This one feels like wandering into someone else’s horny sketchbook that accidentally became a game. You’re this guy stuck in a three-bedroom apartment that’s way too small for how much sex tension is inside it, and the whole thing plays out like a slow burn porn comic you keep clicking through on your phone when you should be checking emails. It’s all point and click, so you’re not here to min-max or whatever, you’re here to stalk around the rooms, poke at stuff, poke at the girls, and see what kind of trouble you can stack up. I liked how one moment you’re just lazily moving from the kitchen to the living room, and then a small choice, like a dumb compliment or a slightly pervy joke, suddenly flips the mood and she’s pushing you back on the couch, giving you that messy ahegao face while your hand is wrapped in her hair. It’s not subtle. It’s also not trying to be.

The apartment slowly becomes this little ecosystem of lust and drama. You flirt with one girl in the hallway, then five minutes later another one is on her knees in your room, drooling on your cock, and you know this is going to bite you in the ass but you still click “yes” because you want to see the internal cumshot animation one more time from that stupidly satisfying angle. The internal view stuff is honestly where my artist brain starts planning fanart. The game freezes you right at the moment your dick is buried all the way inside, and you see everything clench around you in a little cutaway, like those anatomy drawings, except here it’s wet, needy and very much alive. I kept thinking, ok, I’ll stop after this scene, but then I’d get curious how that shy roommate looks when she finally snaps and rides you with that over-the-top ahegao expression, tongue out, tears in the corner of her eyes, hands on your chest while she milks you with slow, focused strokes. It makes you want to redraw her from memory later, in Procreate or Clip Studio Paint, tweaking her expression so it’s even more ruined, legs shaking, maybe add a little smear of lipstick on your shaft. The animations aren’t perfect, sometimes a loop looks a bit stiff or a hand clips a boob in a weird way, and it annoyed me more than it should, but then she tightens around you during a blowjob scene and you forget it, just watching her throat bulge while her eyes roll back. The rhythm of the game is strange and kind of hot: click around, small talk, maybe a bit of story, then suddenly she’s jerking you off in the shower, water running over your shoulders, her fingers slippery with soap and pre-cum, and you’re staring at her face as she bites her lip and tries not to make too much noise. It’s messy, a bit trashy, full of those “oh fuck” little moments that stay in your head after you close the tab, like a half-finished drawing you keep wanting to come back to and dirty up some more.

The engine behind this Tokyo-set corruption fest runs smoother than expected, though the AI-generated artwork occasionally glitches in ways that'd make you wonder if someone fed the algorithm too much hentai at once. Character expressions shift between perfectly rendered ahegao faces and slightly off proportions that remind me of those deepfake fails from 2019. But honestly? The technical hiccups add this weird authenticity to the whole "modern Tokyo nightlife gone wrong" vibe they're pushing.

What hits different here is how the netorare elements creep up on you. One moment you're following this reunited couple through neon-lit streets, next thing the male protagonist's watching his girl get corrupted by family secrets and manipulative assholes who know exactly which buttons to push. The kinetic novel format means you're basically along for the ride while this dude's world implodes in the most erotically charged way possible. Big tits and bigger asses dominate every scene, but it's the psychological manipulation that really gets under your skin. The corruption isn't just physical - though there's plenty of oral action and handjobs to keep your attention - it's watching trust dissolve frame by frame.

Platform-wise, this thing loads fast enough but occasionally stutters during the more intensive scenes. Nothing game-breaking, just annoying when you're deep in a teasing sequence and suddenly the animation freezes mid-thrust. The male domination themes play out through some genuinely uncomfortable power dynamics that'd make even seasoned players pause. Tokyo's underbelly serves as the perfect backdrop for this descent into moral ambiguity, where every choice feels like it's pushing someone closer to the edge. Sure, the masturbation scenes could use better pacing and the dialogue sometimes reads like it was translated by someone who learned English from porn subtitles, but the overall corruption arc delivers exactly what the tags promise.

It’s messy in the best way. You’re some kind of half-drunk alchemist in a vampire’s den, tossing glowing ingredients into a cauldron that looks suspiciously alive, waiting to see if it spits out gold, slime, or a moaning succubus with tits like forbidden fruit. The game doesn’t explain much, just lets you mix weird shit - holy water, demon ichor, maybe a drop of your own sweat - and then bam, the screen flashes and suddenly you’re staring at a futa nun grinding against a bound werewolf priest. It’s ridiculous, but you can’t stop clicking. The logic makes no sense and that’s kind of the point. Sometimes you get a soft scene, a slow kiss between a vampire girl and her human pet. Other times, tentacles, everywhere, like the game’s trying to outdo itself in how far it’ll go before you blush or laugh.

There’s something about the tone - half gothic, half horny fever dream - that makes it feel like the devs were just daring each other to see what the next transmutation would unlock. The art shifts between elegant and unhinged; one moment you’re admiring the lighting on a pale thigh, next you’re staring at a corrupted angel with too many wings and not enough shame. The alchemy system feels more like foreplay than crafting. You think you’re mixing for power, but really you’re just chasing the next perverse reveal. I tried to keep track of the endings but gave up after the third one involved a talking dildo that might’ve been sentient.

The weirdest part? It’s kind of beautiful. Between the absurd fetishes and over-the-top transformations, there’s this pulse of dark humor and lust that keeps it alive. It’s not about winning or finishing - it’s about curiosity, that itch that says “what if I mix blood and holy oil again?” Do it. The game rewards the reckless.

Kendra walks back into Al-Mara Academy like she owns the place and also kinda hates every brick in it. She is this vampire witch mix, all sharp eyes, big tits, big attitude, and you can feel she is here to fuck things up and also maybe fuck half the staff. The school used to be her home, now it is more like this creepy ex you have unfinished business with. Her old mentor vanished, there is talk about forbidden rituals, monsters in the basement, and students who look way too innocent until they have you pinned against a gothic column with fangs at your throat. The whole place has this strange vibe where a classroom can turn into a crime scene or a sex dungeon with candles and leather in about two clicks. One path you are asking questions about the rector. Next scene you are on your knees in the staff lounge, tasting someone’s secrets while they pull your hair and whisper spells straight into your ear.

What I like is how regular academy shit mixes with the horny and the strange. You are supposed to teach, right, be this serious professor in dark robes, but five minutes later you have a tattooed monster girl with claws tracing your throat, teasing and refusing to give a straight answer unless you let her ride your face. There is a lot going on under the surface. Racial tension between different magical races, old rules broken, new rules nobody respects, and then Kendra trying to keep her cool while her own hunger is constantly poked. Some scenes are soft, like slow romance in a quiet library, fingers brushing over a spellbook before sliding between thighs under the table. Then the game suddenly goes hard into BDSM, collaring, spanking, ropes glowing with runes, a student calling you “Professor” with that stupid ahegao face while you push deep and she clenches around you and begs for creampie like it is extra credit. The tone jumps from mystery to pure filth so fast it feels almost wrong, but in a good “yeah okay ruin me more” kind of way. Sometimes the investigation stops dead because some tall vampire with a big ass leans over the desk and you just forget you were checking clues and not her panties.

Sex here is not just “scene, cum, next.” It feels tangled with power and identity. Female domination pops up a lot, and Kendra is not always the one in control. Sometimes she has a student on their back, legs wide, nails in their hips while she grinds down and makes them choke on her pace. Other times some older witch presses her face into the mattress, whispers a spell, and you feel her tongue and magic at the same time, like she is rewriting you from inside. Oral, vaginal, messy creampies that drip down pale skin, monster girls with weird tongues and tight bodies that are almost human and not quite. In one scene a shy girl in gothic lace finally snaps, shoves Kendra against a stained glass window, bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, and rides her hand with this desperate rhythm while outside the bell tolls like a judge. And you still have to remember which suspect lied to you earlier. Or not. Honestly, half the fun is getting lost in the academy’s shadows and letting its sick little mix of romance, fear, and wet sheets pull you wherever it wants.