Lyra is supposed to be this perfect warrior princess, right? Stoic, noble, all that heroic cosplay you see on Insta but with way less clothing and way more sweat. Except her head is completely fucked with cravings she is not allowed to have. The island is full of sharp women, hard bodies, ritual bruises, polished armor, and then behind all that there is this constant low buzz of want. Skin against skin in the baths, eyes lingering too long during drills, the way someone’s mouth curves when they lose a spar and drop to one knee. The whole place pretends it is discipline and honor, but it is horny as hell under the surface, and Lyra is the one who knows it too well because her own pulse keeps betraying her.

When Thebe shows up, this stubborn tomboy recruit with too much attitude and not enough respect, it is like the island hands Lyra a living toy and says: here, fix this. You, as Lyra, decide what "fixing" means. Sometimes that is a wooden sword across her thighs until her legs shake, sometimes it is fingers on her jaw, forcing her to hold eye contact while you tell her what a useless little slut of a warrior she is, and sometimes it is just making her kneel silently and breathe while you trace circles over the inside of her thigh without giving her what she is begging for. The game never rushes when it is cruel. There are these scenes where you control everything: what she can say, when she is allowed to come, if she is allowed to come at all. You can praise her as your good girl or grind her right down into filthy nothing, making her repeat what she is, what she is for. That whole orgasm control thing hits stupidly hard here, because you are not pushing a generic meter, you are playing with her conditioning, layering orders over affection until she worships you for the privilege of being used. One time I had her pinned against a training pillar, hands bound above her head, her mouth stuffed so she can only moan around it, and the only way she can show obedience is how still she holds her hips while Lyra teases her clit with just the edge of a glove. It is awful and perfect and you kinda hate yourself while clicking the "not yet" option again.

What surprised me is how soft it can switch without warning. Lyra is not some cartoon domme robot. She is horny, yes, and a little broken, and she screws up. There is this bathhouse scene after a rough punishment where you sit with Thebe between your legs, washing her hair, and the steam is thick and your thighs are wrapped around her hips. You still control her, she still calls you princess, but suddenly you are kissing the bruises you put on her, licking water off her shoulder like it is an apology. The camera (not literally, chill, just how it feels) lingers on mouths and fingers, and a lot of the heat is in kissing and cunnilingus, tongue and breath and needy little sounds. It is very lesbian, very yuri, but with that twisted power thing where romance and ownership tangle together until you forget where one ends. At one point I caught myself whispering "good girl" at my screen like a complete idiot, which is extra funny because the game also kicks you in the teeth sometimes with humiliation. You can have her sell herself on your command, you can push her into roles that look like prostitution wrapped in "duty to the island", and Lyra has to watch and decide if she is doing it for Themiscyra or for her own sick thrill. Honestly the only thing that annoyed me was this one UI click in the menu that feels like it is hiding the choice you actually want, and I kept hitting the wrong thing on my phone while half naked in bed, which is not the mood you want killed by a tiny button. Anyway. It is messy, horny, mean, weirdly romantic, and every time you think you are the one in control, the story pulls back and reminds you that Lyra might be the one getting possessed by her own need, not just her little warrior toy.

Akira is the kind of walking disaster protagonist I like: dude’s broken, horny, and way too easy to manipulate. His girl Yuki died in a car crash, and he’s stuck in that grief spiral where your brain mixes sex and pain until it feels the same. Then he ends up at this creepy Kagetsu mansion with his hot professor Akane, who has that strict academic vibe that screams “I grade your papers and your stamina.” The place looks dead, rotten, like nobody has lived there in forever. But when Akira sleeps, the whole thing flips. Suddenly the mansion is alive and pretty again, servants walking around, warm lights, soft carpets, all that fake safety feeling. And in that dream version, there’s Sayuri, the elegant hostess who talks like she knows every dirty thought you had at puberty, her obedient maid Mizuki, and her daughter Momiji who is way too sweet in a place that smells like a curse. Oh, and Yuki. Back from the dead. Smiling. Breathing. Moaning. Not rotting. You feel it right away: this place is wrong as fuck, but in a way your dick is very okay with.

The fun thing is how the game makes you sit in Akira’s messed up head. One scene he’s holding Yuki, absolutely convinced this is his second chance, clinging to her like she’ll vanish if he blinks. Next scene he’s in the real ruined mansion, sweating, mind full of weird whispers and flashes of Sayuri’s eyes looking at him like he’s already owned. The erotic bits hit harder because they’re tangled with guilt: when Yuki is on top of him, begging him not to leave her again, you almost forget there’s something rotten behind her smile. Then the game undercuts it with small details, like the way the wallpaper pattern twitches at the corner of the screen, or how her voice overlaps with another woman’s for half a line. It’s not jumpscare horror, more that slow “why is my boner making me feel unsafe” vibe. There are routes, choices, all that usual visual novel stuff, but the nice part is how it likes to tease you with the “good” path where you can save Yuki, then quietly push you closer to this fucked up god in the mansion that clearly wants more than just your soul. Sometimes the pacing drags and a scene talks in circles, but then suddenly you get a moment like Mizuki kneeling in the hallway, collar on, reciting some ritual text while her hands shake, and it hooks you right back into that mix of ritual, sex, and fear. By the time you notice that every “comfort” scene is just another chain around Akira’s neck, you already picked the choice that tightens it.

You walk into this “prestigious” academy with a fake title, a fat paycheck and absolutely no idea how hard this place is going to get under your skin. Officially you’re a special mentor, all clean and noble, helping college kids with their confidence, romance, ambition, future careers, bla bla. Unofficially you’re the quiet spider in the corner, plugged into this creepy Glass Garden Program that tracks every blush, every horny thought, every desperate moan and uses it to shape the students’ futures like they’re lab rats. It looks like a normal school drama at first, teachers, clubs, dorm corridors, horny gossip, typical harem setup. Then suddenly you’re watching the emotional graphs of a girl you just made cry on purpose, and the program is telling you her “corruption index” increased and her “dependence on mentor” is trending up. You click continue anyway. That’s when the game really starts.

What sold me is how casual the filth slides in. One moment you’re in a guidance session, asking some shy girl why she keeps avoiding eye contact in class. Next scene she’s in your office late, lights low, that slow 3D animation of her crossing her legs on your desk. You choose a soft line, and she relaxes. You choose the wrong one just to see what happens, and the game quietly tags her as easier to manipulate later. The choices aren’t just “good” vs “evil”. They’re “make her trust you so she’ll break herself for you in three scenes” or “push too hard now and she’ll snap and lock you out of her route”. There’s this one fantasy scene where the Glass Garden simulates her ideal future, and you walk through it with her like some twisted god, then later you use that info to press her buttons in the real academy corridor. It’s hot and fucked up at same time. I hated how good that felt. Also, one of the animations with the office couch loops for half a second weirdly in the background and it annoyed me so much I replayed it like five times just to check I wasn’t crazy, and then got distracted by her tits again, so never mind.

The multiple endings thing isn’t just there on paper. You can push a girl into full-on worship mode, part of your harem, smiling while she sells her own dignity for your approval, or you can break her so hard she cuts you off and the Glass Garden starts feeding her to someone else. Sometimes the program “advises” you, like a pop-up saying this choice will increase career success but lower romantic satisfaction, which feels almost corporate, like HR for horny souls. I sometimes ignored it just to see the mess. Corruption here isn’t just “she wears less clothes now”. It’s her going from normal campus life to scheduling her whole day around your messages, ditching friends, lying to teachers, agreeing to fucked up “confidence exercises” like practicing dirty talk in an empty classroom while the system records every word. The 3D animations go hard when you finally cash in all that tension: bending a student over a desk where you had a perfectly innocent counseling talk three in-game days before, or fucking in the garden at night while security cameras are quietly turned off by the same system that’s logging her heartbeat. Sometimes the MC feels like pure predator, sometimes like the next victim of something much larger, especially when the board starts using your own data on you. It’s not “nice” content, but it’s honest about being adult, and when that harem of broken, happy, corrupted students stands around you like you’re their sun, you almost forget who is using who in this whole fucked up academy experiment.