Guy wakes up in a place that absolutely hates the concept of “male on top” and it kind of rules and sucks at the same time. Lithzena is like someone took every “what if women ran literally everything and guys were just cute toys” fantasy, mixed it with monster girls, then forgot to put in a safety switch. You’re not a hero here, you’re loot. People argue if it’s an isekai or just a very horny kidnapping. You make your guy, pick how pathetic or cocky he looks, and then the world just starts grinding you down in this slow, teasing way that feels half humiliation, half cuddling with a predator that purrs while it bites. One minute a towering orc woman is calling you “brave little warrior” while clamping a collar on your neck, next minute a classy mage girl is making you kneel so she can use your face like furniture while she reads a spellbook. Everybody smiles too much when they talk about “training”. That part actually reminded me of scrolling through TikTok too long and ending on that weird femdom side where all the comments are “this is not awakening anything I swear” and you know they’re lying.

It looks like a typical RPGM thing at first, walk around, talk, check chests, try not to aggro the wrong tall amazon with claws, but almost every route keeps circling back into some kink-flavored trap. There’s this heel-on-neck vibe running through everything. Even when they’re nice to you, you’re still the pet. The foot stuff is front and center early on: Renee’s scene is this slow, teasing footjob that starts like she’s just nudging you around, using her toes to tilt your chin, then she pins you with one foot on your chest and strokes you with the other like it's the most boring thing she did today. She talks down to you the whole time, like you’re a toy she might return to the shop if you squeak wrong. The animation is simple but her little toe movements and how your character twitches when she squeezes a bit harder, that sells it more than any big flashy effect. Then Felicia shows up with her handjob event and it’s a different kind of cruel, more “cute girl who pretends she’s being gentle while squeezing just a bit too tight, like testing a fruit at the supermarket”. There is this one moment where she starts jerking you off while still having a conversation with someone else in the room, barely looking at you, and that hit way harder than the actual climax.

What made it stick in my head is how the world treats male suffering as background noise. You’re walking through a fancy town square, statues of warrior queens and monster ladies, and somewhere in the corner a guy is leashed to a post, being used as a footrest while two lamia girls gossip about politics. Nobody cares. You can poke around and try to be “strong” but the story keeps shoving you into erotic traps where your choices are more like “do you want to be ruined lovingly or efficiently”. Sometimes it gets a bit too talky, like the dev forgot we came here to get stepped on, not listen to long lore dumps about gynarchy councils, but then you get pulled into another scene where someone wipes their sweaty sole on your chest and the brain goes quiet again. It’s messy, not finished, a bit clunky to move around, and the mini-game parts feel like they escaped from a different hentai game that smoked too much weed, but the core vibe of “fantasy world where you’re prey and the predators are hot, smug, and enjoy using you as a toy” sticks pretty hard. Also, the way the women laugh when you beg? That’s the part that stays in your head when you close the browser.

City looks normal for like five seconds, then you zoom in and it is all fucked. Cops take bribes like it is a sport, dealers run the corners, and this girl is just trying to drag her ass to school, keep her grades barely alive, and make sure her little brother has dinner that is not just bread and cheap cheese. She is not some shy anime cloud, she walks with that “I will kick your balls through your spine” energy, but you can see she is tired. Not soft, just worn down. Then on one shit morning she cuts through the wrong alley, headphones half in, school bag sliding down her shoulder, and hears Jack’s voice. Jack, the kind of rich bastard whose sneakers cost more than her rent. She stumbles into a conversation about product, routes, and who needs to be “taken care of” and you just know this isn’t going to end with a polite apology and everybody going home.

He sends a goon to shut her up and the game just goes “nah”. You get control, and instead of the cliché crying and begging, she plants her foot in his ribs, slams him against the wall, and you can practically feel his air leave his lungs. It is messy, almost clumsy, but that is why it hits. She knows a bit of self-defense, enough to turn a street grab into a full-on humiliation. Then Jack shows up, amused, angry, curious, all at the same time. From there, things spiral. The city becomes this playground of dirty deals and filthy favors where every scene can tilt between “I’m in control” and “oh shit, I really am not”. She goes to school, sits in a boring lesson, teacher droning, and your mind is still stuck on the way Jack’s hand closed around her throat in that warehouse corridor, pinning her to the cold wall while he whispered that she just became his favorite problem. The game likes to stall like that: normal environment, horny brain.

She starts taking shady jobs because money is a joke. Cleaning some thug’s office after hours while security cameras watch her bend over. Helping out at a club where the dress code is “short skirt, no pride”. You get these stripping scenes that start as “earn quick cash” and turn into a grind of groping hands, bills shoved between her thighs, her trying to keep it together while some loser in the front row records everything on his phone. You click through options that feel wrong in a good way. Do you let the boss smack her ass in front of everyone for a bonus or keep that last little piece of dignity and go home broke. The virgin angle is not just a tag they slapped on; the first time she is alone in her cramped bathroom, fingers shaking, replaying Jack’s threats and the way her own body betrayed her, it feels awkward and messy. She locks the door, leans over the sink, touches herself like she is angry at the idea of wanting any of this, breathing hard so her family does not hear through the thin walls. And the blackmail hits later, when those “side jobs” get turned into leverage. Screenshots. Video files. “You like being the tough girl? Then strip for the camera and prove it.” There is some light bdsm stuff baked into it, but it is always wrapped in that city grime, not clean and shiny. Rope that leaves marks, hands that grip too tight, orders hissed into her ear while textbook pages still open on her desk. And there is this one tiny thing that annoyed me: her school shoes look slightly different between scenes and it keeps bugging my brain every time she walks into class after spending the night getting pushed against a car hood in an alley where the streetlight flickers like a dying eye. I keep waiting for the game to explain it. It never does.

Mirabel sneaks off to this hidden clearing like it’s her personal sin corner, and the whole thing feels a bit like somebody mashed Hogwarts Legacy with a trashy BDSM doujin they didn’t want their mother to see. She’s this shy plant nerd, clearly styled after Professor Garlick’s vibe but more… breakable. At first she’s just there “for research” and yeah, sure, we all tell ourselves that when our browser history looks like a sex shop catalog. The game doesn’t waste time pretending to be innocent. One strange plant, one curious touch, and suddenly she’s moaning, getting more turned on than she’s willing to admit even to herself. The corruption isn’t instant, though. You see that weird mix of shame and need in her face and in the way she hesitates before the next thing, like she’s trying to remember how a good girl is supposed to act while her body already betrayed her.

What works is how the domination slowly tightens around her without some fifty-text-box lecture. One moment she’s just exploring, the next she’s got her ass in the air, cheeks red from spanking, tears in the corners of her eyes, and some smug bastard is using her like she’s homework he’s too lazy to do properly. There’s a nice shift from her trying to resist to those little slips where she pushes back with her hips, or spreads her legs a tiny bit wider when she thinks nobody is noticing. The humiliation hits in those tiny details too: her trying to cover herself, failing, being ordered to show everything, like she’s just another toy to be tested. That first time the plug goes in and she gasps, half terrified, half addicted, kinda lingers in your head afterward. Anal isn’t treated like some huge “special scene,” it just appears as another way to own her, to see how far she can bend before she breaks. Vaginal, anal, fingers, toys, all get mixed with commands and mockery, and it’s messy in that way that feels a bit too real, like watching somebody realize they love being degraded more than they love their own dignity.

It’s also funny in a fucked up way how the forest clearing ends up feeling more like a dungeon than the castle dungeons ever did in the original Harry Potter stuff. No elaborate chamber, no dramatic spells, just trees, roots, and Mirabel on her knees, getting used. Visuals lean hard into those facial expressions, that “I hate that I love this” look, so even when the animation hiccups or a pose holds too long, the mood still sticks. Sometimes the pacing goes weird, like you expect a proper build-up and suddenly she’s already taking it deep and begging for more, and then the scene slows again for a close-up of a toy pushing inside. It’s clumsy, but in the same way a rushed quickie behind the greenhouse can still be the thing you think about later while scrolling through TikTok with one hand and not touching your phone with the other. There’s no big moral, no attempt to make Mirabel “grow as a person.” She just grows more obedient, more filthy, more owned, and the game doesn’t apologize for it even once.

Game throws you into this fucked-up future city where futa girls basically own everything and guys like you are just squishy little collectibles that walk around and pretend to have freedom. You start as this regular dude, nothing special, kinda broke, kinda lost, and the world around you just quietly whispers “you’re gonna end up on your knees, it’s just a matter of whose floor.” I liked that it doesn’t even pretend to be fair. One wrong choice and suddenly that tall smug futa at the bar is not flirting anymore, she’s measuring you for a collar. You’re juggling boring stuff like studying, working crappy jobs, buying clothes, and then on top of that checking your “sexual stats” like it’s some horny version of a language app. One day you spam talk to a futa idol at the café, next day your anal resistance is going up, and you’re like… why am I kind of proud of this.

What really hooked me was how different the routes feel even when they share the same map and same repetitive grind. One girl treats you like a cute pet from the first eye contact, pats your head, slips her hand into your pants like it’s nothing, but still makes you chase her approval with stupid stat checks. Another will ignore you for ages, then suddenly drag you into a dark alley and shove your face into her crotch because “you finally look desperate enough.” When the blowjob scenes hit, they’re not just “here is a dick, here is a mouth.” They have this nasty power play vibe, especially when the futa or trans characters use you like a personal stress toy, hold your head, fuck your throat, and moan about how useless men are while you gag for them. Sometimes they animate these moments so your character is squirming or getting pounded and your brain is screaming that you should resist, but you’re also raising that hidden sissy stat, buying cuter clothes, maybe a plug, half on purpose, half by accident. I kept telling myself “I’ll go for a sweet dating route this time” and somehow ended kneeling naked in a dystopian apartment, ass in the air, getting edged until I agreed to be a full-time slave. The tiny thing that annoyed me most was the way some days just auto-end after a scene and skip my chance to hit the gym, like no, let me train my stamina after getting wrecked, I have goals. Anyway, the game keeps teasing you with the illusion of freedom, but honestly the fun starts when you accept you’re not here to conquer the world. You’re here to be conquered by it.