This Resident Evil parody throws you straight into Lady Dimitrescu's castle, and honestly? The devs knew exactly what they were doing. You're playing some poor bastard who's gotta survive Alcina's "trial" - which basically means getting dominated by a nine-foot vampire mommy and her equally stacked daughters. The turn-based combat system feels clunky at first, like they copy-pasted it from some RPG maker tutorial, but once you realize the real gameplay is about managing your stamina while getting your face buried in supernatural cleavage, it starts making sense. There's this one scene where Dimitrescu pins you against the wall and the camera angle is just... chef's kiss. The 3DCG models look decent enough, though Lady D's proportions are so exaggerated she looks like she'd topple over in real life.

Combat encounters blend into these weird BDSM scenarios where losing actually feels like winning. You'll find yourself deliberately failing just to see what creative punishment awaits. The spanking animations have more effort put into them than the actual sword fighting mechanics, which tells you where the priorities were. Sandbox elements let you explore the castle freely, groping your way through dark corridors while avoiding or seeking out the various monster girls lurking around. Some of the dialogue during sex scenes made me laugh out loud - not sure if that was intentional. The ahegao faces during climax moments are over-the-top ridiculous but somehow work within this campy horror-porn aesthetic.

What really caught me off guard was how they handled the size difference fetish stuff. Tall vs short dynamics play out in every interaction, from handjobs where your character can barely reach to titfuck scenes that look physically impossible. The harem aspect kicks in later when you're juggling multiple supernatural ladies, each with their own domination preferences. Voice acting ranges from surprisingly good to hilariously bad, but the moaning sounds authentic enough. Fair warning though - the grinding gets repetitive and some animations loop awkwardly.

Tiffa in this game feels like that hot girl from cam chat who pretends she has her shit together, then one bad night and suddenly she’s letting strangers see way more than just cleavage. The whole thing starts stupid simple: dark alley, shady guy, city that looks like it smells of sweat and oil, and her trying to do the “good girl with strong morals” act. Five clicks later she’s already in a situation where those morals are hanging by a thread and honestly, that’s where it gets fun. You’re not just watching her get fucked, you’re kind of guiding how fast she slides from “I’m not that type of girl” to “okay, maybe just a little, but only this once” while she’s breathing hard and blushing and pretending she doesn’t like people seeing her like that. The point and click stuff is simple, yeah, but it works: you poke at a trash can, you poke at a door, you poke at a guy’s crotch by “accident” and suddenly there’s a choice about whether Tiffa lets her top slip a bit too low just to get what she wants. I love that feeling where a wrong click makes you discover a new scene with her pressed to a wall, tits squished, trying not to moan too loud. And she fails. Every time.

The wild part is when Aerith shows up. She’s not just a background waifu, she’s this soft, “pure” girl that looks like she belongs in a flower shop, not in some half-legal alley fuckfest. But she still gets tangled in the mess, and that’s when the multiple protagonist thing actually hits. One moment you’re steering Tiffa, making her flash her big tits to distract some creep who clearly doesn’t deserve that view, and the next you’re on Aerith’s side, choosing whether she acts brave or just pretends she doesn’t notice the guy staring at her thighs. There’s this one scene where you can push it: Tiffa is cornered in a narrow passage, shirt half open, sweat on her chest, guy’s hand already on her ass, and instead of stopping it you can click just the right spot and she leans into it. You feel a bit dirty, like when a viewer in my cam room tips extra just to watch me “accidentally” show more on Chaturbate and I pretend to be shy but I’m already wet. That same vibe. The exhibitionism is not “oh look, clothes disappear”, it’s more like: she knows people are watching, she knows she should stop, but she keeps going because orgasms beat morals every time. Meanwhile the romance angle quietly sneaks in with little lines and looks, which I liked and also kinda hated because I came here to watch Tiffa get ruined, not catch feelings, yet when she actually blushes at a soft touch instead of a rough grab, it hits different. Point and click feels almost too light sometimes, you just hover around the screen until the cursor changes and suddenly Tiffa is on her knees, lips parted, mascara probably about to run. I only got annoyed by one tiny thing: a hotspot near a wall that looks clickable but it’s not, and I kept smacking my mouse there like an idiot instead of focusing on her tits. Anyway, the mix of alley grime, Final Fantasy nostalgia, and shameless sex where both girls end up more exposed than they planned feels weirdly close to real cam life: you start with “no nudity, just teasing” and a few choices later you’re naked, turned on, and negotiating with yourself more than with anyone else.

Diana feels like the kind of girl you’ve seen sitting in a corner of a campus café, scrolling through budgeting apps instead of Instagram, pretending everything’s fine while quietly falling apart. The game throws you into her mess right away: dead grandfather, old house, money problems, and this weird mix of grief and horny curiosity that actually feels more honest than most “adult” plots. She’s not some unstoppable sex goddess. She’s a little awkward, a little lost, and still ends up getting her ass spanked in ways that feel half punishment, half therapy. There is this one scene early on where she’s in her grandfather’s room, looking at his old stuff, and the camera lingers way too long on how tight her shorts are while she’s bending over a dusty drawer. I caught myself thinking: yeah, grief in porn is a risky move, but here it kind of works, because her body keeps betraying her while her brain is stuck in nostalgia. It’s almost funny how the game pretends to be a serious coming-of-age thing, then casually lets a hand slide over her ass, fingers pressing in like they’re testing dough, and she just… lets it happen a second too long.

What surprised me is how much the game likes to humiliate her in slow motion. Not just “oh no my clothes fell off”, but those stretched-out moments where she feels eyes on her skin. At one point, she’s stuck dealing with some annoying financial guy, and you know exactly the type: polite, slightly oily, the one that talks about “options” and “flexibility” while staring at your chest for just a bit too long. The scene builds up this uncomfortable tension where her debt slowly turns into leverage over her body. He shifts closer, his fingers brushing the fabric of her skirt, then gripping her thigh like he owns it. She hesitates, cheeks burning, and you can see the exact moment where obligation turns into reluctant arousal. The game is really into that line where consent is there, but it’s messy and full of shame. She gets her ass slapped for “being irresponsible,” and it’s absurd how erotic that moral judgment becomes. The smack echoes, her body jumps, her breathing speeds up, and the camera stays on the red bloom on her skin like it’s a new kind of confession. Honestly, the groping scenes sometimes feel a bit too “hands everywhere because we can,” like someone discovered the word “fondle” and never moved on, but then you get this tiny detail, like her trying to pull down her skirt while her shirt rides up, and it suddenly hits a different, almost philosophical note: how much of yourself do you trade away to survive, and when does humiliation turn into a kink you secretly nurture? The game doesn’t really answer that. It just lets Diana’s body keep talking for her, out in the open, when she would rather stay hidden.

Memory Machine feels like someone mixed a porn site with a cheap VR headset and a fucked up therapy session, then forgot to polish anything and just said, “Yeah, that’s good enough.” In a good way. You’re this guy sitting in a chair, basically being plugged into other people’s memories, and the whole thing plays out like an ASMR session that got horny and morally wrong. You don’t just look at scenes, you kind of “fall” into them. One moment you’re watching a shy girl looking at herself in the mirror, touching her own lips like she’s not sure they’re hers, and the next second you’re in her bathroom with her, close enough to count the tiny goosebumps on her neck while she slowly starts stripping. The sound design is low-key erotic as hell: tiny breath catches, the wet slide when she spits in her hand before wrapping her fingers around you, that little gulp after she swallows. It’s not clean, it’s not glamorous. It’s awkward and messy and that’s exactly why it hits.

What I like is how the teasing actually feels like teasing. Not the usual “two seconds and boom sex.” You sit through these moments where nothing “big” happens. A girl sits on your lap, grinding little by little, acting like she’s not doing anything, talking about normal shit while you’re painfully hard in her hand, and she’s pretending she’s just “curious”. She licks the tip of your cock once, then pulls away, smiles like she just won something, and you can hear her tongue pull away with that sticky sound. That drives me crazy more than the actual blowjob sometimes. And when she finally goes down on you, she doesn’t start like a porn star. It’s clumsy, too much teeth at first, then she gets more confident, hands pumping, drool dripping, taking you deeper, choking a bit, stubborn, like she needs to prove she can take all of it. There is a scene where she holds your cock against her tongue and whispers “I want to taste everything, all of it,” and when she does swallow, you hear the cum hit the back of her throat and then that thick gulp. It feels way too real for something made of pixels. Then in another memory, you get the opposite: girl wipes your load off her tongue with two fingers, stares at it, rubs it on her pussy while she masturbates and never even thinks to lick it. That memory stuck with me. I still kinda hate her for it and love her in the same time.

The corruption vibe isn’t loud in your face, it sneaks in. At first, some girls act all innocent, like proper virgins, flinching when you touch their bare skin, cheeks red when your hand slides up their thigh. There’s one memory where she says “I’ve never done anything like this, don’t look” while she plays with herself, spreading her lips just a little, then peeking through her fingers to see if you’re watching anyway. The game keeps pushing that line where she tells you no with words but moves closer with her body. She starts in baggy clothes, nervous, covering her chest with her arms. Later, same girl, same memory chain, she’s the one ordering you to sit down, stripping slow and deliberate, tits out in public space with windows open, basically turning herself into a little exhibitionist for you. Nudity near the window, fingers sliding between her thighs while she looks outside like she wants someone to see. That shift is where the machine concept actually feels fucked, because you know these are “memories” and not fantasies, and you’re replaying them like a horny tourist. At some point two girls start making out in front of you, giggling, one of them sitting on the other’s face while still stroking your cock with lazy, almost distracted movements, like you’re just another toy. There is this crazy little detail where you can hear the wet sounds from their tongues and the sloppy noise from her handjob at the same time, almost like binaural porn. Very ASMR, very brain-melting. I kind of wish the game let you control the pacing of each scene more, but also I know I’d just pause too much and ruin the flow. My stupid little tip for this game: use headphones, lights off, and let the teasing drag you. Don’t rush the orgasm, let the girls lead you where they want, even when it feels a bit wrong. That’s where the machine really gets under your skin.