Sam’s summer doesn’t start with explosions or some anime bullshit prophecy. It starts with him jerking off quietly in a cramped bathroom, hoping his mom doesn’t knock, while thinking about his own best friend in a way he definitely shouldn’t. That’s the vibe here. Ordinary high school, humid Asian heat, everybody sweating in their uniforms, and underneath it all everybody is horny, frustrated, and pretending to be “normal”. The game leans hard into that slow burn feeling where every stare in the hallway and every accidental touch feels like it could cross a line. One moment you’re helping Angela with homework, the next you’re watching her skirt ride up as she stretches on the bed and wondering if you should look away or look closer. You usually don’t look away.

There’s a lot of teasing and it’s not gentle. The bullies at school are assholes, they push Sam around, grope the girls when they think they can get away with it, and the game doesn’t try to moralize. Sometimes you interrupt, sometimes you don’t, and sometimes you pretend you didn’t see a hand slip under a blouse because the situation turns you on and you hate yourself for that. The nicest thing is that the characters actually feel like horny idiots instead of porn robots. Sam’s mom, Riona, walks around the apartment in these thin summer clothes that cling to her body, pretending she’s just “too hot” from the weather, and the camera knows exactly when to linger on her ass or the outline of her nipples. She acts like a normal caring mother, cooks, nags you a bit, then sits too close on the couch and you notice her breathing change when your leg touches hers. The game loves that “is this still innocent or not?” line and keeps poking it. It gets pretty fucked when the bullying brothers start eyeing her and your sister too, and the story quietly asks if you’re going to protect them or secretly want to watch things fall apart. Sometimes protecting them means watching something you can’t unsee. Sometimes not protecting them is even worse.

The sex itself ramps up from clumsy masturbation scenes to full-on sweaty summer nights. There’s that first time you manage to sneak into Angela’s room during a storm, lightning outside, her in a loose shirt with no bra, pretending she’s scared only of the thunder. You feel her thighs tense as your hand slides higher, she bites her lip, and everything feels messy and way too real. Vaginal scenes are shot very close, like you’re right there feeling every movement, and the game loves when someone might walk in at any second. The best part is also the most annoying: you get choices that look small, like peeking at Juno while she changes, or letting Riona drink a bit more wine than she should, and ten scenes later you realize those little “just this once” moments pushed everyone down a darker, more corrupt path. And then there’s that one tiny detail that stuck with me: the way Angela’s face shifts when she realizes you’re turned on by her humiliation in front of the bullies. She blushes, looks away, but her legs don’t move. It’s fucked up and hot and uncomfortable at the same time, which is exactly what this game is chasing, like a slow, sticky summer you kind of wish would never end and also kinda hope would.

Naomi looks like the kind of girl you’d scroll past on Instagram and then scroll back up to stalk a little. Perfect eyeliner, slight smirk like she already knows you’re pathetic for staring at her pictures. The game throws you into that feeling and just keeps pressing on it, like a thumb on a bruise that you don’t really want to heal. You start as this pretty normal guy, nothing special, a little insecure, a bit too online, the type who checks Pornhub in incognito and then clears history twice anyway. Then Naomi starts talking. Not sweet, not loving. She talks in this sharp, almost bored way, like your whole life is content for her, and you feel this horrible mix of being insulted and turned on. The first time she casually calls you “useless” right after showing you that short skirt and talking about her plans with another guy, I literally caught myself biting my lip in front of the screen like an idiot.

What I liked a lot is how the game doesn’t rush the humiliation. It drips it. You’ll be on your phone in-game, reading her texts, and it starts pretty normal, flirty even. Then she lets some tiny things slip, small comments that sting. A “you wouldn’t understand, you’re too soft” here, a “he actually knows how to handle me” there. At first you pretend it’s just banter. You keep choosing the “nice guy” options, thinking you can win her back, fix her, be the hero of this fucked up little love story. Spoiler, you’re not the hero. The turning point for me was one scene where she sends you a selfie in a dark bathroom, lipstick a bit smudged, hair messy, and you already know she hasn’t been alone, the game doesn’t have to spell it out. Your dialogue options are like: pretend you didn’t notice, beg for more pics, or try to act tough and complain. No matter what you pick, she finds a way to twist it and make you the loser. It’s cruel. It’s hot. It’s cruel again. Then right after that the game throws a joke about your porn search history that made me actually laugh out loud, even though my dick was half hard and my pride was fully dead.

There is this thing it does that fucked with my head more than any animated sex scene. Sometimes you get to “choose” if you want to see what she’s doing with other guys. You can look, or you can say no. But the way the text is written, you feel like saying no is the coward choice. Like you’re not just a cuck, you’re a bad cuck. She will tease you either way. If you watch, she mocks you for getting off on it. If you don’t, she hints it was the best sex she ever had and that you missed it. The best part, or maybe the worst part, is how the game makes her insults start sounding like love letters. When she says “you’re only good for watching”, there is this twisted intimacy, like she’s letting you into a secret club where the price of the ticket is your self respect. Sometimes the writing even hits that sweet spot where you forget it’s a game and you catch yourself thinking “if a girl talked to me like this on Telegram I’d probably still stay”. Then one scene later she crosses some line, drags your whole identity through shit, and you swear you hate her. Until she calls you “good boy” once and you’re right back in. It’s fucked. It’s addictive. And the worst part is, it feels a little too real if you ever stayed in a toxic chat for way too long.

Curse of the Six Serpents feels like somebody mashed a horny power fantasy with a fucked up history lesson about Hogwarts, then just let it run wild. You play this smug male caster who basically hijacks an old curse that Salazar left hidden under the school, using it to slowly break six of the “big” witches into full on sex slaves. It sounds edgy on paper, but what surprised me was how nasty and specific some scenes get. One moment you’re walking the halls like a normal wizard, the next you’re peeking through magic wards and watching Hermione unknowingly bend over a desk, her robe hiking up just enough that you feel like a creep and still keep clicking. The voyeur angle is strong here. The game really wants you to feel like you’re stalking the castle, catching Molly half undressed in a guest room, or seeing Luna in some weird position “charging crystals” with her huge tits bouncing in a way that definitely didn’t happen in the books. Or maybe it did and Rowling just chickened out.

The corruption stuff ramps up slower than I expected, which is both hot and annoying. You’ll talk to Hermione again and again, push dialogs, use your new superpowers to nudge her thoughts, then finally see her go from outraged student to someone who blushes while spreading her own pussy for you on command. Same with Fleur, who starts all haughty and superior, and later is on her knees, drool running down her chin because you told her that’s how a “proper offering” looks. Anal scenes hit harder with characters who’d never go for it normally. Narcissa acting all pureblood ice queen, then gritting her teeth as you push into her ass and she’s torn between pride and moaning like a whore. Sometimes the writing actually nails that filthy, humiliating shift in them, especially when you tell Minerva to keep her glasses on while you fuck her against a classroom wall and she’s trying to stay “professorial” even with your cum dripping down her thighs. Then other times a line lands flat and sounds like some horny teenager with Google Translate, which is funny because I’m not native either and even I winced at one or two of those. I keep forgetting where the save icons even are, which pisses me off every single time and I still don’t learn.

What I liked most is how the game doesn’t pretend you’re a hero. You’re a bastard with too much power, walking around a twisted Hogwarts, turning legendary women into meat for your altar. Bellatrix, who’s already crazy in canon, somehow becomes even more unhinged once you start playing with her mind, going from taunting you to begging to be chained to the bed so you can “mark every inch” of her big ass and tits. Molly getting dragged into this whole swinging situation, her mature body put side by side with younger girls, hits a different kink entirely, especially when she hesitates for half a second then climbs into your lap anyway. There’s a nice little thrill each time the curse tightens around one of them and you notice new dialog options, more explicit positions, vaginal and anal variations, little custom reactions when you push them too far and they break in just the way you wanted. The adventure parts are there, walking, exploring, triggering events, but you mostly remember the moments: Hermione on her knees between bookcases, Luna riding you slow in some forgotten tower while talking nonsense about stars, Narcissa forced to watch as you use another witch right in front of her. It’s messy, it’s not subtle, sometimes it’s actually kind of dumb. I still kept playing.

Thomas is that kind of guy every Overwatch nerd pretended to be back when D.Va voice lines were stuck in our heads all day. Except here he actually did it. He is in the team, he sleeps in her bed, he knows exactly how loud she moans when you pull her pigtails and shove her face into the mattress. On paper the relationship looks perfect: famous Korean mecha princess, loyal boyfriend, fans screaming her name on Twitch while she rides his cock after a match like it is just another ranked game. But there is this tiny itch under his skin, like when Battle.net lags right when you ult. Everything is good, nothing is wrong, and yet he wants more. Dirtier. Meaner. Less “idol” and more “cum toy with cute cheeks”.

Then that weird mail shows up, like spam you should ignore but you click it anyway because horniness beats common sense every single time. It is not some big magic ritual or epic prophecy nonsense, it is more like someone slid a cheat menu into his life. One by one, the little options open up. Lower her shame. Boost her arousal in public. Crank up obedience when you whisper in her ear. And you just watch this bright, cocky pro gamer girl, who talks trash in voice chat and winks at cameras, slowly start blushing when you tell her to go out without panties under that tiny skirt. At first she protests, acts all “babo, we can’t, the fans!” and then she is sitting on your lap in the parked car, skirt hiked up, drooling around your dick while people walk right past the tinted window. That moment when she looks up with full ahegao eyes, lipstick smeared, and you realize she is way more into humiliation than she wants to admit, hits harder than any highlight reel.

The fun part is how it mixes the silly parody vibe with really rough stuff. One scene she is doing her cutesy “Nerf this!” type voice while riding a vibrating toy you control from your phone, pretending it is just “training gear” for long matches. The next night you have her tied up in some basement that looks way too close to a practice room, wrists burning against ropes, ass already red from spanking, and you are forcing her to count every slap in broken English while she tries not to scream your name. She cheats on you and it is still your win, because you ordered it. You push her into these messed up “swinging” setups where her so‑called allies get a taste of her, but she is trained so well that she only cums when you tell her she is allowed. The anal scenes hit weird too; the first time she is so proud and cocky, saying she can “tank anything”, then three thrusts later she is babbling like a drunk support player, clutching at you, mascara running, begging you not to film it while you obviously already did. Some bits are slow, like a ranked queue on a dead server, and sometimes the jokes miss, but then there is that one moment where she walks out on stage, still wet from the sex toy hidden inside her, winking at the crowd while you raise the vibration level on your phone, and suddenly all the little rough edges of the game feel on purpose.