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."

You wake up in this house that is not really home, but also not some cold shelter, and that tension sits in every scene. The game starts simple: you, a guy with a shitty past, share space with Abby, who is supposed to be your stepmother, and Ashley, the stepsister who clearly has more issues than any of you admit. The story pretends for a while that it is just about “fitting in” and “gratitude”, but the camera lingers too long on thighs, on lips, on the way Ashley bends over the sink for you to believe this is only about family drama. There is this quiet moral rot underneath, and the game knows it. It plays with it. You are given choices that look harmless at first. Help Abby in the kitchen, or scroll your phone? Knock before entering Ashley’s room, or just push the door and hope she is “busy”? These small things slowly become about what kind of person you allow yourself to be when nobody is looking, when your survival was given as a favor and now your dick wants to renegotiate the terms.

The erotic stuff grows out of that pressure instead of just dropping on you out of nowhere. You start with simple voyeur moments: catching Abby half dressed, her towel a bit loose while she scolds you for being lazy; sitting on the couch while Ashley stretches in shorts that technically cover her, but not your imagination. You get to react, and reactions matter. You can pretend you look away, but then the game still shows your hand under the blanket later while you masturbate to what you saw. It is very honest about that petty, horny part of the mind. Sex toys appear first in their world, not yours. A drawer left half open in Abby’s bedroom, a pink vibrator that you find when you are “just cleaning” like a good boy. The game lets you stare at it too long, lets you imagine how it moves inside her, and before long there is a scene where you are alone, that toy in your hand, stroking yourself while the screen cuts between your cock and the memory of Abby’s neckline. It is filthy, but also painfully believable, like the writer has spent many nights on Pornhub and then thought “what if the guilt never went away afterward”.

What makes this all feel more unsettling is how the game does not punish you directly. There is no big “bad ending” screen. Instead it lets your relationship with Abby shift in tiny, corrupt ways. You compliment her dress, she laughs and calls you “sweet”, and later her hand stays on your shoulder a second too long when she walks past. The animated scenes lean into that slow burn. Her chest moving when she breathes, her fingers tightening around a wine glass, your own hips jerking when you finally get a masturbation scene that pays off all the teasing. When Ashley gets involved it tilts into something even messier, because she weaponizes her teenage spite. One scene has her catch you peeking and instead of screaming, she locks eyes with you, slides a dildo between her legs and keeps going, like she is testing how far she can drag you into her own rebellion. As a moral philosopher I should say this kind of fantasy normalizes terrible boundaries, and that is not wrong, but it also exposes how desire often grows exactly where rules are clearest. The game does not try to justify it with nonsense; it just shows a damaged guy, two women with their own loneliness, a house full of closed doors, and then asks in very quiet ways: if nobody stops you, who are you really when your cock is hard and your excuses sound almost reasonable.

This thing looks at you like some horny multiverse Tinder that went off the rails. You start as this pretty average dude, nothing heroic, nothing super broken, just that familiar "why are all these famous cartoon girls in my life now" energy. And then suddenly you’re stuck clicking around rooms, messing with a weird cube, and Rias is standing there with her boobs basically breaking gravity and you’re still pretending you’re interested in the plot. We tried to, for like five minutes. Then she bent over and the conversation system honestly became background noise.

The whole vibe is like some fanfiction thread escaped from Reddit and someone turned it into a point and click. There’s no huge tutorial slapping your face, you just poke at stuff. One moment you are trying to figure out what this ancient being in the cube wants from you, next moment you’re in what looks like a cheap school corridor and Rias is "thanking" you with a sloppy blowjob that gets more detailed than it has any right to. Her tits are huge, obviously, but they actually use that in scenes, not just as decoration. She presses them against you when you choose some dumb dialogue option and somehow it feels like the game is laughing at you while still making you hard. Then suddenly you’re with Raven, and she has that deadpan "I hate everything" look while you’re corrupting her bit by bit, talking her into small things first, like a kiss, a little groping, until she’s kneeling and the game quietly slides into full-on throat fucking with her mascara almost ruined. It looks wrong in a hot way, like you caught a wholesome Cartoon Network show sneaking off behind the gym to suck dick.

The AI art is kinda obvious sometimes. You can see fingers going weird in one CG, and Gwen’s nose changes shape between scenes like she’s got three different plastic surgeons on payroll. But then there’s this one moment with Starfire riding you, all orange skin and messy hair, and her face is half pure love and half cock-drunk, and suddenly the AI thing stops mattering. Animations are not crazy smooth, but that almost works, it reminds us of those old flash hentai games on Newgrounds you’d play in a hidden browser window at school. You click the wrong thing sometimes and trigger a repeat line or a half-broken transition, and it’s a bit annoying, but then Gwen is pushing your head between her thighs in some Total Drama crossover nonsense and complaining about how "this better improve my rating", and the scene just lands. Dialog is weird: sometimes actually funny, sometimes cringe as hell, especially when it tries to be deep about romance, like, nobody is here to think about emotions while Rias is spitting cum back on your shaft. But that contrast, this half-serious "save the ancient being" quest wrapped around corrupted waifus from your teen years, kind of sticks in your brain. We kept clicking, not really sure if we care about the cube, just wanting to see how far the game will drag each girl from cute to ruined, and honestly it goes pretty far.

This merchant simulator hits different when you realize the "trade goods" include way more than spices and silk. Valencia's got this weird energy where everyone's horny and politically charged at the same time - like walking into a brothel during election season. Your shopkeeper protagonist isn't just counting coins, he's navigating a web of futa merchants, trans nobles, and regular folks who all want something from his... inventory.

The political angle actually works here because selling weapons to rebels while also supplying the crown creates this constant tension that bleeds into every interaction. One minute you're haggling over sword prices with some gruff captain, next minute she's bent over your counter asking for a "personal discount." The AI-generated dialogue can be janky as hell sometimes - characters will switch from discussing trade routes to propositioning you mid-sentence like they're having a stroke. But honestly? That unpredictability keeps things interesting when you're trying to figure out which faction leader wants to fuck you versus which one wants to fuck you over.

Multiple endings mean your choices actually matter, though some paths feel rushed compared to others. The futa content is surprisingly well-integrated - not just tacked on fetish fuel but actual characters with motivations beyond having dicks. There's this one storyline with a trans guild leader that starts as pure business negotiation and evolves into something genuinely compelling, even if the sex scenes feel a bit mechanical. Valencia itself becomes almost like another character - this living, breathing city where your reputation shifts based on who you're literally and figuratively screwing. The fantasy setting lets them get away with some wild political scenarios that would be impossible in a modern context, and the 2D art style keeps everything feeling cohesive even when the writing gets messy.