Life kicks you in the balls, spits on you a little, then sends you back to your crappy small town with a useless degree and zero plan. That’s where you start here. No epic hero, no chosen one, just a tired guy with no job, cold looks from the people who took him in, and the constant feeling that life is already over before it even got good. Then she shows up. Not in some cute “anime girl trips into your lap” way either. More like “horns, claws, way-too-sultry voice, and eyes that know exactly how much of a loser you are” kind of entrance. She calls herself a goddess. She looks like something your priest would have a stroke over. And she wants you. Not for your charm. For a deal. Your body, your sins, your help… in exchange for a life where you actually get to fuck your way through power, revenge, and very, very unholy romance.

The setup feels like some messed up dating sim smashed into a fantasy cult story. You go from sleeping in a room that smells like old socks to getting pulled into a world where nuns are not exactly pure, monster girls want more than a cuddle, and faith is something moaned, not whispered. You’re free to wander around, poke your nose where it shouldn’t be, slide into people’s lives, then into their beds. One route you’re sweet-talking a strict religious milf who thinks she can “save” you, next moment you’re on your knees between her thighs, hands buried in her big ass while she forgets all about God. Another time you’re dealing with a smug futa with a holy symbol on her chest and a very unholy problem in her pants, watching her ahegao while you stroke her off, half guilty, half addicted. Sometimes it’s soft, like kissing a shy monster girl under the moon, her tentacles wrapping around your legs while she gives you a slow, sloppy blowjob that feels like it takes ages. Sometimes it’s five bodies tangled at once, tits pressed together, tongues crossing, your cock sliding between big breasts while someone else sucks on your toes and another girl rides your face. It jumps from romance to filth so fast your brain just kind of gives up and enjoys the ride.

What makes it fun is how messy it feels. You’re not some confident porn hero. You’re awkward, you say the wrong shit, you pick a choice because you’re horny and suddenly you’re in a threesome you absolutely were not ready for. One moment you’re holding a girl’s hand, promising her something sweet, and the next you’re pinned to an altar with her and her “sister” grinding on you, swapping spit over your mouth, both of them moaning your name like it’s a prayer. There’s lesbian stuff all over the place too, like you walk in on two monster girls going down on each other and instead of the usual “oh no, I’m sorry,” you just quietly sit, watch, and the game lets it play out, full animated tongues and all. Interracial, milfs, futas, holy girls, monster cuties, mobile-friendly enough that you can sneak a quick footjob scene on your phone while pretending to scroll Instagram. Sometimes the pacing is weird and scenes hit you out of nowhere, like you were just trying to grind a bit and suddenly a nun is sucking you off behind the church, drool dripping down your shaft, eyes rolled up like a possessed angel. But honestly, that chaos fits the whole “sold your soul to a horny goddess with an agenda” vibe. It feels less like a clean porn catalog and more like your life went off the rails and landed right in a pile of tits, tentacles, and very bad decisions that feel really, really good.

This one hits different because the main guy is supposed to be a clown, but he literally can’t lie. Not even a tiny white one. So you’re walking around this fucked up city that worships fake smiles and cheap jokes, and every time you open your mouth, you just drop brutal honesty like a sledgehammer. People ask if their ass looks big and he’s like, “Yeah, it does, and it’s distracting in a good way,” and suddenly the whole scene goes sideways. The comedy isn’t just there for memes, it actually drives the porn. Half the lewd moments start because you said something too real, too sharp, and someone decides to punish you or reward you for it. It’s like watching a stand-up show that slowly mutates into a hentai, but the punchlines are basically social suicide. You’ve got this harem orbit forming around a dude who’s bad at pretending, which is kind of hilarious because every other game in this genre is about smooth talk and here you’re just blurting out the raw shit no normal person would admit.

The women are ridiculous in the best, trashy way. Big tits that look like they’re about to punch gravity in the face, asses so huge you start wondering about back pain, monster girls that belong in someone’s cursed browser history. There’s this one monster girl scene where she asks if you’re scared of her claws and instead of doing the usual “wow you’re so beautiful” routine, he tells her she looks like a horny nightmare from a hentai subreddit. She goes quiet for a second, blushes, then climbs on top of him with this “oh, you think that’s scary?” vibe and suddenly you’re watching her ride him like she’s trying to erase reality. Simple choices like “tell the nice lie” or “tell the ugly truth” keep turning into either humiliation, rough affection, or masturbation scenes where he’s just furiously jerking off while overthinking everything he said that day. I actually hated how often the game makes you click through his internal monologue in those jerk-off scenes, but then I kinda liked it because it feels like watching a clown take the makeup off while still stroking his dick. The pacing’s weird too, like eating a cake that keeps switching between chocolate and chili without warning, but when it hits a good stretch of comedy with sex right behind it, it absolutely works. Some of the parody gags feel like they’re trying too hard, like that one bit that’s clearly riffing on superhero movies and drags a little, yet a few minutes later there’s a romance moment where a girl with a massive ass sits on his lap, asks him what he really thinks of her, and you pick the blunt answer. She stares, cheeks go red, then quietly grinds on him until you both forget there was ever a joke in the scene to begin with.

There is this cat girl in college who honestly feels like she’s born under some weird star. You start with her just trying to be normal student, go to lectures, maybe pass exams, but very fast it turns into “how horny can internet be today” situation. Instacat is everywhere here, it feels like that cursed app on your phone that you know is bad for mental health but still open every five minutes. Every choice you make for her, you feel this mix of “I want her to find true love” and “yeah ok post that thirsty selfie in the dorm bathroom with the towel almost falling off.” The game lets you lean into both. One moment she’s shy, ears low, tail nervous, trying to talk to that one cute classmate in the cafeteria. Next moment she’s grinding in some party, her crop top sliding up, nipples kinda poking through, everyone filming, and you are staring at the option like: do I lean into the scandal, or save her reputation a bit. I told myself I’d protect her. I did not protect her at all.

What I really liked is how small choices snowball into horny chaos. You say yes to a “study session” with this flirty cheerleader cat girl and then suddenly you have her on your lap, licking your neck, purring in your ear, hands creeping inside your shorts, while textbooks are just sitting there like decoration. Then you later see the Instacat story of that night and realize some other character saw it too, and future scenes change, more jealous text messages, more late night calls, more “come to my room, we need to talk” that never stays only talking. There are proper sweet moments hidden inside all the filth, like when you comfort another girl who crashed hard from a scandal, hugging in her dorm bed, tail wrapping your waist, kiss starting soft then turning into that slow, breathy grind under the sheets, underwear pushed aside, bodies very close and sticky, with this feeling like you are not just hooking up, you are choosing her. It feels fated sometimes, like “ok, this route is the one the universe wanted” even if you arrived there by being a total horny disaster. The game makes you laugh at stupid memes, then two clicks later you’re watching your cat girl ride someone on a desk in an empty classroom, skirt bunched at her hips, claws digging into shoulders, moaning loud enough that if destiny is real, it is definitely a pervert.

There is this strange, heavy feeling when the game opens, like walking back into an old porn folder you forgot, but someone has replaced all cheap hentai with something that actually stares back at you. You are this ancient thing, Iraáil, a vampire god-thing, whatever, but tired as fuck. Not the sexy edgy teen vampire tired, more like “I’ve seen too much blood and too much bad sex and I’m bored of both” tired. The game sits you in that mood right away. You’re not chasing girls in school uniforms, you’re walking into the ruins of your own family, and everyone in it either wants to fuck you, kill you, or cry when they see you, sometimes all three in same scene. The writing leans hard into that mix of horny and awful. One moment you are licking blood off someone’s throat while their lover watches and shakes, half terrified, half desperate to be next, and the text lingers on the taste, the smell, the way their body softens under you. Then, in the next line, it hits you with “this is your child’s descendant” and suddenly your dick and your conscience are in the same small coffin.

What got me is how the erotic scenes never feel like they are in a separate folder from the rest. You make a small choice, like putting a hand on a shoulder instead of around the throat, and three scenes later someone is either on their knees for you, or sobbing and calling you a monster while still grinding against your leg. The game keeps score in this weird fear and love way, but it never throws a big popup, it just quietly warps how people look at you. There was this one moment where I chose to be “gentle” with a worshiper in a temple, just to see what the soft option looks like. It still ended in cum and blood on the floor, but the whole vibe flipped. Instead of them begging you to hurt them more, they were whispering that they missed you, like some fucked up immortal ex, and I actually paused, alt tabbed to Spotify, changed the playlist, came back and just stared at the text like “why am I sad with my pants down.” And the horror parts, they are not jumpscares, more like that slow “oh, I really did those things, huh” realization. When your progeny strips for you, showing bite marks you gave generations ago like holy scars, it’s hot in that dirty, stomach twisting way. You want to click further, you also want to close the browser and go touch grass. But you don’t. You pretend you will be kinder this time, then pick the cruel dialogue anyway, just to see how deep the rabbit hole of this fucked up immortal soap opera goes. The game remembers. The characters remember. Their bodies remember you most of all.