This one feels like some horny mage wrote his mid‑life crisis on a napkin, spilled beer on it, then actually cast a spell and turned it into a game. You play as Sam, or whatever name you type in when you’re already half hard, a guy who’s supposed to be powerful and wise but spends most of the story thinking with his dick around monster girls and old mistakes. It’s connected to that main List Saga thing, but this side story is more like sneaking out of a serious fantasy novel to go fuck in the alley behind the magic academy. You keep bumping into this whole mess from your past that refuses to stay buried: the wife you literally tied to a book, the kid you may or may not have screwed over, and these non‑human girls who want to either eat your soul or sit on your face. Sometimes both, honestly.

What makes it weirdly hot is how the game doesn’t rush. It’s not “click button, instant tits.” First you get that slow magical mind control stuff, where you’re not sure if you’re the one in charge or if the monster girl is just letting you think you are. There’s a scene early on where you’re arguing with this horned librarian chick about forbidden grimoires, and the dialogue suddenly slides into her pushing into your mind like warm fingers, asking why you’re still obsessed with that old book that has your wife’s soul. Next click and she’s on her knees, drool on her lips, eyes glowing, taking your cock in her mouth while you feel her in your head, whispering that your son will hate you forever. It’s filthy and kind of fucked up, and yeah, it works. The animated stuff sells it, you actually see the hips move when you’re pounding into her, the little shiver when you pull out and then change your mind and slam right back in. Creampie shots are not shy at all, cum pooling inside, dripping out, especially when it’s some monster girl pussy with weird details that’d get you banned on Instagram in half a second. Sometimes the pacing is like a party that forgot there was supposed to be music: long quiet scene, heavy lore talk about the old spell and your missing kid, then suddenly you’re balls deep in a slime girl who learns your memories by swallowing your load. Then nothing for a bit, just walking around, using spells, checking the same room twice because you swear the book on the table moved, but it didn’t. Or maybe it did, I still don’t know, the thing annoyed me the whole time. The good part is when Sam is supposed to stay focused, talk about “responsibility” and “consequences”, and instead you steer him straight into another mind‑controlled blowjob, or a rough vaginal scene where the monster girl begs you to finish inside so she can “keep a piece of your magic.” It’s filthy, a little pathetic, and somehow romantic in the wrong way, like arguing over who is the best waifu while you’re literally rewriting her brain with your cock. Honestly, I came, then felt bad for like twenty seconds, then wanted to test a different choice to see if I could still break her mind and leave her smiling with your seed leaking down her thighs.

High School Zero To Campus Sex God feels like someone mashed together every horny teenage fantasy, then quietly added way more MILFs than anyone is ready for. You play this clueless guy fresh out of school who somehow walks into college life surrounded by girls who dress like they live in a gym catalog and moms who clearly skipped the “subtle” part of being horny. It’s mostly about how badly he wants to stop being a virgin, but the game actually leans harder into the whole harem drama, jealousy, sneaking around, all that messy stuff. One moment you’re flirting with a cheeky sporty girl in tight shorts after practice, the next you’re wondering if her mom is going to notice the hickeys you left on her daughter’s neck while you’re in the kitchen “helping” with dinner. And yeah, the camera absolutely loves asses here. Big butts in yoga pants, tight skirts riding up when they bend over, that slow angle when you’re supposed to “help them stretch” before a match. It is not subtle. I like that.

What surprised me is how the teasing is honestly better than the full service scenes sometimes. There’s that volleyball girl who keeps pretending she doesn’t like you touching her, then never actually stops you when your hand slides a little lower during “groping practice” in the equipment room. Or the teacher who makes you stay late and pretends it’s about your grades, while she sits on the edge of the desk, crosses her long legs and lets her blouse open one button too far, then pats her thigh and tells you to sit closer. The game gives you a lot of moments where you can just stare, peek through a door, watch a shower through some half-open locker room door, and damn, the voyeur vibe really hits. Sometimes you only see a reflection in glass. Sometimes you just hear the sucking sounds and little moans behind a wall and you have to decide if you barge in or just jerk off to it. And then there’s the whole netorare angle that sneaks up on you. At first it’s just your enemy’s mom riding you on the sofa while she’s mocking how useless her husband is, then later you actually see your so-called romance interest getting her throat used by someone else because you ignored her too long. The game doesn’t make a full speech about it, it just shows you. That one scene where you open the door, see her on her knees, her cheeks hollowed out, and she keeps eye contact with you while she keeps sucking, like she’s saying “this is what you threw away”, that actually hurt a bit. And I still went back for more.

The harem angle is chaotic in the good way. You can stack mothers and daughters, best friend’s family, enemy’s family, random sporty girl from track, older teacher with glasses, then try to act like nothing’s going on when you end up in the same room with three of them. There’s a scene where you’re at a little backyard BBQ and two of the women you’re fucking keep “casually” brushing against you under the table, one of them presses her big tits against your arm, while the other plays with your thigh under the shorts, and the only thing on screen is your face trying not to panic. I wish the MC wasn’t such a smug idiot in some routes, but he is, and it’s funny when your choices blow up and you suddenly get a cold, dead-eyed blowjob from a girl who clearly wants to rip your balls off. The domination stuff is very male-focused here: you grab, pin, make them kneel, push their heads down for oral, choke them a bit while they grind on your lap. Not hardcore, more like “I’ve watched too much porn and think this is how sex goes”, which actually fits the protagonist. Sex toys pop up too, mostly in those quiet moments. Like the mom who pulls a drawer open, shows you her vibrator, smirks and tells you she doesn’t need it anymore if you keep visiting her at night. Or the shy girl who asks you to help her use a plug before class because she wants to “feel full” during lectures. There are multiple endings depending who you focus on or how greedy you get, and yeah, you can screw yourself into some pretty twisted situations. I’m still annoyed by one tiny thing though: the way the text box sometimes jumps too fast during really hot lines, so you hit rollback on reflex and then overshoot and break the mood. It’s stupid, but it kept happening to me in the best oral scenes. Anyway, this one is shameless, messy, sometimes mean, and weirdly romantic in spots, like when the sporty girl falls asleep on your chest after you cum on her belly and you just watch her breathe. That little bit hit harder than all the moaning.

Quiet night, empty park, you’re just a bored dude scrolling on your phone and trying not to think about your empty bed, then this girl comes crashing into your life like some half-naked panic tornado. Big eyes, big tits, tight clothes, breathing hard, looking over her shoulder like some monster is behind her. Then it shows up. This huge guy, all muscles and veins, like the gym spat out a final boss. He’s got that “I’m going to break something” look. You don’t even think, you just grab her hand and drag her away, back to your place, still smelling like cheap beer and loneliness. She’s shaking, you’re trying not to stare at how her ass jiggles when she sits on your couch, and that stupid cheap lamp in the corner suddenly feels like the only witness to your life turning into porn logic.

Next day, she’s in your kitchen wearing your shirt and nothing else, acting shy but not really. She leans over the table to grab some sugar, tits bouncing, shirt riding up, and you pretend to check your phone while your cock is doing math on fabric thickness. Then the game actually starts pulling out more girls like it’s stacking your trouble. The childhood friend shows up out of nowhere, hugging you so tight you can feel her nipples press into your chest through her top, all like “oh my god, I missed you so much,” and you’re standing there stuck between nostalgia and boner. Your sister storms in later, pissed at everything, yelling at you for always dragging strays home, then bending over to pick something up and flashing you that perfect big ass in tight shorts and you’re like yeah okay this is illegal in ten countries. That voyeur moment in the hallway, when you peek through the slightly open door and watch her change, watching her pull down her panties and you tell yourself you’re just checking everything is ok. Sure.

The wild part is how it flips between romance and pure filth like it can’t decide what it wants to be. You’re getting these slow, cute scenes where you walk in the park with one girl, hand brushing against hers, her cheeks going red, and you actually feel something warm in your chest. Then at night she’s on your bed, legs spread, giving you a slow handjob while whispering that she’s been thinking about you for years and you’re just staring at her animated expression, watching every little twitch in her face as she speeds up, cum splashing over her fingers and stomach. Sometimes you’re sitting on the couch with another girl, your arm around her, she falls asleep on your shoulder, and you feel like some decent human being for once. Next scene, she’s riding you, tits bouncing in your face, her ass slapping against your thighs while she moans your name like she’s trying to wake the whole building. You start feeling kinda bad about not picking just one, then the game laughs at you and drops another scene where two of them kiss in front of you, then look back and ask which one you want tonight. Emotional guilt, erection, soft music, wet sounds, all mixed together until your brain gives up and just goes with it.

Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.