This thing is basically fanfiction that got drunk and horny and forgot what “respecting the source material” means. You’re Fafnir, yeah, that grumpy dragon nerd, but here he’s not just hoarding games. He’s hoarding control. You’re poking into the bodies and minds of the girls from Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid and then some extras from other shows too, like someone left the multiverse door open and you just wandered in with a curse book. The vibe is: visual novel, click through scenes, pick a line, watch the girls slowly stop being themselves and start being exactly what your pervy little dragon brain wants. It uses AI CG so sometimes a shot looks almost too pretty and then you notice a weird finger or strange angle and your brain goes “huh” for half a second before going right back to staring at thighs. It’s messy, but in a way that kinda fits a curse story. Nothing here feels gentle. You’re not romancing, you’re breaking people down and repainting them inside their own heads, and if that sounds fucked up… yeah, it is. The game knows it, and it doesn’t really care.

The mind control stuff is not subtle at all. You curse, you tweak, you watch them crack. Tohru trying to stay loyal to Kobayashi while your influence slides into her thoughts is lowkey the best part. She’s smiling, saying her normal cute maid lines, but the text starts sneaking in things like her clenching her thighs or her hands hovering too long on places she shouldn’t touch. She tells herself she’s doing it for Kobayashi, serving her better, but it’s obvious she’s being rewired into your perfect toy. There’s a scene where you push her to “practice” seduction so she can surprise Kobayashi later, but every choice is actually making her more addicted to your magic and less able to say no. It’s twisted and horny and kind of pathetic, in a good way. Then you jump over to Kanna and the tone whiplash hits. She’s smaller, cuter, and the game leans hard into teasing and “innocent” obedience that is absolutely not innocent. She starts out pouting and stubborn, and after some curse adjustments she’s just quietly doing what you say, blushing and asking if she was “a good girl” while you mess with her body like you’re tuning a character in a creator app. I honestly spend too long just staring at how the lighting hits her legs in one CG and got annoyed because there’s this tiny artifact on her knee I couldn’t unsee. Still clicked through, obviously. Then you’ve got stuff with Power randomly showing up like someone mashed Chainsaw Man into the wrong folder, and instead of fixing it the dev just rolled with it. She’s loud, rude, and super easy to corrupt, which fits weirdly well. She hates being told what to do, so naturally the curse turns her into the kind of girl who begs to be ordered around, and by the time she’s grinding on a chair because you told her she can’t touch herself yet, she’s basically a dog chasing its own tail.

The best part is when the game pretends it’s about romance for a few lines. Fafnir suddenly gets almost poetic with Makoto Takiya, talking about “human attachment” while he’s literally using curse magic to make the girls obsess over him. It reads like those cringy Discord DMs where someone tries to sound deep before sending a dick pic. There’s also a running thing with sexual harassment that is just treated as normal here. You tell them to “act more friendly” and the next scene they’re rubbing against you in public, clothes riding up, people around kind of existing but not really mattering. The choices are often like: “push her further,” “push her even further,” or “pretend to be gentle while pushing her further anyway.” No moral out. Not even pretending. The parody angle is strong in how it pulls characters from everywhere and shoves them in the same cursed sandbox, but it never slows down to explain the lore properly, which I kinda liked. It feels like browsing a bunch of horny Twitter fanart threads at once, except here you get to decide exactly how broken their minds end up. And sometimes the CG glitches a bit or the proportions look a bit off, but that almost makes it feel more like some forbidden game you shouldn’t be playing, instead of polished merch. I tried screenshotting a scene with Tohru kneeling, looking up, her eyes half-gone from the spell, and my capture app lagged right at the good frame. Still mad about that.

Whole thing feels like some horny comic nerd’s fever dream that accidentally turned into a game and nobody stopped them. You’re the only guy left in this mashed up DC / Marvel world, and instead of going full tragic, the story just leans into “ok, who do you want to fuck first?” with a straight face. It’s not pretending to be deep. One minute you’re talking to Raven while she’s being all moody and low-key horny in the background, next you’re suddenly dealing with She-Hulk crowding the screen with her muscles and tits like she’s gonna break both your ribs and your dick. The writing flips from kinda funny to kind of cringe in like two lines, but somehow that fits a setting where Wonder Woman and Black Widow can show up in the same hallway and nobody questions reality. They just question how hard you’re staring at their ass.

What I actually like is how the game remembers small stuff you say, like when you try to flirt with Maria Hill with some half-ass line, she gives you that “are you serious” vibe, and it comes back later when she grudgingly lets you touch her anyway. Same with Poison Ivy: if you play nice, she’s almost tender, but if you’re an asshole, she treats you like a walking dildo she’s tired of but still using. The sex scenes change a bit depending on how you handled them before, not crazy branching, but enough that blowing off Emma Frost to go chase Teen Titans girls like Raven or Starfire-lite types doesn’t feel totally ignored. Oral scenes are actually described with some care, like the dev really enjoys writing about tongues and spit, but then they kind of rush some of the vaginal stuff like “ok, you fuck her, you cum, next”. Power Girl’s scenes hit that “huge tits, big ass, act annoyed but secretly loving it” thing hard, then it cuts to something more romantic with Jean Grey trying to act responsible while literally grinding on you. There’s romance tags and they do kind of try, especially with characters like Ms. Marvel and Captain Marvel, where you can be less of a fuckboy, but it still always circles back to you shoving something in someone. Also the UI is a little clunky in spots and I swear a choice skipped for me once in a conversation with Psylocke and I will never know what that line was and it annoys me way more than it should. Anyway, if seeing Harley Quinn suck you off after you tease her about being “the less hot clown” compared to some random meme version of her sounds like your thing, yeah, that energy is here. And then the game turns around and gives you a quiet, slow scene with Raven where she just holds your hand before riding you in a dark room like you’re both pretending feelings don’t exist. It’s messy, horny, awkward, and weirdly honest about what it is.

You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.

Pandora’s Box 2 feels like someone took a slow-burn TV drama about a fucked up family, poured lube all over it, then left the camera running while everyone made terrible decisions with their bodies. Nineteen years passed in the story, but it still has this dirty “I should not be watching this” energy. You jump between the old protagonists and this new girl who walks into the mess like she’s joining a cult by accident. Half the time I was just clicking forward thinking “ok it can’t get more degenerate than this” and then it throws in some smug femdom scene where a woman sits on a guy’s face, talks shit about him while he rims her, and the game is like, totally casual about it. The corruption stuff is not instant either, it feels like you’re nudging people, pushing them from “I would never do that” to “okay maybe I’ll let her lick me while someone watches from the door crack.” And the camera really likes asses here, especially huge ones, it keeps finding angles where you’re basically staring at bouncing cheeks while someone is being used like a sex toy under them. It’s kinda shameless and that’s the charm.

The voyeurism and exhibition scenes are where it got me hooked more than I expected. There is this moment where the male protagonist thinks he’s sneaky, spying on two girls going down on each other on a couch, and then one of them suddenly looks straight at him, keeps fingering the other girl and just smirks. No jump scare, just “yeah, keep watching, idiot.” Later you get the opposite, where you’re basically pushed into being the show: public bathroom stall, door half open, girl on her knees stuffing your cock in her mouth, messy blowjob sounds, some random silhouette passing by outside while she strokes you with one hand and uses the other to play with herself. There is so much oral in this thing, like they really like mouths on everything: blowjob, handjob finishing into blowjob, footjob where she gives you a lazy jerk with her soles then leans down and sucks you just to tease, and even a scene where the girl is masturbating in front of a mirror and ends up licking her own fingers like she’s eating dessert. Also, yeah, NTR is there, not soft, not “oh we held hands,” I mean watching someone you care about ride another person, moaning for them, while you just exist somewhere in the background like a ghost. Some people are gonna close the tab right there, others will hate-click through it, no in between.

The adventure vibe is mostly in how the choices slowly twist the relationships, not in some big fantasy stuff. You’re basically walking through a sexual minefield: say yes to one thing and suddenly a girl that was shy is now grinding on another woman’s face, or a guy who seemed normal ends up licking cum out of someone after getting humiliated. The multiple protagonists make the whole thing feel like browsing different horny Reddit accounts of the same family from different angles. One moment you’re the guy getting a sloppy blowjob while trying not to think about how wrong the situation is, next you’re the woman who knows exactly how much control she has, telling him where to cum like he’s her pet, then you’re with the new female lead, getting dragged deeper into exhibition bullshit where she’s half naked, pressed against a window, getting eaten out, knowing damn well anyone outside could see. Sex here is not just “vaginal, oral, done.” It’s licking, sucking, watching, being watched, fingers in places you didn’t expect, faces pressed between thighs, and that slow, dirty shift where “I would never let her do that to me” turns into “ok, just this once” and then it never stops at just once.