You start as this washed-up ex-child actor in LA who peaked before puberty, which is already kinda hot in a fucked up way, because the game never lets you forget he’s a mess. He’s broke, clingy, horny, trying to squeeze fame out of a podcast that no one sane would listen to. The whole thing is built around this dumb but perfect idea: a sleazy “sex-adjacent” podcast with hot girls who are supposed to talk about clout and drama while low-key getting dragged into this spiral of blackmail, cheating, and public humiliation. It feels less like “build your dream harem” and more like “weaponize people’s trauma for clicks and pussy,” which I mean as a compliment, kinda. The humor is actually funny sometimes too, not that Marvel quip bullshit, more like “wow you really said that on camera?” nasty.

The girls are exactly the type you’d expect around a thirsty LA podcast setup: big tits, big ass, big mouth, tiny filter. They’re not just sex dolls though, they roast you, they tease you, they bully you, they drag you on your own show. One of my favorite bits is when you’re trying to keep two of them from absolutely destroying each other on the couch while you’re still rolling, and at the same time you’re trying to angle the conversation into “so, what’s your type in men?” so you can line up some pussy later. There’s a lot of femdom energy floating around, not in a leather-and-whip way, more like they know you’re desperate and they use it. Sexual harassment in both directions too, guys and girls just crossing lines like it’s a sport. One minute you’re getting a lapful of big ass during a fake “twerk contest for the fans”, next minute that same girl is using your fuck-up on stream to blackmail you into quietly helping her cheat on her dude. Or worse, she lets you fuck her and then laughs that she’s going to describe every second of it on TikTok as “content”.

The netorare stuff hits that specific dirty brain itch. It’s not just “oh no, my waifu is stolen”, it’s more like everybody is playing this clout game where loyalty is negotiable and sex is currency. You run into situations where another guy gets invited as a co-host or guest and suddenly he’s charming the girls on-air, touching their thighs while the camera “accidentally” stays too low, and your MC is forced to smile for the audience while his brain screams. There’s this one bit where you help set up a collab to boost your view count, and it slowly turns into you literally watching one of the girls slide closer to him on the couch, hand on his chest, and you can tell she’s deciding if she’s going to ride his dick later purely because it’ll piss you off and make better drama. The game leans into that, like “yeah, you wanted fame, here’s your girlfriend getting fucked for engagement numbers.” Or maybe she’s not your girlfriend. Or maybe she was, but only between ad reads. The sex itself can get surprisingly tender or straight-up nasty depending how you play it, from teasing strip moments during “body positivity talk” to full-on vaginal scenes that feel like you’re sneaking them past the algorithm. Half the time you’re trying to keep sponsors happy and the other half you’re wondering if that shadowy group pulling strings cares more about views or about watching you crumble while someone else makes your girl moan on a couch that smells like cheap perfume and broken promises.

Debt in porn games is like isekai in anime: it just keeps happening and nobody goes to therapy. Here, it actually feels nasty though. You start as this guy whose family name sounds richer than his bank account, and in one shitty morning everything collapses. Debt collectors at the door, mom trying to keep her voice steady, that gross feeling in your stomach when you realize the house, the women around you, your whole so-called “normal” life is basically on auction. Then the game goes “ok, what are you willing to do” and it doesn’t blink. That’s when it gets fun and kind of fucked up in the same time. You’re not just clicking through sex scenes, you’re pushing people who trust you, spying on them, letting yourself be used, or using them harder. I felt a bit shitty and still clicked every dirty option I could find.

The whole family is hot in that over-the-top porn way but the writing leans more into the vibe of, like, a messy drama show that accidentally turned into a hentai. Your mom has that tired milf energy, the kind where you can see she’s holding the house together with coffee and lies, and then the game lets you slowly cross lines with her. It starts with “accidental” gropes when she’s stressed and vulnerable, then you abuse the situation, help her, touch her, push her, play the good son while your hand stays on her ass a bit too long. There is a really fucked up scene where she’s crying over the debt papers and you comfort her, and the way the camera lingers when she leans into you makes it clear the game knows exactly how wrong this is and does not care at all. Same with the sisters and other women that end up orbiting you, it turns into a harem not because you’re charming, but because you learn how to use secrets, money, and their weak points. Sometimes you dominate, sometimes they pin you down and remind you that you’re not actually in charge, especially when a “strong” woman realizes she can jerk you off for information or shove a toy in you as payment for her help. There are sleep sex scenes that feel like you’re the worst person alive and voyeur scenes where you’re watching them masturbate because you set up the situation that pushed them there. Oral, creampie, spanking, all that is here, but what sticks more is the constant teasing and blackmail tone. Half of the sex feels like a negotiation, half like harassment that everyone pretends is “just this once” while moaning with that stupid ahegao face. It is trashy, morally broken, sometimes surprisingly emotional, sometimes just pure degenerate grinding for the next scene, and I kept telling myself “ok, last route” while already opening the next one on another tab.

Rumors always sound stupid until you are the one they whisper about. This game throws you into one of those sticky school legends, the “there is a satanic cult behind the gym” kind of bullshit, except you actually trip over the damn book they are using. Not a cute grimoire with sparkles, more like something that looks like it smells of old cum and candle smoke. You crack it open for a laugh, and the first thing it gives you is the power to make the class virgin blush so hard she almost creams herself in the middle of an “examination” scene where the teacher leans too close, her tits brushing your arm, and you realize the book is not just edgy goth decor. It lets you push people, twist their lust, nudge their fears, and at first you just use it for small shit: making your best friend text you late at night with “I had this weird dream, why were you watching me in the shower?” while you are literally watching him through some voyeur spell on your phone, zooming in like it is some cursed Pornhub live cam. The game plays like a mix of visual novel and sandbox, you wander around school halls, club rooms, that empty classroom behind the science lab where the “mystery club” girl hides her monster girl hentai doujins, and every choice you poke in the text gets a horny consequence ten minutes later. Sometimes it is just teasing, a milf teacher accidentally pressing her big ass on your desk while bending over the board, sometimes it turns into full on corruption, like you mark a shy futa class rep with a little symbol and next time you see her she is in the bathroom stall, stroking a throbbing cock that looks too heavy for her thin legs, biting her lip and mumbling your name.

The story pretends to be about this “evil power” and responsibility, but half the time I forgot the cult plot and just chased who I could break or save or both. You can go playful, using the book to make girls horny at the worst moments, like forcing a strict nurse to lactate during a routine health check, milk stains spreading on her white top while she clenches her thighs, then suddenly she is grabbing your hand and shoving it under her skirt, muttering how this is “for science.” Or you lean into full NTR stuff, using blackmail photos and the book’s little curse tricks to push a sweet romance into pure cheating. There is one brutal route where your “best friend” tries to confess to his crush under the cherry tree and you quietly tweak her feelings so she accepts, then later you drag her into a storage room and she is on her knees around your cock, choking and crying because she knows she is his, but the spell makes betrayal feel like a delicious punishment. The game loves mixing that hurt with the horny: a loyal girlfriend getting pounded by a big black cock you summoned from some “monster” page, your corrupted class rep in a gangbang bukkake scene with faceless students dripping on her glasses, the principal on her knees in the occult club room giving a sloppy oral exam as if it is normal curriculum. There is futa, femdom, crossdressing sissification stuff where the book flips your own body, giving you a fat futa dick for one route, soft tits in another, forcing you into a skirt while a female domination demon spanks you until you are hard just from the pain. One day you are fingering a shy monster girl by the pool during summer vacation, her tail curling around your wrist as she begs for creampie, the next you are watching a furry club president hump your enchanted sex toy in the empty gym. It is messy, horny, a bit mean, and the book never really feels safe; every time you use it to make someone moan louder in a titfuck or a footjob scene, there is that tiny line of text hinting that maybe the book is also rewriting you, turning a “regular student” into something closer to the cult freaks you laughed at in the first place.

Jake crawling back to that creepy family house after fucking up his big “I’ll be a businessman” dream is already kind of hot in a pathetic way. He’s broke, ashamed, stuck in a place he hates, surrounded by people that should feel familiar but don’t. Mom looks too perfect, too young, tits pushed tight in those thin tops like she’s trying not to notice his eyes sliding down. The “relatives” smile wrong, stand a little too close, talk about “taking care of him” like they’re rehearsing a script someone else wrote. And the house itself keeps breathing in the background. Doors open on their own, lights flicker, someone moans down the hallway when everyone’s supposed to be asleep. Of course he goes to check. Of course he shouldn’t. The best thing here is how the horny stuff always sneaks in right behind the weird. You’re reading a normal line, then suddenly a hand is on his thigh, or he rounds a corner and sees two women pressed together on the couch, one with her tongue sliding up the other’s inner thigh while the TV just hums static. Then it cuts to a different angle and you notice that one of them has a thick cock slowly hardening between her legs, pushing at her panties, and she’s not embarrassed at all. She stares back like “yeah, you’re next.” And you know the game will let you chase that. Or just watch. Or act like you’re disgusted and then sneak back later and beg for it. Small thing that annoyed me: the sound of the old floorboards is exactly the same no matter where you walk. It messed with the tension a bit. I kept thinking someone else was moving, but no, just the same effect looping. Whatever, my brain still filled in the gaps. The corruption here feels more fanfic than official story, in a good way. Canon would never let the “family” blackmail him with phone pics of him jacking off in the bathroom while something invisible whispers in his ear. But this does. One route lets them trap him slowly, pushing him into humiliating situations, making him walk around half naked, hard, while some unseen presence strokes his ego and his dick. The paranormal stuff doesn’t just stay in the background either. Sometimes the ghostly shit joins in. You get those scenes where a door slams and the room goes dark, and there’s nothing on screen except text describing breath on his neck and a wet tongue dragging along his ear, and he can’t move because he’s scared and turned on at the same time. It feels like reading a filthy fan ending where the author said “fuck canon” and finally let the tension boil over. One path might lean into him stealing other people’s lovers, slipping into someone’s bed that is technically already “taken”, fucking them while their partner is under some weird influence in the next room. Another path can flip it, where he’s the one losing control of the people he thought were on his side, watching them slowly gravitate toward that smug futa neighbor, or the “aunt” with the big tits and the fake sweet smile, until he’s left alone with some monster touching him in all the ways they used to. Some scenes go all the way into ugly, drooling ahegao faces, mascara running, spit and cum everywhere, and then right after that you get a quiet moment where he’s just standing in the hallway, listening to the house creak and thinking “something’s wrong” like he didn’t just blast a load all over someone’s face five minutes ago. It’s messy in the right way. Kind of feels like a horny horror doujin that grew too big and turned into a full game, kept all the weird edges, never smoothed them out. You get those animated moments where the thrusting goes on just a bit longer than is comfortable, or the camera holds on the look of shame-turned-pleasure on someone’s face while they’re being watched through a half open door. And of course, every time you think you found the “true” story, another route appears, another ending that says no, that wasn’t canon, this is. Until the next one.