Mai Shiranui is absolutely plastered and wandering into some magic forest, tits out, and a bad elf decides tonight's the night to drain her. The whole thing is a clicker where you tap a rectangle until a meter fills, then the scene advances. That's it. No skill tree, no combo system, just your finger or mouse doing the lord's work while Mai moans and the elf goes to town on those massive knockers.

The art is rough, like someone sketched it on a napkin after a long shift, but honestly that's part of the charm. Her boobs are comically huge, the kind that would break a real woman's spine, and the elf looks like a gremlin who won a lottery. The animation is basically two frames of jiggle, but the sound design carries it. Wet slurps, drunk giggles, the occasional "harder" whispered in that broken English. I caught myself laughing at how absurd it got around the third scene, then immediately clicked faster because the meter was almost full.

One thing that bugs me, the meter resets if you stop clicking for like two seconds. So no bathroom breaks. Also the background forest is just a green smear, which I wish had more detail, but it won't. The minigame part is just clicking, no timing, no pattern, so if you want a challenge this ain't it. But for a quick fap before bed, it does the job. Mai's drunk face when the elf first latches on is worth a screenshot, and the moment her eyes roll back is another. Third one I'd save is when she tries to push him away but her hand just flops onto his head. Classic.

The cauldron bubbles with a sickly green light and the sorceress hiccups, her gothic lolita dress suddenly three sizes too small. I wasn't expecting that. The game, this MrPinku thing, it's just... clicking potions. Three little bottles, a big pot, and a girl who looks like she wandered out of a forgotten visual novel. You pick a red one, a blue one, a swirling purple one, and then you watch. Sometimes her uniform shreds. Sometimes a weird little imp appears in the background and just... watches. I spent maybe twenty minutes trying to get the cat ears to stay on while also making her skirt transparent. It's a puzzle, supposedly. A "good sequence" for "sexy rewards." The logic is opaque, like trying to remember a dream where you were doing alchemy but the ingredients were just colors.

There's this one moment, a red question mark pops up, and you know you've hit a costume change. It feels like a tiny victory. Then an exclamation mark, and you click it, and a pet, this floating skull thing, starts doing something unspeakable to her while she's wearing a witch hat. The humor is accidental, I think. The gothic aesthetic is all lace and gloom, but then she'll sneeze and her top vanishes, and the sound effect is a wet pop. It's absurd. The customization isn't deep, it's just... wrong combinations that yield surprising, lewd results. I kept mixing the same two potions, convinced the third was the key to a scene I half-imagined. It never came.

The medal system from some 2013 update flashes occasionally, a meaningless little icon. I don't know what it tracks. I don't care. The whole thing feels like a broken music box that only plays when you drop it. The magic is in the failure. Getting the perfect recipe, the three exclamation marks, that's the goal, but the real spice is in the errors. The sorceress's expression never changes, a blank doll face, which makes the sudden nudity more jarring. It's not sexy in a polished way. It's sexy like finding a crumpled page from a sketchbook, a half-finished fantasy where the artist got distracted by the idea of a girl in a torn school uniform being licked by a shadow. I still don't know what the green potion does on its own. I think it just makes her hair change color, but I might be inventing that memory.

Oh fuck, the pixel art on this thing. It's like someone fed a 90s anime convention through a meat grinder and then sprinkled glitter on the remains. Emily's art, you know, from puddingpack, it's got that sticky, unwashed charm. You're this dude at a con, right, and the whole premise is basically "what if every cosplayer was aggressively, violently horny." It's not subtle. The humor is the kind where a girl in a slime girl costume literally melts into a puddle of goo and you have to, uh, interact with the puddle. I spent ten minutes just clicking on a poster of a sexy witch because the dialogue kept looping and getting more unhinged. The magic tag is there, I guess, because a wizard did it. Or maybe it's the power of boners.

The adventure part is walking left and right on a flat plane, clicking on things until they give up their lewd secrets. It's an RPG in the same way that a hot dog is a sandwich. You get some choices, but they mostly lead to the same sticky end. There's this one scene with a Princess Peach parody who's just... aggressively negotiating a "trade agreement" and the writing suddenly gets weirdly specific about medieval economics. I don't know why. I wish there was a button to just make everyone's clothes fall off instantly, but that's not the game, you have to work for it, sort of. The patreon integration is right there, begging for funbucks, and you can feel the developers winking at you through the screen, asking what depraved shit you want in the next episode. It's a collaborative effort, which explains why it feels like a dozen different fetishes in a trench coat.

Replayability? For the main story, nah. You've seen one slime puddle, you've seen 'em all. But the real game is in the comments section, throwing out your dumbest ideas and seeing if they stick. It's a meme factory that occasionally shows you a tit. The cosplay tag is doing all the heavy lifting, it's just an excuse for recognizable characters to do unrecognizable things. I completely forgot what I was doing halfway through because a tentacle monster started speaking in uwu speak and I had to put my phone down. The whole thing runs in a browser, so no messing with files, just pure, unfiltered degeneracy in a tab you can quickly close. The parody element is strong, but it's like a parody of a parody, a shitpost that gained sentience and decided its purpose was to show you Chun-Li's butthole.

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.

Right, so the tavern wench thing. Been done to death, right? But then she pulls out a magic wand and suddenly you're not just tipping for a flash of ankle. The pixel art is rough, like someone drew it on a napkin during a slow shift, but that's the whole point. It feels like finding a sticky magazine under a floorboard in some actual medieval fantasy dive. Her uniform is less a uniform and more a suggestion, a brunette with that look that says she's been dealing with drunk adventurers all night and is about to make it your problem.

The striptease is tied to these riddles. Get one wrong, a bit of cloth stays on. Get it right, and off comes the apron, then the skirt. The first riddle was some nonsense about a river and a fish, I don't know, I was distracted by the way her pixel tits bounced when she clapped for my correct answer. There's no smooth animation, it's all jittery frame-by-frame stuff, which somehow makes it dirtier. Like a flipbook you'd hide from a teacher. The magic element is just her wand glowing and making her clothes vanish piece by piece, a cheap parlor trick that works way better than it should.

The game crashed once when I tried to click on her garter before solving the riddle. Just froze. Had to refresh the whole browser tab. Annoying as hell. But then I got to the final riddle and she's down to just that little serving apron, nothing else, and the answer was something stupid like "shadow" and I genuinely felt a little thrill when I typed it in. The eroticism is all in the anticipation, the slow reveal. It's not polished, it's not clever, but it knows exactly what it is. A dirty little fantasy in a tavern that smells of stale ale and bad decisions. The waitress fantasy is strong with this one, the whole "serving you" thing mixed with the power of her literally holding the riddles over your head. I forgot what the last riddle even was. Something about a key. Doesn't matter.

The whole thing is about shooting ice cream and dildos at fat fairies and honestly, the concept alone is so stupid it wraps back around to being genius. Bertha floats in with her massive tits bouncing, and my brain just short circuits trying to remember if she wants the cone or the cock. Jasmine is worth less points but shows up more often, and there is something deeply wrong with me that I started getting annoyed at the lower value target instead of the obvious insanity of the entire premise.

The tower defence part is bare bones, just two guns and a track they float across. But the real mechanic is the split second panic when two fairies overlap and you cannot tell which one is in front. I lost a streak because I dildo'd Jasmine when Bertha was right behind her, and the game deducted points like I personally offended it. The fairies sometimes just ignore you while you shoot at them too, which feels like a bug but honestly fits the vibe of these being the most unbothered magical creatures ever conceived.

I wish there was some kind of payoff for high scores beyond just the number going up. Like maybe Bertha gets more nude or something, I do not know. The whole thing feels like it was made in an afternoon by someone who really needed to get this specific vision out of their head, and I respect that energy even if the gameplay loop gets stale faster than a left out cream pie. The wrong item penalty is what keeps you locked in, that tiny sting of failure when you mix up the ammo types. My high score is garbage and I will probably never beat it because the randomness of fairy spawning means sometimes you just eat a point loss no matter what.

Right into the deep end, no warmup. That first CG with the demoness, all shadow and smirk, her tits practically defying the art style's loose grip on anatomy. It's a pact scene, classic setup, but the dialogue is so aggressively direct it circled back to being funny. "Sign here for unlimited pussy" basically. The art's that specific kind of unpolished where a girl's face might look a bit derpy in one frame and then suddenly, bam, a spread shot that's colored with way more care than anything else on screen. Priorities.

Possession mechanic is the main trick. You're a ghost, a spirit, whatever, and you just... slip in. The game doesn't make a big deal about the ethics, which I respect. You see a target, a milf doing dishes, a bratty chick on her phone, and you just take the wheel. There's this one scene with a girl in a bookstore that made me laugh out loud. She goes from reading to frantically rubbing herself through her jeans in the space of a single text box. No buildup, no seduction. Just zero to sixty because your magic ghost dick said so. Wish there was a bit more friction, some kind of resistance minigame, but that's never getting patched in.

Grinding for new powers feels like a mobile game from 2016, just clicking through the same loops to unlock the next mind-control flavor. You get the ability to make them see you as their crush, then later just a raw lust aura. The town is small, the translation is a beautiful trainwreck full of lines like "your spirit energy makes my womb ache with need," and I found myself replaying the devil's scenes just because her bad-end energy was more interesting than half the conquests. The whole thing is a messy, horny power fantasy that knows exactly what shelf it belongs on.

i keep thinking about the physics of the spell itself. not the sexy parts, not yet, but the actual six serpents curse. salazar slytherin, back in 990 AD, got so mad about muggles getting into hogwarts (yes the game doesn’t call it hogwarts but come on, it’s hogwarts) that he literally invented a mind control dome. a whole field covering the school. anyone inside has to obey the caster. not just humans, witches and wizards with full powers too. that’s terrifying. that means dumbledore level wizards just… bend. the game tells you this in the intro text dump and then immediately moves on to you being the one who found the curse and decided to use it. no moral hesitation screen, no “are you sure,” just boom, now every student and professor is your puppet.

and look, i need to talk about this because it’s the one thing that keeps nagging at me even while i’m clicking through scenes with draco malfoy looking characters and various hogwarts house girls. virtual character consent. i know, i know, it’s a porn game parody, nobody asked for my AI ethics watchdog opinion. but the whole core mechanic is that nobody can say no. they physically cannot. the game frames this as hot, and sure, the art is decent even though it’s deliberately unpolished in that renpy “i made this in my bedroom” way that this niche loves. but there’s a moment with a ravenclaw girl in the library where she looks confused, not turned on, and the text says “her body responds even if her mind fights” and i had to stop and think about what i was doing. then i kept clicking anyway because i’m broken like that. the game doesn’t explore this. it just hands you complete dominion and a handful of choice nodes that lead to different explicit outcomes.

the choice system is weirdly specific sometimes. i spent way too long on a scene where you can pick which serpent to summon first, and it changes the color of the magic aura during the scene. that’s it. one aesthetic detail that has zero effect on the dialogue or positioning. but i obsessed over it for like five minutes. the green serpent makes the skin look sickly, the purple one has better contrast. this is what my brain latches onto while ignoring the fact that i’m roleplaying magical date ***.

there’s a multi path bit with a professor character that actually had me backtracking saves. you can humiliate her in front of her class or pull her into her office. the office route has this one CG where she’s grading papers while you’re, uh, behind her, and the papers scatter. very specific composition. the public route is more exhibitionism focused but the dialogue is stiffer, more generic. the private route has better writing but less action. stupid tradeoff. i chose private then immediately regretted it, reloaded, chose public, regretted that too. the game doesn’t let you have both in one playthrough. probably doesn’t matter.

one thing i noticed is the game completely forgets about the other founders. you’re using salazar’s curse but godric and rowena and helga are nowhere, not even as portraits or mentions. missed opportunity for some four founders drama. maybe a scene where you make them watch. i don’t know why i want that. i just do.

You ever play something that feels like it was coded in a fever dream after mainlining Monster energy and cheap hentai? Sexus Resort is that. It’s a visual novel, supposedly, but the art looks like someone drew it with their non-dominant hand while on a bumpy bus. And I mean that as the highest compliment. The jank is the point. The misshapen boobs, the weirdly long torsos, the faces that sometimes melt into expressions no human has ever made. It’s beautiful.

So you’re a bellhop at this magic hotel run by a boss called the Keeper, a real piece of work with a dominatrix vibe and tits that defy physics. Your job is guest satisfaction. And by satisfaction, I mean getting on your knees for a parade of succubi, busty mystery women, and whatever else crawls out of the fantasy woodwork. The writing is unhinged. One minute you’re having a normal conversation about luggage, the next a guest is literally sucking your soul out through your dick while laughing about it. The dialogue has this broken English charm that makes everything ten times filthier, like reading a smutty instruction manual translated through three languages.

Top 3 Moments You’ll Want to Screenshot: The Keeper’s first “performance review” where she just... handles you. A scene with a poolside guest that starts with a drink order and ends with a magical orgasm that changes the color of the sky. And a random encounter with a maid that made me genuinely wonder if my browser was about to crash from the sheer absurdity of the anatomy on display.

The game mechanics? Click, read, cum, repeat. There’s some mystery about the resort, I think? Honestly, I forgot what I was investigating the second a new pair of impossibly huge tits filled the screen. The sound design is just royalty free jazz loops that cut out abruptly, which somehow adds to the surreal, horny nightmare vibe. It’s like the whole thing is held together with tape and pure lust.

I wish the save system was more intuitive. I lost my progress twice and had to click through the same unskippable intro text, which is a special kind of hell when you’re trying to get back to a specific scene. The game’s a mess. A glorious, sticky, wtf did I just read mess.