You start as this demon kid who somehow survives a holy massacre and grows up surrounded by people who were supposed to kill him. Kind of awkward family photos situation. Years later he’s not a scared child anymore, he’s a full-on incubus with a body built for sin and a brain that alternates between “save the world” and “ruin that elf’s throat today”. The whole thing plays like a fantasy adventure where every few steps you’re either in a fight or getting dragged into something horny. One second you’re cutting down bandits, the next you’ve got a priestess on her knees, looking up with that messy ahegao face while she tries to chant a blessing with your cock in her mouth. Plot actually exists, which annoyed me at first because I just wanted to see tits, but then I caught myself caring about who betrays who and which kingdom burns, so yeah, it works.

Sex is very “you are the camera”, a lot of pov angles that feel like someone stole your Pornhub history and turned it into a quest line. There’s this knight milf who acts like your strict teacher, keeps calling you “boy” while she’s choking you with her thighs, and then in the next scene you’ve got her on her back, armor half torn off, huge tits bouncing as she begs for creampie “for the glory of the gods”. Totally not how religion works, but I’m not complaining. Sometimes you are the one in control, slamming some big-ass monster girl into the wall and fucking her brains out while she drools and squirts everywhere. Other times a demoness pins your wrists with one hand, plays with your cock with the other, and edges you until you want to punch your screen. There’s proper lesbian side stuff too, like two busty magic girls going at it with toys, riding each other’s faces while you just watch like a creep, then they “notice” you and suddenly you’re the third toy. And yeah, the horror angle is there in this weird way, like you sneak into corrupted temples where tentacled things whisper inside your head, but instead of eating you, they offer you power in exchange for watching them fuck captured adventurers. It sounds dark, but half the time you’re jerking off while some poor soul is taken apart by a slime girl who really likes anal.

Combat is surprisingly not trash. You actually pick skills, trigger superpower stuff, manage cooldowns, all that, while naked demon girls in the bestiary are waiting for you as “rewards”. Some fights end with you splitting skulls, some with you splitting pussies, it just depends on who’s on top that scene. There’s a moment where you punch a guy’s head off, blood everywhere, and two seconds later his witch lover is on your cock, crying and cursing you while riding you like she wants to break your hips. And then boom, romance hits you from nowhere: characters remember what you did, get jealous when you fuck others, tease you with slow handjobs instead of straight sex, even use footjobs as “punishment” if you broke a promise. Group scenes are wild: foursome in a ruined chapel, big tits and big asses all over the screen, your incubus dick going from mouth to pussy to ass to throat like it’s a timed puzzle. There’s a voyeur thing where you peek on a princess finger-fucking herself in the bath, moaning your name, and later you actually get to reenact that scene with her while her maid watches from the door and secretly rubs her feet against your cock. Animations are dirty in a good way, nothing too polished, hips don’t always line up perfect, but that roughness makes it feel more real, like some cursed hentai recording you weren’t meant to see. The only thing that annoyed me is how the text sometimes skips too fast when the sex gets really good and I miss a line where someone promises to let you fill every hole, and there’s no way to scroll that back exactly where I want. I’m still kinda mad about that and I keep forgetting to change the settings. Anyway, the whole thing is like if someone mashed up a dark fantasy RPG with a porn studio that really likes mixing pain, magic, and romance into one big sinful soup.

Clara’s “Love Hotel” feels like the place your horny brain built when you were fifteen and your wallet was already imagining sugar daddies. It’s not some classy high-society escort fantasy. It’s cheap perfume, sticky elevator buttons, and girls who still check their phone between clients. You follow a teen girl getting sucked into Clara’s world, going from “I’m just looking for some extra cash” to happily spreading her legs for whatever rich pervert books the suite. The whole thing plays like a kinetic visual novel where you’re mostly there to watch her brain rewire itself around money, cock, and control, with Clara pulling strings and smiling like a sexy devil in a tight dress. The story doesn’t rush. First it’s teasing and striptease in those themed rooms, girls grinding slowly while the client watches like a creep through tinted glass, then the jobs start getting nastier: anal for an extra wad of bills, creampies that drip out while Clara counts the cash, toys shoved in to keep the girl “ready” for the next guy. You barely make a choice, you just sit there like a voyeur, and somehow that fits the whole hotel vibe perfectly.

One moment that stuck in my head had the main girl lying on silk sheets while an older woman, a full-on milf type with that rich cougar aura, just toys with her for a client hidden behind the curtain. She whispers to the teen how she’s nothing but a fucktoy now, fingers deep, thumb circling her clit, and the hotel’s camera quietly recording every twitch for “private archives.” The girl pretends to be shy at first, but the game doesn’t keep that illusion long. By the time Clara pairs her with a calm, serious dilf businessman, she’s already the one pushing his cock inside, asking if he wants to finish in her ass or her pussy because “Clara gives bonuses for messy endings.” There’s a fun little moment where two lesbians working the same floor sneak into an empty room between clients, toys buzzing, tongue on tongue, and you realize they’re half doing it for pleasure and half to warm up before the next paying guest. The corruption doesn’t feel cartoonish, more like a slow slide where you watch the girl go from flinching at her first blowjob to riding a stranger like it’s just a normal shift. Some scenes lean more romantic, weirdly enough, especially when a regular client starts bringing gifts and treating her like his personal escort, and the game kind of pretends there’s “love” in a place that operates like a brothel. It’s messy, horny, sometimes sweet, sometimes nasty, and it never apologizes for treating every girl in that hotel as both employee and property, legs open on demand while Clara counts the profits with that lazy, satisfied smile.

The house feels too quiet when Sterling walks in, the kind of silence that sticks to your skin. There’s that smell - old wood, perfume, something faintly sinful like memories that never left. You can almost hear the ghosts of laughter and moans tangled in the walls. Everyone looks at him differently now, not as the kid who ran off, but as the man who came back with a pulse full of tension. The women in this game, they don’t waste time pretending innocence. The so-called mourning period lasts about five seconds before somebody’s hand is somewhere it shouldn’t be. It’s messy, funny, uncomfortable, and hot in that way only forbidden things are. Sometimes you’ll laugh because the dialogue’s ridiculous, sometimes you’ll forget to breathe because a scene just hits that filthy sweet spot between lust and shame.

What I liked most was how it never feels clean. There’s domination that borders on cruelty, soft moments ruined by sudden gropes, a futa scene that goes way harder than expected, and those “oops-I-shouldn’t-watch-this” voyeur bits that make you squirm. Even the humor has teeth; it’s not wink-wink-nudge-nudge but more like someone laughing right in the middle of an orgasm. The harem thing isn’t just numbers - it’s chaos management, trying to juggle jealousy and desire while every woman (and not only women) seems one breath away from breaking the furniture. And then there’s that weird ache when corruption sneaks in, when seduction turns into ownership and you realize you kind of wanted it that way. The sound design helps too: low voices, wet noises that feel too real through headphones, that small gasp when a boundary gets crossed.

It’s not perfect - some pacing’s off, and a few scenes feel like they forgot their own setup - but maybe that’s why it works. Like old VHS hentai, rough edges make it human. It doesn’t pretend to be classy, it just drags you down into the mess and dares you to call it art while your pants are still around your ankles.

You start as this washed-up ex-child actor in LA who peaked before puberty, which is already kinda hot in a fucked up way, because the game never lets you forget he’s a mess. He’s broke, clingy, horny, trying to squeeze fame out of a podcast that no one sane would listen to. The whole thing is built around this dumb but perfect idea: a sleazy “sex-adjacent” podcast with hot girls who are supposed to talk about clout and drama while low-key getting dragged into this spiral of blackmail, cheating, and public humiliation. It feels less like “build your dream harem” and more like “weaponize people’s trauma for clicks and pussy,” which I mean as a compliment, kinda. The humor is actually funny sometimes too, not that Marvel quip bullshit, more like “wow you really said that on camera?” nasty.

The girls are exactly the type you’d expect around a thirsty LA podcast setup: big tits, big ass, big mouth, tiny filter. They’re not just sex dolls though, they roast you, they tease you, they bully you, they drag you on your own show. One of my favorite bits is when you’re trying to keep two of them from absolutely destroying each other on the couch while you’re still rolling, and at the same time you’re trying to angle the conversation into “so, what’s your type in men?” so you can line up some pussy later. There’s a lot of femdom energy floating around, not in a leather-and-whip way, more like they know you’re desperate and they use it. Sexual harassment in both directions too, guys and girls just crossing lines like it’s a sport. One minute you’re getting a lapful of big ass during a fake “twerk contest for the fans”, next minute that same girl is using your fuck-up on stream to blackmail you into quietly helping her cheat on her dude. Or worse, she lets you fuck her and then laughs that she’s going to describe every second of it on TikTok as “content”.

The netorare stuff hits that specific dirty brain itch. It’s not just “oh no, my waifu is stolen”, it’s more like everybody is playing this clout game where loyalty is negotiable and sex is currency. You run into situations where another guy gets invited as a co-host or guest and suddenly he’s charming the girls on-air, touching their thighs while the camera “accidentally” stays too low, and your MC is forced to smile for the audience while his brain screams. There’s this one bit where you help set up a collab to boost your view count, and it slowly turns into you literally watching one of the girls slide closer to him on the couch, hand on his chest, and you can tell she’s deciding if she’s going to ride his dick later purely because it’ll piss you off and make better drama. The game leans into that, like “yeah, you wanted fame, here’s your girlfriend getting fucked for engagement numbers.” Or maybe she’s not your girlfriend. Or maybe she was, but only between ad reads. The sex itself can get surprisingly tender or straight-up nasty depending how you play it, from teasing strip moments during “body positivity talk” to full-on vaginal scenes that feel like you’re sneaking them past the algorithm. Half the time you’re trying to keep sponsors happy and the other half you’re wondering if that shadowy group pulling strings cares more about views or about watching you crumble while someone else makes your girl moan on a couch that smells like cheap perfume and broken promises.