Everyone at this college looks normal on Instagram, but the place feels like Silent Hill decided to fuck a telenovela. You start as Lana, this “good girl” honor student who smiles too much and clearly has no idea what kind of meat grinder she is walking into. On the surface it is all lectures, clubs, cute study spots, and teachers trying to look cool with their little glasses. Underneath that, it is blackmail, corruption and people trading bodies for favors in hallways that finally make sense when you notice the security cameras tilt a little too slow. The game lets you feel her first slip. One moment she is just staying late in the library, next moment you are forced to watch through a cracked door while a classmate gives a blowjob to a teacher to raise her grade. The camera angle sits right on the spit shining on his dick, and Lana is stuck clutching the wall, thighs pressed together, horrified and turned on at same time. I kinda hated how much I liked that scene.

It is not only “watch and gasp” though. Bit by bit the game pushes Lana from voyeur to toy. A former cop runs half the campus from the shadows, turning students into little sex workers who pretend they are just helping with “private tutoring”. When he corners Lana, he does not start with full-on ***. He makes her do small things that feel forgivable. First time, he orders her to strip in an empty classroom for “security search”. Bra off, panties to the ankles, his gloved hands slipping between her legs while she tries to keep her voice quiet because there is an actual lecture going on in the next room. You get dialogue choices, but either way he has her on the desk, spanking her ass until it goes red and wet at the same time. Later, he has her giving handjobs in the back of his car to some big black gangster while he records everything on his phone. Lana cries, but she still swallows when she is told to, and that mix of humiliation and obedience is the whole drug of the story. One run I tried to keep her “pure” and it still ended with her kneeling in a bathroom stall, covered in bukkake from three guys who lock the door, with her phone buzzing in her bag because another girl is asking on Telegram where she is. The game loves that contrast: cute outfits, soft faces, then sudden anal on a cold metal desk, or a lesbian scene where the “comforting” roommate turns out to be working for the kingpin and fingers Lana until she squirts, just to capture her moans as blackmail. Sometimes you switch to other characters too, a male student who plays detective and also fucks half the cast while pretending he is helping, a mysterious watcher who enjoys the voyeurism like a Twitch mod with way too much power. Sex toys appear out of nowhere in a “psychology experiment”, a teacher uses a ruler to spread Lana’s pussy lips during “body language class”, and one of the nastiest scenes for me was in the girls’ bathroom where she is forced to pee on the floor in front of two bullies, then lick a boot clean while one of them grinds her big tits and calls her slave. The game acts like it is a mystery, and yeah, there is some plot with criminal networks, missing students and weird horror vibes in the dark corridors, but honestly the real investigation is just: how far will Lana fall, and how many creampies, gangbangs and humiliations does it take until she cannot even remember what she wanted in the first place.

Barrowport is the kind of town you scroll past on Google Maps and think, nah, nothing fun ever happens there, just fog and people who smell like wet books. Then this game quietly opens with you being a professor of old creepy stuff, and ten minutes later you’re balls-deep in a girl who literally asked you to ruin her life. It’s like if Silent Hill matched with FetLife and both of them were too horny to say no. The whole thing leans into that “respectable academic with a filthy secret” vibe, like you’re the guy who does dry lectures in the daytime and then goes home to a folder of cursed sex rituals on his desktop between Discord and Steam.

Theresa is the one that really sells it. She doesn’t feel like a generic anime waifu copy-pasted from some asset pack. She’s needy in a way that feels wrong and hot at the same time, the kind of girl who looks you in the eye and says “do worse” when you already feel like you went too far. One minute she’s this shy rich kid, proper clothes, perfect posture, and the next she’s on her knees in a dusty office full of old relics, asking you about your “special research” with her mouth full. And then the game starts pushing corruption on her so hard you kinda forget you were hired for actual work. She wants you to break her, and the story actually lets you do it, not just in “oh no, I’m so bad” dialog, but in stages. First you’re just touching and teasing, then she’s begging for you bare, then she’s the one suggesting risky shit in places where anyone could walk in. There’s a futa/trans angle showing up in the protagonist side too, depending how you read it; the game plays with that in a weirdly casual way, like yeah, you’re packing and cursed and maybe not completely human anymore, anyway put it in her. Sometimes it almost feels like a horny Lovecraft fanfic that escaped AO3 and decided to grow a spine.

The horror side actually works better because of the sex, which I didn’t expect. You’re in these dark halls, old churches, basements full of things that are not supposed to move, and you’re still thinking about how good it felt when Theresa arched her back the moment you slid into her. There are monsters, not just as “oh no fight scene” but as this wet, breathing background noise that sneaks into the erotica. Tentacles brushing thighs, shadows that watch while you’re fucking, relics that hum when you push her over the edge. One scene had me laughing and hard at the same time: you’re supposed to examine this relic, all serious professor mode, and instead you end up using the table it’s on to rail Theresa until she’s moaning loud enough to wake something under the floor. The mystery part kind of stumbles sometimes, like the pacing forgets you might enjoy actually solving stuff and not only pounding your student senseless, but then the game throws a twisted little reveal about what you really are, or why she knew your secret, and suddenly you’re staring at the screen while your dick’s still in your hand. I wish the UI didn’t feel like some half-finished Ren’Py skin someone threw together during a Discord call, but whatever, you’re not here for ergonomic buttons. The fun is in slowly dragging this girl out of her safe world into monsters, cults, and raw vaginal scenes where she asks for more even when she’s already shaking. Take your time, don’t rush her paths, save often, choose the nastier option even when it feels like too much and just let Barrowport swallow you both whole.

UNDAWN: Shackles Of Eternity feels like somebody mashed a grimdark VN, horny gothic Instagram, and a futa porn doujin together, then actually bothered to give the porn a brain. You play as Rhiannon, who looks like the kind of cold, perfect priestess you’d see on a cathedral mural, except she has a cock and way more emotional damage. The world around her is just ruined faith and half-dead gods, with churches that feel more like brothels for the desperate. Every “holy” symbol looks kinda dirty. You’re basically walking through a graveyard of old beliefs, deciding who to fuck and who to sacrifice, while the game keeps asking you quietly, “You sure about that?” and then shows the consequences in bed later. It’s not a power fantasy where you’re some shining savior. Rhiannon feels like a loaded gun that learned how to think. You get romance, sure, but it’s romance that comes with knives hidden under dresses and tongues in places that definitely aren’t holy.

Sex-wise, the game goes pretty hard on futa on female and actually uses the magic shit for more than particle effects. You’re not just clicking through generic “she sucks you off” lines. You get weird little moments like Rhiannon using a whispering spell to make a nun feel every word along her spine, the text describing this chill that rolls down to her ass while you’re already elbow-deep in groping and fingering. First time you push a cute monster girl up against a cracked stained-glass window and her tail wraps around Rhiannon’s thigh while you rail her from behind, it feels personal in a fucked up way. There’s anal and creampies that don’t feel like checkbox porn tags, more like “oh, you chose to promise her safety and instead you’re filling her ass in a back alley behind a dead chapel, good job.” The harem angle is there but messy, poly in the sense that everyone has teeth. The girls fall for Rhiannon and for each other too, so you end up in these lesbian side scenes where Rhiannon watches them eat each other out, only to join, dick out, and turn the whole thing into a pile of limbs, tongues, and cum. Sometimes it’s tender, slow oral with a shy femboy who looks like he stepped out of a BL mobile game. Sometimes it’s Rhiannon pinning a proud knightess to the altar and pounding her until her prayers turn into begging. The mystery stuff wraps around the porn like a noose. You keep thinking you’re choosing who you love and who you fuck, then slowly realize you’re also choosing who loses their soul piece by piece. And the game doesn’t scream this at you. It just shows you the aftermath in the next “romantic” scene, like a girl who used to be all fire letting you slide into her raw and quiet, because she’s finally broken in exactly the way you helped shape.

You come back from a boring business trip with a head full of spreadsheets and hotel porn, expecting your cute newlywed wife to jump on you at the door. Instead she’s napping in the middle of the afternoon, hair messy, phone too close to her hand, and you get this weird little punch in the gut that something’s off. Not “she forgot to feed the cat” off. More like “someone else might have been in this bed” off. She smiles, kisses you, acts sweet, but that tiny delay before she answers simple questions just keeps scratching at your brain. The game takes that small uncomfortable feeling and just keeps poking it, harder and harder, while you try to convince yourself you’re just tired and paranoid. Spoiler: you’re probably not.

The whole thing hangs on that one stupid selfie she sent you while you were away. You know the one. Lingerie that you didn’t even know she owned, tits squeezed up like she’s trying to win a contest, eyes a little too needy. At first you were just horny and you jerked off to it alone in your hotel room. Later, back home, you stare at it again and finally see it: three fingertips on the edge of the frame, some stranger’s hand trying to stay out of view. That tiny detail turns your brain into a crime scene. From there the story slips between your perspective and hers. On your side, you’re walking around the house like a detective in denial, clicking through small things that suddenly feel like clues: the subtle smell on the sheets that is not your cologne, her panties in the laundry that are more lace and less “comfortable wife mode”, her slightly glazed look when you touch her, like she’s comparing you to someone else in her head. On her side, it’s this slow, messy slide from “happy new bride” into “I shouldn’t do this” and then right into “I want him to do it again” while her body language gets looser and her ahegao face shows up more often than you want to admit turns you on a bit too.

Sex scenes aren’t just random porn stops, they sneak up on you. One moment you’re arguing in the kitchen about something stupid, next moment the game cuts to how she spent that same time earlier with another guy, bra on the floor, those big breasts bouncing while she rides him and moans into a pillow so the neighbors won’t hear. Creampies that hit way too raw because you know that same pussy is what you’re supposed to be “making love” to later like some clueless husband. Sometimes you get to fuck her too, and that’s the worst part, because the CG shows her eyes rolling back a bit more when she’s remembering his cock instead of yours. Lingerie that she wears “for you” is actually what he already tore off once. There’s this mystery thread running under everything, not just “who is he” but “how far did she go, and when did it really start” and the more you see her side, the less clean the answer feels. It’s not obedient wife corrupted in one night. It’s little choices, late messages, risky selfies, one kiss that should have stopped but didn’t, and then your whole married life is sitting on the edge of a knife and everyone is pretending not to see the blood. And yeah, the story is kinda linear, but honestly, when you’re watching your own wife slowly turn into someone else’s favorite toy, you don’t feel like you have many choices anyway.