Eric is the kind of guy you walk past ten times and never really notice. Quiet, normal, owns a cozy little coffee shop, same playlist every day, shirts that probably came in a pack of three. Then suddenly his life turns into the kind of shit you only see on those late night Patreon posts. One moment he’s cleaning cups, trying not to burn the croissants again, next moment there’s this gorgeous girl leaning over the counter with her tits about to escape from her top, asking about “special blends” in a tone that has nothing to do with coffee. And he thinks it’s just a flirty customer. It’s not. It’s the warm up.

What I like is how slow it pretends to be at first. You get all this teasing, these small moments where a hand lingers too long, a skirt rides up when she sits, someone “accidentally” brushes against his crotch in that tiny storage room that doesn’t even look big enough to fit two people but somehow fits a girl on her knees. There’s one scene early where Eric is closing shop, and one of the girls stays behind. She’s helping wipe the tables, bends over just a bit too far, and you see the curve of that big ass under her skirt. It doesn’t jump straight to fucking, she starts asking him weird questions about “other realms” while she slowly runs her finger around the rim of his coffee cup, and you can feel he’s half confused, half hard as a rock. I wish more games paced the build like this. Except later it just throws subtlety out the window and you’re balls deep in a monster girl on a couch that definitely isn’t health code approved.

Once the non-human side starts showing, it gets fun in this horny, slightly dumb way. There’s the moment one girl reveals she’s not exactly human in the middle of a blowjob. She’s under the table, Eric is trying to keep talking to a customer, and then her tongue suddenly feels a little too long, a little too strong, wrapping around his shaft while she keeps sucking. He’s sweating, trying not to moan, the customer is rambling about milk alternatives, and you just know he’s about to cum in the worst possible timing. Then you see her real form later and think, yeah ok, I’d still fuck that. Some of the bodies are ridiculous in the best porn logic: huge tits that bounce even when they breathe, thick thighs that look like they could crush him if she rides too hard, asses that fill half the screen when she climbs on top. There’s a nice mix of soft romance and “I need your dick right now” energy too. One girl wants slow, deep, almost tender vaginal sex on his bed after a long talk, kissing him and holding his face while she sinks down on him. Another one climbs into his lap in the back room, pulls his cock out, spits on it, and starts grinding like she hasn't seen a man in a century. Sometimes it leans into the emotional stuff, with Eric really trying to understand what these girls are, where they come from, how his quiet little world suddenly got teeth and claws and horny eyes. Then other times it just goes straight to her sitting on his face, using him like a toy, and the “plot” takes a nap. At some point you realize the coffee shop is basically a front for a harem of supernatural trouble, and if you’re anything like me, you keep clicking anyway, pretending you care about lore while actually waiting to see who sucks him off next.

Guy wakes up from a nasty bike crash, his girl is dead, his body is somehow fine, his head is a mess. He thinks: new city, new university, new life, forget everything. Of course it goes to shit immediately. You’re walking into this school full of tight uniforms and way too short skirts, trying to act normal, and the game keeps reminding you that you shouldn’t even be alive. You’re this mix of horny and broken, which is honestly relatable after a long workday when your brain is mush but your dick still loads Chrome by muscle memory. One moment you’re in class pretending to take notes, next moment you’re staring at the teacher’s blouse and the little gap between buttons, then some creepy flicker in the corner of the screen like reality just hiccuped. It plays with that switch a lot: you’re laughing at a dumb joke, then suddenly you remember your dead girlfriend’s voice and the whole scene turns weirdly cold.

The sex stuff hits slow at first. Lots of teasing, legs crossing, girls leaning way too close, that kind of cocky flirting where you’re not sure if they’re into you or just bored. The milf professor who “cares about your trauma” but sits on the desk so you can see the shape of her ass in that tight skirt. A classmate who sends you a “homework question” pic that absolutely is not safe for study group. There’s a scene where you’re stuck in a stairwell during a fire drill, watching a girl change her shirt through this tiny glass window, and you can back out like a decent human or keep watching while she slips off her bra and you see those huge tits bounce, and the game actually reacts to that choice later. Handjob behind the gym after practice, messy blowjob in a parked car while some weird shadow moves in the background like something else is watching both of you. That part hit hard, because you’re trying to focus on her tongue and the little spit strings and instead your brain is like “hey remember your dead girl, remember her throat taking you, remember the blood”. It’s horny and fucked up at the same time and the game doesn’t try to clean it.

The best part and also the most annoying is how often it lets you be an asshole or a softie and both feel wrong. You flirt with this shy girl who clearly has a crush, she’s clumsy, big ass in those tight jeans, and you can push her into stripping for you in some empty classroom. It’s hot, she’s blushing, slowly pulling her panties to her knees, you can see a bit of her wetness catching the light, and your guy still flashes to his ex lying broken on the road. Romantic route tries to happen, but the world keeps glitching, you keep seeing that accident, and sometimes the game hits you with graphic stuff out of nowhere, like a quick shot of torn skin or crushed helmet, just long enough to kill your boner for a second. Talking to the milf in her office about “moving on” turns into her on her knees, stroking you slow, asking if you’re thinking of her or the girl who died, and you almost want to close the tab, but of course you don’t. I wish the pacing wasn’t so jumpy sometimes, like it goes from goofy meme humor in group chat to “oh look, maybe something supernatural wants you dead” in two clicks, but then I’m sitting on public transport with one earbud half in, pretending to read emails, watching a fully animated sex scene where you pin a girl against a dorm wall and fuck her raw while her phone flashlight keeps turning on and off. And in the reflection of the window behind you, there’s something standing there, just looking. You finish anyway.

You start as this young sultan who basically inherited a messy empire, a half-empty harem and a bunch of advisors who care more about their own pockets than your crown. The game doesn’t treat you like some all-powerful god from the first minute, more like a horny newbie with a very big title and not enough experience. You’re juggling money, politics, and a growing collection of very different girls and boys, all with their own hang-ups and kinks. One moment you’re trying to keep the janissaries from revolting, the next you’re deciding if the new redhead slave gets trained as a personal toy or sent to charm some foreign ambassador. That kind of “ok I just wanted to see titties, why am I making trade deals now” feeling is pretty much the core vibe here. The management part sneaks up on you: taxes, buildings, intrigue, and then suddenly you’re halfway through min-maxing your silk routes just to afford another exotic dancer with a ridiculous ass.

The harem stuff isn’t just “collect girl, fuck girl, forget girl”. Some of them fall in love, some just want to serve, some definitely want to own you back. You can be very soft, boyfriend-style romantic with one wife, giving her slow oral in a candlelit bath while she moans and tells you about her fears, and five minutes later you’re in the training room with the leather toys on the wall, collaring a mouthy slave and using her throat like it’s your property. There’s a nice contrast between those quiet bedroom scenes and the louder group events, like that first time you organize a private orgy to celebrate winning a war: half the harem piled on silk cushions, girls sharing your cock, a nobleman watching while his “gift” gets taken from behind right in front of him. Some scenes go into gay content too, which actually fits the court vibe: a loyal guard kneeling, kissing your ring, then your shaft, clearly torn between worship and lust while you decide if he gets promoted or just fucked. There’s cheating drama baked in as well; you can promise one beloved concubine to be “only hers”, then sneak off to have anal fun with the new dancer in the baths, hoping the little spying eunuch doesn’t talk. And of course he talks.

Sex isn’t just a menu choice here; your political choices change who you can touch and how. You want that proud noblewoman with the big tits who keeps insulting you in council? Maybe you crush her family in a tax scandal and she ends up in chains in your private chambers, glaring at you while you finger her wet pussy and tell her exactly what her new job is. Or you go the other way and actually woo her, give her power, and she climbs into your lap by her own will, riding you slow while whispering court secrets. The sandbox structure means you keep stumbling into weird stuff: a lesbian scene where two of your favorites start “training” each other without your order, one licking the other’s ass while they talk shit about your fashion sense; a sudden option to lend a slave to a visiting prince for a night and later decide if you punish her for “enjoying it too much”. A lot of the fun is in those small moments: trying to keep track of who you promised anal to, or realizing that the quiet bookish girl you kept ignoring now runs half your palace because you focused too much on the big tits. It’s messy, horny, and kind of mean sometimes, like real court gossip mixed with porn, and the game doesn’t really care if you try to be a good guy or the kind of sultan who uses every mouth and hole in the building just because he can.

Monet feels like somebody took a regular city, squeezed out all the warmth, and replaced it with glass, chrome and secrets. IRYS throws you in there like you just woke up from a dream you half remember, wearing a cheap suit and an ID badge that says you belong to Deimos. You start as this regular office guy, doing spreadsheets, watching useless meetings on Zoom while pretending to listen, getting coffee that tastes like it was filtered through somebody’s sadness. On the surface it’s that boring corporate life. Then you start noticing small weird things. People know things about you that you never told them. A coworker remembers a night you “spent together” that you’re pretty damn sure never happened. Your boss praises you for a project you have no memory of, and in the same breath hints that you owe him more than just good performance. That’s when the game starts to crawl under your skin a little.

The horny part doesn’t show up like a hentai pop-up. It slips into the routine. You’re in a late-night office review, just you and this colleague with big soft tits almost falling out of her blouse, blue light from the monitor on her skin, both of you talking about quarterly targets like robots. Then there’s a line of dialogue that feels too intimate. She leans in too close. Her hand stays too long on your shoulder. One click and you push her away and keep pretending to be a good boy. Another click and you grab her wrist, pull her into your lap, and suddenly your boring Excel sheet is sharing space with her moans and the sound of your cock sliding into her on the boss’s fancy ergonomic chair. IRYS is like that a lot. It gives you these “professional” masks and waits for you to peel them off. Sex scenes are very physical, animated just enough that when you’re fucking her against the office window or bending her over a lab table, you feel every thrust. Sometimes you are gentle, slow, like she is something you want to protect from this fucked up city. Other times the corruption hits and you use her, hand on her throat, filling her raw and hard while she begs you not to stop, even when the guilt dialogue kicks in afterward and makes you question if those feelings are yours or some Deimos script injected into your brain.

What really got me was how the romance and the sci-fi mess bleed into each other. There is this one scene where you wake up in your small apartment, naked, next to a coworker you definitely did not take home. Her hair is messy, thighs still glistening, your cum leaking out of her, and she looks at you like you have been lovers for months. You check your phone and there are whole chat logs, selfies, dirty pics, little heart emojis, like a full relationship that someone speedran while you were asleep. It feels like the universe glitched and rewrote your fate. As somebody who actually believes in destiny, that hit weird. You start asking: did I really fall for her before and just forgot, or was this romance manufactured in some secret Deimos experiment so they can pull my strings better? Later, when you take her in the back of the office, pressed against a server rack humming with data, her legs wrapped around your waist while you fuck her deep and she whispers that you were “always meant for each other”, you can’t even tell if that’s sweet or just another line of code. The game loves putting you in those moments. You climax inside her during some illegal lab test, alarms faint in the background, and instead of simple post-nut clarity you get this strange dream flash of another timeline where you never joined Deimos and she never existed. IRYS keeps poking: is your dick leading you, or is the company guiding your dick so it can own your heart and your guilt at the same time. I kinda hate that it works so well. I also kinda love it. I’m confused. It fits the city.