Holier than thou on the surface, horny like a nest of rabbits underneath. That is the vibe here. You’re not dealing with shy little church girls quietly praying in a cold stone hall. These “sisters” are fully aware they’re hot, they know exactly how to use a rosary as both spiritual tool and sex toy, and they keep smiling like nothing is weird while they do it. The story pretends to be about studying the world and spreading faith, but every time one of them talks about “missionary work” you can practically hear the dev’s smug grin through the screen. One moment they’re quoting holy lines, next moment they’re riding some poor bastard like they’re trying to convert his soul through his dick. Or her dick. Or its dick. The theology here is… flexible. Let’s say the church in this world is very open to “alternative forms of worship” and some of those “worship targets” are not exactly human.

What surprised me is how quickly the game drops you into their daily life. You’re in this strange monastery-lab hybrid, and the nuns treat “research” like an excuse to poke, prod and fuck every weird creature they drag in from the woods. First time I saw the monster girl in the cell I thought “ok, she’ll just be a side gag.” Two scenes later she’s on top of one of the sisters, tentacles wrapped around a crucifix, moaning something that is probably blasphemy in three languages. The mix of cute and filthy is weirdly effective. Their faces are adorable in that 3D doll way, but their mouths are pure gutter. One of them explains a complicated religious theory while jerking you off lazily like it’s no big deal, stops mid-sentence to lick the tip, then continues the lecture as if nothing happened. And she’s not even the freakiest one. There is a short scene where they try to classify “types of miracles” using a mobile app they coded themselves, with categories like “Divine Cream Filling” and “Spirit Possession but in a Hot Way” and I actually had to pause from laughing.

The humor lands more often than not. It’s not clever-clever, it’s that messy horny fanfiction energy, where a nun will argue about scripture accuracy then trip over her skirt and fall mouth first on a demon cock. There is one bit where they try to record a serious sermon on a phone and you can see all the outtakes in a side menu: the camera angle too low so you just see boobs, a monster girl tail slapping the mic, another sister walking naked in the background like that’s normal. Ironically, the pacing sometimes drags when the game pretends to be serious worldbuilding. There is a long explanation about how their order split from the main church that I swear nobody playing for porn will care about, and right after that they hit you with a scene of anal “confession” that suddenly jumps in intensity like the writer forgot the brakes existed. Some transitions are clumsy, like going from goofy banter to hardcore stuff in one click, but honestly that roughness also fits. It feels like you’re paging through a forbidden diary rather than some polished studio thing. And the way they treat faith, sin and pleasure as the same currency gives it this dirty, guilty little thrill, like you’re doing something wrong and loving every second.

Three witches, one cramped house, zero self-control. That is basically the whole mood here. You’re not watching some noble heroines in shiny armor, you’re poking around a messy magical sharehouse where everyone is horny, stressed and pretending they’ve got their shit together. Each witch has her own vibe: the serious one who pretends she’s above it all but still ends up with a demon’s tongue between her legs, the lazy troublemaker who uses magic like a dating app filter, and the “good girl” type who blushes while masturbating to the same corrupted visions she swears she hates. The game treats their daily life as a mix of errands, spell practice, demon hunting and “accidentally” walking in on each other naked. And that’s before the corruption really starts to bite.

The sandbox structure is the thing that got me hooked and annoyed at the same time. You can wander around the house, peek through doors, spy through keyholes, catch someone moaning in the bath, and the game just quietly tracks it all. I spent way too long messing with one stupid spell that only lets you watch from mirrors. It sounds small, but the first time I used it and saw the “good” witch on her knees, sucking off some shadow beast she summoned “for research”, it hit harder than the bigger quests. The corruption is not instant. You see small changes. She starts with awkward, hesitant oral, more teeth than tongue, then a few scenes later she is choking herself happily on a demon cock while you hide behind a wardrobe. The game never stops and says “look, she is corrupted now”, it just slips it in while you are busy trying to figure out how to use some magic ritual that probably will backfire on you anyway. There is cheating stuff too, but the game treats it almost casually. It’s more like “oh yeah, she has a boyfriend somewhere outside, anyway she is riding this monster with glowing eyes because it makes her cum like crazy”. It has that slightly dirty soap opera energy where everyone lies and nobody really wants to stop.

What I liked most is how the voyeur angle keeps colliding with the fact you actually play as the witches. One moment you hide and watch two of them making out, big tits pressed together, tongues slow, hands everywhere. Next moment you control one of them in a demon contract scene and you remember you chose to sign away a bit of her soul just to unlock a new masturbation animation in her room. The game lets you feel like a pervert neighbor and also the girl touching herself on the bed. Sometimes the magic is just an excuse to show how far their bodies can go. Tentacled demons pin them down, huge hands on their ass, spells failing because they are too busy moaning to finish a chant. Sometimes the fantasy stuff matters, like when a “simple” demon hunt turns into a long, sweaty corruption chain that ends with a witch voluntarily opening a portal between her thighs. There are little daily choices that look harmless, like using a charm to skip chores, and later you realize that charm is feeding off her purity and that’s why she now gets wet just hearing the word “master”. And I still can’t forgive the tiny detail that the kitchen table always looks the same even after all the filthy things they do on it, no stains, no mess, nothing. It bugs me every time I’m clicking past it on the way to watch one of them get railed by something with horns and too many tongues.

Kendra walks back into Al-Mara Academy like she owns the place and also kinda hates every brick in it. She is this vampire witch mix, all sharp eyes, big tits, big attitude, and you can feel she is here to fuck things up and also maybe fuck half the staff. The school used to be her home, now it is more like this creepy ex you have unfinished business with. Her old mentor vanished, there is talk about forbidden rituals, monsters in the basement, and students who look way too innocent until they have you pinned against a gothic column with fangs at your throat. The whole place has this strange vibe where a classroom can turn into a crime scene or a sex dungeon with candles and leather in about two clicks. One path you are asking questions about the rector. Next scene you are on your knees in the staff lounge, tasting someone’s secrets while they pull your hair and whisper spells straight into your ear.

What I like is how regular academy shit mixes with the horny and the strange. You are supposed to teach, right, be this serious professor in dark robes, but five minutes later you have a tattooed monster girl with claws tracing your throat, teasing and refusing to give a straight answer unless you let her ride your face. There is a lot going on under the surface. Racial tension between different magical races, old rules broken, new rules nobody respects, and then Kendra trying to keep her cool while her own hunger is constantly poked. Some scenes are soft, like slow romance in a quiet library, fingers brushing over a spellbook before sliding between thighs under the table. Then the game suddenly goes hard into BDSM, collaring, spanking, ropes glowing with runes, a student calling you “Professor” with that stupid ahegao face while you push deep and she clenches around you and begs for creampie like it is extra credit. The tone jumps from mystery to pure filth so fast it feels almost wrong, but in a good “yeah okay ruin me more” kind of way. Sometimes the investigation stops dead because some tall vampire with a big ass leans over the desk and you just forget you were checking clues and not her panties.

Sex here is not just “scene, cum, next.” It feels tangled with power and identity. Female domination pops up a lot, and Kendra is not always the one in control. Sometimes she has a student on their back, legs wide, nails in their hips while she grinds down and makes them choke on her pace. Other times some older witch presses her face into the mattress, whispers a spell, and you feel her tongue and magic at the same time, like she is rewriting you from inside. Oral, vaginal, messy creampies that drip down pale skin, monster girls with weird tongues and tight bodies that are almost human and not quite. In one scene a shy girl in gothic lace finally snaps, shoves Kendra against a stained glass window, bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, and rides her hand with this desperate rhythm while outside the bell tolls like a judge. And you still have to remember which suspect lied to you earlier. Or not. Honestly, half the fun is getting lost in the academy’s shadows and letting its sick little mix of romance, fear, and wet sheets pull you wherever it wants.

Aisling is the kind of tiny horny troublemaker that would absolutely ruin any “serious” fantasy story, and thank god for that. She’s a bored little pixie girl stuck in the most cliché magical forest ever, and instead of hunting goblins or saving kingdoms she’s basically spying on her hot freaky neighbor. You’re not choosing paths or pretending you’re a tactical genius here, this feels more like getting dragged along inside her head while she discovers that her body wants things way more intense than glitter and flowers. The whole thing plays out like one long, dirty peeping-session that slowly turns into “okay, I want that inside me right now” and then keeps going past the point where a normal porn comic would fade out. Since it’s kinetic, there’s no pretending you’re in control. You just watch and read and let it happen, like one of those nights where you promise yourself you’ll only open one Pornhub tab and then suddenly… yeah.

The first fun moment for me was when Aisling realizes Dink is not just “another fae” but a stacked futa bomb with a cock that looks way too heavy for that small body. Aisling is all curious and shy at the same time, playing with herself while she hides and stares, her wings twitching, thighs rubbing, asking herself what that thick thing would feel like against her tongue. The game doesn’t hurry. There’s this slow build where she keeps sneaking glances, squeezing her own tits, dripping on her own fingers, until she basically can’t handle it and decides she wants to taste. The camera loves close-ups: lips around shaft, tongue sliding along veins, drool strings, her cheeks puffing as she tries to take more. It’s very “pixie worships cock” energy. When it moves on from mouth to pussy and ass, it doesn’t pretend to be romantic. You see her tiny body getting stretched, wings fluttering, her belly bulging a bit when Dink pushes deep, and the animations keep looping just long enough that you start noticing little details like how her toes curl every time she gets pounded a bit harder. Sometimes it cuts away so you’re just watching from the side like a creepy voyeur hiding behind a mushroom, which honestly fits the whole fairy-pervert vibe too well.

What threw me off a bit, the pacing can be weird. You get these long bits of internal monologue where she’s rambling about how wrong and exciting it is, then suddenly there’s cum in her mouth or all over her tiny tits and you’re like “oh, we jumped ahead, ok.” I wanted one more lazy aftercare moment, but this world clearly runs on nonstop horny logic instead of cuddle time. Not complaining, just mildly salty. Also I still don’t like how one of the buttons is slightly off-center in the UI and I kept staring at it instead of the blowjob for a second, and now it lives rent free in my brain. But when Aisling starts squirting all over Dink’s thighs while she’s being fucked from behind, wings shivering, ass pushed up, that annoyance kind of melts away, because the timing on her moans lines up with the thrusts in a way that feels way too real. Treat it like a dirty little animated storybook: phone in one hand, the other hand busy, headphones on, scroll at your own pace, and when a scene hits the right spot, linger on it, replay a loop, let it do its job.

This game hits different when you're trying to explain why being the tiny guy in a school full of giant women actually makes sense. Like, I get it now - the power dynamic is completely flipped and somehow that makes everything more intense. You're this magic student who thought he had his shit figured out, then boom, cosmic judge shows up and suddenly every woman on campus wants to either protect you, dominate you, or straight up devour you. And I mean that literally because the vore stuff here isn't just thrown in randomly - it actually fits the whole "giant women, tiny you" setup pretty naturally.

The university setting works better than it should for this kind of fantasy. These aren't just random monster girls hanging around - they're your classmates, your professors, women who have actual relationships with each other beyond just competing for your attention. Though they definitely do compete. Hard. The femdom elements feel organic because of course these massive women would naturally take charge, but then the game throws curveballs where some of them are surprisingly gentle or vulnerable despite being able to literally crush you. One minute you're getting pinned down by some amazonian student with tits bigger than your head, next minute she's asking if you're okay and stroking your hair. It's weirdly sweet.

What gets me is how the cosmic judge character changes everything from typical harem hijinks into something more surreal. Like you think you're just navigating school drama and sexual tension, but then reality starts bending and these women are fighting each other in ways that don't make physical sense. The magic system barely gets explained but somehow that works - you're too busy trying not to get stepped on or accidentally eaten to worry about spell mechanics. Though I wish the trial stuff was clearer because half the time I have no idea what's actually happening plot-wise, just that everyone's horny and the stakes feel apocalyptic.

You wake up with that heavy, horny fog in your brain, and instead of your boring room you’re in this chapel that looks like somebody let Pornhub redesign a cathedral. Stained glass, candles, crosses, and front row you got a nun with tits that do not care about gravity at all, trying to decide if she wants to save your soul or ride it. She talks sweet and holy while her outfit is cut so low it might as well be a polite suggestion. And the game just looks at you like: “Alright, sinner, what kind of mess you wanna be?”

The fun part is how it keeps throwing those “innocent” options at you and they never stay innocent. You tell the nun “I want guidance” and she hears “please press those huge soft miracles into my face and whisper prayers while grinding on my lap.” You pick the serious, holy line, and five clicks later she’s on her knees calling you something between “my child” and “my master” with a tongue that clearly skipped bible class. Then you wander out of the chapel and the whole place opens up into this demon playground. Succubus lurking around every corner, hips moving like they’ve got their own physics engine, tails sliding around your legs, horns, claws, that pretty red skin that screams “terrible idea” in the best way. You say one wrong thing to a demon girl and suddenly she’s pinning you to some stone altar, sitting on your cock like she’s collecting your soul one thrust at a time.

What I liked is how the choices actually feel like they change the flavor of the smut, not just the wallpaper. Go respectful with the succubus and she goes slow and teasing, dragging those big breasts over your chest, kissing you soft while still milking you like she’s on a timer. Act like a cocky bastard and she flips you, rides you hard, claws in your back, calls you “toy” while smiling like she owns your life now. Same with the nun: lean into her faith and she turns the whole thing into a corrupt mass, whispering holy lines while stroking you with trembling hands, like she hates how good it feels. Push her buttons and she snaps, climbs into your lap, skirt around her waist, moaning into your ear that she belongs to her god and also to your dick. The visuals love big curves, thick asses bouncing on altars, soft stomachs folding a little when they bend over, jiggling everywhere when the scene gets rough, and the camera never tries to be artsy, it just shoves your face exactly where you were already thinking. It’s messy, horny, sometimes goofy as hell, and every path is basically one long “what if I said yes to the worst idea” fantasy where the answer is always: a nun, a demon, or both, sitting down on you like you’re part of the furniture.

Guy lives a comfy boring life, then one really bad day turns into his best mistake. He dies. Game just grabs him, throws him into a world full of monsters with curves and claws and cocks and way too much eye contact, and suddenly he is supposed to be some kind of future Monster Lord. No normal dating stuff here, it’s all messy and horny and kind of sweet in a trashy way. You hop between scenes like a point & click cartoon, poking at things you probably shouldn’t, and half the time that means someone ends up naked or at least leaking pre. There is a lot of soft moments hidden under all the filth though, like when a big scary beast girl leans in for a kiss and then just asks if he’s actually ok with all this, right before she pushes his face between her tits and uses them on his dick while her tail plays with his ass. That mix of “I might eat you” and “I might cuddle you after I creampie you twice” hits weirdly nice.

What took me by surprise is how the game doesn’t pretend to be straight only. You get the classic big tits, big ass, sloppy oral, titfuck, pussy dripping on his cock until she milks him dry, all of that, but also the MC getting shy and flustered around pretty boys that don’t even try to look “manly”. One of the traps is drawn insanely cute, like anime idol cute, and the moment he drops his pants and that hard cock pops out, MC just stares too long and you realize “ok, they’re not no-homo-ing this, they actually let him be into it”. That scene where you wake up in a tent, hear noises, and peek out to see him jerking off in the moonlight, cock shining with lube, ears twitching, tail swaying, and you get a voyeurism choice to watch or go help him with your hand or mouth, that felt like something written by someone who actually watches guys, not a token “for the gays” checkbox. At the same time, sometimes it feels like the dude’s attraction flips a bit too fast, like one minute he’s all “I’m not into guys”, next minute he has monster jizz on his tongue and acts like he’s always loved it, but honestly that’s kind of realistic disaster bi energy, I’ve seen worse on Grindr.

Sex pacing jumps all over the place. One chapter teases you forever, lots of groping, slow handjobs, MC teasing nipples on a monster girl with four boobs while she rubs her fat ass on his lap and just makes him beg before he finally shoves into her and fills her pussy, cum dripping down her thighs in a long animated loop. Next chapter, you blink and suddenly he is on his knees with a beastman’s cock in his throat, eyes watering, then getting pinned and fucked until he takes a sloppy creampie and you barely had time to process the setup. I kind of love that chaos and also hate it. Same with the romance. Some routes feel like actual relationships, with cute little talks after masturbation scenes where they just sit around half dressed and awkward, others are more like porn hub clips stitched together. The furry designs swing from adorable to “ok this one looks like a plush toy that learned what choking is” and sometimes the proportions are crazy, like asses so huge they look like they’d break a chair, but that’s half the fun. It’s pretty obvious the dev is just shoving all their kinks in: voyeur stuff, traps, monster girls, oral, tits, asses, lots of messy cum and a male protagonist who slowly stops pretending he isn’t enjoying every second of it. Could have more actual gay romance arcs instead of just sex flags, but I already know they won’t change that and I still keep clicking on every new chapter like an idiot.

Ezio looks like the kind of idiot who installs TikTok for “research”, and somehow that’s exactly why this game works. You’re dropped into this school-life sandbox where everyone pretending to be normal, except Ezio and his sister are walking around with animal ears like it’s nothing. Well, she’s not “nothing” about it at all. Margaret is loaded with this ugly little self-hate complex, hiding her ears, her tail, her whole body language, and you can literally watch her freeze up when other students stare for half a second too long. Then you remember you’re controlling the same guy who stares at her reflection in the bathroom mirror like he’s discovered porn for the first time. He’s peeking through doors, catching her changing, jerking off afterward like it’s just part of the morning routine. The game doesn’t try to justify it with some deep lore, it just leans straight into “yeah, this dude is kinda fucked up and also horny as hell.” And it’s really funny, in a shitty, very human way, how often he tries to “help” her with her insecurities and it ends with him mentally undressing her instead.

The voyeur stuff hits fast. You’re in the house, you start learning which rooms creak, where the camera angles let you see a bit too much thigh, when she forgets to lock the bathroom door. There was one moment where I sent Ezio back to his room, opened his phone, and he starts scrolling like he’s bored, but he clearly can’t stop thinking about how her towel slipped earlier. Next thing, he’s grabbing lube from the drawer you didn’t even notice before, and the game just lets you sit there watching him masturbate to this totally ordinary memory of his own sister. No big build-up, no fanfare, just “yeah, he’s doing that now.” It almost feels worse when the scene is quiet. Then at school, you’re walking down the corridor, surrounded by normal students, normal uniforms, and your brain suddenly remembers the way Margaret’s ears twitch when she gets flustered and now every dialogue choice feels like you’re testing how far you can push her. She bends over a desk for something, and the camera lingers exactly long enough that you feel like a creep, but not long enough to click away. The big ass, the big tits, the monster-girl vibe, it’s all right there, but wrapped into this slow, teasing pacing where you start craving the next “accident” more than the actual sex scene. There is one dumb tiny thing that annoyed me: the text box spacing is just a little off, like two pixels too high or something, and my eyes kept going “what is wrong” every time a new line popped, and of course the game never cares about that at all and just keeps throwing horny brother-brain at you until you forget you were even annoyed.

You’re this freshly graduated hero kid at U.A., but it doesn’t feel like shiny heroic future at all. It feels like hanging backstage in a strip club dressing room, still in costume, still sweating glitter, but the show’s over and now all the real shit happens. Principal gives you this “secret mission” and smiles like a manager who knows damn well you’re going to break every rule he just pretended to explain. Your quirk is stupid strong, perfect for fighting villains… or for peeking, teasing, touching where you really, absolutely, totally shouldn’t.

The whole thing plays like a messy dating sim and a sandbox had a baby with a horny fanfic. One moment you’re walking around the school corridors, same old U.A. uniforms and doors and boring hero talk. Next thing, you’re alone on a training field with Ochaco, she’s stretching, her shirt riding up, and the camera just loves her tits and that ass. She’s talking about becoming a pro hero, and in my head I’m already planning a burlesque routine: pink lights, zero gravity pasties, her floating slowly out of her clothes while the crowd loses its mind. The game lets you be polite and romantic, or you just… lean in, test the waters, “accidentally” brush against her curves and see how far your quirk and a bit of groping can go before she blushes or snaps.

Then there’s Jiro, and I swear I misremembered her name twice while playing, I kept calling her “Kyomi” in my notes. She’s this cool, low-key girl, headphones, attitude, but the way the scenes are drawn, you can’t miss how soft she looks under the punk vibe. I had this idea in my head of a slow striptease to bass-heavy rock, her jack plugs trailing down like suspenders, but the game goes instead for something more intimate. Tiny room, lights low, her teasing you with that deadpan sarcasm while your hands travel way too far under her clothes. It’s not subtle. Nothing here is subtle. And still, sometimes the pacing drags, like when you’re trying to find the right place to click in the sandbox and you just want to skip straight to Midnight bending over a desk in that skin-tight latex, giving “teacher-student conference” a whole different meaning. I swear I spent longer looking for one dialogue trigger than I ever spent rehearsing a fan dance.

Mirko is a whole different beast. Literally. I see her and my brain goes “this is not a hero, this is a headliner in a rabbit-themed cabaret.” Those muscles, those thighs, those ears, that attitude. In my routine version she’d stomp on stage, grab a chair, sit on it backwards and grind on it like it owed her rent. In the game, when you finally get a private moment with her, the vibe is wild and physical. She teases you, calls you out, gets in your face. You try to keep it romantic and the script almost lets you… then the art just zooms straight into her big tits and tight ass and suddenly romance is wrestling. I loved it and still kinda hated how fast things escalated, but anyway. Rumi doesn’t do half-measures.

The voyeurism angle sneaks up on you. First it’s “oops, you walked past the changing room at the wrong time”, then later you’re lingering on windows, peeping at shower steam and silhouettes, heartbeat racing like you’re doing something very illegal. And you are, to be honest. Some scenes feel like you’re the pervy stagehand watching from behind the curtains while the girls change costumes, not knowing you’re there. As a dancer, I got this weird guilty thrill, because it really captures that feeling of eyes on skin, of power in being looked at… even if here the player is the one stealing the look. There is romance, cute moments, walking through the school talking about futures and dreams, and somehow five minutes later your hands are full of big tits or you’re pressing some flustered, wide-eyed girl against the wall and whispering what you want to do to her.

The art is pure 2D fan-fantasy, not “professional anime studio” level but dirty enough to feel fun. Sometimes a pose looks a little off and I laughed, then two clicks later I’m staring at Mirko’s sweaty abs like I never saw abs before. The game lets you flirt, grope, push your luck, and your quirk becomes this excuse for every bad thought you ever had while watching the show. Is it refined? No. Parts feel awkward, some dialogues made me roll my eyes, and I still don’t know why one scene with Kendo broke on me and sent me back to the hallway like I’d been kicked out of the club for touching the dancer. But then I see Midnight leaning over, breasts about to spill, playful smile promising trouble, and suddenly I forgive a lot. Not everything. But a lot.