Guy goes out, fucks his dream girl, then life absolutely body slams him. That is basically the tone here. You start as this pretty regular dude who somehow scores the hottest girl around, gets a night full of sloppy kissing, wet panties, nervous first-time energy, and a ridiculous amount of teasing. She rides your face, you worship her tits, she grinds on your cock until both of you are a sweaty mess, and then the whole thing gets wrecked by her psycho dad flying off the handle. Violence, panic, lights out. Coma. You wake up years later with your dick still working, but your brain missing the whole damn night. What sticks is just flashes in your sleep: a warm pussy clenching around you, soft feet on your chest, a girl whispering “cum in me” in that needy voice that makes your balls tighten. You wake up horny, confused and kind of pissed off at your own memory. Pornhub doesn’t help, Xvideos doesn’t help, nothing hits the spot because it all feels like an echo of something real that you can’t grab anymore.

Then the doorbell rings and there are three girls outside, all looking like the one from your dreams. Same face, same fuckable body, different flavor of crazy in the eyes. They call you in ways that are too familiar, they smile like they already tasted your cum before, and they move into your life like it was always planned. From that point the game really leans into the mess. You’re juggling romance routes where you kiss them slow on the couch and routes where you’re slamming them against the kitchen counter, pulling hair, making them choke on your cock until their mascara runs. One scene you’re trying to be gentle with a “virgin” act, next scene you’ve got one of them on all fours, ass up, while you spit on her hole and push in, her fingers clawing the sheets. The cutscenes love close-ups: tongue on clit, lips wrapped around shaft, toes curling when you press your thumb into their wet spot. There is a bathroom scene that really goes hard on the whole piss thing, and the camera just stays on it too long, like the dev was way too proud of that animation. Creampies get their own little moment, with your cum pouring out and the girls either freaking out about pregnancy or low-key thrilled by it, depending on how corrupted you’ve nudged them. Sometimes the male dom vibe feels powerful as fuck, with you ordering them to lick each other, clean your cock with their tongues, or sit on your face one after another until you can’t breathe. Other times it’s awkward as hell and a line delivery just kills the mood, but you still keep clicking because the next scene might have one of the twins sucking your fingers after you pull out of her ass, or a slow, lazy morning blowjob that starts as cuddling and ends in her swallowing with a shy smile. It never really pretends to be classy, which is kind of the charm and also exactly the problem.

Powerful demon lord trapped in a scrawny school boy body sounds almost like one of my old stage acts, just with less glitter and more tentacles. You start weak, in this very normal school corridor with shitty lockers and ugly tiles, and inside his head there is this arrogant, horny monster screaming about domination and corruption. I kind of love that contrast. On the outside you look like some skinny student that teachers ignore, inside you remember when whole kingdoms crawled to lick your feet. Then you realize here only girls can use magic, so you walk around surrounded by smug witches in skirts, and you are the only guy whose hands tingle with real power. This made me imagine a routine where I walk into the club in a boring uniform, then slowly peel it off and under it is all leather horns and chains, and the crowd only realizes halfway through what kind of creature they called on stage.

First big surprise for me was how much of the fun comes from watching. Not even touching. There is a scene early where you peek into a room and see a “proper” girl using her magic to practice, and the camera just lingers on her hands, the shine on her lips while she bites them, the way her huge tits bounce when she miscasts. It is like the game knows half the thrill is in that slow teasing. They let you breathe the corruption before you spread it. Then later you get your first taste of control, a tiny little mind nudge, and she goes from shy schoolgirl to moaning mess giving a sloppy blowjob in some storage room that smells like cleaning liquid. I swear I could smell the dust in there. That mix of dirty fantasy and stupid everyday detail made me laugh. Then I got annoyed because the mop bucket in the corner is weirdly high quality and shiny while her hair animation clips into her shoulder like crazy. Why they polish a bucket more than a milf’s hair, I will never understand, but my brain would not let it go.

The whole “only women use magic” thing slowly turns into your personal fetish buffet. Teacher with massive ass using spells to keep boys obedient, except you feel the spell hit you and you push back, twist it, and suddenly her eyes glaze and she is pressing you against the chalkboard, grinding that big ass like she wants to erase the homework with your cock. There is a milf at home too, very soft at first, that classic warm hug, and then you start using your power during sleep, slipping fingers under her clothes, pulling her top up just enough. The game really likes that sleep undressing stuff, clothes sliding off in slow motion, thin fabric catching on nipples. At some point I was less “demon lord of lust” and more creepy stagehand sneaking around between scenes, but then you get into full corruption gear, multiple holes filled by invisible demonic tentacles while you sit there smiling like a polite schoolboy, and it hits again: oh yeah, I am supposed to be a fucking monster. Foot jobs, hand jobs, saliva running over your shaft while you stand over a kneeling elf girl, transformation spells that twist a shy nerd girl into a thick-assed monster girl with claws who still calls you “master” and makes you lick her feet after she drained you twice. The free roaming is a bit messy, you wander, you click, sometimes nothing happens for too long, but when a scene finally triggers and you watch a proud magical girl slowly lose herself, begging for your cum, I caught myself planning how I’d mimic that on stage, hands on the pole, back arched, pretending some invisible demon is puppeting my hips. And then the next moment I’m just grumbling because the text box is covering her face right when she is about to swallow. Priorities.

Karma is tired as hell and it kind of shows, in a good way. She’s not some shiny anime waifu, she feels more like that bossy bitch who’s already seen the end of the world three times and is just done with everyone’s bullshit. The whole thing starts right before everything goes to shit: war coming, Antichrist about to rise, timeline already cracked like a cheap phone screen. Instead of “hero saves world”, you’re basically poking holes in fate, pushing people into bed, twisting their lives, and then pretending it’s all for “Balance”. Most of the time it feels more like you’re using cosmic responsibility as an excuse to fuck whoever you want and corrupt whoever you can reach.

You jump between perspectives and it’s actually fun, even if sometimes it makes your brain hurt. One scene you’re stuck in the head of this dude who clearly thinks with his cock first and brain later, next scene you’re in a woman’s body who can literally feel when she’s pulling on someone’s life thread, watching how a single choice sends them from “normal life” into “I’m naked in front of a demon and somehow I’m wet about it”. Some routes let you push harder, like turning a decent girl into this needy toy who starts craving rough attention, or shoving a proud woman into a situation where she ends up on her knees for someone she’d normally laugh at. And then Karma acts like it’s all part of the plan. Sure. Totally not horny abuse of power at all. There’s also those moments where you’re in a trans or futa body and it’s honestly hot as fuck: you feel that mix of power and vulnerability when you’re pinning someone to a bed, dick hard, and still feeling every little shiver when they clench around you. Sometimes the dialogue leans too heavy into lore in the middle of a sex scene, which kills the rhythm a bit, like you’re mid thrust and suddenly someone starts explaining fate mechanics instead of moaning. I literally alt-tabbed to Discord while a character was ranting about threads and came back only for the blowjob to finally start.

What I liked most is when it lets you be a real bastard about it. There’s this one route where you play nice at first, super gentle, soft touches, almost romantic, then slowly start twisting the dynamic, nudging her into more submissive stuff, until you’ve got her begging for your cum like she’s the one seducing you. Or switching into a female POV and suddenly your whole mood flips, because now you’re the one being pinned down, thighs shaking, and you actually get to choose if you hate it or lean into it. Watching a “good” girl get dragged into lesbian sex by her own curiosity, then by your pressure, then by her own addiction, feels dirty in that way people actually come here for. Not everything lands though. Some scenes talk too much before anyone takes off a shirt, and a few choices look important but barely move the needle, which sucks when you’re trying to steer someone from normal to full-on corrupted and the game pretends it changed a lot but you know it didn’t. Still, the mix of domination, timeline fuckery, and that weird feeling that you’re both saving and ruining people at the same time? It hooks you. Even when the writing trips over itself, you kind of keep going, just to see how far you can drag these poor bastards away from the lives they were meant to have and into your messy, horny, broken Tapestry.

You start as this broke professor dumped in a “summer retreat” full of girls who all look like they escaped from horny Instagram. Thick asses in tight shorts, tits barely staying in their tops, everything bouncing like crazy when they run around. At first it looks like a normal camp job: check schedules, organize activities, pretend to be responsible. Then the game hits you with the confidence thing. Suddenly every conversation feels like a small power trip. You pick a bolder line and the girl’s eyes change, she blushes, she leans closer, and you feel that little “oh shit, this works” moment. It feels dirty in a fun way, like you’re getting away with something you absolutely should not do at your workplace, ever.

The camp itself is not just a background. You actually run the place, or at least try. You juggle training sessions, events, money, upgrades, trying to keep things running while also chasing pussy like a complete degenerate. I was checking a budget screen while one of the girls is texting me in-game about “private yoga practice,” and I swear I forgot what I was supposed to improve in the camp because my brain went straight to imagining her bent over the mat. The game loves to tease you like that: you try to focus on numbers and schedules, it slips you a scene where a camper shows up in your office in a wet swimsuit, sits down with her legs open just a bit too wide, and asks for “extra help” with her confidence. It is not subtle. At all. Sometimes it feels almost too easy to push them from shy to slutty, but then again, it is porn, not a TED talk.

Sex scenes come in slow, like they actually build some mood first. You start with touching, a bit of flirting, some corrupt little choices, and next thing you know you’re balls deep in a girl with huge tits pressed against the desk while she tries not to scream because other campers are outside. A lot of the fun for me is how greedy the game lets you be. You grab one girl, then another, then suddenly there is a group of them basically orbiting you like you are the only dick in the whole world. You go from “sir, I’m nervous at this camp” to “please use my ass too” in a way that feels wrong in the best way. Sometimes the management parts slow me down when I only want to see someone with a massive ass getting railed, but then a short scene happens where two girls argue over who gets to stay in your room, and I forget to be annoyed and just lean back like, yeah, this is exactly the kind of trash I came for.