You start out as this broke nobody with a hero complex and zero social life, which is honestly way too relatable, then you go and pull the dumbest smart move ever: throw away your own life to save someone else. Good job, martyr-kun. Instead of a gravestone you get a bunch of bored goddesses looking at you like a new toy. Not even subtle about it. One of them gives you a second shot in a fantasy world and from that point it’s less “epic isekai adventure” and more “how much teasing can one guy survive before his brain melts through his dick.” The setup looks like the usual dating sim fluff, yeah, but then you notice it’s actually a sandbox, so you just wander around clicking on stuff, peeking in places you probably shouldn’t, and suddenly you’re spying through a keyhole while a girl with ridiculous tits rides a pillow and moans your name without even having met you properly. Definitely not Bioware romance pacing.

What I liked way too much is how the game keeps pretending it cares about your soul and your choices, while it actually cares about your cock stamina. One minute a “pure” virgin priestess girl is nervously holding your hand, all blushy and sweet, saying she wants to “take it slow”, and five clicks later she’s on top of you, tits bouncing in your face, trying to cram you inside raw because a goddess “blessed” her womb. There’s this scene where a haughty goddess steps on your chest, heel pressing right under your ribs, and she’s making you kiss her toes like some pathetic knight, and you’re thinking “ok, fine, femdom stuff, I’ve seen worse,” then she suddenly squeezes your shaft between her soles and gives you this lazy, slow footjob while looking bored on purpose, just to make you beg harder. The animations are actually pretty hot, which annoys me, because I wanted to laugh at it and instead I just sat there like an idiot, edging. The teasing is brutal too: one girl grinds on your lap, panties soaked, keeps doing that almost-ahegao face, then stands up right before you finish and walks away to “cool down,” leaving you with nothing but a dialogue choice that changes absolutely nothing.

Later, when the harem stuff kicks in proper, the game goes from “awkward romance” to “of course they’re all fine with sharing you, why wouldn’t they.” You get this “romantic” date in town with the shy mage, holding hands, talking about magic and feelings, then you come back to the house and the busty swordswoman is already naked, sitting on your face, telling the mage to “stop being a prude and join in.” It turns into group sex so fast the music barely changes. One is riding your mouth, the other is bouncing on your dick, and a third one is just standing there, stroking you off when they swap places, because apparently everyone learned perfect handjob technique in goddess school. There’s anal, creampies, titfucks, random masturbation scenes when you’re alone and spying on them, and yeah, you get the standard “walk into the bath at the wrong time” thing, but they don’t even bother acting mad for long. My only real complaint is stupid: there’s one scene where a girl is stripping super slowly, removing gloves, boots, all that, and she never takes off this tiny ribbon on her wrist and it drove me insane. No idea why. Maybe that’s the real domination here, they own your attention more than your character. Anyway, if you pretend you’re here for “romance” while clicking straight to the next blowjob, I won’t judge. Much.

Truck-kun hits again and boom, you wake up broke in a trashy fantasy world, with a body that actually works and a bunch of gorgeous girls who legally count as your property. Not heroic party members, not “companions”. Slaves. The kind of setup old eroge hinted at but never really went all-in with. You’re the guy in charge, the male lead, the one who gets to fuck, punish, comfort, and “train” them, while also trying not to starve to death. It’s this weird mix of anime isekai gag and grimy brothel management, except instead of nameless clients and dull menus, you’re face to face with the same girls over and over, learning what makes them moan, what makes them cry, and sometimes both at the same time. The game doesn’t pretend you’re a saint either: you’re poor, you’re horny, you love big tits and big asses, and you’re not shy about filling every hole. Vaginal, anal, sucking you off under the table, POV shots of you emptying inside them till it drips out. Lots of creampies, like someone in the dev team grew up pausing old hentai VHS just to stare at the white mess.

What really got me was how it swings between romance and straight-up filth without warning. One scene you’re gently comforting a shy “trap” who looks better in a dress than most girls, trying to ease his insecurity while still grabbing his ass. Next moment you’re pushing a milf against the wall, her tits spilling out, face twisted in full ahegao while she begs for more. The girls feel like a mix of old-school hentai archetypes: clingy little sister type who really, really shouldn’t crawl into your bed but does it anyway, mature milf who pretends she’s above prostitution and then starts grinding on some old guy because you told her to, tall futa who is both your rival and your toy. And since the story is openly netorase, the MC is the rare degenerate who actually enjoys seeing “his” women fucked by other men. Not cheating, not humiliation, more like he sets up the scene, watches from the shadows or right up close, and jerks off while the girls moan someone else’s name, then he still finishes inside them after, marking them again. If that idea makes your stomach twist, this is not a game that will “convince” you. It just assumes you’re the kind of pervert who sees your slave getting railed by two guys and thinks, “Nice, now I don’t have to warm her up.”

There’s humor sprinkled between all the filth, the kind of dumb fantasy jokes that feel like some 90s otaku brain never updated: jokes about slimes, about guild quests, about “ancient evil” that keeps getting pushed aside because someone needs money for new underwear. Half the time the protagonist talks like an overconfident dilf in a doujin, half the time he’s a broke loser jerking off in a corner while his girl earns cash on her knees. Sometimes that contrast is hot, sometimes it’s just awkward, but that awkwardness is oddly nostalgic to me, like those old pc games where tone changed panel to panel. Scenes are animated enough that blowjobs and group sex feel messy, with bodies moving and faces reacting, instead of just still images. Watching a full harem pile-up, girls on top of girls, a futa pounding some poor slave while your POV is buried in milf ass in front, feels like catching a lost episode of Bible Black someone remade with modern tools and less shame. You’ll catch yourself thinking “this is too much”, then immediately clicking the next scene to see your favorite girl spread again for a stranger while you stand there, smiling like a proud owner.

You start as this poor bastard locksmith who can’t catch a break, gets greedy one night, eats a bullet, and suddenly you’re standing in front of a smug goddess who basically says: “Congrats, you’re dead, now put on a habit and seduce girls for my religion.” It sounds stupid written out like that, but it kind of works because the game never pretends to be serious. Everyone in this world thinks you’re a girl, but under the nun clothes you’re a guy, and the game loves playing with that confusion. You walk around the convent and the town like a fake innocent sister, while slowly corrupting one girl after another, and half the fun is watching them go from shy and faithful to moaning sluts who can’t stop touching you. It’s less about one big romance and more about slowly collecting your own small cult of stacked nuns with huge tits and asses who think “prayer” means getting filled in every hole.

Most of the time you’re in this sandbox loop: walk around, trigger scenes, grind affection or “faith” with each girl, unlock the next stage of their corruption. There are quests, but not like big epic quests, more like “help her with chores, get her alone, end up groping her over the habit.” One moment you’re pretending to be a good sister listening to their problems, the next you’re got a crying novice pressed against the altar, your hand under her robe while she begs you to teach her “new rituals.” The animated scenes are honestly where the game shines the most: tits bouncing while you pound them from behind in the chapel, white habit pulled up over a fat ass, her rosary smacking against her back every thrust. There’s full-on vaginal, oral on the church benches, creampies where the camera lingers on your cum leaking down her thighs and soaking the holy cloth. It doesn’t shy away from group stuff either; at one point you earn enough trust that two of the girls decide to “share blessings,” and you end up pinned between them, one riding your cock while the other sits on your face, both in nun outfits, kissing each other while moaning your fake nun name. The game acts like it’s about saving lost souls, but you’re really just turning the convent into a pervy harem hotel.

What surprised me is how casual it is to play on phone. It runs as a mobile game fine, which is dangerous, because you’re on the bus tapping through what looks like a normal quest, then suddenly a monster girl with horns and big tits is sucking you off in a graveyard. Some girls aren’t even human: there’s this fluffy-eared, big-booty “sister” who is clearly not from any bible, and the scene where she sits between your legs, tail twitching while she slowly licks your shaft, feels way more intimate than it should. The mini games are kind of random: there’s one lockpicking thing that should be your big skill, since you were a locksmith, but it’s so easy it feels like a joke, and then out of nowhere there’s a timing mini game in the middle of a blowjob scene that made me fumble my phone in a café. I wish there was more depth in how you level each girl’s corruption, like some proper gamified tree of “teasing” to “total slut,” but instead it’s more linear: flirt, grope, lesbian experiment, full sex, group sex, done. Still, the teasing stages are actually nice; watching two nuns “practice confession” by groping each other over their robes, then slowly sliding hands under the cloth, wet sounds and nervous giggles, almost did more for me than the full-on gangbang in the chapel later. The home upgrade system is there too, you pump money into better rooms and the convent becomes more like a luxury sex monastery, with private cells for your favorites, but the UI made me misclick so many times I started hating the furniture icons and then forgot why I was mad in the first place. Anyway, if your thing is watching cute “holy” girls turn into cock-hungry worshipers, getting creampied on the altar while a smug goddess laughs in the background, this thing does not hold back.

This one feels like someone took a comfy slice‑of‑life drama, locked it in a room, fed it way too much dessert, tied it up with a bunch of horny ideas about control, and then just let it slowly swell until nobody fits their old clothes anymore. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes here, you’re basically sliding into people’s lives and messing with the one thing they’re trying to keep steady: food, routine, and how much space their bodies are taking up. Girls start out “normal” chubby, then your choices quietly push them toward soft bellies, thicker thighs, boobs pressing against uniforms that really need new sizes. It’s not a sudden cartoon inflation, more like, one more snack, one more late-night delivery, one more “you look fine, trust me”, and you blink and go, ok, she actually grew a lot. The game leans hard into that mix of comfort and shame: they talk about being tired, about stress, about wanting to feel wanted, and you’re there like the little devil on their shoulder, handing them another plate and acting like it’s totally no big deal.

What makes it hit different is how slow and personal it feels. Conversations drag you in, they’re not just “click to fuck”. You’re asking about their day, about work, about why they always order the same greasy thing from that food app even when they swear they’re going to “eat better”. Then, little by little, they start trusting you. Letting you decide what they eat, how much, when they skip the gym. Sometimes it’s honestly sweet: you comfort a stressed girl with a big meal and she melts a bit, leans on you, tummy peeking when she slumps on the couch. Other times it’s darker, like when you nudge someone past the point she’s comfortable with and she still says yes because you’re the one paying attention to her. The control side sneaks in there: you choosing her portions, you telling her she looks beautiful tied to a chair, arms behind her, cheeks full of cake, belly pushing out, and she’s half embarrassed, half turned on. There is a harem structure going on, but it never feels like some clean checklist. It’s messy, like juggling chats, trying not to mix up who likes being praised for getting thicker and who is still pretending this is “temporary stress weight” while you’re literally the one making sure it isn’t. At some point you realize you’re basically running a quiet little cult of comfort eating and pretty captives, and the wild part is how normal it all felt on the way there.