You start off just trying to get some relief, you know? That kind of desperate, sticky frustration that makes your brain hum like bad wiring. Then something answers. Not a god, not an angel - something way hotter, way less holy. A demon girl with eyes that look like they’ve seen every filthy fantasy you’ve ever had and decided to make them real. From there, it’s chaos in the best way. You’re suddenly the “master,” but the power feels slippery, like it’s always one moan away from turning against you. The game doesn’t waste time pretending to be deep - it’s raw, horny energy wrapped in weird magic and crossover madness. Helen Parr’s thighs shouldn’t move like that, but they do. Marin Kitagawa giggling while she calls you “senpai” right before she wraps her feet around you? Yeah, that happens.

The summoning thing is half ritual, half porn logic - sometimes you get a succubus, sometimes you get a superhero mom who looks way too flexible for her own good. I kept expecting it to get repetitive, but every scene finds some new angle on control or surrender. The foot stuff is everywhere, like the dev just couldn’t help themselves (I’m not complaining, just saying). There’s this one bit where Azula goes from smug to begging, and it’s so perfectly wrong it made me pause the game just to breathe. The AI art sometimes glitches - extra fingers, weird eyes - but somehow that makes it hotter? Like it’s too much desire for the screen to handle.

It’s dirty, it’s messy, it’s the kind of game you play when you want to feel owned and powerful at the same time. I wish there was more sound design, more gasps and sloppy noises, but maybe that’s for the next update. Or maybe I don’t actually want it fixed; part of the charm is how it feels like a fever dream someone coded during a horny breakdown. Anyway, if you ever wanted to see Aunt Cass milk a demon cock while Raven watches with that half-bored, half-turned-on face - well, this is the kind of unholy playground you were praying for.