Apartment looks normal in the afternoon. Cheap rent, cracked wall, neighbor’s TV bleeding through the concrete, the usual city trash. Then the lights twitch once, your Spotify glitches, and suddenly you’ve got two naked ghosts in your living room arguing over who gets to sit on your lap first. The game just throws that at you, like, “yeah, this is fine.” They’re not the “booo I will kill you” type either. More like “I will ride your face and then maybe cry about my tragic past later.” You move back to your hometown thinking about CVs and boring job hunt hell, and instead you’re juggling spectral titties the size of your head and trying to remember which dialogue option raises which hidden stat. Honestly feels like Excel, but horny.

The daily loop is weirdly chill and horny at same time. You wake up, check your messages, maybe go out for a side gig to get some money, then come back to this cursed apartment where the real grind starts. One ghost leans into the shy, soft thing, boobs pressed against your back when you cook, acting like she “doesn’t know what a handjob is” while obviously knowing exactly how to milk your cock slow enough to make you beg. The other one? Gremlin energy. She floats upside down, skirt hanging, ass in your face, making fun of you for blushing while she wraps her toes around you and starts a footjob on the cheap sofa like it’s just another Tuesday. I had a moment where she literally popped through the wall while I was trying to sleep, sat on my chest, pinning me, and whispered in my ear that if I didn’t touch her she’d “haunt my balls.” That scene escalated into sloppy oral so fast I forgot I was supposed to be scared. The game calls itself horror, and yeah, some of the midnight events actually hit that creepy “why is the hallway longer than before” vibe, but then you’re groping a ghost’s huge tits in a dark bathroom while the mirror reflects nothing but your own hands. Honestly I got more scared of missing a route flag than of any jump scare.

The messy part is the sandbox structure. You kind of wander between work, random paranormal events, and slow unlocking of their “memories.” Each ghost has scenes gated behind affection, lust, and some mysterious value I still don’t fully get because I forgot to track one variable on my notes and now my spreadsheet looks like a crime board. One night you get a tender blowjob where she’s on her knees, drool running down your shaft while she tries to keep eye contact like it’s important for her soul or something, and the next night the same girl phases through the floor, grabs your dick from below the bed, and the game just calls it a “playful surprise.” I loved that. Actually, no, it annoyed me, because I could not figure out what time slot combo triggered it again. There is a tiny spirit thing that acts like a horny tutorial and lore dump, floating around telling you where to poke the curse, but half the time I ignored it and still got scenes to trigger, so I’m not even sure if it matters. Some routes feel polished, with multi-stage events, like the progression from clumsy handjob on the couch to her confidently riding you, tits bouncing so hard they clip through your view and you kind of forget it’s 2D, and other times you just get a short tease and nothing after. I kept waiting for more intense paranormal horror in the corridors, then got distracted because the busty ghost bent over the kitchen table and asked if you wanted to “test how solid her ass feels from behind.” So yeah. This apartment is a mess, the pacing is janky, the boobs are ridiculous, and I’m still counting flags like a nerd while getting sucked off by a dead girl who moans your name like you’re the only thing keeping her in this world.

This one feels like somebody smashed a cheesy slasher flick, a horny Halloween house party and a dirty family drama into one long, filthy night, then said “yeah ok, that’s enough plot, now fuck.” You’re in the male MC’s skin, walking around this spooky cabin vibe where Jason Voorhees is kind of there, kind of a joke, kind of actually fucked up and scary sometimes, and in between all that you’re just getting dragged into sex with women who absolutely should not be doing any of this with you. It’s that mix of horror parody and “oh shit this is actually kinda hot” that makes you forget you were supposed to be scared of the mask guy and suddenly you’re just staring at a huge pair of tits bouncing in animated loops.

The whole thing leans hard into curvy bodies. Not that soft “thicc” people put on Twitter and then it’s just a skinny model. I mean real heavy tits, big asses that fill the screen, bellies that jiggle a bit when they ride you. There’s a MILF with a body like she won every thick mom contest on the planet, a proper BBW who makes even simple stuff like a handjob feel like she’s swallowing you with her palms, and some younger women with the same “nobody in this family skipped dessert” genetics. You know that look when you open the game and instantly think “ok, this artist is an ass guy”? Yeah. That. The 3D style is a bit rough at times, faces look weird from some angles, but then you see the close up shot during a titfuck and you just forget to complain. Until you notice the one lamp in the background clipping through the wall and it pisses you off for like five seconds and then you lose it again when she starts spitting on your cock.

Sex scenes go from soft to absolutely filthy pretty fast. A little teasing, some clumsy flirting, and then bam, your dick is in someone’s mouth while a horror movie mask lies on the floor in the corner of the frame like it’s watching. There’s vaginal, anal, sloppy oral, classic “press her tits together and fuck the cleavage”, and the animations love staying on the angle where you really see how big her ass is smacking on your thighs. Interracial stuff too, not in some weird fetish-y text, just visually there, like “yeah he’s black, she’s white, now watch her get railed on the couch while something rattles outside the window.” The cheating angle comes in when you realize half of these women are absolutely not single, but nobody gives a shit because “oh no, it’s Halloween, we might die, better ride your cock for comfort.” And the incest thing… yeah, that’s in there, pretty shameless. It’s the usual “we’re way too close for this to be normal” setup, and if you’ve played more than two furry or human VN on itch.io or F95 you already know exactly how that energy feels. What stuck with me after was not Jason, not the horror jump scare, but that weird mix of laughing at the parody and then suddenly being way too turned on when a thick aunt, or maybe she was a step something, I kinda forgot, pushes you onto the bed and says she needs a treat. It’s messy and horny and a bit trashy, in that way that makes you open it in Chrome, swear you’re just gonna click through to see the joke reference to Friday the 13th, and then ten minutes later you’re watching cum drip between gigantic animated boobs thinking “ok, I get what this game really wanted from me.”

Dahlia’s Ordeal feels like watching an edgy late‑night fantasy cartoon that someone hacked and replaced half the scenes with porn and the other half with people getting hurt for real. The whole thing rides on this one girl, Dahlia, who looks like she should be the sweet fantasy princess type, but the game just keeps kicking her down the stairs, figuratively and sometimes almost literally. It starts kind of slow, like a normal mystery with creepy family tension, you walk around, click through dialogue, try to figure out who’s lying, and then suddenly the story grabs you by the throat with graphic violence and ugly family shit. One moment people are arguing in a quiet room with candlelight, next moment there’s blood on the floor and you’re wondering when exactly things went off the rails. The corruption angle is not subtle at all: she gets pushed, pressured, blackmailed, humiliated, then you get these choices where you can lean into it and make her act filthier, or try to keep her some kind of “good girl” while everything around her rots. Both roads are fucked, just in different flavors.

From the animation side, the cutscenes are rough in a way that kind of fits the story. You can feel the team is going for 2D comic vibes: sharp lines, expressive faces, a lot of close‑ups on eyes, lips, hands. During the oral scenes, the camera loves staying on her face, drool stringing down, mascara a bit wrecked, that kind of cheap but effective porn shot. There is one scene where Dahlia is on her knees in a dark corridor, forced to give a handjob while her uncle keeps talking about “family duty” and the camera doesn’t show penetration at all, just his hand in her hair and her fingers squeezing around his shaft in rhythm. The animation is slightly jittery, frames not always smooth, but that roughness weirdly makes it feel more uncomfortable, like you’re watching something you’re not supposed to see. And then you get a spanking cutscene where the sound design suddenly goes hard: the smack noises are sharp, skin gets red panel by panel, and the camera keeps cutting between her biting her lip and his hand raised again. They clearly had fun drawing bruises. Maybe too much fun.

Sexual harassment scenes are everywhere and honestly a bit exhausting. Guards grabbing her, hands on her thigh during “normal” conversations, people calling her names, using her as bargaining chip, all that trainer‑style slow breaking of a girl who started with some pride. And the story kind of teases “retribution” but keeps you hanging, so for a long time it’s just her being used: forced oral, shoved against walls, humiliation in front of people that should protect her. There’s one oral scene where the guy finishes on her face, then wipes it with his thumb and makes her lick it, and instead of going full porn glam the art keeps her looking small, a bit dead in the eyes. I liked that they didn’t glamorize the bloodier moments either; when graphic violence happens, it’s messy, quick, and not “cool”. Sometimes the expressions go wonky, like she looks cross‑eyed during a serious line, or hands are weird, and UI text boxes clip into the art in a way that made me stare more at the font than her tits. Also whoever chose that notification sound should be in jail, it pings at the worst moments and I kept thinking Discord was open. The cheating angle is there too, half‑whispered: people fucking behind backs, Dahlia being pushed into acts that betray what little family loyalty she still has, but the game never stops to moralize. It just lets the ugliness sit on the screen. I kept waiting for a soft, wholesome scene, like a break, a bath, a hug. It never really comes.

Fashion Spice looks harmless at first, like one more glossy fetish about models with huge tits fighting for the camera, but the game is way more fucked up and strangely smart about how it turns “levelling” into corruption. You start as this pretty regular guy tossed into the fashion agency circus, and the first “stats” you really feel aren’t your strength or charisma, it’s how deep you let yourself sink into the agency’s filth. Every scene is kind of a choice between staying human or becoming the kind of bastard the agency clearly wants. Except, little by little, the game rewards you more when you pick the bastard options. That’s the eroge style gamification here: the more you give in, the more the world opens, more girls, more monsters, more backstage privileges, more private shows in dark corridors with too much red light and not enough clothes.

What I liked is how the sex is not just thrown in like “ok, you clicked flirt, here’s generic blowjob.” There’s this scene early on with a shy new model, she’s supposed to do a lingerie test shoot. If you play it gentle, you get cute romance: slow undressing, tongue-heavy kissing, hands on her big ass, simple vaginal sex on the studio couch, kind of vanilla but sweet. If you pressure her a bit, flirt right on the edge, the system flags that in background and suddenly later on she shows up in some “special casting” where a tentacle horror from the agency’s basement “sponsors” new talent. That scene is a wild mix of fear and arousal, multiple penetration, one slick tentacle filling her ass while another pushes a toy inside her and she’s still trying to pretend she’s doing it “for the job.” It’s creepy as hell and hot at same time, like the game is trolling your conscience. The horror tag really shows when you realize those moaning, animated loops in the ritual room actually react to your past choices, not just play randomly. There is a lesbian path with one of the older MILF models that is way too short though, it builds up with all that teasing in the dressing room, mutual masturbation in front of the mirror, tongue work, nails on skin, then it kind of rushes to creampie with a guy in the next event instead of letting the girls breathe more. You get oral sex scenes where the girl is half terrified of what the agency will do if she refuses, then a moment later she’s riding you like a porn pro, and the game just shrugs like, “yeah, that’s showbiz, baby.” Choices really change who ends kneeling in a group sex shoot, who ends screaming in some bloody, tentacle-filled backstage nightmare, who actually falls in love, but the mobile UI makes some menus feel like using early Instagram on a broken phone, especially when your log of encounters gets cluttered. Still, you’re tracking “trust,” “submission,” weird occult “devotion” values, but none of that is explained cleanly; you just notice that the more a girl lets you grope her in crowded hallways or suck you off between two catwalks, the more the story paths twist into dark romance instead of just quick porn scenes. I kept telling myself I’d aim for the soft, romantic route, protect the girls, but the moment I unlocked the first full-on monster gangbang under the runway, with tentacles plugging every hole and cum dripping on designer shoes, I forgot all that moral stuff pretty fast. The pacing is like a messy house party where some rooms are chill, some rooms are outright satanic, and sometimes you open a door expecting anal and get a psychological horror cutscene instead. If you want to squeeze every dirty drop out of it, poke at the seemingly “wrong” answers, save before big choices, and never trust a contract that comes with champagne and a smile.