After you die from overwork you must go to hell… unless you agree to sign the contract with the succubus. If you perform it well, you’ll get the opportunity to reborn in any universe you wish. What should you do? You must seduce as more universes as you can, to provide succubus with sexual energy. Use your cunning mind and some “devil traits” for performance of contract. Please check changelog and developer notes.​

You start as this kinda tired-looking guy running a small massage place, nothing luxury, more like that sketchy spa you see on Google Maps and think “yeah, that place knows what’s up.” And then the first client walks in with these big soft tits barely staying inside her top and you instantly forget the wallpaper looks like shit. The game pretends to be all about “relaxation” but let’s be real, the second you learn where to slide your hands the whole mood flips from chill to “how far can I push this before she moans loud enough to scare the next client away.” It’s funny, because at first you’re just rubbing shoulders and necks, trying to follow the little puzzle prompts, match the right spots, not let the bar drop, and you’re like “ok, this is a massage sim, cool.” Then the camera angle goes lower, her hips start shifting on the table, that fat ass is moving with the animation, and suddenly you’re focused like it’s ranked mode in some mobile game. You miss one touch and feel like you failed an exam.

What actually got me is how the game slowly lets you cross the line without making a huge drama out of it. One day you’re gently working oil into her back, next visit you’re “accidentally” sliding your thumb under her bra strap, testing, watching her reaction. You can talk to them outside the parlor too, but not in some deep emotional visual novel way. More like awkward flirting at a café where the milf client shows up in tight jeans and you can’t stop staring at her ass while pretending to discuss “stress at work.” You pick a dumb dialogue option, she blushes, and then during the next session she doesn’t complain when your hand spends a bit longer cupping her tits. It’s weirdly romantic at times, then suddenly she’s grinding against your hand and asking you not to stop and that romance idea just flies out of your head. The teasing is strong in this one. So many moments where the animation lingers on her spreading her legs a little, or her nipple slipping into view, and you know the game is just baiting you to push her further, unlock the next scene, get from soft groping to full-on handjob, then finally watch her climb on top of the protagonist’s cock and ride him like she’s trying to forget her shitty day at work. There’s actual vaginal sex and creampies, not just fade-to-black bullshit, and when that white stuff spills out, it feels earned somehow, because you had to build her up through all that slow, careful touching.

The structure is kind of casual sandbox, you pick which client to focus on, upgrade your massage skill so you don’t screw up the “pressure points” mini stuff, and it randomly throws in new girls to keep things from getting stale. Sometimes that’s great, like when a new mature woman shows up with giant tits pressed against the table and you get this new groping animation where your fingers sink into her soft flesh and she’s biting her lip. Other times you just want to see your favorite milf again and the game gives you some random nobody, and you sit there annoyed but still massaging her because those upgrades are not gonna earn themselves. I wish the phone UI inside the game let you stalk clients on social apps more, check their pics, something like that, but it sticks to the basics and it’s not changing, clearly. The point and click stuff can be a little fussy, like you’re trying to hit the right zone on her thigh while her animated ass is jiggling and your cursor keeps slipping off, and you’re cursing at your mouse in the middle of a hot scene. Still, when she finally spreads for you, pulls your hand between her legs, and that slow build from shy teasing to messy creampie hits, you forget you were annoyed ten seconds earlier. Just, if you’re going to play it, don’t rush through only the obvious sex scenes. Take time to hover, to drag your touches a bit too long, fail a massage on purpose, see how she reacts, replay that one moment where her breath catches when your fingers slide higher than they should. That’s where the game really gets under your skin, in those small, dirty pauses between “professional” and “fuck it, touch me there again.”

You come back to this rich-as-hell hometown, thinking you’re just some book-smart shrink with a fancy degree, and the game basically laughs in your face and says, “Yeah, sure, now use that to make everyone around you horny, broken, or both.” It feels like someone mashed Mass Effect’s renegade/paragon vibes with a trashy incest fanfic written at 3 in the morning, but then actually bothered to give you different endings. You start in this huge corporate place, like if your hometown was eaten by a mega-company, and you’re suddenly the guy who knows all the secrets because people literally tell you their deepest shit on the couch. That “talking on the couch” part is actually more fun than it has any right to be, because half the time you’re deciding if you help them heal or if you twist the knife and push them toward your own pervy agenda. Yeah, the game absolutely knows it’s fucked up. That’s kind of the point.

The family angle hits hard, in that messy porn-story way. There’s that classic “we haven’t seen each other in years” tension when you’re back home, and the game milks it ruthlessly. You’re talking to moms with curves that just scream MILF energy, sisters or cousins who clearly should not be looking at you like that, and they drag it out with teasing and almost-accidental groping like it’s some long fanfic slow burn. Except it’s not really slow, because once the corruption starts, it snowballs fast. You use your psych tricks to nudge them, gaslight them a bit, slip ideas into their heads. One session she’s shy, fully dressed, just crossing her legs and glancing away. Next time she’s “oh, it’s hot in here” and suddenly she’s stripping right in your office while pretending it’s somehow part of your “the*** technique.” The game loves that kind of humiliation-in-a-nice-room feeling: big office, classy furniture, and someone with big tits slowly dropping to her knees like it’s the most natural thing in the world. When the animation kicks in and she’s giving you oral, fully under your influence, it hits way harder because you remember how she was earlier, all proper and untouchable. That shift is the kink.

What I really liked is how the mind control side is not just “press button, get blowjob.” You’re choosing answers, testing boundaries, watching how they react, and sometimes the game punishes you for being too greedy. One wrong move and instead of a obedient slut, you get a pissed-off woman who shuts down and you lose that route, which hurts more than any game over screen. On the other hand, when it works, it really works: you see them defending you, trusting you, then letting you touch their ass a “little bit for relaxation,” then jerking you off in your chair while you “talk about their stress.” It has that fanfic vibe where you read 10k words just to get to the first handjob, but here you’re the one writing the scene through choices. The sci-fi stuff slips in like Black Mirror drunk on porn: the company is way too interested in your research, and the more you abuse your patients and family, the more doors open in that building. Secret projects, strange tech, and suddenly your “therapy” sessions are straight up brainwashing. It’s messed up, horny, and weirdly personal in a way I didn’t expect from a hometown story. And yeah, I lost one of the good endings because I focused too much on turning a sweet aunt into a cock-drunk puppet and forgot to keep my corporate boss happy, which is probably the most realistic thing this game does.

In this story, you take control of Marcus, an ordinary young man who is about to enter university. However, after making a series of poor decisions and upsetting his father, he ends up being sent to the army against his will.
Even with everything against him, he manages to overcome all the adversities he faces and eventually returns home, only to realize that time waits for no one and everything that once kept him going has been taken away. So, he decides to return the favor to those who wronged him.​

James is the kind of guy you glance at in the hallway and forget a second later. Thin, quiet, eyes that look past people instead of at them. Everyone smells weakness on him. The jocks shove him into lockers, the pretty girls laugh while pretending they don’t see, the teachers do that fake “concerned” face and move on. Inside his head though, it’s just his father’s blood on the floor and his mother’s voice trying to stay calm. That never really stopped for him, it just changed background. Now he lands in this private high school owned by Ron, his dad’s old buddy, and it feels more like a stage than a campus. Polished floors, rich brats who grew up getting what they wanted, uniforms that hide nothing when they get wet, and a principal who smiles a little too wide when he talks about “opportunity”.

Mom is the soft center of this whole mess. Lucy used to be fit, strong, someone who could hold a plank longer than your will to live. Now she’s exhausted and broke, and the debt collectors are breathing on her neck like horny ghosts. She’s trying to protect James, but every “choice” she gets offered feels like another kind of collar. Office “assistant” for some sleazy businessman who stares at her ass the moment she turns around. Personal trainer for dads who want more than squats. Late-night cleaning in places where the cameras are way more interested in skin than floors. The game just lets you push her one step at a time. First, it’s tighter outfits because “you look more professional like this”, then bending too low in front of her boss, then someone’s hand staying on her hip a little too long and she just swallows it because rent is due. There is this one scene in Ron’s office where she’s wearing a borrowed blouse that’s one size too small, and you can literally see the fabric giving up on those tits while he “explains” her contract. You barely click anything, but the tension is loud, like you can hear the buttons thinking about breaking.

From James’s side, it’s this slow, fucked up slide from victim to problem. The bullying doesn’t just stop. It mutates. Shoves turn into gropes, mockery into blackmail, “friends” into people who figure out that controlling him means maybe getting access to his mom. A twin pair in his class, all fake innocence and real hunger, work him from both sides. One whispers into his ear during class, her hand drifting under the desk, the other corners Lucy after school, talking about “helping James fit in”. At some point you realize the game is smiling at you while it offers you these scenes where James watches through a cracked door as his mother gets “convinced” to take a very special part-time job. Sometimes you’re in his eyes, sometimes in hers, sometimes just floating like a dirty little voyeur while hands, toys, and even entire groups start using her like she’s property. There is rough stuff, humiliation, that classic “I hate this, my body doesn’t” corruption arc, milk on skin, asses getting slapped red, tears that mix with spit, and those stupid ahegao faces that shouldn’t be hot but somehow, yeah, they work here. One route drags you into mind games where Lucy can’t even tell if her thoughts are her own anymore, another flirts with romance and then kicks you in the gut with betrayal, and somewhere in between you can push James into owning the whole sick thing or let him drown in it. It’s messy, sometimes cruel, sometimes weirdly tender in short flashes that vanish too fast, but that’s kind of the point. Nothing feels clean in this world. Everything is a trade, a favor, a debt paid with skin.

This one feels like someone took that awkward “my dad’s new wife is kinda hot” thought you’re not supposed to say out loud and just stretched it into a whole game where you keep poking at that wound on purpose. You play the guy who suddenly has this mature, way-too-perfect woman walking around his house like she owns the place, borrowing your space, your couch, your bathroom mirror, everything. She’s technically your step mom, but the game never lets you hide behind that word. She’s Elena. She’s a person, she talks, she teases, she leans a bit too close when she doesn’t have to. At first it really feels like harmless flirting you can still deny in your head, until you catch yourself timing your shower to match hers or pretending to watch Netflix while you’re actually watching her legs on the other end of the sofa. The story really milks that quiet sick feeling in your stomach when you know you’re crossing a line but you still click “peek through the door” anyway.

What I liked is that it doesn’t throw sex at you in the first five clicks. You sit there in the kitchen with her, she’s in some soft shirt with no bra, you’re both talking about stupid stuff like work or groceries, and then suddenly the way she looks at you changes for half a second and you feel it. It’s tame visually in that moment but in your head it’s fucking loud. Then later you’re lying in bed, scrolling on your phone, and you get this tiny choice like “think about her” or “force yourself to sleep,” and of course you take the bad one. That’s when the game really starts. You watch her when she thinks she’s alone, you catch glimpses through half-open doors, you hear things from the other room you shouldn’t hear. There is a great scene where you end up listening to her in the shower, breathing heavy, and you know she knows the door doesn’t lock properly. The writing pushes that idea that both of you are pretending this is an accident while doing everything to keep it happening. When she finally gets on her knees and gives you head, it doesn’t feel random, it feels like every wrong stare and every “accidental” touch finally boiling over.

Sex scenes themselves are very explicit, but in a way that still keeps that mental tension on. It’s not just “she sucks your dick bla bla,” you feel how wrong and hot it is at the same time. She’ll look up at you with this soft, guilty expression while her mouth is full, like she wants you to cum but also wants you to understand that you two just fucked something in your life beyond repair. There is a scene in the living room at night, with the TV on some boring show, where she ends up straddling you on the couch, slow grinding through her panties first, trying not to moan too loud because your dad could literally walk in. The way she rides you there made me actually pause the game to breathe. Her whole “I should stop” energy mixed with “I need this” is insane. But then the game also loves to kick you in the gut with guilt right after you cum. Waking up the next morning and having normal breakfast talk with her while remembering her swallowing you the night before feels almost worse than the cheating itself. And the fucked up part is, that’s actually my favorite thing here. The more you click, the more you’re basically building your own little hell with her, and the game just calmly watches you do it.

Everything goes to hell in the most awkward place possible: your ex’s family home, on an island that suddenly turns into a zombie buffet. You play this guy who just wanted to return a box of her crap, maybe say something petty, maybe pretend you’re over her while still stalking her Insta, and suddenly you’re barricading yourself in a hallway while her mom yells at you and there’s blood on the windows. It’s a horny game, but it leans hard into that weird mix of “I hate you” and “I still want to fuck you” that anyone who ever had a messy breakup will kinda recognize. One minute you’re arguing about why she ghosted you, next minute you’re both pressed against a door, breathing in each other’s faces while a zombie claws outside, and that tension just flips straight into “oh, right, I used to make you come like crazy.”

What I liked is how it turns the house into this messy little sandbox of bad decisions. You’re not locked into a straight path. You wander from room to room, peeking through doors, catching people in moments they never planned anyone to see. A sister “stress masturbating” in the bathroom while she thinks the world is ending. The milf mom, still trying to be in control in her tight dress, bending over to drag a couch while you decide if you’re going to be a gentleman or stare at that ass. Some scenes feel almost too real, like that stupid dinner table argument while sirens wail outside and everyone pretends they’re fine. Then it suddenly undercuts itself with jokes, like a badly timed zombie moan right when someone’s trying to confess feelings. The humor is kinda immature, kinda clever, sometimes both in one line. It makes the sex scenes feel more alive, because people talk, tease, fuck up, say cringe shit, not like those silent porn robots. When you finally get oral or that messy couch sex, it’s wrapped in all this emotional garbage: jealousy, old grudges, “are we really doing this while the world is dying?” vibes.

There’s a lot of voyeur energy here too. You’re constantly overhearing things, spying through cracked doors, catching two people comforting each other a bit too physically. Sometimes the game even lets you decide if you interrupt or just watch like a creep. I kept thinking “I’ll do the noble thing this time” and then, well, no. The animated bits help a lot, even when the AI-looking CG wobbles slightly off in a weird way that made me laugh more than it should. The school stuff on the island is like this ghost of a normal life that just vanished: classrooms you used to walk through now turned into hideouts, lockers you once used now hiding pills, and still, somehow, people find time to flirt and suck dick in the shadows. The romance angle isn’t soft and sweet, more like messy and needy, especially with the ex. One scene you’re telling her she ruined your life, next scene you have her legs around your waist while she tries not to moan loud enough to attract zombies. It’s ridiculous. It’s hot. It’s a little gross. And it feels exactly like someone smashed a breakup story, a bad horror movie, and a porn game together after a long night and just said “yeah, good enough, let’s see who gets turned on by this.”

This one feels like someone took all the filthy thoughts you scroll past on Twitter, mashed them into a visual novel, and then said "yeah, you’re not in charge here at all". You play as this guy who honestly exists mostly to be used, teased and broken in, and the game never pretends otherwise. The futa dommes run the whole show. They’re tall, cocky, stacked, walking porn logic with big tits that don’t care about gravity, big asses that push the camera right in your face, and that smug "you’re already hard, aren’t you?" attitude that just keeps poking your brain. Scenes jump around from soft teasing to straight up "lick my strap-on or I’ll make it worse", but it feels pretty natural in that porn logic way. One moment you’re getting your mouth used in POV like it’s some kind of tool, next moment someone is pulling your hair, calling you pretty boy and testing how far they can shove a toy in your ass while you try to talk. You won’t talk much.

The sci-fi vibe is there but it’s not nerdy lore dump, more like an excuse for weird tech toys and clinical-looking kink rooms. Futuristic cuffs that look too clean, latex bodysuits that probably auto-tighten, weird glowing plugs that you just know are not going to come out for a while. There’s this scene where you end up kneeling in front of two futas, both with heavy, dripping cocks, and you get ordered to "serve in sequence" while one of them lazily milks her own nipple and lets it run down your face. The lactation stuff hits suddenly, like, you think it’s just tit worship, then she grabs your head and smears milk over your lips and tells you that’s your "pre-breakfast". And the game treats that like the most normal thing. The group sex moments are chaotic in a fun way: someone in your ass, someone in your throat, someone sitting on your face just for "training", with you barely visible under all the big bodies and bigger dicks. There’s one older milf futa who absolutely steals the show, too. She talks to you like a bored teacher, slides a plug in you while asking simple questions, then pretends to be disappointed when you can’t answer because her cock is buried in your mouth and your eyes are crossing. She’s supposed to be "caring". She is, in that "I’ll turn you into my dumb little sissy pet" kind of caring. There is a sissification route that goes hard very fast: panties, stockings, collars, being made to walk around with a vibe inside and sit politely while they talk about you like furniture. You get teased, denied, milked, stretched, made to worship balls like that’s your religion now. And somehow it just keeps going, like the game is looking at you and saying "you’re gonna click the next scene anyway, aren’t you?"

Oral, anal, toys, futa-on-futa while you watch helpless, POV angles that make you feel like your only job is to open wide and take it, all wrapped in this slightly cold sci-fi setting that just makes the humiliation feel sharper. The writing doesn’t baby you. They call you names. They laugh when you cum too fast. Sometimes the camera just stays on their expressions while you hear yourself choking in the background and it hits harder than any close-up. A couple of scenes drag a bit and repeat the same "oh, you’re so weak" lines, but then there’s that one moment where three of them decide you’re a perfect toy to share, line up around you, and you’re pinned down under big tits, heavy thighs and leaking cocks, and any small complaint you had in your head just turns into white noise. It feels less like a heroic story and more like signing a contract you never read where the fine print says: you’re the cum dumpster, they’re the queens, and the only real choice you have is which one ruins you first.

There’s this haunted apartment game with a ghost mom that honestly feels like getting edged by your own browser. You’re this guy creeping around, trying to explore rooms and poke at stuff, and she just will not let you focus. She’s not some shy little spirit either, she’s a full-on thick milf, huge tits barely contained in this half-transparent thing that kinda looks like lingerie, kinda looks like smoke. She laughs when you try to act serious. You reach for a door, she wraps around your arm, her boobs pressed to your back, whispering in your ear how cute you look pretending you’re not already hard. It feels a bit like when I’m streaming on Chaturbate and someone spams “don’t cum yet” while throwing tokens. Except here you’re the one being farmed.

What I liked most is how she acts like she owns your dick from the first minute. You’re walking down this creaky hallway, lights flicker, you think “oh horror time”, then this cold but weirdly soft hand just cups you through the pants. No build up, no romance, she gropes you like she’s checking property. When she finally makes you sit on some dusty couch, climbing on your lap, ghost thighs pinning you down, those big tits in your face, it feels very “mommy found your porn tabs and decided to fix the problem herself”. The titfuck scene caught me off guard, because it starts like a tease, just her pressing them together around you, slow, playful, but she keeps talking, calling you “good boy”, telling you how your pulse is racing, and the more she talks the more it feels less like sex and more like hypnosis with boobs. And I mean that in a good way, and also in a fucked up way. I loved it, I hated it, I replayed it. Her oral stuff is nasty in that nice way too, drool, eye contact, tongue circling the tip like she’s tasting candy she already knows she’ll swallow. The animations are not “perfect”, some motions loop a bit weird, but that almost made it hotter for me, like a cam feed lagging while you’re mid orgasm. My brain filled the gaps and my clit did the rest.

The apartment itself is kind of a tease sandbox. You wander room to room, poking into drawers and corners, thinking you’ll find some deep lore or something, but half the time it’s just an excuse for her to appear from the wall and press your face in her tits again. I wish the exploration had more “oh shit” scary moments, but then I get distracted by how her big ass jiggles when she floats away and forget what I was complaining about. There’s this one moment where you’re trying to read some old notebook on a desk, like you’re actually investigating, and she just phase-slides under the table and starts stroking you through your pants, making the text impossible to follow. It hit me weirdly hard, because I’ve literally had guys try to read Discord while I’m sucking them off and then pretend they can multitask. Spoiler, they can’t. The ghost absolutely knows that and bullies you for even trying to resist, full dom vibe, calling you out when you hesitate, sitting on your face, grinding her pussy on your tongue like she’s punishing you for ignoring her. Vaginal scenes feel like you’re being pulled into a warm, wet gravity well, her hips doing all the work while she trash talks you softly. It’s not subtle, it’s not “classy”, but it feels honest, like a horny monster girl who lives alone with her toys and finally found a live one. I kinda wish there were more consequences for giving in or saying no, but at the same time, the whole point here is that you were never really in charge anyway. And that part, the whole “you came here to explore, you stayed because milf ghost sat on your cock and didn’t let you leave”, yeah, that feels extremely real to me.