It begins like it wants to be about family, but then it just… doesn’t behave. That first evening, when David stares too long at his coworker’s neckline, the game pretends it’s about choice, though every click exposes a new shade of self-deception. There’s something oddly literary about watching these people unravel: both of them pretending they’re still in control while the text just keeps baiting you with small, filthy possibilities that feel too intimate to resist. I remember getting stuck on a scene where Anna walks past the neighbor’s window wearing basically nothing, because she’s bored, or angry, or maybe trying to remember she’s desired. You don’t know. The narration doesn’t tell you. And that’s the best part - it’s dirty, but also confusing, like real jealousy. You’ll think you hate everyone in it, then suddenly feel sorry when someone moans at the wrong moment.

Sometimes it feels like reading a private diary someone left open on Steam by mistake. There’s a quiet, slow burn at first - teasing, staring, little violations that shouldn’t matter - but the pacing keeps tripping over its own guilt. The erotic bits come fast, almost abrupt, and the author doesn’t even try to clean them up. It’s clumsy in spots: a sloppy handjob described with too much sincerity, an argument that ends with spanking and shame instead of resolution. The whole cheating thread gives that sickly pleasure where you’re complicit but can’t stop. When pregnancy slips into the plot, it doesn’t feel planned - like the story just lost its way in the middle of the night and forgot what moral it was chasing. Someone on the dev’s Discord said it’s “romance with rot,” and that weirdly fits. You can tell it was written by a person who doesn’t trust love but still wants to taste it through someone else’s mess.

I think what kept me playing wasn’t the sex at all (though there’s milking - take that however you like), but the voyeuristic awkwardness. You’re watching a marriage decompose in slow motion and occasionally pressing “Continue” just to see if they’ll humiliate themselves even deeper. It’s ugly, honest, sometimes hot, sometimes exhausting. I closed the window and still caught myself thinking about Anna’s face when she realizes someone’s watching.

You start with this half-dead hotel that looks like it smells of cheap cleaner and old sex, and somehow it becomes this weird little universe where every floor has a different flavor of horny drama. It looks like a normal dating sim at first, like “oh yeah, I’ll just talk to the girls, raise some stats, classic stuff”, and then three scenes later you’re holding a trembling elf maid by the hips while she tries to act all proper and obedient and ends up squirting all over the new bedsheets you saved up to buy. And you’re thinking: ok, I just wanted romance, why is there a menu option for nipple clothespins in the housekeeping budget. But you still click it.

The hotel thing works too well. Everyone is under your roof, so you bump into them doing absolutely everything. You go into a hallway thinking you’re just going to check repairs, and you catch one girl “cleaning” a window with her tits pressed against the glass, tongue out, full ahegao, while someone down in the street could totally see her. It counts as voyeur and exhib stuff at the same time and the game doesn’t even wink at you, it just lets it happen, like yeah, this is just Tuesday here. You can be the pure romance guy and still the world keeps trying to corrupt you. There’s a religious girl praying in one scene, acting shy like a virgin, and later you’re there timing her orgasm denial with your phone while she begs for just one more thrust and you’re like, ok, maybe I’m not “pure” anymore. I kept telling myself I’m avoiding the nastier paths, and two minutes later I’m watching a lactation event where I was only trying to give comfort and suddenly there’s warm milk and a helpless girl calling you “master” in this shaky voice. Total accident. Kind of.

What really got me is how your role shifts without a big “you are a trainer now” sign. One moment you’re like a soft-spoken manager who buys cute maid outfits and simple cosplay ears, the next you’re running what is basically a private bdsm spa on the top floor, where you decide who gets the collar and who just gets spanked until their ass is bright red and they can’t sit in the café. Some girls push you around too, it’s not just male dom. There’s a yandere type that goes from clingy to “if you fuck anyone else I’ll break their legs” energy, and she rides you so hard you legit feel like the slave instead of the trainer. Then later the same night another girl kneels down in the lobby and gives you a slow, careful blowjob like it’s a love letter, and you remember why you came here for romance at all. But then there’s some fucked up family route on the side, anal stuff mixed with “we shouldn’t do this” whispers, a footjob in the laundry room, a titfuck in the elevator when the doors keep almost opening, group sex in a suite where everyone’s moaning your name at once, and somewhere in the middle of that mess you’re still checking income stats on your phone and thinking about upgrade costs like an idiot. The hotel keeps growing, the harem keeps getting bigger, some girls get their breasts reduced while others suddenly swell up like a fantasy elf breeding project, and you’re walking around your own building knowing exactly which room has a girl quietly masturbating, which one hides a camera for your voyeur habit, and which bed has fresh cum drying in the sheets because you didn’t even bother with pulling out after that last creampie. It’s romantic in the trashiest way, and trashy in a way that somehow still feels kind of sweet.

Rumors always sound stupid until you are the one they whisper about. This game throws you into one of those sticky school legends, the “there is a satanic cult behind the gym” kind of bullshit, except you actually trip over the damn book they are using. Not a cute grimoire with sparkles, more like something that looks like it smells of old cum and candle smoke. You crack it open for a laugh, and the first thing it gives you is the power to make the class virgin blush so hard she almost creams herself in the middle of an “examination” scene where the teacher leans too close, her tits brushing your arm, and you realize the book is not just edgy goth decor. It lets you push people, twist their lust, nudge their fears, and at first you just use it for small shit: making your best friend text you late at night with “I had this weird dream, why were you watching me in the shower?” while you are literally watching him through some voyeur spell on your phone, zooming in like it is some cursed Pornhub live cam. The game plays like a mix of visual novel and sandbox, you wander around school halls, club rooms, that empty classroom behind the science lab where the “mystery club” girl hides her monster girl hentai doujins, and every choice you poke in the text gets a horny consequence ten minutes later. Sometimes it is just teasing, a milf teacher accidentally pressing her big ass on your desk while bending over the board, sometimes it turns into full on corruption, like you mark a shy futa class rep with a little symbol and next time you see her she is in the bathroom stall, stroking a throbbing cock that looks too heavy for her thin legs, biting her lip and mumbling your name.

The story pretends to be about this “evil power” and responsibility, but half the time I forgot the cult plot and just chased who I could break or save or both. You can go playful, using the book to make girls horny at the worst moments, like forcing a strict nurse to lactate during a routine health check, milk stains spreading on her white top while she clenches her thighs, then suddenly she is grabbing your hand and shoving it under her skirt, muttering how this is “for science.” Or you lean into full NTR stuff, using blackmail photos and the book’s little curse tricks to push a sweet romance into pure cheating. There is one brutal route where your “best friend” tries to confess to his crush under the cherry tree and you quietly tweak her feelings so she accepts, then later you drag her into a storage room and she is on her knees around your cock, choking and crying because she knows she is his, but the spell makes betrayal feel like a delicious punishment. The game loves mixing that hurt with the horny: a loyal girlfriend getting pounded by a big black cock you summoned from some “monster” page, your corrupted class rep in a gangbang bukkake scene with faceless students dripping on her glasses, the principal on her knees in the occult club room giving a sloppy oral exam as if it is normal curriculum. There is futa, femdom, crossdressing sissification stuff where the book flips your own body, giving you a fat futa dick for one route, soft tits in another, forcing you into a skirt while a female domination demon spanks you until you are hard just from the pain. One day you are fingering a shy monster girl by the pool during summer vacation, her tail curling around your wrist as she begs for creampie, the next you are watching a furry club president hump your enchanted sex toy in the empty gym. It is messy, horny, a bit mean, and the book never really feels safe; every time you use it to make someone moan louder in a titfuck or a footjob scene, there is that tiny line of text hinting that maybe the book is also rewriting you, turning a “regular student” into something closer to the cult freaks you laughed at in the first place.

Town of Redemption feels like somebody mashed a horny fantasy VN into a half-finished mobile sandbox and then just said “yeah ok, this is fine” and went back to drawing monster tits. You’re this dude who survived a village getting wrecked, finally lands in a big “safe” city that’s only safe if you ignore the amount of wet, thick, non-human girls wandering around it. You end up working as an alchemist for the guild, which sounds boring until every second job turns into “oops I spilled aphrodisiac on the wolf-girl with the huge ass, better check if she’s ok”. It’s that kind of game where you think you’re just clicking through errands, then suddenly you’re shoulder deep in a cow girl’s cleavage, trying to “measure milk output” with your hands instead of tools. She’s moaning, you’re pretending this is science. Absolutely my thing.

What I like is how the scenes creep up on you. One quest you’re mixing basic potions for some shy catgirl scout, next time she visits she’s pressing her big fluffy tits against the table asking if you can make something to “relax her nerves before missions”. Translation: give her a reason to pant and grind on your leg in the lab. And it actually feels like you built up to it, not just click sex button to win. There’s this lizard girl adventurer who keeps acting all proud, calling you “support staff”, then you slip a warmth potion in her gear and watch her swagger melt into heavy breathing and tail twitching while she begs you to check where exactly it’s getting “too hot”. Hand under her armor, fingering around her abs, then lower, then she’s using your hand like a toy. Feels good in that “ok, this is way too specific but I’m not complaining” way. The writing is sometimes messy, like someone glued horny ideas together without cleaning the edges, and the UI on mobile is clunky as hell with tiny icons that make your thumb miss the thing you want, but whatever, I stayed for the filthy bits. There’s an actual sense of being this low level dude building a little life, slowly turning half the guild into your personal test subjects. Except the inventory screen is ugly as sin and sorting items is a pain. I kept mis-tapping and using the wrong potion. Kind of funny when a buff elixir turns into a breast swelling one right before a fight though. Not for the poor bunny girl tank trying to move under her own bouncing chest.

The town itself ends up feeling like your playground. You walk out of the lab and already know which corner has the needy minotaur girl who leaks through her clothes if you even mention “pressure release”, which alley has the smug fox girl who pretends she hates humans but still arches her back when you “search for hidden enchantments” under her tail, which shopkeeper secretly has fur under the robes and loves it when you “accidentally” grope her while reaching for ingredients. There’s a nice rhythm where you run guild jobs, collect weird monster parts, then experiment not only in bottles but on bodies. At some point I had a batch of potions that made nipples super sensitive, and watching a proud warrior melt into a shaking mess from just a thumb rubbing her big areolae was stupidly hot. The game teases a lot too, sometimes giving you a scene that stops right at the edge, making you work more jobs or raise some stat before she finally lets you push her against the table and go full-on, tits slapping, claws in your back, panting in your ear. Some characters feel unfinished, like they were supposed to have more scenes but real life stole the dev, and there are dead spots where nothing new triggers even if you grind. Still, when it hits, it hits filthy enough: thick furry hips grinding on your lap, warm milk running down her belly while she moans your name, your hands sunk into jiggling titflesh like soft dough. It’s rough around the edges and kind of janky, but it has that unpolished charm where you can smell the artist’s brain: “what if every girl in this nice fantasy town was just a little too eager to get grabbed, teased, milked and ruined by some refugee alchemist who barely knows what he’s doing”. Honestly, I’m ok with that.