You wake up wrong. That is the first thing that hit me. Not heroic, not cool cyberpunk badass, just this sick, half-loaded feeling like your soul got dragged through a glitchy Pornhub ad. You’re in your backup sleeve, lying in some cheap future med-bay, the kind that smells like burnt plastic and sex lube, and your own body doesn’t quite fit. Your fingers are a bit too long, your chest feels heavy in a way it shouldn’t, heart rate monitor chirping like a horny bird, and your vision keeps tearing like a bad stream on xVideos. Crew’s a mess, ship’s a mess, and your upload is corrupted enough that if you calm down, you die. Which is a fucked up way of saying: you literally need to be kept turned on just to keep your brain from shutting off.

The “keep his heart rate up” thing sounds like a cheesy porn excuse, and yeah, it is, but here it actually wraps around into the story surprisingly tight. You’re surrounded by these thick-thighed, short-haired, neon-dyed space girls that look like someone smashed together a strip club and a hacker bar, then sprinkled futa on top for good measure. They are not gentle nurses. You’re not in some healing crystal spa. You are meat they are determined to keep pumping, with hands that wander the second the monitor dips below a number they like. One moment the medic is calmly explaining your neural corruption, next moment her gloved hand slides under your hospital sheet and she squeezes like she’s testing a weapon part. The captain leans over you, short hair brushing your face, tits spilling out of a half-open suit, and she’s pissed you almost died but she’s also grinding on your thigh with this lazy, practiced dominance that says she has done this before with other poor fucks on other poor ships.

I liked how the game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about the body stuff. Your sleeve is customizable, but not in that boring “pick eye color, done” way. It’s big asses that bounce when you get grabbed, heavy tits that strain cheap fabric, cocks and clits and both, because why not if you’re paying for a synthetic body anyway. Cyberpunk setting, sure, there are glowing cityscapes outside the porthole and some talk about data smuggling and black clinic surgeons, but honestly the real sci-fi here is “how far can we push this body before the heart flatlines.” There is this one scene that stuck with me: you’re strapped into this sloopy auto-doc chair, and a futa crew engineer, all colorful undercut and grease on her cheeks, is pretending to “check your reflexes” while she slowly strokes you with one hand and plays with the med panel with the other, watching the HR line spike when she squeezes your balls just a bit too hard. And the worst part? She keeps half-talking about thruster repairs, like she’s multitasking you like any other ship component.

Not everything lands. Some of the dialogue comes out a bit stiff in the wrong way, like someone tried to write badass one-liners while also jerking off and lost the balance. There is a moment where a character calls a neural buffer a “quantum RAM thingy” and I still don’t know if that’s on purpose or just lazy, but I kind of love it because it feels like late-night shitposting turned into a game script. The pacing jumps all over: one second you’re gasping, being ridden hard by a thick-hipped futanari officer who pins your wrists to keep your pulse up, the next second someone brings up fuel dates and cargo lists like we didn’t just watch you cum all over the med bed. Also, tiny complaint that bugged me way more than it should: the damn heart rate sound is slightly too high-pitched, like my Fitbit having an orgasm, and it made me reach for my phone twice, thinking I got a notification. Still, when the girls crowd around you, colored hair brushing your skin, their hands greedy, their voices low and bossy, using your overheating body as both patient and toy, that shrill little beep just disappears into the background like any other cheap future noise. Sex as life support. Literally. It’s messed up, and it works.

Our ex-wayfinder girl is bored out of her skull, and honestly I felt that in my bones. She already saved her island, she did the big heroic stuff, now she’s stuck in chief role like some overworked office manager with tits. Meetings, problems, more meetings. No sea, no adventure, no danger, no orgasms. So she bails on the “responsible leader” life and goes hunting for Maui again, because who else is dumb and horny enough to show her how to be more than human. He promises to teach her how to become a demigod, but half of his “lessons” are him finding excuses to get his hands on her ass, her mouth, whatever part is closest. It starts “innocent”, like physical training, stretching, massages, then suddenly his cock is out and she’s kneeling there trying to remember if this was part of the ritual or not. Spoiler: it always is.

The game is a sandbox thing, but not that messy kind where you get lost in menus for two hours. You wander around the island, poke your nose where you shouldn’t, play dumb minigames to earn shells, buy outfits that are basically just different excuses to show more underboob. There is actual customization, not super deep, but enough that I spent way too long deciding if she looks sluttier with loose hair or with it tied back while she’s giving a sloppy blowjob to a “sacred” monster. Maui keeps setting up “trials” that are basically porn scenes dressed up like spiritual training. One time he tells her she has to “calm the raging beast” inside a cave, and it turns out to be some horny creature who only relaxes when she lets it grope her and fuck her between those big brown thighs. He just leans on his hook outside like a smug bastard, listening to her moan echo through the rocks and calling it “progress”. The parody vibe is thick, but it doesn’t feel like mocking her, more like the world itself is trying to drag her from hero to high-class slut and she kinda likes it. There are scenes with her learning “oral techniques” where he times her with some totally fake demigod challenge, and if you fail the minigame he just laughs and tells you to try again with his dick already twitching. Sometimes she pushes back, sometimes she teases him first. There is lesbian stuff too, with another girl who helps her practice “sensual skills” before she faces another “trial”, and that part actually surprised me because it felt a bit softer, more curious, like she’s testing out how far she wants to go with her own desire, not just following Maui’s orders. Then five minutes later she’s riding him in some cosplay outfit that looks like it came from a Wish version of her old explorer clothes, tits bouncing, talking about “earning her godhood” while he grabs her big ass with both hands. It’s messy and horny and sometimes a little awkward in a way that actually fits, like a hentai fan project that grew bigger than expected and never stopped being a bit unhinged. The teasing is constant, even during normal walking around: NPCs react to what she’s wearing, you get called out for showing too much skin, and then there is a scene where she’s drunk on “magic nectar” and ends up doing a slow, clumsy strip in front of someone who was definitely not supposed to see her like that, and I still keep thinking about that one more than the huge monster sex. Not sure what that says about me. Or her. Or Maui. Probably all three.

Raven wakes up in Lustein with the kind of hangover you get from reality itself, not from alcohol. She knows three things: her name, that she’s a witch, and that everyone around her is way too horny for a Tuesday that doesn’t even exist. The town looks like some fantasy RPG town you half remember from an old JRPG, but somebody replaced half the NPC dialogues with porn hub comments and cult propaganda. On one corner there’s a prim girl in a hood preaching purity, on the next there’s a slime girl casually jerking off a tentacle beast in an alley, and both scenes feel normal after about ten minutes. The game doesn’t even apologize for it. You walk Raven around, poke your nose into “investigations,” and every lead about the mysterious Order somehow slides into another sex scene, another shady deal, another monster with way too much cock for its own skeleton.

What I liked is that Raven isn’t written like some clueless virgin protagonist who “accidentally” falls on dick every five steps. At first she’s confused, guarded, trying to treat every encounter like a real case file. You’re choosing dialogue options, digging for clues, following rumors about disappearances and strange symbols, but half the clue-givers are masturbating behind curtains or peeping through keyholes when you arrive. The voyeur stuff sneaks up on you: you accept a “stakeout quest,” thinking you’ll watch a corrupt priest meet his contact, and suddenly you’re crouched behind a crate, watching him get absolutely flooded by his own acolytes in a holy-bukkake ritual that looks like a blasphemous version of a Klimt painting. You can stay hidden, stroke yourself with Raven’s gloved hand while the scene unfolds, or reveal yourself and twist the ritual to your own kind of magic. The game pretends it is about an investigation, but it is actually about how far you push her corruption, how much you let Lustein leak into her soul and underwear. There’s turn based combat, sure, but it’s the kind of combat that laughs at normal balance. You’re casting spells that bind tentacles, seduce bosses, or literally masturbate mid-battle to charge a corruption bar that works like mana and moral decay at the same time. An early battle with a raven-headed knight is still stuck in my head: the fight starts like normal, you exploit his weak point, suddenly his armor snaps away and what’s under it could never fit in that plate mail. You can finish him “properly” with fire and hexes, or stun him using a seduction stance that turns the screen into a slow striptease, then ride him until he swears fealty with a mouth full of your magic. There is this absurd tension between “I am saving this world” and “I am absolutely getting railed by it.”

The outfits are not just costumes; they feel like alternate timelines for Raven. You change from a modest witch dress into a shredded leather top and thigh-high boots, and the game quietly adjusts how people react. That prim Order nun earlier suddenly stops seeing you as possible recruit and starts looking at you like potential prey, cornering you later in a side chapel and suggesting “purification” that involves ropes, candles, and her tongue taking a pilgrimage between your legs. Another time I put Raven into a delicate, almost scholarly robe, and went to a monster-infested forest. Bad idea. The tentacle plants there literally respond differently, coiling around her as if they’ve found a rare flower and need to pollinate it from every angle. You’re given choices, but a lot of them feel like you’re only choosing how filthy things get, not if. One quest has you investigating rumors about a masked witch corrupting villagers. Plot twist: that witch is basically you from the future if you dive too far into the hentai logic of Lustein. Fighting her in turn-based battle is weirdly arousing and tragic: magic circles, mirrored incantations, her taunting you with what you will become, then pinning you down with living chains while she pours her “knowledge” into your mouth. The best part is I hated some tiny UI things, like how the log sometimes hides a line you want to reread during a particularly heavy lesbian ritual, and I will complain about this in my head forever, but at the same time, when Raven kneels in a ruined library, covered in monster cum, reading sigils from a soaked grimoire while fingering herself to unlock a new spell, I forget everything else. It feels like those old fantasy paperbacks where the margins are full of notes from some horny reader before you, except now you’re the one writing them on Raven’s skin.

Kinda weird how they made Mikasa look softer here. Like she’s still got that cold stare, but when you’re actually clicking through the options, she blushes in this awkwardly human way, almost shy. It threw me off for a sec. The first few minutes are just me messing with her outfit - scarf on, scarf off, hair a bit shorter, those little slider bars that don’t always do what you expect. One moment she’s this battle-hardened soldier, next she’s biting her lip like she’s trying not to moan too loud. The physics? Well, sometimes her chest moves like it’s got its own heartbeat, other times totally stiff, and I kinda liked that inconsistency. Makes it feel less copy-paste, more like a rough fan project made by someone who actually watched the show too many times.

There’s this minigame part where you’re supposed to “earn her trust” or whatever, but it’s basically just clicking timing circles while she’s half dressed. I failed it on purpose once just to see what happens - yeah, she gives you that disappointed glare, and somehow that’s hotter than the reward scene. The sound mix feels off, though, like the moans are recorded in a bathroom, echoey. Doesn’t matter, I still had my headphones on, pretending I didn’t notice. At one point I forgot what I was even supposed to be doing, just kept changing her eyes from angry to soft to angry again, like flipping moods in real life.

If they ever add DLC, I kinda hope it’s just more expressions. Not more sex positions, weirdly enough - just more faces. She’s got that look like she knows you’re wasting time but still plays along. Oh, and the scarf stays on in the best scenes, which is honestly perfect. I tried showing it to myself later (if that makes sense) and it still hit the same way. It’s dumb, rough around the edges, but I swear it captures something that the polished stuff never does.