Loona landing in your lap already pissed off is honestly the best mood for this game. She’s not here to be “waifu of the year”, she’s here to snarl, roll her eyes, flirt like a bitch in heat and then act like it never happened. You get thrown into this weird spot where you’re half therapist, half horny tourist in Hell, trying to explain human dating to a hellhound who could rip your throat out or ride your dick in the same sentence. And it actually feels like a date sometimes, not just porn stuck between dialogue boxes. You’re picking answers, reading her reactions, watching her tail twitch when you accidentally say something that hits her soft side. Next second she’s calling you a perv and asking if you brought condoms, like it’s your fault you have eyes.

Art is what really sold me. Hand‑drawn, dirty in the right way, not that soulless AI mush. Lines are a little inconsistent now and then, and I like that, it feels like someone actually sat there, zoomed in too much in Clip Studio, and forgot to fix a finger. Her expressions go from annoyed little fang gremlin to full-on needy bitch in heat, and the animators really leaned into her being a werewolf type girl and not just “girl with dog ears”. Her thighs look heavy, her hips have that bounce, and when she climbs on top, the camera doesn’t shy away. You see drool, her tits press and deform against you, fur framing the angles, tongue out, eyes rolled back. There’s one scene where she’s riding and mocking your rhythm at the same time, and you get the choice to shut her up by grabbing her throat or pulling her closer for a kiss. Both are horny, just in different ways. The kiss option made her go all shy and then double down harder later, which is kinda hot and kinda annoying because she never admits she liked it.

The romance part sneaks up on you like a drunk text. You start just wanting to see Loona naked in this parody Helluva/Hazbin flavored setup, and suddenly you’re reading this dumb little line where she talks about how in Hell, “dates” usually end in blood or contracts, not cuddling on some crappy couch watching trash TV, and you’re like yeah ok, I’d actually hold this stupid wolf girl’s hand. Then the game hits you with a blowjob scene where she’s glaring up while drool and cum leak from her lips, and the romance melts back into pure porn again. Writing is rough around the edges, some lines feel like Google Translate had a hangover, but it matches her attitude somehow. She curses too much, repeats herself, calls you names, and that fits. I wish there was more slow build before the first sex scene, but at the same time the impatient rush is very “Loona” so it probably won’t change and I’ve accepted that. Still thinking about that one ending where she pretends she doesn’t care you picked the soft options, tail wagging like crazy in the background while she tells you she only did this to “blow off steam”. Sure, girl. Whatever you say.

Millie's got that thicc demon energy that hits different when you're supposedly dead but somehow hornier than ever. This Helluva Boss parody throws you into Hell's most dysfunctional assassination company where the mystery of your own demise takes backseat to getting spanked by cartoon demon girls with impossibly round asses. The whole "solve your death" plotline? Yeah, that gets real fuzzy when Mildred's bent over showing off assets that defy both physics and good taste.

What starts as detective work quickly devolves into pure horniness wrapped in familiar red-skinned characters doing things Vivienne Medrano definitely didn't approve for cable. The paranormal elements feel more like convenient excuses to get freaky with monster girls who somehow make being dead seem like the best career move you never made. Male protagonist stumbles through Hell like he's got permanent brain fog, which honestly tracks when every demon chick is packing heat in all the right places. The cheating mechanics add this weird guilt layer that shouldn't work but absolutely does - nothing says "I'm investigating my mysterious death" quite like raw-dogging your way through the entire I.M.P. roster.

The spanking scenes hit with that cartoon physics energy where asses jiggle like they're made of premium jello, and honestly? The 2D art style works better for this kind of degenerate content than any realistic approach could. Helluva Game knows exactly what it is - shameless fan service disguised as mystery solving, where the real mystery becomes how many demon girls you can corrupt before remembering you're supposed to be dead. The parody elements nail that irreverent Helluva Boss humor while cranking the sexual tension to levels that would make Blitzo blush. Sure, the plot about your death exists somewhere in there, but good luck caring when Millie's teaching you new definitions of "workplace harassment."

Horny little passion project about Loona? Yeah, that’s exactly what this feels like. It’s scrappy, kinda messy, and honestly that’s what I liked first. You start with this broke-ass medical student vibe, trying to pay rent in hell while babysitting Loona’s libido that went totally off the rails because her boss’s bullshit stress. It’s not some super polished corporate porn, it’s more like something a desperate perv coded instead of studying, which hits home for me because I’ve literally sat on Chaturbate with ten open tabs of half-finished stuff and one working toy. Same energy.

You click through scenes like a normal visual novel, but there’s this arousal level thing that keeps creeping up. At level one she’s already spicy, talking rough, tail swaying, giving you those “I’m pretending to be annoyed but I’m dripping” looks. Then, as you push her buttons with your choices and grind through the work week, the game lets you peek behind that bitchy facade more and more. High arousal turns her from snappy goth wolf into “if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to hump the damn couch” and it goes hard on that. There’s a blowjob scene where she pretends it’s no big deal, eyes half-lidded, drool on the shaft, and the dialogue still sounds like she’s roasting you. That mix of insult and need is nice. I mean, annoying. No, nice. I don’t know.

Rent mechanic is simple but kinda mean in a hot way. You go pick shitty jobs in hell to sc*** enough cash or you’re screwed. Sometimes you think “ok, I’ll just spam the easy one for quick money” and then you realize you missed a chance to hang out with her in some sleazy side location and unlock a new scene. Sucks. The game never pauses to explain everything like you’re stupid, it just throws you into choices: work here, flirt there, push her, back off, risk a bad ending or chase the good one where she’s actually… almost sweet? I say almost because she still talks like she wants to choke you with your own dick. In one path she blows you in this cramped room, still half dressed in one of the costumes, and you can see her piercings catching the light. The piercings and outfits are a whole other kink buffet. You’ve got a handful of costumes and extra clothes that don’t fit neatly into a set, so she occasionally shows up wearing some mismatched look that feels like she got dressed in someone else’s room. That’s hot in a trashy Tumblr way.

The costumes aren’t interactive like crazy, but they absolutely change the mood of the scene. One moment she’s slutty receptionist, next she looks like she just walked out of a club where everyone’s on something sticky. I kept expecting one more toggle like “ok now remove just this” and it’s not there, which annoyed me way more than it should. Like, you gave me piercings, now let me obsess over them. Still, some of the best bits are how her attitude shifts depending on how worked up she is. Quiet panting, eye-roll sex, full-on desperate grinding, all built off the same character, not some generic copy-paste model. It actually reminded me of when guys in chat tip like 2 dollars and expect a full custom show, but instead of me getting tired, the game makes *her* the one who’s like “fine, you want more? Then you better earn it.” It feels dirty and personal, while the story pretends to be about “paying rent” like that’s the point at all.