Ariana is the kind of heroine who really shouldn’t be in charge of saving a damn thing, which is exactly why she works here. She’s a thief first, a horny mess second, and some kind of reluctant savior only if she can squeeze it between getting railed and looting pockets. The village of Pyrewood is already fucked in the head when you arrive, infected by this weird lust plague that basically tells everyone “forget self-control, just fuck.” It’s not subtle. You walk past the church, hear chanting, and for a second you think “ok, serious religious scene,” then suddenly you’re watching what looks like a holy bukkake mass while Ariana pretends to look shocked and still doesn’t move away. The story pretends to be dark fantasy but keeps tripping over its own horny feet. One moment Ariana is investigating strange symbols on a wall, next moment the wall opens and some tentacle creep decides to check her insides like she’s part of a quality control test. And yeah, of course she fights, and of course the fight quickly turns into moaning and sloppy animation. It’s that kind of game where “corruption” doesn’t mean slow moral decay, it means she goes from “I shouldn’t do this” to “choke me and fill me” in like, two scenes.

What I actually like, as someone who nerds out over leveling and choices way too much, is how the factions feel like three different flavors of porn brain. The Inquisition path is all about discipline and punishment, lots of “you sinned, now take it” vibes, with Ariana flagged as the naughty sinner that needs to confess with her legs open. The Mage path is basically “science, but horny,” with magic circles, weird experiments, and scenes where masturbation is treated like a diagnostic tool. Then you have The Orgy faction, which just gives up on pretending and goes full “everyone fucks, everything moves, liquids everywhere.” It feels like the dev sat there and said “ok, what if the corruption bar is less a stat and more a porn playlist.” You see it in small moments too, like Ariana trying to resist a cult ritual, the camera lingering on her face as she hesitates, then suddenly she’s surrounded and her body gives in before her dialogue does. Or when she ends up bred in a scene you didn’t fully expect, and the game quietly tracks that, acting like pregnancy is just another logical result of spunk flooding her every hole. It’s messy, horny, sometimes stupid, sometimes hot as hell, and the game never really decides if Ariana is a victim of the plague or its happiest customer. Which is probably why it works at all.

Mythos feels like somebody smashed together a late night crime podcast, a horny anime parody and that weird urban legend subreddit you scroll on your phone when you should be sleeping, then sprinkled way too many tits on top and said “yeah, this is fine”. You pick if you’re playing as a guy or a girl right at the start, and it actually matters, not just in “pronoun changed, congrats” way. Some scenes twist a bit depending on your body, who stares at you, who you can seduce, whose hand “accidentally” lands on your ass in the train when the lights flicker and the supernatural stuff leaks through. There is this first big moment where you’re at Lisa’s memorial, staring at a photo of your ex who got murdered in some fucked up way nobody wants to explain, and two completely different types of people hit on you almost at the same time: a smug cop with that “I’m totally abusing my badge” vibe, and this soft spoken girl with huge tits spilling out of a tight uniform that should absolutely not be legal in a public place. The game doesn’t stop to tell you “this is a choice”. It just lets you go horny detective or horny victim or both and quietly tracks who you want to bend you over later.

Sex is not just “reward unlocked, here’s generic bouncing”. You’re running around this fake-modern city where vampires are landlords, tentacle things hang out in dark alleys like drunk ninjas and one busty elf professor keeps “tutoring” you after class, squeezing your thigh while talking about mythology like she isn’t about to slide under the desk and wrap her lips around you. There is a scene at a cheap business hotel during a “vacation” that is not really a vacation. You’re supposed to investigate, but instead you spend half the night pinned against the balcony railing by a frustrated MILF who is technically someone’s wife and technically not human and technically doesn’t give a fuck. She rides you slow while the neon signs below blink and you can choose if you pull out or let her take every drop and feel that messy creampie drip down her inner thighs while she laughs and calls you a good little snack. Later the same day, basically in the same clothes, the story casually throws you into this awful netorare-ish angle where you watch through a half open door as a different woman you got close to is getting pounded by some supernatural asshole with a cock way bigger than yours. The game lets you peek, or walk away, or join and turn it into harem chaos. If you stay hidden, you see her begging for more, getting titfucked until her face is glazed and you can’t decide if you hate her, hate yourself, or just want in. And that mood, that messy mix of comedy, jealousy, horror and “fuck it, let’s suck his balls too”, that’s pretty much Mythos all the way through, jumping between murder clues, meme jokes, romance sweetness, corruption temptations and stupidly hot tentacle scenes in the dark where you swear you’re still solving a case while something slimy is filling your ass and your mouth at the same time.

A husband, a stupid fight, and that sick feeling in your gut when you suddenly notice how short your own shadow looks next to another guy’s. That is basically where this story sits, grinning at you. You follow this poor bastard of a husband who starts the evening thinking he is “the man of the house” and ends up wondering if his wife is getting her pussy filled by somebody taller, thicker, and a lot more confident. The game plays like a teasing lecture about NTR, but not in a cold way. It is like a drunk friend whispering in your ear, “You see that guy talking to your wife? Yeah, that is how it starts.” The visuals sell that uneasy vibe: soft, slow camera-like cuts, those slightly too-long pauses on her lips when she smiles at someone else, her shirt clinging in all the right places, and his eyes squinting like he is trying not to imagine her on her knees, drool on another man’s shaft. The pace is not rushed, it pokes you. You get moments where almost nothing “big” happens, just small looks, off-hand comments, her phone lighting up with a message while she is in the shower and you are left staring at the screen, imagining every filthy word she might be reading.

There is a strong “PSA from hell” vibe, yeah, like some horny officer in a police comedy explaining step by step how your wife goes from “I would never cheat” to getting her ass slapped by a stranger in some cheap hotel on vacation. The husband is technically the male protagonist, but it never really feels like you are in control. You are more like a ghost stuck in his skull, dragged through his jealousy, his twisted fantasies, his humiliation. One scene that hit hard: he is sitting on the bed, replaying his argument with his wife, and his brain starts playing its own porn parody. Suddenly she is there in his mind, bent over the kitchen counter, big tits pressed on the cold surface, some smug bastard gripping her hips while she moans his name instead. The sounds get louder than his own thoughts. Little sticky lip noises, wet slaps, her breathy “harder” that he is not sure she ever said to him in real life. The game leans into that: you never know where reality stops and his corrupted imagination starts. Sometimes you see Sara in normal everyday clothes, then next transition she is in a tight uniform, unbuttoned just enough, or a cheap lingerie set that looks like it was bought for someone else’s eyes. You get flashes of oral, her cheeks hollowed around a thick cock, but it cuts away too soon, almost mocking you. And in the middle of all this, the tone suddenly slides into this weird humor, like a wink to those who know Konosuba jokes and tentacle memes, like the narrator is some half-drunk wiz giving you “NTR survival tips” while the real lesson is just: if you feel it happening, it probably started a long time ago, back when you ignored how she smiled at her “friend” a little too much. The game never holds your hand. It kind of laughs while you squirm.

Tali on pilgrimage, horny as fuck, stuck in a sandboxy slice of the Mass Effect universe where everything feels just a little off in a fun way. The vibe is like someone took the usual “save the galaxy” story, turned the camera away from Shepard, and just followed this masked quarian girl while she slowly loses all her restraint. You start small. Teasing, light flirting, lots of “oh this is just necessary for the mission” kind of bullshit she tells herself. The corruption is very slow, and actually kind of cute at the start. She fingers herself in some corner of the ship, trying to be quiet, suit still on, thinking about Miranda’s insane tits or Liara’s soft tentacle-girl energy, and you’re just there clicking through, deciding how far she lets her mind wander. Porn game, sure, but it’s got that lazy, comfortable pace where your hand just rests on the mouse and you forget Telegram is still open in the background.

Then stuff escalates and suddenly you are juggling combat screens with monsters while half your brain is thinking “how do I get Tali alone with that tentacle thing again.” The combat is simple, more like a loose frame that lets the corruption scenes drip in after fights. Win a scuffle, get a new scene. Lose, get a different kind of scene. Sometimes it’s oral, sometimes anal, sometimes you just watch her grind on some alien cock like she’s trying to erase her old pilgrim self. There’s this one bit with a monster pinning her, her suit half open, ass pushed up, and she’s trying to say no while the text clearly sells that her body already decided. It’s filthy, but it stays oddly chill. Not edgy, more like “yeah, she’s fucked, and she likes it way more than she wants to admit.”

The sandbox element is kind of messy but in a good “old Ren’Py browser game with too many menus” way. You hop around locations on the flotilla, talk to people, poke at EDI or Ashley or whoever, unlock new lewd paths. Some zones feel empty as hell, like they exist just so the dev can maybe add something in the future, and you wander in circles thinking “was there supposed to be a scene here?” Then suddenly you stumble into a long masturbation chain with Tali that’s animated just enough to keep your dick interested, hips moving, tits bouncing, quarian moans. I liked that the game doesn’t hold your hand; it sometimes straight up ignores you, gives no hint where the next hot thing is. You alt-tab to Discord, complain in some adult-games channel, go back, click something random, and boom, Tali is choking on cock in zero gravity like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s not polished, some animations loop weird, some lines sound like Google Translate had a stroke, but that roughness fits. Feels like watching a dirty fan project grow into its own corrupt little universe, where the pilgrimage is less about honor and more about how many holes she can fill before going back to the flotilla and pretending she learned something spiritual.