Twilight City is one of those places that looks like a shitty Netflix crime show if you squint, but then it opens its legs and suddenly you remember why you still play this kind of stuff instead of scrolling Pornhub like a goldfish. You’re the guy with the dead eyes and the old case eating your brain, the whole “Red Tape Killer” urban legend that refuses to stay buried. Instead of doing the usual noir thing where everything starts in some smoky office, the story yanks you straight back to your college days, when your biggest problems were exams, cheap coffee, and trying not to stare at your classmates’ tits for too long. That part is actually the nice trick here: you know this is all going somewhere very ugly, but the game forces you to wade through that bittersweet student life where every girl feels important and every bad choice is quietly sharpening the knife for later.

College isn’t some generic porn campus here, although yeah, there’s plenty of “oops, she’s bending over again” moments. You’ve got this mix of girls who feel like they stepped out of different games and accidentally ended up in the same one. There’s the playful tease who keeps fucking with you during group projects, brushing her hand along your thigh under the table while the professor drones on, acting like nothing is happening. Another one pretends she’s only interested in “helping you study” then slowly slides her hand into your lap while asking about your future, as if your cock is part of the career plan. The sex scenes don’t waste your time with theatrical bullshit either. Handjobs that start messy and rushed because you’re both afraid someone will walk in. Slow, drawn out oral where she looks up at you with that smug “I own you now” expression. Classic pussy pounding in a tiny dorm room that squeaks at every thrust while you’re both trying to keep the volume low and completely failing. Tits and ass are front and center, obviously, bouncing in rhythm with every movement. The animations are not perfect, some loops feel a bit stiff, and sometimes her mouth movement is weirdly off from the audio, but honestly that rough edge gives it this cheap porn studio vibe that kind of works. Then again, I’m half blind from too many Steam “adult” games, so maybe I’m just broken.

Under all the fucking, there’s that slow burn detective thread doing push-ups in the background. Random details from banal scenes suddenly matter, like a half-seen red ribbon tied to a bag, or a line in a casual conversation that hits differently when you remember you’re chasing a serial killer. One time I picked a dialogue choice just to be a bit of a sarcastic asshole and later realized it was tied to whether someone actually trusts you enough to open up about a creepy incident on campus. Choices don’t scream “THIS WILL CHANGE EVERYTHING” in neon text, they just sit there, and later you realize you nudged the story into a darker corner. The investigation parts are pretty light, more about talking, piecing together small clues, and deciding who you believe instead of playing CSI with a magnifying glass, but the tone fits. That mix of college romance, interracial hookups, and a slowly closing criminal net is strangely addictive. You’re balls deep in a girl, her legs wrapped tight around your waist, and at the same time your brain is quietly replaying that message the killer sent you in the future, trying to match the threat to one of these pretty faces. It’s fucked up, it’s horny, it trips over its own shoes sometimes with pacing, and the writing swings between sharp and cheesy like a drunk on a staircase, yet I kept clicking next, just to see which of these “innocent” memories is hiding the rot.

This thing feels like someone mashed up a trashy late-night sitcom with a horny demon power fantasy and then just... didn’t bother to clean it up. You’re this baby incubus clown who gets cut off by daddy hell-money and has to go scam a “normal” human family by yelling you’re their lost son. That alone tells you the tone. It’s not classy. It’s not “sensual.” It’s a walking disaster of bad decisions, fake drama, mom thirst, and the kind of low-blow humor you’d expect from a Discord server that should’ve been shut down months ago. And it actually works half the time. One moment you’re laughing because the MC is a cocky idiot talking big about domination and “ancient incubus arts,” and five minutes later he’s getting a titjob he did not even deserve, because the game decided his bullshit pheromones just flipped the switch in her brain. It plays like a corruption porn parody where everyone still tries to act like they have morals for about five seconds, then the scent hits and suddenly panties, bras, and standards are gone.

The whole cheating angle is handled in that “oh no, this is wrong” way where the characters say it once, then keep doing it again and again, and you’re there going, yeah sure, very guilty, while she’s riding the MC on the couch with the husband in the next room. And it leans hard into voyeur stuff too. You’re peeking through cracked doors, listening at walls, watching someone finger herself thinking about the “son,” then later walking in like you didn’t just hear everything. There’s a fun little loop with the incubus power where the more you toy with them, the bolder they get. A bit of spanking here, some “accidental” groping there, subtle scent cranked up, and suddenly the MILF is grinding on your lap “joking,” the daughter is masturbating in the shower whispering your name, and you’re pretending this is all some deep character growth. It’s not. It’s just a slow slide from teasing and handjobs toward full-on oral, titfucks, and messy vaginal scenes that feel like a badly timed punchline. The humor is hit-or-miss as hell. Sometimes the MC drops a line that legit made me snort, sometimes he sounds like a rejected Reddit shitposter trying to roleplay as a demon god of pussy. And there’s this weird mystical layer on top, like it remembers every now and then that you’re actually a supernatural creature and not just some random perv couch-crashing at a stranger’s house, so you get little bits of “training” and talk about being a stronger incubus, while you’re still secretly jerking off after spying on the stepmom with a sex toy she swears she hasn’t used in years.

What I actually liked is that the sex isn’t just “click scene, watch loop, nut, next.” You mess with their heads a bit. You gaslight their libido. You throw in some playful domination, a hand on the throat, push them up against the counter, talk filthy in their ear, and the game lets you see them shift from shy and hesitant to “please choke me harder, son.” It’s fucked up, sure, but it fits the vibe. Some of the animated stuff really sells the weight of tits bouncing on your cock or the mouth sliding down in a sloppy blowjob, and then other times it looks janky as hell, like someone animated it half asleep, but you’re already invested so you let it slide. I kinda wish they pushed the voyeurism even more, like having routes where you don’t touch them at first, just watch them corrupt themselves under your influence, walking around with that swollen ass and no panties, “accidentally” bending over in front of you. Would be fun to see them add more twisted “mystery” stuff too, like neighbors smelling the incubus aura and getting dragged into the mess, or some jealous supernatural chick trying to cockblock your corruption spree. But nah, for now it’s mostly you, your scent, some fucked up fake family dynamics, a big-ass MILF with zero chance of staying faithful, a walking stereotype of a horny girl with no self-control, and you pretending this whole thing is some kind of grand incubus coming-of-age story instead of what it really is: low-brow, dirty, often stupid, and absolutely built for people who like to watch morals collapse in slow motion while they laugh and jerk off.

The sky in 2059 is this ugly, sick orange, like somebody pissed on the sunset and never cleaned it. You play a guy who basically grew up in that shit, no nostalgia for the old world, no “remember when we had internet” crying. Just concrete bones of cities, blown-out highways, and horny, desperate survivors who learned pretty fast that a hard cock and a sharp weapon can both save your life, just in different ways. The whole thing is built around trying not to die while everyone around you is trying not to wear clothes. You wander through ruined malls that look like war museums, find half-melted billboards with smiling people from before, and then two minutes later you’re in a scav camp where some big-titted raider queen is laughing while she makes a guy strip naked in front of everyone because he lost a bet. She tells you to choose if you wanna join in humiliating him, help him, or just watch and jerk off behind a broken vending machine. And the fucked up part is that all three options feel valid.

What sells the game for me is how it mixes “oh shit I could die” with “oh shit I’m hard” in the same scene. Like you’ll be low on food, trading bullets for a place to sleep in an underground bunker, and the guy in charge says the only open bed is already taken by his sister. You expect some cliché, but she’s the one who looks you up and down, this tall woman with thighs like she squats cars, and asks if you have any “special talents.” You can brag about your combat skills, or you can say something like “I’m good with my hands.” That tiny choice flips everything. In one route she tests you in a training room soaked with blood and sweat, in another she just grabs your belt, shoves you against the wall, and makes you prove it with her tits bouncing in your face while her brother “guards the door” and politely pretends he doesn’t hear her moaning loud enough to wake the dead. It’s gross. It’s hot. It’s weirdly funny. And somehow you still care if your character survives the night and doesn’t bleed out later in some sewer tunnel full of feral mutants.

There’s this scene that stuck with me where you’re escorting a small group through a ruined overpass. Wind howling, chunks of car skeletons everywhere, that feeling that someone is watching. You can choose to sneak slow and careful, or move fast and loud to scare off scavengers. I picked fast, like an idiot. Snipers open fire, one of your companions gets her leg shot and you have to drag her into cover. She’s this smug, curvy trader who kept flirting with you earlier, joking she’d “pay in kind” if you helped her find a safe town. When the bullets stop and it’s just the sound of her breathing hard, she asks you to cut her pants open to check the wound. You kneel between her spread legs, knife in hand, and instead of panicking she starts teasing you, saying “You’re blushing more than I’m bleeding.” You get this choice: focus on first aid like a good little boy, or let the tension flip into something filthy right there behind a burned-out truck. If you go lewd, you’re literally eating her out while she winces and laughs, leg wrapped in a bloody bandage, telling you to go faster before someone spots you. It shouldn’t be sexy. It absolutely is. And somehow that moment changes how she talks to you later when you run out of supplies and she offers to “share body heat” in a cold storage room that’s definitely not cold anymore by the time you’re done. The game keeps doing that. Serious survival, then stupid horny, then a joke about pre-war porn nobody gets anymore, then someone’s brains explode on a wall. It’s messy, and that’s exactly why it works.

You wake up broke, pissed off at life, no future, no pride, just this huge hole in your chest where your old world used to be. And instead of a therapist or some motivational TED talk, you get a hot, cocky voice living rent free inside your skull. She sounds like the kind of woman who would ruin you at a bar and then sit on your face as a “sorry.” She keeps teasing you, telling you she can fix everything, drag you from total loser to guy who has a bed full of greedy hips and heavy tits and girls who actually beg you to cum inside. Not in a “maybe someday” way. In a “shut up and trust me, you’ll knock them all up if you listen” way. It feels like the game really wants you to lean into being selfish, horny and kind of broken, and it doesn’t judge you for it. She pushes you toward the MILF who hides her loneliness behind a fake calm smile, the younger girls who pretend they don’t want you but watch your hands a bit too long, the one with the ass that jiggles like it’s got its own gravity. Every conversation is this mix of teasing and filth, and it always feels like you’re two choices away from someone moaning your name into a pillow.

The sex is not shy at all. When the clothes finally come off, the camera loves big asses and big tits like a religion. The girls move, they gasp, they ride, they swallow, and the game lets you see their bodies from angles that feel almost too intimate, like you shouldn’t be allowed to stare this long. Pussy gets stuffed, throats get used, cum drips, bellies swell. Pregnancy is not just a random checkbox in a menu, it becomes part of the fantasy. You finish raw, there is that beat of “fuck, what did I do,” and then the game doubles down and makes you enjoy the idea that you just planted your seed in her. There is a lot of family-heat too, that forbidden, brain-melting incest vibe that makes you feel dirty and turned on at the same time, like watching something you absolutely should not. The harem angle is strong: girls orbit around you, they want you, fight for your attention, get jealous, share you anyway. And even while the story keeps pretending it’s about fixing your life and emotions and trauma and all that, it always ends up circling back to you with a handful of soft hair in your fist, a body bouncing on your cock, a mouth around you, or a woman pressed under you whispering “inside” while the voice in your head just laughs and tells you to give her everything.