Andrew thinks he is just dropping a box at some weird rich lady’s place, then he blinks and suddenly he is the box. That is how this game feels. One moment you’re a normal delivery guy, the next you’re naked on cold floor with a collar around your neck and three witches arguing if you should lick their feet first or their pussy. The whole thing is set inside this magical house that looks kind of normal on the surface, but every room is like a trap for your dignity. Doors move, furniture stares at you, the staircase literally kicks you back down when the mistress is not done using your mouth. You have that classic “choose what to say” style, but it’s not polite choices. It’s more like: do you kneel and call her “mistress” now, or do you try to run and get turned into a human sex mop. As a CYOA nerd, I liked how one wrong click and boom, you’re chained to a bed giving sloppy blowjob practice while two of them laugh and use magic to keep your jaw wide open.

What hit me hard is how they play with humiliation. Not just “haha you’re naked” but deeper stuff. There is a scene where the redhead witch makes you scrub the floor with your tongue, and each stain you clean she uses a spell to make your dick twitch harder. She keeps asking dumb little questions like “are you proud of yourself, delivery boy?” and if you answer wrong she hooks her heel under your balls and presses, very slowly. Her tits are huge and always in your face, like she knows you want to look up, and she won’t let you. Another one sits behind you on the couch and uses your face as a seat while watching some stupid magical TV show, just ignoring you except when she needs you to lick her feet clean. There is this moment where she forces you to hold her legs up on your shoulders while she rides your tongue and talks about grocery lists, like you’re not even a man anymore, just some enchanted furniture with a hard-on. I liked that actually more than the big flashy spells. The magic is there, sure, glowing circles, invisible hands, the usual stuff, but the best parts are tiny things, like when she snaps her fingers and you instantly cum in your pants in the middle of the hallway while the whole house laughs, and you just want to reload but you also kinda don’t.

The 3dcg style helps a lot because the body language is clear. When the main witch pushes her foot into your mouth and curls her toes, you see every little toe wrinkle, the shine of drool when she makes you keep your tongue out and uses it as a footrest. It is not subtle. There is a crazy animated scene where you’re tied on your back at the bottom of the stairs, cock sticking up, and every time someone walks past they either spit on it, step on it, or stroke it with their sole, almost gentle, then stop right before you finish. You can choose to beg or stay quiet, but both paths end with you being called a good little house slave. The game pretends you can escape, gives you that fake hope with some paths where you sneak around the corridors and try doors, but the house itself is on their side, so it just loops you back to the same room where the mistress is waiting, bored, legs spread, telling you you’re late and she needs her daily oral worship. One time I tried to roleplay defiant, chose every “resist” option, and my reward was a long scene where they sit in a circle, use magic to stop me from moving, and take turns using my mouth, my face, my cock, like a toy they’re reviewing. They rate your performance out loud, comparing you to former slaves, and it actually hurt a bit in the ego, which is kinda hot if you’re into that. There is this tiny thing that annoyed me though, like the sound effect of footsteps is too loud for no reason, but I kept forgetting to fix the volume because someone was already sitting on my face again. Anyway, the whole vibe is: you thought you were a man with a job, but the house knows you’re just a cock, a tongue, and a pair of shaking legs, and the witches are very happy to prove it to you, scene after scene.

Guy starts out as total loser energy, right? No money, boring life, dad’s a weirdo, same four walls, same browser tabs, same boring porn. Then he finds out this family secret and suddenly it’s like someone toggled “god mode” on his bloodline. Not in the superhero sense, more like “oh, I can twist people’s minds and push them where I want” kind of way. And that hits harder when you realize most of the hot women around him are already kinda messed up in the head. There’s this really fun contrast: his vibe is still this awkward dude with messy room and hand-me-down clothes, while at the same time he’s casually nudging a proud older woman into flashing her tits from the balcony because he said it’d be “liberating.” She argues, blushes like crazy, then does it, and you feel that little “oh shit, I really made her do that” in your stomach along with the boner. That mix of guilt and arousal the game does a lot. It’s not subtle. It’s not trying to be moral. But it knows exactly what button it’s pushing.

The rooms and streets feel like they exist so you can wander around and hunt for those small dirty moments. Opening the fridge and catching your “relative” bending over in this thin T-shirt that basically draws the shape of her ass with the cloth, then later using that mental image to push a bit harder when you finally talk her into “just a kiss” that slides into tongue and then she ends up riding you on the couch like she’s been waiting for it for years. Dialog is where you feel the localization a lot. Some lines are a bit stiff, like “I will make you mine completely,” which sounds like a telenovela, but then there is this one scene where the older neighbor calls you “little parasite” while her nipples are poking through her blouse and it lands perfectly. The grammar slips here and there, but to be honest it kinda matches the MC’s brain. His thoughts read like someone who learned English from porn comments and Discord, and that’s not even a complaint. I was reading his inner monologues and going “yeah, that’s exactly how my brain sounds when I’m trying not to stare at someone’s cleavage on the subway.”

Sex scenes go from tender to completely fucked up faster than Chrome opens another tab. One route I had this shy girl doing cute, slow missionary, legs shaking, moaning your name soft, and then like two scenes later you’ve got her pressed to a wall, panties around one ankle, your hand on her throat while she’s begging you to finish inside her because she “belongs to you now.” The corruption ramp is actually pretty good at showing the steps. First she just sends you a slightly risky pic from the bathroom, you tease her about how you can almost see her pussy, and she says “don’t be gross.” Next scene she’s on video call pushing a dildo inside herself and asking if you’re going to “upgrade” her soon. The pacing feels weird sometimes, like scenes jump from teasing to full anal like the writer skipped two pages, but the core beats are hot enough you kinda forgive it in the moment. Also the tiny detail of having to grind a bit of cash or power before pushing further adds this nice tension: do I spend my energy convincing the classy MILF to cheat on her husband again, or do I break that cute girl’s mind a little more until she agrees to walk around town without panties because “you like it.” The game keeps dangling those choices in front of you, and every time you tell yourself you’ll be nice this time, you end up stuffing someone full of cum and marking them like property anyway.

This one hits different in a weird, slightly fucked up, very horny way. You start as this guy who vanished as a kid and just strolls back into the house like, “yeah, I’m alive, also here’s Saeko, she’s hot, don’t ask too many questions.” The game doesn’t rush anything, it kind of lets you sit inside the awkward silence of the family seeing him again. That slow burn is what made it feel sexy for me, because every little touch, every stolen look, feels louder. When your “relatives” hug you a bit too long, when the Milf leans in close and her tits press into your chest and the camera just lingers, the room feels heavy. It’s not just generic porn clicking, it’s like you’re creeping closer to a line everyone pretends is still there even when they already crossed it in their heads.

The sound helps a lot. There’s this low ambient hum in the house, some soft music that’s not trying to be epic, just enough to make it feel like late evening when everyone’s a bit tired and horny. Breathing is loud. Little gasps and wet mouth sounds during oral scenes stand out more than usual because the game doesn’t spam music on top. I liked how some scenes are almost too quiet, just skin rubbing and the bed creaking while you’re groping someone who’s supposed to be asleep. It’s fucked, but that’s the point, and the game doesn’t pretend otherwise. Sleep sex moments are shot close on the hands: fingers sliding under clothes, grabbing a big ass carefully first, then bolder. I caught myself holding my own breath during one scene, when the MC is jerking off in the dark just a few steps from her, whispering her name like a confession. The models have that thick, juicy 3dcg look, like everyone was built out of curves and oil. Big tits, shiny skin, a Milf with that “I’m trying to be proper” face while your hand is between her legs. Sometimes the facial expressions go a bit weird and plastic when things get too intense, and a couple of animations feel like the hips move on a different rhythm, but it weirdly adds to the dirty vibe, not less.

Romance here is fake soft and real filthy at the same time. People say “I care about you” in one line and then swallow cum the next. There’s proper kissing, cuddling on the couch with slow teasing, and then out of nowhere she’s grinding on your lap, pretending it’s innocent until you feel how wet she is. Anal scenes, when they show up, are treated like a big deal: lots of lube, some whining, some “it won’t fit” that obviously it will. Saeko feels less like a side girl and more like a secret partner in crime, like she knows exactly what the family did to you and what you’re going to do back. There are moments where she just sits there, smirking, while you flirt way too heavy with a “relative,” and it feels almost like a tag-team corruption thing. You get those masturbation scenes where the MC watches someone sleep or shower and just loses it, pumping hard while whispering stuff he’d never say out loud, and that hits that pervy voyeur itch pretty good. I kind of wish there were more small random sound triggers, like phone buzzing or distant TV, just to sell the feeling of being caught at any second, but yeah, that’s not happening. Anyway, it’s one of those games where you tell yourself “I’m just gonna check the story” and ten minutes later you’re edging while some Milf you absolutely should not be fucking moans your name into a pillow.

You’re stuck in a dusty foreign base with a shitty Wi‑Fi signal and a gun that feels lighter than your stomach, and all you really have is your phone and a redhead you’re scared to lose. That’s basically the heartbeat of this thing. You’re the soldier, she’s Grace, making coffees for random assholes while you count the days, and the game never lets you forget that there’s an entire ocean between you when the worst possible guy walks into her cafe. Not a thug, not some cringe teen. A smooth, confident photographer who actually listens to her, calls her beautiful without stuttering, and knows exactly where to put his hands on a woman’s waist for “just the right pose.” It hits way harder than some cartoon villain, because he acts normal. Too normal.

The way it starts is almost boring in a good way. Your first calls with Grace are sweet, a little awkward. You talk about missing her, she tells you about rude customers, tips, her stupid co-worker, what she wore to work. And then she casually mentions “this photographer guy” who said she has a good face for his next project. Nothing dramatic. It just sits in your head. Later you unlock options during calls: push her to chase the opportunity, or brush it off, or sound jealous without admitting it. The game never slaps you with morality. You just feel it when she texts you a selfie from the shoot, wearing a dress that hugs her in all the places you remember touching, and you know some other man asked her to tilt her hips like that. The 3D scenes are clean and very physical: the way her bra strap slides down her pale shoulder, the shine on her lips from cheap cafe gloss, the slightly nervous way she holds her own elbow at first. Then in later shoots she doesn’t do that anymore. That tiny change hit me harder than the first kiss scene.

Sex here is not just porn filler. Early on, you get those needy calls at night, where she whispers your name in bed, fingers moving under the sheets, and you can guide how dirty the talk gets. If you encourage her to explore, she gets bolder, sending pics from the bathroom, pushing her panties aside to show just the wet line between her thighs, asking if you still want her even if other men look at her. If you give her strict “no flirting, no photos” vibes, the tension twists into something rougher later. There’s a run where she shows up at the photographer’s studio in a loose shirt and no bra, nipples poking through when the room gets cold, and you can practically feel the moment she stops thinking about you and starts thinking about how it feels when he stands behind her, guiding her hands, telling her to “trust the process” while his fingers spread her legs for a more “intimate composition.” It’s corruption, but not fast; it’s this slow slide where every choice you made before suddenly matters while she’s on that couch, thighs open, breathing hard, trying to convince herself it’s still “just art” even as his tongue is on her and her phone with your unread message is lighting up on the table behind her.

And the worst part? Half the time, when she calls you after, her voice is soft, almost more loving, because the guilt makes her clingier. So you’re there on a crackly line saying you can’t wait to fuck her brains out when you get home, imagining her wet and untouched, and the game zooms on those faint red marks on her inner thighs from someone else’s grip. No dramatic music. Just that quiet “I miss you” in your ear while she’s still sore from another man.