Frieren looks way too calm for someone getting dragged into that kind of hole. Like, she keeps this saintly face while the whole dungeon’s alive with squishy noises and glowing runes that probably weren’t OSHA-approved. The game doesn’t even pretend to be serious - one second you’re clicking through some dusty corridor, the next she’s half-stuck in a wall, robes sliding down, and I swear the tentacles have better comedic timing than half the anime parodies I’ve seen. There’s this dumb little sound effect when you misclick that feels like the dev trolling you personally. And yeah, I laughed, then immediately felt weird for laughing, then laughed again. That’s the loop here: arousal, confusion, laughter, repeat.

Mechanically, it’s point-and-click, but not the “find the key” kind - more like “poke the wrong spot and something indecent happens.” The animation’s surprisingly alive; her eyes twitch in that awkward, human way that makes it both hotter and funnier. You can tell the artist’s obsessed with micro-expressions - tiny smirks, that split-second of resistance before she just gives up trying to look dignified. The glory hole bit? It’s handled with this absurd level of ritual, like the dev wanted to parody sacred fantasy tropes but ended up making the most unholy confession booth imaginable. Sometimes the camera lingers too long, like it’s waiting for you to blink first. I didn’t.

What kills me is how unserious it all feels. There’s no fake epic music, no “chosen one” nonsense - just this quiet, looping moan track that somehow fits the dungeon’s echo. I kept expecting a boss fight, but the only thing that fought back was my mouse hand. It’s lewd, sure, but it’s also self-aware in a stupidly charming way. You can almost hear the dev whisper, “yeah, I know what you came for,” while Frieren’s face says, “I can’t believe I’m in this mess again.” And honestly? Same.

You start as this clueless 18-year-old thrown into Hogwarts University, and the first thing that hits you isn’t some epic prophecy or dark lord, it’s how horny literally everyone is under the “serious academic” surface. It feels like some fanfic writer drank too much coffee and said, “what if all that sexual tension in the books actually went somewhere” and then just never stopped typing. You walk in, you get sorted, professors try to act professional, but every corridor, every classroom, every dorm has that vibe. You’re supposed to be learning spells and building stats like in a normal RPG, but half the time you’re thinking, “ok, if I raise my charisma two more points, can I finally convince Hermione to stop pretending she doesn’t want it?” The game knows exactly why you’re here. It just plays coy for a while, then opens up like a fucking floodgate.

What I really liked is how the “main” story keeps its pants on longer than you expect. You can just play it as a weird school-life dating sim where nothing too crazy happens, just some flirting, touching, maybe a blowjob in a quiet tower if you push things. But if you start poking around side quests, oh boy. You find that weird basement club where somebody is studying mind control “purely for research”, and next thing you’re watching a good little girl like Ginny suddenly agree to spread her legs for your big cock because someone tweaked her thoughts. Or you’re helping Luna “understand male anatomy” in some abandoned classroom, and she’s on her knees, eyes shining, drool on her chin, trying to take you all the way down while mumbling something about “proper field work”. The scene where Nymphadora Tonks shapeshifts her body a bit just to fit you deeper while she rides you is the kind of detail that sticks in your head longer than it should. And then there’s Hermione, trying to stay in control, correcting you on spell names while you’re burying yourself in her tight virgin pussy for the first time. She tries to keep talking about exams, then she just breaks, clings to you, and you feel her shudder around you. That mix of “smart girl losing her composure” is porn gold, sorry.

The game is kinda evil with how many routes it hides behind simple choices. You joke with one girl instead of another, suddenly you’re tangled in some NTR chain where your “pure” crush is sneaking off to get reamed by a tentacled monstrosity from the forbidden section while you stand outside the door hearing those wet, sloppy sounds. Or you focus on a milf professor, help her grade papers, and there’s this small moment where she guides your hand to her tits while explaining some spell like it’s nothing. Later she’s on her desk, skirt up, ass exposed, begging you to go in her ass because “no one has to know if it leaves no marks”. The anal scenes actually feel different from the vaginal ones, not just copy paste text, and sometimes the animation even lines up with the dirty dialog in a way that made me stop and smile like an idiot. Not everything is that polished though. On mobile, swiping through menus sometimes makes the wrong dialogue option light up and I keep thinking “I’ll report that bug” but I just don’t. There’s a whole thing with a trans character too, where you can either be a supportive, horny bastard and enjoy her cock and tits together in a messy oral-threesome combo, or act like a jealous shit and push her into cheating stuff with other students. Some of the cheating scenes hit weirdly hard. One moment you’re happily dating, next you walk into a room and she’s full of someone else, moaning your name by accident. I wish the pregnancy stuff was a bit more reactive to all that, like more scenes where girls rub their swollen belly while you cum in them again, but whatever, it still scratches that breeding itch enough. And I swear the dorm hallway makes this one sound effect that annoys me every single time, but I keep playing anyway.

Kohei comes back to his old town for something boring like university, and instead walks straight into the kind of summer that fucks with your head for years after. It looks harmless at first. Childhood streets, cicadas screaming, cheap fans pushed to their limit, that older girl next door who used to ruffle his hair and laugh too loud. Misaki feels like she should be safe territory, familiar, almost family, this cozy fantasy of “onee-san who waited for you”. The game knows that expectation and plays with it in a way that’s honestly pretty mean. She’s still teasing, still bright on the surface, but her eyes slip away at weird moments, her smile freezes half a second too long. Small details like that. You pick a flirty choice, she laughs, leans in, you can almost smell her sweat and shampoo mix, and then some other guy’s name casually comes up and your stomach drops. It’s not subtle, and it’s not gentle.

The horny parts grow slowly, like mold in a corner you pretend not to see. At first you’re just choosing where to spend a day, which cheap cafe, whether to help her carry groceries. One scene you’re alone with Misaki in her apartment, the sun too bright through thin curtains, her in a loose tank top and shorts that ride up when she sits cross-legged. She offers you iced tea, your hand brushes her thigh when you take the glass, she goes quiet for a second. That silence is hotter than any moaning later. The game loves those tiny pauses, the routes where nothing explicit happens yet are somehow dirtier in your head than the straight-up sex scenes. Then there are the runs where you lean into the NTR sickness on purpose, like poking a bruise. Letting her reply to that late-night message. Choosing not to follow her when she “just goes to meet an old friend”. Coming back to a half-buttoned blouse, a faint smell that is not your cologne, and a CG that stings more because she is still smiling at you like she wants to protect you from what already happened. It gives you options to avoid that, sure, to keep things “pure” and romantic, but you feel the game secretly smirking when you pick them, like a producer forced to include a vanilla route to keep the sponsors calm.

What makes it interesting for me as a genre nerd is how it plays with POV shifts. One route you’re stuck inside Kohei’s head, rationalizing, pretending it’s fine, one bad choice, no big deal. On another, it flips and suddenly you’re watching scenes where you’re not supposed to be present at all, getting that ugly voyeur thrill. Sometimes you see Misaki from another guy’s eyes, the way he studies the sweat creeping along her neck, the way her body reacts even when her voice says “we shouldn’t”. That’s where the eroticism goes from simple horny to slightly cruel, because it forces you to admit that her desire is not a thing you own. And still the game offers proper romance lines, soft endings where you manage to hold on to her and build something tender out of all this mess. Those paths feel almost suspicious, like you wandered into a different title hosted on the same site by accident. But that contrast gives the sex extra charge. A slow kiss in a quiet room means one thing when you trust her; the same CG, same pose, after you saw what she did in another route, becomes loaded with paranoia, with “who touched you like this yesterday”. It is not elegant writing, not “high art”, but it understands really well how lust, jealousy, nostalgia and that stupid first-love hope all bleed into each other and make you click “next” even when you already hate the ending you know you’re walking toward.

College looks normal on the surface: crappy dorm beds, group chats blowing up over nothing, professors who talk like podcasts on 0.75x speed. Under all that, this game quietly hands you a body that does not stay put. You start as this regular 18-year-old guy, horny and stressed and barely holding it together, and then your skin starts crawling in ways that aren’t just “I need to jerk off before lecture.” Limbs stretch when you panic, muscles twist into inhuman shapes, and your reflection occasionally smiles before you do. The story doesn’t treat it like some heroic anime glow-up either. It feels dirty, like your own body is hitting on you and you can’t tell it to stop. That’s the fun of it, though: you’re constantly one bad choice away from accidentally showing everyone that the cute freshman with the big cock can also casually grow tentacles out of his back.

What really hooks you is how the erotic stuff grows out of that corruption instead of being tacked on. One scene you’re trying to stay calm in a packed lecture hall while your power reacts to a random boner, and the next scene you’re in a bathroom stall, literally reshaping yourself just enough to jerk off without leaving obvious traces, only to lose control and end up painting the walls with thick, barely-human cum. And when the game starts playing with gender shift, it doesn’t pretend it’s some wholesome identity journey. You slide into a soft, curvy version of yourself with big tits and a fat ass because it feels good and because you realize how easy it is to make people stare. There’s a kind of wrong thrill in turning into a stacked girl to get closer to some dude who’d never look at you as a guy, then tempting him into a messy titjob or sloppy blowjob while your mind is still very much male, buried somewhere under the bouncing flesh and ruined mascara. The writing leans into that twisted mix of arousal and shame: you’re hard even when you don’t have a dick, dripping in all the wrong places, surrounded by people who think you’re just another thirsty coed while something inside you writhes like a monster in heat.

Then there are the actual monsters, the things that gave you this power in the first place. They don’t just show up for fights; they slither into the sex. Tentacles that push under your clothes when you’re trying to act normal on a date, thick coils sliding between your transformed thighs while you’re grinding on some unsuspecting classmate, that awful, amazing moment where you realize you can open yourself in ways no human body should and take every inch of it. Scenes stack up where you’re pinned to a dark alley wall, or bent over some forgotten rooftop edge, body shifting to accommodate impossible girth, every hole filled and overflowing until you’re basically covered in cum, breathing hard and half laughing because part of you likes being used like that. Sometimes you turn it around and use your powers to be the monster instead, growing extra hands for a rough handjob, reshaping your mouth for deeper oral, pushing into a wet, stretched pussy while your skin ripples and your partner doesn’t even notice at first. The horror part never totally leaves; even when you’re riding a dick or taking a monster cock, there’s this background hum that you’re one wrong pulse away from snapping into something no longer human. And yet you keep pushing, keep masturbating with a body that can grow new angles to touch, chasing stronger orgasms while you try to pretend you’re just a normal freshman and not a walking sex-horror glitch waiting to explode all over the world.