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.

Samantha shows up in this rotten city like she walked out of some half-forgotten cyberpunk fanfic and then someone spilled porn all over the manuscript. She is “the fixer”, sure, but half the time it feels like the city is fixing her instead, grinding her down with every job, every favor, every late-night “meeting” with someone who has too much power and not enough morals. The game throws you into Blaston, this polluted, hungry place where everyone wants something from her body first and her brains second. One moment you are discussing sabotage in a factory office, pretending you care about output numbers, and five minutes later the foreman has her bent over the desk, still trying to finish the dialogue options while his absurdly huge cock is already pushing in. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, especially when you realize her choices earlier made this exact humiliation possible. My inner literature nerd kept thinking about noir detectives who always drink too much and get punched in the alley, except here the hangover is replaced by cum dripping down her thigh on the train home while people stare.

What I like is how the game constantly forces you to juggle “professional” life and just pure degeneracy. You wake up, check your phone like in real life, see three messages: boss wants you to talk to a gang leader, some rich wife wants “private mediation” with her cheating husband, and a shady lab sends a polite invite to “participate in an experimental treatment” to improve her physical abilities. Saying yes to that third one can turn Samantha into all kinds of twisted versions of herself. I had a run where she ended up with a smooth thick futa shaft between her legs, and it completely changed how scenes played out. Suddenly she is the one pulling out her cock in a dark alley, forcing a cocky street punk to his knees and using his mouth until he gags, then deciding if she rewards him with a sticky creampie inside or just all over his face. Another time I went the opposite direction and let the city break her. She got dragged into this spiral with a group of monster girls and rough, smug black gangsters who pass her around in a derelict warehouse like she is public property. There is this one scene where she is standing naked on a loading dock in the rain, collar on her neck, one guy fucking her ass while another uses her mouth and a third is rubbing her swollen belly because, yeah, she is already pregnant from an earlier “negotiation” that went very off script. She tries to keep talking in-character about “peace between factions” while they just laugh and slap her tits until she shuts up and moans.

The corruption creeps in little by little. At the start she still gets shy when someone grabs her ass on the subway, pulls her skirt down, looks annoyed. Later she is riding that same train with no panties, sitting across from some nervous virgin office boy, spreading her legs a tiny bit wider each stop, watching him sweat. You can choose for her to drag him into a public restroom and ruin him for normal sex forever, jerking him off and then guiding his cock inside while she whispers that he belongs to her now, or you can ignore him and go meet your cuckold contact instead. That guy is married to this Amazon-tier woman with huge tits and a big black bull on the side, and your “job” is to keep the drama controlled. Which in practice turned into Samantha fucking the wife on the couch, licking her pussy while the bull rails her from behind, and the poor husband just sits in the corner stroking his worthless little dick. The game is full of this kind of tangled mess. You think it is just a life sim with calendars and stats, then suddenly you are on a rooftop at night, drunk on power, making a captured troublemaker kiss your boots before you jerk him off with them and push him over the edge of his old life. Romantic routes exist too, buried under all the filth. I accidentally made Samantha fall in love with a girl she was supposed to blackmail. They end up in a cheap motel, kissing shyly at first, then rubbing against each other until they both cum, no pressure, no money, no gang watching. It was almost sweet, which somehow made all the gangbangs, footjobs under bar tables, public groping in neon-lit clubs, BWC-driven netorare drama and messy creampies feel even dirtier by contrast. The city keeps asking her one question: how much of yourself are you willing to sell to keep fixing everyone else’s problems, and how much are you secretly enjoying that sale.

Jenny’s story hits that weird sweet spot between horny fantasy and something that feels like pages torn from a messy teenage diary that got fucked by a succubus on the way to publication. She’s a futa trying to pretend she’s just a normal girl, which is already funny because the very first time the game lets you see her in the mirror, the camera lingers on her tits and her cock like the dev spent hours thinking about how shame actually looks. Not the Tumblr, “I am sad about society” shame, but the “I’m clenching my thighs in the school bathroom because I got hard when my teacher adjusted her bra” kind of shame. The game keeps making these small moments where you’re half turned on and half thinking, “wow, yeah, that’s exactly how a brain spirals when it wants to cum and disappear at the same time.”

The fantasy angle sneaks up on you. At the start it just feels like a horny slice-of-life about a futa girl trying not to think about sex in public, and then suddenly there’s this quiet reveal that maybe her body is not a random mistake at all, that there are reasons, old magic, weird bloodlines, stuff that sounds like low-budget Tolkien fanfic but with way more titfucking and anal. You go from watching Jenny panic about changing in the locker room, trying not to pop a boner while other girls strip and gossip, to getting shoved into situations where exhibitionism stops being a kink tag and becomes a very conscious choice. Do you let them see? Do you let them touch? There’s this one scene where a “puzzle” is basically about how much you’re willing to expose yourself to a group, and if you “solve” it the serious way, you unlock an animated group sex moment where a shy virgin girl ends up pinned between Jenny’s big ass and another girl’s tongue. The logic of the puzzle almost doesn’t matter, because your brain has already built the sexual rhythm around it. It pretends to be a game about clues, but it’s really about pressure, teasing, and that edge between romantic confession and public indecency. And yeah, the romance parts sometimes feel almost too sweet, like someone slipped a wholesome yuri VN into a browser tab full of ahegao and internal view shots, but then there’s a milf casually groping Jenny in a side corridor, talking about “helping her relax” while you decide if you’ll let her pull your panties down or not, and the game remembers exactly what kind of website you found it on. Jenny spends half the time trying to stay in control and the other half getting ruined by her own body, her own curiosity, and her shitty habit of masturbating at the worst possible moment, with toys or fingers or somebody’s tongue, and the story is just that constant tug-of-war between “don’t let them know” and “please, someone, watch me cum.” It feels clumsy and horny and too honest in a way a lot of adult games are scared to be.

Girl wants a simple night with a little buzz, some porn on in the background, one hand under the blanket, one hand on the phone scrolling horny Reddit threads. She orders a toy for that. Not the smartest choice, not the most depraved, just something normal for once. Of course the universe laughs and the package that lands on her doorstep is very much not what she clicked on. The thing she pulls out of the box is wrong from the weight already, heavier, colder, like it brings its own mood. It looks like a joke sex toy at first, like some cheap wish.com fantasy trash that glows a bit and tries to be “mystic”. She rolls her eyes, thinks “fuck it, it still vibrates, right?” and that is the exact moment where everything goes crooked. One rub, two strokes, a lazy curious touch because she’s already wet and bored, and then there’s a flash of magic, a smirking genie who is way too amused by her, and suddenly the girl who just wanted to cum quietly is dealing with a cock that is now very much her problem because it’s literally attached to her.

The game takes that everyday masturbation setup and flips it into this messy, horny metamorphosis that never pretends to be deep, but somehow still feels like it read Kafka while jerking off. The transformation doesn’t stay polite. Her body shifts, tits heavy and bouncing, skin glowing in a soft way that feels more “porn lighting” than holy aura, and that new cock is not some little cute add-on. It throbs, it leaks, it twitches when she looks at certain shapes on screen, and the art leans into all those small obscene details. Bulging veins, thick shafts, slick folds, a bit of sweat on the back when she bends for anal play, that kind of focus. The genie treats her like a toy and a wish at the same time, pushing her into scenes where she’s not just using sex toys, she’s becoming one. She fucks herself, she gets fucked, she tests what it means to be both girl and dick at once, sometimes soft and curious, sometimes just raw and animal. One moment she’s nervously staring at her new equipment in the mirror like “am I still me?”, the next she’s stuffing her ass with something that definitely should not fit and moaning like she forgot the question.

What I really love is how the game quietly mixes absurd fantasy with that very normal feeling of horny boredom. Before the wild scenes with monster girls wrapping around her or the genie making her body more and more “perfect” in a porn logic sense, there’s this vibe of a regular girl alone with a parcel. It feels like those late-night horny impulse buys where you click “order now” after too much porn and not enough self control. Then suddenly you’re dealing with cum dripping from a cock that didn’t exist this morning, toys shoved inside places you didn’t plan to use, and a magical being who keeps bending reality just so he can see how you moan when your pussy and your new dick are both stimulated at once. It’s playful, shamelessly perverted, animated enough that every thrust, every anal stretch, every squirt feels alive, but still small scale, intimate. No fate of the world, no epic quest, just a girl, her misdelivered toy, a cock that changes how she thinks about herself, and a genie who clearly read too many hentai forums. Honestly, it feels like somebody rewrote “The Metamorphosis” with lube, lopsided humor, and a lot more orgasms.