The sudden emergence of yokai during the Heian Era, their goal was to wipe out humanity and claim the earth as their own. But those who hungered to become Demon Slayers were chosen, tasked with mastering the soul’s power and wielding blades against evil. As one of the newest demon slayers, your mission is to confront a threat found sleeping deep within the Abandoned Shrine. What seemed like a simple job quickly turns savage as the Oni unleashes brutal fury on your body and more. Otoshina, the Green Oni guarding the shrine, carves a merciless and jagged path. Darkness clings to her and the secrets she holds are twisted and strange. Dive deep into this wicked tale where ancient demons clash with human willpower. Fight through waves of monstrous attacks that test every inch of your body and soul. Every strike of your blade could be the difference between surviving and becoming prey. Uncover hidden truths buried beneath centuries of myth and bloodshed. Will you master your soul’s pressure and overcome the terrifying Oni, or will you become just another forgotten victim? Step into the shoes of a demon slayer and carve your bloody path through this hellish nightmare. The shrine waits, its secrets hungry for unveiling, and Otoshina’s wrath eager to be unleashed. Are you ready to face the grotesque, the brutal, and the forbidden in this savage battle for survival?.

LuckCase looks like it was written by someone who lost a bet and had to make a horny visual novel instead of fixing their life, and honestly that’s kind of its charm. You play this guy who’s basically a walking disaster, the kind of dude who would trip over air and flash his porn tabs to the whole office by mistake. He stumbles into the forest because of some old rumor about a wish‑granting creature and, of course, it’s a succubus with tits that look like they have their own gravity. She doesn’t just say “I’ll fix your life”, she offers a pact that’s more like “I’ll fix your life, but your dick is now part of the contract”. From there it’s just this chain of situations where your “new luck” keeps throwing you into sexual trouble with every woman around you. It’s not subtle at all. One second you’re trying to talk normal, next second the camera is right on her thighs while she’s leaning in to “check your aura” and you both know that’s not what she’s checking. The game pretends it’s about fate, but really it’s about how many times you can almost lose your soul because a horny demon gives you bedroom eyes and calls you “pet” in that fake innocent anime tone.

What surprised me, it’s not just straight porn scenes pasted together. Sometimes you click a dialogue option thinking “this is the safe one” and bam, you’re suddenly in this incredibly awkward half‑nude moment with your shy classmate, both of you blushing like idiots because your pact with the succubus twisted the situation into something dirty. I liked how the strict boss is written too, she’s the type who scolds you for being late while the text box is literally describing how your eyes keep dragging to the tight skirt, and if you choose the wrong apology she doesn’t fire you, she corners you and starts “discipline” in her office chair. There’s this one scene in the forest again, later, where the succubus is jealous you’re getting along too well with the other girls, so she pretends she’s just giving you a status update on the contract, but gradually the conversation turns into this slow, teasing blowjob where she’s asking if you “really prefer mortals” while never letting you answer properly. Little touch I liked: some of the so‑called comedy bits are actually pretty lewd, like you slipping on a puddle and ending up face first between someone’s thighs, and she’s torn between yelling and grinding a bit before pushing you away. The romance angle is messy and kind of cute, except when it isn’t, because the game doesn’t mind pushing you into morally questionable stuff under the excuse of “bad luck changing to good luck”. I wish it let you be a bit more of a bastard or a bit more pure instead of always dragging you back to horny middle ground, but it won’t, the succubus keeps nudging things so you never escape the harem chaos. Still, when she leans in, her tongue tracing your ear while she whispers how every little wish you make just feeds her more, it’s very hard to care about consistency.

Angel is the kind of girl who still says “sorry” when someone gropes her in the train, which is exactly why this city eats her alive. She’s this cute redhead trying so hard to be “good” while the whole place is basically a hunting ground for frustrated creeps. You start with her doing little everyday stuff that should be boring, like taking the train, doing classes, helping at home, but it never stays normal. Every routine quickly turns filthy. Guy “accidentally” rubbing his crotch against her in a packed wagon, professor sliding his hand over her thigh while pretending to help her with an exam, landlord walking into the shower like it’s his house, not hers. And the worst part is how often the game lets you pretend it’s all just a misunderstanding. If you want. If you don’t, it becomes exactly what it looks like.

The bar is the main playground. It’s not some cool stylish place, just a tired, sticky-floor hole full of drunks who have nothing better to do than stare at Angel’s ass while she carries beers. You’re bussing tables, trying not to spill glasses, playing these stupid little minigames to keep up with orders, but your real focus is on where the hands are going. A guy pats the seat and tells you to sit on his lap “just for a second,” and the game throws you a choice that looks small. Sit and smile to keep the tips flowing, or pretend you didn’t hear. Both feel bad in different ways. Same with the classic “if you bend a bit lower while wiping, I’ll tip better.” Thing is, it’s not one big decision. It’s a thousand tiny ones, and after a while it’s hard to say which moment was the first time you actually crossed a line. There’s this one scene where you’re carrying a tray, the bar is crowded, and some asshole slips his hand up your skirt right in front of everyone. The screen narrows your options to stupid things like “keep walking” or “yell at him,” and neither stops his fingers from already being there. That felt too real, in a messed up way.

What I liked is that even away from the bar, the game doesn’t magically chill. Going home in the evening has its own flavor of harassment, random guys at the bus stop, that creepy neighbor pretending he’s “just checking the mail.” Inside her house isn’t safe either, the landlord has that slime energy of “I pay for this, you know” and he acts like her body is part of the rent. You get choices that feel unfair, like letting him watch TV with her in a towel because she has no clean clothes, or locking herself in the room and risking “punishment” later. Half the time I picked the “safer” choice and still felt like shit. The game is not subtle about the fetish side, it’s full of public groping, forced “accidents,” blackmail, that whole corruption fantasy where morality slowly slips away. But it also nails that specific humiliation of pretending everything is normal while someone fingers you under the table at work. There’s roleplay bits too where Angel starts leaning into it if you push her that way, using the bar as an excuse to dress sluttier or flirt harder for tips, and even then the world doesn’t suddenly turn respectful, it just gets bolder. It’s messy, sometimes annoying, kind of repetitive in places, but it feels like it really understands this particular fantasy of being a “good girl” trapped in a city that refuses to let her stay that way.

Laundry running, kid finally asleep, I open this thing on my old Chromebook like I’m checking Gmail, but no, it’s that angel game again. The one where “guardian angel” doesn’t mean cute fluffy wings and Bible stories, but huge cocky bastard from heaven who shows up at a normal school and casually treats everyone like little toys. It looks like some chill school story at first, text boxes and character portraits, nothing crazy, so if someone walks behind you it almost passes for regular visual novel, until the angel starts talking about how he could crush the whole town under his feet if he got bored. The power fantasy flips so hard it feels like I’m the fragile one, not in some emotional deep way, just literally tiny meat bag standing in front of a smug god with a dick that probably has its own gravity field. The writing is kinda goofy sometimes, like you can feel it’s an indie thing, but then there’s this scene where he grows mid-conversation and the camera just keeps “zooming” text-wise, like they describe students staring up his abs, then his chest, then his face way above, and I’m suddenly way too turned on to care about grammar or if the background art loops.

There’s this path where one of the students tries to act all tough, like “we’re the chosen class, we can handle responsibility” and the angel just laughs in his face and pins him with one toe, not even full foot, just the toe, and talks about how easy it is to make humans obey if you press just a little harder. That scene ruined my focus for the rest of the night, I kept alt-tabbing between this and my budgeting sheet on Google Sheets, pretending I’m doing something useful while reading about some holy bully slowly making boys accept they’re small, weak, and honestly kinda into it. Sometimes the jokes land weird, like they’ll crack a silly school gag right after a pretty brutal humiliation moment, which threw me off, and one dialog choice felt pointless, I clicked the “defy him” option and it still curved back to the same outcome, but then the next scene where he makes them look up at his growing size and describe every little change in his body, that had me clenching the chair harder than I want to admit. The nice thing is it doesn’t waste time with 10 hours of buildup, it’s short, direct, like “here’s the premise, here’s the angel, now watch him play god with horny teenagers who don’t know if they want to worship him or run away”. I keep telling myself I’ll just replay one route while the washing machine finishes, then I’m sitting there with wet clothes still inside, reading about some kid realizing that “guardian” doesn’t mean “protector”, it means “owns your ass spiritually and physically” and my to-do list goes straight to hell.

This one starts quiet. Not horny-chaos-from-second-one, more like slow boil. You’re this young acolyte in a tiny mountain village, technically there to “serve the gods” and “keep the sacred balance” and all that formal crap, but after like ten minutes it’s very clear the real job is getting tangled up with muscular divine men who have way too much body hair and zero sense of personal space. It feels like a romantic stats spreadsheet that accidentally grew a dick. You run around doing rituals, picking dialogue options, watching your “bond” values crawl up like you’re tracking conversion rates in Google Sheets, except every successful “ritual” ends with you pinned to an altar by some mythic beefcake who looks like he could bench press the whole temple and your character is just… letting him.

The vibe is surprisingly cozy before it gets filthy. The gods aren’t these distant glowing things, they’re big guys with scars, fat cocks and weird insecurities. One of them talks like he’s a grumpy uncle, huge chest, hairy belly, thick arms, and then once you choose a bold response instead of the submissive one he slams you against the shrine wall. That escalated fast and I loved it. You start to notice little patterns: be too polite with the storm god and you get one kind of scene, push back and suddenly he chokes you lightly while he fucks you on the temple floor, thunder outside like some overdramatic porn soundtrack. It’s all text and vibes, but the way it describes weight, warmth, the way your thighs shake after he finishes inside you, it’s not coy at all. I actually had to pause a route because my brain was trying to calculate which affection threshold triggered the anal scene while my dick was like “shut up, we’re busy”.

The writing jumps between sweet and trashy in a funny way. One moment you’re helping fix a prayer banner and talking about duty and devotion, next moment that same “gentle” god has you straddling his lap, his cock grinding between your cheeks while he whispers that a devoted acolyte offers his whole body, not just his hands. There are small mechanics that you start to min-max without even thinking: like which nightly duty to take, which offering to pick, how “pure” you pretend to be in public. I kept a stupid Excel sheet open tracking which answers gave intimacy points and which unlocked what, then I blew one of the big endings because I got greedy and went for one more sex-heavy choice with the other god. Suddenly the “husband” style route snapped, and the guy who had been all soft and protective basically looked at me like I was a slutty tourist in his temple. Still fucked me, rougher than before, but the epilogue text hit different. That walk-of-shame paragraph where the villagers bow to you while you’re sore and know you technically saved them but kinda broke your main relationship? That stuck more than any cum detail.

It’s lewd as hell without feeling like a cheap porn generator. When a scene says he pushes deep, it lingers on stretch and breath and how your legs tremble, not just the finishing line. There’s one altar scene where your acolyte is on his back, robes pushed up, the god holding your ankles up high so your hole is exposed to the candlelight, and he just… takes his time, tracing your rim with his thumb while you squirm and try not to beg. That whole thing is like fifteen screens long and I remember more about the way it built up tension than about who was technically “on top” in the lore. Also, tiny nerd complaint: the save slots are labeled in a slightly weird way and I keep overwriting the wrong branch, which made me replay the same blowjob under the waterfall three times. Not that I’m mad about that specific scene, the description of water running down his abs while he holds your head and groans is stupidly hot, but still. I keep forgetting which path I’m planning, then some god with thick thighs and a smug smile shows up and all the careful “route optimization” goes out the window and I’m just clicking the option that sounds like “yes, ruin me, holy daddy”.

Akira is the kind of walking disaster protagonist I like: dude’s broken, horny, and way too easy to manipulate. His girl Yuki died in a car crash, and he’s stuck in that grief spiral where your brain mixes sex and pain until it feels the same. Then he ends up at this creepy Kagetsu mansion with his hot professor Akane, who has that strict academic vibe that screams “I grade your papers and your stamina.” The place looks dead, rotten, like nobody has lived there in forever. But when Akira sleeps, the whole thing flips. Suddenly the mansion is alive and pretty again, servants walking around, warm lights, soft carpets, all that fake safety feeling. And in that dream version, there’s Sayuri, the elegant hostess who talks like she knows every dirty thought you had at puberty, her obedient maid Mizuki, and her daughter Momiji who is way too sweet in a place that smells like a curse. Oh, and Yuki. Back from the dead. Smiling. Breathing. Moaning. Not rotting. You feel it right away: this place is wrong as fuck, but in a way your dick is very okay with.

The fun thing is how the game makes you sit in Akira’s messed up head. One scene he’s holding Yuki, absolutely convinced this is his second chance, clinging to her like she’ll vanish if he blinks. Next scene he’s in the real ruined mansion, sweating, mind full of weird whispers and flashes of Sayuri’s eyes looking at him like he’s already owned. The erotic bits hit harder because they’re tangled with guilt: when Yuki is on top of him, begging him not to leave her again, you almost forget there’s something rotten behind her smile. Then the game undercuts it with small details, like the way the wallpaper pattern twitches at the corner of the screen, or how her voice overlaps with another woman’s for half a line. It’s not jumpscare horror, more that slow “why is my boner making me feel unsafe” vibe. There are routes, choices, all that usual visual novel stuff, but the nice part is how it likes to tease you with the “good” path where you can save Yuki, then quietly push you closer to this fucked up god in the mansion that clearly wants more than just your soul. Sometimes the pacing drags and a scene talks in circles, but then suddenly you get a moment like Mizuki kneeling in the hallway, collar on, reciting some ritual text while her hands shake, and it hooks you right back into that mix of ritual, sex, and fear. By the time you notice that every “comfort” scene is just another chain around Akira’s neck, you already picked the choice that tightens it.