City looks normal for like five seconds, then you zoom in and it is all fucked. Cops take bribes like it is a sport, dealers run the corners, and this girl is just trying to drag her ass to school, keep her grades barely alive, and make sure her little brother has dinner that is not just bread and cheap cheese. She is not some shy anime cloud, she walks with that “I will kick your balls through your spine” energy, but you can see she is tired. Not soft, just worn down. Then on one shit morning she cuts through the wrong alley, headphones half in, school bag sliding down her shoulder, and hears Jack’s voice. Jack, the kind of rich bastard whose sneakers cost more than her rent. She stumbles into a conversation about product, routes, and who needs to be “taken care of” and you just know this isn’t going to end with a polite apology and everybody going home.

He sends a goon to shut her up and the game just goes “nah”. You get control, and instead of the cliché crying and begging, she plants her foot in his ribs, slams him against the wall, and you can practically feel his air leave his lungs. It is messy, almost clumsy, but that is why it hits. She knows a bit of self-defense, enough to turn a street grab into a full-on humiliation. Then Jack shows up, amused, angry, curious, all at the same time. From there, things spiral. The city becomes this playground of dirty deals and filthy favors where every scene can tilt between “I’m in control” and “oh shit, I really am not”. She goes to school, sits in a boring lesson, teacher droning, and your mind is still stuck on the way Jack’s hand closed around her throat in that warehouse corridor, pinning her to the cold wall while he whispered that she just became his favorite problem. The game likes to stall like that: normal environment, horny brain.

She starts taking shady jobs because money is a joke. Cleaning some thug’s office after hours while security cameras watch her bend over. Helping out at a club where the dress code is “short skirt, no pride”. You get these stripping scenes that start as “earn quick cash” and turn into a grind of groping hands, bills shoved between her thighs, her trying to keep it together while some loser in the front row records everything on his phone. You click through options that feel wrong in a good way. Do you let the boss smack her ass in front of everyone for a bonus or keep that last little piece of dignity and go home broke. The virgin angle is not just a tag they slapped on; the first time she is alone in her cramped bathroom, fingers shaking, replaying Jack’s threats and the way her own body betrayed her, it feels awkward and messy. She locks the door, leans over the sink, touches herself like she is angry at the idea of wanting any of this, breathing hard so her family does not hear through the thin walls. And the blackmail hits later, when those “side jobs” get turned into leverage. Screenshots. Video files. “You like being the tough girl? Then strip for the camera and prove it.” There is some light bdsm stuff baked into it, but it is always wrapped in that city grime, not clean and shiny. Rope that leaves marks, hands that grip too tight, orders hissed into her ear while textbook pages still open on her desk. And there is this one tiny thing that annoyed me: her school shoes look slightly different between scenes and it keeps bugging my brain every time she walks into class after spending the night getting pushed against a car hood in an alley where the streetlight flickers like a dying eye. I keep waiting for the game to explain it. It never does.

A horny Harry Potter parody that actually leans into the weird stuff instead of pretending it’s just about “magic academy romance”. Here you’re poking around this twisted version of Hogwarts, and everything feels a bit off, like someone cast a spell that replaced the school rules with Pornhub search history. Hermione isn’t the book-nerd side character anymore, she’s basically the main toy and the story keeps throwing her into these situations where “ancient evil” really just means some smug bastard who figured out how to use mind control for sex. At first it looks like standard fanfic: dusty corridors, old portraits, secret rooms, some forbidden book with too many eyes on the cover. Then you’re making her kneel in front of that “forbidden book” and telling her to practice her oral skills while supposedly “studying”. And the worst part is how the game pretends this is all serious mythology, like yes, very tragic prophecy, anyway get her on the desk and fuck her brains out because ritual requires it. Sure.

What makes it fun is how it keeps twisting canon stuff into dirty scenes. You get cosplay vibes right away: Hermione in slightly off-brand school uniform, later in slutty “ritual robes” that barely cover her nipples, or in some half-assed monster girl form when the magic corruption starts kicking in and suddenly she has horns or a tail and still acts like homework is the real problem. One moment she’s this shy witch blushing about kissing a girl, next she’s tongue-deep in another witch’s pussy because “the spell only works with shared fluids”. It goes from romance-lite, holding hands in a hidden classroom, to full mind-controlled gangbang where her eyes are glazed and she’s riding twin brothers while some older milf professor pretends it’s “advanced practical exam”. The game really likes that switch from consent talk to “oops, the spell made her a perfect little slave, guess we have to use her now”. It’s dirty in that slightly uncomfortable way that still makes you click “continue” way too fast.

There’s this one scene that stuck with me and honestly it’s not even the nastiest one. You’re in some abandoned tower, candles everywhere, and Hermione is masturbating on the floor, muttering bits of Latin and Harry’s name in the same breath, like she can’t decide if she wants safety or corruption. You’re supposed to be this ancient power whispering inside her head, telling her to touch herself “for knowledge”, and every time you push her a little more she reacts, panties soaked, fingers inside, begging for more magic. Later you get proper penetration scenes, her bent over an old stone altar, getting filled while she chants spells that sound like they should protect her but clearly don’t. And yes, there’s lesbian stuff, group stuff, a milf teacher who pretends to resist then folds in two lines, some weird romance moments where they talk about feelings while covered in cum. Not everything hits perfectly, a couple of dialogues feel like they were written on a phone in a bus, and one monster girl encounter just kind of starts, happens, and never gets mentioned again. But the overall vibe is this messy, horny, slightly cursed fan project that understands why people actually search for “Hermione mind control” at three browser tabs deep, and doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

Middle-aged, bored, thinks he’s clever because he learned how to delete browser history on mobile. That’s your guy here. He’s got the comfy house, the quiet wife who’s more interested in TV than his dick, and a work schedule that never changes. Then some young girl turns up waving a piece of paper that basically screams “You fucked up years ago.” It doesn’t wait long with the teasing either. You’re in control of him, but honestly half the time it feels like you’re trying to steer a dick that already made all the decisions before the brain caught up. One scene you’re in the office pretending to work, next scene you’re with your side-piece giving her a sloppy blowjob in a parked car, phone buzzing with messages from your wife asking about dinner.

The cool thing is how it keeps the sex close to the everyday stuff. Like, you’re doing boring paperwork, the girl who might be your daughter texts something innocent, and your mind goes straight into the gutter on its own. There is this bit where you’re in the shower, jerking off quietly so the wife doesn’t hear, and the game cuts between water on tiles and these little animated flashes of the girls you’ve been messing with. Not just still pics, actual movement, hips grinding slow, lips around your cock, spit running down, that kind of cheap but effective stuff that hits harder than it should on a small phone screen. You can almost feel the towel getting cold while you decide if you answer your wife’s call or keep your hand going. Later there is a scene on the balcony where you’re supposed to just smoke and relax, but of course some girl shows up in clothes that might as well be legal trouble. She leans over the rail, he tries to keep it casual, and you can scroll through his shitty internal monologue while her tits bounce in this loop that looks like someone animated it at 3 in the morning after too much coffee. At some point she straight up reaches into his pants, and you get this messy handjob with cars passing below, tiny streaks of light while your cum hits her fingers. It’s not classy, but it’s honest. The cheating angle is treated like brushing your teeth: something he does because it’s there. You’ll go from lazy couch talk with the wife to having your cock sucked in a stairwell so fast you barely remember how you got there, and the game doesn’t bother justifying it. Half the choices feel like excuses you’d tell yourself in real life. “It’s just a little flirting.” Sure, until you’re balls deep in some girl you met by accident, trying not to say the wrong name while she rides you and your phone lights up on the floor. There is this one hotel room scene where he’s supposed to have a serious talk, but you know how that goes. Clothes forgotten on a chair, her on her knees, tongue on the shaft, slow strokes, his hands awkward because he’s still pretending this is about feelings. And somewhere under all that, there is the whole “birth certificate” thing hanging over his head, but it slides in and out of focus like a bad habit you keep ignoring. You get little moments where he’s alone on the bed, scrolling through messages, jerking off to some pic he swore he deleted, trying to convince himself he’s still a good guy while the game quietly laughs at him in the background.

Calvin's basically that dude everyone knows who fucked up his entire life and now crashes at his buddy's place indefinitely. You know the type - probably smells like disappointment and cheap beer, except in this case he's about to become the neighborhood's most unlikely sex educator. His friend's family isn't exactly throwing welcome parties, but hey, free housing is free housing.

The daughter Megan's got this whole straight-A student thing going but she's completely clueless about anything below the waistline. Perfect setup for some seriously questionable mentorship, right? She's supposed to be this innocent bookworm type who's never even figured out what her own body parts do, which honestly feels a bit ridiculous but whatever - we're not here for realistic character development. The corruption angle is pretty obvious from the jump, and it plays out exactly like you'd expect with Calvin slowly introducing her to increasingly kinky shit. There's voyeurism elements scattered throughout where you're basically being a creepy old pervert watching this girl discover her sexuality, which... yeah, that's definitely a choice the developer made.

This whole thing is apparently inspired by some classic called Cohabitation, though I never played that one so can't compare. The sandbox mechanics let you wander around the house and interact with different family members at various times, building relationships and unlocking new scenarios. You've got your standard progression of handjobs leading to oral, then full penetration, anal, the whole escalation ladder. There's groping scenes, masturbation sequences, sex toys get introduced eventually. The 3DCG animation is serviceable but nothing groundbreaking - characters move like they're made of slightly melted plastic sometimes. Mobile compatibility is there if you want to be that guy jerking off to trainer games on your phone. Developer admits they made this to decompress from stress, which honestly explains the unpolished feel throughout.