Truck-kun strikes again and this poor shut-in kid wakes up in what feels like some horny MMO server that forgot to implement shame. The start is kind of funny, he’s just confused, staring at this fantasy city where every alley smells like sex and magic, and you can almost hear the goddess going “yeah, you’ll figure it out, good luck, idiot.” I went in thinking classic loser-isekai with big boobs slapped on top, but it actually leans hard into that “you are prey here” feeling. First time you wander near the red light area and see a fluffy fox girl arguing with a slime prostitute about who stole whose client, it hits you this place runs on lust as normal currency. The voyeur stuff kicks in fast too: there’s a scene where you peek through shuttered windows and catch a centaur girl milking a cow-girl, swapping buckets, both laughing, and you can just keep watching them get more handsy while the MC gets painfully hard and does nothing about it. Or you can interrupt like a creep and change the whole vibe. Totally didn’t reload that twice. Nope.

What surprised me is how the game keeps throwing you into situations where your dick is negotiating with your sense of self. The succubus you chase at the beginning feels like “main heroine” at first, she’s all teasing smiles and fake kindness, but later you realize she is farming you like a battery. The first time she pins you down, riding you while tentacles hold your wrists and ankles, dripping some glowing stuff on your chest that slowly changes your body, it’s hot and really unpleasant at the same time. There’s this detail where she makes you drink from her, and you see your own chest twitch like it wants to grow, then stops. It’s such a tiny thing, but it sells that you are one wrong choice away from full transformation. Then later a cow-horned brothel madam offers you a “job” where you can either fuck clients or be fucked by them, including some very pushy monster girls who pay extra to drain you dry. The prostitution angle is weirdly casual: NPCs talk about it like normal work, while you’re standing there half-naked in a collar, wondering why the hell this contract asks if you are okay with lactation scenes. There’s a repeatable event where a spider girl uses you as her personal toy, dangling you over a nest and milking you into jars, and the game treats it like just another shift. It’s messed up. I loved it. I hated it. I kept coming back to try different paths like some degenerate speedrunner, all while listening to old YMCK tracks in another tab and thinking, yeah, this is absolutely not how my childhood idea of “fantasy world” looked.

New Year in this game does not feel like some cute background theme, it hits more like a drunk family reunion where half the people want to fuck you, the other half want to kill you, and a few probably want both. You play Matt, this young soldier that comes back home after shit went really wrong and somehow also right at the same time. Town looks normal on the surface, lights, fireworks, everyone pretending the year will be better, but the whole place feels cracked. People hide things. Bodies hide more. When you start clicking around, you realize the “society destroyed” part is not just about broken buildings, it’s more like everybody’s morals fell into a blender and nobody even tried to pick them up again. Matt walks into his family house like he owns the place, and the game just throws you into these super charged scenes where your “relatives” are way too hot, way too close, and the line between comfort and corruption is a suggestion at best. The tits are big, the asses are huge, the camera is not shy at all. Sometimes it lingers a bit too long on a curve and you forget what choice you were supposed to make, you just click something and hope it leads to more skin.

Then the weird shit starts sliding in around the edges and you realize it’s also a paranormal thing, but the game never pauses to explain “oh hey, here is the lore”. Stuff flickers. Shadows move where there is no one. That one scene where you sneak outside during the fireworks, and a monster shape shows up behind the girl you’re flirting with, but nobody reacts, only the lighting on her huge chest changes. It feels like the world itself is horny and sick at the same time. Some of the sex scenes are just straight up romance with extra steps, like slow kissing, hands on hips, soft moaning, and in the next click you are dragged into this netorare situation where you’re watching someone else plow a woman you were just starting to care about. Or worse, you are the bastard doing the stealing. The game doesn’t hold your hand, you just kind of slide into those paths. Dialogue is sometimes clunky and the English makes no sense in small parts, but honestly that almost fits, because nobody in this town is truly saying what they mean anyway. I got annoyed at one tiny UI thing, like the choice buttons sit slightly off center during one of the hottest scenes and it keeps pulling my eye away, and then I forgot about it but still, it bugs me. Under all the filth there is this weird soft layer of romance, like Matt is trying to build something human while fucking his way through a broken New Year party full of secrets and supernatural eyes watching from the dark corners of every room.

Luciene feels like that hot neighbor you always see through the window on a lazy Sunday, except this time you’re the one stuck inside her house and the walls are a bit too thin and nobody here respects privacy at all. She’s in her early 40s, body that screams “I go to yoga but I also drink wine in the bath,” huge tits, big soft ass that jiggles when she walks from the kitchen to the living room. The game just throws you into her daily life like “yeah, you’re her now, enjoy,” and suddenly every normal thing turns horny as fuck. You’re taking a long shower, thinking about nothing, and then there’s that tiny sound outside the bathroom door, or a shadow moving. Is someone watching? Are you secretly loving it? Do you spread your legs a little wider, just in case there’s an eye in the keyhole? I caught myself dragging time in the bathroom on purpose, stroking her pussy slowly, watching the animation loop, waiting to see if something different would trigger. Sometimes nothing happens and you feel dumb, sometimes one of the “kids” walks down the hall and you get that little rush in your chest like you got caught jerking off with your phone brightness too high.

It’s that kind of slow corruption that feels like water dripping in your head. At first Luciene is just doing chores, folding clothes, vacuuming, sunbathing in that tiny swimsuit that is 100% not made for a woman with that kind of ass, and the camera lingers in all the wrong places. You open the management screen to plan her day, like “ok, today she’ll do some yoga, maybe cook, maybe check her phone,” and it looks so innocent, but you’re actually setting up who can see her and how far you can push her. You want her to stay a good woman, right? Nah, you start testing things. No bra under the shirt. Shorter shorts to clean the living room. Let her bend over in front of someone “by accident.” Then you check her status and see she’s getting more comfortable with being watched, more turned on when she knows someone could be there. It’s like you’re training her to become addicted to eyes on her skin. And yeah, sometimes the game is a bit slow and you’re just wandering around the house like an idiot, clicking the same room three times because you’re sure you missed a jerk-off scene or some voyeur trigger, but that makes the dirty stuff hit harder when it finally shows up. One time I sent her to sunbathe and just left it looping while I scrolled Twitter, came back, and some tentacle monster thing from the pool event chain had grabbed her, wrapping around those thick thighs, sliding between her legs while she’s half pretending to fight it and half grinding on it, and I was like “ok I did not plan this but I’m not pressing skip.” The way she goes from “what the hell” to “fuck, don’t stop” in her expressions feels really good, even if sometimes the animations repeat a bit too much and you start noticing little details instead of the big picture. Like the way her fingers twitch when she gives a handjob, or how her nipples stay hard after a scene even in totally normal locations, like she’s walking around the kitchen after getting tentacle fucked and you just know she’s wet under that dress and nobody else in the room has any clue. Or maybe they do. That’s the part that keeps messing with my head, the constant feeling that everyone is watching everyone and pretending they’re not.

What makes it hit for me is that it never treats Luciene like some clueless puppet. Even when she’s a virgin about certain kinks, she feels like a grown woman choosing to lean into it, teasing on purpose. She’ll “accidentally” leave a door cracked open while touching herself on the bed, hips rolling slow, glancing toward the hallway like she wants a silhouette to show up. You’re the one deciding how many of those moments happen in a day, like some obsessive freak micromanaging her descent. It scratches that yandere part of my brain where I want to control everything she feels, every dick she touches, every monster she lets inside her, but also I get weirdly jealous if I push her too far. I sent her to help one of the guys with something in his room, and it escalated into this intense teasing scene, her sitting on his lap, pressing that huge ass down, stroking him through his pants with this smug look, and I actually caught myself thinking “ok, maybe that’s enough, he doesn’t get more than this.” Which is stupid, because I’m the one clicking all the horny choices. It’s like the game turns you into both the protective owner and the person corrupting her at the same time. And because it runs on the phone too, it’s way too easy to open it on the bus “just to check the schedule” and then suddenly Luciene is in the garden, topless, pretending she needs sun on her nipples for “health,” while some monster lurks on the edge of the property and the house is full of people who might walk past the window at any second. I was sitting there with my screen tilted down like a criminal, watching her masturbate on the lounge chair, fingers circling slow, her face flushed, knowing there’s a non-zero chance someone is watching her from inside the house and she’s getting off on that idea. Honestly it feels less like a normal porn game and more like you’re building your own little pervert ecosystem, where every path leads to someone getting corrupted and exposed and used, and you’re smiling about it because you’re the one who planned the whole day.

Ben is supposed to be the lucky survivor kid that comes back home after being gone, but honestly he feels more like a loaded gun somebody forgot on the kitchen table. He crashes on this messed up magic island, gets picked up by a witch doctor who treats “therapy” like torture mixed with sex education and combat drills, then strolls back into normal suburb house life pretending he doesn’t remember shit. Not because he actually forgot, but because that island is basically a pornified god glitch with monsters, spirit bullshit, and power that turns people crazy. So he fakes amnesia, does the polite traumatized boy act, and then the game quietly starts poking at every line you thought it would respect.

The house is where it really hits. Rachel as adoptive mom is that slow-burn headache. She’s warm, too warm, leans in too close, touches his arm too long, falls asleep on the couch in those thin shorts like she forgot he’s not twelve anymore. The game loves to push Ben into those micro moments. You’re standing behind her in the kitchen, watching her reach for something high, shirt riding up, and the UI is asking if you heal her old injury with magic or “accidentally” brush your hand where you shouldn’t. It’s not nice, it’s not healthy, it’s fucking hot. And then it slaps mental health in your face by having Ben wake up sweaty, hearing island drums in his head like a PTSD ringtone while he’s half hard from dreaming about her. Jessica is different chaos. She’s the “normal” one who isn’t normal at all, always teasing, sitting with her legs open just enough to notice, sending you those Instagram thirst traps from the next room like it’s a joke. There’s this one scene where she drags you to her room “to help with homework” and suddenly the camera angle is all about that barely covered ass while she bends over the bed. You can play innocent, you can peek, or you can use a tiny twist of mind control to make her forget how long your eyes stayed there. That little power turns every simple walk through the hallway into a corruption puzzle.

What really fucked with me is how the game keeps pretending it’s about “protecting the world” while letting you slowly rot from the inside. The witch doctor’s voice pops in sometimes, like an evil conscience, reminding you that sex can be a ritual, that feeding your urges might actually make your magic stronger. Then you get scenes with monsters that are less “fight or flight” and more “fight or fuck” and suddenly you’re not sure if you’re the hero or just a horny shaman with mommy issues. There’s a combat bit in the alley at night, where some paranormal creep tries to blackmail you after catching you watching your neighbors through the window. You can blast him with elemental magic, or twist his mind till he thinks he’s the pervert who started it and you walk away clean. That mixture of voyeurism, blackmail, and power fantasy hits different when Ben is smiling softly while lying to everyone, including himself. Zara shows up like the hot demon guidance counselor, offering “help” with his blocked memories and then sliding her hand down his chest as she describes the island tearing reality open. She wants the secrets, the rifts, the raw corruption, and she’s ready to spread her legs or someone else’s to get it. Group scenes feel like rituals gone wrong. People are moaning, bodies tangled, and in the background there’s this feeling that something is watching, that the island is feeding off all that sex. One moment you’re in a tender almost-romance with Rachel on the sofa, her head on your shoulder, the next you’re knee-deep in a magical gangbang that might literally open a portal. The story acts like it cares about Ben’s guilt and mental state, then hands you a teasing choice like “comfort her” or “possess her mind for a while” and both options feel right for different disgusting reasons. Watching him flirt between sweet, scared boy and cold, dominant bastard made me feel like I was doing character research and jacking off at the same time, which is exactly as fucked up as it sounds.