You die like a wage slave, burnt out at your desk, and the next moment you’re sitting in front of a bored succubus who looks like she’s checking her TikTok while offering you a contract for your soul. No fire, no epic judgment, just a lazy demon chick with huge tits, glasses sliding down her nose, asking if you’d rather go to hell or go fuck your way across every universe she points at. That’s the whole “hero’s journey” here: you either rot, or you weaponize your cock, your tongue, and a couple of demonic tricks to squeeze every drop of lust out of anime worlds that really shouldn’t let you in. Naturally, you say yes.

From there it turns into this weird mix of horny tourism and corruption job simulator. One moment you’re dropped into Konoha, pretending you’re some mysterious outsider with “special powers”, trying not to stare too hard at Hinata’s ass while she blushes herself into a stroke. Another time you’re in a darker place, paranormal crap whispering in the corners, using shadows and illusions to spy through keyholes and paper doors like a proper degenerate. The game absolutely leans into voyeur stuff: peeking Hinata while she fingers herself, watching Tsunade get drunk alone before you slide in, or catching Sakura and Ino fighting, then pushing that argument into “fine, then both of you get on your knees”. When you finally talk them into it, the scenes don’t tease forever. You pull hair, you push faces down, you fuck them until their mascara runs and they mumble about how they “hate demons” with your cum dripping out of their mouths. Romance exists, sure, but it’s the kind where she kisses you soft and then two clicks later she’s riding you raw and begging you to knock her up.

The tone jumps around in a fun way. Sometimes you’re the smug bastard dom, pinning Kushina to the wall, forcing her to choke on your cock while she secretly loves it, then turning around and getting completely manhandled by some futa goddess who decides your ass needs a lesson. The female-dom stuff can be dodged if that’s not your thing, but if you leave the door open even a little, that futa corruption arc creeps in hard. One run I went full breeder route, pumping Temari, Kurenai, and some poor side girl until the pregnancy hints stacked up like unread Discord DMs. Another run I focused on “classy” corruption, gently seducing a stuck-up queen type, then transforming just enough to look like her perfect man while sliding a tail between her thighs to stroke her clit during a “serious conversation”. The 3D animations hit the important details: tits bouncing on your lap while you hammer deep anal, futa Megumin forcing you down for throatfuck, Kaguya sitting cold on your dick like some alien empress while you realize you’ve been completely played. There’s darkness and actual hell in the background, but honestly you’re too busy deciding if you want to cum inside or over her face for the fifteenth time to care. You’re not really the hero. You’re the problem, and the game knows it and keeps handing you more girls to ruin.

You wake up dead and already tired, which is kind of funny and kind of fucked up at same time. Burned out salaryman guy, zero sex life, and suddenly there is this smug succubus sitting on your “soul” like it’s a couch. She gives you a contract that feels more like a horny isekai speedrun: seduce whole universes, squeeze them dry of sexual energy, and maybe you get reborn wherever you want. Naruto verse, Konosuba, whatever anime brainrot you have in your bookmarks. It’s not subtle about it either. One moment you’re in some gloomy corridor of hell, next moment you’re accidentally checking out Hinata’s ass like a creep and realizing the game wants you to be exactly that creep. It leans hard into voyeur stuff, peeking, overhearing, “oops I walked in while she was changing” setups, and then just keeps escalating until the corruption hits and the girls that were shy and cute start asking you to do way worse things than you planned when you clicked play on your phone during a coffee break.

The fun thing is how it treats parody like a drunk cosplay con. Hinata, Temari, Ino, Sakura, Tsunade, Konan, Kushina, Tenten, Kurenai, Shizune, even Haku popping up looking way too pretty, then suddenly you’re in some Konosuba-flavored mess with Aqua being useless and hot at same time, Darkness begging to be abused, Megumin being bratty, Wiz being soft and weirdly motherly, and you’re basically the one guy threading through all of it, poking at their weak points. Not all scenes hit the same, but when corruption kicks in, it gets nasty in a good way: virgins going from blushing to begging, MILFs showing you “how adults do it”, futa twists appearing when you think you’ve seen everything, pregnancies hinted or outright shown as part of the aftermath, and your protagonist slowly growing into this confident bastard using both charm and a bit of straight male domination. Female domination exists too, sometimes the girls pin you down or ride you like they’re collecting rent, but it feels more like flavor, usually avoidable if you don’t like getting stepped on. Sex acts are not shy: handjobs to warm up, sloppy oral, deep vaginal pounding, anal when corruption gets thicker, group scenes where two or three familiar faces end up sharing you and each other, messy animated climaxes that look like someone spent way too much time tweaking fluids. Romance sneaks in when you don’t expect it, like suddenly you actually care about this corrupted version of Kurenai or Satomi, even while you’re railroading them deeper into your contract with the succubus. Sometimes the pacing is weird, sometimes a scene drags just to show one more teasing animation, but I still kept clicking, thinking “ok, just one more universe” and then realizing I kind of want to see how far these big tits and big asses can go before the whole multiverse just collapses into pure porn.

Mythos feels like somebody smashed together a late night crime podcast, a horny anime parody and that weird urban legend subreddit you scroll on your phone when you should be sleeping, then sprinkled way too many tits on top and said “yeah, this is fine”. You pick if you’re playing as a guy or a girl right at the start, and it actually matters, not just in “pronoun changed, congrats” way. Some scenes twist a bit depending on your body, who stares at you, who you can seduce, whose hand “accidentally” lands on your ass in the train when the lights flicker and the supernatural stuff leaks through. There is this first big moment where you’re at Lisa’s memorial, staring at a photo of your ex who got murdered in some fucked up way nobody wants to explain, and two completely different types of people hit on you almost at the same time: a smug cop with that “I’m totally abusing my badge” vibe, and this soft spoken girl with huge tits spilling out of a tight uniform that should absolutely not be legal in a public place. The game doesn’t stop to tell you “this is a choice”. It just lets you go horny detective or horny victim or both and quietly tracks who you want to bend you over later.

Sex is not just “reward unlocked, here’s generic bouncing”. You’re running around this fake-modern city where vampires are landlords, tentacle things hang out in dark alleys like drunk ninjas and one busty elf professor keeps “tutoring” you after class, squeezing your thigh while talking about mythology like she isn’t about to slide under the desk and wrap her lips around you. There is a scene at a cheap business hotel during a “vacation” that is not really a vacation. You’re supposed to investigate, but instead you spend half the night pinned against the balcony railing by a frustrated MILF who is technically someone’s wife and technically not human and technically doesn’t give a fuck. She rides you slow while the neon signs below blink and you can choose if you pull out or let her take every drop and feel that messy creampie drip down her inner thighs while she laughs and calls you a good little snack. Later the same day, basically in the same clothes, the story casually throws you into this awful netorare-ish angle where you watch through a half open door as a different woman you got close to is getting pounded by some supernatural asshole with a cock way bigger than yours. The game lets you peek, or walk away, or join and turn it into harem chaos. If you stay hidden, you see her begging for more, getting titfucked until her face is glazed and you can’t decide if you hate her, hate yourself, or just want in. And that mood, that messy mix of comedy, jealousy, horror and “fuck it, let’s suck his balls too”, that’s pretty much Mythos all the way through, jumping between murder clues, meme jokes, romance sweetness, corruption temptations and stupidly hot tentacle scenes in the dark where you swear you’re still solving a case while something slimy is filling your ass and your mouth at the same time.

A husband, a stupid fight, and that sick feeling in your gut when you suddenly notice how short your own shadow looks next to another guy’s. That is basically where this story sits, grinning at you. You follow this poor bastard of a husband who starts the evening thinking he is “the man of the house” and ends up wondering if his wife is getting her pussy filled by somebody taller, thicker, and a lot more confident. The game plays like a teasing lecture about NTR, but not in a cold way. It is like a drunk friend whispering in your ear, “You see that guy talking to your wife? Yeah, that is how it starts.” The visuals sell that uneasy vibe: soft, slow camera-like cuts, those slightly too-long pauses on her lips when she smiles at someone else, her shirt clinging in all the right places, and his eyes squinting like he is trying not to imagine her on her knees, drool on another man’s shaft. The pace is not rushed, it pokes you. You get moments where almost nothing “big” happens, just small looks, off-hand comments, her phone lighting up with a message while she is in the shower and you are left staring at the screen, imagining every filthy word she might be reading.

There is a strong “PSA from hell” vibe, yeah, like some horny officer in a police comedy explaining step by step how your wife goes from “I would never cheat” to getting her ass slapped by a stranger in some cheap hotel on vacation. The husband is technically the male protagonist, but it never really feels like you are in control. You are more like a ghost stuck in his skull, dragged through his jealousy, his twisted fantasies, his humiliation. One scene that hit hard: he is sitting on the bed, replaying his argument with his wife, and his brain starts playing its own porn parody. Suddenly she is there in his mind, bent over the kitchen counter, big tits pressed on the cold surface, some smug bastard gripping her hips while she moans his name instead. The sounds get louder than his own thoughts. Little sticky lip noises, wet slaps, her breathy “harder” that he is not sure she ever said to him in real life. The game leans into that: you never know where reality stops and his corrupted imagination starts. Sometimes you see Sara in normal everyday clothes, then next transition she is in a tight uniform, unbuttoned just enough, or a cheap lingerie set that looks like it was bought for someone else’s eyes. You get flashes of oral, her cheeks hollowed around a thick cock, but it cuts away too soon, almost mocking you. And in the middle of all this, the tone suddenly slides into this weird humor, like a wink to those who know Konosuba jokes and tentacle memes, like the narrator is some half-drunk wiz giving you “NTR survival tips” while the real lesson is just: if you feel it happening, it probably started a long time ago, back when you ignored how she smiled at her “friend” a little too much. The game never holds your hand. It kind of laughs while you squirm.