You wake up in this weird in‑between place that feels like someone smashed a porn studio, a nerd convention and a haunted house together and forgot to clean up the lore. Nobody is surprised you just popped in from some random reality. They’re more interested in your dick, your schedule, and whether you sign the consent forms. It’s all very casual. People wander around half-dressed, fully naked, or in outfits that probably break like three different labor laws, but everyone treats it like just another workday. You’re the new guy with way too much freedom and way too little supervision, which is exactly how the game likes it.

The whole thing plays like a lazy day on your phone when you should be answering emails but instead you’re switching between Pornhub, F95, and Telegram. One minute you’re flirting with a stacked milf who has that “I’ve ruined men before” vibe, next minute you accidentally wander into a horror-themed set where a monster girl is chained up for a scene and asks if you want to “rehearse” the tentacle bit. There’s this nice rhythm where you can just walk around, peek into rooms, catch people mid-blowjob or bent over a couch, and decide if you want to join, watch from the dark corner, or act like a professional and go buy coffee. Nobody forces you into anything, which is honestly kinda hot when some cocky actress rolls her eyes and goes “Then don’t, I’ve got five more guys on call.” The power fantasy is there, but it doesn’t hold your hand. You pick who you chase, who you ignore, who you keep as that one late-night regular you always come back to for a quick creampie before touching anything else.

What sells it for me is how filthy it goes without pretending to be classy. You’ve got big tits stuffed into outfits three sizes too small, big asses that just beg for a hard slap, anal scenes that start with teasing and end with “okay, that looked like it hurt but she’s smiling so fine.” There’s straight stuff, lesbian scenes where two girls forget the camera and just devour each other, some surprisingly tender gay content that makes the male MC feel more like a real perv than a porn robot, and then those group things where everyone is on everyone and you basically give up trying to label what’s happening and just enjoy the mess. The voyeur side is strong too; half of my early game was just me peeking through windows or pretending to look for props while people got railed in the background. There’s this old gilf studio manager who flirts so aggressively you kind of hope she finally drags you into her office and “negotiates your contract” on her desk, but she keeps getting interrupted by some stupid production issue and it drove me insane. And then you forget because a monster girl with horns and drool on her chin asks if you wanna try something “unsafe for YouTube but perfect for here,” and suddenly you’re on your knees, nobody’s talking about contracts anymore, and your only real problem is deciding which of these insane people you’re going to keep in your personal little harem ending once you’ve seen enough to know exactly how wrong this place can get in the best possible way.

There is something a bit fucked about walking into “your” apartment and your first real conversation is with a ghost that wants to blow you. Not in a fun, fluffy hentai way either. The game sets you up as this unlucky guy from the Devos bloodline, and the place already feels wrong before anything actually happens. Lights flicker, those cheap 3D shadows slide over the walls like they know your name, and then, boom, you look in the bathroom mirror and there’s a pale thing behind you that looks half depressed boy, half succubus. It smiles, and you’re thinking “ok, jumpscare?” but no. It kneels. That whole scene is animated with this weird slow hunger, and it’s honestly more uncomfortable than most horror movies on Netflix. In a good way, if you are into that mix of dread and dick worship.

The story pretends to be about solving a family curse, reading notes on your tablet, digging through old messages and voice memos your father left you, trying to understand who started all this paranormal shit. But the game keeps distracting you with horny ghosts and monster girls that do not respect personal space. You open a locked door with this simple puzzle and a ghost girl with empty eyes rushes up to you, sniffs your neck, then quietly asks if she can “taste living seed again.” That escalates fast into you pinned against the wall, her mouth deep on you, gagging and drooling, then suddenly she shifts on top and you are buried inside her while the UI is still pretending you’re investigating clues. At one point a femboi spirit in tattered underwear crawls out from under the bed, wraps your waist with this thin, shaky body, and just sinks down on you, riding in total silence while distant knocking sounds start in the hallway. Your MC is trying to ask “who cursed the Devos line?” while he is balls deep in a ghost that keeps tightening around him like it wants to drag his soul out through his cock. The game does not fade to black, it shows creampies in full detail, cum spilling from ghost holes that are not even supposed to be physically real. And then, after all that, the apartment goes quiet again, and you’re left scrolling through old diary pages on your phone, dripping, trying to pretend this is still about “mystery” and “romance” and not about how many times the dead can milk you before you finally understand why your whole bloodline is cursed.

You wake up as this pale girl in a filthy underground “medical” room, wearing almost nothing, with tubes in your arm and some creep’s blood bags hanging around. The first thing that hits harder than the jump scare is the camera slowly zooming on your face when you realize the blood smells good. Not “hospital good”. Dick‑hardening good. Pussy‑throbbing good. It’s not shy about it. The game just locks you there for a while and lets you stare at that one dripping bag, and I swear that scene lasts too long, but in a nice sick way. That’s when it clicks: alright, I’m a vampire, I’m starving, and every person I see is either a snack or a fucktoy or both. After that, it just throws you in this big modern city where all the lights look too bright and every human heartbeat sounds like porn BGM. They pretend it’s a normal “arrive in the city, get clothes, find job, meet people” start, but under that it’s basically a slow horror build where you keep wondering if you are about to suck someone off or tear their throat out. Sometimes both. The story keeps dropping small weird details like people scared of ancient myths, news about mutilated bodies, a girl with almost yellow eyes who stares at you a bit too long on the subway. You keep thinking “ok this will explode later” and then it… doesn’t. At least not yet. That’s kind of hot too, like edging with plot.

Sex scenes don’t rain from the sky right away, and I actually liked that, which is funny because I also hated it when I was horny and clicking through dialogue like a degenerate who has three other tabs open with Pornhub, xHamster and Discord. When they finally let Kyra get off, it goes from zero to “I’m fingering myself in a stranger’s bathroom while trying not to bite through my own lip” really fast. There’s one masturbation scene in a crappy rental apartment, blinds half broken, city noises outside, where she’s trying to stay quiet because her new roommate is on the couch. The camera spends a ridiculous amount of time on her thighs tensing, not even on the pussy. I kept thinking “move down, move down” and at the same time I was kinda happy it didn’t. Like, the tease is better than the shot sometimes. Then you get group situations later where things stop being gentle. There’s this club scene, shitty techno, neon everywhere, and you end up in a back room with too many hands on your body, mouths on your neck, someone’s cock rubbing your inner thigh while another girl is kissing your jaw. You can either lean into the “I’m the hungry monster, use them” vibe, or just drown under them, and both paths feel dirty in different ways. The oral stuff is nice and messy, spit and blood mixing, and the game doesn’t flinch from graphic violence when you finally stop holding back and rip someone open like a meat toy. The weirdest, most memorable bit for me was when you wake up after a kill, covered in dried blood, and you realize you came while doing it. They don’t overexplain it. No long monologue. Just her staring at her hands, shaking, then getting horny again when she smells herself. It’s fucked. It’s kind of romantic too, in a twisted way. And no, I’m not going to talk about that alley scene with the monster girl, the one where you’re not sure if you’re dominating or being milked. That thing is stuck in my head for all the wrong reasons and I’ll probably still think about it in a week while pretending I opened Chrome for “emails”.

Broken main guy on the street, trash bag for a pillow, dead eyes, and then this girl Valerie just drops into his life like some horny ghost of Christmas depression. That is pretty much the tone here. It looks like a TV show your phone decided to fuck you with: tight shots on faces, long pauses, zero narrator holding your hand. You’re just tossed between wet alleys, cheap neon, and weird quiet rooms where people say way too much with almost no words. It’s a mobile thing, yeah, but it doesn’t feel like the usual “tap to see boob” junk. You watch these animated scenes play out and you poke at choices, trying to guess what’s under everyone’s skin. Sometimes you’re staring at a massive pair of tits bouncing in a dirty motel bed while the guy is mentally drowning in guilt, and sometimes you’re just looking at Valerie smoking in silence and it’s somehow hotter than the actual sex.

The game loves to tease. Valerie has this thick ass and heavy tits that are clearly made to distract you, but half the time the camera hangs on her eyes instead of her curves, so when you finally get her naked it hits harder. There’s a sex scene in an abandoned building where the wind is howling outside, broken windows, weird blue light, and she climbs on top of him, riding him slow, and the whole time you feel like something is watching from the darkness. It’s not just porn pasted on top of horror wallpaper, it’s like the horror is breathing down your neck while she moans. Penetration is right there, no shy angles, you see her body take it, but then her expression flickers for a second, like she’s not fully there, like maybe this is about more than just getting him off. The mystery stuff comes in quietly, tiny details in the background, odd symbols, strange music cues. It never shouts “woo spooky cult” in your face, but your brain starts going “ok what the fuck is that” while you’re supposed to be focused on the blowjob.

Romance is messy here, in a good way and in a fucked up way. Valerie feels soft and dangerous at the same time, one moment pressing her tits against him for comfort, next moment looking like she’d sell his soul if it meant surviving one more night. There’s this scene where they curl up in a blanket under some bridge, sharing body heat, clearly horny, clearly broken, and they start kissing like they’re trying to erase the world. When he slides into her, the game doesn’t cut away, you see everything, her ass bouncing, her legs around his waist, but the mood is half porn, half funeral. The mystical angle sneaks into those quiet moments, like when the city sounds vanish for a second and the music drops into this eerie, almost holy tone while they fuck. It feels like something wants him to let go of his past through sex, which is both hot and a bit creepy. It’s not clean, not polished, sometimes the timing is weird, a line lands awkward, a transition is sudden, but that roughness kind of matches a story about a man who lives in the gutter and still ends up balls deep in a woman who might be his salvation or just another ghost he’s trying to cum through.