The first thing I thought after a few minutes was - why does it feel like a fever dream made by someone who got lost between a lab manual and a wet dream? The tone is weirdly confident, like the game knows it’s absurd and just leans into it. One moment you’re staring at a microscope screen, the next a pair of soft giggles echo in your ear and you forget there’s supposed to be *science* involved. The twins - god, they’re both trouble in different flavors. The older one pretends she’s got morals, the younger one pretends nothing at all matters. They circle you like cats, teasing until you can’t tell who’s leading anymore. It’s the kind of harem setup that should feel predictable, but doesn’t, because everyone acts like they’ve read too many philosophy posts on Twitter and now weaponize flirting as research.

There’s this one scene - animated in that slow, almost-too-smooth way - where she’s trying to keep a serious conversation while her hand is very much *not* serious, and you can feel the POV shake like the dev forgot to stabilize it. It’s oddly intimate, messy even, which I liked more than I expected. The humor sneaks in during those in-between breaths; the hero mutters something about “empirical data” right before a creampie moment, and it’s so dumb it becomes sexy again. Sometimes the pacing flatlines, like the game just needed a cigarette break. Other times it spikes into this blurry intensity that makes you forget your phone is heating up in your hand. I still don’t get the romance angle though - it’s half sincere, half ironic, like everyone’s pretending not to be lonely while naked.

I keep thinking how the visuals give everyone that soft plastic shine, but I don’t even care after a while. The dialogue is clumsy and weirdly poetic, like it was translated by someone half-drunk on dopamine. There’s a virgin subplot I wanted to hate, but then it turns awkward and human and suddenly I did care. I started imagining sketching the twins, one smirking, one looking away, both glowing under fake lab light. Maybe that’s the spell - it’s trashy and stupid and kind of brilliant.

This thing hits you in the face right away. You open it and the game just starts calling you a pathetic virgin like it knows what tabs you had open before. Male protagonist, first year uni in late 90s Wales, stuck in that ugly campus mix of shitty carpet, nicotine stains, and horny brain. Everyone thinks you will die alone, and frankly the game agrees. Then the goth girl walks in like a walking middle finger to your self-esteem. Tall, boots, chains, black lipstick that looks like it tastes of smoke and cheap vodka. She is not your cute “secretly soft” goth. She is full female domination mode. She enjoys humiliating you, and the game really lets her. Public teasing in hallways, denial until you literally beg, exhibitionism moments where she pushes you close to being seen, and then pulls away only to grind on someone actually confident while you watch from the corner. If you hate netorare, this is a hate crime. If you like it, you will have your hand on your phone more than on your textbook.

What caught me off guard is how the corruption is not only sexual but social. The more you let her step on you, the more other people on campus join the act, and the POV stuff gets nasty. You see her big ass riding someone else through a cracked door while you are forced to hold her bag like an idiot. Or she sends you pics of her sucking off a dude from the football team, with your unread essays visible on your desk in the background. There is voyeurism everywhere, even when you are not the viewer. Sometimes you are the thing being watched: being paraded around as the loser virgin toy in a group chat that you are not even allowed to post in. The game even throws a milf teacher at you, but in that mean way, like, you think “finally, someone kind” and suddenly you are watching her get pounded by a classmate while she grades your paper with a red pen and one hand on his abs. The humor is cruel and honestly kind of funny, like that scene where your phone autocorrects “please” to “pee” while you are begging her to let you cum, and she just runs with it in a way I am still slightly disturbed by. There is a whole mobile phone layer built into the game, with apps that feel suspiciously like WhatsApp and Instagram where you keep scrolling old chats trying to find where exactly your dignity died, then getting distracted by AI generated CG of her in a “maybe pregnant, maybe not” ending that hits way harder than it should. I still cannot forgive the tiny thing where notification sounds are slightly off from real apps and my brain kept twitching every single time, but yeah, I kept playing anyway.

Cursed roadtrip with three hot girls and a van that smells a little like old socks. That is basically the whole vibe here, but with ghosts, tentacles, and enough cheating drama to fill a Reddit relationship thread. You play the classic “nice guy but kinda loser” who suddenly becomes the driver, bodyguard, emotional trash can, and occasional sex god for Bianca, Tori and Zoe on the way to a DJ festival in the middle of nowhere. The game starts like some regular romance thing, all POV shots of thighs in tiny shorts and flirty teasing in the van, but it slowly slides into paranormal horny chaos where you are not sure if you are seducing them or if some cursed mansion is seducing all of you together. In a good way. Or a very bad way, depending how you feel about tentacles grabbing a girl’s tits while she rides you on a dusty sofa.

The strongest thing here is how the game makes the girls feel actually different. Bianca acts like the loyal girlfriend type at first, very “I shouldn’t, I have a boyfriend” while her top is one deep breath away from a full titfuck. Zoe is the smug one who likes to poke your ego, call you pathetic, then accidentally moan when you grope her in a dark hallway because she “thought it was a ghost.” Tori is the chill party girl with a big ass that the camera loves more than story logic. One moment you are listening to them argue about room arrangements in the hotel, next moment you are in a POV blowjob scene where she is trying to prove she can be “quiet” and fails so hard you expect the neighbors to call the cops. There are multiple endings, so your choices actually matter. You can be the corrupted asshole who happily fucks his cousin’s girlfriend and lets the mansion eat her soul, or the reluctant guy who resists some of the netorare stuff and tries to play hero. It pretends to be romance, but the game really wants you to press all the wrong options and ruin everyone’s morals.

The sex variety is messy in a fun way. There is standard vanilla vaginal sex with creampie closeups, lazy titfucks where the girl is kind of annoyed but still sliding those big tits around your cock, a surprisingly tender handjob in the van while the other two sleep, and then the mansion parts where it gets into BDSM, choking, chains on the bed, paranormal groping, tentacles sliding under skirts and making a girl climax while she begs you to “pull them out” but you obviously don’t, because the animation is too good. The corruption angle slowly ramps, so first you just sneak a look at cleavage, then later you are ordering one girl to lick another while you watch, and somehow the game keeps a straight face like it is character development. POV helps a lot here, it feels like the entire world is just bouncing asses and open mouths directed at you. Sometimes the mobile controls are a bit annoying when you try to pick a choice and the tap hits the log instead, but nobody is reading the dialogue anyway once the milf ghost shows up and decides you need oral sex as “payment” for staying the night. There is even a kind of soft NTR moment where you watch Bianca doing something she swore she would never do and the game lets you keep going or stop her, pretending you still have a moral compass left. You probably don’t.

The relentless stretch of infinite time weighed deeply on God's soul. Omnipotence and perfect dominion had faded into a tedious, unchanging buzz. What he desired was the ache of falling short, the rapture of difficult victory, the untamed, exquisite pain of dying. And so, he set into motion a radical scheme.

Initially, he molded a form of sheer possibility, christening it Zeno. Within Zeno, he locked the sum of his godly might, the wild, infinite strength that marked his grand life.

In contrast, God assumed a frail, imperfect mortal body. He confined his essence to a loop of reincarnation, a dim ember of the primal blaze, erased of past knowledge and power upon each demise.

He would come to know desire, ecstasy, loss, and anxiety. He would fail, evolve, and fully embrace life.

So started the ultimate ordeal; God was simply one spirit wandering the endless expanse of reality, prepared to confront the disorderly, magnificent, and utterly mortal tale of birth and demise.