That locked door gimmick. Right. You're in a convenience store, heatwave outside, and suddenly you're not in a convenience store anymore. Some goth chick with a stare that could curdle milk has you trapped in her weird pocket dimension. And she just... talks. For the entire game. No sex. None. The tags say "no sexual content" and they fucking mean it, which is almost cruel when she's drawn with tits that defy physics and a mouth that keeps saying things that make your brain itch.

The mind control isn't what you think. She's not making you bark like a dog. It's worse. She's in your head, picking apart your memories, and you just sit there clicking through dialogue while she explains exactly why you're pathetic. Female domination through conversation. I kept waiting for a scene where she'd at least touch herself or something, but no. Just her voice, her eyes, that slight smirk. The voyeurism tag is a lie, by the way. You're not watching anyone. You're being watched. She's the one doing the looking, and you're the specimen under glass.

The art is 2D, deliberately rough, like sketches someone did during a boring lecture. The goth girl, she's all sharp angles and dark hair, simple clothes but the way her hips tilt when she leans against the counter. There's this one moment where she crosses her legs and the jeans pull tight and I actually held my breath. Then she started talking about my childhood fears and the boner died instantly. Wish there was a toggle to just make her shut up and pose. But that's not this game. This is a kinetic novel that edges you with words and never lets you finish. The humor is accidental, I think. Some lines are so over the top gothic that I snorted. "Your soul is a convenience store and I am the shoplifter." What does that even mean? The translation is probably to blame. Or maybe that's exactly what she said. With her, who knows.

Right, so this is supposed to be a Wednesday Addams parody. A goth girl management sim with turn based combat. Sounds like a fever dream, and honestly, it plays like one too. The AI cg is all over the place. Sometimes Viernes13, that's the Wednesday stand in, looks like she's about to drain your soul in a hot way. Other times her fingers melt into her dress and she has that dead eyed stare like a mannequin left in a sunbeam. The whole Ravenhollow village is full of monster girls, big tits and big asses everywhere, which is the point I guess. But the sandbox part, the gift giving and dates, it's a grind. A real slog through menus that feel like they were designed by someone who hates fingers.

The combat though. It's a turn based mess where you use... science? Against werewolves and vampires. I don't know. The animations during the fights are stiff, but then you get a creampie scene with a shapeshifter and the art suddenly has this weird, fluid quality. Like a different AI took over for the messy bits. The harem building is there, you're collecting these gothic monster girls, but the romance is paper thin. One minute you're giving a generic gift, the next she's talking about the Heart of Lugrenwald forest and then you're balls deep. No smooth transition. Just bam, oral sex, vaginal sex, the whole animated shebang. The sound effects during these scenes are a crime against my ears. A repetitive, wet slapping that loops badly.

Spent way too long trying to figure out the gift system. You get these items, right, and the descriptions are nonsense. Gave a vampire girl a "silver locket" and she acted like I handed her a live grenade. Makes no sense. The whole thing is an unpolished, buggy parody that leans hard into the Addams Family vibe without any of the charm. The explicit content is there, loads of it, but getting to it feels like fighting the game itself. And the main story about your doctoral thesis? Completely abandoned it after the first hour. Just another dude in a village full of horny monster girls. Not that I'm complaining about that part. The goth aesthetic is the only thing holding it together, and even that is just a thin coat of black paint over a very creaky engine.

The Thorn mansion loading screen is literally a pair of tits with a chandelier in the background and I knew right then this was gonna be some premium degenerate shit. You roll up as some tutor, supposed to teach these quadruplets, but the first thing the goth one does is bend over a desk to pick up a pencil she definitely didn't drop. Her skirt rides up and the ai cg just lingers there, like the game knows you're a perv and isn't gonna pretend otherwise.

What gets me is how the servant girl keeps catching you in hallways. Every single time. She's got this smirk and her uniform is straining at the buttons, big ass practically demanding a spanking animation that never comes. The teasing is relentless. You'll be trying to actually teach a lesson, some basic math or whatever, and suddenly the teacher character is pressing her chest against your arm asking if you need extra credit. The dialogue is so blunt it circles back around to being funny. One twin will whisper something filthy while her sister pretends not to hear, and the whole family is in on it somehow. Even the dad probably knows, that rich bastard.

The ai cg is weird though. Sometimes a hand looks like a claw. Sometimes the goth girl's face melts a little around the eyes. It's that uncanny valley shit where you're horny but also slightly disturbed, like jerking off to a mannequin that might blink. The mansion itself is just hallways and bedrooms, no real exploration, just clicking through scenes. I wish the twins had more distinct personalities beyond "the shy one" and "the one who says cock a lot." The family secrets they hint at are probably just that everyone wants to bang the tutor, which, fair. The quadruplets thing is barely used, they could've been two separate girls and nothing would change. Still, when that goth chick drags you into the library and the cg actually lines up right, no melted fingers, just her pale skin against those dark shelves, it hits different.

UNDAWN: Shackles Of Eternity feels like some horny cathedral fever dream that escaped from the back of your brain. World is all fucked up in a pretty way: twisted faith, dead gods that maybe still listen, cults that look like fashion week for goth sluts, and everyone pretending they care about truth while really just wanting power, pussy, or both. You follow Rhiannon, tall cold futa queen with that “I could bless you or ruin you and I’m bored enough to do both” vibe. She walks around like a fallen saint with a dick, smart as hell, never really smiling, but the second she pushes some trembling nun up against a stone wall and whispers in her ear, you can feel half the church losing their religion in real time. The game treats sex like part of the world, not a side dish. One moment you’re picking who to trust in a city full of liars, the next you’re balls deep in some pale monster girl with glowing eyes who moans like she’s remembering being human for five seconds. And it somehow makes sense.

The fun part is how it lets you build this messy, poly web of lovers around Rhiannon without pretending it’s all wholesome and clean. You can stack a harem of women who worship her, fear her, or both. One scene you’re in a ruined chapel with a stern knight girl who swears she hates you, and after three choices and a small miracle she’s on her knees, armor half undone, trying to keep her composure while Rhiannon pushes her cock down that proud throat. Next scene, a shy femboy acolyte, clearly in way over his head, kneeling in candlelight while she takes him slow, talking like she’s giving a sermon and fucking him like she’s rewriting his whole faith. Creampies are everywhere, and they’re not just for flavor. You leave someone filled and they start acting different, more clingy, more loyal, or more dangerously obsessed. The story quietly remembers who you fucked raw and who you didn’t. Sometimes it even hurts you for it in a very “you did this, bitch” kind of way. Oral scenes feel intimate, dirty, emotional at the same time. There’s this one moment where she eats out a monster girl on a sacrificial altar, tongue slick with cum and blood, and you’re like, alright, yes, I am going to hell and it looks like this.

Anal is treated like a real event, not just “oh and then that happened.” Rhiannon lining up behind some arrogant sorceress who thought she could control her, pulling her hips back and pushing in slow while magic circles flare on the walls. You can almost hear the “oh fuck” in the way her spell fails when she gets her ass properly wrecked. Vaginal stuff hits different with the gothic vibe, all soft moans echoing under stone arches while stained glass throws colors over sweaty bodies. And then the netori angle slips in quietly. You seduce someone who already belongs to another, or was supposed to. Maybe a warrior girl promised to some holy order, or that sweet femboy who actually had a lover. You watch them break, step by step, until their loyalty is in Rhiannon’s hands and between her legs. There are routes where you feel like a romantic demon, collecting hearts and holes at the same time. The game never holds your hand, never tells you you’re the hero. It just lets you fuck, feel, regret, and still push forward, one ruined soul and one sticky ritual at a time.

Darci is a mess in the most fun way. You start as this tall, thick, big tiddy goth elf chick with a cock, black feathers here and there like someone tried to sculpt a crow-girl in the dark and got horny halfway through. She walks into Avalonian society like she’s already tired of everyone’s bullshit, and honestly same. The game throws you into her head pretty fast: bad memories bubbling up, that underworld power pulsing in the background, and every time you think “ok, I’ll just spam this ability and break everything,” the story slaps your hand away with consequences. There was this scene where I used her power a bit too freely in a club full of monster girls, just to see what happens, and suddenly one of them looked way too afraid instead of turned on. It felt like the sex and the guilt sat in the same room and refused to ignore each other. Then two clicks later she’s getting her face sat on by some smug demon girl and you kind of forget you were supposed to feel bad. Brain whiplash but in a hot way.

What I liked is how the erotic moments sneak around the corner of her trauma, instead of pretending she’s some happy-go-lucky slut queen who never doubts anything. One minute she’s listening to some Avalonian snob explain how crow-blood is “exotic,” and you can choose if she swallows the insult or bites back. I picked the bitchy answer, of course, and it actually changed how that girl treated her when things got naked. She went from soft praise to this mocking, heavy teasing during a lesbian scene, calling her “little death bird” while riding her futa cock until feathers literally fluttered off. I was on my phone, on the couch, half distracted with Telegram pinging in the background, and then that line hit and I had to scroll back like, hold up, did she just say that. There’s a ton of tits in your face, big asses brushing past the screen, but there’s also that awkward moment when Darci is alone in a cheap rented room, staring at her reflection, wondering if she should just shapeshift away some of the “wrong” bits. I told her not to, then later some goth girl in a corset grabbed her hips and said she liked her exactly like this. Corny, yeah, but it worked on me. The only thing that annoyed me is one tiny UI thing where the back button sits weirdly close to the skip, I kept tapping the wrong one and cursing at my own thumb, and then forgot I was mad once a horny elf-on-elf scene started with wings brushing bare nipples. Typical.

Sex scenes flip between playful and mean in a way I don’t always see. There’s a futa-on-futa moment in some rundown chapel where stained glass throws red and blue over two huge pairs of boobs grinding together, and it’s filthy, with wet sounds described in way too much detail, but at the same time there’s this tiny line about Darci being scared of losing control and ripping the soul right out of her partner by accident. You’re clicking through, half with one hand, and suddenly you’re like, “oh shit, she might literally suck this girl into hell with an orgasm.” I love that kind of nonsense. Fantasy logic, zero safety protocols, maximum stakes. The monster girls feel more like weird roommates with benefits than empty porn dolls; a spider-girl casually tying her hair back with web while stroking Darci’s dick with two hands, complaining about Avalonian taxes in the same breath. Some choices don’t do much, some clearly twist the path, but it all fits that vibe of a goth futa elf crow trying to fake confidence while being horny and haunted at the same time. It’s messy, it stumbles, sometimes a line of dialogue lands flat, sometimes a scene goes way harder than you expect and you just sit there blinking at the screen like “ok, that escalated fast.” Which kind of fits her perfectly, to be honest.

The blood spatter effect is genuinely terrible. Like someone just dragged a red smear tool across the screen in MS Paint and called it a day. I spent way too long staring at it, wondering if the dev even owns a tablet. The rest of the art though, the character designs, they have this rough, almost uncomfortable quality that fits the gothic demon stuff perfectly. It’s not polished, it’s jagged, and it makes the nudes feel more raw than sexy. Which is the point, I think.

The sound design is just a low hum and some wet noises. No voice acting, which is a crime for a visual novel about supernatural domination. You’re telling me a demon with superpowers who’s about to tear your soul out wouldn’t have something terrifying to whisper? Missed opportunity. But the silence, the empty air between dialogue choices, it builds a weird pressure. I clicked through a scene where a character’s bisexual awakening gets violently interrupted by a survival horror moment, and the lack of music made my own apartment feel too quiet. I had to open a window.

The pacing is like a party where someone spikes the punch but you don’t know who. One minute you’re in a slow, erotic visual novel conversation, the next you’re making a choice that gets someone’s throat ripped out. The domination themes aren’t just kink, they’re the core mechanic. You crave, you submit, or you die. I got a bad ending because I thought picking the submissive dialogue would unlock a scene, but no, the demon just laughed and the screen went black. The heterosexual and bisexual paths seem to blur together in the gothic setting, which is interesting. It’s all about power, not labels. The nsfw content is explicit but never feels like a reward. It’s a trap. I’m still not sure if the clunky UI is a bug or a feature to make you feel helpless. Probably a bug. I don’t care. I need to see the other endings now.

The way Kendra’s tits sit in that torn teacher’s robe, you know the kind of game this is before the first dialogue box even closes. It’s that gothic 3DCG look where the skin is too smooth, like a doll you’d find in a locked cabinet, and the shadows under her cheekbones could cut glass. I loaded it up while the laundry was spinning, thinking I’d just check the mystery plot about the missing rector. Then the vampire witch with the neck tattoo gives you a look and the whole “investigation” becomes a lesson in how many different ways a monster girl can pin you to a desk.

The oral sex scenes are where the ahegao tag really earns its keep. There’s a moment with a student who’s got these massive, vein detailed breasts and the eyes roll back so far it’s almost a jumpscare. A sexy jumpscare. The teasing mechanic is weird, you just click and hold while the dialogue loops, and I wish it had more feedback but honestly I forgot my own name during the BDSM scene with the female domination subplot. The creampie finish is, well, generous. It’s messy in that specific, glossy way these games love. The romance path with the monster character is supposed to be forbidden but the dialogue is so blunt it’s like being hit with a brick that says “we will now have vaginal sex.” I’m not complaining. It’s just. Direct.

The fantasy setting is just a backdrop for power struggles that end with someone’s legs behind their head. The school setting is barely a school, more like a series of dimly lit rooms where everyone is plotting or horny. Mostly both. The mystical element is Kendra’s whole vampire witch thing, but it mostly just means her eyes glow during the big ass shots. I spent too long on a minor choice about a book in the library that changed nothing. The soundtrack tried to be atmospheric but my phone’s speaker made it sound like a haunted microwave. Still. That one scene with the teasing, the one where you just have to watch and not click anything, I had to put the phone down and check if the kids were really asleep. You know.