Death in this game feels almost like a dumb joke. One moment you’re gone, next moment some higher power tosses you back into the city like “here, go clean up horny ghosts now.” You’re not a hero, you’re more like a half-confused exorcist with a dirty mind, wandering around dirty streets and creepy apartments where every shadow might be a spirit or just a girl with tits that look like they’re breaking the fabric of her bra. It’s that kind of mix: cheap horror vibes, lots of soft colored lights, then suddenly there’s a MILF ghost asking if you’re here to banish her or “take responsibility” for waking her up. And honestly, you kinda want to do both. The whole thing plays out like an ecchi anime someone forgot to censor, with a bit of cheap cartoon style humor where even the scariest curses somehow end with you face-first in some big ass or with a hand up a shirt you probably shouldn’t be touching.

The story jumps around in a funny way. One moment you chase a curse to some old building, expecting some Ring-style crawly nightmare, and instead you bump into a tsundere waifu ghost that calls you an idiot for messing up the ritual while her gigantic boobs are literally clipping through her shirt. You talk, pick some choices, mess up a line, she gets pissed, and then somehow that leads to her pinning you against the wall and “absorbing your spiritual energy” with her mouth in a way that is absolutely not PG. There’s one scene in a tiny bathroom where the light flickers and the mirror starts bleeding, and out comes this shy specter girl with huge eyes and even huger tits, trembling like she’s actually scared of you, and when you purify her, the game flips it into this incredibly tender blowjob scene. It’s kind of sweet and fucked up at the same time. And then there’s a milf neighbor who’s not even dead, just “cursed,” walking around in a robe that never closes properly, and the game keeps giving you camera angles that stare right at her cleavage, like it’s reminding you every ten seconds that you’re not here for the plot.

What I liked is how it doesn’t pretend to be classy. Some scenes are just straight-up porn: you’re grinding this big-thighed ghost over a ritual circle while sigils glow under her ass, and she moans about how the curse is leaving her body while your dick is clearly the only exorcism tool being used. It’s stupid and hot. There’s one alley scene where a demon girl bends you over spiritually, and the choices you made before actually change her dialogue and how rough she goes, which caught me off guard because I thought it would be just click-next-to-cum. On the other hand, some “romantic” paths feel rushed like the dev got horny and stopped writing halfway, so you go from awkward small talk to full anal in maybe three lines of text, no buildup, just “okay, clothes off.” The text sometimes reads like it was written half on coffee, half on horny brain, with weird jokes that made me laugh just because they were so dumb, like a ghost calling your dick “holy staff.” And the game loves big tits so much it basically forgets asses exist, except for two or three scenes where the camera finally goes behind and you’re like: damn, where was this angle the whole time. Music is that chill loop you forget is there, which is good because you’ll be tabbing out to Telegram or watching something on YouTube between scenes, then suddenly there’s a haunted school stairwell and a busty spirit in a half-ripped uniform asking if you’re brave enough to “finish what she couldn’t in life,” and of course you pick the most degenerate option just to see how far it goes. It kind of feels like opening a cursed doujin and then realizing it reacts to the stupid choices you make, and by the time you’re balls-deep in another “purification ritual,” you’re not even thinking about ghosts anymore, just hoping the next girl moans louder and the dev remembers to add more positions this time.

Streamer Crush feels like someone turned that bad habit of lurking in horny Twitch chats into a full-time job where your cock gets a say in HR decisions. You’re not the hot one on camera, you’re the moderator hiding behind a goofy username, pretending to care about spam filters while you’re really thinking “how do I make this girl moan my name instead of thanking subs.” It starts pretty innocent: you sit in the chat, click away idiots, let the thirsty comments slide if they help the mood, juggle little minigames that pop up when the stream gets busy. You’re watching the view count go up, her smile change, the way she leans a bit closer to the camera when the vibe is right. That’s actually where it got me. Not the sex at first. The slow shit. The way one of the girls stops using “chat” and suddenly uses your mod name like it’s private, even if thousands are watching.

The game leans a lot into that fantasy that every lonely guy in a Pornhub comment section secretly has: “if I was her mod, she’d actually notice me.” You pick scenes, you choose which comments to boost, you try to keep trolls from ruining a stream while also letting some dirty stuff pass because you just want to see how far she goes. Sometimes you’re trying to keep her focused on the puzzle or whatever she’s “officially” streaming, sometimes you’re absolutely encouraging the chat to spam her with “try that toy again” so she reaches for that little vibrator you both know is off-screen. Then it’s not off-screen. The camera angle gets more personal, her tits fill half the view, there’s this one POV-style event where it feels like she moved the cam just for you and she’s sucking on a dildo like it’s your cock while reading the messages you chose. She chokes a bit, eyes watering, then gives that stupid ahegao face that would piss me off in anime, yet here it somehow makes my dick harder. I hate that. I also love that.

Where it gets interesting is how the “romance” quietly sneaks in between all the cumbrain stuff. You’re chasing better dates, better scenes, making choices that push one streamer closer while another one starts giving you colder replies, less heart emojis, more “thanks for the help, mod” like you’re just staff again. There’s this moment when one girl sends you a private pic that’s not even that explicit, just her on a couch in normal clothes, no bra, nipples kinda visible through the shirt, and it hits harder than the full-on creampie animations you unlock later. Maybe because in the public stream she’s all big tits and bouncing ass on camera, toys in her pussy, moaning loud for donations, bending over so you can see the wet line between her cheeks, and then in DMs she just types like a half-tired human: “did I do ok?” You know it’s a game. You still sit there, staring, overthinking which reply raises her relationship bar without sounding like a simp. Meanwhile, some tiny details will annoy the shit out of you for no reason, like the way one of the button sounds is just a bit too sharp or the same chat emote appears three times in a row and your brain latches onto that nonsense while she’s literally riding a dildo on screen. You’re juggling sex toys, ban hammers, puzzle bits and fake internet clout, and somewhere in there the game tricks you into feeling weirdly responsible for a fictional girl’s orgasm and her career at the same time. It’s messy, horny, a bit pathetic, a bit too real. Which is exactly why I kept clicking.

Old classmates. That weird mix of “hey I missed you” and “I kinda wanna ruin your life and fuck you on the kitchen table”. That is the whole vibe here. You’re dropped back into this circle of people you used to know, and the game just quietly lets all the old drama sit between lines of small talk. It looks like a normal reunion kind of thing on the surface, like some cute koikatsu slice-of-life project, but it keeps poking at every sore spot in these relationships until someone snaps, spreads their legs, or both. You pick dialog options that feel harmless at first, like “yeah, you look great” or “we should hang out again,” and then three clicks later you are pressed up against a girl with huge tits, your hand under her skirt, both of you whispering shit you really should not be saying when her partner is in the next room scrolling TikTok.

What I like is how slow the corruption hits. It does not throw you into instant porn mode. You get these small scenes where you just sit on the couch with an old flame, legs almost touching, the TV running in the background, and the camera lingers too long on her ass when she leans forward. The animation is that typical Koikatsu wobble, boobs that move a little too much to be realistic but exactly right for horny brain. She laughs, pushes your shoulder, then doesn’t move her hand away from your chest. The text gives you this tiny choice like “leave it” or “pull her closer,” and both feel bad and good at the same time. There is this one moment where you accidentally grope her when you both reach for the same drink, and instead of pulling away she just stares at you, cheeks red, breathing loud, and whispers, “You didn’t do that before.” That one line sold the whole cheating angle more than any big dramatic scene. It just feels dirty in a quiet way. Then, five minutes later, you are pounding her from behind in a cramped bathroom, her ass bouncing, big tits slapping against the sink, moaning into a towel so nobody hears while your cum leaks down her thigh. The game loves those creampie shots, too, the camera staying there, watching it drip out like a slow confession.

It’s not all just fucking in shadows, though. There is this weird soft romance layer that keeps sneaking in when you least want it. One of the girls, the one with the biggest chest and the most “responsible adult” energy, starts out lecturing you about your life choices. Real naggy, like a mix between a guidance counselor and a pornhub stepmom thumbnail. I hated her for five minutes. Then the game flips it. You catch her alone later, sitting on a balcony, complaining quietly about how her relationship is basically dead and how nobody touches her like she is a woman anymore, just a routine. And you can either be a decent human or the corrupt bastard the tags promised. Of course the best route is where you act like you care, hold her hand, brush her hair from her face, all that fake gentle shit, then slowly slide your palm over her huge chest like it is an accident and feel her nipples harden through her top. She tries to stop you once. Just once. Then she’s grinding on your lap, skirt rucked up, panties pushed aside, riding your cock with this desperate rhythm that feels way too real, whispering “just this once” even while she’s already creaming around you. The creampie here hits different, because the animation makes you see her clench and pull you deeper, like her body is betraying her morals in real time. And yeah, some of the dialogue is a bit clunky, some scenes end too fast right when you really want a different angle or another position, but somehow that messy feeling matches the theme. Old wounds, bad decisions, big asses in tight clothes, everyone pretending they still have control while you’re filling them raw. It’s not pretty. It’s just hot as fuck.

The first thing this game did was make me check my webcam, honey. Not because it needs it, but because I felt way too much like I was actually on some shady set with bad coffee, fake smiles, and one very real hard-on. You’re this dude who’s supposed to be “professional” during a nude photoshoot, and I laughed at that from the start. Professional where? On Pornhub comment section? You walk in like, “I’m here to work,” and five minutes later you’re mentally measuring how much fabric you can convince a model to take off without getting slapped. It’s all about these tiny choices, tiny moves, little puzzle bits where your brain and your dick are fighting for the same controller, and the dick is winning but pretending it’s about “art.” Sure, Jan.

What I liked way too much is how the game keeps throwing you situations where nothing technically happens and still you’re sweating. Like you’re adjusting a light, trying not to stare at this huge ass that looks like it has its own gravity, and the game is asking: do you move her pose, do you compliment her, do you pretend you saw nothing, do you “accidentally” brush your hand along her thigh. You know exactly what you’re doing, she knows exactly what you’re doing, and both of you are acting like this is all normal, just work, totally fine. One model is this older woman with that soft MILF confidence, the kind that looks right into your eyes while slowly unhooking her bra, and you get that little puzzle of how far you push. Tell her she looks gorgeous and she warms up, but push too horny too fast and she shuts you down. It’s like edging but for conversation. And also for tits. Enormous ones, by the way. Every time I thought “ok they’re done,” another pose had them spilling out more, nipples just about free, like they’re about to introduce themselves.

The teasing is brutal in a fun way. You’re not just clicking through scenes, you’re juggling ego, modesty, and “whoops, my hand slipped.” There’s this one moment where you have to decide whether to help a model out of her tight dress. You can stand there pretending to be polite, or you can grab the zipper and feel that curve under your fingers. The game absolutely knows you’re staring at her ass while it happens. Sometimes she lets you get away with a little groping disguised as “balance,” sometimes she moves just enough that your fingers press right into her. And there you are, trying to pick the right dialogue so you don’t lose the vibe. Some choices feel like a puzzle where the answer is “how horny can I be while still sounding like a professional photographer who maybe reads Reddit and not like a guy who jerks off to stock photos on Shutterstock.” The art leans hard into curves, big tits pushed together while she pretends she’s just checking the pose, a flash of areola here, a full-on strip there, sometimes she’s blushing, sometimes she’s like “oh, you like that view?” And I swear, one angle of her bending over a chair looked exactly like that meme “accidentally dropping something in front of the camera.” My only real complaint is one tiny UI thing that annoyed the hell out of me for no reason, and then I forgot what it was because I was too busy zooming in with my eyes like some pathetic thirsty bitch. But whatever. The game lives in that warm, sticky place between trust and “are we about to fuck on this backdrop or nah,” and honestly, that’s exactly where it should be.