This one feels like somebody took a messy crime drama, smashed it into a horny monster-boy VN, then forgot to sand the edges, and honestly that kinda works. You play this bottom-tier yakuza loser who keeps fucking up, the kind of guy who probably gets lost using Google Maps, and in pure panic he calls up a demon. Not some cute imp either, but Ambrosilas, this tall murder genie bastard with horns, claws, and the kind of body that looks like “gym is my religion and also I kill people.” He has this very clear rule set: you give him evil people to slaughter, or he slaughters you instead. Super simple. You immediately screw it up of course, because your target turns out to be... not that bad. And then it becomes this slow car crash where you flirt with the thing that could rip your spine out, while trying not to accidentally send him after someone who just litters too much or something.

What I like is how the game keeps sliding between stupidly funny and surprisingly sweet without ever really warning you. One minute your guy is shitting himself because Ambrosilas is casually talking about ripping organs out, next minute he’s like “ok but do you think my ass looks good in this” and the demon actually answers. There’s a sex scene where you end up with your face shoved in the sheets while this huge demon dick pushes in, and in the middle of it he’s calmly interrogating you about why you joined the yakuza, like it’s a therapy session that happens to include anal. The writing sometimes feels like fanfic written at school on a phone, then you hit a line where Ambrosilas gets genuinely offended that you think he can’t be romantic, and suddenly you’re weirdly invested. Also there’s this tiny pointless choice about what snack you buy at a convenience store that never really pays off and it annoyed me way more than the actual death threats. I keep wondering why they let me pick it if nobody was gonna comment that I bought the worst chips. But whatever. When the demon pins you against a filthy wall and growls in your ear about how “filthy humans like you only deserve pain, unless you beg better,” your brain just short-circuits. The yaoi stuff hits hard too, especially when the MC starts realizing he’s not just scared, he’s turned on by the claws on his throat, and he keeps trying to joke his way out of it like that makes it less gay. It doesn’t. And then the romance creeps in from the side, half hidden under threats and black humor, like when Ambrosilas grumbles that you’re an annoying criminal but still shields you with his body from another monster, like some fucked up demon boyfriend you absolutely should not introduce on Discord. It’s chaotic, horny, sometimes clumsy, sometimes oddly gentle, and it all kind of fits this idiot criminal falling for a murder genie who really, really enjoys rearranging people’s insides.

New semester, new city, new life, right? Except Tokyo in this game feels like it woke up horny and slightly cursed at the same time. You arrive as this pretty normal college guy, bags still half unpacked, already distracted by legs in short skirts on the train and neon lights outside, and then weird shit starts happening. News talks about strange incidents, people whisper, the air feels a bit off, and out of nowhere this mysterious girl shows up in front of you like some kind of fantasy glitch in reality. She looks like trouble and salvation mixed together, and of course your dick is the first part of you that wants to trust her. Classic. From that point, it’s less about classes and more about how many girls end up in your bed, on their knees, or under you, while the city quietly goes insane in the background.

The whole thing plays in this third person world but constantly feels like POV when the sex starts. Camera goes right up close when she’s sucking you, tongue sliding over the tip, hand working your shaft, cheeks hollowing, spit shining everything. Then it shifts, and suddenly your view is basically her eyes rolling back while you push deep inside her, hips slapping, skin shining with sweat. The 3D style here is actually weirdly expressive. Not “realistic” in that creepy plastic way, more like someone really liked watching porn in slow motion and decided to make a game out of those frames. Tits bounce properly when you fuck them from below, bellies tense when you shove all the way in and stay there, and when you pull out to have that messy creampie drip out, it looks... sticky enough that you kinda want to pause and stare. I caught myself doing that too long once, forgot what button I was supposed to press next. Not proud, but also yes, a little proud.

What I like is how the harem side sort of grows around you without feeling like a checklist. You go from awkward “hi, I’m new here” chats to having girls in your tiny Tokyo room, panties half off, trying to keep their moans quiet because the walls are thin and the neighbor probably already hates you. One moment you’re talking about homework, next moment she’s on your lap, grinding on your cock through your pants, whispering that she shouldn’t be doing this and then doing exactly that. Vaginal scenes have this nice rhythm, not just quick pump, fade to black. You can see their faces shift from shy to needy to that fucked dumb look that never gets old. Oral is lovingly animated too, which tells me the dev has their priorities right, even if the sandbox parts feel a little clunky sometimes and the navigation through Tokyo areas is like using Google Maps drunk. Also, romance is here, surprisingly soft at times: hand-holding on a bridge at night, girl leaning on your shoulder, then five minutes later you’re pushing her against the railing and filling her up while the city lights blink behind her. It doesn’t always make sense, some side events feel random, and I swear one of the “mysterious incidents” is basically just an excuse to show a girl in torn clothes, but honestly? When a fantasy setting gives you a warm, wet pussy wrapped around you and a choice to stay in or pull out and paint her stomach, logic becomes a little optional. Tokyo can fall apart, as long as she keeps whispering your name when you empty yourself deep inside her.

You arrive at this quiet little island full of monks expecting bored chanting, cold stone floors and a lot of “yes, Father, no, Father”. Instead, the first thing that hits you is how every single guy here looks like he escaped from a thirst trap Twitter thread. Big shoulders, heavy robes that don’t hide much, soft voices that sound polite but keep slipping into something way too intimate. They call each other “Brother” and it somehow sounds filthier than if they just said “hey dude”. It’s a priory, sure. But it’s also basically a horny pressure cooker in a fancy library.

On paper you’re just a new scribe, helping build some grand magical tome together, copying runes, learning the rules, trying not to set anything on fire. In reality you’re stuck in this weird fantasy monastery where every study session threatens to turn into something you really shouldn’t be doing next to sacred candles. That quiet, awkward guy who corrects your grammar in the margin? Watch him loosen his collar and suddenly he’s pressing you against the bookshelf, whispering how “the Sisters are always watching” while his hand goes lower anyway. The arrogant prodigy who acts like he knows every spell already? He’s the one who blushes the hardest when you decide to test how much focus he really has during a late night “review”. A simple choice like staying behind to help clean the scriptorium can spiral into a slow burn moment where you’re both standing too close, fingers brushing over the same page, and nobody steps back. Or sometimes it’s not slow at all. Sometimes it’s rough breaths in the dark corner, robes pushed aside, ink still drying on your hands while he grinds against you like he’s been waiting months.

The whole thing plays out like this gay fantasy drama where magic research, religious duty and raw physical need keep crashing into each other. People argue about spell theory in the morning and then end up panting into each other’s necks at night, swearing it was a one time mistake, obviously not happening again, until it does. You get pulled into mysteries about what the priory is really doing, where the powers come from, why some of the Brothers wake up shaking from dreams they refuse to describe, while you’re still trying to decide whose bed you actually want to sneak into. Some scenes are slow and romantic, bodies pressed together while candlelight flickers and one of them admits he’s terrified of losing you. Others are downright filthy, with your back hitting old stone, your robe rucked up around your waist and a big, desperate monk rutting into you like confession is just a suggestion. And it never feels like cheap porn pasted on top of story; the sex grows straight out of all that tension you’ve been building with these guys, one choice at a time, until resisting them just doesn’t make sense anymore.