You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.

This Harry Potter trainer thing caught me off guard because honestly who the fuck thought "hey let's make Severus Snape hot with tits"? But here we are and I'm not complaining. The whole premise is you're training Hermione and apparently other characters into your personal harem which sounds basic as hell until you realize they actually went and gender-swapped Snape into this busty professor type. That's some galaxy brain shit right there. The training mechanics feel pretty standard - you know, click here to increase obedience, click there to make them more slutty, the usual sandbox stuff. But something about seeing Hermione's massive tits bounce while she's learning "lessons" hits different than your typical trainer game.

The AI-generated art is... well it exists. Sometimes Hermione looks like she stepped out of a Renaissance painting and other times she looks like someone fed a neural network nothing but hentai for six months. The inconsistency is honestly part of the charm though? Like one scene she's got these perfect DD cups and the next they're somehow even bigger and defying several laws of physics. Female Snape is where things get really wild - they kept the dark aesthetic but slapped some serious curves on that character model. I spent way too much time just staring at that transformation wondering if this is what peak degeneracy looks like.

Content-wise there's barely anything here yet since it's early development, which is frustrating as fuck when you're trying to actually get to the good stuff. You can do some basic training scenarios and watch the corruption stats go up but don't expect any real payoff scenes. The sandbox elements work fine but feel pretty empty without more content to explore. Still, there's something addictive about slowly turning the know-it-all bookworm into your personal fucktoy, even if the current build only lets you get like 10% of the way there before hitting content walls.

New Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher walks into Hogwarts and nobody is ready for what you actually want to “teach”. The school looks normal on the surface, the usual house rivalry, flying brooms, dumb rules about curfew and behavior. But under that, you get this slow, dirty slide where the girls start breaking rules just to get sent to your office. It begins pretty soft, like a regular school sim with a bit of flirting. Then at some point you realize you are basically running your own private corruption project inside Hogwarts and nobody is stopping you. It feels wrong in exactly the way people come to these sites for, and the game knows that very well.

The first time you drag a student into your office for “punishment”, the tone shifts hard. There is this click, when the button goes from normal teacher choice to “bend over my desk” and you just know the story is not going back to innocent territory. Spanking is not just slapped on as a fetish, it actually becomes a language in the game. Ginny acting all fiery and proud until you make her count every hit. Hermione coming in full of rules and books, convinced she can talk her way out, then realizing that every answer that annoys you just means more hits across her ass. That moment when you see her flinch, then slowly start to breathe heavier, and the game lets you push that line from discipline into something she is clearly not supposed to enjoy. It almost feels goofy at times, like some fanfic that went too far after midnight, but then one little text line lands and it suddenly turns really hot again. I hated that I liked it, and honestly I loved that I hated it.

Nothing in the game is really polished. Menus are a bit clunky, pacing sometimes weird, and one event made me click back and forth like an idiot in Chrome because I thought I broke it. But the rough edges sort of make it feel like some forbidden project hidden on a random hard drive, not a shiny Steam thing. One moment you are trying to raise affection, next moment you are trading their dignity for house points like it is the most normal thing in the world. Romance is there too, in this twisted way, especially with Hermione. She does not just flip from pure to slut in one scene; you grind her down slowly, scene by scene, choice by choice, until she starts asking what kind of “extra lessons” you want. Then Bellatrix shows up with her crazy energy and the whole mood shifts again, like the corruption from the school leaks out into something darker and more dangerous. It is messy, horny, unfair, sometimes surprisingly sweet, sometimes just straight up cruel. The story keeps dangling that idea that you are the responsible adult here, while handing you every tool to be anything but.

Uni feels like someone took every messy fantasy I never admit on Tinder chats, threw it into a city, then told a slightly confused girl to just deal with it. You’re in her shoes, this “good” student in a school uniform that is way too tight to be realistic, stuck in a city where everyone wants something from her. Teachers stare too long, classmates test her limits, random creeps on the train “accidentally” brush her ass and you get that little menu in your head: ignore, flirt, let it go further, turn it into blackmail material. It’s like playing your own corruption arc, where sometimes you mean to keep her pure and then you click the wrong thing on your phone half asleep and suddenly she is on a slutty path, doing handjobs for “pocket money” behind a bar and pretending she is fine with it.

What I liked is how normal it starts. Wake up, check the phone, go to school, get harassed in the hallway because of course some guy corners her near the lockers, and you have that moment of “push him away” or “let him grope a little to get info.” Then later that same girl is on the same hallway, boobs practically falling out after you chose a more daring outfit, and other girls are eyeing her like they want to own her. The female domination stuff hits harder than I thought. There is this scene where a more mature girl basically toys with her in the bathroom, fingering her until she is shaking, then just leaves her there dripping and late for class, and you can’t tell if she hates it or if her body is just betraying her. And then later the same MC goes and uses her feet on some loser she met through that trashy dating app in-game, like she learned it from somewhere. On my phone, by the way, on the bus, pretending I read emails while she gives a sloppy blowjob in a dark alley to avoid paying for something. I’m there like, yeah, same, I also sell my dignity for discounts, just not with my mouth.

There is a kind of cruel humor in how the game treats “virgin” status. You try to keep her untouched, play her like a serious student, picking the safe jobs, staying away from the bar shifts, and then the voyeur events just keep showing up. Some dude records her stripping for a dare, another route has a teacher taking pictures under the desk, and you know these will be used for blackmail later. You kind of feel it in your stomach when she is forced to do group stuff just to keep things quiet. One of my runs turned into full prostitution without me actually going “ok, now she is a hooker,” it was just a bunch of small “fine, just this once” choices. Late shift at a sleazy club, some guy grabs her tits, she doesn’t complain because she needs the money, then the manager offers extra cash if she goes to the backroom and “takes care” of a client with her mouth. Then you’re juggling schedule like some sick management sim: school in the morning, part time work, then at night she’s on a couch with two older women and one dude, tongue between thighs while someone is filming on their phone, and her thoughts are all confused. Sometimes she likes being watched, sometimes she panics. The NTR flavor sneaks in too, with her dating some poor shy guy, then cheating on him in a toilet stall at a party, moaning louder because people in the line can hear. Or she ends up being used by his friend while he is in the next room. I kept thinking “why am I doing this to her” while still pushing the more extreme buttons. The whole thing feels dirty in a way that sticks, like closing Pornhub and your screen reflection looks back at you and you go “ok, I’m the problem.” Except here the city is the problem. Or the girl is. Or it’s just me tapping the wrong choice on purpose. Hard to say.