Andrew thinks he is just dropping a box at some weird rich lady’s place, then he blinks and suddenly he is the box. That is how this game feels. One moment you’re a normal delivery guy, the next you’re naked on cold floor with a collar around your neck and three witches arguing if you should lick their feet first or their pussy. The whole thing is set inside this magical house that looks kind of normal on the surface, but every room is like a trap for your dignity. Doors move, furniture stares at you, the staircase literally kicks you back down when the mistress is not done using your mouth. You have that classic “choose what to say” style, but it’s not polite choices. It’s more like: do you kneel and call her “mistress” now, or do you try to run and get turned into a human sex mop. As a CYOA nerd, I liked how one wrong click and boom, you’re chained to a bed giving sloppy blowjob practice while two of them laugh and use magic to keep your jaw wide open.

What hit me hard is how they play with humiliation. Not just “haha you’re naked” but deeper stuff. There is a scene where the redhead witch makes you scrub the floor with your tongue, and each stain you clean she uses a spell to make your dick twitch harder. She keeps asking dumb little questions like “are you proud of yourself, delivery boy?” and if you answer wrong she hooks her heel under your balls and presses, very slowly. Her tits are huge and always in your face, like she knows you want to look up, and she won’t let you. Another one sits behind you on the couch and uses your face as a seat while watching some stupid magical TV show, just ignoring you except when she needs you to lick her feet clean. There is this moment where she forces you to hold her legs up on your shoulders while she rides your tongue and talks about grocery lists, like you’re not even a man anymore, just some enchanted furniture with a hard-on. I liked that actually more than the big flashy spells. The magic is there, sure, glowing circles, invisible hands, the usual stuff, but the best parts are tiny things, like when she snaps her fingers and you instantly cum in your pants in the middle of the hallway while the whole house laughs, and you just want to reload but you also kinda don’t.

The 3dcg style helps a lot because the body language is clear. When the main witch pushes her foot into your mouth and curls her toes, you see every little toe wrinkle, the shine of drool when she makes you keep your tongue out and uses it as a footrest. It is not subtle. There is a crazy animated scene where you’re tied on your back at the bottom of the stairs, cock sticking up, and every time someone walks past they either spit on it, step on it, or stroke it with their sole, almost gentle, then stop right before you finish. You can choose to beg or stay quiet, but both paths end with you being called a good little house slave. The game pretends you can escape, gives you that fake hope with some paths where you sneak around the corridors and try doors, but the house itself is on their side, so it just loops you back to the same room where the mistress is waiting, bored, legs spread, telling you you’re late and she needs her daily oral worship. One time I tried to roleplay defiant, chose every “resist” option, and my reward was a long scene where they sit in a circle, use magic to stop me from moving, and take turns using my mouth, my face, my cock, like a toy they’re reviewing. They rate your performance out loud, comparing you to former slaves, and it actually hurt a bit in the ego, which is kinda hot if you’re into that. There is this tiny thing that annoyed me though, like the sound effect of footsteps is too loud for no reason, but I kept forgetting to fix the volume because someone was already sitting on my face again. Anyway, the whole vibe is: you thought you were a man with a job, but the house knows you’re just a cock, a tongue, and a pair of shaking legs, and the witches are very happy to prove it to you, scene after scene.

Lussuria Academy feels like someone took all those “normal” magic school fantasies, poured a bucket of horny over them, then left the edges a bit rough on purpose. You’re the only human in a whole academy full of anthro girls, and that tiny detail never shuts up in the background. It’s in how they stare a bit too long, how their ears twitch when you walk past, how the teachers say “human” like it’s a spell that might backfire. The story moves like a slow finger tracing along your neck, not rushing, sometimes even stopping in awkward places. One moment you’re in a quiet corridor, sound of your own footsteps soft over some lazy background track, and then a fox-girl classmate catches you alone and the mood tilts from scholarly to “are we really doing this here?” without big fanfare. The music is simple, loops you’d normally ignore, but in this game they sneak under your skin. A calm, almost innocent melody during a late study session, then it fades, and suddenly all you hear is the little sounds: tails brushing fabric, a chair scraping, her breath hitching when you stand too close. The sex doesn’t crash into the screen with fireworks. It creeps in. A hand on your wrist a bit too long, a joke that turns dirty, a spell practice that somehow needs “body contact” for channeling. Then the CG hits and you just forget what the previous dialogue even said.

The visuals are that kind of slightly imperfect 2D where a line isn’t perfectly clean and colors sometimes look like the artist was horny and tired at the same time. And it works. Fur texture is suggested with a few strokes, not hyper-detailed, so your brain fills in the softness when her thighs wrap around your waist. Breasts are drawn bold, unapologetic, but not all the same copy-paste shape. Some girls are lean and sharp, with smug smiles, some are thick, heavy hips, tails curling around your leg while they ride you like they’re trying to milk a spell out of your cock. There’s a catgirl whose moans hit this weird mix of purr and whimper and it stays in your head long after the scene ends, way more than whatever magic exam you passed. The magic stuff itself is almost casual. You’re casting with them, learning, charming objects, and then out of nowhere a training room turns into a place to pin a wolf-eared student against the wall and fuck her while candles flicker and she tries not to howl. They use spells as excuses: “We need to test human stamina,” “We should explore cross-species bonding,” and you’re sitting there, pants open, thinking yeah, real scientific.

What I liked most is how the pace messes with you. It’s not smooth. Some routes drag, you click through lines that feel like someone wrote them half awake, and sometimes the translation vibe slips, a phrase sounds off, and you snort instead of getting horny. Then two screens later, a teacher pulls you after class, locks the door, tail slowly curling as she explains “private tutoring” and your brain just melts. There’s this one scene where a shy bunny student tries to thank you for helping her in a duel. She invites you to her dorm room, the background is quiet, only a soft hum like outside wind, and she keeps fidgeting with her skirt. The camera lingers on little details: her trembling fingers, her ears folding when you sit beside her, the tiny squeak when your hand slides over her thigh. It takes ages before anything explicit happens, and then when she finally climbs into your lap, grinding nervously, the game doesn’t cut away. You hear the rhythm pick up, that wet sound, the shaky breathing layered over the same simple loop, and suddenly this silly furry magic VN feels way too intimate. It’s messy, sometimes clumsy, horny as hell, and when a fox teacher presses your face into her furry tits to “calm your mana flow,” you completely forget you ever came here to study.

Foggy forest, quiet as hell, and you’re lost with a hard-on you don’t want to admit you have. That’s pretty much the mood here. The trees feel wrong in that fairy-tale way, like they’re watching, but not in a horror movie thing, more like they’re just waiting for you to do something stupid and horny. Then this witch shows up, and she doesn’t look like the usual “I cast fireball” witch. She’s got that lazy smile that says she already knows what you’re going to click, and she smells like a toy store mixed with a bath bomb shop. Latex, sugar, soap, that weird clean-but-not-innocent vibe. The game doesn’t rush to shout what you’re in for, but yeah, if you’re into inflatables and transformation and that floaty, rubbery ownership of a body that stops being flesh and turns into a damn balloon, it hits that itch pretty directly.

The cool part is how low-key everything starts. It’s just you poking around her little forest corner, clicking stuff, poking at bottles, weird trinkets, that sort of thing. Half of it feels like background junk until you notice something reacts if you try again, or if you did another scene before. There was this moment where I accidentally triggered a change too early, and my character’s body started filling out, tight and squeaky, and I actually paused, staring at my screen like, “ok, I did not expect it to jump to that this fast.” The game is short, yeah, but it doesn’t waste your kinks. The inflation is not just “you get bigger.” It’s that slow, pressurised feeling in the text and art, the witch teasing you, almost casual about turning your body into her private float, testing how much air or magic you can hold. She treats the whole thing like a cozy craft project, while you’re the one struggling with how round you’re getting. It’s a weird mix of mystery and fetish, and I like that it doesn’t apologize for it even once. You’re not playing a hero, you’re playing a future decoration, and she knows it way before you do.

The forest itself is small, but it feels like one of those “hidden room” games where there’s always one last strange item you haven’t clicked in the right order. I spent way too long clicking the same damn stump because I was convinced it had a secret, and honestly I’m still annoyed it didn’t. But while I was being stubborn, I kept noticing little reactions: the witch’s comments changing, the way she hints at other “guests” she inflated before, maybe still around, maybe not in the shape you expect. There’s magic everywhere, but it’s that squishy, rubber-magic. You’re not slinging spells; you’re more like the spell result. A toy, a trophy, an experiment. The furry angle sneaks in too, with those hints that your body isn’t only filling with air, it’s shifting into something cutesy, animal-ish, then more object than creature. Ears, tail, then plastic sheen, then hollow. It’s honestly hot as hell if you’re into losing control and becoming a thing instead of a person. And the best part, or the worst, depending on your brain, is that the witch never seems cruel. She’s playful, almost seasonal, like some twisted holiday hostess inviting you to become part of the decorations, tucked between the trees, gleaming under moonlight, filled tight and waiting. You kind of know from the beginning this forest is not a place you walk out of on your own feet. You’re rolling, floating, squeaking your way out, if you leave at all.

Nubilia looks all noble and shiny on the map, but the second you drop into this mess you realize it’s less “honor and duty” and more “who’s trying to ride your dick while stabbing your bloodline in the back”. You’re this magic talented heir with a dead mom, a pissed off father, and a whole buffet of highborn girls who smile at you like angels while clearly doing war crimes in their spare time. Every city-state you visit throws another walking fantasy wallpaper at you: prim and proper lady in silk who talks about politics with her tits halfway out, battle mage with scars and zero patience for your bullshit, that one smug noble girl who calls you “peasant” while eyeing your crotch like it’s a legendary artifact. The game just leans into the chaos. One scene you’re interrogating some duchess about your mother’s murder, next scene she has you pinned on a velvet couch, dress around her waist, gasping about “alliances” while grinding down on you so hard you forget you were supposed to be angry.

What actually sold me is how your magic and choices keep twisting the relationships. You’re not just clicking through porn slides. You build this reputation across the nine cities, and girls react to it. Act like a ruthless bastard? Some of them get dripping wet when you dominate them. Others flinch, pull back, and you only get them to open up after you save their ass in a duel where spells are flying and you’re trying not to stare at jiggling cleavage in slow motion. You flirt during strategy talks, tease them in corridors, use magic in bed in a way that’s absolutely illegal in at least five churches. One night you’re sneaking into a manor with a noble sorceress partner who whispers a spell to make you invisible, and the moment you’re alone in her tower she cancels the spell and climbs you like a ladder, begging you to “claim her house” while raking nails down your back. Another time you’re at a fancy banquet, every lady dressed like she lost a fight with a corset, and under the table you’ve got one girl stroking you with her foot while another pretends not to notice and keeps asking about your “magical potential” with this filthy smile. It’s that mix of murder mystery, faked loyalty, and full-on harem corruption that hits. Everyone’s pretending to be civilized while you’re balls deep in future enemies, trying to guess which soft moaning noble slut actually stuck a knife in your mother. And the worst part? Sometimes they look up at you with those wide eyes, flushed cheeks, whisper “I’d never hurt you” while you’re filling them, and for a second you almost believe them.