You wake up in a world that finally stopped killing itself with wars, and somehow it feels even weirder. No epic quest, no demon lord to stab, just this quiet, awkward peace and a hometown where people are falling into this slow, horny coma called Blissful Sleep. They look peaceful, but something is very wrong, and of course your own sister is hit by it, so you drag your ass back home. Daytime is all about pretending to be a normal adventurer who totally doesn’t get turned on by half the people in town. You plan routes, buy gear, manage your team like some horny version of a strategy RPG, but every little choice is secretly about who you want closer, who you tease, who you push into your orbit. There’s a priestess who talks about purity and then accidentally brushes your thigh a bit too long, a strict milf who pretends she’s only here to keep order but blushes like crazy when you actually flirt, and a monster girl with way too many sharp teeth who still somehow feels like the safest one to fall asleep next to. Text boxes look harmless until suddenly someone is on their knees and you’re trying to pretend you didn’t just click through a blowjob scene in two seconds by mistake because your hand slipped.

Night comes and the real shit starts. You drop into the dream world, and that place doesn’t care about your morals at all. It’s turn based, it’s dice, it’s numbers on the screen, but the fights feel dirty in a good way. Succubi taunt you mid combat, offering buffs if you “relax your guard” and let them sit on your face between turns. There’s this futa knight who shows up like some recurring miniboss, towering over you, cock already half hard, offering you a “truce” where she pins you down and uses your body as tribute. Lose to her too many times and you kinda stop being sure who’s dominating who, because yeah she’s the one fucking you, but you’re the one choosing to lean into it every time. The game lets you tongue-first your way through monster girls, slide into warm dream pussies, fill them until their bellies twitch, then throws you back into the daytime like nothing happened. Religion shows up twisted inside the dreams, holy symbols glowing while a pious girl wraps her tits around your shaft, whispering prayers while she milks you for another creampie in the name of “salvation”. You’re supposed to be solving the curse, finding the core of the Blissful Sleep, but some runs you just wander from event to event, pushing lust values, half-accidentally turning a kind woman into someone who begs strangers for cock in her dreams because you kept choosing the slightly more pervy option whenever it popped up. And somewhere in there, between a teasing handjob in the camp tent and a brutal futa-on-hero pegging session after a bad roll, you realize you’re not just exploring the dream world. It’s exploring you back.

Everyone in this twisted fantasy city is absolutely sure they know you already. The guards flinch when they see your face, the shopkeepers grip their charms, even the drunk guy pissing in the alley suddenly sobers up when you walk past. Problem is, you’re not actually the monster they executed some time ago… you just woke up in this body, with a dick, a pussy, and zero clue what the hell is going on. The game doesn’t waste time explaining anything gently. One minute you’re staring at your reflection, realizing you’re this infamous futa war criminal, the next minute a priest is trying to shove you against a wall and “purify” you while you’re half hard from the fear and confusion. It feels dirty in a way that is more psychological than just boobs in your face. People keep calling you by a name that isn’t yours, remembering crimes you didn’t do, and if you answer wrong, you die. So you start faking it. You learn how she used to move, how she talked, what sick shit she did to her victims. And then you get to decide if you copy it… or twist it into something even more fucked up.

This is one of those mobile-friendly, tap-with-one-hand games that pretends to be about “identity” and “redemption,” but let’s not lie, it is absolutely about jerking off to a cursed futa trying not to cum in public. The masturbation scenes are the real highlight. They go hard on the humiliation angle: you lock yourself in some crumbling tower room, your body remembers the old owner’s habits better than you do, and suddenly you’re grinding the rough stone edge of a window, cock leaking, clit throbbing, trying not to moan because there’s a patrol down below that would lose their shit if they heard the “dead witch” moaning again. The way the 3CDG-style scenes click through is oddly addicting: choose to edge, choose to give in, choose to stare out over the city that hates you while you stroke yourself and try to feel anything like a real person. Sometimes you can’t even tell if you’re masturbating because you want to, or because you’re trying to see what memories your body will spit out when it gets close to orgasm. Also, tiny rant: the text box sometimes covers the good part of the animation and you have to tap it away over and over, and I kept mis-tapping and skipping lines, which made me want to throw my phone, but yeah, I kept going anyway because the next scene had a virgin knight shaking while you force him to watch you slowly bring yourself off, explaining to him in detail exactly what “the monster” does to people who lie.

What I like is how horny and mean it gets without acting like it’s some big epic masterpiece. It’s messy. Sometimes a line sounds like it came from Google Translate, sometimes the pacing jumps from dark interrogation to “oops, time for a bath masturbation break” in two clicks. Weirdly, that made it feel more honest to me, like the dev was just throwing every dirty idea they had straight into the story and letting it clash. There’s this one early bit where a young priestess corners you in a temple archive, calling you a demon, clearly terrified, and you can just… sniff her hair and jerk yourself off with her rosary while she’s trapped under your weight, not even touching her directly, just using her fear and the holy beads to make yourself cum on the floor. That scene stuck with me longer than the more standard stuff, because it sells the main fantasy: the whole world is convinced you’re this executed monster, and the easiest way to survive is to start living up to the nightmare, one filthy, cum-soaked choice at a time.