Game feels like it was made by a horny engineer who opened Blender, watched two YouTube tutorials, said “good enough” and then spent all the rest of the time tuning jiggle physics and blowjob angles. Honestly kind of respect that. You’re the usual clueless dude MC, but the whole thing is less about you and more about how these women basically treat you like a walking sex stress toy with a pulse and bad decision making. That “totally not a witch” girl with the gadgets? She is the real main character, no question. She smiles at you once and suddenly you’re in a basement with glowing runes, some weird device on your crotch, and her saying “just a small test” while your dick is already leaking hard enough to count as weather.

The fun part, at least for someone like me who chases every little “challenge” like a degenerate speedrunner, is how the scenes kind of escalate by accident. You start with what looks like normal teasing, hand stroking over your pants, soft gropes on her ridiculous boobs while she pretends to be shy. Then it jumps straight into “ok, now drink her milk or this machine keeps edging you” territory. The lactation stuff hits really fast and they don’t treat it like some “special fetish route”, it’s just there, casual as fuck. One moment she’s sitting on your lap, tits almost bigger than your head, sucking your tongue, and then she grabs her own nipple and shoves it into your mouth like it’s the most normal snack in the world. And because of the 3D style, the way the drops run down and smear on her skin looks filthy in a satisfying way, not “artist trying to be classy” way.

What I kept doing, like an idiot, was reloading saves to try different choices to see which ones net me more “points” in my own personal brain leaderboard. There’s a blowjob variation where she uses some gadget that shrinks you just a bit, not full ant-size, but enough that her mouth and tongue feel massive. That pseudo giantess angle slapped me harder than I expected. She presses you against her lips, you watch her tongue slide up your shaft like a wet muscle wall, and she laughs because you’re barely holding it together. It feels humiliating and hot, like you’re a toy she’s testing for durability. Of course the game pretends there’s romance behind it, little soft moments where the other girl cuddles you after you’ve just painted her face white, but honestly they both bully you in different flavors. I like it, then sometimes I hate it, then I click “next” anyway. There is this one stupid sound effect in a masturbation scene that drives me crazy every single time, like some cheap plastic noise that doesn’t match the animation at all, and I keep waiting for them to fix it, but they never do.

Caroline used to be the kind of girl you see on Instagram and think, yeah, that one never has to worry about rent. Designer clothes, driver, rich family, glossy life. Then the game drops her straight into a filthy big city with nothing but a suitcase, a pissed-off landlord, and a phone that keeps buzzing with shitty reminders about money. That switch from high society princess to “how the hell do I pay for food” is basically the whole engine of Her Price, and it hits harder than I expected from a porn game that really likes huge tits and slow, cruel teasing.

You’re not just clicking through sex scenes, you’re playing with her stats in a way that actually feels a bit evil if you let it. Money, obviously, is the main thing choking her. Every time you pick a job, a favor, a “deal”, you feel that balance taunting you. Then Confidence, that one is interesting, because the game quietly punishes you when you burn it down. If you keep pushing her into trashy situations, she starts failing to push back, even in normal dialogue. She flinches more, answers softer, dresses skimpier when it’s not even required. Corruption creeps up in the background, and the hot part is how the scenes adapt: the same rich asshole touching her ass in the office feels totally different when she’s still proud and pissed, compared to when she’s already half-broken and the same move just makes her breath catch and hips twitch. Same location, same guy, different Caroline in your head.

What sold me though is how the erotic content grows out of tiny choices that don’t look like porn at first. You accept a “little” help with rent, fine. Then he wants her to wear something sluttier next time. Then he wants a kiss. Then he wants to “test” how obedient she really is. The game loves to walk right on that line between humiliation and seduction. Big ass in tight skirt on public transport, animated jiggle when someone “accidentally” brushes against her, short scenes in alleyways where she’s pretending to still be above it all while her arousal stat says the exact opposite. Sometimes she’s clearly turned on but lying to herself, sometimes she’s disgusted and you push her forward anyway, and that dissonance is uncomfortable in a very on-purpose way. There are moments where you’re sitting there staring at two choices that both suck, thinking, do I make her keep her pride and stay broke, or let this sleazy boss finger her under the desk so she doesn’t get fired. And yes, sometimes you click the perverted one just to see how far the game will go, then feel slightly grim about it when the next morning she looks at herself in the mirror with this tired, fake-confident smile. It’s still an eroge, with big bouncing tits and plenty of explicit, dirty scenes, but under the porn surface it’s basically a long, slow argument with yourself about how much of her old self you’re willing to strip away, one horny little “just this once” at a time.

You slip into this game as the new professor at Beacon and the whole thing feels kind of wrong in a way that makes it hard to stop reading. It’s not shy about what it wants: you, a smug older guy with too much authority, and Ruby, older than in the show but still with that clumsy puppy energy, stuck in your classroom while you slowly bend her into something filthy. The whole thing runs on text, so there is no fancy distraction. Just words hitting you, one after another, like a slow hand creeping up a thigh. The writing starts playful, almost harmless, with dumb jokes and parodies of school rules, and then suddenly you realize you’re several choices deep into blackmailing this girl over one embarrassing incident in the training hall.

There was one scene where you “help” Ruby with her combat stance. It begins like normal tutoring, legs apart, hands on her hips, small corrections. Then the teacher voice in the text softens and turns very personal. The script pays a lot of attention to little sounds: her armor clinking when you press her against the desk, the soft “ah” when you grope a little too high, the tiny wet click when she swallows her nerves along with your threats. No need for audio, you can almost hear it anyway. And when she finally drops to her knees for “extra credit”, the text slows down, sentence by sentence, describing the way she breathes against your cock, the messy saliva strings, the muted gagging. It lingers just long enough to make you feel like a creep, then cracks a joke about grades, like it wants you to laugh at your own corruption. I kinda hated that. And liked it. Then hated that I liked it. The pace is strange like that: some scenes rush right to the good stuff, then later a simple spanking session in your office drags on forever, each smack and whimper stretched out until you feel the heat of her ass on your own palm.

The domination side is not gentle. She starts shy and stubborn, but it doesn’t take long before you’re shoving her face into the desk, pulling her hair while you push inside her, reading her humiliation thoughts in these short, guilty inner monologues. You get moments where she tries to act tough, where the humor pops back up and she cracks a joke while your hand is down her panties, but then one line cuts through, like her realizing she is actually wetter when you insult her. That part stung more than any fictional bruise. The game leans fully into male power fantasy, from groping in crowded halls, to secret anal “lessons” after class, to forcing her to masturbate for you while you just watch and grade her form like it’s homework. Sometimes the text repeats certain actions again and again, like the writer forgot they already described how tight she is, but somehow it fits the sleazy, obsessive tone. It’s messy, too horny to be elegant, full of teasing and rough sex and stupid little asides, like your character complaining about paperwork in the middle of making Ruby choke on him. And yeah, the whole school setting, the blackmail, the way her innocence gets peeled off scene by scene, it all feels like reading a dirty fanfic at 200% intensity, where every new “lesson” is just an excuse to drag her a little deeper into your bed, and her shame sounds louder in your head than any battle in the original show ever did.

Grandpa dies, Soul Society is a mess, and somehow you are the one who has to clean it up while every captain, lieutenant and random big tit soul reaper wants either your authority, your cock, or both. The story kicks off pretty fast: you get dumped into the commander seat before you even know which division does what, and then Rukia is already side eying you, Rangiku is leaning over the desk with that huge chest of hers "accidentally" pressing on the paperwork, and Yoruichi appears like a damn cat thief who forgot what clothes are for. It feels less like you are leading some holy organization and more like you walked into a horny fanfic that escaped from a Discord server. In the best way. Or the worst. Depends how much you enjoy watching the same dialogue box ten times because you clicked too fast while holding your kid with the other hand and now you do not know why Unohana is suddenly offering to "treat" you in a locked room.

The game is basically a slow corruption machine dressed as management. You run around Soul Society, talk to captains and girls, pretend to care about political balance, but in truth you are hunting flags that unlock lewd scenes. One moment you are pretending to be this serious commander in front of Byakuya, the next you are spying through a cracked door while Orihime and Tatsuki are changing, the camera glued to panties sliding down and that tiny delay before ass is fully shown. The voyeur scenes hit hard, especially with characters you already know from anime. Like Temari and Nico Robin popping up here feels almost illegal, like the devs threw a shonen jump catalog in a blender. Android 18 standing next to Tsunade in the same universe makes no sense at all and somehow it works, same way ketchup on pasta technically "works" if you eat fast and don't think too much. Sometimes you get these proper romance vibes, like quiet talks in the courtyard at midnight with Hinata, then ten clicks later it is sleep sex and you are creeping into a futa girl's futon while she breathes softly and the text is describing how your hand is lifting her robe. There are feet scenes too, of course, because of course someone in the dev team is extremely into it. Rangiku using her foot on you while she "helps you relax from the stress of command" and keeps teasing you about finishing on her toes, that one is going to stay in my head during boring work calls on Microsoft Teams, which is not ideal.

The pacing is chaotic. Sometimes you get a slow burn, building trust with someone like Nel, talking about duty and loss, then suddenly she is kneeling between your legs, drool on your shaft, eyes rolling into a full ahegao when you grab her horns. Other times the game just shoves BDSM at you out of nowhere. One dialogue choice with Soi Fon about discipline and boom, you are tied to a chair while she grinds in your lap and whispers threats and orders, her boot pressing on you when you cum too early. It can feel all over the place, like the devs were watching three different hentai at once and just pulled scenes they liked. But then you hit a scene with Ai generated CG that actually looks weirdly soft and emotional, like a titfuck that somehow feels like foreplay for a real relationship, and you kind of forgive the whiplash. Some of the writing is clunky as hell and the English goes strange, and that is funny because here I am with my own broken English judging it, but you will notice it, especially when a captain is talking serious politics then suddenly says something like "your dick is the key of balance." Anyway, if you want to squeeze as much filth from it as possible, poke every option that sounds slightly pervy, always revisit girls at different times, and do not sleep on the "harmless" scenes like simple handjobs or masturbation peeks, because those are the ones that secretly unlock the wild harem and domination routes later. Also, whoever mapped the UI spacing for the sex toys menu should step on Lego. I clicked the wrong plug three times.

Alex is the kind of guy every data dashboard would mark in red. Thirty something, good job, nice wife, very average dick and absolutely zero confidence in what it can do. The whole story kicks off because he finally snaps and starts chasing a “fix”, like it’s just another bug ticket in Jira. Instead he walks straight into this corporate pharma rabbit hole where everyone smiles too much, the NDA is thicker than his cock, and the pills feel less like medicine and more like someone quietly rewriting his save file while he’s still playing. On surface it’s a romance set-up, husband and sweetheart wife, cozy apartment, soft lighting, tits spilling out of tank tops when she leans over his chair. Underneath it’s pure psychological trolling. You’re not just watching whether Alex can get it up, you’re watching if he can trust his own memory while other men start orbiting his world and the “test results” keep giving excuses for why his wife needs to “help with the trials”.

What I like is how the game plays with teasing in a really mean way. Sophie will sit on his lap in those tight shorts, pressing that big ass right where it hurts, kissing his neck, then gently pull away because the “schedule says no sex tonight, baby, doctor’s orders”. You get these choices where you think you’re being a good husband, signing another form, agreeing to another scan, trying a new pill, and somewhere in the background the graphs of “trust” and “humiliation” are quietly going in opposite directions. One route you’re trying to laugh it off with dumb nerd humor, another route you’re staring at a blurry AI-generated CG of your own wife on her knees in a lab office, with just enough distortion that you can almost pretend it’s not her. Almost. Every time the story gives you something romantic, like a soft bedroom scene or her cuddling into your chest, there is this tiny glitch, like the dialogue goes one sentence too far, or she mentions a detail she should not know, or her phone lights up a little too often. The game never yells “conspiracy”, it just lets your brain fill the gaps while you watch your “performance issues” slowly turn into the perfect excuse for everyone else to test how far they can push a loyal husband before he breaks, or worse, starts enjoying the cuck torture a bit too much.

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.

There is this special kind of shame when you realize you have spent half an evening trying to outplay a digital girl who exists only to slowly remove clothes while you pretend to care about card probabilities. This game lives exactly in that sweet spot. It looks like someone said, “What if poker, but horny and just slightly mean?” and then never stopped. You sit there as the male protagonist, thinking you’re going to be cool, counting cards like in some Hollywood movie, and then one bad hand later you’re watching her smirk at you while your own stack collapses and her bra is still very, very on. It’s honestly rude. I liked it.

The structure is simple, but it sneaks up on you. You play, you win hands, bits of clothing go away. Lose, and suddenly you’re the one on the psychological striptease side, because she starts teasing like she knows exactly which brain cell is in charge of your self-control. Her tits are big, her ass is big, her attitude is bigger, and the game absolutely knows it. The animations are just animated enough to make you stare a second too long at the jiggle and then forget to think about your bets. You swear you’re there for the strategy, but then she leans forward and the camera angle quietly tells you that you’re lying to yourself. There was this one round where I had a decent hand, thought, “yeah, easy win,” and while I was busy watching her play with the edge of her panties like it’s a hostage situation, I misread the board and lost everything. It felt less like poker, more like getting robbed by a very hot, very smug succubus in 3D skin.

The fun part is how it never really pretends to be deep, but still kind of makes you play like it is. You start counting which pieces of clothing are left like it’s some advanced strategy layer. “If I win this one, that top goes. If I push my luck, maybe the panties. Unless she wipes the table and I just sit here, fully dressed, fully defeated, with my dignity on cooldown.” The teasing ramp is slow enough to torture you, with these little in-between poses and strip moments where she stretches, turns, arches her back, and you’re like, who told you to move like that. The CG style gives everything that plasticky-but-hot adult game feeling, where the skin is too perfect and gravity feels like a suggestion, but honestly, for this kind of thing, it works. It’s trashy in a very aware way. On one hand you want more complex rules, on the other hand you know damn well you’d just get distracted again. The game keeps dangling that last bit of cloth in front of you like a treat, and you keep chasing it like a horny golden retriever with a gambling problem.

This one feels like somebody took a giant porn folder full of every anime crush you ever had, fed it to a very horny robot, and then just let it loose in the middle of the night. It is messy, shameless fanservice in the best and worst way. You start as this generic male MC that nobody cares about, but it honestly works, because the spotlight is always on the girls. One minute you are staring at Android 18 pretending she is not seconds away from sitting on your face, next moment Tsunade is bending forward like your spine insurance is fully paid, and after that DVa is giving you this smug gamer grin you only see from sweaty tanks in Overwatch comp. Nothing really tries to be “deep”. It is like those late-night Discord calls where everybody starts posting cursed Koikatsu cards and then suddenly somebody says “wait, I can make a whole game with this” and nobody stops him. The whole thing runs on that energy.

The date sim part is kind of funny, because yeah, technically you are “dating”. You choose outfits, say the right lines, sometimes click through fake romantic setup, but everybody knows you are just trying to figure out how many scenes Mirko has and whether Rias or Nami has the better titfuck animation. And the girls are not just random OC clones either, they actually feel like somebody who watched too much anime made them on purpose. Aqua is clingy, loud, kind of dumb but insanely cute when she starts grinding on your lap like she is trying to win some idiot contest. Yoruichi keeps that smug cat energy, sits on your face like that is the most normal place in the world. Toga looks at you like a snack she is not supposed to have, then happily chokes on your cock like rules stopped existing. And then there is stuff like Vados or Kefla or Caulifla, where your brain is trying to remember power levels while your dick is just happy there is yet another big ass bouncing in your face. They even throw in weird combinations, like giving Bowsette this slow, teasing blowjob scene that lasts just long enough to make you forget you were actually trying to see the Zelda content first. By the way, whoever decided Misty and Jessie need extra focus on footjobs has some stories to explain to a therapist someday. I still appreciated it.

I really like how the pacing somehow feels both rushed and too slow. First girl I tried was Ai Hoshino, because of course I did, and the “date” was over in like two clicks and suddenly she was kneeling between my legs, lipstick smeared on my cock while she looked up with those idol eyes. Then with Hinata I had to go through this longer flirting phase, a bit of voyeur setup, peek under her clothes, touch her softly first. It felt like waiting for food that keeps smelling better while you are starving. Annoying, but in a good way. Or bad. Not sure. Anyway, everything is pure fetish salad. Oral sex scenes everywhere, big tits bouncing like they are competing with each other, asses in your face so often it starts to feel like some kind of religion. I got stuck way too long just watching a Raven scene where she rides you slow, still in half her Teen Titans vibe, moaning soft while her ass cheeks clap in that hypnotic rhythm. Meanwhile I completely forgot I had not even checked Mirko, Mina, or Nejire yet, and those are usually my first picks in any MHA fan game. Still, the weird part is how sometimes the small stuff hits the hardest. Like a moment where Komi is trying to suck you off, all shy and stiff, and the camera lingers a bit too long on the way her lips tremble around the tip. Or the way Marin Kitagawa giggles after swallowing, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then casually asks for “another round” like you just finished playing some gacha together on your phone. At one point my Chrome lagged for a second right when Tatsumaki started a titfuck and I legit got angry, like, that tiny freezing framed her smug face perfectly and I will never see that exact glitch again. Yeah, the game is scuffed, uneven, totally horny, and absolutely not refined. I keep alt tabbing to Telegram and back just to check something, then losing track of which girl I was “romancing” and honestly that chaotic feeling kind of fits.

Just as another school year begins in your hometown, you receive a mysterious letter from your missing father - the same man who abandoned you and your mother before you were even born.
Hungry for answers, you follow the address where the letter came from, only to find an empty house that’s far too well-kept to be abandoned. But not everything is bad news! Your father kept his promise: your tuition for the year is already paid and you've got a cozy room set up at the house.
Now, in a new town with new faces and bizarre encounters, what starts as a fresh beginning quickly turns into a desperate witch hunt. You must uncover the truth behind your father’s disappearance and work to save a small town that no one else seems to care about, apart from your classmates.
What is actually going on in Dumbarton? What mystery is tormenting its people?
Talk to your classmates, make your choices, and find out... Or lock yourself in your room, hoping a girl who believes she's a pirate won't kill you in your sleep.

FEATURES:
- Two main routes: Both with the same effort and time put into them, each with unique characters, scenes, and endings.
- Meaningful Choices: Your decisions shape the story and your relationships.
- Absurdist Comedy and Fever Dreams.