So there's this weird little game about Lincoln getting cursed by some horny demon, and honestly? The premise is so ridiculous it actually works. You're clicking around trying to seduce your crush Leni while this succubus is literally sucking the life out of you - but here's where it gets messy in the best way. The sound design hits different when Luna's moaning in that fake British accent, and Rita's... well, let's just say the landlord situation escalates quickly. The ahegao faces are over-the-top cartoon bullshit, but somehow that makes the whole thing hotter? Like when you're groping Leni and her expression just breaks - it's so fucking exaggerated it loops back to being sexy.

The pacing is all wrong though, which might be intentional or just sloppy coding. You'll spend forever clicking through dialogue with Luna about her punk aesthetic, then suddenly you're balls deep in a handjob scene with Rita that comes out of nowhere. Actually, that's not true - there are buildup moments, but they're buried under so much parody humor you miss them. The big tits physics are laughably bad, bouncing like they're filled with jello, yet I found myself replaying those groping sequences anyway. Rita's ass is rendered with this weird attention to detail that doesn't match the rest of the art style, like someone spent way too much time on that specific asset. The point-and-click mechanics feel clunky as hell - you're hunting for hotspots while Lincoln's supposedly dying from demon possession, which creates this bizarre urgency that doesn't match the gameplay at all.

What really fucks with me is how the milf content with Rita feels more genuine than the main Leni storyline, even though she's supposed to be the fashionable crush driving the plot. The demon possession angle becomes background noise once you're deep in the sex scenes, which defeats the whole supernatural premise but... honestly, who cares when the handjob animations are this detailed?

There’s something trashy-beautiful about how this game doesn’t even pretend to care about subtlety. The first time I saw the MC walk back into that sleepy monster-town, I laughed out loud - not because it’s funny, but because the art has this weird warmth, like the lines were drawn by someone who actually felt horny while drawing. Everyone’s eyes look too wet, and there's a kind of sticky gloss over the skin shading that almost makes you want to touch the screen. The music? I swear the menu theme sounds like it was made on one of those free phone apps people use when they can’t sleep. But then again, it fits: cheap melodies under raw desire. And it works better than it should.

I remember this one moment with the mom-character - or maybe aunt, I lost track - she’s leaning over the kitchen counter, tail twitching slow, voice low enough that you have to turn the volume up just to catch the breath between her words. Then bam, the handjob CG hits like a punch in the gut. It's not just erotic, it’s oddly *personal*, like watching someone else’s secret being filmed badly on purpose. The dialogue is clumsy, sure, but the timing of the moans and the shaky breathing clips make it feel real. The dev probably recorded them in a closet somewhere. I respect that. At the same time, some of the school scenes drag forever, especially the teasing stuff - too much text, too little payoff. Yet I still read every line because the writing accidentally slips into poetry when describing the character’s tail brushing against skin. No idea if that was meant to happen.

Weirdly enough, I kept thinking about how the corruption mechanics don’t make sense - the girls fall for you too fast, and somehow it works better that way. The story says it’s romance, but nah, it’s more like emotional vandalism dressed up as affection. Half the time I got bored, the other half I was grinning like an idiot. It reminds me of licking cheap candy: it melts ugly but tastes good anyway.

Mia’s story starts in that quiet, heavy place where everything in a marriage looks fine from the outside, but inside it already smells like something died. She’s got the husband, the home, the routines, the fake “we’re okay” sex where both of them kind of know they’re lying. Nothing dramatic at first, just that slow emotional starvation. You see it in the tiny moments: her staring too long at her phone while he talks about work, her forcing a smile when he kisses her forehead instead of her lips. The game leans into that boredom hard, like it wants you to feel how dry her life is before anything dirty even happens. And then, when a new guy walks in, or a new temptation, or even just someone looking at her like she’s still a woman and not just “the wife,” you already understand why her pulse starts going crazy. It doesn’t excuse shit, but it makes the first flirt hit differently.

What I really liked is how the erotic side doesn’t explode instantly. It creeps. You’re mostly watching Mia’s mind corrupt itself in slow motion. One day she’s just texting someone a bit too late. Next day she’s sending a picture that is technically “safe” but you know she picked that angle because she wanted him to see her curves. Little things. Lingering camera on her thighs while she sits in the car, the way her shirt rides up at home and she doesn’t fix it right away. Her husband sometimes walks in at the worst/best possible moments, like when she’s still wet from some dirty conversation and pretending everything’s normal. There’s no branching choices to save her or be a saint. It’s kinetic, so you’re basically strapped to the backseat, watching her fall and sometimes wishing she’d stop while also loving how far she goes. That voyeur feeling is strong. You’re not the hero, you’re the perv in the dark, enjoying every time she crosses a new line.

Sexually, it gets nasty in a very intimate way. Not just “oh she fucks another guy,” but the emotional cheating too. She starts dressing just a bit more daring when she knows she might see him. You notice when she stops wearing certain underwear with her husband but puts it on before meeting someone else. That hit me more than the actual sex scenes, honestly. When her husband is trying to be sweet and she’s secretly replaying another man’s hands on her body in her head, that’s brutal. And hot. And fucked. The corruption really stands out in how her guilt shifts from “I shouldn’t be doing this” to “I hope he doesn’t find out” to finally “does it even matter if he does.” At some point she’s getting turned on by the risk itself, barely hiding her marks, letting herself smell like sex when she gets home. There’s this one moment where she looks at herself in the mirror after doing something she swore she’d never do, and you can’t even tell if she hates herself or loves what she’s becoming. The game doesn’t hold your hand or explain if she’s right or wrong. It just shows you Mia, a wife who is both broken and selfish and unbelievably horny, letting a new spark burn right through the life she pretends to care about. And you watch, because of course you fucking do.

You wake up in this weird little cafe that looks like somebody mixed a cheap coffee shop with a forgotten temple and then gave up halfway. You don’t know your name, you don’t know why your clothes look like you stole them from three different people, and everyone around you keeps smiling and pushing this “special sorrel coffee” like it’s normal. Nothing feels normal. The barista has this perfect big soft chest pressed into her apron every time she leans over the counter, and she keeps saying things like “just one sip, it will help you remember.” It doesn’t help you remember. It rips you out of that place and spits you into some new world, and every world has hotter women and worse problems. One moment you’re walking down a quiet fantasy village street trying not to stare at a girl whose tits are barely fitting in her armor, next moment you’re running from some government-looking agent with a gun while a monster girl with glowing eyes licks her lips and tells you she likes your smell.

The game doesn’t hold your hand, which is kind of nice and kind of annoying. You click through scenes, pick what to say, and the story just shifts around you. Sometimes one small choice in a cafe or a random side comment to a monster girl changes where you end up later. I took a “polite” option once, tried to be a gentleman to this shy horned girl, and two scenes later she had me pinned to a mossy rock, riding my cock while her tail curled around my leg and dug just a bit into my skin. She looked almost innocent, but the way her huge boobs bounced and slapped against her chest in those little looped animations was not innocent at all. Another route, I acted like an asshole and she straight up tried to kill me instead of fuck me. Fair, I guess. There is a lot of focus on bodies: big tits, big asses, thick thighs pressing around your head while you’re buried between someone’s legs, feeling their pussy clench on you in the text while the animation just repeats this slow, teasing grind. It is honestly hot, then suddenly the plot goes “oh yeah, remember the mystery?” and throws some new clue about who you are and why these monster girls and agents want you. The tone hops around, like one scene is a serious chase, next is you with your dick deep inside some busty cat-like girl on a table in a “reality” that might vanish with the next sip of coffee.

The visual style is simple but it works; you can tell the artist cares more about curves than perfection. Some angles look a bit weird, but when her tits are smashed against your chest during a slow vaginal scene, you forget to care. The animations are short loops, yet they hit that nice rhythm where your brain fills in the extra movement. Sometimes I wished there was more “vanilla” build up. There are sweet moments, like a quiet talk in a candlelit room where the girl sits too close and you can see her blush while she adjusts her dress around her big ass, but often it jumps from mystery talk straight to “I want to feel you inside me” without much slow burn. As a purist, I always look for that slightly more normal, emotional sex, and here you get it sometimes, then other times the monster girl is drooling over your cock like she hasn’t eaten in weeks. Still, the whole coffee-resets-reality thing keeps the multiple endings interesting, because you never feel safe. You kiss someone, fuck her, maybe even think “ok, this path is mine now,” and one bad sip later you’re in another world, another danger, another huge chest pressing up against you while you still have no idea who the hell you really are.