Ian wakes up in that cramped room again, phone in hand, bored out of his skull, lockdown bullshit outside, and the house full of women who act like they own his balls. Mom glides around like a queen in yoga pants that should honestly be illegal, pretending everything is “normal”, while the sisters treat him like a chew toy: mocking his morning wood, “accidentally” walking in on him, throwing his dirty boxers at his face, laughing when he blushes. At first it’s the usual routine, him jerking off quietly with one earbud in, Pornhub on low brightness, trying not to make the bed squeak while the whole place is just heavy with frustration he can’t do anything about. Then that stupid news report flashes on the TV, the one that changes the mood of the house from “haha, you loser” to “oh, we can really do this now” in about two seconds. You can almost feel the air getting sticky after that, like the walls are listening.

The fun part is how fast everyone drops the fake innocence. Mom starts leaning over the table more, her tits basically falling out while she “asks” him to help around the house. She knows he is staring at her ass when she bends, you can see that tiny smirk on her lips when she pretends not to. One sister starts using his room as her private dressing cabin, standing there in panties that barely count as clothing, talking to him about useless TikTok drama while she’s pulling on tight jeans that can barely contain her ass, and sometimes she “forgets” to close the zipper. Another one just goes straight for his ego, calling him her “little pet,” sitting on his lap, grinding casually like it’s nothing, then shoving him away and laughing when he’s hard and desperate. The game lets you decide if Ian finally bites back or just sinks deeper. You can make him talk back, pin them down, grab their throats lightly while they roll their eyes and moan anyway, or you keep him as the humiliated toy that wipes their cum off the floor and thanks them for letting him taste it. It’s not soft at all when they decide to break him either, they bully him about his size, make him cum in his own underwear, force him to stay like that while they keep teasing. Sometimes the “jokes” go too far and the game just shrugs and keeps going, which honestly fits.

What really got me was how the house turns into this messy sandbox of power games. One evening you have Mom on the couch, drunk on wine, kind of needy, pulling his hand under her shirt and telling him he’s “such a good boy,” and you can go from that gentle milf worship to making her kneel on the floor and open her mouth because you’re tired of her acting like she’s in charge. The next day his sister corners him in the bathroom, locks the door, sits on the sink with her legs open and says “lick or I scream,” and if you play it submissive she’ll ride his face until he can’t breathe and snap a selfie with mascara running, using him like a sex toy. Or you flip it and make him grab her hips, eat her out just enough and then refuse to let her cum, walking away while she’s shaking and pissed. There’s a nasty humor running through the whole thing, little lines where they mock each other, highlight how fucked up the situation is, then just double down on it. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid meme reference during a blowjob, next moment you’re making the whole family kneel in front of the TV like some twisted worship scene, or you’re the one on your knees, jerking off while they compare his dick to guys on OnlyFans and rate him like a product. It’s all cramped rooms, soft couches, phone screens lighting up sweaty skin, masturbation in the shower while someone knocks on the door asking what’s taking so long. It feels like being locked in a porn fantasy that forgot where the line was supposed to be, and no one in that house is actually looking for it anyway.

You play a guy who has everything on paper and absolutely no control over his dick. Money, status, fancy place, whatever… but your cock only cares about four women who treat you like a chew toy. And not even a respected chew toy. The game really leans into that “you are property” vibe. Not in a fake way, in a “yeah, you’re going to say thank you for getting kicked in the balls” way. It’s built like a straightforward visual novel, but it feels more like a long research project into how far one brain can go with chastity, denial and humiliation before something important snaps. I tried to track all the paths in a Google Sheet, with flags for “got pegged,” “got locked,” “got called a good girl,” etc., and the sheet looks like a crime scene now. Which is good. Or terrible. I’m still deciding.

Each mistress hits a different corner of the masochist brain. One of them handles you like a bored accountant ticking tasks off a punishment list. Another one plays the sweet sadist, kisses your forehead, then sits on your face and uses you as breathing furniture while teasing that you’ll never cum again. There is a strict one that goes hard on chastity and denial, every line from her feels like you’re being downsized from man to toy, and the feminization route where she slowly swaps your clothes, then your pronouns, then your dignity. It’s not just “you wear panties now, lol.” There are full sequences of dressing you, posing you, forcing you to call yourself a sissy while she checks if you leak from the cage when she presses a plug inside you. The writing sometimes reads a bit clunky, but the tone is sharp enough that it doesn’t matter. Actually, the slightly broken English in some lines kind of fits, like your brain is glitching from too much edging.

The structure is simple at first, then turns into this maze of bad decisions. There are training sessions where you pick how obedient you act, and the game remembers. Choose to resist a bit, she might step harder on your chest and lock you longer. Choose full submission, you get called a good girl and humiliated in public. There are denial branches where you think “this has to be the time she lets me cum” and instead she wipes your pre off her boot on your lips and laughs. I had a spreadsheet formula trying to predict which choices open the harshest femdom scenes, and it still missed a couple of secret humiliation CGs because I was too obedient in the early scenes. That pissed me off more than anything. Also, the skip function sometimes jumps over a line I actually wanted to read, and now I will die angry about that. The game loves anal and feet and uses both as tools of control: you get pegged while locked, you lick sweat off heels after being forced to parade in a dress, you get told your dick is useless and your ass is what matters now. If you are into being reduced, feminized, used and laughed at by a small personal harem of cruel mistresses, this feels less like a “sexy story” and more like slow, statistical character assassination. In a good way. I think.

This thing absolutely feels like the result of someone horny, bored and a bit too obsessed with Harry Potter porn on Xvideos, in the best and worst way. You play a male wizard tossed back to some weird 70s version of magic school, and everything has that “almost familiar but off” vibe. It’s clearly Hogwarts but also legally not Hogwarts and that actually makes it hotter somehow. The school corridors are all quiet and soft lit, plenty of little corners where you can just stop and peek at stuff you’re not supposed to see. The first time I followed one witch after curfew, I was just clicking around for a random event and suddenly I’m spying through a keyhole while she’s practicing “magic focus” with a dildo the size of a wand, panting into a pillow. That voyeur moment hit harder than half the porn I have saved on my phone. And then the game acts like it’s your fault for watching too long. Which is accurate, honestly.

The teasing is where it really got me. It doesn’t rush right into sex unless you deliberately brute-force it. Witches will lean just a bit too close during classes, robes slip open a few pixels too far, they bend down to pick up books and the camera angle is just perfectly trashy. I liked how one girl pretends to be all strict and dominant, scolding you for not paying attention, then “punishes” you in a private tutoring session by making you kneel and focus while she slowly wraps her tits around your cock. No background music, just her breathing and a couple of quiet voice lines, and you can choose to either obey or grab her waist and break the mood. I picked obey, obviously. Or maybe not, now that I think back. Anyway the titfuck scene is surprisingly emotional for something that also made me pause my Spotify because it was getting distracting. The writing swings from horny jokes to soft romance to lowkey bullying in a way that feels like scrolling through Reddit gone wrong. One moment you’re testing some charm, next moment she’s using that spell to tie your hands magically while she rides you, talking trash in your ear, completely in charge. People looking for pure vanilla might complain, but honestly the femdom flavor fits the whole witch fantasy. The only thing that annoyed me is how sometimes you spend way too long clicking every shiny thing in a classroom just to trigger a single groping animation, and then it’s over in ten seconds. I still kept doing it. I hate myself a little for that.

The “sandbox” part is strange but kind of addictive. You wander around the school, poke at random magical crap, and every now and then you unlock a new scene or a tiny quest. There was this moment where I found a cursed mirror hidden behind some dusty curtains and instead of a jumpscare or something, it showed a witch undressing in another room in real time, touching herself with a wand between her legs while you choose to watch longer or back off. Of course I watched longer. It felt like one of those shitty porn pop-up ads made into an actual game mechanic. The parody humor hits and misses: some spell names are intentionally stupid, like a charm that “helps circulation” and is just an excuse for a handjob in the infirmary, with the nurse slowly stroking you while complaining about school regulations. The tone jumps around a lot. One witch is written like a proper romance route, with soft moments in the library, holding hands, kissing in the courtyard after class, then she surprises you with a blowjob under the table while a teacher is talking, trying not to laugh as you struggle to keep eye contact. Another witch is basically chaos with a wand, turning your clothes invisible in public, using toys on herself in the dorm while she forces you to stay on lookout at the door. I kept thinking I would get tired of the point and click parts, but then some little animated gesture or facial reaction would drag me right back in. It’s messy, horny, a bit broken in pacing, and the romance is twisted in that way where you end up wanting these girls to obsess over you forever. Which is probably not healthy, but alright.

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