You wake up on this ugly rust bucket of a fishing ship, wearing an orange sweater that keeps trying to crawl up over your borrowed tits, and everyone is calling you Vilma like that is totally normal. You know that feeling when you're lying to every single person in the room and your dick is half hard at the same time? Yeah, that feeling is basically the whole game. The dev clearly loves Halloween junk and classic mystery cartoons, but everything is twisted just enough that it looks like the cheap porn parody DVD you find in the wrong section of the store. Scrooby keeps shivering, Saggy looks like he smells like wet dog and weed, and you are the “smart girl” with the big ass who is supposed to solve a murder in five minutes or get blown the fuck up by some letter bomb. And of course the real Vilma is naked and tied up in a storage room, annoyed, horny, and way too clever for her own good.

The fun part is how the timer hangs over your head while you are trying to decide if you should drag another clue out of Nymphne with actual logic or just bend her over a crate and fuck her until she starts talking. I wasted two full runs trying to see how much I could get away with before the bomb went off, just speedrunning bad decisions. Took me a bit to realize the “deduction table” is not just flavor text. You slap evidence on it like a crazy wall, except instead of red string you have your cock and some pretty mean dialog options. One run I focused only on interrogations, squeezed Ford until he spilled half the plot, solved the murder like some nerd god, and then realized I had barely touched Vilma in the hold. Next run I did the opposite: ignored half the questions, kept going back downstairs, playing good cop / very bad cop with her. Her reaction when you pretend to be her, while she is tied up and watching you strip off “her” sweater, is nasty in the best way. Also, the jiggle in some of the animated loops is honestly stupid good, then on the next scene a hand looks like it was drawn by someone using a mousepad in a bus. It made me laugh, then still made me horny, which is kind of impressive and also annoying.

What really sold me is how the voyeur stuff is baked into the whole structure. You’re pretending to be the smartest girl on the ship while the real one is naked furniture in the next room, and the game keeps tempting you to leave her there just a little longer so you can wander around and peek at everybody’s secrets. I kept pausing on the same detail: her glasses. When you put them on and walk into an interrogation, people suddenly trust you, but you know they actually belong to the girl who is currently gagged and getting her ass toyed with below deck. The contrast between playing the clever detective and then going downstairs to use her like a cum-dump clue dispenser is filthy in a way screenshots don’t show. Some of the humor hits hard too, like when Saggy tries to tell you he “respects women” while staring at your chest, or when Scrooby freaks out at the idea of anal like that is somehow worse than the murder. I had one run where I solved the case perfectly, unlocked a fancy sex scene with Nymphne, then realized I had missed a tiny conditional flag in the storage room so the Vilma finale variant didn’t trigger and I actually growled at my monitor. Still going back to clean up those last few CGs like a pervert completionist.

Life kicks you in the balls, spits on you a little, then sends you back to your crappy small town with a useless degree and zero plan. That’s where you start here. No epic hero, no chosen one, just a tired guy with no job, cold looks from the people who took him in, and the constant feeling that life is already over before it even got good. Then she shows up. Not in some cute “anime girl trips into your lap” way either. More like “horns, claws, way-too-sultry voice, and eyes that know exactly how much of a loser you are” kind of entrance. She calls herself a goddess. She looks like something your priest would have a stroke over. And she wants you. Not for your charm. For a deal. Your body, your sins, your help… in exchange for a life where you actually get to fuck your way through power, revenge, and very, very unholy romance.

The setup feels like some messed up dating sim smashed into a fantasy cult story. You go from sleeping in a room that smells like old socks to getting pulled into a world where nuns are not exactly pure, monster girls want more than a cuddle, and faith is something moaned, not whispered. You’re free to wander around, poke your nose where it shouldn’t be, slide into people’s lives, then into their beds. One route you’re sweet-talking a strict religious milf who thinks she can “save” you, next moment you’re on your knees between her thighs, hands buried in her big ass while she forgets all about God. Another time you’re dealing with a smug futa with a holy symbol on her chest and a very unholy problem in her pants, watching her ahegao while you stroke her off, half guilty, half addicted. Sometimes it’s soft, like kissing a shy monster girl under the moon, her tentacles wrapping around your legs while she gives you a slow, sloppy blowjob that feels like it takes ages. Sometimes it’s five bodies tangled at once, tits pressed together, tongues crossing, your cock sliding between big breasts while someone else sucks on your toes and another girl rides your face. It jumps from romance to filth so fast your brain just kind of gives up and enjoys the ride.

What makes it fun is how messy it feels. You’re not some confident porn hero. You’re awkward, you say the wrong shit, you pick a choice because you’re horny and suddenly you’re in a threesome you absolutely were not ready for. One moment you’re holding a girl’s hand, promising her something sweet, and the next you’re pinned to an altar with her and her “sister” grinding on you, swapping spit over your mouth, both of them moaning your name like it’s a prayer. There’s lesbian stuff all over the place too, like you walk in on two monster girls going down on each other and instead of the usual “oh no, I’m sorry,” you just quietly sit, watch, and the game lets it play out, full animated tongues and all. Interracial, milfs, futas, holy girls, monster cuties, mobile-friendly enough that you can sneak a quick footjob scene on your phone while pretending to scroll Instagram. Sometimes the pacing is weird and scenes hit you out of nowhere, like you were just trying to grind a bit and suddenly a nun is sucking you off behind the church, drool dripping down your shaft, eyes rolled up like a possessed angel. But honestly, that chaos fits the whole “sold your soul to a horny goddess with an agenda” vibe. It feels less like a clean porn catalog and more like your life went off the rails and landed right in a pile of tits, tentacles, and very bad decisions that feel really, really good.

Anno is that kind of nerd wizard who looks like he should be staying in the tower reading scrolls, but instead he keeps tripping into the filthiest situations possible and somehow it feels… believable? You start like a proper fantasy court mage, serious prophecy, city to protect, all that epic stuff, and five minutes later you are making really bad choices in a dungeon because a monster girl with ridiculous tits is promising “just a tiny reward” if you let her sit on your face. The tone is funny in a stupid way, like horny DnD group that lost control of the session, but it still plays like a normal turn based RPG, not some click-on-the-flashlight porn thing. You’re checking stats and gear and then, oops, your “strategy” ends with you pinned to the wall getting used like a toy while she laughs at you. High culture.

The corruption feeling is good, because at the beginning Anno is more like “I must study this creature for magical research” and by the time you grind a bit, he is basically a walking hard-on with a spellbook. The game is really into humiliating him in that fun way where he technically wins the fight, but the “reward” scene still has him on his knees, getting jerked off or sucked dry while he moans like some brainwashed virgin who never saw tits before. Which is funny because half of the girls are total MILF energy with huge asses that bounce way more than gravity should allow. There is a lot of oral, a lot of grabbing his crotch in dialogue, some group scenes where he is just drowning in slime and semen and tentacles and you just watch the animation and think, ok, that’s too much, play it again. There is mind control too, that “oops your resistance failed, now you’re her obedient little slave” vibe, and it really goes in on that ahegao, drooling, eyes-rolled-back thing when he gets stuffed from more than one side. Sometimes combat feels like foreplay that lasts too long, I wanted the scene already, but then one enemy suddenly wiped me because I was horny and didn’t heal and I got actually mad at myself, like, bro, at least drink a potion before you go chase the next creampie CG.

I like how the dungeon itself works almost like a horny safari. You just wander around, poke suspicious walls, and the game goes “nice trap, now three monster girls want to share you” and suddenly you’re in animated group sex with cum flying everywhere. There’s this one moment where a cute “innocent” girl wants to “study human anatomy” and ends up straddling him and grinding until she gets him to cum inside, then makes some casual pregnancy comment like it’s no big deal, and the scene just keeps looping with her riding and his face completely gone, and that stuck with me more than the bigger, flashier scenes. I wish outfits changed more, like, as a cosplayer I am crying a bit, because some of these designs are perfect to build in real life and then the game keeps one angle only and my brain is screaming “turn around, I need to see the back straps.” The humor is stupid in a good way, but sometimes it leans a little too meme-y for me, and then the next scene is just raw, messy bukkake on a monster girl who looks way too proud to be painted white. The sandbox feeling is nice, you wander, poke, get groped, accidentally trigger handjobs in places that should be safe, like it’s casual sexual harassment world and the MC is the only one who thinks it’s weird. And then at some point you stop thinking it’s weird too. Not sure that’s a good thing. Or maybe it is. I’m still “testing.”

This thing feels like someone took a horny RWBY Discord server chat, smashed it into Ren’Py, and hit “fuck it, good enough.” And weirdly, that’s kinda the charm. You’re not dealing with slick corporate porn here. It’s Ruby and Cardin in a messy little fantasy romance that should not work at all, but you sit there clicking like a raccoon in a trash can anyway. The writing swings all over the place: sometimes it’s sweet “shy girl with her first real crush,” sometimes it’s “oh, Cardin is absolutely rearranging her inside that Beacon dorm bed” and the text really leans into it, spelling out every wet sound like the dev had Pornhub open on one monitor and Ren’Py on the other. There’s this one scene where Ruby is trying to be all serious about her feelings and within like ten lines she is on her knees, drool on her chin, begging him not to stop. That tonal whiplash? Honestly felt like some of the hookups at my events. One moment deep emotional talk, next moment someone is grinding on a folding chair.

The pacing is like a half-drunk house party where the snacks run out but the booze doesn’t. Early on, the story toys with the whole “is this romance or is this just Cardin using her” thing, and if you know RWBY canon you keep going “no way she’d fall for this guy.” And then you click through a few more screens and she’s pressed against the wall, panties around her thigh, gasping his name with that kind of desperate little whine that makes you shift in your chair. The moaning audio carries more weight than it should. It’s not studio quality, you can literally hear that slight home-recording vibe, but when Ruby starts letting out those shaky little cries and the text mentions her legs trembling while he pushes in deeper, it suddenly feels way more obscene than it has any right to be. There’s this bed scene where she’s trying to keep quiet, biting into the pillow, and the game keeps flipping between her thoughts about how wrong it is and then describing exactly how her body is clenching around him. Honestly, kind of hot in that “this is almost too personal” way, even if a couple of lines sound like they came from a Wattpad account that got banned three times.

And yet, for every filthy detail that hits just right, there’s a tiny thing that pokes your brain. The UI is there, it functions, but that textbox color? I keep thinking about it and I wish it was different, even if it never will be. Some lines feel like the dev just let an AI autocomplete, like mid-sex Ruby suddenly drops a weirdly formal line that nobody with a dick inside them would say. The parody angle shows up mostly in how off-brand everything feels, like this is Beacon in some horny parallel universe where everyone’s moral compass is slightly broken. Still, when Cardin grabs her by the hips and slams into her from behind, making her yelp and stutter through his name, it absolutely sells the fantasy. There’s a moment where she’s sore, cheeks flushed, hair all messy, but still climbing back onto his lap because she “needs it again” even though she can barely sit. That kind of detail feels oddly specific, like the dev was remembering something way too clearly. It’s clumsy, shameless, way too focused on this one wrong-but-right ship, and somehow that makes it hit harder than it should. I closed the tab once, then opened it again on Chrome because I wanted to replay that one corridor scene where he corners her and murmurs in her ear while she tries not to moan loud enough for teammates to hear. I’m not proud of that. But I’m also not going to pretend it didn’t happen.

This one feels like someone took a marriage counseling session, set it on fire, and then kept all the sex parts. You’re not playing some generic harem hero here, you’re the husband who keeps smiling while his stomach slowly knots up, watching his “perfect” wife get more and more curious about things that definitely weren’t in the church vows. The game doesn’t rush it. At first it’s just small stuff: lingering stares from guys with way too much confidence, “innocent” touches that go on one second too long, her laughing a bit too hard at some other dude’s joke. The humiliation is soft at the start, like background noise: a hand on her lower back, a “friendly” hug, the way you stand there pretending this is all fine while your brain screams. Then it escalates. Of course it does.

As an accessibility nerd, this VN made me swear at my screen more than once. Ren’Py can give pretty basic comfort tools, but here half of them feel like afterthought. Text size is okay, not great. On my Steam Deck I had to lean in to read some dialogue because the color contrast with certain backgrounds is trash. The settings are there, but it’s like the dev just dropped the default menu and went “yeah, good enough.” No simple high contrast mode, no bold option, skip settings a bit clumsy. Keyboard navigation technically works, but if you’re used to stuff like Twine projects that respect your tab key, this will annoy you. I spent like ten minutes trying to use just keyboard and finally said screw it and grabbed the mouse. On mobile Chrome, pinching to zoom is clunky with the UI frames. Also, who puts tiny tooltips on a porn game? I’m not here to squint at icons wondering what they do. On the other hand, the choice prompts are pretty clear visually, and at least the text is not super thin or weird fancy font. Very middle ground. Like they almost care about accessibility, then got horny and forgot.

Anyway, the actual meat of the story is all about NTR and corruption, and the game is not shy. If you’re one of those people who likes “soft NTR where nothing truly happens,” this is not that. The wife doesn’t just flirt; she slides into this world where monsters, “friends,” strangers, and guys who look like they walked out of a gym fetish subreddit all get their turn testing how far her halo can slip. There are big asses everywhere, and the art is honest about it. No delicate shy cheeks, more like “holy shit, that thing is a shelf” while hands grab and squeeze and spread. The monsters scenes are extra filthy because the dev really leans into the wrongness: size difference, claws on skin, that “I know I should stop but I can’t” face. Interracial stuff is front and center too, and the game really plays on that tension: the husband watching tall, hung guys claim what he thought was “his,” and he tries to cope like it’s one of those netorase fantasies where he’s in on it. Except he’s clearly not. He’s sweating, overthinking, pretending this is “for her pleasure” while the scenes are framed just enough to make you feel his fear of being replaced. Sometimes she asks him what he thinks, and the choices don’t let you magically stop the NTR. You just pick what flavor of helpless you want. It’s nasty, in the good way if your stomach likes that tight, sick, horny mix. Groping is constant: crowded tavern, carriage rides, “accidental” touches that become a full-on hand under her clothes. She resists less each time, and that slide into corruption feels believable, almost scary, like watching a friend you know slowly choose the worst option every time.

Playing it like a therapist is weirdly satisfying. You watch this dude rationalize his own cuckold fantasy into existence, then lose control of it. The UI could make that experience smoother for people with low vision or motor issues, but here we are. If you want to squeeze every filthy drop out of it, I suggest this: turn auto-forward on, slow it down a bit so you’re forced to sit with his pain, not just click through to the money shots; avoid skipping scenes, even if they feel “slow”; and when the wife starts enjoying other hands a little too much, don’t try to look away. Let the shame soak. That’s the whole point.

Christmas porn games usually feel like cheap tinsel, right? Bright, loud, gone in one click. This one is more like walking into a cozy cabin, then realizing the walls are padded for all the wrong reasons. You start with Bridgette doing that desperate housewife routine, all dressed up in a tight little Santa outfit that honestly looks more like she lost half of it on the way home. She’s trying to fix her boring, dead-bedroom marriage to Mark, this sweaty gamer husband who cares more about his screen than her actual pussy sitting five meters away. She wiggles into lingerie, does the “surprise honey” thing, and you can feel how awkward it is when he barely looks up. That part kind of hurt in a real way, actually. You get these little idle moments where she’s pacing the cabin, horny, annoyed, talking to herself, stripping layer by layer, and you’re just waiting for something to snap. And it does, but not how she planned. That crash downstairs? Total shift in mood. One second it’s silent-night sad, next second it’s “oh, fuck, we’re not in Hallmark land anymore”.

The fantasy kicks in fast after that, like the game suddenly rips off the cozy sweater and throws it in the fire. The dudes who show up feel like some fucked up mix of Santa’s helpers and home invasion crew, full-on male domination vibe from the first grab. There’s no romance, no slow build, just “you dressed like a slutty Santa, you’ll get used like one”. You don’t sit through long tutorials or any of that bullshit. One moment she’s arguing in her head about Mark, next moment she’s on her knees with a dick shoved in her mouth, mascara already wrecked, trying to talk and gagging instead. The 3D models sell it pretty well, honestly. Her body reacts, she twitches, you see the panic mix with that fucked up arousal the game leans into. Group scenes come in quick, like they all agreed the safe word is “not tonight” and then ignored it on purpose. You get those classic shots of her pinned on the table, Christmas lights half wrapped around her, one guy buried in her throat while another is pounding her bare pussy so hard the whole screen feels like it’s moving. Creampies are front and center: thick, messy, sometimes they don’t even pull out, just hold her hips down and fill her like she actually is that Christmas turkey. And then a third dude lines up. At some point there’s this ridiculous bit where they joke about stuffing her stockings and it made me laugh even while she was getting used like a toy.

What I liked is that it doesn’t pretend to be “nice”. There’s this dirty little grin in the whole thing, like the game knows it’s wrong and plays with it. The dark humor hits in weird moments, like Bridgette trying to keep some dignity while someone wipes cum off her cheek with a Santa hat. Or Mark still half-ignoring everything, headphones on, while in the other room his wife is choking on cock and taking hard vaginal pounding like a free Christmas bonus. Sometimes it’s hot as hell, sometimes it feels a bit too much, sometimes both at the same time. Gangbang setup is pretty straightforward but the details keep it fun: one guy smacking her ass red while another pulls her hair back so she has to look up while she’s getting used. Her moans change, there’s those little broken sounds when they push too deep or hold her too long on a cock, and you see the moment she just gives in and stops pretending she isn’t enjoying parts of it. They use her mouth, her pussy, talk about “ruining” her for her useless husband, and it kind of works too well. I do wish there was one tiny moment of slow sex just for contrast, but that’s never happening here. It stays rough, filthy, and group-focused from the first grab to the last sticky drip running out of her. Not subtle, not soft, just Christmas on hard mode.

Champion of I: Luxuria feels like someone mashed together a horny tabletop campaign, a twisted VN, and one of those old browser RPGs you secretly played in the school computer lab, then sprinkled futa demon dick on top just to see who flinches first. You play a male Guardian tossed into this trial continent thing, Eden, where every second NPC is either trying to kill you, fuck you, convert you to their weird cult, or some chaotic mix of all three. It’s fantasy, but not the comfy kind. More like “congrats, you survived the ambush, here’s a monster girl who wants to drain you dry through your cock” kind. And the game just looks at you like, well, what do you do now, genius. The whole thing runs as a sort of point and click story flow with turn based combat stapled into it, where you’re juggling stats, conditions and relationships while also trying to remember which character you promised anal to. Scenes swing pretty fast from tense combat to filthy sex, and sometimes both bleed into each other in this way that feels kinda wrong and kinda perfect for this setting.

The sex itself is not subtle at all. You get vaginal, oral, anal, futa on male, monster girls who are way too into your suffering, weird swinging situations where your supposed harem members are trading fluids like it’s a Discord server gone wild. There’s this one moment early where you “save” a monster girl and the game quietly checks if you’re the kind of degenerate who offers your ass as a thank you or if you play the noble hero and just, you know, fuck her normally. Later on, I ran into a futa priestess who basically turned a victory scene into a full on worship session around my cock, and the game let me either lean into the goddess of lust vibe or resist it and feel like an absolute idiot. The writing is talky, sometimes too dramatic, then suddenly drops a line that sounds like it was written by a horny shitposter on Reddit. I kinda love that, but also sometimes it reads like the dev wrote it at 3% brain battery while scrolling Twitter on another monitor. The combat is fine, sometimes actually brutal, with status effects that stick around and make the next sex scene hit different because your guy is exhausted, cursed, or literally marked by some chaos thing. There is a sandbox feel, lots of routes, lots of choices that don’t hold your hand, and yeah, you can absolutely screw yourself out of content by choosing badly without the game apologizing. It’s messy, thirsty, dark as hell, but in that way where you keep telling yourself “one more scene” while Discord pings stack up and you ignore them.

Cross Worlds looks pretty harmless on the surface. You’re just some burned‑out city guy who lands in a “better” version of his own life, right? Yeah, no. Give it ten minutes and you’re already neck‑deep in weird magic bullshit, hot monster girls, and this creeping sense that your brain is not fully your own anymore. The game plays like a dating sim had a messy one‑night stand with a fantasy adventure VN and forgot to use protection. You talk, you flirt, you poke around the town, poke around the guild, poke around the girls, and the game slowly teaches you that your emotions are basically weapons. Or toys. Depends how much of a bastard you want to be. One moment you’re just trying to figure out where the fuck the inn is, the next moment you realize you can nudge what a girl is feeling, just slightly, and suddenly she “decides” it’s fine to show a little more skin in public than she ever would. It starts with blushes and small favors, then you’re pushing them into situations where they’re half naked in crowded streets, pretending it’s normal and they’re totally fine, while you know damn well you twisted their mind just enough to enjoy it.

The mind control here is not in-your-face hypnosis with spirals and cheesy phrases, it’s more like emotional corruption dressed as “self‑discovery”. There’s this one scene where a monster girl adventurer is acting all proud and heroic, and if you play it right you slowly chip at that armor, turning her protective instinct into something hungry and needy, until she’s on her knees in a back alley, drool on her chin, stuffing your cock in her mouth like it’s some divine quest reward. She keeps glancing over her shoulder because people might walk by, and the game actually leans into that, letting you decide if you push her to keep going or let her cling to a bit of dignity. Spoiler: I did not let her. And the game kind of rewards you for being a dick. You feel the MC’s “force” inside him growing every time you cross that line, every time you turn a normal situation into something filthy. That healer girl who just wanted to help you? Turn her “healing checkup” into a full inspection where she ends up naked on the clinic table, legs spread, insisting it’s just part of the exam while her tits are practically spilling out and your hand is on her throat holding her still. She doesn’t even understand why her body reacts so hard to your touch, and you definitely don’t explain it to her.

What I like is that the game doesn’t scream at you “you are evil now”. It just quietly keeps track while you go from awkward newbie to a guy who can rearrange a woman’s priorities till sucking you off in some temple corner feels more important than her actual god. There’s a weird “hero ranking” thing going on, where the same powers you use to charm and control girls also make you rise in status in the city, so half the time you’re talking about quests and monsters, and the other half you’re arranging “training sessions” that magically end with some big tit warrior pinned against a wall, armor half transformed into something more revealing, her moaning loud enough that people outside probably hear everything. It has those slow-burn corruption scenes where a shy mage starts off covering herself even in casual clothes, then a few chapters later she walks around in something so tiny that if she bends over, the whole street gets a show. And she blushes, yeah, but she doesn’t stop, because you already rewired her to crave the eyes on her body. The fun part is when you catch yourself using the emotion options almost automatically, like opening Instagram without thinking. You tell yourself “I’ll play the nice route this time” then the game politely hands you a chance to push a girl just a bit further than last time, a little more public, a little more rough, and your finger just clicks it like, of course.

Intertwined feels like somebody smashed together a horny gay romance, creepy cosmic horror and furry body weirdness, then wrapped it in a visual novel that pretends to be gentle but keeps poking places you try not to think about. You play a guy who is very much not okay, walking around in this fantasy world that looks normal on the surface and then suddenly is not normal at all. The game never just goes “here is your route, pick your boyfriend.” Instead it keeps a quiet little score in the background with this devotion thing, and then later the story suddenly remembers that choice you made when you were half distracted scrolling Twitter and hits you with “oh you wanted this, remember?” That part actually got me to close Chrome on my phone a few times and stare at my ceiling, which is not what I usually expect from a porn game where I was mostly trying to see some cock and maybe a cute tail. The sex scenes are not thrown at you every five minutes, they sneak up on you when you are emotionally soft, after some death talk or some heavy trauma shit, and I kind of hated that and also loved it. One minute you are reading about someone’s wounds and the next you are watching two guys tear each other’s clothes off in a ruined temple like this is a therapy session with dicks out. The stripping is sometimes playful, like “oops my shirt fell,” but then you get stuff where you are forced to stand half naked in someplace you really should not, while monsters and maybe gods are watching, and that hits the exhibitionism nerve in a nasty good way. It is lewd, but sweaty, nervous-lewd, not “haha porn logic.”

I tried my best to skip combat or violence when possible, and the game actually lets you be that kind of soft idiot. You can avoid some fights by talking, flirting, or just choosing not to push people, which I appreciate, but then consequence bites you in the ass later because you did not grow the balls the story wanted you to grow. Bodies are not fixed here. One scene you are still just a scared human guy, later you wake up with claws, fur, or things under your skin that move wrong, and the text leans hard into that transformation horror. It is sexy and gross at the same time, like your own reflection is trying to seduce you while also whispering that you are not really you anymore. The furry stuff is not just “he has ears and a tail, please clap.” There is this slow, squirmy feeling of changing into something more wild, more dangerous, and sometimes that turns you on against your own will, which is fucked up in a way that works here. Some of the romance routes feel cozy and warm, with two guys just trying to hold each other together in a broken world, and then out of nowhere the story drops another mental breakdown or suicide memory and I suddenly wonder why I was jerking off five minutes earlier. The art is 2D and actually expressive, like faces change a lot, not just copy paste, but every now and then a hand looks a bit weird and it stuck in my head way more than it should. I kept poking the save slots like a maniac because the devotion system loves to lock scenes behind “you were not devoted enough” or “you were devoted to the wrong thing,” so there is this slightly toxic replay feeling where you go back just to see that one alternate sex scene with more skin and maybe more teeth. Best way to enjoy it? Play horny, but don’t rush the text. Let the quiet moments and the fucked up cosmic stuff marinate, then when the clothes finally come off, ride that scene for every dirty, uncomfortable, delicious second.