College should be about boring lectures and shitty coffee, but in this game it’s just sex, trouble, and that slow brain rot you get from scrolling horny memes instead of studying. You play as Will, trying to act like a decent boyfriend while your girl April walks around campus dressed like a wet dream with legs. She’s got that “good girl who knows exactly what she’s doing” vibe, smiling sweet, bending over too far, licking her lips when she knows you’re watching. Everyone looks. Some pretend not to. Some don’t even bother. And you just sit there thinking, yeah, I’d die for her, but I’d also kill the guy who keeps staring at her tits during class. Then you see the same guy in her DMs later and your stomach just drops in that very specific netorare way.

What got me hooked wasn’t even the orcs and elves at first. It was all the small human shit. April sends you a pic that’s “just for you,” tongue out, eyes rolled, drool on her chin, full ahegao like she’s already been fucked stupid, and you notice in the corner there’s a tiny reflection, like a shadow of someone else there. Or that party scene where she’s grinding on you on the dancefloor, her ass pressed into your crotch, and out of nowhere some tall orc bastard slides his hand down her hip. The game lets it hang for a second too long. Her eyes meet yours, and you feel that mix of jealousy and pure arousal punching you in the gut. She doesn’t pull away fast. That tiny pause is where this thing lives. You’re half hard, half sick, and the AI art smiles like it knows what it’s doing. The interracial stuff doesn’t show up as some big speech, it’s just in the way an elf girl casually runs her tongue along April’s neck in the bathroom stall, or the way a minotaur bartender looks at your girl like she’s already on his cock and you can’t do shit about it. Vaginal, oral, tits bouncing, spit dripping down chins, cum painting those big curves, and then she still calls you “babe” like nothing happened. Feels bad. Feels amazing. Both.

It’s a kinetic story, so you mostly watch, and somehow that makes it worse. No choices to save her, no reload to “fix” a scene. You just sit and take it while April slowly tests every line, from teasing selfies she “accidentally” posts where half her nipple shows, to “harmless” flirting with some rich guy promising to help with tuition if she keeps him entertained. At one point she’s kneeling between a stranger’s legs while still wearing the necklace you gave her, cheeks hollowing as she takes him deeper, eyes glossy, and you know she’s cheating even if the story never shouts the word. The exhibition stuff hits hard too: bathroom mirror pics with her panties already around her knees, blowjob under a library table while people walk past, her riding someone on a couch at a house party with the door wide open and her tongue out like a pornstar. The 2D art goes from kinda cute to absolutely filthy in seconds, and sometimes the AI details glitch a bit, like a finger looking weird, and it annoyed me so much I forgot what I was saying, but then the camera angle drops low between her thighs and that clean, wet slit fills the screen and I’m just staring. The whole thing feels like scrolling through some cursed folder you shouldn’t have found on your own phone. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Angels Academy feels like someone smashed a horny dating sim into a theology class, spilled porn all over the syllabus, then said “yeah, this is fine” and opened the doors anyway. You play this bratty guy who got shipped off to a religious “last chance” island because he got caught jerking off, which already tells you the tone: no one here is really holy, they just pretend until their pants are off. The whole place is this weird mix of strict uniforms, old stone halls, stained glass, and girls with asses and tits that do not belong in a place that talks about purity. One moment you’re nodding along while some pious girl talks about virtue, the next you are watching her blush hard while you stare a little too long when the wind lifts her skirt. The story gives you space to either play the slightly decent guy who teases, flirts, learns how to talk to different beliefs, or the absolute bastard who blackmails, corrupts and turns every “angel” into something far from heaven. It is mostly clicking around the campus, spying where you should not, poking at every shiny icon like a horny raccoon, and then watching what kind of trouble your mouth and your hands can start.

The fun comes from how dirty the game is willing to go while still pretending it has “faith” in the background. There is this high you get when you pull a girl away from the group after some prayer session, close the door behind you, and she goes from “God is watching” to sliding to her knees with your cock in her mouth, drool on her chin, eyes up like she is worshiping something else now. Some scenes play from your eyes only, so when you shove a shy virgin against a locker and just start groping her ass through the skirt, you see her breathing quicken literally in front of you. Or when you push a proud, bossy girl to strip on a balcony where people might look up at any second, and she hates you for making her do it but still spreads her legs wider because you told her to. The tone jumps a lot: one route feels like romance with slow teasing and handjobs in quiet dorm rooms, another is pure humiliation, like forcing some religious honor student to masturbate for you while she whispers prayers that get more and more broken. You can fool around with all kinds of girls, different skin tones, different religions, different kinks, and the game happily lets you be a controlling prick who uses secrets and blackmail to build a harem that looks holy on paper and filthy from your bed. I wish the UI didn’t hide some scenes behind weird skill checks that look like a spreadsheet, but whatever, it still feels good when that one choice you made three clicks ago suddenly turns into a sloppy blowjob in a confession booth with the candles flickering and her faith falling apart on your dick.

Quiet Hogwarts, snow outside, fire crackling, and you’re not sneaking around under an invisibility cloak for once. You’re just… stuck in the library with Hermione over Christmas, pretending to study while both of you are clearly thinking about anything but homework. The game drops you right into an already serious relationship with her, which I liked a lot more than the usual “stranger meets witch, dick out immediately” vibe. She already knows your habits, calls you out on your bullshit, and still blushes when you lean in too close. It feels like you’re reading fanfic that finally stopped being shy and grew some balls. One moment she’s correcting your notes, next moment she’s pressing that stupidly tight sweater against your arm and the conversation just quietly shifts from “Ancient Runes” to “how wet can I get from you whispering in my ear.” No big explosion, just a slow slip from wholesome to filthy. Harry would lose his mind if he saw half of it, which makes it even better.

The art is this AI-touched 2D style that sometimes looks perfect and then in the very next scene Hermione’s hair decides gravity is optional and her hand is doing something weird in the background. Her ass, though, holy shit. Whoever tuned the prompts for that deserves a medal. Every time she leans over a desk or sits on your lap, it’s like the whole screen is just curves and stockings. Her tits are big, soft-looking, but not stupid balloon size, and the game is not shy about putting your face between them. One scene had her trying to keep reading while you kiss down her neck, and the way her expression flickers between “must focus” and “please just fuck me on this chair already” actually felt way more intimate than the later full-on oral scene. That one is pretty detailed too, with her on her knees between your legs, hair a mess, hand around your shaft while she looks up for approval like she secretly loves being a little slut just for you, but the build up is what sells it. Sometimes the text goes a bit too purple, then suddenly swings back to very blunt “she wraps her lips around your cock” and it feels like the writer got horny and forgot about style. Honestly, relatable.

What surprised me was Luna showing up. She kind of drifts into the story like she wandered out of the wrong book, talking in that spaced-out way, and the whole mood shifts. Not exactly a love triangle, more like she gently pokes at your bond with Hermione, asking these weirdly sharp questions while smiling like she knows way more than she says. There’s this scene where she finds you and Hermione in a quiet corridor after you two clearly just finished fucking, Hermione’s hair wrecked, your shirt half open, and Luna just tilts her head and says something like, “Research went well, I see.” No judgment, just curious. Depending on the choices, you can lean into that tension or keep it sweet, and I’m still not sure which way I liked more, because Hermione getting possessive is hot as hell, but Luna’s dreamy curiosity hits a different nerve. The branching is there, not huge, but enough that I actually reloaded a couple times on my phone between Telegram messages, trying different answers. There’s romance, there’s proper vaginal fucking on a library table that really should not be allowed, there’s messy, needy oral under a blanket while snow falls outside the window, and somewhere in the middle of all that smut you realise you actually care about these two idiots and their little holiday bubble. It’s cozy, horny, occasionally janky, and honestly I wouldn’t change that. Let it stay a bit messy. Feels more like you caught them in a real, dirty Christmas week instead of some perfect fantasy postcard.

Millie's got that thicc demon energy that hits different when you're supposedly dead but somehow hornier than ever. This Helluva Boss parody throws you into Hell's most dysfunctional assassination company where the mystery of your own demise takes backseat to getting spanked by cartoon demon girls with impossibly round asses. The whole "solve your death" plotline? Yeah, that gets real fuzzy when Mildred's bent over showing off assets that defy both physics and good taste.

What starts as detective work quickly devolves into pure horniness wrapped in familiar red-skinned characters doing things Vivienne Medrano definitely didn't approve for cable. The paranormal elements feel more like convenient excuses to get freaky with monster girls who somehow make being dead seem like the best career move you never made. Male protagonist stumbles through Hell like he's got permanent brain fog, which honestly tracks when every demon chick is packing heat in all the right places. The cheating mechanics add this weird guilt layer that shouldn't work but absolutely does - nothing says "I'm investigating my mysterious death" quite like raw-dogging your way through the entire I.M.P. roster.

The spanking scenes hit with that cartoon physics energy where asses jiggle like they're made of premium jello, and honestly? The 2D art style works better for this kind of degenerate content than any realistic approach could. Helluva Game knows exactly what it is - shameless fan service disguised as mystery solving, where the real mystery becomes how many demon girls you can corrupt before remembering you're supposed to be dead. The parody elements nail that irreverent Helluva Boss humor while cranking the sexual tension to levels that would make Blitzo blush. Sure, the plot about your death exists somewhere in there, but good luck caring when Millie's teaching you new definitions of "workplace harassment."