Jade grew up learning two things: hide what’s between her legs, and never trust anyone who smiles too wide when they say “we’re all equal here.” The game drops you right into that kind of world, still aching after a nasty war, where futas were supposed to be holy miracle weapons and ended up treated like walking biohazards. She’s the unlucky one in her bloodline, the first futa born in generations, stuck pretending to be just another pretty girl while her body is screaming the exact opposite. Then someone close to her turns up dead, and suddenly she’s not just trying to keep her secret, she’s stuck doing actual detective work, crawling through the filth of this broken city, knocking on doors, following leads, and trying not to pop a boner every time some soft, curious piece of ass leans in too close during “questioning.” It’s half investigation, half “I swear officer, the suspect tripped and landed on my dick.”

The whole thing feels like the game is trying to seduce you and then insult you at the same time. One minute you’re in a tense scene, talking to this icy noblewoman who clearly thinks futas are monsters, and the next she’s on her knees, lipstick smeared, trying to pretend she isn’t moaning when Jade buries that cock down her throat. There’s a lot of that push and pull: girls who act disgusted and then end up begging, twins who “only fool around with each other” until Jade walks in and ruins that promise in about five seconds, a shy virgin type who swears she’s straight then melts the first time she gets her face sat on. When the game wants to go all in on lesbian stuff, it really goes for it, all tongue and fingers and messy grinding, wet thighs and shaky breathing, the kind of scenes where you can almost hear the bedframe complaining. And then sometimes it just decides, no, you’re getting your soul emptied right now, have a futa pounding some cute thing into the mattress, creampie dripping out while she blushes and tries to keep eye contact. It’s not elegant, it’s just hot and awkward, like real bad decisions.

What caught me off guard is how much the story keeps poking at Jade’s identity while it’s also busy drowning everyone in sex. She’s not some cool, confident porn goddess. Half the time she’s flustered, trying to do serious investigation stuff while her cock is literally twitching because the witness has thick thighs and zero concept of personal space. There’s this one interrogation where she’s supposed to be getting info about the murder, but the suspect’s a trapped, pretty-boy type who looks more like a runaway idol than anything, and it slowly turns into Jade humiliating him, making him stroke her while he whimpers and remembers he was “totally straight” yesterday. The game doesn’t care. It just leans into the corruption, the “I’m not like that” girls who turn into full-on sluts for Jade, the mouthy racist guy who ends up taking it just to keep his deal, the proud lady who swears she’ll never kneel to a futa and then literally does it, dripping on the floor. It’s not gentle, sometimes it’s rough and mean, and then randomly you get a scene where Jade is weirdly tender, holding a pregnant lover’s belly and kissing her, like she’s scared to break that small warm moment. And anyway, I still don’t understand why one NPC’s phone UI looks exactly like old WhatsApp while everyone else has some fake chat app, but it bothered me the whole time and I kept checking it every scene and then forgot what I was talking about.

Mike's got one year left before graduation and honestly, the pressure's getting to him. You know how it is - final year stress, college applications, all that shit. But here's the thing that makes his situation way more complicated than your average high school senior: he's living under the same roof as three absolutely gorgeous women who seem determined to drive him completely insane.

The whole setup starts innocent enough, right? Just a guy trying to survive his last year while dealing with typical teenage problems. But then you realize these aren't just any women - we're talking serious eye candy with curves in all the right places. The game doesn't waste time with complex mechanics or confusing sandbox bullshit. It's pure visual novel goodness where your choices actually matter. You pick who Mike talks to, how he handles those awkward morning encounters in the hallway, whether he's brave enough to make a move or just stands there like an idiot. And trust me, some of these decisions will have you sweating more than Mike himself.

What really gets me hooked is how the tension builds up. These women aren't just background decoration - they've got their own personalities, their own reasons for being around, and damn if they don't know exactly how to get under Mike's skin. The teasing is relentless, whether it's catching glimpses of something he shouldn't see or those loaded conversations that could go anywhere. You're constantly wondering if Mike's gonna crack under the pressure or finally grow a pair and do something about his situation. The art style captures every blush, every stolen glance, every moment where the air gets thick with possibility. By the time you're deep into the story, you'll be just as worked up as Mike, making choices that feel way too real for comfort.

You start as this ex–special forces guy who suddenly feels completely useless, which is kind of funny because he’s ripped, trained, all that macho stuff, and then some slime girl with tits bigger than his head just shrugs off rifle fire like it’s nothing. The world is getting chewed up by these dungeons that keep popping open like zits, monsters spilling out, magic everywhere, normal logic out the window. Then the whole “Awakened” thing kicks in, and he basically goes from soldier to magic freak with a hard-on, trying to clean up the mess in a way the army never trained him for. It’s not a heroic story in the usual sense, more like: “okay, the planet is screwed, might as well fuck my way through the problem while I’m at it.” The game leans into that. You go from room to room in these dungeons, talking to girls who really should be your enemies, but somehow they’re all stacked like hentai convention mascots and have faces that melt into ahegao the second your clothes come off.

The tone is weirdly calm at first. There’s this slow pace where you wander around the hub, poke different events, check who’s hanging out where, and it feels like a chill fantasy sandbox with magic and politics and people coping with monsters at the door. Then you stumble into a chamber and you’re suddenly pinning a demoness with wings and a ridiculous ass against a wall, stuffing her full until she’s moaning with that over-the-top tongue-out expression. The scenes are animated just enough, with these 3D-style CGs that loop and shift angles, and the dev is clearly horny for big breasts because every woman looks like gravity is just a suggestion. I like how the dungeon itself is part of the story, not just a corridor to spam fights. You discover weird rules, like doors that only open if you “satisfy” the guardian, or a cursed room that turns a regular battle into a domination scene where she tries to ride you into submission, then ends up getting creampied so hard the magic seal breaks. It’s stupid, but in a good way. And the facial detail when they hit that ahegao point? Uncomfortably good.

The slow-burn parts shine the most. Talking to a monster girl you fought last time and now she’s in your base, pretending she’s there against her will, while clearly waiting for you to take charge again. You learn bits of how their world connects to ours: some of them were human, some were born from the dungeon itself, and everybody’s sort of stuck in this war where sex and power are completely tangled. Couple of times I wished the UI didn’t hide the damn interaction spots in the hub because I spent like ten minutes circling around a tavern just to trigger one scene with a sorceress whose robe doesn’t even pretend to close over her boobs. That annoyed me and then I forgot because the next thing was her bent over a magic circle, gasping while you pump her full, white dripping all over the glowing runes. The domination angle is nice too, since you can play the protagonist as someone who enjoys having control in bed, even when the girl is technically a monster who could snap him in half. The writing isn’t “high literature”, but honestly it fits. Feels like reading a horny webnovel where the author really likes describing asses, and bodies, and that moment right after the creampie where her belly twitches and she pants and stares at you like “again?” and you’re like, yeah, obviously.

Briggs is absolutely the worst little bastard to put in charge of “bringing justice” to a kingdom, which is exactly why it works. The game throws you into this royal court where the queen is this insanely hot, thick-hipped tyrant with huge tits, zero patience, and even less modesty once you start messing with her. At first she’s all proud female warrior energy, barking orders, talking down to goblins and knights like they are trash under her heels. Then your goblin brain starts turning and you realize the whole palace is basically one big toy box for humiliating her in public. You sneak around, spy from keyholes, watch her bathe, catch her getting dressed, push little pranks that start as “haha funny” and end up as “why is the queen on her knees in front of half the guard with cum on her face.” The escalation is the fun part. It’s not just suddenly hardcore. It slowly slides from teasing and groping to straight up group sex in the throne room, while everybody pretends this is “discipline for the good of the realm.”

What I really liked is how many scenes are focused on her losing status, not just getting fucked. You’re not just clicking through sex, you’re orchestrating her fall. One moment you convince a knight to “check her armor fit” and the guy ends up with both hands buried in her chest plates, squeezing her huge tits while she tries to keep royal composure. Next moment, some noble walks in, sees her bent over a table with a goblin hand under her skirt, and instead of stopping it, he joins. Half of the time you’re basically a pervert director of a humiliation play. Voyeur scenes where Briggs hides behind curtains and you get full view of the queen, flushed and panting, trying to pretend she’s still in control while goblins grope her ass and spread her thighs for everyone to see. And when monsters show up? The tone shifts to this brutal fantasy corruption where big, ugly things pound her hard enough that her expression changes from rage to this broken, wet, “more” look. There’s a scene where she ends up mounted by a beast in the royal garden while the court watches, and by the end she’s begging to be filled, creampies dripping down her legs and into the grass, and everyone just laughs like it’s a show. It’s fucked up, it’s funny, it’s horny, and it never really pretends to be something noble. She starts as a proud warrior queen, she ends as the castle’s favorite toy, and somehow the goblin feels like the only honest one in the room.