You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.

Everything in this game feels like someone took the “wizard school after the war” idea, then slowly twisted it with horny fingers, one scene at a time. You play as this guy who survived the big final battle, and suddenly you’re thrown back into school life, but it’s not really school like you remember from the books. The tone is quieter, heavier, very “post-war hangover”, with ghosts of trauma in the background, and also a lot of naked people in corridors. What hooked me is how slow it starts: long conversations in dim classrooms, walking around the castle, the sense that characters actually lived through shit. They’re tired, bitter, horny, lonely. I like that kind of pacing: you don’t just click twice and boom, blowjob. Sometimes you’re stuck in a talk with Hermione about ethics of rewriting fate, and you can feel she’s half grieving, half curious how far she can push her own limits. It’s hot in such a weird, broken way. And then the next moment she’s on her knees under a library table, and you’re trying not to laugh because the game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle.

The fantasy side goes pretty wild, but in a way that still feels grounded in that “magic school with rules” thing. You get these scenes where elven girls show up as part of some rebuilding exchange program, all proud and formal, talking about treaties, then you click through a few choices and suddenly an elf is jerking you off in a dusty storage room while arguing about wand regulations. There’s a tentacle bit too, of course there is, and I kind of hate that I enjoyed it. It’s not just monster porn thrown at your face. There’s this old forbidden spell experiment under the school, drifting and half-alive, and when it finally touches one of the girls, the writing slows down like it’s describing an unwanted memory that slowly turns into desire. Her clothes peel away like they’re losing a fight, she gets pinned wide open, slick and breathing fast, and the protagonist is both turned on and terrified. It’s fucked up, but not cheap. Then again, sometimes the game feels cheap, like when a serious moment about loss turns into instant tits-out stripping minigame and weirdly clunky blowjob animation. I still replayed that scene three times, so clearly I’m not innocent here. What I keep coming back to is the world-building: the dorm gossip about who fucked a “reformed” dark creature in the forest, staff meetings that hint at old grudges, Hermione pretending to be above it all while letting you slide your hand between her thighs during a “study session”, her voice cracking when you finally push inside her on that creaky classroom desk. The art is rough in places, some faces look a bit off, but somehow that makes the filthier scenes even nastier, like fan art that went too far and never looked back. It’s romantic and soft and disgusting and sweet and stupid, all at the same time, and I keep telling myself I’m here for the time travel plot when I’m clearly staying for the way she moans around your cock during a sloppy blowjob behind a half-broken statue of the founder.

You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.

You wake up in this weird elf city where everyone looks flawless but the whole place is basically sexually frustrated to hell and back. No kids, no pregnancies, just a bunch of long‑lived beauties with tight clothes and fake calm smiles. And then there is you. Dude with magic dick. Not metaphor. Actual plot. Meliara, the elf mage who drags you into this, has that cold, unreadable face and those “I’ve studied forbidden magic for 300 years, now take your pants off” eyes. She talks about destiny and research and rituals like it’s some academic project, while your cock is already the center of the meeting. That mix of serious fantasy vibe and totally shameless breeding talk is what hooked me. It feels like a slow burn, but horny. She’ll stand there with her staff, cloak half open, boobs pushed together just enough to distract, calmly explaining the curse and her plan, and then she asks you how many times you can cum in one night like she’s asking what your favorite color is.

What surprised me is how much time the game lets you just exist in Libon. You’re not just jumping from sex scene to sex scene. You wander this city full of tall, smug elves, monster girls with strange curves in all the right places, older women with that “I’ve seen shit, show me if you can still impress me” attitude. There’s a dating sim layer on top of all the filthy stuff. You talk, pick dialogue options, sometimes say something stupid and piss off an elf guard with huge tits. I liked one moment where I kept teasing this proud warrior elf about her “duty to the city” and she pretended she didn’t care, then one thing led to another and she had her legs wrapped around me, nails digging into my back, telling me to fill her up “for the future of our people.” Super cheesy. I grinned anyway. The game does that a lot, mixing serious lore with completely shameless breeding talk. Sometimes it works, sometimes it’s like watching a fantasy novel strip naked and forget the plot for a while.

The lewd scenes themselves go pretty hard. Big asses pressed against you, soft handjobs turning into desperate riding, elves making those over the top faces when they finally get that thick load inside. There’s this one scene where Meliara is trying to stay in control, doing this almost clinical handjob while asking you about your stamina, and you can either play along with her “experiment” or just grab her hips and ruin her whole plan. I picked the second, obviously. Watching her expression shatter, then her insisting she “needed to evaluate the internal effect” and forcing you to finish inside, that hit that perfect mix of nerdy and filthy for me. Not everything is perfect though. Sometimes conversations drag a bit and you just want to skip straight to the part where somebody gets filled. And the way the city map works annoyed me for no real reason, like I’d always misclick the wrong area and forget what I was trying to do. But when you land in the right place, like stumbling into a quiet bath where a lonely milf elf is soaking and clearly hasn’t been touched properly since the curse started, and she pretends she only wants to “confirm your potential for the ritual” while guiding your cock between her thighs and begging under her breath for you to cum deep inside, that’s when the game really shines. If you play it, take your time with the choices, push the conversations, tease the girls instead of rushing. The payoff hits way harder when that cold, untouchable elf you’ve been flirting with for ages finally spreads her legs and tells you to breed her until the curse means nothing.