You wake up with that heavy, horny fog in your brain, and instead of your boring room you’re in this chapel that looks like somebody let Pornhub redesign a cathedral. Stained glass, candles, crosses, and front row you got a nun with tits that do not care about gravity at all, trying to decide if she wants to save your soul or ride it. She talks sweet and holy while her outfit is cut so low it might as well be a polite suggestion. And the game just looks at you like: “Alright, sinner, what kind of mess you wanna be?”

The fun part is how it keeps throwing those “innocent” options at you and they never stay innocent. You tell the nun “I want guidance” and she hears “please press those huge soft miracles into my face and whisper prayers while grinding on my lap.” You pick the serious, holy line, and five clicks later she’s on her knees calling you something between “my child” and “my master” with a tongue that clearly skipped bible class. Then you wander out of the chapel and the whole place opens up into this demon playground. Succubus lurking around every corner, hips moving like they’ve got their own physics engine, tails sliding around your legs, horns, claws, that pretty red skin that screams “terrible idea” in the best way. You say one wrong thing to a demon girl and suddenly she’s pinning you to some stone altar, sitting on your cock like she’s collecting your soul one thrust at a time.

What I liked is how the choices actually feel like they change the flavor of the smut, not just the wallpaper. Go respectful with the succubus and she goes slow and teasing, dragging those big breasts over your chest, kissing you soft while still milking you like she’s on a timer. Act like a cocky bastard and she flips you, rides you hard, claws in your back, calls you “toy” while smiling like she owns your life now. Same with the nun: lean into her faith and she turns the whole thing into a corrupt mass, whispering holy lines while stroking you with trembling hands, like she hates how good it feels. Push her buttons and she snaps, climbs into your lap, skirt around her waist, moaning into your ear that she belongs to her god and also to your dick. The visuals love big curves, thick asses bouncing on altars, soft stomachs folding a little when they bend over, jiggling everywhere when the scene gets rough, and the camera never tries to be artsy, it just shoves your face exactly where you were already thinking. It’s messy, horny, sometimes goofy as hell, and every path is basically one long “what if I said yes to the worst idea” fantasy where the answer is always: a nun, a demon, or both, sitting down on you like you’re part of the furniture.

The first time I logged into this thing, I didn’t even care about the classes or whatever plot it pretends to have - the way the avatars breathe, the tiny tremor in their lips before a kiss, that’s what got me. It’s like the devs poured all their soul into making skin look touchable. There’s this one girl in a half-armored cosplay outfit, silver hair glowing like some digital eclipse, and when she leans close, her breath fogs your screen. Maybe I imagined that, but hell, it felt real. The sci-fi cities behind her hum like they’re alive, something between a nightclub and a dream you shouldn’t be having. The game doesn’t shout about its mechanics, but when you figure out how to sync movement and body sensors, it’s almost too much - like your nerves are being rewritten to crave every vibration.

Sometimes the story pretends to be about mystery - a missing player, a corrupted zone - but nobody’s really fooling anyone. The real puzzle is how long you can last before giving in to pure heat. The VR immersion slips between sweet and filthy faster than your mind can keep up; one moment you’re chatting with a student NPC about history, next she’s on her knees, glasses sliding down, eyes wide like she’s learning anatomy for the first time. There’s group stuff too, awkward at first until it’s not. Someone mentioned modders replaced the background drones with moaning echoes; I laughed until it happened in my session and I swear it made everything feel more chaotic and alive. The music, though? Too clean. Needs something grittier, maybe a heartbeat instead of these sterile synths.

I still can’t get over the fact that clothing physics act like they’ve got personalities - skirts that refuse to stay where they should, latex that remembers your touch. You can taste the future here, but it’s messy and dripping and maybe a bit too honest. Every time I log out, reality feels thinner, like a veil that won’t settle right.

Darci hits like a wet dream that crawled out of your teenage goth phase and learned how to fuck reality. Big tiddy, crow-winged, pointy-eared trouble walking through this moody Avalonian city where every alley feels like it smells of cold rain and dirty sex. She is this tall, black-lipsticked futa elf with thighs like religion and a cock that looks like it has its own backstory. Sometimes she just stands in the mirror of her crappy rented room, eye bags dark as ink, feathers twitching, and you feel how much she hates and loves her own body at the same time. The game lets you sit inside that body, inside her head, while she tries to pretend she is just another freak in a society full of polished liars and quiet monsters.

The first time you walk into the GothHouse, the place feels less like “home” and more like someone mashed a sex dungeon with a student dorm and forgot to clean up the energy. Those girls are not just NPCs, more like walking fetishes with their own scars. There is that pale vampire-esque girl in the corner, huge tits squeezed in a corset that looks one breath away from breaking, who pretends not to stare at Darci’s bulge. Later, when you actually choose to follow her to the shared shower, the way the scene goes from awkward small talk to her on her knees, lipstick smeared on Darci’s shaft, water hissing over skin, feels messy in a good way. It is not some clinical porn flow. She gags once, laughs, then keeps going, and Darci’s crow instincts flare up, claws digging into tile, eyes glowing that sick underworld purple. The sex can switch from slow, clingy lesbian grinding to full-on “pin her against the wall and fuck her brains out” when Darci stops being scared of her own power and actually uses it. The game is at its best when it lets you drag that line between tenderness and corruption with one more thrust.

Funny thing, the story pretends to be about “finding her place in society”, but half the time you are just seeing how far you can push these girls before something breaks. There is that elf priestess type who looks holy until you get her alone behind the shrine and make her moan so loud it feels like prayer turned inside out. Darci buries her cock in her while feathers shed to the ground like black snow, and for a moment the underworld power pulses through both of them, giving you this tiny illusion of romance that the next scene absolutely ignores. Some conversations drag on too long, like the game is trying to be all deep and moody while you are just waiting to see if the big ass demon girl in the kitchen will finally bend over the table. She does, eventually, and the vision of Darci grabbing those wide hips, tits swinging, driving in hard while the demon girl laughs and claws at the wood, that wipes away most complaints. Not all, because yeah, sometimes the pacing stumbles and the “universe notes” feel like reading someone’s tumblr lore between jerk-off sessions. But then there is that quiet night where Darci, exhausted, curls around another goth girl in bed, both naked, soft boobs pressed together, dick resting lazy between warm thighs instead of pounding. It is almost sweet. Almost. Then she wakes up, remembers she is a half-crow freak with hellfire between her legs, and you go hunting again.

Kid grows up in the woods with a horny brain and zero social skills, that’s basically the whole mood here. You play this feral dude who got raised by a she-wolf, then suddenly tossed back into a huge “normal” house full of blood relatives with big tits, big asses and way too much lingerie for any actual family gathering. He’s supposed to “reconnect” with them and act civilized, but his idea of boundaries is what a wolf pack has, so… yeah. That’s where it starts getting filthy fast. The game leans really hard into that contrast: he pads around silently like an animal, but the camera keeps treating his new home like a porn set, zooming in on lace panties riding up a thick milf’s ass while she pretends this is just a completely normal reunion. Watching him stalk through the hallway at night while the blonde is bending over in her thin robe, thinking no one sees her, is honestly the best part. It feels creepy and hot at the same time, which I guess is the point.

The engine is that typical 3dcg VN style, but they really push the curves here. Every woman looks like the artist loves giant boobs more than sleep. There’s the tall milf with soft, heavy breasts that spill out of her bra if you even breathe on the clasp, the goth girl in black lace who acts like she hates everything but still leaves her door cracked open when changing, and the brunette who pretends to be the “responsible one” while walking around the kitchen in a shirt that barely covers her nipples. The MC moves through all this like he’s still in the forest, sniffing around doors, peeking through cracks, groping by “accident” because he literally doesn’t understand that grabbing a handful of big ass in the hallway is not a normal greeting. You get scenes where he’s watching through a half-open door while the blonde tugs off her panties, and the camera lingers way longer than it should on how the fabric sticks to her wet slit before dropping to her ankles. Another time he’s alone with the goth teen in her room, she’s in black stockings and that short skirt, reading, and you get this slow POV shot when his hand slides over her thigh like he’s testing new prey. She slaps him, but the game clearly enjoys that moment way too much to pretend it’s just “story”.

What I actually like is that his wild side is not just a line in the plot. Dialogues are rough, he mispronounces things, asks super blunt questions about bodies and sex, and the choices often boil down to “try to act like a normal guy” or “follow your animal instinct and touch what your eyes are glued to”. Early on you can sneak under the milf’s blanket while she’s sleeping, nose almost pressed between those big breasts, just breathing her in, hand hovering over her nipple until you give in and pinch it. She wakes up moaning before she realizes what’s going on, and yeah, that scene is dirty in a way that sticks in your head. Another time he corners the brunette in the laundry room, fascinated by a pair of her lacy panties hanging there, and she catches him sniffing them, face half buried in the fabric. The writing pretends to be shocked, but the camera is doing overtime on every curve of her body while she’s scolding him. It’s not really subtle. The only thing that drives me crazy is how one of the doors in the corridor always looks like it should open to some secret voyeur scene, with the goth masturbating or something, but no, it just does nothing, every single click. I know it’s probably for a later update, but it taunts me every time I pass by, like “hey, there’s more pervy stuff here” and then, nothing.