The prodigal detective crawling back to a town actually called Bolsdip already tells you what kind of ride this is. You show up with a badge, a half-broken sense of duty and way too much curiosity for your own good, and the game just throws you straight into that mix of cheap mystery and shameless horny nonsense. College campus on one side, sleepy suburb on the other, and in between you’ve got this weird tension where every person seems either suspicious, fuckable, or both at the same time. One moment you’re clicking through clues on a murder board, the next you’re in a cramped office with the “good-looking” professor leaning over your shoulder just a bit too close, her blouse stretched tight because yeah, the game really likes big everything: tits, asses, egos, and problems. That first scene where she “helps” you analyze evidence and casually presses her huge chest on your arm while asking if you miss high school? That’s when it clicks this is less CSI and more “how long till someone ends up riding the MC on a desk with papers flying everywhere”.

The pacing is dirty in a good way. It pretends to be a serious visual novel with noir mood and a bit of psychological tension, then suddenly you’re in the MILF neighbor’s kitchen at night, helping her “fix” the sink, water splashing, her shirt getting wet and transparent, and she just bends over way too far. She does that fake-innocent small talk, but you can see the outline of her bra and her ass practically begging for a spanking every time you misclick and look at it too long. The game loves to tease; it will give you a slow burn chat, some flirty choices, a little blackmail setup here and there, and then, out of nowhere, it drops a full-blown scene where she’s on her knees, lipstick smearing on your cock, drool running down her chin while she stares up at you like “detective, don’t you dare pull out”. It goes from shy neighbor to “swallowing your load and licking the tip clean” very fast, and then acts like nothing happened the next day when she’s watering her plants in just a robe. And yeah, the mystery about what’s actually rotting inside Bolsdip kind of keeps you curious, but honestly I spent more time trying to trigger every filthy event than caring who killed who. That part where you find a hidden little collectible in a location tied to a girl and it unlocks some extra naughty “gift” scene feels silly and gamey, but when the reward ends up being the professor using a vibrator on herself in her office chair while talking on the phone like nothing’s wrong, it’s hard to complain with a straight face.

You wake up in thick, ugly dark, that kind of black where your phone screen would feel like a religious experience. Instead you get candles, old stone, and a skeleton talking shit about your sins like it’s been scrolling through your browser history for centuries. Then there is her. The demon in chains, watching you like a porn addict watching the loading bar. She doesn’t just flirt. She peels you open. She talks about the hunger in you you don’t even tell your horny alt Twitter about. The stuff you only admit to yourself when Pornhub has you in that “one more clip” death spiral. She looks at you and it’s like she already knows you’d kiss her feet, let her grow taller than a building, or let her ride you until your morals crack first.

The whole thing plays like some weird mix of slow-burn romance, horny detective story, and psychological horror that really, really wants to fuck you up mentally before it fucks you physically. You poke around, point and click through clues, question voices that may be ghosts or just your brain glitching. One door shows up where it shouldn’t be. The demon asks what you want. Not in that cute dating sim way. More like: do you want to be owned, corrupted, shared, watched, turned into a toy? The longer you play, the more your “I’m just here for some quick fap” energy gets pulled into this mystery about who you actually are and why this prison feels like it was built around your kinks. Sometimes the game drops you into flashbacks that might be real, might be lies. A school hallway with that one teacher who looks too much like your first crush. A milf with a soft voice and a hard hand. Twins sharing secrets on your lap like it’s nothing. A demon girl whispering that she can grow, swell, stretch in all the places you want if you just say yes. The erotic scenes don’t rush. They tease. A handjob that starts as a threat. A blowjob delivered like a punishment. Her heel on your chest while she toys with herself, using you as background noise. You get feet on your face, ropes around your wrists, toys between your legs, tongue on tongue, and every so often you catch a shadow watching from the corner, like the universe itself is jerking off to your corruption. It’s not all femdom, but her energy sits on top of everything. She can be soft, almost romantic, then talk about creampie and pregnancy like it’s another kind of sentence for your “crimes.” One path leans into harem chaos, bodies tangled, a succubus draining you while a futa demon strokes herself over your helpless mouth. Another path is more intimate and fucked up, like sleep sex that blurs into consent only because you clearly wanted it long before your eyes closed.

What I liked is how the sex keeps looping back into the story instead of feeling like random CGs thrown at you. That voyeur moment where you watch your “lover” get used by another demon, and the game just stares at you like: still enjoying this, detective? Or the scene where she grows and grows, her ass filling your whole view, and you feel tiny and pathetic under her heel, yet you beg for more. Or that one quiet bit where she curls around you in bed, tail on your thigh, and talks in this soft voice about how people always leave, then five minutes later she is riding you raw and telling you your body is hers now and you’ll give her a dozen loads if she wants. The horror creeps in between orgasms. Little touches. Faces in the walls. A baby cry that isn’t there. A choice to protect someone that somehow turns into public humiliation and exhibition, everyone watching while she milks you and praises you for being such a good little liar. It’s messy, horny, uncomfortable, hot, and a bit too real in places where it pokes at jealousy and cheating and that ugly thrill of seeing someone you “love” take another cock because you secretly want it. And then the skeleton laughs again like a fucked up DJ drop and you realize you’ve been here longer than you meant to and you’re already planning which kink road to fall down next.

It starts weirdly quiet. Not in a bad way, just that kind of hush before something slightly improper happens. The game doesn’t rush you, which is both nice and annoying. You wander around this countryside village that smells like rain-soaked hay (well, it feels like that), and every corner hides someone who stares just a bit too long at the human in town. They’re fluffy, sure, but not in a cartoon way - more like that almost-real softness that makes you forget you’re staring at a screen. The first time the fox girl leans in too close, the sound mix actually made me swallow hard. Her voice isn’t polished; it trembles, and maybe the dev didn’t mean to make it that intimate, but it works. I laughed when she called me “city boy” in that half-teasing tone. Then immediately felt like she knew something I didn’t.

The “sandbox” part? Yeah, you can roam, talk, screw up conversations, sneak glances. It’s less about grinding stats and more about catching moments - like when the cow girl hums while milking (herself? not clear) and you pretend not to look. The animation jitters a bit on mobile, but whatever. The AI drawings sometimes melt at the edges, and that makes them feel oddly alive. There’s this scene behind the barn - half sunlight, half moan - and I wasn’t sure if I should feel romantic or guilty. Probably both. I tried to replay it, thought it’d lose the spark, but it didn’t. Oh, and the cat girl who keeps flicking her tail during oral scenes? She knows exactly what she’s doing. You’ll get it when you see her smile right before - well, yeah.

Anyway, I keep telling myself I’m playing for the story. Total lie. But also not. There’s something about being the only human surrounded by creatures who act more human than most people. Maybe that’s the kink: not the sex, but the feeling that someone finally looks at you like you’re the strange one. And honestly, that’s hotter than it should be.

Jade’s world already feels tired when you meet her. City still smells like smoke from a war everyone pretends to remember, but no one really talks about except when they want sympathy or an excuse to hate someone. And Jade, poor thing, is the walking excuse. First futanari in her bloodline for generations, stuck playing the good little officer while hiding the thick, hungry truth between her legs. That secret tension clings to every scene, like the air before a storm. People feel something is off with her, even if they don’t know what. They stare a little too long at her crotch, they comment on her “odd aura”, they flinch when she walks past in the station corridors. And you can feel it pushing on her, pressing her into bad decisions and worse temptations.

Then the investigation starts. Someone she actually cared about ends up dead, and she has to poke around all the ugly corners of her own family and community. It’s not a clean detective story. One evening she’s interrogating a proud, thick-thighed widow with tits spilling out of her black dress, next evening she’s in a cramped kitchen with a nervous virgin cousin who can’t stop blushing every time Jade leans in too close. The game loves this slow, sexual pressure. Jade uses her status, her rank, but mostly her body. You click a dialogue option that looks harmless, and suddenly you’re pinning a bratty girl against a wall, fingers deep in her pussy while she tries not to moan loud enough for her parents to hear in the next room. Or you try to play Jade noble, professional, and the writing still leaks filth under the door: a “routine search” that turns into gloved fingers tracing along the waistband of panties, a pat-down that lingers on a big ass a bit too long, a suspect forced to strip “for security reasons” and left shaking while Jade’s bulge gets harder in her uniform.

What surprised me most is how messy the family angle is. Incest is not tossed as joke, it just crawls in naturally from the edges. Jade’s twin relatives, for example, are trouble. They look almost identical from the back, both with soft curves and asses that bounce when they argue. At first they act disgusted by futanari, call Jade a freak, but you can see the corruption working on them, tiny step by tiny step. A shared bath that lasts too long. One of them “accidentally” grinding on Jade’s lap while trying to reach something on a high shelf. The other one walking in and not leaving, just watching, cheeks red, when Jade’s hand slips under the towel. It feels wrong, of course it does, but the writing never apologizes. The game wants you to push them both over the edge. It wants you to fuck them until they stop calling you monster and start begging “sister” for another creampie, their bellies already a bit swollen and you not caring if it’s from food or maybe something else starting to grow.

And Jade herself is not some pure hero corrupted by the world. She enjoys it. That’s the part I liked and also hated. When she has a scared boy on his knees in front of her, clearly a virgin, crying that futanari ruin people, she still grabs his hair and makes him take her cock in his mouth. He gags, eyes tearing, but you can choose to be gentle or to humiliate him, rub his face against her big shaft and make him thank her for the taste. For a futa-on-male scene, it hits hard because he never fully stops being terrified. One moment you think she might let him go, in the next she is pushing into his tight ass, whispering into his ear how he belongs to her now. It’s ugly in a hot way, and sometimes the opposite.

Most of the sex leans lesbian, though, and that’s where the game really breathes. Cops, criminals, housewives, tough fighters with scars, soft girls with big tits and bigger asses, pregnant women trying to act like nothing is different while their nipples are extra sensitive and they squirm when Jade’s tongue circles them. There is this one scene with a humiliated ex-officer, stripped of rank and clothes, forced to stand naked in front of Jade and a small group of onlookers. Her hands are tied, her face burning, but her pussy is wet and shining. You can decide if Jade uses fingers, tongue, or just her thick cock to break her down, while everyone watches her lose control and squirt on the floor like some cheap whore. It’s cruel and strangely intimate at the same time. The story pretends this is about “justice”, but the camera and the writing know why you’re really here.

Pregnancy and creampie content is threaded in like a curse. Futanari are supposed to be salvation, right? Capable of breeding fertile women even when normal men fail. So of course the game takes that and makes it dirty. Jade fills wombs like a habit. A shy virgin who promised herself she’d wait until marriage, bent over a desk and fucked until her legs shake, then you get that view of cum leaking out slowly and the text hinting at “a life that might start from tonight”. A tough lesbian fighter who always swore she didn’t need any cock, lying on her back, belly already slightly round from earlier encounters, while Jade pumps another load into her greedy hole. Corruption here isn’t only mental, it’s physical, etched in swollen bellies and missed cycles and girls holding their stomachs while thinking of her.

Sometimes it gets almost tender. After a particularly rough scene of group sex, where a circle of women pass Jade’s cock around like a toy, sharing kisses sticky with each other’s juices, there’s a short quiet moment. Jade lying between two lovers, one dark-skinned with thick hips, the other pale and freckled, both marked by her seed inside them. They talk about the war, about how futanari were meant to “save humanity” and now everyone is just scared of being used as breeding stock. Jade listens and doesn’t really answer. Her hand moves lazily though, stroking a soft thigh, playing with a nipple, always ready to start again. She’s both the wound and the balm, and the game clearly enjoys that contradiction too much.

There is anal, of course, and oral, and messy handjobs against alley walls where nervous girls jerk her off like they fear the cock and crave it at the same time. There are humiliations that feel almost mean, like spitting on a girl’s face while she begs to be filled, and there are surprisingly gentle mornings where Jade kisses a lover’s neck and eats her out until she forgets there is even a dead body waiting for justice. The investigation plot moves forward in strange rhythm, sometimes lost under the weight of horny scenes, but when clues show up they often come wrapped in sweat and moans. A stolen document discovered only because you flipped a girl on her stomach and noticed the edge of paper under her pillow while her ass was raised for you.

It’s not a game for people who want clean lines between good and bad. Or between family and lover. Or between comfort and degradation. In one route you might end with a whole harem of sisters, cousins, colleagues, all marked by your cum, some pregnant, some desperate to be next. In another, you ruin a proud man’s life by turning him into your trembling toy, his mouth and ass trained to open for you on command. Sometimes the sex feels like salvation, sometimes like echo of the war that never finished. Jade walks through all of it with a hard cock and a soft heart that she keeps pretending she doesn’t have.

And the story never really decides if she is the salvation of humanity or just its favorite sin.

New Antioch feels like what happens when some horny bastard reads too much Berserk, too much FATE stuff on Reddit, and then decides to mash it together with corruption porn and a ton of political drama. You play this bastard enforcer, basically the boogeyman of a mining province, the guy they send when somebody needs to disappear or when the mine hits something that looks suspiciously like an ancient god’s prostate. The tone swings hard: one scene you are knee deep in blood, watching someone’s head pop like a melon, next scene you are teasing a noble milf over a goblet of wine while she pretends she is not staring at your cock through your armor. The whole city feels rotten. Like Pornhub fanfic written by someone who actually understands feudal politics. There is that dystopian “everything is dying slowly” vibe, but at the same time the game is horny as hell about bloodlines and breeding, like the world is ending yet everyone still has the energy to choke each other during sex. You go from back-alley blowjobs with slaves who should absolutely not be this into you, to awkward, sweeter scenes with virgins that somehow still manage to mix romance and humiliation in the same breath. One girl looks at you like you are her savior while you have your hand around her throat. I am not complaining.

What I like is that it does not pretend you are a gentle hero. You start as this feared hitman, and the game lets you lean into it. Some scenes go full rough: hair pulling, being forced to your knees or forcing someone else, facefucking in some ruined hallway while corpses are literally still bleeding on the floor. Other moments flip the script with netori stuff where you are calmly banging someone’s wife while her husband is in the next room, or maybe on the battlefield thinking she is praying for him. There is a good amount of teasing too, not just instant porn: a milf merchant who keeps pretending you are only a tool for protection while slowly letting you touch more skin each visit, or a monster encounter that starts like a horror event and ends with you getting your cock worshipped by something with too many teeth. The humor is weirdly sharp, like the dev plays a lot of roguelikes and could not resist slipping in some meta jokes about “loot tables” when you strip a noble girl naked and call it “searching for hidden artifacts.” Sometimes the pacing is a bit all over the place, one moment you are planning how to sabotage a faction and five clicks later you are naked and covered in someone’s spit, but that chaos is kind of the charm. I wish the moral consequences hit harder, but honestly the moment I am balls-deep in some trembling noble brat, while her city burns in the background, I forget I was supposed to care about politics at all.

Reborn in this world, you don’t wake up as some overpowered hero with plot armor. You grow into your stats like a real person, a horny one, who slowly learns how this messed up fantasy system works. From the very start the game feels like a strange mix of isekai light novel, filthy smut magazine and old school text RPG. Numbers, choices, dirty thoughts. You pick your class, poke through menus, obsess over a few points of Strength because you know every little bonus might be the difference between fucking the monster girl on her back or getting pinned by her thighs and used like a toy. The writing leans hard into that feeling that the world is watching you grow, judging you by your level and still totally happy to get on their knees if you impress them. Or crush you in bed if you don’t.

What I liked is how the sexual side is not just a reward screen slapped after a fight. It seeps into the whole journey. A dungeon fight turns into a negotiation with a smug lamia who suggests “alternative payment”. A failed persuasion check with a futa knight doesn’t just mean you reload, it means she flips you, presses that heavy cock against your ass and suddenly you learn what “losing” really means. The game keeps asking what kind of protagonist you want to be: the classic dick-swinging male hero collecting a harem like loot, or a futa/trans lead who walks into town and instantly scrambles everyone’s sexuality. Both work, both get content, and the humor hits better than it has any right to. One second you are laughing at some dumb reference to isekai tropes, next second you are reading a surprisingly hot anal scene with a goblin alchemist who talks way too much about “experiments” while she rides you raw. It has this messy charm, like a horny fanfic that got a stat screen and never sobered up.

What keeps it interesting is how everything runs on that turn based brain. Every fight is a little puzzle. Managing skills, buffs, position, deciding if you risk more HP for a big finish or play safe because you want to save stamina for what happens after combat. There is strategy, sometimes a bit grindy, sometimes clumsy, but it grows on you. You run into a demon girl in a deeper dungeon, survive her spells by a hair, and instead of a simple “victory” the text slides into her grudging respect, then her licking your wounds, then casually asking if you prefer pussy or ass while already pushing you down. The harem angle sneaks up too, one day you realize your camp is full of completely different girls and futas, each with their own kinks, all half-jealous, half-hungry, and the game just lets you juggle them like it’s normal. It is not perfect, some scenes feel rushed, some jokes miss, some menus are ugly as sin and a few moments make you wish there was one more line of foreplay, but then you get a new event where a proud warrior princess reluctantly offers herself as a “reward” and you forget to complain. The fantasy, the filth, the stats, it all melts together into that specific flavor of isekai trash that you tell yourself you will quit after this dungeon, after this sex scene, after this level up and of course you don’t.

Magistrate Academy feels like walking into a strict, fucked‑up dream where everyone somehow agreed that orgasms are a valid form of homework. You show up at this fancy international school, shiny halls, neat uniforms, quiet whispers, and underneath that clean look the whole place vibrates with this low, dirty tension. Doors click shut behind you, heels on the floor, faint moans slipping out from a classroom that is supposed to be “remedial discipline”. The game leans hard on its point & click style, so you’re not rushing through it, you’re stalking through it. You click something, it reacts, a girl glances over her shoulder like she knows you’re watching. The 3D models have this soft, warm look that fits the whole mood: not too glossy, not too ugly either, just real enough that when a girl spreads her legs on the Headmistress’ desk you feel that tiny twist in your gut. And the animation sells it. Hips rolling slowly during a titfuck on the teacher’s chair, spit glistening around a girl’s lips while she’s gagging on your cock, the tight flinch when a virgin student is first pushed down over your lap for a spanking she pretends she doesn’t deserve.

The hook, for me, is the Magistrate role. You don’t just pick dialogue for flirting, you choose who gets dragged in for “correction” and who gets “rewarded” in front of a whole class that pretends not to stare. One moment you’re in a quiet dorm room while a shy lesbian girl is secretly fingering herself under her blanket, whispering another girl’s name, and the next you’re in a ritual‑lit chamber, using magical restraints to suspend a trembling student in the air with her legs wide open and a buzzing toy pressed deep inside her. The paranormal flavor slips in quietly: candles that light on their own, a mirror that shows the girls’ naked bodies instead of their uniforms, a charm that makes nipples insanely sensitive. It’s not the boring “mind control, they’re all puppets” thing. They beg, they resist, they cry, they get wet anyway. There is BDSM, there is slave play, there is public humiliation where a girl is forced to masturbate in front of her classmates while you keep telling her to hold eye contact. And sometimes the pacing drags, scenes talk too much, text boxes stacking up on my monitor while I just want to bend someone over the lab table already, but then it hits you with a slow, almost romantic blowjob in the dark music room, your hand on the back of her head while the piano plays on its own like some horny ghost is clapping along. It is harem territory, of course, because why stop at one girl when you can line up three kneeling students, collars around their throats, all looking up at you with those big ahegao faces once you start using toys on them one by one. The academy setting makes the voyeurism even hotter: glass walls, open doors, a hallway camera that lets you watch two girls eating each other out in a storage room while you sit in your magistrate chair, stroking yourself like it’s the most normal paperwork in the world. Stuff like that sticks with you, even when a few UI clicks feel clumsy and the romance parts sometimes feel too sweet for a world where a “bad grade” can end with a collar, a leash, and your cock buried in a punished, dripping mouth.

Being a night security guy in this game feels less like a job and more like walking into somebody’s horny fever dream that forgot about HR. You’re stuck between cameras, dark corridors and a mafia family that treats you half like a pet, half like a toy. The boss’s daughter looks at you like you’re a virgin prize she wants to unwrap herself, but then talks like she already rehearsed every dirty thing she’ll make you do. I liked that, actually. She flirts in this annoying way where she pretends to be innocent, sits on the desk, spreads her legs just a bit too wide, and asks you if the cameras see everything. There’s a lot of this voyeur stuff, watching girls on monitors while they think they’re alone, touching themselves, pressing their tits to the glass, bending over to “check something” and clearly knowing you’re looking. Sometimes the game just lets you sit there and stare, no dialog, no mini-game, just her hand sliding inside her panties while the red light of the camera blinks. It’s filthy in a lazy way that feels real.

Story jumps around like a drunk guy trying to explain three things at once. One moment you’re checking doors, next you’re dragged into a smoky back room with mafia goons talking about “loyalty” while their mistress is under the table stroking your dick with her foot and pretending nothing is happening. It feels wrong, in the good porn way. There’s this older woman, clear milf energy, with expensive dress and dead serious face, and when she finally gets you alone she goes straight for your belt, no romance talk. She wants control, makes you kneel, uses your mouth like a tool, then wipes your own cum on your cheek like she’s marking property. In other scenes, you end up in messy group situations where you’re on your back and there’s just asses and mouths everywhere, one girl riding you raw, another licking your balls, somebody’s tongue on your ass, and the game does not rush the moment when you finally shoot. Sometimes it lands on a face, sometimes deep inside, and it actually shows her dripping after a creampie instead of just cutting away, which is rare and hot as hell, even if the animation looks a bit stiff sometimes. Also the feet stuff is all over the place, some characters just randomly push their toes into your mouth while you’re trying to give them oral, like it’s the most normal thing.

Not everything hits. There’s this whole seduction / corruption angle where you slowly push a shy girl over the edge, first making her touch herself on camera, later letting you finger her in some dusty storage room while she whispers that she shouldn’t do this. It’s sexy, but the dialog sometimes feels like it was written in Google Translate, and I say that as a non-native speaker who abuses Google Translate daily. Still, there’s a weird charm in that broken English, like cheap porn subtitles where “I will satisfy your desire” sounds both awkward and horny. POV scenes are intense when they work: you see her lips around your cock, tongue swirling, spit dripping, your hand in her hair, and then for no reason the camera angle changes to something less good right when she’s about to swallow. It pissed me off more than it should. You can get threesomes where two girls argue over who gets your load, then decide to share and make you cum twice, one in the mouth, one in the ass, and then they laugh about how useless you look lying there spent. And somewhere behind all this, you’re still technically a security guard surrounded by criminals, watching them break people and also break each other’s holes, but honestly I forgot the “job” part half the time because the game keeps throwing handjobs in back rooms, rough anal on office desks, chained wrists on leather couches, and quiet lesbian scenes in the showers where you only see them through foggy glass and a blinking security feed.

The whole thing feels like somebody mashed a horny fever dream with a scuffed RPG and then said “yeah, good enough, ship it.” You’re this demon who basically woke up with your memories padlocked, tossed into this classy-but-not-really pleasure house where everyone wants something from you, including your body, your soul, and your mana bar. The place looks like a luxury brothel run by demons who took a self‑help course on “maximizing lust potential” and then forgot half of it. Every hallway feels like it’s whispering “you’re gonna fuck something here later” and usually it’s right. You start off weak, confused, and already surrounded by women who either want to ride you, use you, or turn you into their favorite toy while pretending it’s “training.” One demoness literally greets you like you’re a broken vibrator she’s excited to fix. Story goes all serious about saving a beloved and healing some broken soul, then five minutes later you’re in a room with a succubus pinning you to a chair, asking you what kind of pussy you like while she grinds on your lap to “measure your potential.” It’s very spiritual. In a very not spiritual way.

Gameplay itself swings between “huh, that’s cool” and “why the fuck is this so slow.” You’ve got stats, skills, choices that actually shift scenes around, and these power‑up moments where your demon abilities flare up mid sex scene. Like, imagine pounding a demon girl, she’s on all fours, clawing the bedsheets, and the game suddenly says your power surges, your aura spreading, her body reacting harder, wetter, more desperate. You pick if you overwhelm her or tease her to insanity, and the dialogue changes so she either ends up worshipping you like a god or cursing you while still begging for more. That stuff hits nice. Other times, you’re stuck listening to a five minute monologue about demonic rules of the House when all you wanted was to get back to the red‑haired girl promising you a “reward” for winning a small duel. And yeah, the harem angle is full throttle. You slowly collect this band of women around you: ambitious demons trying to reach the “Hall of Fame,” cute humans pretending they’re in control, one quiet one that looks like she’s gonna be the soft one and then she rides you like she’s trying to rewrite your spine. Vaginal sex is the main dish here and the dev knows it. You’re spreading legs in private rooms, training halls, baths, even a “ceremonial chamber” that’s basically a fancy way of saying “fuck pit” while everyone politely pretends it’s a holy ritual. Your superpowers slip into the sex in nice ways, too: enhancing sensation, stretching time, making them feel every slow thrust like a shock. Sometimes you’re the one getting overwhelmed though, locked between thighs while a demon girl drains you over and over, your health and energy bars crying while your dick has the time of its life. Feels unfair. Still kept clicking.

There’s this one bit where you try to reach that Hall of Fame thing and the House throws trials at you that are half combat, half seduction. So you’re fighting some cocky demon chick, exchanging blows, and suddenly the “fight” turns into her pinning you against the wall, licking your neck, asking if you want to “submit” as her little plaything. You can act dominant, shove her back on the bed, grab her hips and fuck her until she’s seeing stars, or you let her ride you raw while she keeps this smug grin, promising she’ll put in a good word for you if you cum on command. It’s silly and hot and sometimes awkward with how talky it gets, like the writer wanted to cram in deep lore between thrusts. There’s a recap in the menu for the prequel and it actually helps, but it also reminded me how much this game loves its own drama. One scene has you comforting this broken girl, soft and serious, then thirty seconds later she’s moaning under you, her legs wrapped around your waist, begging you not to stop while the text still talks about “mending her soul.” Feels like therapy, if therapy involved creampies. My only real complaint, aside from a few lines that sound like they’re written by a horny philosophy major, is that sometimes you get hyped for one girl and the game just yanks you away to some side character for a long chat. Then again the next time that same “side” girl is bouncing on your cock, trying to prove she deserves a spot in your future harem, so I forgot I was annoyed. That’s kinda how the whole thing goes. You get annoyed, then someone moans your name, and the screen fills with thighs and sweat, and suddenly the flaws feel like just part of the charm.