Ayumi looks like that quiet girl on the bus you lowkey stare at and then pretend you didn’t, except here she’s a witch, futa, and basically public enemy number one. The whole thing starts with her already in deep shit, hiding in this creepy forest and trying not to get caught and burned, and I like that the game doesn’t baby you with long lore, it just throws you in the middle of her mess. One second you’re checking the trees for monsters, next second some huge-ass busty monster girl with claws is pinning you against a rock and sniffing you like you’re dinner and sex toy at same time. It’s survival but in a really horny, soft-brutal way. You’re trying to keep Ayumi alive, yeah, but also there’s this sick curiosity, like, ok, what happens if I actually lose here? And the game absolutely answers that. Sometimes too well. I opened this in another tab while pretending to type in Excel and instantly regretted not having a second monitor because the first corruption scene is way too obvious if someone walks by.

What caught me off guard is how Ayumi’s whole futa thing is treated. It’s just there. People care way more that she’s a witch than about the big cock between her legs. You get these scenes where she’s shaking from fear while some angry milf inquisitor is threatening to hurt her, and yeah, it’s intense, but at the same time you catch Ayumi getting turned on by it and you’re like girl, same, but also what the hell. There’s a corruption bar that keeps creeping up every time you let someone use her, or she masturbates when she should be hiding, or you pick the flirty option when a monster girl clearly wants to break her. I liked teasing the hell out of a certain tall, smug knight woman, having Ayumi act submissive and clingy in the dialogues, then flipping on a later route and watching Ayumi shove her against a wall and fuck her like some desperate pervert who finally snapped. The harem side grows kind of naturally, too. You start with one “ally” who is basically manipulating her, then suddenly you realize you’re half roleplaying a romance thread, half grooming your own yandere energy. I had Ayumi obsess hard on this one witch hunter with big ass and cruel smile, visiting her in scenes even when it was a bad idea, just because I wanted to see what new way she’d humiliate Ayumi this time.

The sandbox stuff is messy but in a way I kinda like. You wake up in camp, or a ruined church, or some weird forest shrine, and you decide if Ayumi goes gather herbs, sneak into town where everyone hates witches, or “check on” some girl she’s fixated on. I spent way too long just having her stalk the same milf innkeeper, watching the slow shift from awkward virgin energy to straight up sexual harassment. You talk to her, get gently rejected, then come back corrupted a bit more and suddenly your dialogue choices tilt into creepy, touching her hand too long, sniffing, staring at her cleavage, and the game doesn’t stop you. It punishes you later, kind of, but not enough to make you stop. One moment that stuck with me: Ayumi hiding behind barrels, watching two women in the bath, clearly lovers, and you can choose if she just watches and masturbates quietly or uses magic to “nudge” them, make them more rough, more needy, like she’s directing her own porn. I went full perv with the mind screw, and later when she actually meets one of them face to face, the girl acts different, broken in a subtle way, and Ayumi smiles this tiny fucked up smile. It’s hot and also a bit sick. I wish the game let Ayumi go full obsessive yandere faster, but maybe it’s better it teases it slow. If you play, don’t rush the main plot. Linger on the small scenes, the teasing, the failed escapes, the awkward handjobs given in exchange for “protection” that never really protects anything. Always push Ayumi a bit further than you think is safe. That’s where the good shit happens.

Moonlight throws you into this dirty, glossy future where everyone pretends they’re happy because their brain is on a leash. Neural implants drip little shots of pleasure in your head while an app rents out your meat-suit to whatever corpo wants a warm body. It sounds ridiculous but it feels… too close. You’re this burnt-out detective with more regrets than friends, poking around a death that smells like murder but is written up as “unfortunate malfunction”. Classic. Except here the corpse has an implant history that doesn’t add up, a porn subscription tied to a dead identity, and an ex who cries like she’s rehearsed but still clutches his jacket like a real widow. The game keeps you in that sweet spot where you’re never sure if people are lying or if the tech is lying for them. Also there is so much teasing it’s almost rude. One moment you’re going through encrypted chat logs, next moment a milf corporate handler is leaning over your shoulder, blouse half open, casually asking whether you’ve ever tried orgasm lock with a neural override. The flirting keeps cutting through the bleakness in a way that feels very queer to me, like everyone is using horniness as armor. I relate too much probably.

Sex scenes don’t come flying at you every two clicks, they crawl up slowly, like bad decisions at a bar. You talk, you joke, you push someone too hard in an interrogation, they push back, things snap. I had one scene where I was questioning this older lab tech, soft belly, tired eyes, very “I have seen some shit”. We start arguing about consent when your body is on remote control, and suddenly she’s grabbing the collar of your coat, pressing you against a sterile glass wall, telling you she wants to feel a real tongue, not a programmed rhythm. The game lets you decide if you go down on her right there among the humming machines while security cameras pretend to sleep, or if you pull away and keep playing the noble asshole. The animation sells it in a very unpolished way; sometimes the lips clip a bit or the angles look too porn-hub, but honestly it kind of fits. It feels like underground smut recorded in a shitty rented apartment, not some corpo-funded sex sim. There’s blood too, real rough stuff. One route turned into a total mess when the guy I was tailing got his implant fried right in front of me, smoke out of his nose, body twitching on the ground while my character is still half hard from a blowjob in the alley five minutes before. It’s uncomfortable and hot and confusing, and the writing never stops to hold your hand and tell you how to feel. Queer vibe shows up more in the edges than in labels: guys checking you out in clubs, women in sharp suits who don’t care what’s in your pants as long as you can keep up, trauma and desire tangled together. Some romance paths clearly want you to think they’re soft and wholesome, then they will turn around and ask you to choke them while they’re jacked into a virtual beach. And I swear the text messages you get on your in-game phone remind me of my ex who used to sext from the metro, like there is this messy, non-perfect English in some lines that actually hits very close to home for me as a non native speaker. Nothing feels translated for a straight American audience, just tossed at you to deal with. It’s horny, fucked up, a bit clunky, and somehow that makes it more honest.

Leon is the kind of guy who pretends shit’s normal while his whole life is quietly horny and fucked up in the background. He’s living with his godmother’s family, acting like it’s all wholesome, but every time she bends over in those tight pants or sits too close on the couch, the game makes sure you feel that knife-twisting mix of guilt and “yeah, I’d still do it.” It’s not loud about it. You’re just clicking through another morning scene, fake-slice-of-life vibe, and suddenly your hand “accidentally” brushes her ass in the hallway. There’s a freeze-frame moment, a tiny little twitch in her face, and then everyone pretends nothing happened. That’s the tone here: quiet, slow-burn corruption, like you’re boiling in your own dirty thoughts and nobody opens the window. The game doesn’t rush to throw panties at your face. You get teasing looks at breakfast, her shirt just a bit too open, thighs a bit too visible when she sits at the table, and Leon’s internal monologue is this mix of denial and hunger that feels way too familiar if you’ve ever stared at an older woman and thought “I really shouldn’t be thinking this” while still staring anyway. It’s not subtle, but it also kind of is, which is what makes it hit harder than the usual “everyone’s naked in five minutes” trash.

Then it goes and adds a boxing angle like it’s a sports anime that got drunk and fell into Pornhub. One moment you’re watching his godmother’s tits subtly bounce under a tank top while she nags him about his future, next moment dude’s in a ring, getting his face rocked while some stacked milf and a feisty younger girl both watch from the sidelines like they’re already arguing over who gets to ride him first. The training scenes are stupidly good for tension: sweat, bruises, close contact, then you go home and the real fight starts, but it’s in the kitchen, with a “harmless” hug from behind that lasts a bit too long, or her pressing her chest into his arm when she pours him coffee. There’s groping that isn’t called groping, hand “placement” that’s too low to be innocent, and a blowjob scene that feels like the dev paused Pornhub mid-clip and tried to paint over it with “emotions.” You get romance, sure, but it’s the fucked kind, the cheating-adjacent, “I want you but I’m not supposed to” flavor, especially when other women start orbiting him and you realize he’s basically building a harem out of bad decisions. The drama pops up hard in these little arguments where someone gets jealous over something tiny, like a glance or a throwaway line, then ten minutes later you’re in an animated scene with wet sounds in your headphones, stroking to a woman who might call you “family” with her mouth and something else with her body. It uses AI art in a way that sometimes looks weird if you stare too long at fingers, but when her lips wrap around him and her eyes look up with that broken mix of lust and regret, you kinda stop caring. This thing feels like watching a slow car crash made of tits, sweat and bad moral choices, and yeah, I kept clicking.

Guy wakes up in a house full of walking trouble: a stacked “aunt” who definitely doesn’t act like an aunt, a pair of twins that share way too much, and everyone keeps pretending this is a normal family situation. It almost feels wholesome for like five minutes. Breakfast, small talk, a bit of school drama, some chores. Then the day snaps back like a broken save file and you are right back in your bedroom with the same morning wood, the same moves to repeat, and suddenly every tiny choice you make starts looking like the setup for something filthy. You see how your “sister” bends over when she cleans, how the milf leans down when she checks your homework, how one twin bites her lip when you sit too close during some shitty TV show. At first you just click around like a normal point and click nerd, but slowly the game trains you to look at every object, every door crack, as potential voyeur moment.

The loop gives you permission to be bold. Mess up a date at school? Who cares, it resets. Touch her thigh during a movie, get slapped, reload. Next time you wait until she is sleepy and her head is on your shoulder, and the hand just “stays there” a little longer. You walk into the bathroom “by accident” more often, catch big tits bouncing in the shower, watch her finger herself and do nothing, then reload and decide this time you knock, play the sweet guy, and later ask for “help” with your own frustration. It goes from shy handjob under the blanket to her tits squeezed tight around your cock while she whispers that it is wrong, but her mouth says something completely different. The school side of it is like a playground too: bored classmates who turn into dates, blowjob in some empty room, the classic romance path that somehow still ends with anal on a desk right next to homework notes. You flirt, fail, redo, and suddenly you are juggling a jealous girl from class, a hungry milf at home, and twins that keep asking if you like one of them more.

And the game is dirty in all the ways you secretly expect from this kind of setting but still grin when it actually goes there. You can stand by the bedroom door at night and watch someone masturbate, just breathing quietly while 3DCG thighs rub together, toys slide in, her voice doing that little half-cry moan that sounds too real. Or you say screw it and slip under the blanket when she is half asleep, let your hands wander her body while she mumbles your name and pretends to stay unconscious. Feet on your cock one loop, her ass pressed against you “by accident” the next, then she shows up in some half-assed cosplay outfit you hinted at during a previous run and suddenly you are fucking her in stockings, cum all over that ridiculous costume. Vaginal, anal, titfuck, messy blowjob where she chokes and keeps going, twins sandwiching you like some porn hub fever dream; the loop means you can be the soft romantic guy one day and a selfish, cheating bastard the next, testing how far ntr vibes and secret hookups can push this fake family until everything is twisted. It is trashy, horny, kind of sweet in weird moments, and you will probably tell yourself “one more loop” while opening the same bedroom door again just to see who is touching themselves this time.