King disappears, kingdom is fucked, horny chaos everywhere. That is basically the whole vibe, but somehow it works better than it should. You start as this random "hero" guy who feels less like a brave knight and more like a dude who clicked the wrong banner ad and woke up in a coup attempt. The castle is a mess, everyone is backstabbing everyone, and every conversation feels like it can end either in a political deal or with somebody on their knees. Sometimes both. One moment you are talking about succession laws, next moment the so‑called respectable noble lady is choking on your dick in a side corridor like it’s just normal diplomacy. And nobody even cleans the damn corridors after all that. It’s like the whole court decided that if the kingdom might fall tomorrow, they’re gonna fuck through the apocalypse today.

What really caught me isn’t the "hero saves princess" thing, it’s how dirty the power games get. You walk into a priest’s chamber expecting preaching and moral talk, and suddenly he is trying to trade blessings for you fucking a girl in front of him so he can "inspect" your stamina like some horny HR manager. Then the sorcerer faction shows up, and they’re like, yeah, magic is gone, army is gone, but hey, here’s a ritual that totally isn’t an excuse to have a naked princess tied up while you decide if you wanna go vaginal first or just turn her around and test her ass. It’s not subtle, at all. Half the "history" background is basically an excuse for why this kingdom apparently runs on oral deals and royal orgasms. The funniest part is when the princess tries to be high and mighty queen material during council meetings, and a scene later she’s on her knees between two women, licking one while getting fingered by the other, and you’re pretending this is some kind of political alliance. The lesbian scenes actually feel more like they’re plotting than when they talk with clothes on. And every time there’s a group scene, it stops being a heroic story and turns into "everyone wants to test the future ruler’s holes at the same time." I kept telling myself I’m here for the story but then a maid dragged me into a side room for "urgent service" and I absolutely forgot who is even attacking the kingdom.

The best bit is how the game pretends to care about which kingdom faction you support, while half of your choices are basically "do you fuck this person now, later, or with more people watching." One route has you playing the loyal protector, but you still end up with the princess bent over a balcony while some jealous court lady watches and starts touching herself behind a curtain, like it’s a shitty porno version of court intrigue. I liked that the princess isn’t just a trophy though; sometimes she uses sex on you like a weapon, promising to ride you if you support her claim, then refusing to finish you off till you swear loyalty. And you still swear, obviously. There was one scene where I went to calm her down after another failed council, thinking we’d talk about strategy, and ten minutes later there’s her, a nervous noble girl and a very flexible palace guard doing this messy three‑way while everyone keeps half‑arguing about what laws to pass. It’s ridiculous and kinda hot because nobody even pretends this is romantic, it’s all about tension, status, and bodies. Also the oral scenes go weirdly hard, like someone really enjoys drawing mouths stretched around cocks more than they enjoy drawing faces, but I’m not complaining. I just wish one of these geniuses remembered to close the damn throne room doors before an orgy. But no, leave them wide open, let the forces of darkness walk in and see half the ruling elite naked on the floor, that’ll surely save the kingdom.

Office job, boring life, same cheap instant coffee every morning, and then suddenly your dick is gone and your ass looks like something from those Twitter thirst posts. That is the vibe here. One day you are this invisible drone in a suit, the kind of guy no one remembers in the elevator, next day you wake up with tits that do not fit your old shirt and the whole city looking at you like fresh meat on sale. It is not some noble magical destiny thing either. It feels dirty and mean in a good way. People around you start pushing, touching, “helping” you adjust to your new body. Some are sweet, some are creepy as hell, half of them want to get inside your pants, the other half want to own you. And you can lean into it. Or pretend you are not into it while your clothes keep getting shorter.

The nice thing is that nothing is clean cut. You can be that shy mess who blushes when a girl kisses your neck in the bathroom stall or let yourself get dragged into a backroom and end the night with smeared lipstick and sore knees. There is this one early scene that sold me: you are in a crowded bar, still not used to walking in heels, trying to keep your new boobs from jumping out of the dress someone “helped” you choose. Some office colleague who barely talked to you before corners you at the bar, offers a drink, hand on your hip, fingers slowly sliding lower. You can shove him off, play along to get something out of him, or just let him use your mouth right there while people pretend not to look. And it is not just straight trashy stuff either. The girls in this game are dangerous. One of the women at work, proper milf with that strict boss energy, takes you “for coffee” and suddenly you are on your knees between her thighs in a locked conference room, her nails in your hair, telling you this is the only way to keep your new position. Felt like someone recorded a Pornhub Premium audition and turned it into a choice. I was lowkey impressed and also annoyed because the text box covers part of her face and it drives me crazy every single time.

It pretends to be a romantic thing sometimes, with all these dating bits and little stats going up, but under the sugar it is pure corruption. The game loves putting you in situations where you say “just this once” and five minutes later you are the office slut everyone gropes when the lift door closes. One path had me playing nice with this nerdy girl who seems harmless, then she shows up in full cosplay at a convention, ropes you into a couple costume, and suddenly she is sliding her hand under your skirt in a crowded hallway, whispering how no one will notice if you stay quiet. Another time I went the total bimbo route, jacking up every sexy option, getting pumped full of “vitamins,” brain getting softer, outfits getting tighter, ending up on my back with a small crowd taking turns while someone records it on their phone. It is filthy, it is messy, text sometimes stumbles like my own ESL brain, and the AI-style art can look a bit cursed on hands if you stare too long, but somehow that fits the whole “your life is spiraling out of control” feeling. I kept telling myself I would play the classy path, no weird power games, no blackmail, and ten clicks later I am signing a shady contract while a guy has his fingers inside me under the desk and my so-called “friend” is snapping pics in the corner like it is no big deal. Anyway, I’m absolutely not addicted, I can quit after just one more scene.

Angel’s Love feels like somebody mashed together a horny revenge fantasy with one of those “follow your destiny” romance dramas, then spilled lust all over it and forgot to clean up. You’re stuck inside this girl Angel, sweet and almost annoyingly principled, who just got dumped by the guy she honestly thought was her forever. He doesn’t just leave, he basically throws her heart in the trash while she’s at her lowest, and that pain hangs over everything. Then Nyx shows up inside her, this succubus who talks like sin itself had a wet mouth and a bad attitude. Two souls in one body, and both of them are dragging you through this messy little fantasy world that feels half healing, half porn, and kind of like fate trolling you on purpose. One second you’re trying to be a good girl, the next you’re letting a monster girl press you up against a stone wall, licking your neck while Nyx is whispering in your head “let her, she’s cute”. I was on Telegram voice chat with a friend while playing and literally stopped mid sentence because the protagonist started rubbing herself in a public bath scene, trying to “calm down”. That masturbation scene goes from sad to filthy so fast it almost feels illegal.

The game lets you wander around, poke at stuff, pick little scenes, like a horny sandbox where every wrong corner has some new way to corrupt poor Angel a bit more. You can go from heartfelt talks with a mommy type character, who cups Angel’s face like she wants to comfort her, to suddenly having that same woman on her knees, sucking her clit so gently it almost feels like worship. Then Nyx decides that is not enough and pushes Angel mentally until she starts grinding on that woman’s tongue, moaning like she forgot her own name. The sex is not shy either: big tits pressed together, huge asses bouncing in your face, sloppy oral where you hear every wet sound, handjobs that end with cum streaks across soft stomach, futa scenes where Angel stares at a thick, throbbing cock growing out of her own body and freaks out for like two seconds, then starts pumping it because Nyx convinces her “this is power, baby, use it”. There’s a lesbian alleyway hook-up where a monster girl with horns pins Angel to a wall and fucks her slowly with her fingers, while Nyx suggests pushing deeper, rougher, until Angel squirts down her own thighs. The whole thing feels like the universe decided this girl will find love again, but first she has to fuck through every bad choice, every kink, every revenge-fueled orgasm possible, and honestly, it’s trashy, emotional, a little broken, and it hits way too close if you ever believed some asshole was your one and only.

You open your eyes in a garden that’s way too pretty for how fucked up you feel. You remember dying… kind of. It’s fuzzy, like that morning after too much vodka when you’re checking your phone and praying you didn’t text your ex. Except now the “ex” is literally your life, and instead of hangover you get a smug angel, a smug demon, and a bunch of confused hot dead people who all like girls, guys, both, neither, or “it’s complicated” in different flavors. They tell you this isn’t Heaven, not Hell, just the Garden hanging out in Limbo, like some cosmic waiting room where everyone’s bisexual or worse. You’re told you can pick your body and gender, like character creation but with the weight of “what the fuck am I actually” behind it. Female, male, futa, trans, something in between, something off to the side. The game doesn’t blink. You can just… exist the way you wish you had when you were alive. That alone hit harder than some porn games ever will, honestly. Then five minutes later you’re flirting with a demon girl who looks like she can ruin your life and you’re fine with it.

What really sticks in my head is how one scene goes from tender to horny to sad so fast it feels wrong, in a good way. You’re sitting under this glowing tree with another lost soul, talking about what you regret from your life. They’re quietly telling you about the first time they realized they liked girls, how they kissed a friend behind a church, shaking and happy and terrified. The garden lights reflect in their eyes, they lean closer, and your choices appear. You can joke it away, you can pull them into this slow, nervous kiss, or you can go full thirsty and grab their hips and push them against the tree. If you go thirsty, the way the writing describes hands sliding over still unfamiliar bodies, the awkward “is this okay” mixed with raw need, feels more real than half the polished porn out there. It’s not just “and then boobs appeared, wow.” It’s messy, people hesitate, someone laughs at the wrong time, it reads like two queer disasters horny in Limbo who never got to be honest when they were alive, so now they’re making up for it in one go. There’s even a moment where they say “I never had sex like this when I was alive” and you can answer “me neither” or pretend you were a huge player. Which is funny, because the game will totally call you out later on that lie.

In between the horny stuff, you’re doing trials, talking to angels that act like burnt-out office workers, demons who act like they run a queer nightclub, and other dead people trying to figure out if Heaven is worth the rules, Hell is worth the chaos, or if Limbo is secretly the best place because nobody really knows what the fuck is happening anyway. Sometimes the tone whiplash gets tiring, like you’ll go from heartfelt talk about dysphoria to a gag about someone’s ass in two lines and it almost kills the mood. There are parts where the pacing drags, especially when a character dumps lore on you about how Eden ended up stuck here and you just wanna go back to worrying if that cute trans boy is into you or only into your “tragic backstory.” But then later, one small choice from an earlier date suddenly changes how a big late scene plays out and you realize oh, okay, it was paying attention the whole time. There are multiple routes and endings, you can flirt with women, men, futas, trans characters, some are soft, some are monsters in a sexy way, some are just emotionally unavailable but so hot you try anyway. It’s not afraid to be horny, but it also doesn’t treat sex like the only reward. Sometimes you get a tender cuddle in the afterlife instead of a full-on scene, and weirdly that feels more intimate. Still, I got annoyed that one character keeps mentioning some specific snack from when they were alive and you never actually see it anywhere. No CG, nothing. That bothered me a lot more than it should have. Anyway, it all feels like a queer afterlife dating mess where you can be a lesbian, a dude, a trans futa, whatever, and still end up kissing under a divine tree while arguing about whether Heaven even deserves you.