Paul McClain isn’t your usual kind of detective. He dresses too sharply for small-town work, talks too smooth for his own good, and has this look that says *he’s seen some shit but still wants to see more*. The job seems simple at first - find the lost daughter of some rich asshole from England - but nothing about this place stays clean for long. Springfield’s full of girls who might fit the age and the attitude, all of them wrapped up in their own secrets. One moment you’re interrogating someone over coffee, next moment she’s half undressed and using her tongue to teach you what kind of “clues” she’s got. Yeah, this investigation gets real physical real quick.

What’s funny is, the game sometimes pretends to be about justice and logic and detective work, but then throws those out the window the second a tight blouse leans too close. I tried to keep things professional, but you get pulled into the heat of it - all that teasing, the slow unbuttoning, the kind of moans that make you forget what question you even asked. It’s not just fucking for the sake of it though; the interactions actually tell you about the girl - whether she’s shy, manipulative, or just bored enough to fuck a detective for fun. There’s a weird honesty in how raw it gets. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes damn awkward, but it never feels fake.

The town itself feels alive in a dirty, ridiculous way. You’ll knock on fancy doors expecting answers, end up tied to a chair with some woman threatening to “torture” you for information - though her definition of torture gets awfully wet halfway through. Not everything lands perfectly. Some dialogue sounds like it was written during a hangover, and one clue chase dragged longer than my patience. Still, you can’t stop. There’s always another suspect with that maybe-it’s-her look and another secret under her clothes. When you finally find the one with the mark on her ass... well, by then, truth feels like the least interesting thing you’ve discovered.

Con Quest feels like somebody got horny at Comic-Con, opened RPG Maker, and just refused to stop until every girl in a Pokémon outfit was getting railed. In a good way. You walk around this nerd convention, not to catch monsters, but to hunt down girls in cheap, tight cosplay that looks like it came from AliExpress and then got “modified” with scissors and zero shame. They’ve got the Pikachu chick whose ears keep wobbling while she’s getting fucked, the grumpy Gardevoir girl who pretends she’s above it all but spreads fast as soon as you push the right dialog options, and a ridiculous amount of bad puns about balls, trainers and catching them all. Sometimes it lands, sometimes it’s like watching your drunk uncle discover hentai on TikTok. Still, I laughed. Then I got hard. Not always in that order.

The flow is simple: explore the convention floor, poke at everything like a horny raccoon, talk to cosplayers, pick the lewder dialog, and trigger scenes. There’s that one moment where you finally talk your way backstage, past the fake “staff only” sign, and find a girl in a half-finished Eevee outfit, ears on, top off, still holding a hot glue gun while you bend her over a pile of foam props. Completely unsafe, 10/10. Another time I burned a whole coffee break just trying every dumb answer in one dialog tree to see which one would push the “Misty-but-not-Misty” girl from rolling her eyes to literally riding your face behind a merch table full of body pillows. The game sometimes pretends it’s a serious little quest with items and mini-challenges, then instantly switches to “okay, now fuck her on the floor between two trash bins.” That chaos made it feel like an actual con, to be honest. You run in circles, get lost, end up in the weirdest places, and suddenly there’s a half-naked furry Pikachu grinding on your lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Sex scenes go hard on the cosplay angle. Costumes stay on just enough to be stupid hot: tail getting grabbed, ears getting pulled, fake paws on your chest, panty lines under ripped bodysuits. There’s one where the girl’s wearing a super tight yellow suit and you only pull it down to her waist, so her tits bounce out while the hood still has the goofy little face on it. It looks silly and filthy at the same time, like a hentai parody you’re slightly ashamed to enjoy but you still do. Some animations loop a bit clunky in spots and the moans sometimes sound like they were recorded in someone’s bathroom on an old phone, but honestly that kind of fits the whole dirty-fan-project vibe. I was more annoyed that sometimes I clicked too fast, skipped a line of dialog I actually wanted to read, and there’s no quick, clean way to step back one sentence. Also there is one NPC who looks like she would 100% fuck you behind the fake cardboard Poké-center booth and she never does, and I’m still mad about that. The mix of convention humor, shameless cosplay kink, and “gotta catch every slutty costume” energy made it feel like wandering through a horny, corrupted Nintendo fan meetup where nobody cares about the panels, only about who’s getting pounded in which costume next.

This evening, your focus slipped for just a moment in the parking area. A dangerously reckless blonde beauty was driving way too fast. What happened next? She ran you over and left you stuck between life and death as a restless spirit.

Tracking down that blonde’s place wasn’t hard at all, and now you’re ready to make her pay for what she did. And since it’s Halloween, the night of mischief and terror, she’s about to get a taste of her own medicine.

Now, as an ethereal presence, you can manipulate her world in ways she’ll find terrifying and thrilling. Slip through walls, appear and disappear at will, and drive her wild with fear and desire.

Why limit yourself to just haunting?. Turn your ghostly presence into an intoxicating force that pulls her deeper into your realm.

Each haunting moment will etch itself into her memory. Will she surrender to the ghostly allure or fight against the creeping madness?

Step into the shoes of a vengeful spirit on a night where nothing is as it seems. The question is - are you brave enough to begin?. Enjoy the chaos you create and savor every moment of your spectral revenge.

Summer in this game feels like that sticky week in August where everything is boring as hell, you’re scrolling on your phone, refreshing the same three apps, and suddenly you start noticing how your foster mom bends over in the kitchen. It plays right in that lazy suburb vibe: hot air, cheap fan, squeaky floor, and everyone in the house pretending to be normal while their clothes keep getting shorter. You’re the guy stuck in the middle of it, doing fake “quests” to make yourself feel productive while your eyes keep wandering to tits and asses you’re not really supposed to stare at. Of course you stare anyway. The game knows that. It pushes you toward it, slowly, like that first time you hovered too long over someone’s Instagram story, zooming in on the bikini shot.

What I liked is how regular moments get horny for no good reason. You wake up, walk to the kitchen, foster mom is there in a thin tank top with no bra, nipples poking through, and she just “forgets” to notice you’re basically eye-level with her chest when she leans down. The foster sister lounges on the couch in tiny shorts, legs open a bit too much, scrolling TikTok, pretending your gaze doesn’t turn her on. You get small scenes where you “help” her put sunscreen on by the backyard pool and your hand just stays on her ass a little longer, fingers sliding too close, and she shivers and pretends it’s just the wind. The voyeur stuff hits good too: passing by half open doors, catching her taking a selfie in the mirror with her tits pushed together, or seeing foster mom in the shower through fogged glass, hand between her legs, thinking no one is watching. Except you are. You always are. Sometimes the game makes you wait, which is annoying and kind of hot at the same time.

The lewd scenes themselves feel like a teenager’s fever dream that accidentally grew up a little. Handjobs on the couch while the TV is on, her stroking you under a blanket while the sound of some dumb sitcom laughs in the background. Big tits filling the screen when she “teaches” you how to relax, wrapping her fingers around your cock, slow and sloppy, eyes locked on yours like this is just another part of family life. There’s a bit with foster mom bending over to pick something up and if you played smart before, you can step closer, grab her hips from behind, let her feel how hard you are through your shorts. She pretends to resist for half a second, then pushes her ass back into you in this slow, greedy grind. And yeah, the asses here are exactly what the tags promise: big, bouncy, the kind that jiggles when you smack it and keeps jiggling a second too long. Sometimes the pacing drags, sometimes the dialogue feels like it was written by a horny guy who discovered Google Translate, but it sort of matches the messy, not-quite-right vibe of a foster family that suddenly feels way too intimate for comfort. It’s like being trapped in a long, endless, way-too-sexual summer, where every glance is a test and every “innocent” touch can turn into something you absolutely shouldn’t be doing, but do anyway.