Rumors always sound stupid until you are the one they whisper about. This game throws you into one of those sticky school legends, the “there is a satanic cult behind the gym” kind of bullshit, except you actually trip over the damn book they are using. Not a cute grimoire with sparkles, more like something that looks like it smells of old cum and candle smoke. You crack it open for a laugh, and the first thing it gives you is the power to make the class virgin blush so hard she almost creams herself in the middle of an “examination” scene where the teacher leans too close, her tits brushing your arm, and you realize the book is not just edgy goth decor. It lets you push people, twist their lust, nudge their fears, and at first you just use it for small shit: making your best friend text you late at night with “I had this weird dream, why were you watching me in the shower?” while you are literally watching him through some voyeur spell on your phone, zooming in like it is some cursed Pornhub live cam. The game plays like a mix of visual novel and sandbox, you wander around school halls, club rooms, that empty classroom behind the science lab where the “mystery club” girl hides her monster girl hentai doujins, and every choice you poke in the text gets a horny consequence ten minutes later. Sometimes it is just teasing, a milf teacher accidentally pressing her big ass on your desk while bending over the board, sometimes it turns into full on corruption, like you mark a shy futa class rep with a little symbol and next time you see her she is in the bathroom stall, stroking a throbbing cock that looks too heavy for her thin legs, biting her lip and mumbling your name.

The story pretends to be about this “evil power” and responsibility, but half the time I forgot the cult plot and just chased who I could break or save or both. You can go playful, using the book to make girls horny at the worst moments, like forcing a strict nurse to lactate during a routine health check, milk stains spreading on her white top while she clenches her thighs, then suddenly she is grabbing your hand and shoving it under her skirt, muttering how this is “for science.” Or you lean into full NTR stuff, using blackmail photos and the book’s little curse tricks to push a sweet romance into pure cheating. There is one brutal route where your “best friend” tries to confess to his crush under the cherry tree and you quietly tweak her feelings so she accepts, then later you drag her into a storage room and she is on her knees around your cock, choking and crying because she knows she is his, but the spell makes betrayal feel like a delicious punishment. The game loves mixing that hurt with the horny: a loyal girlfriend getting pounded by a big black cock you summoned from some “monster” page, your corrupted class rep in a gangbang bukkake scene with faceless students dripping on her glasses, the principal on her knees in the occult club room giving a sloppy oral exam as if it is normal curriculum. There is futa, femdom, crossdressing sissification stuff where the book flips your own body, giving you a fat futa dick for one route, soft tits in another, forcing you into a skirt while a female domination demon spanks you until you are hard just from the pain. One day you are fingering a shy monster girl by the pool during summer vacation, her tail curling around your wrist as she begs for creampie, the next you are watching a furry club president hump your enchanted sex toy in the empty gym. It is messy, horny, a bit mean, and the book never really feels safe; every time you use it to make someone moan louder in a titfuck or a footjob scene, there is that tiny line of text hinting that maybe the book is also rewriting you, turning a “regular student” into something closer to the cult freaks you laughed at in the first place.

Samantha shows up in this rotten city like she walked out of some half-forgotten cyberpunk fanfic and then someone spilled porn all over the manuscript. She is “the fixer”, sure, but half the time it feels like the city is fixing her instead, grinding her down with every job, every favor, every late-night “meeting” with someone who has too much power and not enough morals. The game throws you into Blaston, this polluted, hungry place where everyone wants something from her body first and her brains second. One moment you are discussing sabotage in a factory office, pretending you care about output numbers, and five minutes later the foreman has her bent over the desk, still trying to finish the dialogue options while his absurdly huge cock is already pushing in. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, especially when you realize her choices earlier made this exact humiliation possible. My inner literature nerd kept thinking about noir detectives who always drink too much and get punched in the alley, except here the hangover is replaced by cum dripping down her thigh on the train home while people stare.

What I like is how the game constantly forces you to juggle “professional” life and just pure degeneracy. You wake up, check your phone like in real life, see three messages: boss wants you to talk to a gang leader, some rich wife wants “private mediation” with her cheating husband, and a shady lab sends a polite invite to “participate in an experimental treatment” to improve her physical abilities. Saying yes to that third one can turn Samantha into all kinds of twisted versions of herself. I had a run where she ended up with a smooth thick futa shaft between her legs, and it completely changed how scenes played out. Suddenly she is the one pulling out her cock in a dark alley, forcing a cocky street punk to his knees and using his mouth until he gags, then deciding if she rewards him with a sticky creampie inside or just all over his face. Another time I went the opposite direction and let the city break her. She got dragged into this spiral with a group of monster girls and rough, smug black gangsters who pass her around in a derelict warehouse like she is public property. There is this one scene where she is standing naked on a loading dock in the rain, collar on her neck, one guy fucking her ass while another uses her mouth and a third is rubbing her swollen belly because, yeah, she is already pregnant from an earlier “negotiation” that went very off script. She tries to keep talking in-character about “peace between factions” while they just laugh and slap her tits until she shuts up and moans.

The corruption creeps in little by little. At the start she still gets shy when someone grabs her ass on the subway, pulls her skirt down, looks annoyed. Later she is riding that same train with no panties, sitting across from some nervous virgin office boy, spreading her legs a tiny bit wider each stop, watching him sweat. You can choose for her to drag him into a public restroom and ruin him for normal sex forever, jerking him off and then guiding his cock inside while she whispers that he belongs to her now, or you can ignore him and go meet your cuckold contact instead. That guy is married to this Amazon-tier woman with huge tits and a big black bull on the side, and your “job” is to keep the drama controlled. Which in practice turned into Samantha fucking the wife on the couch, licking her pussy while the bull rails her from behind, and the poor husband just sits in the corner stroking his worthless little dick. The game is full of this kind of tangled mess. You think it is just a life sim with calendars and stats, then suddenly you are on a rooftop at night, drunk on power, making a captured troublemaker kiss your boots before you jerk him off with them and push him over the edge of his old life. Romantic routes exist too, buried under all the filth. I accidentally made Samantha fall in love with a girl she was supposed to blackmail. They end up in a cheap motel, kissing shyly at first, then rubbing against each other until they both cum, no pressure, no money, no gang watching. It was almost sweet, which somehow made all the gangbangs, footjobs under bar tables, public groping in neon-lit clubs, BWC-driven netorare drama and messy creampies feel even dirtier by contrast. The city keeps asking her one question: how much of yourself are you willing to sell to keep fixing everyone else’s problems, and how much are you secretly enjoying that sale.

Magic in this game feels like horny office politics with spells instead of emails. You’re this “secret third guy” with real power in a fantasy world where magic is drying up and the rich Great Families are freaking out and trying to own whoever still has it. They want to control your dick and your destiny at the same time. Your old mentor drags you back into their mess, and suddenly you’re surrounded by people who either want to study your Affinity, fuck it, or both. A lot of “both”, honestly. One moment you’re sitting in some fancy manor library pretending to listen to theories about why magic is dying, next moment your lap is full of a horny noble girl with big tits asking if she can “help you focus your energy”. Translation: she’s grinding on you and begging you to take her virginity while still pretending this is research. And it kind of is, because the game keeps treating sex like science and therapy and family drama all smashed together. It shouldn’t work, but it does, and then suddenly there’s a monster girl with claws holding your wrists to the bed and purring that she wants to see how much “human seed” it takes to make a hybrid pregnancy work out. I actually laughed, then I kept clicking, then I completely forgot I was laughing when her tongue hit your balls.

What hit me more than I expected is how many of these characters are kinda broken on the inside while still being absolute sluts on the outside. Like one elf milf who talks like a strict professor, all proper and controlled, then the scene just pivots and she’s kneeling between your legs, glasses slightly crooked, drool on your shaft, whispering she needs to feel “proof you’re real” in her throat. The blowjob is great obviously, but the tiny animation of her fingers digging into your thighs and that tiny ahegao flicker when you finally creampie her mouth, that detail stayed with me way too long. There’s a teasing pacing to the game where sometimes it makes you wait and sometimes it just throws you into a full group scene out of nowhere. One moment you’re having a quiet talk about Affinity theory, the next these ladies are basically arguing over who gets to ride you first while you’re pushed onto some couch like an exhausted porn actor. And I hated how often the camera cut away from the actual penetration to focus on faces or hands, but then in the next scene the exact same choice felt perfect, so I don’t even know what my brain wants anymore. The humor is messy and kinda awkward, like when a serious council meeting keeps getting derailed because one of the monster girls is still sore from the spanking you gave her and can’t sit still. There’s lesbian stuff too, and it isn’t just a “for your gaze” thing, they actually forget about you mid-scene at one point and keep eating each other out while you’re just standing there, pants open, like some extra. Honestly that part felt weirdly real. The whole found-family angle hides under all the titfucks and groping and anal teasing and whatnot, so you go from laughing at a stupid sex toy joke to suddenly being hit with “hey, we’re your home now” right after you’ve painted someone’s womb with a thick creampie. It’s messy, horny, sentimental, and sometimes it talks too much about magic, but when the spanking starts and the moans sync with those little animated thrusts, you’ll forget what the Great Families were even arguing about in the first place.

Cold air everywhere in this game, that kind of bluish light where everything looks quiet until you realize it’s not quiet at all - it’s full of moans. “The Builder” starts like a normal job story, some guy sent north to construct something that doesn’t matter after a while because what really matters is how quickly every woman in that town ends up wrapped around him. It’s strange how the plot pretends to be about architecture or duty, but then someone leans too close over a workbench and suddenly there’s no building left except the one between his legs. I liked that switch though, it feels messy in a way that’s believable, like people pretending they have control when clearly they don’t. The girls aren’t copy-paste dolls either; each has that tiny habit that sticks in your head - the smith wiping sweat off her collarbone, or the widow who keeps her eyes shut during oral scenes like she’s praying. That detail hit harder than expected.

Still, sometimes the pacing drags, like the builder forgot what he was doing mid-thrust. There’s a part with a riverbank that could’ve been hotter if the camera wasn’t so polite - I wanted it to stay longer, to show the mess, not fade out. And yeah, I know it’s supposed to be “romantic,” but come on, they’re all basically begging for creampie scenes anyway, so why tease the player? Maybe a DLC later could bring pregnancy progression visuals, just saying, not even for fetish reasons, more for closure. I also wish someone stopped calling him “master builder.” Sounds silly when everyone’s panting. But then again, maybe that’s the point - it becomes almost funny, and somehow that makes it dirtier.

What surprised me most? I actually cared when winter ended and half the village had swollen bellies. It felt weirdly wholesome in the filthiest way possible. Like, he built the memorial but also a new generation - two kinds of legacies tangled together. I closed the tab thinking about that smell of sawdust mixed with skin, wondering if the next update will ruin it or make it worse, hopefully worse.