Ian wakes up in that cramped room again, phone in hand, bored out of his skull, lockdown bullshit outside, and the house full of women who act like they own his balls. Mom glides around like a queen in yoga pants that should honestly be illegal, pretending everything is “normal”, while the sisters treat him like a chew toy: mocking his morning wood, “accidentally” walking in on him, throwing his dirty boxers at his face, laughing when he blushes. At first it’s the usual routine, him jerking off quietly with one earbud in, Pornhub on low brightness, trying not to make the bed squeak while the whole place is just heavy with frustration he can’t do anything about. Then that stupid news report flashes on the TV, the one that changes the mood of the house from “haha, you loser” to “oh, we can really do this now” in about two seconds. You can almost feel the air getting sticky after that, like the walls are listening.

The fun part is how fast everyone drops the fake innocence. Mom starts leaning over the table more, her tits basically falling out while she “asks” him to help around the house. She knows he is staring at her ass when she bends, you can see that tiny smirk on her lips when she pretends not to. One sister starts using his room as her private dressing cabin, standing there in panties that barely count as clothing, talking to him about useless TikTok drama while she’s pulling on tight jeans that can barely contain her ass, and sometimes she “forgets” to close the zipper. Another one just goes straight for his ego, calling him her “little pet,” sitting on his lap, grinding casually like it’s nothing, then shoving him away and laughing when he’s hard and desperate. The game lets you decide if Ian finally bites back or just sinks deeper. You can make him talk back, pin them down, grab their throats lightly while they roll their eyes and moan anyway, or you keep him as the humiliated toy that wipes their cum off the floor and thanks them for letting him taste it. It’s not soft at all when they decide to break him either, they bully him about his size, make him cum in his own underwear, force him to stay like that while they keep teasing. Sometimes the “jokes” go too far and the game just shrugs and keeps going, which honestly fits.

What really got me was how the house turns into this messy sandbox of power games. One evening you have Mom on the couch, drunk on wine, kind of needy, pulling his hand under her shirt and telling him he’s “such a good boy,” and you can go from that gentle milf worship to making her kneel on the floor and open her mouth because you’re tired of her acting like she’s in charge. The next day his sister corners him in the bathroom, locks the door, sits on the sink with her legs open and says “lick or I scream,” and if you play it submissive she’ll ride his face until he can’t breathe and snap a selfie with mascara running, using him like a sex toy. Or you flip it and make him grab her hips, eat her out just enough and then refuse to let her cum, walking away while she’s shaking and pissed. There’s a nasty humor running through the whole thing, little lines where they mock each other, highlight how fucked up the situation is, then just double down on it. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid meme reference during a blowjob, next moment you’re making the whole family kneel in front of the TV like some twisted worship scene, or you’re the one on your knees, jerking off while they compare his dick to guys on OnlyFans and rate him like a product. It’s all cramped rooms, soft couches, phone screens lighting up sweaty skin, masturbation in the shower while someone knocks on the door asking what’s taking so long. It feels like being locked in a porn fantasy that forgot where the line was supposed to be, and no one in that house is actually looking for it anyway.

Anahel looks like that shy girl in class who never raised her hand, and here she is, walking around a cursed fantasy world where literally everything wants to fuck her or use her to open some magic doom portal. It starts all heroic and stuff, like “you’re chosen, save the world, ancient prophecy” and you think ok, basic RPG, I click some slimes, I loot some chest. Then suddenly the slime is not just slime, it has way too many wet tentacles, and they all know exactly where to go. The game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle. One moment you’re poking around ruins, next moment Anahel is pinned, squirming, and her stupid little innocent face is doing that full ahegao thing while a monster girl is licking her everywhere like it’s completely normal Tuesday. And it kind of becomes normal, really fast.

I liked how it tricks you with that point and click exploration, like a normal adventure/sandbox thing. You tap on a well, you just expect water, maybe some coins. Instead there’s this creepy voice from inside, offers you “help” if Anahel strips. Of course I clicked yes. Then it escalates, a glowing tentacle slides up her thighs and she’s biting her lip, trying to resist, then gives in, rubbing herself with it like she was waiting all day for that. You’re not just watching, you’re choosing where to touch, which hole gets used, if she lets the monster finish inside or outside. It’s messed up. It’s hot. Sometimes both at same time. The world feels like a horny playground made by someone who played too much RPG Maker and then deleted all armor from the inventory. There’s “noble” knights that threaten her with blackmail, telling her to suck them off in a back alley or they’ll sell her out to the cult. You can actually accept, and the game shows her on her knees, drool and cum on her chin, eyes rolled up, and she still tries to talk like a hero while gagging on the guy. I kinda lost the main quest in my head after that.

Maybe my favorite stupid detail is how her staff looks totally useless at first. Just a stick with some stone. Later, you find this pervy spirit in a shrine who offers to “awaken” it and it literally turns into a magic sex toy weapon. It vibrates when danger is near, and also when she gets too aroused, and sometimes in battle the game will just have her masturbating with it as a “skill” while monsters gangbang her. I laughed because I was on the bus playing on my phone and suddenly she’s in the middle of a forest, on her back, two tentacles inside her, one in her mouth, some catgirl riding her face, and I’m just casually lowering brightness like it’s Instagram. The pacing is weird as hell, like eating spicy food with random sugar thrown on top. One area feels like slow teasing, just some harassment, panties pulled aside, soft lesbian groping, and then next screen they’re using every hole at once, toys, tongues, everything. Sometimes I wish Anahel talked a bit less during sex, because she moans and begs and calls the monsters disgusting while clearly loving it, but it kind of fits that she’s both the last hope of the world and also the world’s favorite cum dump at the same time. Anyway, the prophecy probably said something like that. I already forgot.

This thing starts like a trashy cruise commercial that someone spilled porn all over, then forgot to clean up, then decided to keep it that way because actually, yeah, that’s better. You’re this guy on a Mediterranean cruise with your “family” and a crowd of random passengers, and in about five clicks it stops feeling like a holiday and turns into a slow moral car crash. Not because of the sex itself, but because of how normal everyone pretends it is to stare too long at your mom’s tits by the pool, or notice how your “sister” bends over in that tiny skirt, and nobody talks about it. They just blush, look away, then keep doing worse stuff. It feels less like a fantasy and more like watching a group therapy session that went horribly off track and somehow added anal, which I honestly respect in a weird way.

The game is pretty blunt about bodies. Big tits everywhere, like the dev had a quota and hit it with enthusiasm. There is this one scene where you sneak into a cabin at night and you can tell the guy knows exactly what “sleep sex” is supposed to be for the player: maximum control, minimum resistance, maximum guilt if you have two brain cells to rub together. I actually paused and sat there with a cup of coffee, thinking “ok, if consent is the basic moral floor, this scene is like drilling a hole under it and climbing through.” And yet I still clicked through it, because this is porn and my moral purity is already dead on page one of Pornhub. That tension is all over the game. You humiliate women, you spank them until their ass is red, you shove a dick between those massive boobs, and in the same moment, part of you thinks “wow, this is hot” and another part mutters “this would be a crime report IRL.” The writing is not deep, but it does not hide what it is doing, and that honesty is almost more disturbing than if it tried to justify things with some dumb magical mind control excuse.

The incest part is the real philosophical mess, obviously. It is not subtle. You get teases, “accidental” groping, mom in a swimsuit that belongs on Instagram thirst posts, group scenes where family limits start melting after too much sun and too much rubbing lotion. When the game finally moves from suggestion to full on vaginal and anal with people you’re absolutely not supposed to fuck, it does it like it was always going there and you were just being slow to admit it. Interracial stuff pops up too, not as some noble celebration of diversity, just as another excuse to throw more bodies into group sex and watch power games shift. I caught myself comparing it to how Pornhub shoves “step” in every title to fly under taboo radar, and here the game almost laughs at that, like, “no, we know exactly what you are here for.” There is lesbian content without you in it, and I like that morally in theory, two women exploring each other on their own terms, but the camera leers so hard that it still feels curated for a guy’s gaze. One of the lesbian moments almost felt sweet and then they undercut it with harder stuff later. That’s this whole cruise in one sentence: any time your conscience tries to stand up, the game pushes it back down with a titfuck. I was playing on my laptop with Discord pinging me, having this ridiculous double life: one window of people sharing memes, another window of a digital mom getting creampied by her own son while pretending nothing about this is rotten. If you want your porn to be ethically clean, this is a moral nightmare. If you accept that porn is where we store the dark shit we can’t or shouldn’t do in reality, this cruise is basically a floating confession booth where nobody ever says they’re sorry.

The first thing I noticed was how slow it loads in Chrome compared to Firefox, which is weird, because other VN players always recommend Chrome. But after waiting through that blank white flicker, the title just appears, no fancy menu, and it sort of fits - like someone coded the whole thing in one long night with half a plan and a hard-on. The writing swings between absurdly corny dialogue and tense, breathy pauses that actually made me lean forward. Erza’s route hit harder than I expected; the engine stutters a bit when the transition hits from teasing to naked skin, as if the code itself got flustered. At one point Mirajane just stares at the camera, half-undressed, saying nothing, and it’s unsettling but kind of erotic? My mouse double clicked because I didn’t know whether to keep going or stop and breathe.

There’s too much sound compression, though - headphones exaggerate that low moan into something that buzzes in your skull. I liked the way the text box shakes when you make a rougher choice; you can practically feel the humiliation radiate off the screen, and maybe I’m reading too much into it, but that’s the first time I’ve ever felt genuine shame synced with a save file. The whole guild concept keeps drifting around, promising missions, quests, whatever, but it really just becomes an excuse for swapping scenes of control and surrender, of bodies framed like code samples gone wrong. I wanted to click “Settings” to adjust volume, but instead stumbled into an exhibitionism scene that started before I could move. And it’s messy, nerve-pinching messy - some sprite layer got stuck, half-transparent, hovering over Lucy’s face mid-fellatio, and for once, the glitch worked. Like voyeurism baked into the source.

Mobile version? Don’t even bother - touch controls feel like punishment. Still, there’s something raw in how it refuses to clean itself up. It’s not the kind of polish you expect. It’s more like intimacy leaking through bad optimization. Or maybe that’s me making excuses. I tried capturing a screenshot for a forum thread, but my phone overheated, and now whenever I unlock the screen, I swear I still see Mirajane’s smirk fading into white.