It’s messy in the best way. You’re some kind of half-drunk alchemist in a vampire’s den, tossing glowing ingredients into a cauldron that looks suspiciously alive, waiting to see if it spits out gold, slime, or a moaning succubus with tits like forbidden fruit. The game doesn’t explain much, just lets you mix weird shit - holy water, demon ichor, maybe a drop of your own sweat - and then bam, the screen flashes and suddenly you’re staring at a futa nun grinding against a bound werewolf priest. It’s ridiculous, but you can’t stop clicking. The logic makes no sense and that’s kind of the point. Sometimes you get a soft scene, a slow kiss between a vampire girl and her human pet. Other times, tentacles, everywhere, like the game’s trying to outdo itself in how far it’ll go before you blush or laugh.

There’s something about the tone - half gothic, half horny fever dream - that makes it feel like the devs were just daring each other to see what the next transmutation would unlock. The art shifts between elegant and unhinged; one moment you’re admiring the lighting on a pale thigh, next you’re staring at a corrupted angel with too many wings and not enough shame. The alchemy system feels more like foreplay than crafting. You think you’re mixing for power, but really you’re just chasing the next perverse reveal. I tried to keep track of the endings but gave up after the third one involved a talking dildo that might’ve been sentient.

The weirdest part? It’s kind of beautiful. Between the absurd fetishes and over-the-top transformations, there’s this pulse of dark humor and lust that keeps it alive. It’s not about winning or finishing - it’s about curiosity, that itch that says “what if I mix blood and holy oil again?” Do it. The game rewards the reckless.

Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

Naruto finally got the Hokage chair and, surprise, he basically married the office instead of Hinata. The game leans hard into that. You’re not “saving the relationship” or doing some romantic fix-it fantasy. You’re watching Hinata hit that point where the bed’s cold, the house is quiet, and the only one actually paying attention to her is a smug talking cat with better rizz than her own husband. D1 just strolls into Naruto’s home like he owns the place, curls his tail, and starts giving Hinata the kind of looks she hasn’t gotten since before Boruto was even a thought. It’s wrong, it’s messy, and it’s kind of hot how fast she goes from shy wife to “yeah, I’m going to fuck this problem away.”

The whole thing plays like a kinetic novel, so you’re not juggling a thousand choices. You’re more like a guilty spectator. Scenes just roll in one after another, and honestly that fits. Hinata’s not really deciding much anymore, she’s just sliding. One moment she’s alone in the bathroom, touching herself while thinking about Naruto coming home early. Except he doesn’t. Phone on the sink lighting up with village alerts while her toes curl and she tries to muffle her moans. And then the next scene she’s in the living room, D1 stretched lazily across her lap, his tail flicking near her thighs while he flirts like some sleazy bartender. When he finally gets her to straddle him on the couch, shorts pushed aside, her panties already wet from earlier, there’s this tiny pause where she says “this is wrong” and then her hips just ignore her. That first slow grind where she sinks down on him, eyes half-lidded, is way more intimate than any of the bigger, louder sex moments. Later, when he fills her completely and she clenches around him, the game holds on her face and the little tremble in her voice instead of some overproduced fireworks. And yeah, there’s a creampie scene on Naruto’s own bed, sheets bunched in her fists, D1 pounding into her from behind while her wedding photo stares from the nightstand. It’s trashy and a bit on-the-nose, but I still paused a second on that shot.

What caught me off guard is how they keep Hinata visually soft and homey instead of full-on porn cosplay. Big tits, big ass, sure, but it’s the way her tank top rides up when she’s doing normal house stuff, or how her shorts bite into her hips when she bends, that sells the whole neglected-wife thing way better than any jutsu. The animation isn’t flawless, sometimes her expressions snap a little weird mid-thrust, and there’s one masturbation loop that goes a bit too long and turns more funny than sexy, but honestly that imperfection fits the mood too. It feels like peeking at something you shouldn’t, not some polished “official” project. There’s a scene where she’s sitting at the window at night, hand between her thighs under the blanket, trying to imagine Naruto touching her, but every time she gets close, her brain replaces him with D1’s voice whispering in her ear. She still finishes, panting his name, then instantly covers her mouth like someone might hear, even though the house is empty. That stupid little detail stayed with me longer than the final full-on riding scene. And yeah, Naruto’s technically in the story, but in a weird way he’s just background noise, like the mission reports he buries himself in while his wife gets railed by a cat with better time management.

Power, tits and dragons, in that order. Whores of Thrones takes the whole Seven Kingdoms mess and asks a very simple question: what if everyone stopped pretending they have honor and just started fucking for it instead. You’re dropped into this twisted court drama where every “deal” is half politics, half who is on their knees, and it leans hard into that. One scene you’re whispering dirty orders in a candlelit sept, next scene you’re watching a proud knight get milked by a monster he tried to stab. The story does that slow corruption thing: characters start with some fake moral line, then a bit of blackmail here, a “do this or I ruin your house” there, and suddenly they are naked in public, on their knees, kissing boots, begging for more. It doesn’t rush it, which I kinda loved and also kinda hated when I wanted to just go straight to hardcore. Sometimes you’ll pick a choice and think “ok soft scene now” and the game responds with anal, a collar, and a smug priest watching. Not complaining, just surprised. Often.

Fan service is insane. Sansa, Arya, Daenerys, Cersei, all twisted versions of themselves, each pushed into their own flavor of kink. There is this one path where your male character gets to break the noble “ice princess” step by step, starting with just making her show her feet, then kissing them, then using them on your cock like it’s nothing, until she goes from disgusted to needy. Long scene, very slow, and honestly the footjob animation and expressions are way better than they should be for a porn parody. Then you flip to another route and you’re playing a girl instead, suddenly on the other side of the leash, teasing another woman, riding her face and using toys on her while you promise to protect her family if she just obeys. Lesbian stuff hits different here, because they make it half affection, half “I own you now”. You can feel the writers grinning when they script a holy woman forced into exhibitionism in front of her own followers, or when a dragon queen ends up bent over a balcony, pretending she cares about the city while you’re just pounding her and talking about who she has to marry next. There’s vanilla pussy grinding right next to anal punishment, incest whispers in the background mixed with religious guilt, some brutal female domination scenes, gay side paths that go from awkward to “oh shit this is rough” in two clicks. It goes from funny parody to “damn, that’s filthy” really fast. And yeah, you can play it on your phone, which is a blessing until you realize you just opened a scene with a chained noble girl licking a boot and a dildo in the middle of your train ride, and now you can’t look anyone in the eye.