With her voluptuous curves and dark locks, Nico Robin lounges helplessly while several men force themselves on her without mercy. They ravage her dripping wet cunt and plump cheeks, each thrust driving deeper into her willing, aching flesh. The wild mix of pleasure and pain twists across her face, hair falling loose as she gasps under their brutal attention. Afterwards, she eagerly takes one of the men’s cocks into her mouth, swirling her tongue and bobbing her head with hungry urgency. Finally, they erupt, spilling their seed in glistening ropes over her swollen tits and down her trembling body. Beyond the brutal encounters, the game lets you dive into twisted role-play scenarios that turn Nico Robin into your ultimate naughty muse. A secret treat lurks beneath the surface, ready to reward players daring enough to unlock the game’s most depraved moments. Let yourself be pulled into the gritty, taboo world where Nico Robin’s luscious body is laid bare for your hedonistic pleasure. Hit play and lose yourself in the relentless, hardcore encounters that will leave you breathless and craving more.

Christmas lights, cheap tinsel, fake smiles and then suddenly the room tilts and your brain feels like it’s running on Windows XP in safe mode. That’s basically Becky’s life now. You’re in her head, this 21-year-old brunette with a body that makes every camera angle feel like it’s trying to cop a feel: big tits squeezed into clothes that are definitely one size too hopeful, ass fighting the seams whenever she bends to pick something up. It’s not just “oh wow she’s hot”, it’s that kind of heavy, bouncy flesh that makes every quiet hospital corridor sound louder in your skull because the game actually gives her weight. Footsteps soft on tile, the tiny swish of fabric when her thighs brush, the creak of a cheap chair when she shifts her hips. I’m a sound nerd, I notice this stupid stuff.

The “Vertigo” thing isn’t just a plot excuse, it feels like a constant little audio bug in the back of your ear. When Becky has one of her episodes, the whole soundstage starts to warp, like someone dragging a vinyl record with their finger. Background hum from the hospital suddenly dips, people’s voices slide slightly out of pitch for half a second and then snap back. It’s unnerving and kinda hot at the same time, especially when it hits in the middle of a lewd scene. One second she’s getting pushed against a wall by a woman in a tight nurse outfit, clipboard clattering on the floor, breathing getting faster, soft wet sounds starting up, and then boom, that weird heartbeat-in-your-ears effect kicks in and you feel like you’re going to tip over with her. The nurse here isn’t just “sexy outfit + boob window”, she talks to Becky like she’s a patient and a plaything. Latex gloves snapping, that faint rubber squeak when her hand slides over bare skin, the rustle of sheets when she pins Becky down for a “check up” that has zero to do with medicine. Slight moan in the left ear, a low whisper in the right, it’s surprisingly intimate for a porn VN.

Outside the hospital stuff, you get this slow-burn investigation mood where Becky tries to figure out what Vertigo actually is, and why other people have their own twisted versions of it. You walk into apartments at night and the whole ambience changes: fridge hum, distant city noise, floorboards creak when that older woman with the milf energy steps closer. She’s got that dangerous calm voice, like someone who already made a bad decision and wants company. When she leans in, you hear the faint clink of jewelry against her cleavage, her breath deeper, more confident than Becky’s shaky little gasps. Sex scenes with her feel heavier, more raw. Bedframe hits the wall with a dull thud, Becky’s muffled cries against a pillow, wet sounds not overdone but sharp enough you feel them in your neck. Then, in the same game, someone screams in another room, there’s blood on tile, and the sound design doesn’t flinch: impact is meaty, not cartoony, and the silence after is worse. No heroic music, just the buzzing light and Becky’s breathing going from horny to panicked. It jumps between lust, fear, curiosity so fast it almost feels broken, but that messy mood actually matches her: horny, confused, turned on by people she should probably be running away from, chasing answers that only lead to more fucked up nights. I still hate one thing though: there is this one looping corridor ambience that has a tiny echo in it, like a spoon touching a mug, and once you hear it you cannot unhear it. Never fixed, just sits there, quietly annoying, while Becky’s big ass walks past another door that definitely hides something you probably shouldn’t open.

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.

Imagine if somebody smashed together Witcher fanfic from some horny reddit thread, a corruption sim, and those old Flash-era slider puzzles, then wrapped it in 3dcg versions of Ciri, Triss and Yen that look just different enough to not get CDPR lawyers knocking. That’s basically the vibe here. You’re this random guy in a twisted “what if” version of the Continent where monsters are less scary than pregnancy and everyone’s moral compass is already hanging by a thread. The whole point is simple: talk your way into their heads, fuck up their ideals, and turn the iconic sorceresses and one slightly traumatized white-haired princess into a personal breeding cult that lives and breathes for your cock. It sounds edgy as hell written out, but in the game it feels more like a slow and messy slide into “okay I guess we’re doing creampies in Kaer Morhen now.”

The fun part is how each girl bends differently. Ciri starts all stubborn and righteous, the usual “I’ve seen worlds and you’re nothing to me” attitude, then a couple of sharp choices later she’s grinding on your lap in some ruined tower, talking shit but not actually moving away while you keep pushing her panties aside. The moment when you first decide if you’ll go for bareback with her, knowing the whole breeding angle is a big deal in this world, hits harder than it should in a porn game. Triss is the classic big-tits redhead temptation package, already halfway corrupt before you even touch her. One branch turns her into this needy thing who keeps insisting it’s “just magic experimentation” while you pump another load into her and watch that spell circle on the floor pulse brighter. Another path has her still pretending she’s doing it all for “the greater good,” which is hilarious when she’s moaning loud enough that even a deaf drowner would look over. And then there’s Yennefer: the smug brunette who treats you like an insect until you finally catch her on one weak moment, hand between her thighs under a desk, asking very calm questions while your fingers keep sliding deeper. The first time you drag her from “you’re beneath me” to “don’t pull out” in one scene is actually kind of satisfying in a shitty power fantasy way, although the writing stumbles sometimes, like it can’t decide if she’s broken, in love, or just horny on potions.

What threw me a bit is how one wrong dialogue choice quietly kills a whole route without telling you. You think you’re being clever or “in character” for a Witcher-style world, then suddenly Triss stops visiting your room and Ciri just talks about training again and your cock-worship harem dream is hanging by a thread. There is a corruption meter hiding behind the scenes, you can feel it when a scene suddenly flips from vanilla riding to “press her down and finish inside,” but the game never really bothers to explain it. Sometimes that’s hot, sometimes it’s just annoying, like when I spent three runs trying to get a specific interracial scene with Ciri and a dark-skinned merc guy joining in, only to realize one early “mercenaries are scum” line basically locked the dude out forever. Also, the faces look great most of the time, but Ciri’s white hair clips into her shoulder in one blowjob loop and it drove me crazy, because everything else in that animation is perfect, the way her eyes look up, spit shining your shaft, and then this stupid hair strand just phases through her armor like it’s made of smoke. Still clicked replay on it like five times though. And the creampie shots are surprisingly good for a parody thing: you feel the choice, like, do you risk knocking up a legendary sorceress just to watch her pussy leak onto the sheets, or do you pull out and disappoint her while she pretends not to care? I kept telling myself I’d play “smart” next run, avoid the hardcore corruption, try a more moral path, but I always end up back in that same castle room, hand hovering over the option that says “stay inside her” and thinking yeah, alright, one more time.