You wake up broke, horny, and back in your old room that still smells a bit like teenage shame and cheap body spray, and the game just kind of grins and says, “yeah, this is where it starts.” You’re this young psychology guy who thought he had life sorted, then it all collapses and you crawl back to mom’s house. Only mom isn’t just “mom” anymore. She’s this thick, soft, dangerous kind of beautiful, the kind that makes your eyes slide over her curves against your will. She walks around the house in clothes that hug her huge tits and that insane ass in a way no actual mother should, bending over the couch while you pretend to look away and fail every single time. The camera loves her, almost too much. It lingers on the subtle stuff, the underwear line digging into her hips, the way her nipple outline threatens to show when she moves. You’re supposed to feel guilty. You don’t. Or you do, but it just makes your dick harder. It’s that kind of story.

Then there are the sisters, and yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing. The older one moves like a witch who realized she can control a room just by existing. Goth clothes, dark nails that look like they’d hurt when she scratches your back, eyes that tell you she thinks you’re trash but her body keeps betraying her, slower each day. There’s this moment where you “accidentally” walk in while she’s bent over her desk in fishnets, headphones in, skirt just not quite long enough, and the main character just stands there too long while you feel his thoughts going places they absolutely shouldn’t. Later, when the hypnosis angle really kicks in, watching her resist you with this mix of hatred and arousal, hips still grinding in spite of her words, that’s where the corruption hits harder than any sex scene. She spits insults while she rides your cock, then trembles when you ask her who owns that tight ass now, and her voice breaks on the answer. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. It’s both at once. The younger sister is the opposite weather: all pastel pink, soft hair, candy wrappers, plush toys, girly socks that should not look so good wrapped around your waist. She trusts you way too much. She curls against you during a movie, her small tits brushing your arm, and the game slows the moment just enough that you feel that sharp, dirty edge when your hand lingers longer than it should on her thigh. Later, with the mind control, teaching her to touch herself on command, watching her bite her lip while she obeys, that’s the point where “romance” and “corruption” almost merge into this twisted little love story that you’re not sure you’re supposed to enjoy so much.

The hypnotherapist is the real doorway drug. Mom’s friend, older but still tight where it counts, eyes that see too much and voice that rolls over you like warm honey. You sit in her office as “assistant,” pretending to take notes while she drops other women into deep trance, fingers playing with their minds and their bodies at the same time, and you’re there, hard under the desk, memorizing every word, every pattern. There’s a point when she leans down behind a patient and guides the girl’s mouth on a toy, whispering triggers, and your brain just goes click. After that, going home feels different. Sleeping bodies don’t feel safe anymore. The game leans into sleep sex in a way that’s almost too intimate. Like, you stand over your mom’s bed at night, listening to her slow breathing, watching her tits rise and fall under the thin fabric, and one tiny suggestion you planted earlier makes her legs spread a little. She mumbles your name in her sleep while you slide your hand under her panties and the guilt is there, but it’s distant, like a voice behind glass. Same with the sisters, those late-night scenes where the younger one is half-asleep, squirming and moaning softly as your fingers tease her soaked slit, or the older one clenching around your cock in her sleep, cursing you in her dreams while her body begs for more. The game doesn’t flinch from that dirty intimacy. It loves deepthroats that go too far, tears at the corner of her eyes, spit and mascara mess. It loves big tits bouncing while you fuck them, cocks sliding between them until you paint her chest white. It loves asses, god, the asses: thick ebony hips, mom’s juicy milf curves, your sister’s perfect goth bubble butt stretched around your shaft when you finally push into her tight hole and she squirts all over the sheets. Anal, vaginal, titfucks, creampies that drip out slowly while she walks around the house pretending nothing happened. Sex toys buzzing between thighs, collars and ropes appearing on the “good girl” routes that still somehow pretend to be romantic. There’s a weird tenderness under all that filth too, like when you watch your own cum slowly swell inside a belly on the pregnancy scenes, or when a character you’ve completely twisted still smiles at you like you’re her whole world. It’s wrong. It’s beautiful in a fucked way. It feels like you’re building a harem out of people who were once your family, your patients, your lovers, turning them into obedient, wet puppets and devoted partners at the same time, and the game just lets you keep going, deeper, softer, nastier, never really asking you to justify any of it. I just wish the text messages inside the game didn’t use that ugly default pop-up style, it pulls you out for a second, but then somebody drops to their knees, takes you so deep they choke, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed at all.

Three words first: horny, petty, cruel.

This game is basically about a lonely nerd with a hypnosis toy who should never be trusted with actual people, so of course we get to pilot his brain. Classic visual novel flow: click through dialog, pick the fork, watch everyone spiral. Nothing fancy on the surface, but the writing goes way past the usual “boobs appear, brain off” routine. The mind control stuff is mean in a very… careful way. You start with a simple suggestion in some quiet school hallway, like “hey, maybe unbutton your shirt, it’s hot in here,” and ten minutes later she’s standing in front of the whole class, totally dazed, fingers shaking while she peels her uniform open because your guy rewired her to think that’s normal. The humiliation scenes work because the characters actually talk like people first. They complain about homework, they tease each other, they rant about dumb club drama. Then you hit them with the penlight and suddenly the same girl who was rolling her eyes at you is standing there with her tits half out, cheeks on fire, mumbling “this is okay, right?” while everyone stares. That jump from banter to controlled puppet is where the game is nasty in a good way. It’s not subtle, but it knows exactly what it’s doing.

Story branches get wild. One route you slowly train a girl to calm down only when she’s stripping, so every stressful situation turns into her shakily taking off another piece of clothing. Library argument? Off goes the blazer. Teacher scolds her? Skirt on the desk. At some point I saw more bra in that hallway than in my entire Chrome history, and I use Chrome like a degenerate already. Another path leans into romance, which sounds wholesome until you realize your “sweet girlfriend” moments were basically patched together by you rewriting her insecurities. She cuddles up to you on the roof, big soft chest pressed against you, whispering how safe she feels around you, and in the back of your head you remember the literal text choice where you made her associate your voice with pleasure. It hits that uncomfortable place where you’re turned on and also thinking “wow, my protagonist is absolute garbage” and then you click the next sexy option anyway. Some of the teasing scenes are slow burn as hell, like you spend what feels like a full hentai episode just planting small triggers. A phrase here, a little “focus on my eyes” there, making her blush by calling out her underwear color. When it finally pays off and she’s glassy-eyed in the changing room, tugging down her panties because you told her “this is what good girls do,” the payoff feels earned in a really dirty way. Not gonna lie, a couple routes drag, you get chunks of chatter where you just mash mouse button and check Discord on your phone, but then suddenly someone is getting hypnotically convinced that being topless in the clubroom is her duty as class rep and your attention snaps right back. And yeah, sometimes the main guy acts like a whiny Reddit post gained sentience, but then he weaponizes that penlight and the whole tone shifts from loser energy to “oh, this bastard is dangerous.” It’s messy, horny, and way too good at making shame look sexy.

Jake is that kind of protagonist who looks normal at first and then you realize his whole life is basically horny paranormal chaos. Fresh grad, new big city, living with his brother, trying to be a decent guy, except there is literal Lust crawling around in his head and whispering “hey, what if you just… tweak that girl’s brain a little.” The game throws you right into that vibe where half the time you’re flirting on campus or at some shitty coffee place, and the other half you’re staring at some hellish demon with way too many teeth and tentacles, while still thinking “ok but can I fuck it?” You can go soft and romantic, like just dating, cuddling, slow handjob under the blanket, or you just slide full corruption route and start bending people’s minds, turning them into sex toys that smile at you while they swallow. It lets you pick how deep you go into that darkness, and it actually feels like a choice, not some fake menu flavor.

The Lust power is the real pervert engine here. You poke around in people’s heads and the game rewards you with those “Dreams” scenes, like detached little realities where you basically peek out through someone else’s eyes. One moment you’re the brother, jerking off alone because you’re jealous of Jake’s success. Next you’re stuck in a nightmare party where half the guests have glowing eyes and the other half are on their knees, mouths full, moaning stuff they’d never say when awake. Fucking weird in a good way. There’s all sorts of kinks layered in quietly. Group scenes where control slips and now there’s three bodies sweating on top of you, you have no idea whose hand is where, just tongues and wet sounds and someone begging for anal like it’s the only thing keeping them alive. Normal “dating sim” stuff sits right next to “oh cool, demon tentacle is rearranging my inside, guess that’s Tuesday now.” You can build yourself like an RPG nerd too, pumping stats so your mind control hits harder, or so you don’t get your ass kicked when some paranormal freak decides you’re on the menu. Combat’s there, but the real fights feel like they’re inside people’s minds, watching them crack, seeing a sweet shy girl slowly transform into a needy cock-hungry mess because you kept nudging her thoughts in the wrong direction. Also, small thing but it annoyed the shit out of me: the way some scenes cut off right when you want one more thrust, one more frame, like the game is edging you on purpose and then pretending it didn’t. But then you get another scene where Jake is spit-roasting someone with a demon, or waking up sticky after a furry centaur nightmare, or giving sloppy oral in some filthy alley while ghosts watch, and you kinda forgive it without even meaning to.

Strange Nights feels like someone grabbed Life is Strange, spilled horny fanfic all over it, then decided “yeah, this is fine” and kept going. You play as Mark Jefferson, the photography teacher, but here he’s not just that creepy guy in the background. He’s the main bastard. You get these weird powers that let you mess with time, memories, choices, all that, and the game leans fully into the fantasy of a teacher with too much control over his students. It’s not subtle. One minute you’re grading photos, the next you’re rewinding a scene because you picked the wrong line that would have pushed a shy student a little deeper into your orbit. There’s this one moment in class where you casually compliment a girl’s shot, then rewind, insult it, then rewind again and choose the “neutral but suggestive” answer, just to see which timeline makes her more flustered later when she’s on her knees in your office. That’s the kind of sick little loop the game wants you to play with every choice.

The tone really hits that “fake respectable teacher, actual predator” vibe. You walk around the school acting professional, checking your phone like you’re bored, but every dialogue option is a fork into something darker: do you slowly corrupt the top student until she begs to be your good girl, or do you push the tough lesbian who hates you into a twisted dom role where she ends up riding your face while you pretend you’re the one in charge? The game loves flipping roles like that. Sometimes Mark is clearly the one pulling strings, using his power to make a girl forget she said no, or to rewind that moment where she slapped him for touching her thigh, just to pick the “right” path that leads to her swallowing his cum like it was inevitable. Other times, you think you are manipulating her, and suddenly you find yourself tied to a chair in the darkroom, hands bound, camera flash popping while a student uses a crop on your chest and sits on your cock like it belongs to her. I had Spotify low in the background and it actually synced pretty well with one scene in the dorm hallway, where you’re pushing this nervous student into choosing between licking your cock or getting her ass fingered first. I swear the beat dropped right when she opened her mouth. Totally not planned, but it felt like some cursed DJ mix.

Sex-wise the game doesn’t pretend to be romantic. Blowjobs are sloppy and transactional, like “you want that higher grade, don’t you?” while she gags around you and tries to keep eye contact. There’s a great scene in the classroom after hours where you use your power to freeze a moment, walk behind a girl at her desk, pull her panties aside, and push in slowly while time crawls forward again, so she feels you at the same instant the world unpauses and she moans way too loud for an empty room. Handjobs show up a lot too, usually as a teasing step, like the dom student stroking you painfully slow and denying you, calling you “sir” in that mocking way while she talks about how she used to respect you. Anal hits harder when it comes after a long string of corruption choices, like when that straight A girl who was all about “boundaries” is now bent over your desk, taking you in her ass while crying and thanking you for “guiding” her. There’s mind control woven into this, not super sci-fi, more like you nudge their thoughts so the line between their will and your pressure gets blurry as hell. And yeah, lesbian scenes are there too, sometimes soft and experimental between students, other times you basically stage them as your private porn, rewinding until you get the perfect angle of one student buried between another girl’s thighs while you jerk off quietly in the shadows. The whole thing feels wrong in exactly the way it wants to, like a corrupted save file of Life is Strange someone found on a very dirty hard drive.