First time I opened it, I thought the colors looked a bit too clean, like candy wrappers in a porn set. But then she turned her head - Alya - and her eyes had this lazy way of tracking you, half bored, half aware you’re staring at her chest. It’s supposed to be parody, right? But it feels like the people who made it both love and mock what they’re copying. The male lead moves like he’s unsure if he deserves to be there, which somehow makes the whole thing dirtier. There’s something wildly unbalanced about how quick it switches from sweet talk to her mouth sliding down him. No fade-outs, no convenient camera cut. It just lingers. Too long maybe. Or not long enough.

The dating sim mechanics are barely pretending to matter. Tap, choose, get flustered text messages, and suddenly you’re deep in a warm rhythm that feels too personal for something you’re doing on your phone. I caught myself thinking about her hair texture mid-scene - like, how soft would it actually be after? That’s the kind of stupid detail that shouldn’t matter, but it’s there. She teases constantly, calling him “senpai” in a voice that sounds more drunk than shy. The transitions between affection and filth are messy, which I kind of adore. You can tell the animators didn’t care about polishing it smooth; they wanted it to *feel* like it could go wrong at any moment. When she presses against him, breasts heavy and animated with this exaggerated bounce, I almost laugh. Then I don’t.

There’s a scene (pretty sure it’s optional) where she insists on finishing him while keeping eye contact, and it’s uncomfortable and hot in a way only parody can be. The game pretends to be romantic, but the romance cracks open fast once things start moving under the sheets. Maybe that’s the point - pretend sweetness wrapped around shameless fucking. You could call it satire. But I’d rather call it honest.

This one hits like a horny Celtic fever dream where your playlist suddenly jumps from chill lo-fi to filthy club track with heavy bass and no one knows who touched the volume. You play this immortal warrior guy who basically keeps falling into trouble with every kind of dangerous woman: proud redhead warriors who look like they could break your neck and ride your dick in the same motion, druids with glowing eyes and way too much influence over your brain, smug queens who clearly use their tits as a political tool, that kind of vibe. It starts almost noble, like you think you’re the good guy in some old legend, but after a few choices you’re already grabbing a fistful of ass in a torchlit hall and pretending it’s all part of the strategy. It feels a bit like shuffling Spotify from “epic battle music” to “sex playlist” and then never going back.

What I liked is how it doesn’t treat you like some clueless virgin, even when the game is actually about turning pure girls into not-so-pure little worshipers of your cock. You get these quiet scenes where you’re talking to a proud female warrior about honor and battle scars, then suddenly your hand is under her leather armor, she’s breathing hard, and you’re deciding if you tease her with a slow handjob or shove her to her knees and make her taste you. Sometimes the camera lingers on her lips wrapped around you with just enough movement to feel alive but not like some overproduced porn. Other times it cuts right after the creampie and you’re like hey, let me enjoy the mess a second longer, alright? There’s also this thing where your “heroic” path and your “corrupt the whole fucking pantheon” path keep mixing. One moment you’re saving a village. Next moment you’re mindfucking their druid priestess and using her as a toy in a group scene while she chants in some old tongue and still somehow finds time to swallow. I love that energy. I also hate that some of the scenes tease you with perfect set-up for proper throat abuse or rough titfuck and then just jump back to plot like the writer suddenly remembered lore is a thing. But then you get this surprisingly soft masturbation scene with a so-called untouchable milf queen, sitting by a window, touching herself while remembering how you pinned her against a stone wall and filled her, and it hits like a slow, dirty track at the end of the night. You kind of forget you were supposed to be a hero at all and just start thinking which kingdom you want to fuck into obedience next.

This one feels like opening a quiet married life and finding a hidden door behind the closet, the kind of door you should not touch if you want to stay “good”. You start as this regular wife, soft and a bit shy, the type who believes in rings and forever. She has a husband, a routine, nothing crazy. Then tiny things begin to push her. A look from a stranger lingers one second too long. A hand stays on her waist when it should have let go. She tells herself it is nothing, but you already feel how thin that word “nothing” is. Every choice is like sliding one more button open, not just clothes, but the whole soul.

What makes it hit different is how slow the poison moves. The first time she lets another man touch her hand, it feels almost innocent, like “oh, he is just being friendly,” while you know he is already undressing her in his head. When she wraps her fingers around him under the table and pretends she is just reaching for her phone, it is so wrong that it burns, but also strangely sweet, like cheap wine that makes you dizzy too fast. The game loves that line between “I should stop” and “just a little more”. She gives a blowjob in the back of a car and spends the ride home wiping her lips and rehearsing what lie to tell her husband, and you watch that guilt mix with this wild new pleasure that she did not even know she could feel. That first time she lets someone slide inside her, not her husband, there is no dramatic music, just messy breathing, a bed that is not hers, and the heavy thought that some doors do not close again. You see her texts, the late-night chats, the way she pretends to be tired when her husband wants sex because she already had her cunt filled earlier by someone else. She still says she loves him, and in a sick way, you believe her.

I kept thinking about fate while playing, like maybe she was never meant to stay loyal, maybe her “destiny” is to become this hotwife that every man uses in secret. The corruption is not magic, it feels like real life, like all those stories you read on Reddit at work when you should be doing spreadsheets. Each scene pushes her moral line a bit further until the word “cheating” almost loses meaning and becomes just “Tuesday”. You can let her fight it or lean into it, but the gravity always pulls her toward darker stuff: letting another guy cum in her and then going home to ride her husband, pretending she is tight only for him, when you know she is still dripping from before. Oral turns from something she does for love into something she does because she craves the taste, any dick, any time. Handjobs in places she should not even be aroused, quick vaginal fucks in bathrooms, the kind of secret filth that would destroy a marriage in one second if found. I liked how sometimes scenes feel almost romantic with the wrong man, like her heart is cheating too, not just her body, and sometimes it is just raw, ugly lust with no feelings at all. And yeah, part of me wanted her to stop and be a good wife again, but another part already accepted that the good wife died the moment she smiled back at temptation.

Jack’s the kind of idiot you remember from school. Not the cool guy, not the nerd, just that dude girls keep hovering around for no clear reason, like cats around the one person who didn’t ask for them. That’s the vibe here. You’re in this school hall, phone in hand, scrolling through some bullshit chat app while the teacher drones on, and suddenly you’ve got three unread messages from three different girls all wanting “help with homework.” And yeah, none of them actually care about homework. One sends a selfie with her tits squeezed tight in a too-small top, another sends a voice note whispering way too close to the mic, and the third just sends a peach emoji and a question mark. It’s that kind of game. You tap through, pick your answers, and try not to blow your whole harem by saying something dumb, even though the game clearly wants you to say something dumb sometimes.

The nice part is how it ramps from teasing to full-on corruption without acting shy about it. One minute you’re peeking at a milf bending over in her living room while she pretends she doesn’t know you’re watching, the next you’re balls-deep in her on the same damn couch, her huge ass bouncing in smooth little animated loops while her tits smack against her chest. The animations are short, yeah, but they hit that horny sweet spot: mouth wrapped around your cock, slow handjob with spit glistening, a titfuck where her big tits swallow you almost completely. Then it cuts, you go back to the chat, like switching tabs on your phone between Pornhub and Telegram. The school setting stays in the background, chalkboard here, locker there, skirt riding up on the stairs, a tight blouse riding higher every time she leans in “for a secret.” Half the fun is in those half-innocent touches, the casual groping in an empty corridor or brushing her thigh under the desk while she tries to keep a straight face in class and fails hard.

What sticks with me is how shameless it is about Jack being a walking sex magnet and not bothering with deep excuses. You want romance? It’s here, sort of. A girl blushing while she strokes you off, saying she likes you, then two scenes later she’s sharing your dick with her best friend like it’s some kind of group project. Lesbian bits sneak in when the girls get bored waiting for you, toying with each other on the bed, kissing and grinding while they tease you for watching, like a built-in voyeur mode. Sometimes you’re pushed to choose who gets your load, on the tits or inside, and the game doesn’t pretend your choices are noble. Sex toys show up without fanfare: a vibrator pulled from a drawer, a dildo slapped into a girl’s hand while she looks at you for approval before she pushes it in and moans. It’s rough around the edges, some scenes jump a bit too fast, some dialogue feels like it was written on a cheap Android keyboard on the bus, but that kind of makes it better for this style. It feels like a horny dev who knows exactly what buttons to push: big tits, big asses, mouths full of cock, girls fighting for your attention, harem chaos that somehow keeps working. You tap, you watch, you cum, and then you tell yourself you’ll stop after the next scene, which is a lie you already know is a lie.