Ash and Mila look all sweet at first glance, that couple you’d scroll past on Instagram and think “ok, too wholesome, next”, but the game just keeps poking holes in that image until you’re watching this nice engaged pair doing things in their apartment that should probably void the rental contract. You jump between the two, which I really liked, since seeing both sides of a relationship while they’re horny, stressed, and kinda dumb is way better than just watching some dude bang everything that moves. One minute Ash is trying to focus on work with one hand on the mouse and the other already creeping into his pants, staring at some AI-generated porn that looks a little too close to a girl he actually knows, and the next you’re Mila, half bored, half turned on, sitting on the couch in a loose shirt, phone in hand, thinking, “Do I tease him right now or make him beg later?” The game really leans into that quiet domestic sex vibe: she “accidentally” bends over for way too long while doing laundry, his eyes are stuck to her ass, you feel your own mouse drifting with his gaze, and yeah, of course you grab and grope because why the hell wouldn’t you.

When they finally lock the door to the bedroom, it’s not just a quick fade to black stuff. You get the slow build, the kind where Mila pushes Ash back on the bed and climbs on top, tits hanging right in his face while she grinds on him through his boxers, just to watch him squirm. She’s not shy about it either, grabbing his head and stuffing his face in her chest, soft skin and heavy breasts making it hard for him to breathe but he’s clearly not complaining. There’s a great little moment where she’s going down on him, spit and precum glistening, her fingers lazily stroking his balls while she looks up with this smug “I own you” expression, and you’re given the choice: let him cum on her tongue or force him to wait so she can feel it deep inside instead. When you pick the creampie option and watch her sink down on him, her ass bouncing in his lap, her pussy swallowing him in slow strokes until he finally gives in and fills her up, it actually feels earned, because the whole build-up was teasing, edging, little touches and looks across the room. And yeah, sometimes the faces look a bit too AI-smooth and perfect, and one of Mila’s idle poses keeps clipping her hand in a weird way that annoyed me way more than it should, but then you catch that shot of her lying on her back after sex, cum slowly leaking out of her, thighs shiny, fingers lightly rubbing herself again because she’s not quite done, and suddenly you don’t care about that tiny bug at all.

You know that moment when you’re staring at your screen, cock in hand, thinking “why the hell am I doing this again?” This game basically grabs that pathetic little thought, slaps you with a horny demon girl and goes, “yeah, you are addicted, shut up and enjoy it.” You play this poor bastard who jerks off so much he literally sends a horny prayer into the universe, and instead of a therapist, he gets a whole team of succubi answering the call. Not subtle at all. And it’s not just some random OC girls either, it’s like your private illegal multiverse porn folder came to life. One minute you got this smug redhead spy chick with the gymnast hips and attitude, next moment there’s that stretchy superhero mom whose ass honestly deserves its own loading screen, then you blink and boom, that blonde cosplay girl bouncing on your lap like she’s streaming for OnlyFans. It’s messy and stupid and hot. Mostly hot.

What I like is how the game doesn’t pretend you’re a hero. You’re basically a horny lab rat with “superpowers,” so every new girl you summon is part sex toy, part experiment. The “power training” scenes are just excuses for milking sessions, foot worship marathons, deepthroat practice, all wrapped in this half-serious, half-shitpost story about demons and paranormal deals. You get a new ability and your first thought isn’t “how to save the world,” it’s “how many ways can I make this ninja doctor with huge tits lose her mind on my cock.” The game lets you switch from being a controlling bastard, grabbing hair, forcing throats, filling every hole, to just lying back while some smug princess brat steps on your chest, spits on your tip and makes you say “thank you, mistress” before she even touches you. Sometimes it feels like Pornhub category roulette, but in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends on how you feel about drowning in cum.

There’s this one scene that stuck in my brain way too long. You summon this blue-eyed fire princess with that permanent “I’m better than you” face. She looks at your cock like it insulted her ancestors. You use a mind control ability on her, think “oh nice, she’ll become a soft, obedient girl.” Nah. She drops to her knees, smiles with that evil little smirk, and starts a blowjob that feels like she’s trying to ruin you on purpose. Teeth just barely grazing, hands twisting, drool everywhere, eyes rolled back, then she pulls off and wipes her face with her foot, making you lick her toes clean while she calls you her “pet.” I hated how much I loved that. Also the toes animation? Weirdly detailed. Like, someone spent real life hours on those arches and soles, and I can’t decide if I should applaud them or report them to someone. The only thing that annoyed me was this tiny sound effect in one menu that doesn’t match the click, and it’s driving me crazy every single time, and of course it will never get fixed. Anyway, you go from creampies to bukkake stacks to sloppy titfucks, with girls covered in your cum like it’s some cursed skincare routine, and the game just keeps handing you more universes to corrupt. It’s horny, shameless, a bit broken, and honestly feels like your late-night browser history turned into a demon contract you kinda don’t want to escape.

Matthew is the kind of guy who should have a boring life. Office job, pretty fiancée, wedding planner app open on one monitor and Jira on the other. On paper he is normal. Inside his head he is a fucking swamp creature. The whole game lives in that swamp. Most of what you see is messenger threads, photo drops, late-night voice notes that might as well be curses from some old god of horny regret. One moment he is sending Ashley a cheesy selfie from the office bathroom, next moment an ex slides into his DMs with a half-naked pic that hits like a ritual knife. The screen fills with that familiar Telegram / WhatsApp style clutter, but every new message feels like you are cutting tiny veins in his future. It all looks casual at first, almost harmless. Just chats, a few AI-touched photos, some emojis, harmless teasing. Then the masturbation scenes creep in quietly, like mold. You are alone in his room, staring at photos you probably should delete. The text slows down. His thoughts start repeating, circling around the same ass, the same memory of a hotel room, the way Ashley’s friend looked at him at that party. There is nothing subtle about how the game treats lust. It wants you to wallow in it. It wants you to feel a bit disgusting while you scroll, like when you stalk your ex on Instagram and your thumb hovers over the like button on some old bikini shot. Except here you can push further and see what breaks first, his guilt or his dick.

The corruption path felt the most like some twisted romance ritual to me. You start with one "harmless" flirt line to a girl you absolutely should not text. Then you accept a suggestive photo. Then you send one back. The chat log turns into a slow summoning of a worse version of Matthew, message after message. At some point you are juggling windows: Ashley sending you sweet wedding ideas while another woman is asking what color your cum was last night. The voyeurism angle hits harder than I expected, because the game makes you read everything. You see other people’s typing bubbles, their typos, the way their tone changes when they get horny or jealous. Watching Ashley slowly doubt herself while you keep a secret chat alive in another tab feels like staring at a fish tank and removing the oxygen little by little. The game pretends to offer a pure "way of love", and maybe it is there, but I kept fucking it up. Even when I tried to stay loyal, I clicked one teasing option and suddenly I was neck-deep again, jerking off to a memory instead of talking to the woman I’m supposed to marry. It’s funny because the romance is actually kind of sweet in places, like those quiet text chains about nothing that somehow feel intimate. Then a single choice flips it and you are in NTR territory before you can blink, watching someone else touch what should be yours while your messages turn into little prayers nobody hears. I got mad at Ashley once for something that was clearly my fault, which is exactly the kind of petty human evil I like in these stories. It reminded me of reading Lovecraft on my phone in the bathroom, that same cold feeling that you are too small in front of your own urges. The only thing that really annoyed me was the damn notification sound effect they use in one chat. It hits slightly off-beat, like out of sync with the text, and I kept waiting for the dev to fix it in an update that never came.

Guy is glued to his phone, girl is glued to her loneliness. That’s the whole mood here. You drop into this couple where Alex is busy pretending work is some holy mission, while Sophia is slowly rotting inside on the couch, scrolling, waiting, getting wetter and angrier at the same time. No magic, no superpowers, just real ugly shit: late replies, blue ticks, half-assed “sorry babe, busy” messages. The game really leans on that phone stuff. Most of the heat actually comes from tiny notifications popping up, chats you’re not supposed to read, pics that were meant for one guy but somehow end up on another screen. You think nothing’s happening, then you realize your stomach tied itself in a knot because of one emoji and a blurry selfie. That’s the kind of filth going on here. Not screaming porn from the first second, more like slow poison that ends with someone’s panties pushed aside against a wall you never get to see in full light.

The 3D scenes look a bit plastic at times, yeah, but they use it well with the whole voyeur angle. You often feel like some creep hiding behind the digital curtain, catching Sophia in that in-between moment where she’s still technically “faithful” but already texting that other guy about how “lonely” she is. Sometimes it’s just her checking herself in the mirror, lifting the shirt a bit too high, wondering if she still looks fuckable for Alex, and then you see her take another pic where she pulls the shorts down just a little more because this other dude “appreciates her body more.” Those quiet scenes hit harder than the actual sex, at least for me. And yeah, there is sex. Cheap hotel rooms, car seats, public corners where you’re praying the camera angle doesn’t show too much, which of course is exactly what it does. There’s a fantastic bit where she’s supposed to be sending Alex a sweet “goodnight” message while she’s catching her breath on some other guy’s lap. Messaging bubble still open on the phone, her hair a mess, dress up, thighs glossy. It’s nasty and kind of beautiful in the worst way.

What actually got me hooked was how the game likes to humiliate quietly instead of shouting it. Alex doesn’t always get big dramatic scenes; sometimes his only “reward” is a dumb little selfie from Sophia in a new dress, smiling all shy, and you already know that same dress was around her waist earlier for someone else. The game rubs your face in that without throwing a big “NTR SCENE!!” sign. You get phone calls Alex misses while he’s at “work,” and you sit there knowing exactly what she’s doing while his name flashes on her screen and she just flips the phone over. Public stuff too: skirts too short, no panties, the way the camera lingers on her trying to act normal in crowded places while some guy’s hand is way too high on her thigh. The pregnancy part sneaks up on you as another mindfuck, like, she’s talking about wanting a baby “to fix things,” and you start counting in your head, doing that grim calculator: okay, which night was she actually with who. They never spell it out clean, which is worse, honestly. You’re left staring at her smile during some cute domestic scene, all warmth and soft lights, and you can’t stop thinking about the raw, messy clips you saw three choices ago where she let herself get used like a toy. It’s not classy, it’s not subtle, but it hits that dirty, voyeur brain spot real hard.