Thieves of Dingirra feels like somebody smashed a horny VN, a chill management game and a messy RPG party together, then left it on the table with a “do crimes, fuck everyone” note. You start as this sneaky bastard, the Master Thief, dropped into a city that already smells like sex and trouble, and your job is to turn a tiny gang of nobodies into the dirtiest, richest thieves guild in town. The city is split in quarters and you stare at the map thinking “ok, I’ll just send a couple idiots to pickpocket here” and suddenly you’re juggling turf wars, bribes, and who you want to bend over next. I had Chrome open with like 10 tabs, Discord pinging, Pornhub paused on another monitor, but my attention kept sliding back to “ok, one more heist, then I’ll go to sleep”. Lies, obviously.

The character creation is what hooked me too hard. You can go full male, full female, or play around with it, and the game actually reacts to what you are trying to be. I started as a cocky male thief and somehow ended up building a crew where half my lieutenants wanted to ride me, the other half wanted to rob me, and a few wanted both in the same night. You get flirty banter that slowly turns filthy: one moment you are discussing guard patrols, next moment a monster girl with horns and a tail is on her knees, tongue out, talking about “payment in kind”. The lesbian scenes caught me by surprise, in a good way. Two of the women in my guild had this slow burn thing going on, lots of snark and eye contact when I assigned missions, and when it finally blew up into a proper sex scene it was just them going down on each other in a dusty hideout, muffled moans so the guards outside don’t hear. It feels dirty in that very specific “we should not be doing this here” way. And the game is equal-opportunity filthy, you can go for guys too, get your cock sucked in some back alley deal, or slide into a more tender thing that actually has romance vibes instead of just “ok, next hole”.

The furry stuff is there, and it is not shy. The first time I took a contract from this local monster girl “fixer”, I thought it was just another contact on the map. Then I clicked through her scenes and she’s this smug cat-eared thief who steals your loot, then basically pushes you against a wall and starts grinding on your thigh while teasing you about being “too soft for Dingirra”. I picked a dialogue option that was supposed to be threatening and it just made her more turned on. Later, when the guild was big and I was trying to min-max my income per quarter, I had this stupid moment where I was staring at numbers and suddenly remembered “oh right, last time I met her she swallowed my cum in an alley and licked her paws clean like it was wine”. The game keeps mixing that: one second you’re tweaking risk levels on a job, next second you’re in a detailed blowjob scene, hearing how your partner tries to talk with your dick in their mouth. Vaginal stuff is just as graphic, with a lot of focus on how risky it is to be fucking in the middle of criminal operations. You’re banging a female thief on top of a desk piled with stolen letters, papers sticking to her sweaty back while she rides you, and she’s half laughing, half begging you to cum inside before the patrol makes its round. It’s hot and also stupid, which is kind of perfect for this setting.

At the same time the strategy side weirdly matters. You send squads on missions, adjust heat, build up control in each neighborhood, and the better you treat people, the more their personal stories open up. Some of those stories are pretty soft, almost like romance VN stuff, and then suddenly they go from “my tragic past” to “I want your tongue between my legs, right now”. I liked that, even if sometimes I just wanted to skip to the sex and the game made me read three extra lines about politics. One guy in my crew kept talking about family honor and I honestly don’t remember half of it, but I do remember the scene where he pushed me onto the bed after a successful raid, still half dressed in armor, and fucked me so hard the headboard hit the wall. There was this dumb little animation of text describing how his thrusts got rougher and I was sitting there thinking, yeah ok, this is better than whatever was on Netflix tonight. There is one UI sound that drives me crazy though, this click when you confirm some tasks, I hated it from the first minute and never got used to it, and I’m still annoyed about that and I don’t even know why. The city keeps opening up, different factions, different monsters and humans and in-between, and every time you think “ok, that’s enough kinks” the game quietly drops another option in your lap and asks if you’d like to suck it.

War, sand and a half naked alien furry soldier bleeding in the surf is not really how you expect a horny mobile game to start, but Sky Division goes exactly there and then keeps pushing. You’re this human pilot, shot out of the sky and dumped on some nowhere desert island, half pissed off, half scared, with a hard-on that makes absolutely no sense in context. The guy you’re “supposed” to hate is lying there, fucked up and panting, fur matted with blood, armor ripped open in all the right places. And the game just lets you sit in that fucked little tension: do you help him, patch his wounds, listen to his weird alien voice crack when he tries not to moan, or do you keep the gun on him while you secretly check out his abs and the way his tail twitches when you touch his thigh. It uses that war setting like an excuse to trap two horny idiots in a small space and watch them try to pretend it’s not happening. Of course it’s happening. The VN structure keeps it simple to tap through on phone, but the choices sneak up on you, like you’re just picking “talk” again and suddenly he’s whispering about how his people don’t even have a word for love anymore and you’re wondering if you’re the asshole for wanting to shove his muzzle down on your cock right after that speech.

The sex doesn’t arrive instantly, which somehow makes it feel dirtier when it hits. There’s this scene where you’re washing the sand and dried blood off him near the water, and he keeps flinching because it hurts, but the way he pushes into your hand is absolutely not about pain. You go from “this is medical, I’m helping” into “ok I am jerking off a wounded alien soldier, what is my life” so gradually it almost feels accidental. Except nothing is really accidental here: the first time he drops to his knees, ears flat, tongue out, you already know he’s been staring at your crotch from the start. It goes hard into oral, messy and hungry, like he’s starving for dick instead of rations. Then the switch to anal feels like some fucked kind of peace treaty, your human body buried in this warm, tight, shaking furry ass while the two of you try not to think about how your fleets are busy slaughtering each other somewhere above the clouds. There’s masturbation too, quieter stuff, stuck on that island with no porn except your own imagination and the sound of the other guy panting in the dark. One of the hotter bits is just you listening to him jerk off a few meters away, trying to pretend you’re not doing the same thing, both of you failing, breath getting louder until one of you snaps and crosses the sand between you. It’s a short game, it’s rough around the edges, some lines feel like they came out of Google Translate on a bad day, but that almost fits the whole “we forgot how to feel” plot. For a mobile furry gay VN about two enemies who literally should shoot each other, it hits way too close when he mutters that he doesn’t understand what he’s feeling and you answer by pushing back onto his cock instead of saying anything at all.

You open your eyes in a garden that’s way too pretty for how fucked up you feel. You remember dying… kind of. It’s fuzzy, like that morning after too much vodka when you’re checking your phone and praying you didn’t text your ex. Except now the “ex” is literally your life, and instead of hangover you get a smug angel, a smug demon, and a bunch of confused hot dead people who all like girls, guys, both, neither, or “it’s complicated” in different flavors. They tell you this isn’t Heaven, not Hell, just the Garden hanging out in Limbo, like some cosmic waiting room where everyone’s bisexual or worse. You’re told you can pick your body and gender, like character creation but with the weight of “what the fuck am I actually” behind it. Female, male, futa, trans, something in between, something off to the side. The game doesn’t blink. You can just… exist the way you wish you had when you were alive. That alone hit harder than some porn games ever will, honestly. Then five minutes later you’re flirting with a demon girl who looks like she can ruin your life and you’re fine with it.

What really sticks in my head is how one scene goes from tender to horny to sad so fast it feels wrong, in a good way. You’re sitting under this glowing tree with another lost soul, talking about what you regret from your life. They’re quietly telling you about the first time they realized they liked girls, how they kissed a friend behind a church, shaking and happy and terrified. The garden lights reflect in their eyes, they lean closer, and your choices appear. You can joke it away, you can pull them into this slow, nervous kiss, or you can go full thirsty and grab their hips and push them against the tree. If you go thirsty, the way the writing describes hands sliding over still unfamiliar bodies, the awkward “is this okay” mixed with raw need, feels more real than half the polished porn out there. It’s not just “and then boobs appeared, wow.” It’s messy, people hesitate, someone laughs at the wrong time, it reads like two queer disasters horny in Limbo who never got to be honest when they were alive, so now they’re making up for it in one go. There’s even a moment where they say “I never had sex like this when I was alive” and you can answer “me neither” or pretend you were a huge player. Which is funny, because the game will totally call you out later on that lie.

In between the horny stuff, you’re doing trials, talking to angels that act like burnt-out office workers, demons who act like they run a queer nightclub, and other dead people trying to figure out if Heaven is worth the rules, Hell is worth the chaos, or if Limbo is secretly the best place because nobody really knows what the fuck is happening anyway. Sometimes the tone whiplash gets tiring, like you’ll go from heartfelt talk about dysphoria to a gag about someone’s ass in two lines and it almost kills the mood. There are parts where the pacing drags, especially when a character dumps lore on you about how Eden ended up stuck here and you just wanna go back to worrying if that cute trans boy is into you or only into your “tragic backstory.” But then later, one small choice from an earlier date suddenly changes how a big late scene plays out and you realize oh, okay, it was paying attention the whole time. There are multiple routes and endings, you can flirt with women, men, futas, trans characters, some are soft, some are monsters in a sexy way, some are just emotionally unavailable but so hot you try anyway. It’s not afraid to be horny, but it also doesn’t treat sex like the only reward. Sometimes you get a tender cuddle in the afterlife instead of a full-on scene, and weirdly that feels more intimate. Still, I got annoyed that one character keeps mentioning some specific snack from when they were alive and you never actually see it anywhere. No CG, nothing. That bothered me a lot more than it should have. Anyway, it all feels like a queer afterlife dating mess where you can be a lesbian, a dude, a trans futa, whatever, and still end up kissing under a divine tree while arguing about whether Heaven even deserves you.

This thing feels like someone mashed a horny furry VN with an old RPG they loved a bit too much, then said “ok but what if every fight could end with me getting railed instead of a game over.” You land on this continent full of huge guys with bigger asses than sense, all sorts of monsters and beastmen and weird in-betweens, and somehow every conversation is like one wrong sentence away from turning into porn. In a good way. Mostly. I play on mobile and it’s one of those games where you tell yourself “just one more quest” and suddenly you’re sitting there trying to position your thumb just right so you can still see the CG while you tap through the text. Firefox on Android handles it fine, in case you’re curious, but Kiwi browser lagged hard when the big battle scenes started throwing sprites around. Not gonna pretend that didn’t kill the mood one time when I was trying to screen-capture a perfect cumshot frame and the animation stuttered.

What I like most is how the game doesn’t hurry to put you in some god-chosen-hero box. You’re this outsider, yeah, but at the start you’re just some dude who keeps accidentally flirting with everyone. Then you get into your first proper turn based combat and suddenly the stakes are “do I actually try to win or do I let this horny plant-creature choke me out so I can see what kind of bad ending CG they stuck in here.” Lost on purpose to a wolf guy, not gonna lie, because the way the text was teasing “some foes might have their own idea of a reward” was too on the nose. The CG that popped up? Worth it. Big muscular furry body pinning you down, tail in your face, and the camera angle makes his ass look like it could smother you. I grabbed that frame, cropped it in Gallery, then shoved it into a dedicated folder in Simple Gallery Pro where I keep my “repeat fap” gifs. Still annoyed there’s no in-game gallery filter for who topped who though. You have to remember which quest line led to which guy and scroll like a caveman. No tag like “monsters that broke my back” or “sweet bois I accidentally dommed,” nothing.

The sandbox part is messy in the good kind of way. You wander, talk to someone, suddenly they dump a personal quest on you, and three hours later in real life you realize that one stupid choice you made with a drunk lizard dude changed what kind of scene you get with that smug knight furry in the next village. One time I went full nice guy with everyone, stacking CHA like a himbo, and yeah it opened some really tender gay scenes, cuddles, slow grinding, that stuff that makes you unexpectedly emotional with your dick still out. Next run I acted like an irresponsible brat, chased every monster who looked like he skipped leg day and glutes day in favor of ass day, and the tone was way rougher. Same character, different outcome, different CG. The game quietly remembers you said or did some shit ten quests ago, then later you’re bent over a rock getting pounded and the text throws a line like “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” and you’re like… yeah ok, fair. I wish they would fix the tiny UI buttons during dungeon movement on phone, because trying to maneuver with on-screen arrows while your free hand is busy is, uh, not great, but they won’t and I already made peace with zooming in like an idiot. Still, when a boss monster knocks you out, drags your body somewhere dark and you wake up naked in a CG scene that goes from “oh no” to “wait, don’t stop” while you’re frantically spamming the screenshot button to catch the exact frame where he pulls your hair and your eyes roll back, you kinda forget about all that.

Flaming Flagon feels like someone mixed Grindr, a horny DnD one-shot and a furry art Twitter feed, then tried to run it on your phone while half drunk. In a good way. You’re this guy who ends up working at a fantasy tavern, and every shift basically turns into “who am I going to flirt with, serve drinks to, or accidentally see naked behind the storeroom door” simulator. The place is full of big anthro dudes in armor, mages with too much chest fur showing, mercs with scars and thicker thighs than my whole body, that kind of vibe. It’s not shy about what it wants: hot guys, muscles, teasing, and scenes where you’re suddenly pressed against a wall by some sweaty adventurer asking if you close the bar early. You’re not just clicking through text like a zombie though, the choices actually poke at your horny little brain. Hold eye contact when the big wolf knight flexes while lifting a keg, or play it cool? Help the shy cat archer clean up after closing, or go “accidentally” check the bath area where the bull barbarian is clearly still washing his gear and definitely not just his gear.

What I really liked is how the lewd stuff kind of sneaks up on you. One moment you’re chatting about orders and who pays their tab, next moment the fox mage is leaning in too close, smelling like booze and magic, asking if you’ve ever tried “channeling energy” with a partner. And yeah, the sex scenes are dirty in a way that feels like they were written by someone who actually masturbates, not a committee. There’s grinding against the bar in the backroom, being pinned over a table while another patron is like two doors away, guys comparing pecs after a fight and it very quickly turning into grabbing and squeezing and “oh, you’re hard already?” type talk. Bodies are big, heavy, and you feel that in the writing: grabbing fur, licking sweat, getting your face stuffed into a chest and not complaining. Sometimes the game softens it with cute flirting and cheesy lines, then next click there’s explicit description of cock, tongue, knot, all that, like whiplash, but the fun kind. On mobile it weirdly works, swiping through while lying in bed, pretending you opened Twitter again when a notification pops up, even though your screen currently shows a dragon guy asking if he can “taste the help.” My only stupid tiny complaint: the game keeps making you carry kegs and trays, and I kept waiting for a scene where someone comments on how your arms get buff from all that work, and they just never do. Total missed fetish opportunity. Anyway, Flaming Flagon is messy, horny, and sometimes I forgot which guy I was flirting with because I was just staring at all that muscle and fur, but that’s honestly part of the charm.

Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

You’re sitting there, phone in hand, thinking it’s just another cute little “help the girl get ready for her school exam” sim, right? Hair, makeup, outfit, some dialogue choices, a few horny CGs later. Easy. Except the “girl” the game wants to send to that exam is you. And you started this story with a dick, a very normal male student brain, and zero idea why the fuck you’re suddenly being measured on eyeliner technique and how well you can sway your hips in a tight skirt without flashing half the class.

The game opens quiet, almost boring, and that’s what hooked me. No instant blowjob tutorial, no “here’s your harem, pick a hole.” Just a nervous morning, a school setting that feels too normal, and weird little hints that something is off with your body. The first time you realize your reflection in the mirror doesn’t match the way you remember yourself, it hits like a small car crash. The dev takes their time with it, slow corruption of gender and morals at the same time. First it’s “just crossdressing for this one exam.” Then it’s “well, you need to practice walking in heels, let the teacher help your posture.” Then somehow you’re bent over the desk, feeling your ass slapped and graded like part of the curriculum, and the worst part is your in-game thoughts start to enjoy it. Those internal monologue lines when you’re getting groped in the hallway, and you catch yourself wondering which of the boys has the biggest cock, were dirtier than the actual CGs for me.

I liked how the game makes you complicit in your own downfall. You pick the lipstick shade that later gets smeared during a messy oral exam. You choose to act “a bit more submissive” to get a better score, and suddenly you’re on your knees between two classmates, throat used like a warm hole while the teacher pretends not to see. They pretend badly. There is some netorare shit going on, too, but sideways: your old male identity kind of feels like the one getting cuckolded as your new girly body gets filled, stretched, creampied. One run I had my “good girl” reputation used as an excuse to parade me in front of older staff, a humiliating little exhibition where they check if the “student” is ready. Gloved fingers spreading you open, comments about how tight you are and how a nice big black cock will fix that. Another run I resisted more and the corruption took longer, with more teasing, more “accidental” touches, more voyeur scenes in locker rooms and bathrooms, like the game was punishing me for not giving in fast enough by cranking up the sexual harassment.

It feels janky in spots. Some AI CGs look amazing from one angle and kind of cursed from another, like the face doesn’t fully match the body, or the hands are doing that weird too-many-fingers thing if you stare too long. I still stared. The summer vibe is weirdly relaxing though, all bright classrooms and sunlit corridors while behind the scenes you’re being turned into the school’s futa toy or the class’ shared virgin project, depending on choices. There is this one branching bit where you can agree to a “private tutoring” session with a strict female teacher and it starts as normal exam prep, then she makes you spread your legs on the chair, checks how wet you are “from stress,” and then uses you until you’re shaking, all while lecturing about responsibility. Female domination scenes like that felt personal, intimate in a fucked up way. Then later the same character can watch you get stuffed by multiple guys at once, barely saying anything, just writing notes like you’re a lab rat. It messed with my head in a good way.

The story is mostly kinetic in pacing but still manages to feel like a sandbox for your humiliation. One time I focused on being the perfect obedient girl and ended up pregnant from an exam “reward,” cum dripping out in a medical examination scene that treated your belly like a test result. Another time I pushed for more wild stuff and unlocked a futa transformation path, where you keep a cock while having this soft, thick ass and big boobs, so they test how many students can fit inside or around you at once. I still have the scene of being pushed up against the classroom window in my head, skirt hitched, some monster girl-looking classmate pounding me from behind while random NPCs walk outside, clueless. The game doesn’t rush those moments. It lets your thoughts spiral, your shame grow, your arousal betray you. It’s messy, inconsistent, a little ugly here and there, but the slow burn into full sissification and “everyone uses the exam girl” fantasy hits way harder because of that.

Hilbert is supposed to be this big hero who finished his whole pokemon journey, right? Instead you meet him when his life is kind of fucked. Car crash, dreams shattered, and his Hypno just vanishes into thin air like it got bored of being a good little partner and went hunting for trouble. That alone already sets the mood: this world is not the safe PG region you remember from your childhood. Nuvema Town is now basically a legal sandbox for human and pokemon “free relationships”, and yeah, that means exactly what you think it means. You come back home and the place feels familiar and totally wrong at the same time, like returning to your old school and finding out it turned into a sex club with a research budget. The game sells that feeling hard. You walk through this chill little coastal town, talk to Serena or Gloria or whoever you bump into, and every conversation is half normal, half “wait, did she just casually mention fucking a Gardevoir like it’s normal brunch topic?”

The fun part is how the game drip feeds this. It doesn’t start with some giant orgy scene. Instead you get those moments where Nurse Joy looks a bit too happy when you mention Hypno, or Fennel is suddenly very interested in your “brainwave reactions” and asks if you can help her test something in her lab, just the two of you, lights low, machines humming. There is a scene with Juniper that really stuck in my head: she starts all professional, lab coat and serious talk, then it slowly slides into this weird mix of scientific curiosity and raw hunger. She talks about “inter-species bonding” while leaning over the desk so her big tits are almost spilling out, and you’re half listening, half thinking “is she going to ask me to help her with data or just bend me over the fucking chair?” And the game kind of refuses to separate those two. That’s the vibe all over. You’re not just clicking through porn; you’re wandering around a town where the line between research, romance and straight-up hentai bullshit is gone, burned, buried, and Hypno probably jerked off on the ashes.

Not everything hits perfectly, which is funny because the game doesn’t pretend to be polished. Some dialogues feel like the writer was horny, distracted, then came back and forgot what tone they started with. One moment you’re getting this heavy emotional talk about how Hilbert’s future was destroyed in the crash, next moment Mallow is just tossing horny jokes about “juicy berries” and you’re thrown into a scene where Tsareena is acting like a dominatrix with vines and legs for days. There is this small thing that annoyed me: the way fonts resize on mobile sometimes when a text box pops up in the middle of a hot moment, like you’re about to nut and suddenly boom, text overlap, because yes, this is a mobile game and your thumb is in the way. I swear it happened right when Officer Jenny started talking about her “special inspection procedure” and I had to move the dialogue box a bit and it killed the rhythm. Still, the animated bits make up for it, especially when Hypno’s influence starts to show in people’s eyes and bodies, and scenes with Delia, Hilda, or a smug Serena go from teasing to full-on, explicit “this is pokeporn and we’re not pretending otherwise”. Then out of nowhere the game throws in some gay tension with Cheren or Hilbert’s reactions to certain guys, like it’s poking you to see what you’ll pick. It all feels messy, horny, experimental, like someone mashed a dating simulation with a corrupted nostalgia trip and said, fine, let Hypno run wild, let Nuvema Town drown in research and cum and nobody is going to stop it.

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.