Guy gets killed, goddess feels a bit too soft in the head that day, and suddenly he is respawned in a fantasy world where every moral rule is more suggestion than law. That is basically the frame here: second life, male protagonist, zero experience, gets dropped in a setting full of monster girls and very little clothing. The funny part is how the game pretends to be about “adventure” at first. You walk around, talk to NPCs, click through the usual quests, but after like ten minutes the real loop is clear: wander into some new area, meet some big tit demon girl or thick-ass elf, get railroaded into a situation where she either wants to own you, fuck you, or both. Often all three if you count mind control as a different category, which the game really, really does.

The tone is weird in a good way. The goddess at the start comes across like she is doing charity work, but the world she sends you to is completely horny and mean. You are supposed to be this clueless virgin hero, except half the “quests” end in your dick in someone’s mouth, tits, feet, or pussy. The first time a monster girl puts you on your back and titfucks you while talking about turning you into her personal slave, the game just casually tosses a little dialogue pop up like “Corruption +2” and moves on. No big lesson, no moral, just “yes, you liked that.” Later you hit a brothel with animated scenes where the camera actually spends time on hands jerking you off and heels pressing on your chest while she rides you. At one point you are being milked between thick thighs while the UI reminds you of some heroic main quest you are ignoring completely. I laughed, then clicked “repeat scene.”

What I keep circling back to is how the harem side and the cheating side bump into each other. The game absolutely encourages you to collect girls like Pokémon, but it also slaps “loyalty” on some of them, then gives you mind control tools and expects you not to push it. There is this one scene where your main “good girl” is waiting in a temple, talking about faith and destiny, and you are off in a cave letting a giant-ass lamia wrap you up and stroke you off with her tail, whispering that the goddess only revived you so her pets have something new to break. You get a vaginal scene with her later where she rides you into the ground, calls you her hero, then right after that the game gives a route to make her your obedient slave with a few clicks and a cursed item. It is hot, but also kind of nasty in how casual it treats that shift. And yeah, everyone is huge: big tits everywhere, asses that swallow your hips when they sit on you, animated loops that focus on the little things like toes rubbing your shaft before the footjob actually starts. My academic side wants to rant about power fantasies and consent politics in hentai fantasy worlds, but my horny side was just happy the transitions between scenes are fast and the MC actually talks like a guy losing his mind from constant sex rather than a stoic light novel zombie. If you want to squeeze something out of every spicy moment, best way is to take it slow on first run, say “yes” to the scenes that feel wrong, “no” to a few on purpose, then come back with a walkthrough later and break everyone properly.

You close your eyes in your boring bedroom and open them in the kind of fever dream only people who stayed too long on hentai subreddits would recognize. Floor’s not even yours. Gravity feels slightly drunk. There’s a catgirl kneeling on your chest like you’re furniture, tail flicking over your mouth while she argues with a floating robot about whether you count as “property” or “partner.” She’s wearing this half-assed cosplay mashup that looks like someone tried to mix maid uniform with battle gear and gave up halfway. She keeps “testing” your reactions. Fingers tracing your crotch through your pants, nails dragging just a bit too slow, telling the robot to record your pulse when she gropes you. She keeps saying it’s “for science” but she’s grinding on your thigh while she says it, so yeah. Science with nipple clamps and a collar.

The game plays like some horny sandbox dating sim that drank too much sci-fi and shonen anime. You wander a weird city that looks medieval if you squint, until a neon sign pops up over an elf brothel and ruins the illusion. There’s monster girls tending stalls and they all look at you like you’re a walking virgin buff. Some of them actually say it. Out loud. One big-titted cyclops girl literally bets you she can make you cum from a handjob without letting you thrust at all, and the game actually locks your inputs and makes you watch her smug face while she squeezes and strokes and slows down right before your bar hits full. She spits on your tip, smirks, denies you on purpose, and then asks if she can tag you as a “denied client” in her app. I swear it felt more humiliating than losing in ranked on Valorant.

What really messed with me was how often the world pretends sex is just another stat. There’s an elf matron who checks your “breeding potential” like she’s scanning a QR code, talks about your balls like they’re gear in an RPG, then drags you behind a curtain and mounts you slow, riding you raw while lecturing you on proper thrust rhythm. She keeps squeezing her pregnant belly against your stomach, milk leaking down on your chest, telling you this is your “future” if you keep signing slave contracts without reading them. Then, same game, you’re in a dirty alley watching two girls in cosplay dom gear spit on a chained-up maid and use her face for practice. One sits on her nose, the other pinches her nipples till she squirts all over the ground, and you don’t even get to join unless you agree to be collared too. The childhood friend with the short hair finds out later, pins you in the wrestling ring, sits on your face and rubs herself all over your mouth while punching your stomach lightly every time you try to breathe, calling you a perv and making you say whose slave you want to be. She keeps pretending she’ll let you cum if you answer “correct,” then pulls away right when you’re twitching, laughing in that half-cruel, half-affectionate way that makes your brain melt.

Group scenes happen so casually it almost feels wrong. You walk into a bathhouse and suddenly there’s a harem of different races arguing over who gets your cock first. One girl wants anal, one wants your mouth, one just wants to milk you with her tits. They line you up, use your body like a shared toy, switch places without asking, and the camera just lingers on wet skin, dripping cum, drooling mouths. A robot hovers overhead and records everything for “research,” again, but secretly you find that same recording in your room later and, yeah, you end up jerking off to your own humiliation. Sometimes the game makes you just watch. A lesbian dom scene behind a glass wall, another girl getting spanked till her ass glows red, then shoved full of a dildo while she cries and smiles at the same time. You can’t help. You can only stare. And worse, the UI tracks how long you watched, and some characters tease you about it later like they saw your browser history. Not gonna lie, some of the animated ahegao faces look stupid as hell, tongues flopping like broken gifs, but then one of them starts squirting on your abs while begging for more and your brain just forgives everything.

I kept wishing they’d at least let me change one stupid tiny thing, like that ugly default collar you get tagged with in the early slave arc, but no, it stays in every sex scene for hours, mocking you quietly. You go from shy virgin to the guy who’s creampied an orc, an elf, a catgirl, and something with too many tentacles, and still that same cheap collar sits on your neck, reminding you you’re never fully in control here. It’s messy, horny, mean, sometimes sweet by accident, like when the pregnant catgirl curls around you in bed, leaking milk on your chest and purring while you lazily finger her and she tries not to moan too loud. Then she ruins the moment, calls the robot, and asks it to replay earlier footage of you getting pegged so she can laugh at your face while you cum again inside her. This whole world feels like that: one long, sweaty joke on you that somehow keeps you hard anyway.

Prince Aetrian looks like one of those guys who has everything. Soft bed, soft clothes, soft hands that never touched anything rougher than a book or Jarrod’s hair. He’s the golden boy of Eldrark, raised on fancy rules and “proper duty” and all that royal crap, and he’s already accepted that one day he’s going to wear the crown and play the perfect ruler. The funny part is, the one thing that really matters to him isn’t the crown at all, it’s his servant. Jarrod. The guy who follows him around, cleans up his mess, knows exactly how he looks when he’s angry, or horny, or scared, and still calls him “my prince” like it means something private. The game just throws you into their little bubble of comfort, then casually says, nah, fuck that, we’re changing everything now, hope you’re attached to this world, because it’s about to twist.

The whole thing is a kinetic novel so you’re not here to “min-max routes” or whatever, you’re basically sitting in the back of their heads while shit happens to them. It’s short, so the story hits fast. One moment Aetrian is passing as the obedient royal son who tries really hard not to stare too long at his own servant’s chest when he’s changing clothes, next moment he’s stuck in a situation where pretending not to be in love with Jarrod makes absolutely no sense. There’s this quiet scene where Aetrian is supposed to be studying and Jarrod is nearby, pretending to dust shelves, and the sexual tension is like, thick, and stupid. Aetrian fingers the edge of a page like he wants it to be skin instead, and Jarrod is carefully avoiding eye contact, but you can tell he’s memorized every inch of the prince’s body under those layers. When it finally slips from long looks and careful touches into actual hands on skin, it feels messy and honest, not like porn logic. You get slow, teasing strokes, the kind of handjob where one of them is trying to stay quiet because there’s a door not far away and someone could walk in. There’s a point where Aetrian bites down hard on his own knuckles while Jarrod jerks him off, trying not to moan his name too loud, and I swear I could feel that nervous, needy energy in my own throat. The first time Aetrian pushes in and doesn’t pull out, it’s not some grand declaration, it’s more like, “I can’t let you go, not anywhere, not even out of my body,” and yeah, the creampie is more emotional than it has any right to be in a furry fantasy story.

What I really liked is that their relationship actually feels queer in a good way, not some fake “no homo” fake-out. It’s two guys who know exactly what they’re risking by wanting each other and they still do it. You get those tiny moments where Jarrod’s hand lingers on Aetrian’s shoulder a bit too long, where Aetrian watches the way Jarrod’s tail moves when he’s nervous, and it’s not joked away. It’s romantic and horny at the same time, like, “I want to fuck you, but also I’d die if anything happened to you,” and both are true in the same breath. The world itself feels like it has depth without shoving lore down your throat. Names of other places and stories pop up and you just feel like, okay, this kingdom has history, there are other tales happening in the background, but right now, in this story, it’s just these two idiots trying to hold onto each other while fate yanks the rug. I kind of wish there was one more scene of them just being dumb and domestic after everything explodes, like Aetrian trying to make breakfast and failing while Jarrod laughs, but that’s probably not happening. The art has that soft 2D style that fits the mood, not super glossy, not ugly either, just cozy in a slightly awkward way, like a sketchbook that got horny and sentimental at the same time. The only thing that pissed me off is that one outfit Aetrian wears that looks like it’d take ten minutes just to unbutton before you can even touch his chest properly, and they never bother to change it. If you go in hoping to spam choices, you’ll be disappointed, but if you just let the story wash over you and enjoy every stolen look, every shaky breath, every sticky, possessive finish that says “you’re mine,” it’s a pretty sweet, filthy little fantasy to get lost in for a while.

This one feels like when you open some “serious dark fantasy” game and then five minutes later you’re already horny and slightly ashamed of yourself. World is all holy banners, burned-out elves, humans acting like they’re the main character of the universe, big church, big lies, big tits. You crawl up from this underground life with daddy’s weird letter in your hand, expecting some standard inheritance drama, and instead you crash straight into a mess of hungry women, twisted faith and way too many chances to get your dick in trouble. The whole thing plays like a sandbox confession booth where every “amen” is followed by someone on their knees for a completely different reason.

What I like is how it pretends to be all story-first, serious business, and then the game just keeps finding excuses to put soft bodies right in your face. Older women with that tired saint smile who drop it the moment you touch their thigh, smug church girls who look pure until they’re wrapping their lips around you, guards’ wives who are sooo loyal until you catch them alone and start groping them from behind. There’s this one scene in a cramped side street near the Holy Capital walls where a mature nun pushes you against a wall and mutters something about “testing your purity,” then drops to her knees and gives you the sloppiest oral, drool everywhere, and the camera angle is tight on her cheeks bouncing as she goes faster. I actually paused Netflix on my second monitor because it was distracting from her sucking you off. That kind of night.

Sex here is not gentle. Like, yeah, you can tease, there’s slow foreplay, some voyeur moments where you hide in the shadows and watch two “holy” women comforting each other a little too much while you stroke yourself, but when you finally take one of them, the game wants you to really pound. Big asses that ripple when you hit from behind, tits pushed together for a sticky titjob, creampies that stay there and stare at you. One of the best bits for me was a roleplay scene where a high-ranking woman pretends to be your prisoner from the old elf war, begs for mercy, and then begs for your cock. It’s so wrong in lore terms and somehow that makes it hotter. The harem angle sort of creeps up naturally: you come “home,” every woman you meet has some secret tension with you, and next thing you know you’ve got a jealous mature lady riding you in your childhood room while another girl watches from the door, touching herself and pretending she’s not. All this on top of a dark story about faith, violence, cheating, and a hero who solves family mysteries with his dick almost as much as with his brain. Honestly, it shouldn’t work. It absolutely does.