You open this thing and bam, you’re suddenly this dude who somehow owns a gym for monster girls only. Not a normal gym, not a cheap porn setup, more like some weird mix of therapy, horny fantasy, and management sim that spent too long on Patreon. Every girl that walks through the door has ears, tails, claws, wings or god knows what, and also tits that laugh at gravity. They come in wearing tight sport uniforms that absolutely fail at being modest, pretending they’re here to “get fit” while their boobs are trying to escape every time they touch a treadmill. You’re supposed to make the place “safe” and “comforting,” but let’s be real, the game knows exactly what it’s doing when the wolf girl bends over for stretches and the camera just happens to forget her face and stay on that ass. You’re walking around the gym floor, clicking on weights, checking machines, pretending you care about reps and BPM while your actual brain is like “ok but how do I get the bunny girl to trust me enough to let me ‘adjust her posture’ in the showers.”

The sandbox part hits early. No hand holding, just you tossed into this half-RPG, half-trainer thing where money, stamina, and horny are always wrestling in your head. You set training plans for each girl, pick if she’s doing cardio, squats, or “private lessons” in the back room where the mirrors are way too clean. Some of them want strict coaching, some want motivational touching that is about 2% sport and 98% “yeah, you can grab my hips to correct my form.” Suddenly you’re arguing with a dragon girl about her confidence while her top is one bad stretch away from turning the whole gym into a public orgy. One minute you’re carefully planning a new machine purchase to attract more clients, the next you’re in a late-event scene where the shy cat girl who always hides in the corner finally snaps and presses you against the wall, asking if she’s still “too soft” as she guides your hands over her body. The romance side tries to be sweet about self-acceptance, which is cute, then immediately throws you a CG where you’re pounding a thick centaur girl against a locker while her hooves are clacking on the tiles and someone is probably working out right outside.

There’s this weird thing where the game wants to talk about body image and “accepting your own shape” and then gives you a slime girl whose boobs literally swell when you praise her progress, like a horny balloon. You’re checking stats, affection, lust, training results, and it feels kind of like running a horny spreadsheet, except the spreadsheet moans when you click it. One of my favorite “wtf” moments was when I scheduled a totally normal training day, clicked through too fast, and suddenly I’m in a scene where the muscular orc girl is using me as a workout tool, making me hold a plank position while she grinds on my back and calls it “balance practice.” The public gym thing is always in the background too, so half the sex scenes are lowkey exhibitionism: quick sloppy blowjob behind the squat rack while another client is stretching two meters away, or you “helping” the fox girl in the sauna as the steam hides nothing at all. It’s horny, messy, sometimes strangely wholesome, then it throws a furry CG at you that looks like it took the artist all their sanity to finish. The whole thing feels like someone mashed together a management game, a monster girl dating sim, and the dirty thoughts you get while scrolling Instagram fitness reels, then turned the horny slider to max and never looked back.

The thing that hooked me here is how dirty it feels to just exist in this world as the guy. You start as this bored farm dude who basically goes, “fuck it, I want more than shoveling shit and milking cows” and signs up with the town guild, expecting glory or gold or at least a warm bed. Instead you get thrown into this weird mix of errands, monster hunting, and awkward horny situations that always feel like they’re one wrong dialog choice away from either glory or complete humiliation. It’s not subtle. The camera likes to sit right behind his eyes, so every time some stacked woman leans forward, or some monster girl decides personal space is optional, you feel it like you’re the one about to screw up the conversation. Or not screw up. Honestly I saved scummed a lot just to see every single branch of one blowjob scene. No regrets.

The guild town is “sandbox” in that janky, half-finished way I kind of love. You wander around, poke stuff, try to remember which shopkeeper you pissed off yesterday, and somehow end up in a forest where a slime girl practically wraps herself around your hips before you even get a chance to pretend you were only there for herbs. She looks cute, then suddenly you’re pinned, her whole body like wet warm latex sliding over your cock while the MC tries to keep his dignity and just fails. I replayed that one like, I don’t even know, a lot. But then, in the same game, you get a quest where a busty warrior chick teaches you how to “handle big monsters” and she says it with the straightest face possible while her tits are fighting for freedom inside her armor. It’s so on the nose it should be annoying, but somehow it made me laugh and horny at the same time. Porn with side quests, that’s basically it. Except the side quests also want to fuck you.

The harem angle sneaks up on you. At first it’s just you and one girl, you think “ok, maybe this story goes romance route,” and then suddenly you’re juggling a human barmaid who rides you like she’s trying to break your spine, a shy mage who blushes while asking to sit on your face “for mana research,” and a monster girl who literally growls when you pull out because she’s not done milking you yet. The MC pretends he’s confused by all this, but come on, he keeps saying yes. There was one scene in the guild dorms where three of them ended up in the same room “by accident” and I honestly thought my old laptop would crash from loading all that bouncing flesh. It didn’t, but my browser did freeze at the exact moment two pairs of huge tits pressed together around his cock, and I’m still a little mad at Chrome for that. I also wish the town had more random small talk that leads nowhere, just dumb banter, but it probably never will and I’ve weirdly made peace with it. Anyway, if you like that feeling of being the center of a messy, horny universe where every girl wants a piece of you and half of them have claws or slime or horns, this one crawls into your head and just stays there, sticky and shameless.

Heroic fantasy on the surface, total filthy mindgame underneath. You’re this “loyal” ally tagging along with the classic chosen Hero and his cute little party, all shiny ideals and talk about saving the world from the Demon King. Except you’re not loyal at all. You’re the Demon King’s spy, smiling in their faces while planning how to wreck them from the inside, and most of that wrecking happens in beds, tents, baths and random shady dungeons where clothes keep magically falling off. Every time the Hero makes some noble speech, all you’re thinking is which girl you’re corrupting next, whose ass you’re going to leave shaking, and who you’ll turn into your little plaything that still calls you “senpai” or “comrade” like nothing is wrong.

The party looks normal at first. You got the big titty milf healer who pretends to be holy but moans like a slut once you get a hand under that robe, a proper princess-type swordswoman who starts pure and slowly turns into your anal-obsessed toy, that shy virgin mage whose ahegao the game milks hard with internal views when you finally snap her, and of course the “loyal” male companions who you can blackmail, humiliate, or just straight up break into sissy traps if you lean into corruption. Sometimes the game lets you go soft, tease them, give them some romance, even act like you actually care, then two scenes later you’re forcing them into group sex in front of the Hero while they cry and cum at the same time. There are moments where you’re using sex toys on a blindfolded elf while the Hero is literally on the other side of the curtain, clueless, and you’re just there thinking, yeah bro, I’m saving the world, sure. Trainer vibes hit hard: you keep “raising” their affection, then flipping it into perversion, pushing from handjob to titfuck to multiple penetration, tossing in voyeurism when you drag someone outside the campfire and let the monsters watch, or worse, join.

What really got me is how it keeps giving you small choices that feel like nothing, then later you’re locked into some wild shit. You tell the milf healer one dirty joke early on? Much later she’s begging you for your cock while lactating over the Hero’s passed-out body, and you decide if you creampie her there or use her mouth while she tries not to wake him. You “accidentally” walk in on the mage masturbating one time? That becomes a full blackmail route where you make her service the whole party in secret, with spanking, groping, and public exhibition scenes where she’s trying to cast spells while dripping your cum inside her. Even the swinging stuff gets nasty: one path has you offering your own harem to the Demon side in exchange for more power, watching lesbian and gay side scenes spiral while you sit back and control who gets whose ass. Sometimes you’ll even get checked by a strong female dom monster girl who turns the tables, straps you down, rides you, makes you shoot all over her big ass while she humiliates you and laughs about how weak humans are. One run you’re this smug male dom corrupting everyone, another run you’re getting pegged by a trap you “trained” wrong. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s unfair in a fun way. Best advice? Don’t try to play morally, that path just feels like lying to yourself. Push the corruption, lean into the cheating and netori, save often before big choices, and if the game asks “Do you want to go further?” always hit yes and see whose soul and pussy you’re about to break next.

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.

There’s this weird comfort in a porn game that starts after everything important already died. Cities gone, humans gone, just horny robots wandering around in the leftovers of history like “yeah ok, but who’s filming the next blowjob scene.” Dating of the Future drops you right into that vibe with Vee, this camera girl who is supposed to just stay behind the lens and suddenly everyone wants to fuck her on screen, off screen, in corridors with flickering neon and in front of glass walls where literally half a district can watch. The game never pretends to be classy. You get futa androids with shiny cocks bigger than their thighs, soft monster girls with too many eyes but a really nice tongue game, and a main character whose tits are drawn with such obsession it feels like the artist personally worships them every morning before coffee. You’re clicking through emails, going to shoots, trying to make “professional connections” that somehow always end up with someone face down on a counter and some combination of mouths, hands and metal dicks inside them.

One of my favorite early scenes is stupidly small: Vee is in this cluttered studio arguing with a grumpy lighting bot about color temperature, and in the background there’s a futanari performer stretching on a crate. Nothing special at first, just dusty future-junk, cables, posters. Then the futa girl starts messing with Vee, asking if she’s “ever tried being on the other side of the camera,” teasing her while slowly pulling her tight shorts down. There’s a beat where Vee’s pretending to stay professional, holding the camera with shaking hands, then you get this hard cut to her on her knees, cum dripping on her cheeks, the lens tilted useless to the ceiling. It feels messy in a good way. Like, the game knows porn sets are chaotic and lewd and also kind of awkward. Same thing happens later in that lesbian shower scene where the water pressure is total garbage, the steam looks nice, and the real highlight is this ridiculously long build-up of teasing. Fingers sliding just almost inside, tongue hovering close, one of them complaining about the temperature while the other is grinding against the glass door so hard her ass leaves a fog print. And then, completely casually, some other robot walks past and pretends not to stare through the half open door. Exhibitionism here never feels like a special kink button, it’s just… the world. If you’re getting railed on a balcony during a neon storm with a tentacle-armed girl stuffing your pussy and a futa shoving into your mouth at the same time, of course someone is watching from another roof, probably recording it for “art reasons.”

What I like is how the game keeps mixing horny with this strange sadness and then forgetting it did that. You’ll have a long, almost tender date with a big-ass cyborg bartender, talking about how she was built only to serve, how she’s still scared of wanting things for herself, touching her huge hips under the bar, and just when it gets emotional she straight up invites you to fuck her behind the counter while the bar’s auto-systems serve customers. You can lick her clit until she’s whining, slip toys inside her, end up filling her with a creampie that literally overflows down her metal thighs, and right after, she sends you this cute, badly formatted email with too many emojis that made me weirdly fond of her. Then there’s another route where you jump into some pseudo-spiritual nonsense with a monster girl from the scrapyard, and it turns into this multi-penetration ritual under a cracked billboard. Her tail is inside you, something else pressed against your throat, her hand between your legs, your body bent in a shape that would kill a human spine, and mid-orgasm she talks about “breaking old programming” like a drunk philosophy major. Not every joke lands, some of the humor is very “haha sex robots” and a couple of scenes feel like they wanted to be kinkier than they actually are, but when the game goes all in, it really goes. The teasing is cruel in the fun way, the oral scenes have a lot of focus on lips, drool, sloppy noise, and there is one ridiculous blowjob where your character ends up spitting lube on a lens because you forgot you’re still holding the camera. Honestly, it’s messy, horny, a bit emotionally unstable, and that’s exactly why I kept clicking through every route like a degenerate on a mission.

Game feels like someone smashed a horny Mass Effect fanfic into a science podcast and then just refused to cut anything. You start as this guy who is way too normal to suddenly be the center of an interstellar harem, and the game just leans into that. First scene I got whiplash because it goes from “here’s how this red dwarf system works” to “oh, she’s naked and her boobs are actually bouncing in the animation” in like two clicks. And it kinda works? The aliens are not just green humans, they’re weird, they move weird, skin patterns shimmer, the eyes track you, and then you realize the first time she goes down on you she’s actually studying you like a lab sample while sucking your dick. Felt like getting a blowjob from a very horny biology teacher who won’t shut up about comparative anatomy.

The sandbox side is funny, because you think “ok I’m gonna grind stats” and instead you end up scheduling who you’re eating with, who you’re fucking, and who you’re accidentally flashing because exhibition culture here is cranked up to eleven. I was walking my MC across a habitat ring, clicked the “relax” option, and suddenly we’re on a balcony that’s basically a public catwalk. Two monster girls with big purple tits are sunbathing under black-leaf trees, and the game lets you just sit there and stare. Full voyeur mode, camera angles slowly drifting, ambient chit-chat about terraforming while your dick is just fully hard. Then one of them notices you, calls you out for “just watching” and ten lines later she’s guiding your hand between her thighs. No fade to black, just full on groping, and her girlfriend leans in to kiss you while she fingers your ass. I actually laughed because the text is talking about cultural consent norms and I’m just there mashing “continue” with one hand.

My favorite messed up moment was in this “cultural exchange workshop” thing. Looks like a boring lecture, you sit with two humans and three aliens, and I was ready to alt tab to Discord. Then it turns into a roleplay exercise about intimacy styles. They pair you with this tall monster girl who looks soft but talks like a therapist. She asks your MC about anxiety, social stuff, then just casually pulls out a box of sex toys like it’s a PowerPoint slide. She explains why each one exists in their society, scientifically, and then tells you the “proper” way to test them is practical, not theoretical. Cut to: she’s riding you in slow, looping animation, with a toy inside her and a different toy pressed against your balls, while another girl takes notes. And by “notes” I mean she’s going down on the other human girl in the corner, pausing to ask questions about your endurance. It’s a full harem pile before anyone calls it that. There’s this lesbian side scene too, where you just watch two aliens go at it in a zero-g bath, boobs drifting gently while the game rambles about fluid dynamics. Super hot and also way too nerdy, I actually had to google one term afterward.

The RPG bits are kinda scuffed in a charming way. You make a “communication choice” and it secretly changes who invites you to the next group sex “social.” I picked the empathetic answer once and it unlocked a quiet talk about trauma that somehow turned into a really intimate vaginal scene on a couch, with her guiding your rhythm and giving you actual dating advice mid thrust. Another time I picked the horny option and the same girl basically turned you into a public toy, riding you in a semi-open plaza while people pretend not to stare. That plaza scene is insane, by the way. There’s a subtle camera pan that lets you see background NPCs pretending to check their wrist devices while totally watching you fuck. Full exhibitionism, and the game just treats it as normal cultural behavior. You can be a total creep and just wander halls to peep into windows, catching quick loops of alien girls fingering themselves or playing with gadgets that definitely are not for “medical use.”

It’s messy, chatty, weirdly educational and then suddenly someone with four arms is holding you in place so two of her friends can take turns sucking you off while lecturing you about bonobos. I kept thinking “ok, this is too much text” and then stayed because an animated tongue flickered on screen at just the right moment. It feels like watching a lewd sci fi series on Netflix and Pornhub at the same time, in the same tab, and neither side cares if the other is talking over it.

This thing is basically “what if Han Solo was a shameless asshole who only hunts evil MILFs and monster chicks” and then somebody actually made a horny game out of it. Story is simple as hell on paper: you’re a space bounty hunter, chasing down dangerous women across weird planets and stations, getting paid, getting laid, occasionally getting your face sat on by something with horns and glowing eyes. It sounds stupid, and it kind of is, but in that late-night Pornhub-on-a-second-monitor while you half scroll Twitter way. The tone jumps from trashy space opera to straight-up porn setup in about two clicks. One minute you’re arguing with some high elf crime boss about a smuggling route, next scene she’s on her knees in some neon-lit cargo bay, ears twitching while you make her “apologize” with her mouth.

What I like is that the game doesn’t pretend the protagonist is some deep, tortured soul. He’s a walking cock with a blaster who talks too much. Total male-dom vibe, but not in the fake nice way. You’re in control most of the time: pushing a milf officer up against a window, deciding if you finish inside her to “send a message” or pull out just to piss her off; pinning a four-armed alien girl on the lab table while the AI in the room casually throws one-liners in the background. And yeah, there’s an actual AI in the ship that generates different CG variations as you go, which weirdly fits the sci-fi thing instead of feeling like some cheap filter. Faces change from smug to totally wrecked, little details like smeared lipstick after a rushed blowjob in a maintenance shaft, the wet shine when you finally creampie that smug space witch who spent three scenes mocking you. It’s all kinda messy in a good way. The comedy hits and misses though. Some of the “haha, you fucked the monster girl” jokes feel like they were written on Discord in five minutes, and there’s one line about “galactic tax forms” I still hate for no real reason. I keep thinking about it and it annoys me every single time I replay that path, but I never skip it either.

The fantasy and sci-fi blend is where it gets weirdly fun. One bounty has you tracking a milf sorceress who somehow lives on a high-tech station but still uses magic runes, like someone threw Skyrim and Mass Effect in one blender and forgot to put the lid on. You chase her through dark corridors, she keeps teleporting away, and when you finally corner her in some ritual chamber, she tries to curse you with this glowing circle on the floor. You just step in, walk through it like “nope,” and grab her by the throat. That moment where the game lets you choose between making her stroke you off slowly with magic restraints or going straight for raw vaginal sex while the runes flicker out, that’s peak “this is so dumb, I love it.” Same thing with the monster girls. There’s a spider-type milf that freaked me out at first, but then the CG zooms in on her human half while she’s riding you, webs everywhere, and suddenly it’s hot in this “I shouldn’t like this” way. And of course, the game will casually throw in the main guy masturbating in the cockpit while listening to intercepted calls from a target, like that’s just a normal way to prep for a job. It kind of is here. If you’re expecting some safe, soft moaning background porn, nah. This is dirty talking, spit, oral scenes where you can practically feel her gag on you, and then a creampie to seal the deal while your AI complains about having to clean the ship again. There’s a small thing where the text font in one dialogue box is slightly thinner than the others and it bugs me more than any bug should, but yeah, that’s just part of the whole “slightly scuffed but horny as hell” charm this game has.

Whole thing feels like somebody mashed a ghost story with a horny visual novel after binge watching too many Halloween TikToks and then forgot to stop. You’re this guy from the Devos family, old money but with the kind of curse that would make a data chart spike every generation in all the wrong places. Your dad basically treats ancestor trauma like homework: “go back to the haunted apartment, talk to the things that go bump, figure out why our bloodline is fucked.” Not therapy, not church, no, just go live with ghosts that may or may not want to suck you off or eat your soul. Sometimes both. In terms of genre metrics it’s like 60% paranormal romance, 25% horror, 15% “why is my dick hard while this thing crawls out of the wall.” And yeah, the game knows exactly what it is, it leans into the Halloween vibe with that slow build, lights flicker, door creaks, then suddenly there’s a monster girl hovering inches from your face asking really personal questions about what you’re into. You pick dialogue options and somehow “I guess I like oral” becomes a binding contract with a horny ghost that tracks you from room to room.

The pacing does this weird rollercoaster thing. One moment you’re creeping through your old hallway, reading about how your great-great-something banged the wrong entity and broke reality, next moment you’re pinned to the couch getting your soul drained through your cock while she whispers creepy sweet nothings like “you taste like Devos.” There’s proper animation on the sex stuff, nothing lazy: hips moving, tongues, that little shiver when you cum inside and the ghost girl just arches and milks every drop like she’s been waiting a century for this specific creampie. Anal pops up less often but when it does, the game really commits, with that slow push, your character’s breath catching, her eyes glowing brighter with each thrust, like every inch deeper is feeding some old hungry thing. Had one scene where a pale monster girl with way too long fingers pressed your head into her lap, started with gentle teasing, then suddenly she’s forcing your cock deeper into her throat, tears in her eyes but smiling, and the camera angle does this intimate close-up that’s way more intense than I expected. Also there’s a femboi entity that shows up like your browser history manifested. Soft voice, slim body, still a dick under the cute panties. You’re trying to interrogate him about the curse, but his tail is sliding under your shirt, and the next dialogue option is basically “keep talking” while you’re already sucking him off against the cold kitchen counter. It’s messy, horny, weirdly emotional in random spots, and every new encounter feels like another node in this cursed family network where romance, fear and sex all sit on top of each other in one chaotic heatmap.

This thing feels like someone smashed together a horny dating sim, a crime thriller and the kind of late night loneliness where you’re scrolling Tinder and thinking “if I had magic I’d fuck this world up so bad”. You’re this guy, smart, resentful, totally convinced he’s the main character of reality, and every girl he ever wanted basically treated him like wallpaper. Then he finds this stupidly cute pink notebook that looks like it belongs to a high school girl, not a tool for mind-breaking sex slavery, and suddenly the whole moral compass just flies out the window. You don’t “woo” girls here. You learn what wrecked them inside, write that shit down, and then you tell them how to love you. Or worship you. Or spread their legs and smile while their eyes are half dead and half addicted. Sometimes it’s hot. Sometimes it’s disgusting. Sometimes it’s both at the same time and that messed me up way more than any “normal” porn game, because it keeps asking quietly: “You’re still clicking next, right?”

The girls are not just nameless tits, even if the tits are absolutely ridiculous in that porn logic way, like gravity is more of a suggestion. There’s this monster girl with these soft, curved horns and a tail that looks cute until she wraps it around your leg while she’s on top, riding you like she owns you even though the notebook says you own her. I liked her. I also kinda hated her. She teases you, humiliates you, then suddenly melts the second the command hits and goes from “I’ll step on your throat” to “please breed me” so fast my brain needed a loading screen. Then there’s the detective, Leonor, who walks into scenes like she’s the only adult in a room full of horny teenagers. She’s not there to be your puppet, at least not at first, and when she starts putting the pieces together you feel that tightness in your chest that is not sexual at all. Then the scene changes, her shirt is half open, and now it is. The game is rude like that. It gives you this mystery puzzle about secrets and trauma, then slaps you in the face with a shot of a big ass grinding slowly on your lap while some broken girl moans your name like a prayer she didn’t choose. And all the time this ancient goddess floats around, pretty like some Instagram filter from hell, looking at your choices like she’s bored on a Sunday and you’re just entertainment.

What surprised me most is how often I stopped touching myself mid-scene because the story just turned too real for a second. One girl talks about her “wound” in that notebook sense and it sounded so much like a real ex of mine that my stomach actually dropped, but yeah, I still clicked the option that leads to her kneeling and calling me “master” because apparently I’m exactly the type of trash this game is made for. Then in another route I got mad on her behalf and tried to be kind, only to realize kindness is almost irrelevant here. The notebook always wants payment, and the payment is basically their soul. It’s like a toxic relationship: at first you think you’re in control, then you notice how every “nice” choice you made still had a little selfish rot inside. There’s humor too, weirdly. Some banter is actually funny, like when the protagonist calls himself “God of Romance” with a straight face. I laughed, then I remembered I just ordered a girl to spread her legs over a desk and cum on command after rewriting her memories like a psycho with good handwriting. The 3D models are kind of janky in certain poses and I swear one time a boob clipped through an arm and nobody fixed it. I stared at that mistake longer than I stared at some of the sex, actually. Then I forgot about it when a monster girl climbed into my lap, whispered that she existed only for my pleasure and then, in the next route, looked at me with pure hatred right before I stripped her mind again. It feels less like playing a hero and more like writing a very long, very horny suicide letter for your own morals. I wish the game respected consent more. I also like that it doesn’t. Both are true in my head and that’s kind of the whole vibe: arousal wrapped around shame, tied up with mystery, and the knot never really comes loose.