Man, this game threw me off right from the start. I opened it thinking it’d just be another messy parody with lazy jokes and pixel boobs, but nah, it’s got this weirdly hypnotic rhythm to it. Like, you’re Morty but not Morty - more like some version of him that’s seen too much hentai at 4 AM and still tries to act chill about it. The writing bounces between awkward teen panic and total degenerate confidence, which somehow works. One minute he’s nervously mumbling about interdimensional nonsense, next he's elbow-deep in something that probably violates a few universal laws. And god, the voice lines - half sound like a bad improv skit on Discord, half like someone’s actual bedroom mic confession. It shouldn’t be hot, but it kind of is.

There’s this one scene - can’t even call it a scene, more like a fever dream - where he’s stuck between two portals, both dripping with fluorescent slime, and you’re given this choice that makes zero sense but also feels like the most important decision you’ll ever make. That’s what this whole thing does: makes absurdity feel spiritual. The pacing is off, like purposefully off, dragging moments until you’re uncomfortable enough to laugh or maybe keep clicking because the animations start looping smoother the longer you stare. The control scheme is nothing fancy but you won’t care, because somehow the dialogues keep pushing into taboo, stepping over lines like they’re suggestions, and then circling back into weird emotional vulnerability that shouldn’t land but totally does.

I swear the backgrounds change depending on how bad you feel for laughing during the dark parts. Could be my imagination or just bad memory, can’t tell. The “Rick” version here is unhinged even by internet standards, giving these lectures that start about time travel and end in humiliation kinks. And the “Summer” side stuff - let’s just say it redefines uncomfortable curiosity. I tried alt-tabbing to Spotify halfway through a scene and forgot what song I was even playing. That’s how this game eats time and dignity together, one click at a time.

You start as this demon kid who somehow survives a holy massacre and grows up surrounded by people who were supposed to kill him. Kind of awkward family photos situation. Years later he’s not a scared child anymore, he’s a full-on incubus with a body built for sin and a brain that alternates between “save the world” and “ruin that elf’s throat today”. The whole thing plays like a fantasy adventure where every few steps you’re either in a fight or getting dragged into something horny. One second you’re cutting down bandits, the next you’ve got a priestess on her knees, looking up with that messy ahegao face while she tries to chant a blessing with your cock in her mouth. Plot actually exists, which annoyed me at first because I just wanted to see tits, but then I caught myself caring about who betrays who and which kingdom burns, so yeah, it works.

Sex is very “you are the camera”, a lot of pov angles that feel like someone stole your Pornhub history and turned it into a quest line. There’s this knight milf who acts like your strict teacher, keeps calling you “boy” while she’s choking you with her thighs, and then in the next scene you’ve got her on her back, armor half torn off, huge tits bouncing as she begs for creampie “for the glory of the gods”. Totally not how religion works, but I’m not complaining. Sometimes you are the one in control, slamming some big-ass monster girl into the wall and fucking her brains out while she drools and squirts everywhere. Other times a demoness pins your wrists with one hand, plays with your cock with the other, and edges you until you want to punch your screen. There’s proper lesbian side stuff too, like two busty magic girls going at it with toys, riding each other’s faces while you just watch like a creep, then they “notice” you and suddenly you’re the third toy. And yeah, the horror angle is there in this weird way, like you sneak into corrupted temples where tentacled things whisper inside your head, but instead of eating you, they offer you power in exchange for watching them fuck captured adventurers. It sounds dark, but half the time you’re jerking off while some poor soul is taken apart by a slime girl who really likes anal.

Combat is surprisingly not trash. You actually pick skills, trigger superpower stuff, manage cooldowns, all that, while naked demon girls in the bestiary are waiting for you as “rewards”. Some fights end with you splitting skulls, some with you splitting pussies, it just depends on who’s on top that scene. There’s a moment where you punch a guy’s head off, blood everywhere, and two seconds later his witch lover is on your cock, crying and cursing you while riding you like she wants to break your hips. And then boom, romance hits you from nowhere: characters remember what you did, get jealous when you fuck others, tease you with slow handjobs instead of straight sex, even use footjobs as “punishment” if you broke a promise. Group scenes are wild: foursome in a ruined chapel, big tits and big asses all over the screen, your incubus dick going from mouth to pussy to ass to throat like it’s a timed puzzle. There’s a voyeur thing where you peek on a princess finger-fucking herself in the bath, moaning your name, and later you actually get to reenact that scene with her while her maid watches from the door and secretly rubs her feet against your cock. Animations are dirty in a good way, nothing too polished, hips don’t always line up perfect, but that roughness makes it feel more real, like some cursed hentai recording you weren’t meant to see. The only thing that annoyed me is how the text sometimes skips too fast when the sex gets really good and I miss a line where someone promises to let you fill every hole, and there’s no way to scroll that back exactly where I want. I’m still kinda mad about that and I keep forgetting to change the settings. Anyway, the whole thing is like if someone mashed up a dark fantasy RPG with a porn studio that really likes mixing pain, magic, and romance into one big sinful soup.

Neuro/Splice feels like someone grabbed a cyberpunk thriller, a fucked‑up body swap fetish, and a humiliation dungeon, blendered it together, and then forgot to clean the mess off the walls. In a good way. You’ve got this cop Ryke, corporate dog for NexaCorp, who ends up jammed into Cassie’s body, tossed straight into a mixed‑gender max security prison that looks like a cross between a riot and a sex club that never closes. He’s a guy in his head, stuck in this soft, dangerous female body, surrounded by assholes who think she’s just fresh meat. Guards grope when they feel like it, inmates test boundaries with “accidental” touches that are not even slightly accidental, and every little mistake you make, the game slaps you back with some brutal teasing or public humiliation. There’s this early scene where you misjudge who to talk to in the yard and instead of a simple “game over”, you end up pressed against a fence, hand forced between Cassie’s legs in front of half the block while some guard laughs and pretends it’s a “routine check”. That whole vibe of “you wanted to be the hero, now suck it up” never really stops. It keeps poking at the fantasy of control, then yanking it away. If you’re expecting soft cuddly romance, you loaded the wrong tab in your browser.

The wild part is that while Ryke is getting his ass metaphorically and literally beaten in Cassie’s skin, Cassie wakes up in his male body on the other side of the fence with all the power he used to enjoy. Suddenly the hunted rebel girl is the scary dude in uniform, walking down halls where people flinch when she passes. She can abuse that. Hard. Use her new status to harass coworkers, push underlings around, “search” suspects with hands that stay way too long in the wrong places. There’s this interrogation room scene where you can lean into full male domination, pushing a nervous female tech against the table, fingers slipping exactly where HR would have a heart attack, all under the excuse of “investigation procedure”. Or you can pretend to be decent while constantly edging the line, which is almost worse. The game loves turning basic choices into fetish traps. Say the polite thing, you still get dragged into some forced stripping in the showers later. Try to act tough, you get chained up, spanked, and mocked like a bratty girl who forgot her place. It toys with netorare stuff in a really sneaky way too. People talk about “Cassie” like she’s a thing that can be used, and you know it’s Ryke in there screaming, but the body reacts, the nipples harden, the thighs tremble, and the game does not let you pretend that isn’t hot. Meanwhile, outside the prison, Cassie in Ryke’s body gets chances to steal other people’s lovers, ruin relationships, and then walk away like it was nothing. It hits that nasty “I stole your girl and she liked it better” kink and then just moves on like it never happened. Honestly, I wish they toned nothing down. The more it kicks at comfort zones, the more it actually feels alive.

There is this quiet, slightly tired feeling in the whole thing that hit me harder than all the porn grindfests I usually dig through on itch and F95. You start with this middle-aged bar owner who clearly had his “fun young time” years ago, then just pressed stop on life. The guy lives between empty glasses, Spotify playlists stuck on old rock, and that awkward silence after the last drunk leaves. And into that walks Elena, still carrying that fresh hurt you only get when you believed some dude’s promises a bit too hard. It’s one of those nights where two people should probably just go home, jerk off to Pornhub, sleep, and forget everything. They don’t, obviously. The whole kinetic setup is basically saying: you’re not choosing where the story goes, you’re just stuck in the backseat watching these two try to use sex as a bandage over old shit that never healed right.

The route that plays “normal” romance feels like a long, slow exhale. He is careful with her, not in a corny way, more like someone who fucked up enough in life to finally learn where to touch and when to shut up. There are a lot of small moments: her hand shaking a little when she takes that first sip of whiskey, his fingers brushing her thigh while he pretends to talk about music, that dumb smile when she realizes she actually wants his mouth on her. When it finally turns explicit, it is not some turbo-hentai nonsense. She drops to her knees and you can almost hear her thinking “fuck it” before she pulls his cock out. The blowjob scenes are long and almost too real; spit on her chin, her mascara slightly smeared, his hips twitching when she decides to take him a bit deeper than she can handle. Then the bed, finally, with that slow, lazy missionary where they look at each other way too much for just a one night thing. Vaginal creampie, yeah, but framed more like a mistake they both secretly want, not just a “achievement unlocked” moment. And at the same time I kind of hated how sometimes the dialogue leans a bit Tumblr-poetry, like two people trying to sound deep on WhatsApp at 1 in the morning. There is also this corruption flavored second path where the mood shifts and he stops being only gentle. The bar feels colder, less safe. His hands close around her wrists, push them above her head, and you can tell he is testing how far she will go to forget the guy who broke her. Light bondage, a bit of rough throat-fucking, his voice in her ear telling her when to open her mouth, when to beg, when to ride him until her legs are shaking. It is still pretty tame compared to some brutal stuff out there, but it has that nice edge where romance and male control mix in a way that makes your brain and your dick argue. By the end I only really remembered two things: her face when she realizes he actually sees her, not just her body, and the moment his cum spills inside her and neither of them does the “oh no, what about protection” talk. Also, the save menu font annoys me for no reason. Anyway, it lingers. Not like a big dramatic saga or some hardcore fetish circus, more like that one chat on Telegram with someone you fucked once and never muted.