Thanksgiving in this game feels like somebody spiked the gravy with lust potion and forgot to tell the hostess. You’re dropped in as this cocky asshole of an adventurer who’s supposed to help with a “magical feast,” but honestly you spend more time buried between thighs than near an oven. One moment you’re picking herbs in a sparkly forest, next moment a fairy with tits bigger than her head is straddling your face, teasing you with her wings and rubbing against your nose while she pretends you’re “just helping with pollen.” Yeah, sure. The point and click stuff is actually kinda nice on mobile, just tapping around, poking things, accidentally triggering voyeur scenes because you clicked the wrong bush and now you’re spying on a milf witch masturbating with a glowing wand that hums louder the closer she gets. She keeps moaning about needing “ingredients” while she’s grinding that wand over her clit, and your dude just hides like some pervy little goblin, rock hard, not even pretending he’s there for noble reasons.

The crazy part is how they mix silly humor with really filthy content. You’re chatting with a demon girl about stuffing turkeys, and two clicks later she’s talking about stuffing your ass instead, then shoving you onto a stone table and riding you like she’s trying to break your spine. She has these slight monster girl vibes, horns and tail, curling that tail around your throat while she bounces on your cock, big ass slapping against your hips. She calls it “ritual bonding,” but it’s just her making you cum three times while you beg her to slow down. Sometimes the sandbox exploration feels a little too open and I got lost in some enchanted village, wandering around tapping random doors until I ended up peeking through a window and seeing an aunt-like milf bent over the table, giant tits hanging, getting throat-fucked by some faceless spirit. You can choose to walk away, but of course I stayed, watching, hand slowly stroking under my clothes like some horny loser. I liked that the game just lets you be that creep without judging. The turn based combat is almost a joke, half the enemies are sexy ninjas or demon maids, and half of their attacks are teasing moves. One dark ninja girl pins you down as a “stun,” sits on your chest and makes you lick her through her tight outfit until your stamina drops, then you finish the fight by using some ridiculous superpower that blasts her clothes off and leaves her kneeling, panting, begging for your “mercy.” You can deny her or pull her hair and use her mouth, and the animation when she chokes on your cock, tears in her eyes, is surprisingly hot for something that also has slapstick moments with talking turkey legs. It feels like a horny fever dream cooked by a Disney fan who watched way too much hentai, and I kind of hate how much it worked on me.

Stellar Dream feels like someone mashed a horny space opera with a messy dating sim and then just let it ferment. You’re the guy stuck on this huge colony ship in the middle of nowhere, supposed to be the responsible scout wrangler, but it takes about ten minutes before “mission” turns into “how many people on this ship want to use me as a toy.” In a good way. Mostly. The tone jumps from sci-fi mystery to “oops I just got a handjob in a corridor” so fast it almost feels like old-school Ren’Py stuff people passed around on shady forums. One minute you’re in a briefing talking about lost scouting parties and damaged comms, next minute your commanding officer with Milf Energy is leaning way too close, tits almost spilling out, asking why your discipline stats are higher than your charm. You try to focus on the quest log, then she quietly locks the door and pushes you into the chair and suddenly the mission is her riding you until her stockings are a mess. Of course that’s the “serious professional” route. The casual one is worse.

What really got me is how the ship starts feeling like a floating red-light district without ever actually saying it out loud. You walk into the mess hall “by accident” at the wrong rotation and it’s not just food they’re trading; some crew basically turns prostitution into a side hustle, and your stats decide if you end up paying, being paid, or getting blackmailed into free service. There’s this one scene where a big ass alien milf in a tight uniform you barely earned trust with tells you she “studied human mating rituals” and halfway through oral she just stops to ask if groping is considered a greeting on Earth. I laughed so hard my Spotify playlist looped the same track three times, but I still clicked “Yes, sure, totally normal.” The corruption stuff creeps up on you. At first you’re trying to be a noble hero, pick the “romance” options in dialogues, go for cute kisses and normal vaginal sex, and two in-game days later you’re casually asking a futa officer from engineering if she can help you “relax” before a landing because her cock bulge has been distracting you for three scenes straight. I wish they’d tone down the stat grinding, but they won’t and honestly I still kept chasing that one scene where the prim science milf pretends she hates you, then pins you to the lab table, spits on your dick and jerks you off while lecturing you on alien DNA. There is a creampie ending with her that feels almost too romantic, considering five minutes before she threatened to throw you in an airlock. And yeah, the incest subplot sneaks in like a bad idea on Telegram at midnight: you swear you’re not going to touch it, then your “close relative” shows up in a tight suit, calls you by that nickname only old fans of the dev’s previous games will recognize, hugs you a bit too long, and suddenly your moral compass goes out the window. The animation is simple but nasty in the right way, tits bouncing, drool strings during oral, cum dripping out lazily after you pull out. There’s this titfuck scene where the camera just stays too long on the slow glide of her big soft breasts around your shaft, and you forget the whole “save the scouts, secure a planet” thing exists at all. Anyway, I still don’t know why the inventory has that one useless item that never does anything and it annoys me every time I see it sitting there, but whatever. Space is horny, people are worse, and this ship is absolutely not fit for respectable colonization.

Janna here starts as that squeaky clean wind priestess you kinda remember from League, all shiny, polite, acting like she’s allergic to bad words. Game laughs at that fast. You’re basically the invisible perv voice in her head, poking her into “adventure” choices that look innocent on the surface and then slide into total corruption. One moment it’s “help this villager, Janna, you’re a good girl”, ten minutes later you’re watching her give a nervous footjob because you told her it was some weird healing ritual. It’s not subtle. It’s also kinda funny in a trashy way, like those old Flash games where the dialogue tries to be serious and then a stupid pun about toes comes in and ruins the whole scene.

The fun part for me is actually poking the route to see how far you can push her before she stops pretending she’s shy. There are options that feel safe, like “pray for guidance”, and if you pick that every time she stays more or less vanilla, touching herself at night, getting flustered by other girls, all that soft stuff. You stop doing that and choose the dumb horny answers, suddenly she’s sneaking off to “meditate” and you’re watching her fingers get way too busy. There’s a slow-burn lesbian angle that turns into full-on obsession if you keep picking the flirty responses with the right NPC. First it’s accidental skin contact, then the classic “we’re just helping each other relax”, then she’s on her knees with her tongue between a girl’s thighs like it’s the only religion that ever mattered. I actually missed one tiny dialogue branch and had to replay just to unlock a specific scene where Janna gets her face sat on. Felt like speedrunning shame.

If you like feet, the game is weirdly committed. Her feet are practically their own characters. People keep commenting on them, worshipping them, begging to lick them. You can have Janna pretend she’s just “testing her charm” while she rubs some poor idiot’s cock under the table with her soft, clean toes, and the text really leans into every little detail. Toes curling, soles pressing, cum shooting all over her ankles while she acts shocked, then curious, then hungry for more. Later on, once she’s more corrupted, she actually uses her feet as bait. Stuff like “oops, I dropped something, can you help?” and then your camera, your focus, the whole scene just lives on her legs and ass while she touches herself. Anal content creeps in as part of the corruption path too, not forced, more like “well, I already did everything else, what’s one more hole?” and suddenly she’s pushing a slick finger in her own ass while moaning into another girl’s mouth. It’s filthy and also kind of hilarious, because the game still pretends this started as a noble quest. Story in general is light, a bit all over the place, but I didn’t really care, I was hunting down every single lewd variation like an idiot, going “okay, if I pick this dumb joke answer, do I get the masturbation-in-the-bath scene or does that skip straight to foot worship again?” It feels like a horny puzzle where the prize is watching this once-innocent wind goddess turn into a total lesbian corruption slut who uses her feet, tongue and ass like they’re magic spells.

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.