Honestly? This game caught me off guard. Started playing expecting another half-baked detective parody but got sucked into something way more engaging than anticipated. The whole "wake up from coma, become magical cop" setup sounds cheesy as hell, but somehow it works. Your partner's this sarcastic brunette who keeps roasting you during investigations, and the banter actually made me laugh out loud a few times. The mind-reading mechanic during interrogations is brilliant - you're literally getting inside suspects' heads to catch them in lies, which feels way more interactive than typical VN dialogue trees.

What really surprised me was how the puzzle elements blend with the adult content. You're not just clicking through sex scenes; you're earning them by being a competent detective. The evidence gathering mini-games are actually fun instead of tedious busywork, and connecting clues on the detective board gives you that satisfying "aha!" moment when everything clicks. The magic duels threw me for a loop - wasn't expecting quick-time combat in my porn game, but here we are. The erotic scenes themselves are well-animated and feel earned rather than randomly thrown in. Your choices genuinely matter too; I replayed a case and got completely different outcomes based on how I handled interrogations and whether I decided to be professional or flirty with witnesses.

The variety keeps things fresh - one case you're investigating magical murders, next you're dealing with supernatural smuggling rings. Each chapter feels distinct while building the overarching story. Sure, some of the humor is hit-or-miss, and occasionally the pacing drags during exposition dumps, but when it hits its stride? Chef's kiss. The promised content updates look ambitious - more character types, expanded world, optional kinks for different tastes. Right now it's already solid entertainment that doesn't insult your intelligence while delivering the goods. Sometimes you want your detective fiction with a side of titfuck, you know?

Keiichi feels like that dude who sits alone in the corner of a beach bar, pretending he’s “just enjoying the view” while his entire life is quietly catching fire. The game throws you right into his vacation, into this fake-relaxing tropical vibe where the air smells like sunscreen and cheap cocktails, and suddenly every girl you meet has a body that makes you forget what you were going to say. It looks like some light romantic thing at first, all smiles at the hotel café, sand stuck between toes, sun on brown skin, but it doesn’t stay soft. One moment you’re sharing iced coffee with a curvy Brazilian waitress, watching her ass sway when she leans over to clean a table, and the next she’s teasing you under the counter with her foot, pressing her soft sole against your crotch while she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. She laughs when you spill your drink, by the way. Total bully energy, and I kind of hated it and loved it.

The whole story is written like this messy diary he’s keeping on his phone, like when you open Google Docs at night and write stuff you’d never send to anyone. Some scenes are sweet in a painful way. You’re on the beach at sunset with this latina girl who pretends she just wants to talk about “future plans” and family drama, but the camera just sits way too long on her tits pushed up in that bikini, on tan thighs crossed in the sand. She puts her feet in your lap, wriggling her toes like it’s nothing, and casually asks if you’ve ever had your dick sucked on an empty shore. Cue choice screen: be a gentleman, or let her slowly slide down, her lips wrapping around you while waves crash in the background. You can pick if he’s loyal or just a horny idiot, but no matter what you choose, you still feel like a creep checking all the routes. There’s a party scene too, loud music, glow sticks, everyone half-drunk, her lipstick smeared as she pushes you into a dark corner near the pool and takes you in her mouth, choking and giggling, then asking if you’d still call her in the morning. You probably won’t.

The game keeps throwing women at you like you’re the last man on earth. Big tits bouncing in tight tops at the hotel café, big asses in tiny shorts walking ahead of you on the boardwalk, different skin tones, different attitudes. One is shy and romantic, blushing when your hand brushes her ankle, then later she’s the one giving you a slow, almost worshipful footjob on the bed, her painted toes gripping your shaft while she whispers that she wants to belong to you. Another girl flirts with your friends, flirts with everyone actually, and if you follow the wrong choices she heads off with some other guy, and the game just lets you sit in that sick netorare feeling, reading Keiichi’s jealous diary entry where he pretends it doesn’t bother him. Sometimes the choices feel fake, like they clearly want you to go for the full harem route, with all of them orbiting around your dick on this “vacation that changes everything”, but then there are these tiny moments where someone refuses you, or talks about old wounds, and suddenly your porn game turns into late-night emotional torture. Still, every time I told myself I’d stick to one wholesome romance, I ended up at another beach party, staring at bouncing tits in a wet bikini top, toes sliding along my shaft under the table, and clicking the most trash option available without even pretending to be a good guy.

The first thing I noticed was how slow it loads in Chrome compared to Firefox, which is weird, because other VN players always recommend Chrome. But after waiting through that blank white flicker, the title just appears, no fancy menu, and it sort of fits - like someone coded the whole thing in one long night with half a plan and a hard-on. The writing swings between absurdly corny dialogue and tense, breathy pauses that actually made me lean forward. Erza’s route hit harder than I expected; the engine stutters a bit when the transition hits from teasing to naked skin, as if the code itself got flustered. At one point Mirajane just stares at the camera, half-undressed, saying nothing, and it’s unsettling but kind of erotic? My mouse double clicked because I didn’t know whether to keep going or stop and breathe.

There’s too much sound compression, though - headphones exaggerate that low moan into something that buzzes in your skull. I liked the way the text box shakes when you make a rougher choice; you can practically feel the humiliation radiate off the screen, and maybe I’m reading too much into it, but that’s the first time I’ve ever felt genuine shame synced with a save file. The whole guild concept keeps drifting around, promising missions, quests, whatever, but it really just becomes an excuse for swapping scenes of control and surrender, of bodies framed like code samples gone wrong. I wanted to click “Settings” to adjust volume, but instead stumbled into an exhibitionism scene that started before I could move. And it’s messy, nerve-pinching messy - some sprite layer got stuck, half-transparent, hovering over Lucy’s face mid-fellatio, and for once, the glitch worked. Like voyeurism baked into the source.

Mobile version? Don’t even bother - touch controls feel like punishment. Still, there’s something raw in how it refuses to clean itself up. It’s not the kind of polish you expect. It’s more like intimacy leaking through bad optimization. Or maybe that’s me making excuses. I tried capturing a screenshot for a forum thread, but my phone overheated, and now whenever I unlock the screen, I swear I still see Mirajane’s smirk fading into white.

Rob is the kind of main guy who already feels cursed before the story even starts, and the game leans into that in a way that kinda tickled the little eldritch goblin in my brain. He’s this broke college kid, forgotten by his own parents like some unwanted relic in the attic, while his sister is treated like the golden idol in the house. Nothing supernatural on screen yet, but the family vibes feel wrong in a way I usually only get from old horror books where no one says the quiet part out loud. You can feel something rotten behind that “strange event” with the parents, like an old cult ritual gone bad or a deal with something that doesn’t care about humans at all. Then he goes to a poker game, which sounds boring, right? It’s not. That table might as well be a summoning circle, because from that moment the whole thing starts slipping out of normal reality into this twisted mix of sex, crime, and violence that feels like a god with eight mouths is laughing just off screen.

The erotic stuff doesn’t pretend to be healthy or pure. Sex here is raw, rough, and often tangled in fear and power games. One scene sticks with me: Rob is in this cheap, dim room with a girl who’s supposed to be just a “contact” for his little criminal step up. Conversation goes nowhere, nerves are high, and instead of some slow, tender buildup, it just snaps into a hungry kind of fucking that feels like both of them are using each other as a way not to think about how close to death they are. Her eyes roll back, tongue out in that over-the-top ahegao way, but it doesn’t feel goofy, it feels like she’s losing a piece of herself to whatever dark mess Rob is dragging behind him. Another time he’s in the middle of an investigation, blood on the floor, body still warm, and he ends up getting his cock sucked in the next room like the violence just opened a door inside him and now everything is leaking out. It’s wrong in a very deliberate way, like the game is asking “you still jerking off to this?” while it keeps pushing more. And yeah, I still did.

What really hooked me is how the sexy moments and the cruel ones keep melting into each other. One minute you’re flirting, pulling a girl closer, her lips on you, her hand guiding you in, and the next you’re dealing with torture, murder, talk of ***, this heavy criminal underworld that doesn’t respect life at all. It’s like watching a ritual where blood and cum are treated as the same offering. Harem vibes grow slowly around Rob, too, but not as some nice power fantasy. It feels more like he’s accidentally building a cult around his broken life, women orbiting him for all the wrong reasons, some of them wet and giggling, some half-broken, some clearly dangerous. The animated scenes hit hard enough, sometimes a bit clunky, sure, but the impact is there: thighs shaking, mouths stretched around him, bodies tied to dark choices he made earlier. I wish the investigation parts had a bit more brain to them, sometimes they just feel like clicking through until you get to the next sex or mutilated corpse, and there’s this one sound effect that keeps repeating and drove me nuts, but in a weird way that roughness makes it feel more like some cursed underground thing you found by accident rather than polished porn. It’s not realistic at all, and that’s honestly what I liked: everything feels like the city itself is a hungry thing watching Rob fuck and kill his way deeper into a story that’s only pretending to be about a poor student.