Guy in his twenties lands in the city, thinks he’s in some romcom, then the game grabs his dick and his heart at the same time and starts twisting both. You play as him, obviously, and on the surface it’s the usual “met the perfect girl, my life is finally starting” mood. She’s sweet, big soft ass that bounces in every scene, that shy smile where you know she’ll suck you off if you push just a bit. At first you just hang out, kiss, slow hand on her thigh on the couch, that kind of horny-but-trying-to-be-respectful vibe. Then the corruption stuff quietly sneaks in, and suddenly every innocent moment has someone in the background whispering poison in her ear or trying to get your balls in a vice. It goes from romance VN to “how many people can fuck with my relationship at once” in like two clicks.

The wild part is how horny and petty everyone feels. There’s this bitchy cousin who pretends to “look out for her” while basically trying to prove you’re a loser. She catches you in one half-compromising situation and instantly starts playing power games: “I won’t tell her… if you do exactly what I say.” Next scene she’s making you get on your knees in some cramped bathroom, calling you pathetic while you’re hard as rock, snapping pics with her phone like she’s collecting trophies. Or that office boss type who looks like she walked out of some spicy Instagram feed, real model face, perfect makeup, big tits pressed against your arm as she explains your “career options”. You think it’s just flirting until she straight up threatens your job if you don’t let her spit on you and use your tongue like a toy under her desk. The female domination vibe isn’t soft here, it’s very “you are mine or I ruin you”, but at the same time the game lets you enjoy it way too much. You get humiliation scenes where you’re forced to watch some smooth-talking futa neighbor wrap her hand around your girl’s throat while sliding her cock between your girlfriend’s lips, and you’re stuck in the corner, pants down, ordered to jerk to it and not cum. One moment you’re protecting her, next moment you’re kneeling behind that same futa, eating her ass while she lazily guides your girlfriend’s mouth up and down her shaft, slow deep oral, gagging sounds right in stereo. There’s playful stuff too, like your girl trying to act tough while you smack her ass until it turns red and she slips and calls you “sir” without even noticing, then later some other girl uses that same word to turn it all around and make you the toy. Everyone is corrupting everyone. It feels dirty and kind of mean and then suddenly sweet again when you’re lying in bed with your girlfriend, kissing her forehead, wondering if she’s thinking about you or about that moment where she let someone else spit in her mouth and moan your name by mistake. The game keeps poking at that line between “I’m losing her” and “maybe she likes being ruined with me watching”, and somehow that hits harder than any simple porn gallery. You keep clicking just to see how far they can drag both of you down without actually saying the relationship is dead.

This one hits like a fucked up Valentine’s card somebody dipped in blood and spit on. Oridelle is not a “heroine,” she is a girl who died, got dragged back, and now thinks the only reason she exists is to suck off the guy who saved her. That’s the whole emotional center of the game: her on her knees, him on the throne, and you sitting there clicking through that sick loop of “thank you for saving me, please use me again.” It feels almost too intimate sometimes, like reading someone’s horny therapy diary that got infected by a horror manga. The tone flips a lot. One minute she is this soft, almost cute corpse-girl whispering how grateful she is, and three lines later she is giggling like a brain-poisoned bimbo about how her mouth is “perfect for him” and nothing else matters. It is erotic, yeah, but there is this rotten taste under it, like you bit into candy and it was raw meat.

The horror wraps itself around the sex instead of fighting it. Every time she drags herself back to that coffin, body resetting, clothes fixing, face going back to the “normal” Oridelle, it feels like watching a save file overwrite a human being. She goes out, gets broken a little more, comes back, looks the same. Inside she is not the same. You can feel the split getting wider, her real self trapped under this shiny, porn-brain alter ego that thinks being his perfect cocksleeve is holy work. Some scenes are almost boring in how focused they are on his dick and her mouth, and then suddenly one line pops where she begs him to call her by a name he gave her, not her own, and it hits harder than the actual blowjob. The game keeps telling you, quietly, that she is already dead, just not all at once. And still you keep clicking, because the pacing is like a slow, dripping faucet you kind of hate but keep staring at. Sometimes the writing leans too hard into “bimbo talk” and loses that fragile, tragic vibe I liked at the start, but then there is a moment where she hesitates before opening her lips and it all comes back. I wish there was a way to pull her out, to give her a route where she looks at him and says “no,” but the whole point is that she will not. She crawls back, every time, happy to be used, proud of how empty she can become for him, and that is what makes the whole thing stay in your head after you close the tab and pretend you are just going to check Twitter.

This League parody hits different when you realize how unpolished it actually is, but somehow that makes the whole experience more authentic? Like, you're texting with Akali who's apparently into getting roasted for feeding, and the dialogue feels genuinely awkward in that realistic way where someone's clearly getting off on being called trash at the game. The phone interface is basic as hell - we're talking bare-bones messaging that looks like it was coded in a weekend, but honestly that just adds to the illusion that you're actually sexting some random League player who happens to be your waifu.

What gets weird is the Xayah/Rakan dynamic where you're supposedly stealing her away right in front of him. The game doesn't really commit to this premise though - one minute you're dominating some feeder Akali through chat, next you're somehow involved in this love triangle situation that feels completely disconnected. The writing jumps around like the developer had three different fantasies and just mashed them together without caring about coherence. But fuck it, sometimes that's exactly what you want from these things. The teasing mechanics are pretty straightforward - you pick responses that either escalate the humiliation or play into the romantic drama, and the characters react accordingly. Nothing groundbreaking but it does what it says on the tin.

Actually wait, I completely forgot about the male domination angle until just now. Yeah, that's definitely the core theme running through everything, whether you're putting Akali in her place for inting your ranked game or asserting yourself in the Xayah situation. The consent stuff gets murky in that typical porn game way where everyone's immediately into whatever you're doing, which... look, it's fantasy fulfillment, not a documentary about healthy relationships. Still feels worth mentioning that these characters go from zero to submissive pretty damn quick without much buildup.

The story kicks off in a way that feels almost accidental - like you weren’t supposed to see this world, but now you’re too deep to leave. You’re Jevan, a dark elf with too many secrets and not enough patience for anyone’s bullshit. The city of Mizea looks alive, breathing in its own filth and luxury at the same time. One alley smells like spice and perfume, the next like blood and sweat. Everyone wants something from you - gold, flesh, loyalty - and most of them don’t ask nicely. The game doesn’t hold your hand; it just throws you into a mess of power plays, mind tricks, and people who’d rather kneel than think for themselves. It’s not romantic. It’s raw, a bit cruel, and weirdly hot in that “I shouldn’t enjoy this” kind of way.

What really sticks is how it mixes the fantasy and the filth. You’ve got magic circles glowing under trembling bodies, whispered spells that make someone moan instead of scream, and that feeling of control that’s both intoxicating and a little scary. There’s a lot of domination, sure, but it’s not cartoonish - it’s more psychological, like watching someone slowly give up their will because they *want* to. The animations hit that sweet spot between rough and elegant; you can tell the devs cared about the rhythm of every scene. One moment you’re interrogating a traitor, the next you’re making her confess with her body instead of words. It’s messed up, but damn if it doesn’t pull you in.

You’ll probably find yourself staring too long at the details - the way skin catches light, the tiny expressions when shame turns into desire. Sometimes it’s uncomfortable, sometimes it’s addictive. The story pretends to be about politics and revenge, but it’s really about control - who has it, who loses it, and why that loss can feel better than victory. It’s the kind of game that makes you question whether you’re the predator or the one being played. Maybe both.