Finley is this coyote DJ in my head, you know? He walks into a party already half hard and half guilty. The game feels like that: like scrolling late-night Spotify mood playlists while your partner sleeps in the next room and some horny little voice asks, "What if I just answered that one message?" You play as him, tangled between his sweet partner and a whole zoo of thirsty, flirty, too-close-for-comfort bodies. It looks like some soft anime furry dating sim at first, but it’s more like being stuck as the main track in a messy sex playlist you didn’t mean to make. One moment you’re cuddling and talking about feelings, the next you’re staring at some dude’s bulge in tight jeans and thinking, yeah, I’d swallow that, and the game just quietly waits for you to click.

The horny part lands hard, not in a cheap way, more in that "oh shit, I would actually do this if no one knew" kind of way. There’s slow teasing in chat, those little text boxes that feel almost too real, flirty photos, hints that could still be innocent if you lie to yourself. Then suddenly the camera lingers on a paw sliding under a waistband, a tongue tracing along a thigh, and the AI CG catches that exact look before someone gives in. Vaginal, oral, anal, it all shows up depending on how dirty you let things go, but it never feels like the scenes are just thrown in; they creep up on you. I had one route where I tried to stay faithful, really, and still ended up jerking off alone because the game keeps dangling temptation in front of you. Furry bodies pressed together, fur matted from sweat, muzzle buried between legs, cum on tongues, that whole thing. And when someone calls you "good boy" while you’re literally cheating, it hits like a bass drop in the middle of a slow track. Erotic as hell, but also kinda shitty in a way that feels… honest?

The corruption vibe is strong. Starts wholesome, just cuddles, smooches, some harmless voyeurism like peeking at your partner’s messages a bit too long. Then someone sends you a late-night pic, not fully nude, just enough outline to make your dick twitch, and you get that choice: lock your phone, or let your hand slide into your pants. Masturbation scenes feel like they came straight from Discord horny hours, that awkward "I shouldn’t be doing this but fuck it" breathing, lube noises, hand moving faster when a new notification hits. Sometimes you’re on your knees, muzzle full, listening to a lover you’re not supposed to have whisper how they like watching you choke. Sometimes you’re balls-deep in someone who definitely isn’t your partner, pounding them while thinking about how you’re going to lie later. The netorare angle is sneaky: you can be the one being stolen from, or the asshole doing the stealing, or both at once depends how you steer Finley. And the game lets you stay soft and romantic too, if you resist, but honestly the most powerful scenes are when you half-resist, when you kiss someone back then panic, or when you tell yourself "this is just flirting" right before your tongue is already between their legs. It’s messy, horny, kind of cruel sometimes, and that’s exactly why it sticks in your head like a track you’re ashamed to have on repeat.

Conrad starts as this kinda average guy who just wants to sell clothes and maybe touch some tits in peace, and the game immediately laughs at that idea. It throws him into this weird mix of family drama, horny tension and lowkey spooky shit hiding behind cute outfits. You play from his head, and it is a mess in there in a good way. One moment he is talking about fabrics and color palettes for the new store logo, next moment he is staring at his sister’s ass while she leans over the counter and he tries to pretend he cares about invoices. The game really leans on that “I should not want this, but I really, really do” incest vibe. She walks around the house in tiny tops, there is this one scene where she asks him to help measure her waist for some new stock and the tape just “accidentally” slides under her boobs. As a SFX addict, I went straight to listen for the tiny details and the way they put this little fabric rustle when her shirt lifts and that soft wet swallow when he tries to calm himself, that stuff is way more erotic than half of the moans later.

The possession angle is what makes it feel less like just another “hey sis, suck me” mobile thing. Conrad starts having this presence in his head that does not always talk, but it kind of pushes him. There is a moment in the shop basement, he is alone with his sister, arguing about a late delivery, and suddenly you get this choice to “relax” your control. You click it, the screen tint goes darker, and his hand just moves on its own and grabs her hip, fingers digging into her skin. She gasps, you hear that sharp inhale in your headphones, the little shaky breath after, and she doesn’t pull away right away. That pause is filthy. The possession makes all those groping scenes feel half innocent, half “I totally meant that”. Sometimes he resists and you get a sweet handjob scene where she is the one comforting him because he is “stressed”, sometimes you let the demon inside or whatever control him and suddenly that same scene goes way rougher, more like he pins her wrist and forces her to keep stroking. The wet sound design there is honestly illegal, I had to turn my phone volume down on the subway since it sounded like I had Pornhub autoplay in my pocket.

It is also kinda funny how the game pretends to be about a clothing store and fantasy destiny and all that, but the most intense moments are in small places. Him under the sewing table while she is on a phone call, her bare feet brushing his thigh, and that option to let the “force” slip into her instead. When that happens, her voice changes just a bit, like this softer, breathier tone, and she starts talking nastier without even noticing, twisting her words about “stock” and “orders” so it sounds like she is talking about cocks and orgasms. If you push it, you can jump full into possession and ride her body like a stolen car, taking control while Conrad watches from the back of his own skull. That leads to some really fucked up blowjob scenes where her eyes are empty but her mouth works like a pro, and the slurping audio is honestly disgusting and hot at the same time. I give this thing my very serious “Best Use of Demons To Justify Wanting To Fuck Your Sister” award. It is rough around the edges, some lines feel like Google Translate had a hangover, but maybe that is why it stuck with me. The world is kind of soft fantasy, but what really lives in my brain is that quiet moment when she whispers “big brother” and you can’t tell if it is really her or the thing inside. I wish there was less UI clicking for simple actions, but whatever, my thumb survived.

Art & Love feels like someone mashed a horny dating app with that one semester you pretended to care about “expressing yourself” in art class, then quietly used every excuse to stare at boobs. The setup is simple: you’re a dude at an art college, surrounded by students who are way too hot to be that stressed about homework. Half the time you’re pretending to focus on sketches and color theory, and the other half you’re trying not to get caught staring at an ass that basically has its own gravity. It’s very on the nose, but that’s kind of the charm. No fake epic destiny, no big fantasy world, just “here’s your campus, here’s a bunch of curvy girls, try not to bust in your pants in the first ten minutes.”

The thing that hit me first is how the game treats “everyday life.” That phrase usually means boring filler. Here it means walking into a studio and your classmate is already bent over the table, boobs pressed against the canvas because she’s “fixing the composition,” and your brain just shuts down. The animations do a lot of work in these scenes. When a girl leans in close and you can actually see her chest bounce as she adjusts her pose, or when your hand slides over a thigh in a half-accidental grope that doesn’t really look accidental, it sells the moment. Sometimes it feels almost too animated, like the dev got a new toy and refuses to chill. A girl shrugs and her tits move more than the rest of her body, like they’re trying to escape. It’s hot, but also kind of funny in a scuffed porn video way.

Where it gets interesting is the mix of romance and all the low-key harassment that just sort of “happens.” You’re not some silent saint. You grab, you stare, you “help adjust the pose” and your hands linger on big soft curves way longer than necessary. There’s a scene where you help a girl practice body painting in the empty classroom. She thinks you’re just drawing on her back, but your hands slide to her sides, then under her shirt, and she hesitates just a little before leaning into it. The camera lingers hard on her breathing and the way her ass presses into your lap. Then later that same girl might be sitting with you on a bench outside, talking about her stupid childhood dream of becoming a painter for kids books, and it weirdly works. You jerked off to her ten minutes ago and now you’re listening to her talk about brushes and Instagram algorithms like you’re on a normal date. Well. A normal date where you keep remembering how her tits looked squeezed against your hands and you can’t stop adjusting your pants.

There’s plenty of solo stuff too. Game really likes the “I came home from class and I can’t stop thinking about that one accidental grope” vibe. One scene has you in your dorm, phone on the bed, scrolling Pixiv, and you keep seeing art nudes and suddenly you’re replaying that moment of pressing up against a girl in the hallway. The MC just says screw it, drops pants, and it goes into a masturbation scene that actually feels connected to what happened earlier. He’s not just jerking it in a void, he’s replaying specific details. The way her hair smelled. The little shock when she didn’t pull away after your hand brushed against her breasts. And then a new message pops up from her while you’re mid-stroke, some innocent “hey, can you help me with my project tomorrow?” text, and it hits way filthier than it should. I laughed, then kept going.

Campus stuff is all over the place. Sometimes you walk into the workshop and it’s quiet, sunlight on the floor, girl sitting cross-legged on a stool in shorts that absolutely do not meet any dress code, and the scene plays like a soft romance moment. Other times you’re in a crowded hallway, trying to squeeze through, and “accidental” groping happens in a way that really isn’t accidental at all. You feel a big ass grind against you, she pretends to ignore it, then glances back with this tiny smirk. Those small beats land harder than the big in-your-face sex scenes, honestly. Even the dialogue has this slightly broken rhythm that reminded me of messaging on Telegram with someone horny who’s also tired from class. It’s rough in places, some lines sound like Google Translate lost a fight, but that kind of fits the whole vibe. Art & Love isn’t trying to be perfect. It’s more like that messy sketchbook the teacher would hate, full of half-finished drawings and big titted girls in the margins, except this time the sketchbook looks back at you and asks why your hand is still on her thigh.

Rumors always sound stupid until you are the one they whisper about. This game throws you into one of those sticky school legends, the “there is a satanic cult behind the gym” kind of bullshit, except you actually trip over the damn book they are using. Not a cute grimoire with sparkles, more like something that looks like it smells of old cum and candle smoke. You crack it open for a laugh, and the first thing it gives you is the power to make the class virgin blush so hard she almost creams herself in the middle of an “examination” scene where the teacher leans too close, her tits brushing your arm, and you realize the book is not just edgy goth decor. It lets you push people, twist their lust, nudge their fears, and at first you just use it for small shit: making your best friend text you late at night with “I had this weird dream, why were you watching me in the shower?” while you are literally watching him through some voyeur spell on your phone, zooming in like it is some cursed Pornhub live cam. The game plays like a mix of visual novel and sandbox, you wander around school halls, club rooms, that empty classroom behind the science lab where the “mystery club” girl hides her monster girl hentai doujins, and every choice you poke in the text gets a horny consequence ten minutes later. Sometimes it is just teasing, a milf teacher accidentally pressing her big ass on your desk while bending over the board, sometimes it turns into full on corruption, like you mark a shy futa class rep with a little symbol and next time you see her she is in the bathroom stall, stroking a throbbing cock that looks too heavy for her thin legs, biting her lip and mumbling your name.

The story pretends to be about this “evil power” and responsibility, but half the time I forgot the cult plot and just chased who I could break or save or both. You can go playful, using the book to make girls horny at the worst moments, like forcing a strict nurse to lactate during a routine health check, milk stains spreading on her white top while she clenches her thighs, then suddenly she is grabbing your hand and shoving it under her skirt, muttering how this is “for science.” Or you lean into full NTR stuff, using blackmail photos and the book’s little curse tricks to push a sweet romance into pure cheating. There is one brutal route where your “best friend” tries to confess to his crush under the cherry tree and you quietly tweak her feelings so she accepts, then later you drag her into a storage room and she is on her knees around your cock, choking and crying because she knows she is his, but the spell makes betrayal feel like a delicious punishment. The game loves mixing that hurt with the horny: a loyal girlfriend getting pounded by a big black cock you summoned from some “monster” page, your corrupted class rep in a gangbang bukkake scene with faceless students dripping on her glasses, the principal on her knees in the occult club room giving a sloppy oral exam as if it is normal curriculum. There is futa, femdom, crossdressing sissification stuff where the book flips your own body, giving you a fat futa dick for one route, soft tits in another, forcing you into a skirt while a female domination demon spanks you until you are hard just from the pain. One day you are fingering a shy monster girl by the pool during summer vacation, her tail curling around your wrist as she begs for creampie, the next you are watching a furry club president hump your enchanted sex toy in the empty gym. It is messy, horny, a bit mean, and the book never really feels safe; every time you use it to make someone moan louder in a titfuck or a footjob scene, there is that tiny line of text hinting that maybe the book is also rewriting you, turning a “regular student” into something closer to the cult freaks you laughed at in the first place.