This one hits different because the main guy is supposed to be a clown, but he literally can’t lie. Not even a tiny white one. So you’re walking around this fucked up city that worships fake smiles and cheap jokes, and every time you open your mouth, you just drop brutal honesty like a sledgehammer. People ask if their ass looks big and he’s like, “Yeah, it does, and it’s distracting in a good way,” and suddenly the whole scene goes sideways. The comedy isn’t just there for memes, it actually drives the porn. Half the lewd moments start because you said something too real, too sharp, and someone decides to punish you or reward you for it. It’s like watching a stand-up show that slowly mutates into a hentai, but the punchlines are basically social suicide. You’ve got this harem orbit forming around a dude who’s bad at pretending, which is kind of hilarious because every other game in this genre is about smooth talk and here you’re just blurting out the raw shit no normal person would admit.

The women are ridiculous in the best, trashy way. Big tits that look like they’re about to punch gravity in the face, asses so huge you start wondering about back pain, monster girls that belong in someone’s cursed browser history. There’s this one monster girl scene where she asks if you’re scared of her claws and instead of doing the usual “wow you’re so beautiful” routine, he tells her she looks like a horny nightmare from a hentai subreddit. She goes quiet for a second, blushes, then climbs on top of him with this “oh, you think that’s scary?” vibe and suddenly you’re watching her ride him like she’s trying to erase reality. Simple choices like “tell the nice lie” or “tell the ugly truth” keep turning into either humiliation, rough affection, or masturbation scenes where he’s just furiously jerking off while overthinking everything he said that day. I actually hated how often the game makes you click through his internal monologue in those jerk-off scenes, but then I kinda liked it because it feels like watching a clown take the makeup off while still stroking his dick. The pacing’s weird too, like eating a cake that keeps switching between chocolate and chili without warning, but when it hits a good stretch of comedy with sex right behind it, it absolutely works. Some of the parody gags feel like they’re trying too hard, like that one bit that’s clearly riffing on superhero movies and drags a little, yet a few minutes later there’s a romance moment where a girl with a massive ass sits on his lap, asks him what he really thinks of her, and you pick the blunt answer. She stares, cheeks go red, then quietly grinds on him until you both forget there was ever a joke in the scene to begin with.

Game feels like someone spliced a trashy late night softcore channel with a horny podcast, then gave the mic to this smug narrator who just refuses to shut up while everyone’s life is melting into tits, ass and glitter brain. In a good way. Mostly. You bounce between different characters, some guys, some girls, and it’s always that same voice dropping in like “oh hey, your aunt is about to grow three cup sizes and forget what algebra is, let me explain that in way too much detail.” I’m usually here just for sound stuff, yeah, but this one made me read way more than I wanted because I kept waiting for the next “what the fuck” moment. And it comes. And then boobs come. And then someone’s IQ probably leaves through the window.

The sex itself is dirty, not “cute”. You’ll go from a slow, sticky blowjob scene where you actually hear that wet click when her lips pop off the tip, to her moaning like her brain’s rebooting while he pushes into her ass for the first time. Sucking and gasping and those little half-choked laughs, like she’s embarrassed how much she likes it. The sound layering around throat-fucking is surprisingly good: spit strings, a tiny gag, then that greedy slurp when she doesn’t want to stop. In one scene the “good girl” daughter is trying to keep her voice down while her “uncle” is burying his face between her legs and she keeps letting out this broken “uh-huh… uh-huh…” and you can almost hear the bed frame complain. At the same time the game’s trying to be funny, like the narrator dropping stupid jokes while someone’s mom is getting stuffed by two guys at once. Half the time I rolled my eyes, half the time I snorted and replayed the audio because her moans cut right through his dumb pun. There’s a voyeur bit where you’re peeking through a door crack while a thick milf rides a younger guy, and her ass just slaps down in this heavy rhythmic clap, mixed with her squeaky giggles and his low growl in her ear. That scene honestly sounds like someone recorded it in a cheap motel with paper walls. In a nice, rotten way.

What really works is how the transformation stuff is not just “oh boobs bigger now”, it’s like you can hear it corrupt them. One character starts talking normal, then slowly her voice gets lighter and almost sugary, and the more she gets fucked, the more she slips, repeating simple words, giggling at nothing, moaning louder for no reason. It’s hot and a bit sad and then hot again. In one story the serious office woman ends up on her knees in the bathroom, sucking her boss while her tits are swelling under her blouse and you literally hear buttons ping off somewhere. Her moans go from tight and annoyed to this breathy, openly slutty whine when he starts fucking her pussy from behind. The incest angle is not shy at all: there’s a “big sister helping her little brother relax” thing and she starts with awkward jokes, then you hear the moment she pushes his cock between her tits and just kind of gives up and starts moaning his name like a porn star. The interracial scenes hit harder in audio too, like when a pale bimbo housewife is taking a thick guy from the neighborhood and every time he bottoms out she gasps like he knocked a thought out of her head. Then the game throws a lesbian bit out of nowhere, two transformed girls giggling like high schoolers, licking each other and commenting on whose nipples got bigger, and I swear one of them forgets mid-lick what she wanted to say and just moans into the other girl’s clit. It’s messy, horny, weirdly funny, a little mean, and it absolutely doesn’t know when to stop. Which is kind of perfect for this type of filth.

Grief hits different when you come back to a town that already feels a bit wrong. Streets that used to feel small and safe suddenly look like stages, every window a pair of eyes, every corner hiding something that probably wants something from you. Here, you’re the guy who lost his dad and somehow lost his girl in a way that still kinda hurts to think about. Everyone acts like they’re just saying “sorry for your loss,” but you can tell some of them are measuring you, like they’re checking if you’re finally ready to be used. The game leans into that feeling hard. A lot of scenes are tight POV shots, you see what he sees and it makes the voyeur vibe way stronger than I expected. Peeking through doors that are slightly open, catching your mother figure bending over in a thin robe she really shouldn’t be wearing around you, your sister walking from the shower with a towel that keeps “almost” slipping. It plays dirty with that “accidental” exposure, and half the time you know it’s not really accidental at all. The models are full-on 3D with big curves that look like the dev spent way more time on tits and ass than on faces, but honestly for this kind of story it fits. When those scenes shift from sneaky looks to actual sex, the camera stays close to skin, to wetness, to the way she rides you, nothing artistic or fancy, just raw animated fucking, tits bouncing in your face, ass shaking in your hands, heavy breathing in your ears while the rest of the world, and all the creepy supernatural weirdness, kind of melts out of focus.

What makes it feel odd in a good way is how the paranormal side keeps poking through the horny stuff. You’re trying to get your dick wet and suddenly time stutters, lights flicker, you hear a whisper that sounds like Mia but she’s not there. Sometimes when you cum, there is this short flash of something like power, like your body is a battery and sex is the switch, and afterward some character acts different around you, like they remember a thing you never told them. There is at least one moment where you’re spying through a crack, watching a very close relative play with herself in bed, and the scene keeps slipping between “real” and something more like a vision, her eyes glowing for a second, the room changing color, her moans turning into words you can’t quite understand. The game never fully explains it, just trusts you to ride along while you decide if you want to be the good son who resists or the guy who gives in and fucks his way right through the family tree. That choice system can feel a bit messy sometimes, a couple of times I picked an option and the reaction didn’t quite match what I thought he’d say, like the writer forgot what tone that scene had. Still, I kept clicking through on my phone like some horny raccoon going through the trash, especially during those long nights when you wander the house, peeking into rooms, catching your mom’s nipples outlined through her thin tank top in the kitchen, or your sister bent over her desk in shorts two sizes too small. The more the plot about ancient conspiracies and your “destiny” ramps up, the more the sex scenes stop feeling like random porn and start feeling like weapons, or maybe traps, or maybe both, powered by whatever freaky super ability is waking up inside you every time you slide into someone warm and familiar and absolutely off-limits.

Kid with fresh trauma, dead parents, and a brain full of horny daydreams gets invited to live with his own fantasy: the hot teacher with the perfect ass who always leans over the desk just a bit too far. On paper it sounds like a pity offer, right? “Stay with my family until things get better.” In reality it’s more like dropping him into a jungle of polite smiles, fake kindness and a milf who knows damn well every boy in class stares at her tits. He hesitates, because her son is that asshole from school who steals lunch money and calls everyone loser. But she looks at him with those soft eyes, that tight blouse, and suddenly sleeping under the same roof as the bully’s mom feels like a sin that’s worth burning for. Of course he says yes. Hormones are stronger than common sense.

The house is not normal. You notice it first in the little things. The way the “big brother” talks on the phone like he’s ordering a beating instead of pizza. The quiet guys in suits who show up, bow, and pretend they’re just business partners. The way the teacher, this kind of warm, patient woman at school, turns cold and sharp in the kitchen when she’s whispering about “problems that must vanish.” It’s a yakuza nest with homework on the table and a mom who cooks curry while wearing a skirt that barely hides her thick hips. While the son acts like he owns the world, the new boy starts sliding under his shadow, sneaking glances at his mom’s curves, her heavy breasts bouncing when she walks from the bathroom in a towel, the outline of her pussy barely covered, like she’s forgotten someone else lives there now. Or maybe she didn’t forget at all. Hard to say.

At school, the drama looks like a stupid romance anime at first. Teasing in the hallway, cheap jokes, girls whispering that the new boy is “so tragic, poor thing” while staring at his crotch when they think he doesn’t notice. There’s this weird humor in how people flirt with him. One classmate acts innocent, then asks very detailed questions about what he thinks of older women, then pretends it was a joke. Another girl “accidentally” falls on his lap in the library and he ends up with her ass pressed on his dick while she giggles, way too happy. But the real mindfuck happens back home, late, when the door is slightly open and the teacher is in her bedroom, touching herself while watching some shitty romance movie on her tablet, her moans soft at first, then deeper, and he just stands there, hard as rock, listening. Later she pretends nothing happened, serving breakfast like normal, but her hand lingers too long when she passes him the jam. One evening she helps him study and somehow her cleavage is almost in his face, her perfume sweet and thick in his lungs, and he finally snaps, kisses her, expecting a slap. Instead she kisses back, slow, hungry, like she’s been waiting, her tongue teasing, her lips wet. Clothes go missing. Her big tits are in his hands, heavy and warm, nipples hard, and he ends up buried inside her on the sofa, her moans low so the rest of the house doesn’t hear, her body pushing back into every deep thrust. She rides him later, straddling him in the dark, whispering “don’t cum yet” then pulling him in deeper until he fills her, creampie after creampie, while she clenches around him like she owns his soul. Around all that, the yakuza tension keeps rising, jealousy grows, and more women start circling him like he’s fresh meat in a bloody family war, but he still keeps sneaking into her room like an addict who only needs one drug: the bully’s mom, spread on her bed, legs open, ready for another round.