Jake is that kind of protagonist who looks normal at first and then you realize his whole life is basically horny paranormal chaos. Fresh grad, new big city, living with his brother, trying to be a decent guy, except there is literal Lust crawling around in his head and whispering “hey, what if you just… tweak that girl’s brain a little.” The game throws you right into that vibe where half the time you’re flirting on campus or at some shitty coffee place, and the other half you’re staring at some hellish demon with way too many teeth and tentacles, while still thinking “ok but can I fuck it?” You can go soft and romantic, like just dating, cuddling, slow handjob under the blanket, or you just slide full corruption route and start bending people’s minds, turning them into sex toys that smile at you while they swallow. It lets you pick how deep you go into that darkness, and it actually feels like a choice, not some fake menu flavor.

The Lust power is the real pervert engine here. You poke around in people’s heads and the game rewards you with those “Dreams” scenes, like detached little realities where you basically peek out through someone else’s eyes. One moment you’re the brother, jerking off alone because you’re jealous of Jake’s success. Next you’re stuck in a nightmare party where half the guests have glowing eyes and the other half are on their knees, mouths full, moaning stuff they’d never say when awake. Fucking weird in a good way. There’s all sorts of kinks layered in quietly. Group scenes where control slips and now there’s three bodies sweating on top of you, you have no idea whose hand is where, just tongues and wet sounds and someone begging for anal like it’s the only thing keeping them alive. Normal “dating sim” stuff sits right next to “oh cool, demon tentacle is rearranging my inside, guess that’s Tuesday now.” You can build yourself like an RPG nerd too, pumping stats so your mind control hits harder, or so you don’t get your ass kicked when some paranormal freak decides you’re on the menu. Combat’s there, but the real fights feel like they’re inside people’s minds, watching them crack, seeing a sweet shy girl slowly transform into a needy cock-hungry mess because you kept nudging her thoughts in the wrong direction. Also, small thing but it annoyed the shit out of me: the way some scenes cut off right when you want one more thrust, one more frame, like the game is edging you on purpose and then pretending it didn’t. But then you get another scene where Jake is spit-roasting someone with a demon, or waking up sticky after a furry centaur nightmare, or giving sloppy oral in some filthy alley while ghosts watch, and you kinda forgive it without even meaning to.

You wake up as this so-called “scientist” in a lab that feels more like a horny underground bunker than anything from real science. Outside, the world is going to shit because humans are freaking out over furries, anti-furry mobs hunting them like they’re monsters, and you just decide, yeah, I’ll make my lab a shelter. Not out of kindness, of course. You take them in, Nicole, Diane, random fox girls with tits bigger than their moral compass, Amy Rose walking in like she owns the place, and every single one arrives with some excuse and some trauma. You nod, pretend to be the serious researcher, and then the “tests” start. It feels very wrong in the right way. You watch them through cameras, through glass, pretending you’re checking their vitals while you zoom in on tits bouncing when they masturbate because they think nobody’s looking. Half the interface is just you picking where to look, where to put them, what to make them wear, and I keep thinking “why the fuck is the font so small on these menus” while at the same time, my dick is doing happy jumps. Priorities, right.

Then there is that weird paranoia mechanic with anti-furries sneaking in with “realistic” fursuits, trying to pass as the real thing. It actually makes you look at bodies more carefully, which is kinda hot and kinda creepy. You’re judging every curve, every tail, every ear twitch, wondering if she’s a real fox girl with soft fur and big ass ready to take a creampie, or some asshole in a suit waiting to stab your guests. One scene stuck in my head: Nicole in the shower room, steam covering most of her, only outline of those huge tits and ass visible, and suddenly a small UI popup appears right on her thigh, blocking the exact spot you want to see. Like, who designed that placement? Who hurt you? You also get oral scenes where your choices earlier decide if she does it willingly, shy and playful, or after you pushed her into more rough male domination stuff, like hand on her head, drool all over your cock, her eyes looking up in that “I’m pretending to hate it” way. It makes everything very personal, but sometimes the game then dumps a chunky text box in the middle of the blowjob like a boring visual novel, and I just want a simple toggle in options to hide that trash.

Accessibility wise, yeah, this thing needs work. No separate text scaling, no colorblind consideration, tiny checkboxes that look like they’ve been drawn by SCP‑1471 in a hangover mood. You can’t rebind half the keys, and for someone like me who plays one-handed more often than not, that’s annoying as hell. There is an exhibitionism angle where you purposely send your furry girl out into semi-open corridors, cameras everywhere, other characters walking by pretending not to stare while she “tests” a toy on a bench, legs spread, pussy dripping, and the game actually plays with voyeurism quite nicely. You stand in the control room, watching multiple screens, swapping between a fox girl giving you a lazy handjob on your lap and another character being sexually harassed in a corridor by an anti-furry who slipped through. Part of me wants better UI contrast, bigger subtitles, proper audio sliders that don’t hide in some random submenu. Part of me doesn’t care at all when Diane is on her knees, lipstick ruined, your cum leaking from her mouth after a forced deepthroat, while alarms flash in the background about a security breach you never check because, well, porn. The dystopian war outside becomes just noise, a kind of excuse so you can keep dragging scared but horny furries into “safe” rooms and use them however you marked them in your logbook. I still hate that little notification sound it makes every single time a new event pops up, though. Never found the toggle for that. Still bothers me.

Horny little passion project about Loona? Yeah, that’s exactly what this feels like. It’s scrappy, kinda messy, and honestly that’s what I liked first. You start with this broke-ass medical student vibe, trying to pay rent in hell while babysitting Loona’s libido that went totally off the rails because her boss’s bullshit stress. It’s not some super polished corporate porn, it’s more like something a desperate perv coded instead of studying, which hits home for me because I’ve literally sat on Chaturbate with ten open tabs of half-finished stuff and one working toy. Same energy.

You click through scenes like a normal visual novel, but there’s this arousal level thing that keeps creeping up. At level one she’s already spicy, talking rough, tail swaying, giving you those “I’m pretending to be annoyed but I’m dripping” looks. Then, as you push her buttons with your choices and grind through the work week, the game lets you peek behind that bitchy facade more and more. High arousal turns her from snappy goth wolf into “if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to hump the damn couch” and it goes hard on that. There’s a blowjob scene where she pretends it’s no big deal, eyes half-lidded, drool on the shaft, and the dialogue still sounds like she’s roasting you. That mix of insult and need is nice. I mean, annoying. No, nice. I don’t know.

Rent mechanic is simple but kinda mean in a hot way. You go pick shitty jobs in hell to sc*** enough cash or you’re screwed. Sometimes you think “ok, I’ll just spam the easy one for quick money” and then you realize you missed a chance to hang out with her in some sleazy side location and unlock a new scene. Sucks. The game never pauses to explain everything like you’re stupid, it just throws you into choices: work here, flirt there, push her, back off, risk a bad ending or chase the good one where she’s actually… almost sweet? I say almost because she still talks like she wants to choke you with your own dick. In one path she blows you in this cramped room, still half dressed in one of the costumes, and you can see her piercings catching the light. The piercings and outfits are a whole other kink buffet. You’ve got a handful of costumes and extra clothes that don’t fit neatly into a set, so she occasionally shows up wearing some mismatched look that feels like she got dressed in someone else’s room. That’s hot in a trashy Tumblr way.

The costumes aren’t interactive like crazy, but they absolutely change the mood of the scene. One moment she’s slutty receptionist, next she looks like she just walked out of a club where everyone’s on something sticky. I kept expecting one more toggle like “ok now remove just this” and it’s not there, which annoyed me way more than it should. Like, you gave me piercings, now let me obsess over them. Still, some of the best bits are how her attitude shifts depending on how worked up she is. Quiet panting, eye-roll sex, full-on desperate grinding, all built off the same character, not some generic copy-paste model. It actually reminded me of when guys in chat tip like 2 dollars and expect a full custom show, but instead of me getting tired, the game makes *her* the one who’s like “fine, you want more? Then you better earn it.” It feels dirty and personal, while the story pretends to be about “paying rent” like that’s the point at all.

You’re this so-called genius cultivator student who absolutely did not ask to be dropped in the middle of a collapsing multiverse, but here you are, with way too much power, a dick that gets you in trouble, and a mentor who looks like he could punch a planet in half and then go back to meditating. The whole thing feels like someone smashed together a Wuxia power fantasy, cyberpunk neon porn, and those old-school space harems where every woman is absurdly hot and also probably able to crush you with one thigh. Which, by the way, happens at one point, and it’s animated enough that you kinda feel it in your ribs. You’re chasing your lost heritage, talking about Dao and cultivation realms, but every “breakthrough” ends up with you buried in some monster girl’s tits or pinned against a glass wall by a smug cyber-elf with glowing tattoos and a strap-on that hums like a starship engine.

The game swings really fast between serious “save the universe” stakes and “ok, now watch this tiger-eared general with a huge ass ride your virgin protagonist until he can’t breathe.” There’s this early scene where your battle group of women, all completely different flavors of dangerous, argue about tactics. It starts like classic sci-fi war room talk, then one of the twins just casually drops “We should test his endurance again, he almost fainted during the triple-oral training,” and nobody blinks. You end up on your knees in some high-tech cultivation chamber, three girls using you like a living toy while their auras clash and glow all around you, neon lines tracing over their skin, tails swishing, cybernetic implants pulsing, and they complain about your technique like it’s just drilling homework on Discord. The MC is technically this unstoppable prodigy, but half the time he’s getting blindfolded, tied up with glowing restraints that react to his spiritual energy, and used as a focus tool while the girls fight off monsters in the next room, dripping back into the scene covered in ichor and sweat and then grinding on his face like it’s part of the ritual.

Sex scenes feel less like “reward for quest” and more like a twisted part of the cultivation path. Need to unlock a new superpower? Fine, time for a group session with the twins and the stoic swordswoman where they edge you with toys that look like ancient artifacts, talk about meridians and energy flow while you’re balls deep in a fox-girl who purrs and claws the floor, then they time your orgasm to a cosmic event outside the window. There’s a cyberpunk city arc where you chase a lead on the Cursed God, and instead of subtle detective work, you end up in an underground BDSM club run by a furry empress in a latex qipao who uses your cock as “payment” for information, testing you with shock-collars and breathplay while rain hits the neon glass. One moment you’re trading philosophical bullshit on destiny, the next you’re getting deepthroated by a monster girl with bioluminescent tongue rings who swallows you to the base and then opens a portal with her free hand like it’s nothing. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s obsessed with big tits, big asses, swallowing, creampies that actually matter for the plot, and that weird tension where your “battle group” is supposed to protect the universe but keeps ending up covered in your cum, arguing over who gets to be your main wife while a god eats galaxies in the background.