupid water slides nobody ever uses, and you think ok, this will just be sunshine, sex, and a little teasing. Then uncle Kendo walks in with that fake cool-uncle smile and it all starts feeling dirty in the best possible way. He stares at Mary a bit too long during dinner, jokes about how “his nephew is a lucky man” while his eyes are glued to her tits, and Satoshi just laughs it off like an idiot. There is this early scene where Mary is in a swimsuit talking with Kendo near the pool bar, and the camera keeps cutting to the way the bikini top is just a bit too tight, her nipples trying to poke through the fabric, and you know this guy is done for. I actually paused there and thought, yeah, she is not going back home the same girl.

The fun part is how slow and mean the corruption feels. It is not just Kendo jumping her out of nowhere. First you get that “harmless” shoulder massage in the spa, his fingers slipping too low along her back, almost touching the band of her bra, Mary biting her lip and looking around to see if anyone is watching. Then later there is a beach scene at night where he gives her a drink, says something about Satoshi going to sleep early, the screen goes quiet for a second, and the next CG is her sitting a little closer, her thighs touching his. No big red flag, no giant blinking sign saying “NTR NOW”, just small things, like her glancing at his crotch for half a second, or him “accidentally” brushing his hand over her ass when he stands up. It feels like watching a dam crack, tiny lines at first, then more and more until the water pushes through and everything collapses. And when it finally does, it is not gentle. There is a room scene where Mary is giving Kendo a handjob in the dark while Satoshi sleeps in the same suite behind a thin wall, and you hear these muffled wet sounds mixed with Kendo’s breathing getting heavier, her whispering “we have to be quiet” while pumping his cock faster. That one broke me a little. I wanted to punch him and jerk off at the same time.

Sex-wise, it goes from almost innocent to absolutely filthy without losing that weird romantic tension. At first Mary is just blushing when he stares at her cleavage, pulling her skirt down when he comments on her legs, but later you get her riding him in the hot spring, water splashing, her big tits bouncing while she tries to keep her voice low so the other guests will not hear. There is this amazing shot where his cock is buried inside her, they show the outline pressing against her stomach, and she whispers Satoshi’s name by mistake, then corrects herself and moans “Kendo-san” instead. It hits extra hard because earlier she was all “I love my boyfriend, I would never cheat” while hugging a pillow like an anime heroine. There is also one fucked up scene in the storage room, after she gets caught “accidentally” letting some guy grope her ass near the elevator. Kendo gets mad, pins her against the wall, hand over her mouth, and rams into her raw, creampie right there between boxes and cleaning tools, then pulls out and tells her to go back to Satoshi with his cum leaking from her pussy. The game keeps pretending there is maybe some kind of twisted love in all this, but honestly, half the time it just feels like Mary discovers she really likes being used and watched. And yeah, Satoshi stays mostly clueless, looking for her around the resort while she is on her knees under a table, taking Kendo’s cock down her throat during a “family” dinner. I forgot what point I wanted to make, but that moment when she wipes a bit of semen from the corner of her lips and smiles at her boyfriend like nothing happened, that stuck more in my brain than any final ending.

I don’t know if it’s nostalgia or just the way this mash-up pulls from two totally different fantasies, but it feels messy in that good way, like a dream you half-remember after waking up too fast. The school side hits first: corridors full of whispering students, Hermione giving that annoyed little glare before the next “lesson,” and the weird moral line you keep crossing without even noticing when it stopped being tutoring and started being something else entirely. There’s this slow rot of innocence that sneaks up behind the jokes, and suddenly you realize you’re more curious about how far she’ll go than whether you’re teaching her anything. It’s uncomfortable and hot at the same time - like scrolling through old Tumblr smut at 3 a.m., knowing you shouldn’t but still clicking next.

Then the palace parts crash in: silks, gold, and Jasmine’s smug grin when she figures out you’re not as in control as you pretend to be. The management angle is half broken in the funniest way, but it sort of works because it mirrors the chaos of what’s happening on screen. I kept getting distracted by tiny details - the sound when she snaps the fan shut, the way the dialogue occasionally loops like it’s mocking you. There’s mind control, sure, but it feels more like mutual corruption, everyone pretending they’re the one pulling strings. Sometimes it goes overboard with the groping scenes, sometimes it’s unexpectedly tender; I can’t decide if that’s bad pacing or just the dev’s twisted sense of humor.

Minor gripe: the milk thing… why is that there? Never got an answer. Still, I caught myself grinning when I noticed a character wearing a costume that shouldn’t exist in that universe, like a secret meme between perverts. If you play it, don’t rush. Let the dialogue drag, let the awkward pauses breathe. That’s where the filth really builds - inside those quiet seconds when no one’s pretending anymore.

Priscila looks like every glossy fashion app ad on Instagram at first glance, but this thing doesn’t even pretend to be wholesome once you start clicking. She’s a teen model just getting noticed, all soft smiles, skinny frame, fancy clothes, that “I’m not sure what I’m doing here but I like the attention” vibe. The fun part is how fast the shine on that lifestyle turns into something way dirtier. One moment she’s practicing poses in front of a mirror, taking innocent selfies in the dressing room, adjusting her bra so it doesn’t show through the top, and the next she’s got a director leaning too close, fingers on her waist, telling her to “relax” while his hand slides lower. You see that slow shift where she tells herself it’s just part of the job, just a bit of touching for the camera, just a sexy shoot. Then the “shoot” becomes him guiding her hand to his crotch, or asking her to open her lips a little more while his eyes are definitely not looking at her face. Her first handjob feels weirdly intimate, because she’s half ashamed and half proud that she can make him groan so quick. She acts like she hates it, but also stares at the mess on her fingers like it’s something powerful.

What I liked is that the game doesn’t rush straight to gangbang insanity in thirty seconds. You get this long tease stage where she keeps trying to stay “professional” while everyone around her is testing limits. The manager tells her to wear a sheer top with no bra “for the lighting”, the female photographer adjusts her pose by cupping Priscila’s tits from behind a little too long, there’s some slow lesbian tension where a kiss that’s “for the camera” turns into tongue and quiet little moans between shots. You get scenes where she’s alone in her apartment, scrolling through comments about her on Twitter and Telegram, reading horny DMs, hand drifting into her panties, masturbating while remembering how his fingers pressed into her thigh, or how that one assistant “accidentally” brushed her nipple. Then later that same girl is on her knees doing oral on a guy she swore she hated, gagging slightly while her mascara runs, and the game just lingers on it. Group scenes feel like a twisted upgrade of a normal fashion party: too much champagne, a “private” afterparty, one guy’s hand groping her ass while another one unzips, a woman behind her kissing her neck while she’s pushed down on a couch and her panties disappear somewhere. There’s vaginal scenes where she’s riding someone for “practice” for a role, pretending it’s all acting, even as she starts grinding harder, and then there’s harassment bits where she doesn’t really get to say no at all, just freezes while hands explore everywhere. Some shots are nicely animated, some look a bit rough and plasticky, but weirdly that cheap vibe fits the corruption feel, like a casting couch video that got too long and turned into a life. It’s messy, sometimes too on-the-nose, sometimes surprisingly hot, and Priscila going from shy girl adjusting her skirt to a model casually spreading her legs for a whole group without even pulling her blouse back down in between is the kind of filthy arc that sticks in your head.