Yuu looks like one of those quiet types you’d never notice in a crowd, but that’s the trick, isn’t it? The game doesn’t start with fireworks or any fancy menu music - it just drops you right into his head. You can almost feel how tense he is around Misaki, his little sister who’s too innocent for the filth swirling around her. It’s that kind of story where every click feels heavier than it should, because one wrong choice and things slide from tender to completely fucked-up. And they do. You think you’re protecting her, then suddenly the camera lingers too long, she’s asleep, breathing soft, and your cursor hesitates. It’s not subtle about temptation. The voyeurism here is dirty in a way that makes you feel complicit, like you’re peeking through a crack in a door you shouldn’t have opened.

The animation hits that weirdly realistic zone - not uncanny, just raw enough to make the moans stick in your ears. There’s this one scene where Yuu’s hand trembles before touching her thigh, and the sound design makes it worse, or better, depending on what you came for. When the blackmail angle kicks in, everything starts looping back: guilt, lust, anger, repeat. Some endings hit harder than expected - one actually made me shut my phone for a minute. Then I went back anyway. The multiple paths don’t feel like “good” or “bad” endings, more like different shades of corruption. You’ll probably hate yourself a bit, which is exactly why it works.

Weird thing - the romance thread actually lands emotionally once or twice, like when Misaki whispers his name during the sleep scene, half-awake, half-aware. It’s messed up and strangely intimate. You won’t find polished heroes or tidy morals here, just a slow descent wrapped in warm skin and bad decisions. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Guy grows up on a boring farm, shoveling shit, milking cows, watching the same hills every day, and one morning he just snaps and says “fuck this, I’m done.” That’s basically where the game starts. He walks into this new guild in town like some clueless country boy with a hard dick and big dreams, and the guild is nothing like he imagined. It’s less glorious hero hall and more horny circus, full of weirdos, stacked women and things that probably count as “monsters” on paper but end up hotter than half the humans in town. You see it all from his eyes, close and personal, like you’re the one trying not to stare at their tits when they’re pretending to explain guild rules. I failed that part, by the way. Hard.

The town itself feels like a big playground that somebody filled with quests just so you had an excuse to walk around staring at asses. It’s one of those sandboxes where you just wander, poke things, get distracted, forget the main story exists, then suddenly remember you were supposed to become a “real adventurer” and not just bang every girl with a pulse. Half the time I was going “ok, next I’m gonna do proper guild jobs” and then this busty receptionist bends over the counter and my brain just turns to pornhub suggestions. There’s that slow, teasing rhythm too: first it’s casual talk, then innuendo, then you’re back in the same spot later and the conversation is just a little dirtier, her top a little tighter, her eyes locking on your crotch like it’s part of the quest log. They really nailed that feeling of escalation where you know you’re in a harem game long before the MC figures it out. He’s always the last one to understand he’s surrounded by girls who want to jump him. You’re just watching thinking “dude, she is basically offering her pussy on a silver plate” and he’s like “wow she’s friendly.”

What really gets me is when the “monster” girls show up. First time you meet one, you half expect some goofy gimmick. Then she leans in close, you notice fangs, scales, maybe a tail swaying behind her, but your dick does not care at all. I had one scene where the MC is alone in some side area the guild barely uses, and this not-quite-human girl corners him. You can see her curves clear as day, boobs pressing against him, pupils doing that hungry thing, and she’s talking about “payment” for helping her with a tiny errand that took like two clicks. The game doesn’t rush it. There’s that slow, heavy silence where you know she’s about to make him choose between pretending he’s a good boy and letting her ride him stupid in some dusty storage room, while everyone else in the guild is just a few doors away. And because it’s from his perspective, the camera just sits right there while her hand slowly drifts down, testing him, testing you. Sometimes I wished the MC talked less and just fucked more, but then again, the teasing is part of why it hits. The world feels slightly messy, not super polished, like a shelf full of figures where some are still in the box and some already out and leaning funny, but that’s exactly the charm here: everything’s a bit imperfect, a bit off, but you still want to collect every girl, every scene, every little moment where the farm boy forgets about “goals” and just gets lost in soft skin and dangerous curves.

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.

The story kicks off like someone accidentally hit “load save file” on a life that already went to hell twice. The guy you play as isn’t some shining hero - he’s just trying to crawl back from a mess that smells like heartbreak and cheap perfume. The world around him? All shiny screens and fake smiles, every move tracked, every glance sold to the highest bidder. It’s weirdly hot and depressing at the same time. You walk through neon-lit streets where even the vending machines flirt with you, and somehow you end up tangled in conversations that start innocent and end with someone’s breath catching in their throat. The girls here aren’t just eye candy - they tease, they test, they *know* exactly how much power they’ve got. And yeah, those curves are basically weapons.

The game doesn’t rush you, though. It lets you stew in the tension. One moment you’re arguing with a woman who could break your heart or your pelvis - probably both - and the next you’re caught in a scene that feels too real for a screen. The teasing is constant: a brush of skin, a look that lingers too long, the kind of moan that makes your phone feel heavier in your hand. You make choices, but they don’t always feel like yours. Sometimes you pick the “nice” answer and end up in her bed anyway, other times you try to be bold and she just laughs, walks away, and leaves you staring at her hips as she goes. It’s frustrating. It’s brilliant. It’s kind of addictive.

There’s something about the way it mixes romance and filth that feels almost wrong - in a good way. The emotional bits sneak up on you between the dirty ones, and suddenly you care about someone whose main skill is making you blush. The game knows exactly what it’s doing; it just pretends not to.