You arrive in this shiny new country thinking you’re some big brain office guy, right? Good job, clean contract, boring little grey cubicle, “fresh start” bullshit. Then the game pretty much slaps you in the face and reminds you you’re just another idiot who got a little too confident with the company money. One wrong spreadsheet, one little “adjustment,” and suddenly your whole life hangs on a few screenshots in someone else’s hands. It’s not “oh no, moral drama, what shall I do” either. It’s more like: here’s the trap, here’s your throat, and here’s the boot that’s going to rest on it while you jerk off and hate yourself. And the boot has painted toenails.

Home life is worse. Or better. Depends how broken you are. Your roommates are all too pretty and too relaxed about personal space. You think it’s a harem, but it’s actually a fucking HR complaint waiting to happen if anyone cared. They catch you staring. They don’t get shy. They get ideas. The game likes to take simple domestic stuff and twist it. You come home from the office, brain fried from trying not to get caught, and a girl is lying on the couch in tight gym shorts, one leg over the backrest, looking at you like she already read your browser history. She’s “innocently” asking how your day at work was, then suddenly she knows way too much about an “accounting error” and has a folder on her phone that sure as hell doesn’t look like memes. It’s not instant sex. It’s worse. It’s that slow “sit down, shut up, and listen to my conditions” smile. She’ll make you kneel in your own living room and call it a “test,” while the TV quietly plays some random show and you’re there, half hard, half terrified. There’s this one moment where she drags you to the gym under the excuse of “you’re getting soft,” and you think you’re just doing some squats. Next thing, you’re doing push-ups while she sits on your back, shorts riding up, whispering in your ear what will happen to those little files if your arms stop moving. People walk by. They see a trainer pushing a client hard. They don’t hear her telling you exactly how you’ll lick sweat from her toes later if you want your job.

The corruption stuff is where the game really doesn’t pretend to be nice. You start off trying to fight it, making these little choices like “I’ll resist, I’ll say no, I’ll be a man of principle,” and the narrative just smiles and shows you how cheap your principles are when your boss might see photos of you on your knees in the women’s locker room, holding a bra in your mouth because some smug girl told you that’s how dogs should carry things. The blackmail angle isn’t some side tag; it’s the spine. Every request is layered: “Touch me here, say this, sign that document, send this email.” Sexual humiliation gets tangled with office politics in this nasty way. You might be jerking off in a bathroom stall, watching a short clip of your roommate’s foot grinding into your face while she calls you her “little embezzling toy,” and at the same time you’re waiting on a message that decides if your career lives or dies. And yeah, the scenes get hardcore. There are CGs where your whole body language screams “I want to disappear” while your cock is straining against your pants, getting slapped, stepped on, used like a prop in their little power games. The girls don’t just dominate you physically; they dig into your shame, into that sick part of you that loves being treated like you’re lower than dirt. One of them makes you strip in the office after hours, under harsh neon lights, and she takes pictures with your own phone, giggling, then casually sets your wallpaper to your naked, collared self. Later, during a real meeting, you unlock the phone out of habit and almost drop it when the screen lights up. That’s the vibe: horny, uncomfortable, mean, and somehow you keep clicking “next” anyway.

The central figure of this story is a man leading a life that’s mundane and utterly uneventful - nothing remarkable stirs his world - until one day when he receives an unexpected package from his grandfather.

Inside, he finds an ancient-looking book filled with strange spells and bizarre rituals, which immediately piques his interest despite his initial skepticism.

Driven by boredom and intrigue, he decides to test one of the rituals - summoning a succubus, thinking it will be harmless fun.

What follows is far from what he expected, as the succubus materializes before him, exuding both danger and irresistible allure.

This game drags you into a whirlwind of erotic encounters and dark magic, where every decision leads deeper into the realm of forbidden pleasures and dangerous games.

Do you dare to play with forces you barely understand? Step into this provocative journey and explore how one simple spell can turn a bland life upside down.

Let curiosity lead you astray - the succubus is waiting.

You start as nothing, just a small-time crook who still smells like cheap perfume and bad choices. The game doesn’t pretend to be noble - there’s no “hero” path here, only dirt, lust, and that slow drag toward becoming something filthy and powerful. It’s part detective mystery, part erotic chaos. You sneak, lie, fuck, and wear things you never thought would fit you - until they do. The world here isn’t clean; every quest feels sticky, half-lit by neon and bad intentions. The real models make it feel too close sometimes, like you’re trespassing into someone’s private fantasy. Then again, maybe that’s the point.

What really messed with me wasn’t the sex (though yeah, there’s a lot - raw, messy, and weirdly honest). It was how the game makes you *earn* it. You don’t just click through scenes; you chase them, make choices that twist you into shapes you didn’t expect. The crossdressing bits hit harder than I thought they would. It starts as a disguise, a way to survive in the criminal mess, but then it becomes something else - something hot and confusing and right. I didn’t think I’d care about the story, but then there’s this one redhead who plays you like a violin, teasing you between guilt and hunger. Every encounter feels like it’s watching you back.

And yeah, the text writing’s uneven, but that’s part of why it works. Some lines are clumsy, others sharp enough to cut. It doesn’t polish the dirt off; it just rubs it deeper into your skin. The GIFs flash at just the right moments - sometimes too long, sometimes not long enough - and there’s a pulse in the pacing that feels almost alive. It’s rough, vulgar, strangely tender under all the smut. You think you’re just chasing money and power, but by the time you’re kneeling in front of someone you swore you’d never obey, it’s not about crime anymore. It’s about who you’re becoming while everyone’s watching.

2B is already kind of a fetish by herself, right, so seeing her dropped into this filthy little parody game feels weirdly natural. She’s here, tight latex suit hugging that ridiculous ass, blindfold on, standing in this small room that clearly exists for one thing only. No drama about machines or saving the world, just “how much abuse can this android body take before your hand gets tired.” It looks innocent for two seconds and then the “innocent” part just dies.

The whole thing revolves around pushing her limits. You go from teasing to full-on hardcore without much ceremony. One moment she’s just tied up, almost calm, next she’s getting handled like a sex doll that someone bought only for rough use. There’s spanking that leaves marks, toys shoved inside her, rhythm-based pounding where you’re kind of half concentrating on not missing the minigame prompt and half staring at the way her ass moves on screen. You mess up a timing and she flinches, you do it right and the game rewards you with a longer, slower thrust animation that’s way more obscene than it should be. I actually laughed once because my brain switched into “I am playing a rhythm game” mode while the screen was just full of her getting railed raw from behind. It feels wrong in a very specific way.

Controls are simple, maybe too simple. Click here, hold there, hit a key at the right moment, you know the deal. But sometimes the prompt flashes in this awkward place where your eye is not, and you miss it, and she moans in that broken way, and for a second you wonder if the dev did that on purpose to punish distraction or if it’s just janky UI. Doesn’t matter. The BDSM vibe is clear: you’re in charge, but the game quietly punishes you when you’re sloppy. The “Only sex” angle is obvious, no romance, no slow burn, no fake moral lesson. Just 2B used as a toy, blindfold never leaving her face, body responding with those porn-level reactions that are completely over the top and somehow still hot. I kept noticing tiny things like how her thighs clench during some of the rougher thrusts, but then the camera suddenly decides to zoom on something less interesting and stays there too long. That got on my nerves and then I forgot, because the next scene starts and she’s already bent over again and the game expects you to focus on the next set of inputs like nothing happened. It’s not elegant, it’s not subtle, it’s not trying to be anything except a place where you can make 2B take it hard until you’re done with her and close the tab.