Takuro landing in Saint Arcadia feels like someone dropped a horny shonen protagonist into a hentai visual novel and forgot to give him a filter. It’s this “nice transfer guy” vibe on the surface, but the whole school is basically a pressure cooker of thirsty girls, teachers, and those strict student council types pretending they care about discipline while they’re secretly dripping. The game doesn’t even waste much time pretending to be innocent. One minute you’re sitting in this prim classroom with all the usual school crap, next minute the class rep is locking the door and explaining the rules of her “oral exam” with her mouth full. And yeah, his “special power” is exactly what you think it is: he fucks like he’s min-maxed a sex stats spreadsheet in a JRPG, and the girls treat it like a rare resource to capture or abuse.

What hit me is how fast it slides from goofy wish-fulfillment into this twisted power game. You’ve got the dom girls who put a collar on him, tie him up and make him cum just with toys and dirty whispering, like they’re trying to prove they own his dick. Then on another route there’s blackmail, where he suddenly flips the script, uses some secret he finds out, and you get that messed up “you thought you were in control, now open your legs and beg for it” vibe. One run I ended up in a clubroom scene with two girls going down on him at the same time, playing this cruel little game where one deepthroats, the other licks his ass, and they argue who can make him shoot harder. The voices there really help, they moan and gasp in that shameless Japanese way, panting through multiple penetrations, and yeah, sometimes the fake sobbing is a bit much, I had to mute my speakers and swap to headphones on my phone like I’m hiding porn from my own walls. There is also this weirdly hot scene where a teacher makes him “study after class,” riding him in the empty classroom, tits bouncing on his face while she worries about being seen, but still keeps fucking him harder.

The exhibition stuff is where it gets extra filthy. Like that moment in the hallway where a girl is jerking him off behind a pillar, classmates walking by, and she insists he can’t cum until someone looks in their direction. Or the rooftop scene where she sits on his cock, skirt pulled up, panties pushed aside, pretending to talk about homework while he’s fucking her from behind and she’s trying not to moan too loud. There’s even a sleep sex bit that honestly made me pause: him sliding his fingers into a sleeping girl’s pussy, then slowly pushing his cock in while she’s half-awake, mumbling his name, not really pushing him away either. The game doesn’t moralize, it just goes “yeah, this is happening” and moves on. Anal shows up less than I expected, but when it does, it’s usually tied to some “punishment” scene from a dominant girl, making him lick her pussy first, then ramming his cock into her ass while she calls him her toy, which is hilarious because he’s the one with the super dick. The only thing that annoyed me is one line in the UI they never translated properly, just sits there in Japanese and every time I see it I get slightly pissed, then immediately forget because someone is bouncing on his lap and screaming his name again.

Lydia looks like that girl professors quote as an example when they want to guilt the whole class. Star student, polite, skirt the exact length the handbook wants, always with some heavy textbook clutched to her chest. First few scenes really sell that fake safe little routine: campus courtyard, library, neat dorm room with color-coded notes, her phone buzzing with reminders instead of horny texts. You can almost smell the stress sweat on her, and it’s not even sexual yet, just that tight feeling in the throat when you know one mistake will fuck up more than just your GPA.

Then the screw up hits. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge surprise twist, more like a slow, ugly slide. One bad choice, one bit of proof in the wrong hands, and suddenly this guy has her by the throat without touching her. That first blackmail scene in the empty classroom is weirdly quiet. No dramatic music, just her in that spotless school uniform, legs clenched, trying to stand straight while he leans way too close and explains how deep he can bury her if she doesn’t play along. There is no “are you sure” button. The novel just keeps going, and you are dragged with her.

What hits hard is how the sex starts small and mean instead of epic. A forced handjob under a desk while another girl presents at the front of the room, his dick pressed in her hand, her face a frozen mask. A “study session” that turns into him groping her tits while she tries to finish a worksheet, his fingers digging into soft flesh, thumb circling her nipple through the bra until she gasps and then he mocks her for it. Her first time is not candles and romance, it is him pushing her down on the cheap dorm bed, one knee between her thighs while she keeps whispering that this isn’t what she wants, and he reminds her of those screenshots. The camera loves her ass and tits, but it never lets you forget her eyes.

It escalates in that sick, logical way power always does. One blowjob in a locked storage room becomes sucking him off in a car parked just off campus, windows fogged while he films every second on his phone. Her “punishments” flip into “tasks.” Wear the skirt shorter. No panties this time. Sit at the front row while he messages her instructions, like “spread your legs a bit wider” and “touch yourself during the lecture.” There is this brutal little scene where he makes her unbutton her blouse in the faculty restroom, bra pushed up, her big tits spilling out while he slaps them and calls her his personal exhibition piece, snapping pics to send to his buddies. She tries to hold onto her “good girl” thing, repeating to herself that this is just to protect her scholarship, her family, her future, but the game keeps chipping away.

Group stuff comes in later, not as a surprise kink, more like a consequence. He “shares” her in some club backroom, her on her knees, mascara running while a line of guys use her mouth. One grabs her hair, another squeezes that round ass so hard she flinches, someone else spanks her and laughs when she jolts. There is this sticky, messy bukkake scene where her school uniform is ruined, shirt soaked with cum, white splatters in her hair and on her cheeks, and he tells her to walk back through campus like that under a coat, no shower, just shame sticking to her skin. Later, when he starts sending her to fuck random men for cash, it hits different. She is still a “virgin” in her head, clinging to the idea that she only lost it to him, pretending the prostitution thing is just business, not identity. The game quietly disagrees.

The humiliation is constant but not one-note. Sometimes it is physical, like spanking her ass red in a stairwell where any student could walk in. Sometimes it is smaller, like making her flirt with a teacher while his hand is crammed between her thighs, fingers teasing her pussy under the skirt, her trying to form normal sentences. There are moments where she is clearly wet and hates herself for it, breathing hard while some guy finishes inside her and pulls out, cum dripping down her thighs, and she has to pull up her panties and go back to “normal.” She slowly learns that “no” comes with a price. Say no and he leaks something. Say no and he drags someone she loves into the threat. Say yes and she gets praised like a pet. The corruption here is less about magical corruption and more about that small voice inside changing from “this is wrong” to “maybe I deserved this” without you even noticing which scene did it.

On the surface it is just another kinetic porn story about a busty schoolgirl being turned into a toy. Big tits, big ass, a uniform that spends more time on the floor than on her body, oral, anal, creampies, all the menu items. But under that, there is this itchy discomfort, especially when she starts volunteering poses before he even tells her, bending over a desk, pulling her panties aside by herself, forcing a smile while guys jerk off on her face. I liked that, and also hated it. Sometimes the game feels too honest about how control works. Sometimes it is just horny as fuck, like when two guys grab her, one shoving his cock in her mouth, the other lining up behind, and she is pinned between them, gagging and moaning, breasts bouncing while he pounds her from the back until she squeals and he spills inside her raw. Then class goes on. Library opens. Life pretends to be normal again.

You can play this on your phone browser while pretending to check Telegram or Reddit, thumb tapping through scenes, one hand under the desk. It fits that secret vibe. A dirty little story about a girl who thought she could keep her world clean. Turns out cum stains are harder to wash out than she planned.

You slip into this game as the new professor at Beacon and the whole thing feels kind of wrong in a way that makes it hard to stop reading. It’s not shy about what it wants: you, a smug older guy with too much authority, and Ruby, older than in the show but still with that clumsy puppy energy, stuck in your classroom while you slowly bend her into something filthy. The whole thing runs on text, so there is no fancy distraction. Just words hitting you, one after another, like a slow hand creeping up a thigh. The writing starts playful, almost harmless, with dumb jokes and parodies of school rules, and then suddenly you realize you’re several choices deep into blackmailing this girl over one embarrassing incident in the training hall.

There was one scene where you “help” Ruby with her combat stance. It begins like normal tutoring, legs apart, hands on her hips, small corrections. Then the teacher voice in the text softens and turns very personal. The script pays a lot of attention to little sounds: her armor clinking when you press her against the desk, the soft “ah” when you grope a little too high, the tiny wet click when she swallows her nerves along with your threats. No need for audio, you can almost hear it anyway. And when she finally drops to her knees for “extra credit”, the text slows down, sentence by sentence, describing the way she breathes against your cock, the messy saliva strings, the muted gagging. It lingers just long enough to make you feel like a creep, then cracks a joke about grades, like it wants you to laugh at your own corruption. I kinda hated that. And liked it. Then hated that I liked it. The pace is strange like that: some scenes rush right to the good stuff, then later a simple spanking session in your office drags on forever, each smack and whimper stretched out until you feel the heat of her ass on your own palm.

The domination side is not gentle. She starts shy and stubborn, but it doesn’t take long before you’re shoving her face into the desk, pulling her hair while you push inside her, reading her humiliation thoughts in these short, guilty inner monologues. You get moments where she tries to act tough, where the humor pops back up and she cracks a joke while your hand is down her panties, but then one line cuts through, like her realizing she is actually wetter when you insult her. That part stung more than any fictional bruise. The game leans fully into male power fantasy, from groping in crowded halls, to secret anal “lessons” after class, to forcing her to masturbate for you while you just watch and grade her form like it’s homework. Sometimes the text repeats certain actions again and again, like the writer forgot they already described how tight she is, but somehow it fits the sleazy, obsessive tone. It’s messy, too horny to be elegant, full of teasing and rough sex and stupid little asides, like your character complaining about paperwork in the middle of making Ruby choke on him. And yeah, the whole school setting, the blackmail, the way her innocence gets peeled off scene by scene, it all feels like reading a dirty fanfic at 200% intensity, where every new “lesson” is just an excuse to drag her a little deeper into your bed, and her shame sounds louder in your head than any battle in the original show ever did.

Jason starts the story just like some basic guy messing with an old camera he probably should have left in the trash, and from there it goes straight into “what the fuck is happening” territory. The camera doesn’t just take pictures, it pokes at people’s heads, pushes their urges, flips their personalities a bit every time you click. You’re not just watching either, you’re the one choosing who to point it at, when to push harder, when to pull back, and when to say “nah, fuck it, let’s see how far this goes.” One photo it’s harmless teasing, the next it’s your shy relative suddenly posing like she’s on some horny Instagram, tits pressed together, ass turned just perfectly, like the camera crawled into her brain and whispered all her dirty fantasies back at her. And the wild part is how normal the scenes start: chatting in the living room, chilling in a bedroom, hanging in the kitchen, then the paranormal shit creeps in so slowly you start forgetting what “normal” even was.

The story plays a lot with power trips and that nasty little voice in your head that asks “would I actually do this if nobody could stop me?” You’ve got family around you, MILFs with big tits who should absolutely know better, sisters or aunts who start off annoyed at you, then a few corrupted snapshots later they’re “accidentally” walking around half naked, or letting your hand stay on their ass a bit too long. There are moments where you’re straight up blackmailing them with photos they’d never want anyone to see, turning embarrassed gasps into rough groping and forced kissing that slowly melts into them grinding against you, wet and confused and totally hooked. The game doesn’t pretend it’s wholesome; you watch them touch themselves in secret, listen to their muffled moans through thin walls, catch them masturbating while thinking about the exact scene you forced them into before. Sometimes you even send them pictures of their own corruption, just to push them over the edge. Lesbian scenes pop up too, like when two of them end up tangled on a couch, one corrupted by the camera and dragging the other down with her, fingers sliding between thighs, tongues exploring, leaving smeared lipstick and cum on each other’s skin while you watch like a fucking creep from the doorway.

Stuff gets rougher when the camera starts twisting more than just lust. People get a little broken: jealousy, cheating, ugly romance that feels more like obsession. You can nudge them to betray partners off-screen, turn a girlfriend type into a cheating slut who begs you to record her getting railed, or push a sweet mom figure into a full-on exhibitionist, showing off her big ass to strangers, pretending she’s scared while her nipples are clearly hard. The mind control angle is sneaky, not just “click, you’re my slave,” but this creeping corruption that makes them think the ideas are theirs. One scene has you taking photos of a woman covered in bruises and bite marks that you gave her earlier, and she’s shaking, somewhere between fear and craving, knowing you’ll share those shots if she says no next time. There are jumpy, violent flashes too, like the camera showing you things that might happen if you go too far, and sometimes you push anyway, just to see. All of this is wrapped in those animated shots where tits bounce, tongues glide over skin, cum spills down chins after messy oral, and you’re stuck in that horny loop of “just one more scene” while the line between you controlling the camera and the camera controlling you starts to feel very, very thin.

Emily is one of those girls you swear you met in college but can’t quite place. Smart enough, cute enough, a bit basic at first sight, then ten minutes later she’s torn between finishing her assignment and sending nudes to a guy she just met at a shitty bar. That’s basically the whole mood of this game: watching her pretend she has her shit together while you quietly push her toward being either the good girl her profs love or the slut the whole campus whispers about. You’re not some faceless god here, more like the nasty little voice in her head that tells her “eh, one more drink, what’s the worst that can happen?” and then suddenly she’s blowing a married teacher in a locked classroom with her panties stuffed in his pocket. The nice part is how small choices snowball. You tell her to “just flirt a bit” with the muscular black guy from her study group and later you’re sitting there like, okay, now she’s on her knees with mascara all over her face and a grin that basically screams ahegao thumbnail. And the game does not shy from showing you every messy angle of that.

What I liked is that it doesn’t scream “corruption route / pure route” at you in big neon text, but you feel it anyway. One night she’s crying in her room, hugging her phone, deciding if she should stay loyal to her sweet boring boyfriend, next night she’s in some shady hotel room doing live cam masturbation with a vibrator she bought with blackmail money. That jump feels wrong and hot at the same time. Stuff like voyeurism is slipped in almost casually: your choice to peek at someone in the dorm showers “just out of curiosity” suddenly turns into Emily realizing people are watching her too, and instead of freaking out she starts putting on a little stripper show, slow teasing, panties slid down just enough to get the viewer hooked. Then the game turns around and drops a soft romance scene where she’s half asleep, giving lazy oral to her guy in bed, nothing wild, just quiet and intimate, and you think maybe she can be normal. Ten minutes later she’s letting a milf neighbor “teach” her how to please older men and the whole thing feels like you scrolled too far on Pornhub and forgot to stop.

The school setting is used more like a pressure cooker than just a backdrop. You get those dumb normal scenes like group projects and cafeteria gossip, and then out of nowhere someone threatens to leak her nudes unless she “earns” their silence, and that opens the door to prostitution stuff that starts kinda tame and then gets dark. Not “torture porn” dark, more like “she smiles but you know she is owned now” dark. Some paths put Emily on top too, by the way. There is this one route where she figures out very fast that horny men are idiots and starts using female domination tricks on a nervous dilf teacher, making him pay for private “tutoring” while she toys with him using her mouth and then pulls back right before he finishes, total power trip. Sex toys show up in fun ways, not just “here is a dildo, click to use”. Like she goes from shy bedtime fingering to riding a buzzing plug during a serious class presentation, trying not to let the sound escape her lips while her classmates discuss something dumb like group theory. I’m still annoyed that one of the endings locked behind a really small choice about her outfit on the first day, I picked the sweater because I thought “ok, cozy” and then later figured out that the skimpy dress opens a whole extra blackmail chain I missed, but fine, that’s on me and my fake morals. The point is, Emily doesn’t just flip from saint to whore in one click. She slides, stumbles, laughs, cries, makes horrible decisions that you kind of pushed her into. And watching her cross those lines, one blowjob, one strip tease, one “accidental” creampie at a time, is where the entire thing really gets under your skin.

Angels Academy feels like someone smashed a horny dating sim into a theology class, spilled porn all over the syllabus, then said “yeah, this is fine” and opened the doors anyway. You play this bratty guy who got shipped off to a religious “last chance” island because he got caught jerking off, which already tells you the tone: no one here is really holy, they just pretend until their pants are off. The whole place is this weird mix of strict uniforms, old stone halls, stained glass, and girls with asses and tits that do not belong in a place that talks about purity. One moment you’re nodding along while some pious girl talks about virtue, the next you are watching her blush hard while you stare a little too long when the wind lifts her skirt. The story gives you space to either play the slightly decent guy who teases, flirts, learns how to talk to different beliefs, or the absolute bastard who blackmails, corrupts and turns every “angel” into something far from heaven. It is mostly clicking around the campus, spying where you should not, poking at every shiny icon like a horny raccoon, and then watching what kind of trouble your mouth and your hands can start.

The fun comes from how dirty the game is willing to go while still pretending it has “faith” in the background. There is this high you get when you pull a girl away from the group after some prayer session, close the door behind you, and she goes from “God is watching” to sliding to her knees with your cock in her mouth, drool on her chin, eyes up like she is worshiping something else now. Some scenes play from your eyes only, so when you shove a shy virgin against a locker and just start groping her ass through the skirt, you see her breathing quicken literally in front of you. Or when you push a proud, bossy girl to strip on a balcony where people might look up at any second, and she hates you for making her do it but still spreads her legs wider because you told her to. The tone jumps a lot: one route feels like romance with slow teasing and handjobs in quiet dorm rooms, another is pure humiliation, like forcing some religious honor student to masturbate for you while she whispers prayers that get more and more broken. You can fool around with all kinds of girls, different skin tones, different religions, different kinks, and the game happily lets you be a controlling prick who uses secrets and blackmail to build a harem that looks holy on paper and filthy from your bed. I wish the UI didn’t hide some scenes behind weird skill checks that look like a spreadsheet, but whatever, it still feels good when that one choice you made three clicks ago suddenly turns into a sloppy blowjob in a confession booth with the candles flickering and her faith falling apart on your dick.

It starts like one of those days where everything’s supposed to be normal, but the moment you see Marge bending over the laundry basket, or Edna leaning too close over the desk, you already know you’re screwed. The whole town feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for something filthy to happen, and it always does. You play this young troublemaker who’s got more hormones than sense, and the game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about it. Every scene feels like you’re peeking behind a curtain you weren’t supposed to touch - spying through keyholes, catching Lisa doing something she really shouldn’t, getting caught yourself and somehow turning that into another perverted opportunity. It’s messy, animated in that weirdly familiar way that makes you both nostalgic and guilty at once.

There’s this thing the game does where it makes you think you’re in control, like your choices matter, but then you end up blackmailing someone without even realizing how you got there. One second you’re joking around, next you’re groping Luann in her kitchen while she pretends to resist but totally doesn’t. The writing isn’t clean - sometimes the dialogue jumps, sometimes it’s awkward - but that’s kind of what makes it hot. It feels like you’re reading a dirty fanfic written by someone who actually grew up watching these characters and decided to finally make their fantasies real. The moaning sounds are ridiculous, over the top, but they work. And when the creampie scenes hit, they hit.

Honestly, I didn’t expect to enjoy the voyeurism parts so much. Watching Marge cheat, or Edna lose control in the school bathroom, there’s something raw there, like you’re seeing people you shouldn’t see in moments that were never meant to be shared. The cheating theme runs deep - everyone’s fucking someone else, and somehow it all loops back to you. It’s chaotic, wrong, hilarious, and way too addictive for what it is. You’ll probably feel dirty after playing, but you’ll still reload it the next day just to see what happens if you push the boundaries a little further.

Katya feels like that mom from every conservative suburb meme, the one with the tight bun and tighter rules, except here you actually get to watch that whole fake control thing fall apart in slow, horny motion. At the start she really believes in her own bullshit, all discipline and “proper values”, like she’s auditioning for some moral police show. House is clean, schedule is rigid, her body is basically locked behind years of repression and cheap underwear that screams “I don’t fuck, I fold laundry”. And then Emily starts poking holes in it. Not loud teenage rebellion, more like this smug, patient nudging. A little lie here. A half-truth there. “Oops, you caught me, guess you have to punish me.” You already know that “punish” won’t stay innocent for long, and the game absolutely milks that. It feels like watching a rope slowly tighten around Katya’s neck, except she keeps helping tie the knots herself.

What I liked is how it doesn’t jump straight to full-on degeneracy. First time Emily “accidentally” leaves something on her phone open and Katya sees it, the way her face changes, the shame and curiosity mixed, you kinda feel bad for her. Then two scenes later you’re watching her on the couch at night pretending to scroll Instagram while her hand drifts between her legs because her own daughter called her “cute when you’re angry” and you’re like… yeah ok this is fucked and hot. The corruption is very home flavored. Kitchen table tension, hallway “oops I walked out of the shower without closing the door”, “help me with my bra, mom, it’s stuck”. A lot of groping that starts as “checking if you’re dressed decent” and then the hand just doesn’t move away fast enough. The spanking scenes hit nice too, because Katya wants them to be discipline and Emily treats them like foreplay. There’s this one bit with Emily bent over the bed, pretending to pout, her ass up, Katya breathing too heavy, and the game lets the camera sit there way too long. That’s where it got me. Also, the little moments of voyeurism, like Katya spying through a cracked door and then pretending she just “came to check the light”. She lies so badly you can feel the wetness through the screen.

The game calls itself a kinetic thing so yeah, you’re not doing big brain choices, you’re riding the slope. Sometimes that annoyed me, because there’s a scene with Emily using a toy on herself while talking about “how lonely mom must be” and I was screaming at the monitor wanting to push it further or pull back, but the story just drags Katya along on its own rhythm. But that’s also the charm. She’s not really in control, and neither are you. Once the blackmail really settles in, the tone flips hard. Emily plays the sweet daughter card, then snaps into full dom mode with this calm voice that made me clench. Sexual harassment scenes are rough in a good way, like those moments where she corners Katya in her own bedroom and just… touches her. Casual hand on tit, thumb brushing nipple through the bra while talking about grades, or sliding fingers along her ass “just checking your outfit”. And Katya tries to keep her mom tone but you see the crack every time. There’s cheating stuff sprinkled in, like Katya remembering her “proper” life while literally riding someone she absolutely should not be riding, and the game doesn’t pretend it’s romantic, it just leans into the filth. Anal, oral, that “I shouldn’t like this” masturbation shame, stripping scenes where clothes feel more like dignity than fabric. Also, the lesbian tension between them is so obvious it’s almost funny: mother trying not to stare at her own daughter’s tits, daughter knowing exactly what she’s doing, sitting too close, whispering too close, pushing her to the point where “stop” sounds like “please keep going”. I kinda wish they toned down one or two “mom cries then gets horny again” moments, but also, no, I don’t, because that emotional whiplash is exactly why this hits. Katya is broken in the best, worst way, and by the time she’s the one initiating the spanking or begging to be watched, you’re already way too deep to pretend this is about morals anymore.

Ben is supposed to be the lucky survivor kid that comes back home after being gone, but honestly he feels more like a loaded gun somebody forgot on the kitchen table. He crashes on this messed up magic island, gets picked up by a witch doctor who treats “therapy” like torture mixed with sex education and combat drills, then strolls back into normal suburb house life pretending he doesn’t remember shit. Not because he actually forgot, but because that island is basically a pornified god glitch with monsters, spirit bullshit, and power that turns people crazy. So he fakes amnesia, does the polite traumatized boy act, and then the game quietly starts poking at every line you thought it would respect.

The house is where it really hits. Rachel as adoptive mom is that slow-burn headache. She’s warm, too warm, leans in too close, touches his arm too long, falls asleep on the couch in those thin shorts like she forgot he’s not twelve anymore. The game loves to push Ben into those micro moments. You’re standing behind her in the kitchen, watching her reach for something high, shirt riding up, and the UI is asking if you heal her old injury with magic or “accidentally” brush your hand where you shouldn’t. It’s not nice, it’s not healthy, it’s fucking hot. And then it slaps mental health in your face by having Ben wake up sweaty, hearing island drums in his head like a PTSD ringtone while he’s half hard from dreaming about her. Jessica is different chaos. She’s the “normal” one who isn’t normal at all, always teasing, sitting with her legs open just enough to notice, sending you those Instagram thirst traps from the next room like it’s a joke. There’s this one scene where she drags you to her room “to help with homework” and suddenly the camera angle is all about that barely covered ass while she bends over the bed. You can play innocent, you can peek, or you can use a tiny twist of mind control to make her forget how long your eyes stayed there. That little power turns every simple walk through the hallway into a corruption puzzle.

What really fucked with me is how the game keeps pretending it’s about “protecting the world” while letting you slowly rot from the inside. The witch doctor’s voice pops in sometimes, like an evil conscience, reminding you that sex can be a ritual, that feeding your urges might actually make your magic stronger. Then you get scenes with monsters that are less “fight or flight” and more “fight or fuck” and suddenly you’re not sure if you’re the hero or just a horny shaman with mommy issues. There’s a combat bit in the alley at night, where some paranormal creep tries to blackmail you after catching you watching your neighbors through the window. You can blast him with elemental magic, or twist his mind till he thinks he’s the pervert who started it and you walk away clean. That mixture of voyeurism, blackmail, and power fantasy hits different when Ben is smiling softly while lying to everyone, including himself. Zara shows up like the hot demon guidance counselor, offering “help” with his blocked memories and then sliding her hand down his chest as she describes the island tearing reality open. She wants the secrets, the rifts, the raw corruption, and she’s ready to spread her legs or someone else’s to get it. Group scenes feel like rituals gone wrong. People are moaning, bodies tangled, and in the background there’s this feeling that something is watching, that the island is feeding off all that sex. One moment you’re in a tender almost-romance with Rachel on the sofa, her head on your shoulder, the next you’re knee-deep in a magical gangbang that might literally open a portal. The story acts like it cares about Ben’s guilt and mental state, then hands you a teasing choice like “comfort her” or “possess her mind for a while” and both options feel right for different disgusting reasons. Watching him flirt between sweet, scared boy and cold, dominant bastard made me feel like I was doing character research and jacking off at the same time, which is exactly as fucked up as it sounds.