First thing that hit me with this game is how horny the whole “board game” frame actually feels once you’re inside it. You’re not just clicking scenes, you’re basically a pawn on this smug Game Master’s table, getting moved around a dungeon that clearly cares more about tits and teasing than treasure. Every square you land on is like a dare. One moment you’re planning your next “strategic” move, the next moment a monster girl with ridiculous curves is pressing you into the wall and asking if you like your face buried in big ass or big tits first. And the game lets you lean into being a bastard dom or just… melt. It really goes hard on that push and pull between dominance and submission, you can feel it in almost every encounter. Sometimes literally, like when you choose between slapping her cheeks red or letting her ride your face while she laughs at you.

The humor is pretty trashy in the best way, like a dungeon run written by that one horny DM who never got over their monster girl folder. There’s a lot of tongue-in-cheek jokes about crit fails and “rolling for stamina” while a clingy slime girl is jerking you off in three different ways at once. I actually paused to screenshot a scene where the GM basically mocks you for picking the “wholesome” route, then immediately gives you a “bonus” in the form of a monster girl who acts shy but has hands everywhere. Handjobs are everywhere here, but they’re not just copy-paste scenes. Sometimes it’s a casual “reward” on a safe tile, sometimes it’s you pinned down with her using your cock like a joystick while you pretend you’re still in control of the fight. Vaginal stuff hits harder when you’ve actually schemed your way into it, like when you’ve been edging through groping and spanking options and finally unlock a position that feels earned, not just thrown at you.

What I didn’t expect was how much the multiple protagonist thing would mess with my brain. One run I’m this cocky male hero trying to top every monster girl into submission, another run I’m a stacked female champion getting slowly turned into the GM’s favorite toy. Swapping viewpoints changes the whole flavor of the same board, but it’s messy in a good way. You get these strategy moments where you agonize over a tile that might level your character up or might just end with you on your knees, drool on your chin, while some smug demon girl rides you and keeps “accidentally” grinding your weak spot. Sometimes the female dom stuff sneaks up on you. You think you’re the one in charge because you picked all the aggressive options, then the scene flips and suddenly you’re the one begging while she laughs, spanking you like you’re the pet. The simulator vibe shows up in how you shape your role: do you become a cruel bastard, a submissive toy, or that chaotic mix who spanks her monster girls and then gets pegged metaphorically by the GM narrative two turns later. I kinda wish the board color was different but whatever, I’m still thinking about that one scene where a monster girl sits on your lap mid “battle,” guides your hand to her ass, and the GM just writes in a rule that you lose your turn unless you make her cum. I’m not even mad. Just annoyed that the sound for one specific tile is weirdly louder than everything else and now I can’t un-hear it.

You wake up in this weird in‑between place that feels like someone smashed a porn studio, a nerd convention and a haunted house together and forgot to clean up the lore. Nobody is surprised you just popped in from some random reality. They’re more interested in your dick, your schedule, and whether you sign the consent forms. It’s all very casual. People wander around half-dressed, fully naked, or in outfits that probably break like three different labor laws, but everyone treats it like just another workday. You’re the new guy with way too much freedom and way too little supervision, which is exactly how the game likes it.

The whole thing plays like a lazy day on your phone when you should be answering emails but instead you’re switching between Pornhub, F95, and Telegram. One minute you’re flirting with a stacked milf who has that “I’ve ruined men before” vibe, next minute you accidentally wander into a horror-themed set where a monster girl is chained up for a scene and asks if you want to “rehearse” the tentacle bit. There’s this nice rhythm where you can just walk around, peek into rooms, catch people mid-blowjob or bent over a couch, and decide if you want to join, watch from the dark corner, or act like a professional and go buy coffee. Nobody forces you into anything, which is honestly kinda hot when some cocky actress rolls her eyes and goes “Then don’t, I’ve got five more guys on call.” The power fantasy is there, but it doesn’t hold your hand. You pick who you chase, who you ignore, who you keep as that one late-night regular you always come back to for a quick creampie before touching anything else.

What sells it for me is how filthy it goes without pretending to be classy. You’ve got big tits stuffed into outfits three sizes too small, big asses that just beg for a hard slap, anal scenes that start with teasing and end with “okay, that looked like it hurt but she’s smiling so fine.” There’s straight stuff, lesbian scenes where two girls forget the camera and just devour each other, some surprisingly tender gay content that makes the male MC feel more like a real perv than a porn robot, and then those group things where everyone is on everyone and you basically give up trying to label what’s happening and just enjoy the mess. The voyeur side is strong too; half of my early game was just me peeking through windows or pretending to look for props while people got railed in the background. There’s this old gilf studio manager who flirts so aggressively you kind of hope she finally drags you into her office and “negotiates your contract” on her desk, but she keeps getting interrupted by some stupid production issue and it drove me insane. And then you forget because a monster girl with horns and drool on her chin asks if you wanna try something “unsafe for YouTube but perfect for here,” and suddenly you’re on your knees, nobody’s talking about contracts anymore, and your only real problem is deciding which of these insane people you’re going to keep in your personal little harem ending once you’ve seen enough to know exactly how wrong this place can get in the best possible way.

You start out thinking it’s just another weird sandbox about hypnotizing girls, but the tone hits different. There’s this slow, sticky corruption that creeps in - not all fire and brimstone, more like a soft rot under the skin. The demon Maria doesn’t even feel evil, more like she’s bored and horny, dangling her deal in front of you while you pretend you’re not already imagining what you’ll do with that “Supower.” The city feels alive in that fake kind of way, like a porn set pretending to be a neighborhood, and somehow that makes it hotter. You walk into the school, or the cheap apartment, or the nun’s little chapel, and everything hums with that dirty energy of something forbidden but inevitable.

It’s a game that rewards patience - though I don’t mean gameplay-wise. The real fun is watching how the women change. Their eyes go from defiant to glassy, their voices soften when they say your name. One moment they’re scolding you for being a creep, next they’re begging to taste you, moaning like they forgot who they were before you touched them. It’s not subtle, and thank god for that. There’s NTR bits that sting if you’re too attached, but also moments where you realize you’ve become the bastard doing the same thing. The MILF’s story goes places I didn’t expect - one second she’s the responsible type, then she’s on her knees, tits bouncing, drool dripping down her chin while you tell her she’s nothing but your pet. And yeah, it’s animated, but the roughness of it almost adds charm. Like watching an old fan animation that accidentally nails the filthiness better than polished stuff ever could.

Sometimes I forget what the “main quest” even is. I just end up chasing scenes - the footjob behind the school, the nun whispering prayers while you fill her mouth, the monster girl moaning through transformation. It’s chaotic, half-finished, but I keep coming back. Maybe because it feels like a modder’s dream: imperfect, dirty, and personal. Like someone’s fantasy spilled straight onto the screen without cleanup.

There is something a bit fucked about walking into “your” apartment and your first real conversation is with a ghost that wants to blow you. Not in a fun, fluffy hentai way either. The game sets you up as this unlucky guy from the Devos bloodline, and the place already feels wrong before anything actually happens. Lights flicker, those cheap 3D shadows slide over the walls like they know your name, and then, boom, you look in the bathroom mirror and there’s a pale thing behind you that looks half depressed boy, half succubus. It smiles, and you’re thinking “ok, jumpscare?” but no. It kneels. That whole scene is animated with this weird slow hunger, and it’s honestly more uncomfortable than most horror movies on Netflix. In a good way, if you are into that mix of dread and dick worship.

The story pretends to be about solving a family curse, reading notes on your tablet, digging through old messages and voice memos your father left you, trying to understand who started all this paranormal shit. But the game keeps distracting you with horny ghosts and monster girls that do not respect personal space. You open a locked door with this simple puzzle and a ghost girl with empty eyes rushes up to you, sniffs your neck, then quietly asks if she can “taste living seed again.” That escalates fast into you pinned against the wall, her mouth deep on you, gagging and drooling, then suddenly she shifts on top and you are buried inside her while the UI is still pretending you’re investigating clues. At one point a femboi spirit in tattered underwear crawls out from under the bed, wraps your waist with this thin, shaky body, and just sinks down on you, riding in total silence while distant knocking sounds start in the hallway. Your MC is trying to ask “who cursed the Devos line?” while he is balls deep in a ghost that keeps tightening around him like it wants to drag his soul out through his cock. The game does not fade to black, it shows creampies in full detail, cum spilling from ghost holes that are not even supposed to be physically real. And then, after all that, the apartment goes quiet again, and you’re left scrolling through old diary pages on your phone, dripping, trying to pretend this is still about “mystery” and “romance” and not about how many times the dead can milk you before you finally understand why your whole bloodline is cursed.