You wake up in the future, dick still attached, and somehow that already makes you rare like legendary loot in a shitty gacha. Men are gone, wiped out by some plague, and the world got tired of waiting for them to respawn, so the girls built androids to fill the… gaps. Not just for heavy lifting and fixing pipes either. Your new “life” is basically being a rented toy with a human brain: if a woman flashes her account balance and a weird request, you smile, say “yes, ma’am,” and figure out later why your knees hurt. The game treats this like a normal job, which is kind of the funniest part. One scene you’re lying on a couch while some rich office lady sits on your face like you’re just another piece of furniture, talking on her phone about work targets while using your tongue, the next scene you’re awkwardly trying to pretend you don’t see a horny student girl masturbating in the dorm shower while “testing your sensors.” The tone jumps between sweet, horny, humiliating and just stupid in the good way, like an adult comedy that forgot it was supposed to be subtle.

What I really liked is how it leans into you being property without turning you into a silent mannequin. You can tease back, flirt, or just be confused like a guy who opened the wrong tab at work. There’s a great early moment where your handler drags you to your first client, this shy-looking woman who clearly ordered you “for research.” She acts all serious and academic, then ten minutes later she’s climbing on top of you, hands shaking, asking you to “just stay still and… record the stats” while she rubs herself on you, grinding and panting, apologizing every three seconds and still not stopping. The game loves that contrast: girls acting like they’re in control, but their voice cracking the second your hand “accidentally” slides under the skirt. One milf makes you stand naked on the balcony while she lazily jerks you off from behind, talking in your ear about “exhibition testing,” and you can see other windows lit up, shadows moving. It really sells that voyeur vibe, like half the city is peeking and pretending they’re not.

I wish the notifications bubble in the corner wasn’t that ugly green, it just sits there like a WhatsApp message from someone you hate. Never gets fixed. Anyway, there’s this fun tension in a lot of routes: they talk like you’re just software, but the second you push your luck, like sliding your fingers deeper or holding their hips just a little tighter during oral, they react like you’re very real. Sometimes they punish you for it too. One dommy mechanic girl literally throws you on a workbench, sits on your face, and tells you she’s “recalibrating your tongue module” while grinding till you can barely breathe, then makes you finish her off with your hand under the oily overalls. Another scene goes the other way: a lonely office lady hires you just to cuddle, maybe a bit of groping, but you end up with her gently riding you while half-asleep, soft sleep sex, her muttering her ex’s name and you can decide if you wake her or just hold her tighter and keep going. The game calls itself funny, but it’s also weirdly romantic sometimes, like with the shy lesbian android who starts off just “studying male models” and ends up using you to figure out what she actually wants from girls. There’s groping on crowded trains, forced stripping in small apartments, you jerking off because your client “forgot to finish the test,” harassment in alleys where you’re treated like a vending machine for orgasms. It’s messy, horny, occasionally sweet, and never really lets you forget you’re both a sex worker and a glitchy relic of a dead gender, which sounds heavy but somehow just makes the teasing scenes hit harder.

City looks almost normal from far away, but when you drop into this game and see that alley, with the corpse still fresh and those glowing symbols scratching the walls, it feels like you just walked backstage into the wrong show. You’re Detective Hart, sure, big coat, serious face, typical noir guy, but the story flips so fast. The ritual doesn’t stop with the dead body, it kind of slides under your skin instead. One minute you click on a weird relic to “inspect evidence”, next minute you’re flat on your back with some smug milf in shredded cosplay heels grinding her huge ass over your chest, explaining “arcane marks” while her tits are basically screaming in your face. The whole point & click thing becomes this slow tease: every hotspot you explore is like someone putting a thumb on your zipper, not pulling yet, just testing the tension.

Artifacts in this city don’t just give power, they pick their toys, and they really like you. There’s this one scene in a run-down club, all neon purple reflections and sticky floor. You’re supposed to interrogate a suspect, female dom vibe from the start, tight latex corset, fake demon horns, that smug ahegao half-smile like she already knows how you taste. You click on her boots first, because of course you do, and suddenly the POV drops right to the floor. She pins your wrists with one heel, toes sliding over your crotch, slow, lazy footjob while she “questions” you about the Queen. Every question is an order. Every answer you get wrong, she speeds up a little. And you kind of want to get them wrong. The game doesn’t shout at you about choices, it just lets you click, react, and then you realize that one tiny decision in a dialogue tree means the next CG is a rough titfuck against a wall instead of a soft blowjob on the couch.

Best part is how messy the sex is with the magic stuff. These cursed relics keep warping scenes. Like, you pick up this small, innocent looking amulet in an antique shop, and when you come back to your motel, the milf landlord is waiting in the hallway in a “just a towel” cosplay that never existed before. You see it in POV, her big tits dripping water, towel half-open, and she starts “helping” you relax from the case. Handjob at first, slow, almost too gentle, then she uses those huge breasts and spits on your shaft, pushing them together, fucking you between them while the amulet pulses somewhere on the nightstand. If you click on her eyes instead of her chest, she suddenly goes full ritual mode, climbs on top, rides you raw, big ass bouncing in your lap while she whispers about the trapped Queen and how your cum is part of the key. She holds you inside when you start to twitch, no choice to pull out, you feel that creampie vibe in the CG, her stomach slightly tense, that satisfied, filthy ahegao like “yeah, that one counted”.

Later, when the anal scenes start showing up, it’s not just random kink. It’s like every time you press too deep into this cursed world, the women press too deep into you. There’s this alleyway callback, where a cosplaying cultist pins you to the hood of a car. She’s in some fake nun outfit that would get you banned from half of Twitch, and she uses your own tie to bind your hands. You think it’s just another blowjob, her lips working up and down, spit glistening, her hand twisting your shaft, but the relic under her garter flares and suddenly she turns around, spreads her big ass, and just sinks down on you in one brutal move. No slow prep, just that one hot, painful-good thrust, her ass swallowing your cock while she looks over her shoulder making full ahegao, tongue out, eyes rolled, like the demon queen is watching through her. And yes, I know I said my favorite was the tender motel titfuck, but I lied, this rough car-hood anal owns my brain now. The teasing in this game is cruel in a fun way: they let you hover right at that edge with a foot sliding along your shaft, or a tongue circling just the tip, then slam you deep into a scene that ends with a messy creampie and a little note somewhere in the UI that another artifact “accepts your offering”. It’s horny, clumsy in spots, the AI CG sometimes makes a thigh too thick or a hand slightly weird, but honestly that makes it hotter, like a dirty sketchbook instead of some perfect poster. Every new scene feels like fuel for a different burlesque number in my head, lots of slow reveals, big ass turns, lipstick marks on detective badges, and a city that moans back when you touch it in the right place.

Holly looks like that girl from your college group project who always did the whole report, and here you basically watch what happens when life starts poking holes in that “good girl” armor. It starts pretty innocent: she moves out, needs a job, thinks she’ll just work hard and be boring and responsible. Then her “dream opportunity” turns out to be in this media company that lives on flirting with the line between normal content and straight up porn. At first she’s just sitting in an office trying not to stare when someone is looking at explicit stuff on a monitor right next to her. There’s this scene where she pretends to focus on Excel while a video with a huge black guy fucking some petite redhead is playing two desks away, and you can feel how she’s annoyed and horny in the same time. The game really pushes that slow slide, where she still thinks she’s pure while her hand is under the desk, rubbing herself because she “just needs to relax a bit after work”. Sure, Holly. Sure.

The fun part is how the story steals tricks from fanfic culture. You know how people write canon-compliant fics where one tiny choice changes everything? Here you get that in a dirty format. You can keep her on the almost-vanilla route, loyal to her relationship, saying no to the creepy boss who likes to “test the talent” in private. There’s this date scene that feels like bad Wattpad, in a cute way, where she tries to act normal at dinner after she accidentally spent her lunch break watching a lesbian casting interview in the studio downstairs. She stares at the waitress’s ass longer than at the menu and you get to choose if she admits it or just lies and blushes hard. Or you can start pushing her into more humiliating stuff, like agreeing to “help” with a live stream by playing the shy intern who gets talked into showing just a little more skin, then a bit more, then suddenly she’s topless in front of thousands and some guy behind the camera is groping her tits because “audience engagement is dropping”. The game loves that teasing stage, when she’s saying “no, I’m not like those girls” while her nipples are hard and her boss is already unzipping his pants. There is a very specific blowjob scene in an office chair where she’s trying not to smear lipstick, and you have this stupid tiny choice about eye contact that changes the whole tone. If she looks up, it stops feeling like an accident and starts looking like she enjoys being under him, with his hand on the back of her head guiding the rhythm, almost choking her a bit, and that’s where the corruption vibe really hits.

What I liked is how the “good” vs “bad” path doesn’t feel clean. Even if you try to play her as a saint, the game still throws temptations at her: a drunk night where she wakes up half naked with a girl from work, fingers still sticky, trying to remember who started the lesbian stuff; a “modeling test” that is totally not just masturbation on camera; a casting where a huge guy grabs her ass like it’s public property and she hesitates just long enough that he takes it as a yes. There is cheating, obviously. The first time she lets another man cum on her face, she sends her boyfriend a totally innocent selfie a bit later, pretending she was “busy in the office” while there’s still a tiny drop she didn’t wipe perfectly from her hairline. Interracial scenes are not subtle either. They lean into that porn logic where Holly keeps telling herself it’s “just work” while she’s sitting on a massive cock, stretched wide, cheeks slapping, and the director orders her to turn so the camera gets her big ass bouncing for the viewers. Sometimes she seems humiliated to the point of breaking, like when she has to strip in a place where anyone could walk in, covering herself badly while someone films, combining exhibitionism with that nasty little thrill of maybe getting caught. Other times she’s the one teasing, giving handjobs under the table during meetings, masturbating in the shower while replaying every dirty thing that happened that day. It’s a mess in a good way, like a fanfic that started as “college romance” and somehow ended with the heroine groped from all sides in a crowded club, half ashamed, half hungry for more. And anyway, I still can’t forgive that one scene where the phone UI in-game looks like a cheap WhatsApp clone, my brain keeps focusing on that tiny detail every time she’s sexting some guy instead of paying attention to the filthy stuff happening in the room.

Reborn in this world, you don’t start as some overpowered hentai demigod. You start small, weak, awkward, staring at stat screens like a horny nerd who suddenly woke up inside the fantasy game he used to jerk off to. It feels weirdly familiar, all those windows and numbers and skills, like someone mashed together an isekai anime, Pornhub tags, and a DnD character sheet, then said “yeah, now suffer for it.” The beginning actually made me laugh, in that “oh shit, that would be me” way, watching this guy (or futa, if you go that road) try to figure out how to use magic and how not to die on the first dungeon floor while getting distracted by every pair of tits in a ten-meter radius.

The mood swings a lot. One moment you’re counting turns in combat, trying to squeeze out that last spell with barely any mana, the next you’re getting pinned against a wall by some smug monster girl with too many curves and way too much confidence. The harem thing doesn’t just fall in your lap, you kind of earn it through quests, choices, and that slightly evil curiosity that makes you pick the option you probably shouldn’t. There is this early dungeon where you walk in thinking “ok, grind a bit, gain some XP” and end up bargaining with a horny plant girl that really, really wants to see what you can do from behind. Strategy suddenly becomes “how many skills can I use before I’m literally drained in every sense.” And I liked that the futa angle is there like a temptation, not shoved down your throat unless you ask for it. You can stay vanilla cock, or you can wake up with something extra between your legs and a whole new way to ruin NPCs. Choice hits different when it’s about what kind of dick you swing.

What surprised me most is how often I forgot I was playing a porn game and not some half-janky, half-charming RPG on itch.io. The humor lands more often than it should, with those little comments about EXP farming, hentai logic, and how nobody in fantasy worlds knows what a condom is. Sometimes the text rambles, sometimes the pacing trips, like the dev got lost in their own horny brain and just went “fuck it, more dialogue, more teasing,” and I kinda love that. There is one scene in particular, in a deeper dungeon level, where you’re low on health, you win a fight by like one lucky hit, and instead of a normal reward you get this cocky demon girl asking if the hero who nearly died wants to “use her body as a potion.” It’s porn logic, but the teasing before the actual sex is long enough you start clicking faster, half annoyed, half turned on, like a degenerate trying to skip ads on xHamster. The AI CG sometimes looks a bit off, a hand here, a weird strand of hair there, and it annoyed me way more than it should. I stared at that one broken finger in a blowjob scene far too long, and it lives in my head rent free now. Still, the mix of turn based combat, dumb jokes, fantasy races throwing themselves at you, anal and vaginal scenes popping up like loot drops, and that feeling of slowly building a harem through stats and bad decisions... I’d honestly give it “Best Use of Bad Life Choices in a Fantasy Harem” and not even say it as a joke. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?