It’s messy in the best way. You’re some kind of half-drunk alchemist in a vampire’s den, tossing glowing ingredients into a cauldron that looks suspiciously alive, waiting to see if it spits out gold, slime, or a moaning succubus with tits like forbidden fruit. The game doesn’t explain much, just lets you mix weird shit - holy water, demon ichor, maybe a drop of your own sweat - and then bam, the screen flashes and suddenly you’re staring at a futa nun grinding against a bound werewolf priest. It’s ridiculous, but you can’t stop clicking. The logic makes no sense and that’s kind of the point. Sometimes you get a soft scene, a slow kiss between a vampire girl and her human pet. Other times, tentacles, everywhere, like the game’s trying to outdo itself in how far it’ll go before you blush or laugh.

There’s something about the tone - half gothic, half horny fever dream - that makes it feel like the devs were just daring each other to see what the next transmutation would unlock. The art shifts between elegant and unhinged; one moment you’re admiring the lighting on a pale thigh, next you’re staring at a corrupted angel with too many wings and not enough shame. The alchemy system feels more like foreplay than crafting. You think you’re mixing for power, but really you’re just chasing the next perverse reveal. I tried to keep track of the endings but gave up after the third one involved a talking dildo that might’ve been sentient.

The weirdest part? It’s kind of beautiful. Between the absurd fetishes and over-the-top transformations, there’s this pulse of dark humor and lust that keeps it alive. It’s not about winning or finishing - it’s about curiosity, that itch that says “what if I mix blood and holy oil again?” Do it. The game rewards the reckless.

Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

Retired “hero” my ass. John feels less like some ex special ops badass and more like that dude in your Discord who keeps saying he’s done with drama, then his DMs are just wall to wall chaos. The game sells you this quiet old guy who just wants beer and football, then absolutely bodies his calm life in the first act. One weird, trippy dream later and suddenly every woman around him is way too interested, way too flexible about what’s “okay,” and way too related to be healthy. It starts slow, like a normal AVN trying to pretend it has restraint, then your choices start twisting everyone into horny trouble. You blink and you’ve gone from “concerned father figure” to “I should probably clear my browser history if I die tomorrow.”

The cast is basically a ticking time bomb of bad decisions. You’ve got the twins, obviously, and yeah, the game knows exactly what button it’s pushing with them. Every scene with them feels like the dev is just giggling behind the screen going “you’re really gonna click that, huh?” One minute you’re sharing some semi wholesome moment in the kitchen, next minute the camera angle turns predatory and you’re suddenly very aware how short their shorts are. And if you like to play the creepy voyeur type, the game spoils you. Peeking through doors, “accidentally” walking in on showers, sitting on the couch pretending to watch sports while everyone else in the house is basically a walking porn category. Of course I told myself I’d play John as a good guy. Ten minutes later I’m saving before every corrupt choice like I’m playing Dark Souls and scared of losing progress.

What actually surprised me is how openly horny the story is without even pretending it’s respectable. The MILFs are stacked like someone made a “mom pack” in a character creator and just cranked every slider to max. There’s a DILF vibe too when the game leans into John’s age and authority, especially when women start treating him like the center of their universe and he just rolls with it. Sex scenes go from soft to “oh shit, we’re doing that now?” pretty fast, with corruption stuff that slowly pushes the girls from shy and unsure into full on cock drunk, begging for creampies and acting jealous and possessive. Interracial scenes pop up in that classic porn logic way where nobody really talks about it, it just happens and you’re like, “yeah okay, that’s a thing now.” Masturbation and voyeurism connect a lot of the smaller scenes, like characters getting caught touching themselves in the hallway light, or you spying on them and deciding whether to walk away or corrupt them a bit more. It’s messy, morally fucked, sometimes hot as hell, sometimes a bit much, and it kind of feels like scrolling a very specific Pornhub playlist someone curated after a bottle of whiskey and three bad breakups. Which is exactly the energy this kind of game should have, honestly.

Three witches, one cramped house, zero self-control. That is basically the whole mood here. You’re not watching some noble heroines in shiny armor, you’re poking around a messy magical sharehouse where everyone is horny, stressed and pretending they’ve got their shit together. Each witch has her own vibe: the serious one who pretends she’s above it all but still ends up with a demon’s tongue between her legs, the lazy troublemaker who uses magic like a dating app filter, and the “good girl” type who blushes while masturbating to the same corrupted visions she swears she hates. The game treats their daily life as a mix of errands, spell practice, demon hunting and “accidentally” walking in on each other naked. And that’s before the corruption really starts to bite.

The sandbox structure is the thing that got me hooked and annoyed at the same time. You can wander around the house, peek through doors, spy through keyholes, catch someone moaning in the bath, and the game just quietly tracks it all. I spent way too long messing with one stupid spell that only lets you watch from mirrors. It sounds small, but the first time I used it and saw the “good” witch on her knees, sucking off some shadow beast she summoned “for research”, it hit harder than the bigger quests. The corruption is not instant. You see small changes. She starts with awkward, hesitant oral, more teeth than tongue, then a few scenes later she is choking herself happily on a demon cock while you hide behind a wardrobe. The game never stops and says “look, she is corrupted now”, it just slips it in while you are busy trying to figure out how to use some magic ritual that probably will backfire on you anyway. There is cheating stuff too, but the game treats it almost casually. It’s more like “oh yeah, she has a boyfriend somewhere outside, anyway she is riding this monster with glowing eyes because it makes her cum like crazy”. It has that slightly dirty soap opera energy where everyone lies and nobody really wants to stop.

What I liked most is how the voyeur angle keeps colliding with the fact you actually play as the witches. One moment you hide and watch two of them making out, big tits pressed together, tongues slow, hands everywhere. Next moment you control one of them in a demon contract scene and you remember you chose to sign away a bit of her soul just to unlock a new masturbation animation in her room. The game lets you feel like a pervert neighbor and also the girl touching herself on the bed. Sometimes the magic is just an excuse to show how far their bodies can go. Tentacled demons pin them down, huge hands on their ass, spells failing because they are too busy moaning to finish a chant. Sometimes the fantasy stuff matters, like when a “simple” demon hunt turns into a long, sweaty corruption chain that ends with a witch voluntarily opening a portal between her thighs. There are little daily choices that look harmless, like using a charm to skip chores, and later you realize that charm is feeding off her purity and that’s why she now gets wet just hearing the word “master”. And I still can’t forgive the tiny detail that the kitchen table always looks the same even after all the filthy things they do on it, no stains, no mess, nothing. It bugs me every time I’m clicking past it on the way to watch one of them get railed by something with horns and too many tongues.