Once a proud man with a family and a promising boxing career, now stripped of it all, his wife left, leaving him alone with nothing but memories of their daughters. Then, unexpectedly, one of his daughters escapes her current situation and seeks refuge with him, a small window opens for him to mend the shattered bonds. The way he navigates this second chance depends on his choices.

Step into the gritty reality of a man fighting not just opponents, but his own demons. Every dialogue, every action you take pushes the story forward. Do you push hard to reclaim lost time or give space for healing?

The battles are no longer in the ring but inside the home. Live the aching loneliness and bitterness of a man who’s lost his family and must claw his way back. The delicate threads of family can snap or strengthen with every word spoken.

Can you handle the pressure of guiding a broken family toward something whole? It’s your move now, and the consequences will ripple through their lives.

Play a story-driven experience filled with emotional depth and raw human struggles. Your decisions carve the road ahead in this gripping tale of family, failure, and the fight to start over.

Step into the ring of life where the stakes are higher than ever. Begin this emotional battle today and see if you can save what’s left.

Our tale kicks off where shadows fall deepest, after surviving a brutal descent into darkness now standing before the radiant face of a divine beauty, her expression wrapped in secrets and raw allure.

Yet she holds back her blessing for reasons unknown. Instead, she gifts you a rare opportunity - another life to shape anew. This is no ordinary do-over.

Imagine stepping into a world bursting with new possibilities and forbidden desires. Desires you've never dared to explore now beckon irresistibly. Sensual adventures shaped by your decisions, raw and vivid.

Yet alongside these temptations lie heavy duties. Every decision steers your path - will you be hero, villain, or something blurred in the shadows?

Don’t let this hard-won opportunity slip away. Throw yourself into a realm where every heartbeat pulses with lust and risk. Begin your adventure today and craft a story drenched in passion and danger.

There’s this weird cozy-horny vibe to Growth Academy that kinda sneaks up on you. At first it feels like some chill school-life VN where you just arrived on this hidden island college, meet a couple of classmates with too-big sweaters and oddly shy teachers, and you think “ok, normal harem setup, I know this”. Then suddenly someone’s boobs are stretching her uniform day by day, another girl’s ass doesn’t fit in her chair anymore, and the game just treats it like it’s as normal as exchanging Line IDs. I liked that actually. Nobody is screaming “oh no I am a freak of nature”, it is more like “my tits grew two sizes again, can you help me carry my books” and then five minutes later you are face first in her cleavage. The whole place feels like a horny rehab center where the cure is more sex. Also the island lore is lowkey interesting even when you came only to see giant jiggling body parts crash into doorframes. I kept telling myself “okay one more scene then I close it and touch grass” and suddenly I’m trying to max out affection with a girl whose thighs could crush a small car, just because I wanted to see what happens if she really lets go during sex. Spoiler: she does not hold back.

The erotic part leans hard into growth, but it does not rush. Some routes are very slow burn, you watch a girl’s body change over many days, clothes getting tighter, camera angles getting more pervy, your MC pretending he is surprised even though you obviously keep choosing the horny dialogue. One of my favorite moments was sneaking into the dorm at night and the game casually drops a sleep sex scene like “oh yeah this is a thing here”. No drama, just you sliding under the covers, touching big warm flesh in the dark while the UI quietly pops up new corruption flags. Then later the same girl acts all innocent in class, except she can’t button her shirt anymore and the teacher keeps looking and you feel like everyone is lying to each other and it turns you on more. There’s futa stuff, lesbian scenes behind the gym, some dommy girls that use you like a toy, a succubus who basically blackmails you with your own dick, group sessions that feel like a school project gone very wrong, and a few “oh shit, did that just count as cheating” moments that made me pause for like two seconds before clicking “continue”. I wish they would stop teasing pregnancy and then not go full explicit with it, but I get it, I still hate it. Also there’s this whole persona-ish schedule and dungeon tone in the background where you manage days, build stats, poke at mysteries, but half the time I forgot about the big island secret and just chased bigger tits and thicker asses like some caveman with a smartphone. It’s messy, horny, kind of clumsy at times, some scenes hit like top tier hentai, some feel like they were written at 4% brain battery, but it has that “one more click” energy that makes you keep an incognito tab open way longer than you plan.

Ava looks like the kind of wife you show on Instagram and pretend your life is super balanced, while in reality your balls are on permanent hostage mode. She is soft, smiley, cuddly, and at the same time somehow talks to you like a therapist who owns your dick by legal right. The game plays into that mood hard. You’re the husband, stuck in this weird mix of romance, edging, and “yes dear” energy, and the whole story slowly twists that into something darker and way more fucked up. It starts like a cozy slow-burn visual novel, all sweet teasing and emotional talks about trust, then suddenly you remember there is a succubus involved and you probably made the worst bargain in horny history. The pace is not for people who just want to open a menu, click “blowjob,” and go fap. You actually sit in long conversations where Ava is talking about feelings, and your brain is screaming “please just ruin me,” and the game kind of answers with “okay, but let’s make it psychologically uncomfortable too.”

Then Alison shows up. Half-sister, total problem, full succubus, and the kind of girl who looks at you like she already knows the exact shape of your kink just from your breathing pattern. The night you see her feeding on some dude feels like you accidentally walked into the wrong Pornhub category and stayed anyway. Instead of running, you do the most porn-brain decision possible: you blackmail a soul-sucking demon into helping you turn your wife into a hotwife. Genius. Absolutely stupid, but genius. This is where the whole thing shifts from “romantic VN” to “erotic thriller with way too much edging.” Alison basically becomes your horny life coach, linked to your head with this telepathic bond that lets her poke your thoughts, whisper stuff while you’re trying not to cum inside Ava, and nudge her slowly toward more teasing, more public flirting, more emotional domination, more “you’re mine, but I might share you.” There is plenty of explicit stuff, but it always comes wrapped in mind games. One moment you’re getting a passionate blowjob from the wife who tells you how much she loves you, next moment you remember Alison is listening in and treating your orgasms like some kind of magical resource. The game plays with hotwife fantasies, voyeuristic moments, hints of cheating, and that sick mix of guilt and arousal where you want Ava corrupted and at the same time you are terrified she will actually enjoy it too much. Sometimes it feels romantic, sometimes it feels like a psychological horror with tits, and sometimes you just sit there thinking “this is so fucked up” while still clicking “next” with one hand.

You wake up in this fucked up little pocket of reality that feels like someone mixed a murder scene with a wet dream and forgot to clean either part. There’s wax on the floor, candles half melted, and a skeleton that won’t shut up about fate and sin like a drunk philosopher on Discord at 5 in the morning. You’re supposed to be a detective, right, the serious type, solving cases and writing reports, but the game keeps poking at you, like it knows what kind of shit you watch in incognito mode. The demon girl in the cell looks at you like she’s already seen every bad thought you ever had about your teacher, your neighbor, that one milf on Instagram with the suspiciously perfect big tits. She talks slow, teasing, like she’s unwrapping your brain the way most hentai girls unwrap a cock, and the creepy thing is she’s not even wrong. The whole thing feels like an interrogation where you’re the one getting stripped.

It pretends to be horror at first, with this prison that doesn’t follow normal logic, doors that appear where there was only stone, and reality bending around your choices, but then it starts slipping in sex like it’s nothing. One minute you’re checking a crime scene, the next you’re spying through a keyhole at some girl in a school uniform getting “tutored” a little too hard by a futa teacher with a cock that obviously breaks school rules. You follow one lead and end up watching a corrupted housewife kneel down and take a slow, messy blowjob that turns into a creampie she’s totally not supposed to enjoy, because she still has a husband somewhere in this story, I think. The game doesn’t stop there. It keeps pushing the whole cheating thing, netorase stuff, voyeur scenes where you’re told to watch, to record, to blackmail. The demon keeps asking which choice turns you on more, the broken girl begging for more or the proud one who ends up collared and slapped until she does what she’s told. There are pixel art bits that somehow feel dirtier than the “serious” 3D renders, like when a tiny growing girl slowly turns into a giantess and pins a terrified, naked succubus under her ass, grinding on her face like it’s some casual Tuesday. And you think, I didn’t ask for that, but yeah, I kind of did.

What I really care about, and the game kind of half-asses, is the interface. For something with this much psychological stuff and roleplaying choices, it acts like everyone has perfect eyesight, perfect reflexes, perfect mouse control. Tiny dialogue text on bright backgrounds with fancy fonts that look nice for ten seconds, then start to hurt. There’s a lot of clicking through long scenes, especially the slow burn corruption parts, and no real “hey, my hands get tired, can I use my keyboard more” options. You can’t bump font size without going into awkward system zooms like you’re reading a PDF from 2009. There are sound cues for important choices, but no real detailed volume sliders, so if you have sensitive hearing or use headphones because, you know, you don’t want your whole house hearing a futanari nun spanking a schoolgirl until she squirts, you’re stuck juggling Windows mixer and hoping the demon doesn’t suddenly moan at full blast. The sex scenes are hot, sure, in that messy mix of bdsm, femdom, incest hints, sleep sex, pregnancy scares and “she says no at first but then she’s dripping” way that a lot of adult games push, and the sandboxy structure lets you stalk characters, watch them in showers, tease them with toys, push them toward group sex in the “wrong” route. But for a game that loves fucking with your head about control and consent, it doesn’t give you much control over basic comfort. No colorblind modes for clue highlighting, no text-to-speech hooks, no simple way to slow down auto-advance if you process English slower than native speakers. It wants to dig into your secret kinks like it’s reading your diary, yet it treats access like an afterthought, like if you can’t keep up with fast text and tiny buttons then you’re not invited to the orgy. Which is kind of funny, because the whole story is about doors that shouldn’t exist, but when I actually need a door like “bigger UI” or “less click spam” that one never appears.

This thing feels like someone mashed up a trashy late-night sitcom with a horny demon power fantasy and then just... didn’t bother to clean it up. You’re this baby incubus clown who gets cut off by daddy hell-money and has to go scam a “normal” human family by yelling you’re their lost son. That alone tells you the tone. It’s not classy. It’s not “sensual.” It’s a walking disaster of bad decisions, fake drama, mom thirst, and the kind of low-blow humor you’d expect from a Discord server that should’ve been shut down months ago. And it actually works half the time. One moment you’re laughing because the MC is a cocky idiot talking big about domination and “ancient incubus arts,” and five minutes later he’s getting a titjob he did not even deserve, because the game decided his bullshit pheromones just flipped the switch in her brain. It plays like a corruption porn parody where everyone still tries to act like they have morals for about five seconds, then the scent hits and suddenly panties, bras, and standards are gone.

The whole cheating angle is handled in that “oh no, this is wrong” way where the characters say it once, then keep doing it again and again, and you’re there going, yeah sure, very guilty, while she’s riding the MC on the couch with the husband in the next room. And it leans hard into voyeur stuff too. You’re peeking through cracked doors, listening at walls, watching someone finger herself thinking about the “son,” then later walking in like you didn’t just hear everything. There’s a fun little loop with the incubus power where the more you toy with them, the bolder they get. A bit of spanking here, some “accidental” groping there, subtle scent cranked up, and suddenly the MILF is grinding on your lap “joking,” the daughter is masturbating in the shower whispering your name, and you’re pretending this is all some deep character growth. It’s not. It’s just a slow slide from teasing and handjobs toward full-on oral, titfucks, and messy vaginal scenes that feel like a badly timed punchline. The humor is hit-or-miss as hell. Sometimes the MC drops a line that legit made me snort, sometimes he sounds like a rejected Reddit shitposter trying to roleplay as a demon god of pussy. And there’s this weird mystical layer on top, like it remembers every now and then that you’re actually a supernatural creature and not just some random perv couch-crashing at a stranger’s house, so you get little bits of “training” and talk about being a stronger incubus, while you’re still secretly jerking off after spying on the stepmom with a sex toy she swears she hasn’t used in years.

What I actually liked is that the sex isn’t just “click scene, watch loop, nut, next.” You mess with their heads a bit. You gaslight their libido. You throw in some playful domination, a hand on the throat, push them up against the counter, talk filthy in their ear, and the game lets you see them shift from shy and hesitant to “please choke me harder, son.” It’s fucked up, sure, but it fits the vibe. Some of the animated stuff really sells the weight of tits bouncing on your cock or the mouth sliding down in a sloppy blowjob, and then other times it looks janky as hell, like someone animated it half asleep, but you’re already invested so you let it slide. I kinda wish they pushed the voyeurism even more, like having routes where you don’t touch them at first, just watch them corrupt themselves under your influence, walking around with that swollen ass and no panties, “accidentally” bending over in front of you. Would be fun to see them add more twisted “mystery” stuff too, like neighbors smelling the incubus aura and getting dragged into the mess, or some jealous supernatural chick trying to cockblock your corruption spree. But nah, for now it’s mostly you, your scent, some fucked up fake family dynamics, a big-ass MILF with zero chance of staying faithful, a walking stereotype of a horny girl with no self-control, and you pretending this whole thing is some kind of grand incubus coming-of-age story instead of what it really is: low-brow, dirty, often stupid, and absolutely built for people who like to watch morals collapse in slow motion while they laugh and jerk off.

The storm hits, your ship breaks, people scream, and then there is just water in your lungs and this weird calm feeling like you already fucked up your own story before it even started. When you open your eyes again, it’s hot, everything smells like salt and wet earth, and you are lying on a beach between a half-naked friend you can’t wake up and a dark-skinned girl with feathers in her hair who looks at you like she already knows what you will do to her later. That part made me smirk, honestly. The game doesn’t pretend to be “classy” about it. You drag yourself into this hidden British settlement on the island, with people acting strangely polite, like they are hosting some polite tea party while pretending not to stare at your crotch. They tell you your friend is dead. The way the old guy says “No one survives outside the village at night” is so calm it’s creepy, like he is almost hoping you try.

Sex doesn’t jump on you in the first two clicks and I kind of liked that, even if at one point I was yelling at my monitor because the village chief’s daughter kept teasing me with that loose white shirt and soft accent and still nothing. She keeps leaning in, her tits brushing your chest, voice half-whisper, asking about your dreams and fears. You can actually feel her breath in your ear when she promises to “take care of your tension” if you obey the rules. Virgin, my ass. When she finally drops to her knees in that narrow storage hut, with moonlight cutting through the wooden slats and dust floating around, the wet choking sounds are filthy in a very good way. She looks up at you with those “innocent” eyes while drool and cum drip from her lips. It’s not just click and fade to black. The game lingers on her tongue running along your shaft, on the way her throat tightens when you push a bit too deep, like it wants you to feel that tiny cruelty and enjoy it.

The female voices have this low, hungry warmth that sold the whole island mood for me. The Indian girl has this soft, careful tone at first, like she’s afraid you will break, then later she is ordering you to strip and spreading your legs with her foot on your chest. When she rides you in the jungle clearing, cicadas humming around, her ass bouncing in slow rhythm while she calls you “prey”, the mix between danger and romance feels weirdly right. I just wish the one church scene didn’t have that stupid squeaky floorboard that distracts from her moans; it annoyed me every single time and it will probably stay exactly like that forever. There is a nice contrast between the “good girl” promising love and safety, letting you cum deep inside her with that shaky “don’t pull out, please”, and the woman who makes you lick her clean after she milks you dry, thumb on your tongue, telling you you’re hers now. Sometimes the kissing and soft breathing get more erotic than the full-on creampie, sometimes not at all, and I kept changing my mind which I liked more. Then I remembered I was supposed to care about finding my missing friend and wandered back into the jungle, cock still half hard, trying to decide if the shadows whispering my name were in my head or not. The island doesn’t feel safe, the women definitely aren’t safe, and you keep chasing both anyway.

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.

Broken main guy on the street, trash bag for a pillow, dead eyes, and then this girl Valerie just drops into his life like some horny ghost of Christmas depression. That is pretty much the tone here. It looks like a TV show your phone decided to fuck you with: tight shots on faces, long pauses, zero narrator holding your hand. You’re just tossed between wet alleys, cheap neon, and weird quiet rooms where people say way too much with almost no words. It’s a mobile thing, yeah, but it doesn’t feel like the usual “tap to see boob” junk. You watch these animated scenes play out and you poke at choices, trying to guess what’s under everyone’s skin. Sometimes you’re staring at a massive pair of tits bouncing in a dirty motel bed while the guy is mentally drowning in guilt, and sometimes you’re just looking at Valerie smoking in silence and it’s somehow hotter than the actual sex.

The game loves to tease. Valerie has this thick ass and heavy tits that are clearly made to distract you, but half the time the camera hangs on her eyes instead of her curves, so when you finally get her naked it hits harder. There’s a sex scene in an abandoned building where the wind is howling outside, broken windows, weird blue light, and she climbs on top of him, riding him slow, and the whole time you feel like something is watching from the darkness. It’s not just porn pasted on top of horror wallpaper, it’s like the horror is breathing down your neck while she moans. Penetration is right there, no shy angles, you see her body take it, but then her expression flickers for a second, like she’s not fully there, like maybe this is about more than just getting him off. The mystery stuff comes in quietly, tiny details in the background, odd symbols, strange music cues. It never shouts “woo spooky cult” in your face, but your brain starts going “ok what the fuck is that” while you’re supposed to be focused on the blowjob.

Romance is messy here, in a good way and in a fucked up way. Valerie feels soft and dangerous at the same time, one moment pressing her tits against him for comfort, next moment looking like she’d sell his soul if it meant surviving one more night. There’s this scene where they curl up in a blanket under some bridge, sharing body heat, clearly horny, clearly broken, and they start kissing like they’re trying to erase the world. When he slides into her, the game doesn’t cut away, you see everything, her ass bouncing, her legs around his waist, but the mood is half porn, half funeral. The mystical angle sneaks into those quiet moments, like when the city sounds vanish for a second and the music drops into this eerie, almost holy tone while they fuck. It feels like something wants him to let go of his past through sex, which is both hot and a bit creepy. It’s not clean, not polished, sometimes the timing is weird, a line lands awkward, a transition is sudden, but that roughness kind of matches a story about a man who lives in the gutter and still ends up balls deep in a woman who might be his salvation or just another ghost he’s trying to cum through.