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.

Eldmere looks pretty at first glance, like one of those shiny fantasy kingdoms from a mobile ad, but then you realize the whole place runs on control, sex and who’s holding who by the throat. You play this guy who crawls out of an orphanage and suddenly finds himself in the world of “Trainers”, which is basically nobility mixed with professional doms who smile in public and break people in private. Your job is to climb that ladder, one obedient girl and one fake-ass polite noble at a time. The game loves to tease you: big soft breasts pushed into your face while the girl is technically your “student”, that slow bending-over animation where you know it’s scripted but your brain still goes “wait, run that back”, and those outfits that are like three straps away from just public indecency. You walk through those gilded halls and everyone looks like a painting you should not be allowed to touch, but the whole point is that you absolutely are allowed to touch, if you play your cards right.

What got me hooked was how the sex and the power games are all tangled. You’re not just pressing “fuck” and watching a loop. You’re coaxing, threatening, rewarding, humiliating, and your choices actually twist how a girl looks at you later. There’s this moment where you’re “teaching” a noble’s daughter how to behave at a ball, which sounds boring, and then suddenly you’re using her mouth as a lesson in obedience while she still tries to keep that perfect-lady smile. She’s got this massive chest squeezed into some ridiculous corset, and you decide if she ends the scene proud of serving you or crying because you pushed too far. Then later you meet her again and she remembers. Small facial expression changes, how quickly she kneels, whether she teases you with her ass while pretending it’s “an accident”. Stuff like that feels way hotter than just another hentai loop on auto-play in VLC.

The world itself is kind of messed up in a good way. Beauty is a weapon, and everyone knows it, so the girls flaunt it like currency. You’ll have a courtesan with a perfect round ass sitting on your lap, whispering palace secrets while you’re trying not to stare down her cleavage too obviously. The game almost trolls you with how often it puts big tits right in the camera for no real reason, like “oh, you were listening to the political plot? Here, have some nipples pressed under silk to ruin your focus”. I wish some scenes were less talky in the middle, like the pacing goes horny, horny, horny, then ten lines of lore about who owns what estate and which Trainer betrayed which mistress, and I’m just sitting there drinking cold coffee like, yeah yeah, please get back to that maid who “accidentally” brushed her ass along my cock under the table. Also there’s this one background loop in a fancy hall that plays too often and now my brain associates it with getting teased and never quite finishing. But then the game throws another scene where a shy servant girl, who was barely making eye contact before, starts grinding back against you, tits bouncing while she pretends she’s just “adjusting her stance”, and you forget the complaint instantly. It’s classy and trashy at the same time, like someone glued a porno behind a stained glass window and gave you the key to walk in.

A long time ago this guy was a god, like real god, not some cosplay dude with foam sword. People prayed to him, gave him girls, gave him power, all that wild ancient stuff. Then everything went to shit, he got sealed like some scary monster story and the world moved on, forgot him. Fast forward to modern world and suddenly there is this one last believer, a shy little thing who finds an old ritual, thinks it is just weird superstition, and still tries it in her tiny bedroom with her phone flashlight and some cheap candles from Amazon. And boom, he wakes up. Not in a temple, not in some glorious battlefield, but right there between her messy bed and her laptop with porn tabs still open. It feels kind of funny and kind of hot at same time, this mix of epic god energy and super normal modern girl who never even had a real boyfriend and has no idea what to do when an actual ancient sex god is just standing in front of her, already hard, already curious.

From here the story just keeps getting more dirty, but the tone stays weirdly romantic under all the filth, like he actually looks at her first, studies her face, the way her hands shake when she touches his chest, not only how her tits bounce when he pulls off her shirt. She starts as a virgin, nervous, breathing fast, but there is this almost religious hunger growing in her, like her body already remembers him from other lives. When he finally pushes inside her the game does not rush, it stays on that first stretch, the little pain mixed with deep pleasure, her nails scratching his back, his hand around her throat but gentle, almost like he is checking she is still present. Later he gets more rough, there is anal, there is double use where his cock and a thick toy take her at same time and she is drooling on the sheets, but it never feels like some cheap porn clip, more like a very long night that keeps going and going, changing rhythm. One scene that stayed in my head is when he makes her ride a toy while he just watches, arms crossed, commenting quietly how her pussy opens up, telling her to look at herself in the mirror. It is kind of humiliating for her, but she clearly loves it, and I felt like a creep because I loved it too. I wish they used that mirror more honestly, there is something about seeing her own face while he’s fucking her from behind that would make it perfect, but they do not really go back to it.

Later more girls appear, of course, because one worshiper is never enough for a god that is horny and bored after thousands of years. There is a smug office lady who pretends she does not believe in gods, then ends up on her knees giving messy head with mascara all over, and a quiet nerdy girl who watches from the doorway first, thinking they do something wrong, and then slowly gets pulled into the group, tongue hesitating when she first licks another girl, then going deeper like she is tasting something forbidden. The group scenes go pretty far, multiple holes all used, toys everywhere, one girl sitting on his face while another rides him, the first believer holding a camera because he tells her to record everything, like building his own private holy scripture of sweaty skin and dripping cum. There is also this short bit with tentacles that feels like a glitch in the universe, he calls some leftover ancient power and suddenly there are wet, shiny limbs curling around ankles and wrists, spreading thighs open so wide it looks impossible, sliding in places fingers cannot reach. It is only one chapter but it burned into my brain. The game itself is simple, just reading and clicking, no choices, but I opened it again on my phone in bed, on desktop with one hand on mouse and one somewhere else, because the pacing of scenes is strangely addicting. You watch this god slowly change from distant, almost cold, into a possessive bastard who cannot get enough, and these “normal” girls from modern world turn into his little cult of sluts, sharing spit, sharing cock, whispering his name like prayer while their asses are already full. I still think one scene needed more lube, like you can almost feel the burn, but somehow that made me like it more.

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.