City like this always feels a bit horny and a bit dangerous at the same time. You start as this broke delivery guy, running boring routes, talking shit to yourself in the dark streets, wondering if rent or your sanity dies first. Then one very wrong encounter later, your throat is open, everything goes black, and when you wake up you’re a vampire with a hard-on and a second life you didn’t ask for. It’s not some sparkly teenage drama either. People bleed. Heads crack. The game doesn’t fade to black when someone gets ripped apart, it actually shows you. And in the middle of that mess you’re trying to figure out if you want to be the tragic romance type or just a complete bastard corrupting every girl who crosses your path. One moment you’re having a semi-sweet talk with a shy “good girl” virgin who trusts you because you saved her from some creep, next moment you’re pushing her down on a stained mattress, finger in her ass, making her choke on your cock and calling that “training”. The writing really leans into that: one path lets you act like a protective love interest, the other like a walking red flag with fangs. Both feel right for a vampire, honestly.

What makes it fun is that it’s not only click through text and watch boobs bounce. You wander the city like in a small adventure game, poking into alleys, shops, shady clubs, even some weird paranormal spots. You pick jobs, take quests, grind stats, unlock new powers. Get stronger, get richer, get more dangerous. Superpowers and corruption go hand in hand: you charm a milf long enough and suddenly she’s begging to be your personal blood bank, legs wide open while you decide if you want to cum in her pussy or in her ass. Some scenes start almost wholesome, like you just giving a massage, a bit of teasing, a slow handjob. Then toys appear. Vibrators, plugs, collars. You pull her hair, make her ride you until there is a sloppy creampie dripping down her thighs, and she thanks you like it’s a religious experience. There is this nice whiplash between male domination and female domination too. You think you’re in control, then an older vampire girl puts a heel on your chest, jerks you off nice and slow, stops right before you cum and tells you exactly whose pet you are now. The incest angle is handled in that porn logic way: everyone acts like they know it’s taboo but they just keep going, touching, groping, “accidentally” walking in during masturbation, turning family drama into porn logic romance. And yeah, there is prostitution, actual street girls, deals for blood and sex, sometimes both at once. Some routes let you keep things romantic, soft kisses, gentle vaginal sex, cuddling after. Others push you into being a complete pervert, using mind control to turn a decent woman into a cock drunk toy who offers anal just because you smiled at her. It’s messy and a bit trashy and also kind of addicting, like watching late night anime that suddenly went full hentai without telling anyone.

The first thing I noticed was how slow it loads in Chrome compared to Firefox, which is weird, because other VN players always recommend Chrome. But after waiting through that blank white flicker, the title just appears, no fancy menu, and it sort of fits - like someone coded the whole thing in one long night with half a plan and a hard-on. The writing swings between absurdly corny dialogue and tense, breathy pauses that actually made me lean forward. Erza’s route hit harder than I expected; the engine stutters a bit when the transition hits from teasing to naked skin, as if the code itself got flustered. At one point Mirajane just stares at the camera, half-undressed, saying nothing, and it’s unsettling but kind of erotic? My mouse double clicked because I didn’t know whether to keep going or stop and breathe.

There’s too much sound compression, though - headphones exaggerate that low moan into something that buzzes in your skull. I liked the way the text box shakes when you make a rougher choice; you can practically feel the humiliation radiate off the screen, and maybe I’m reading too much into it, but that’s the first time I’ve ever felt genuine shame synced with a save file. The whole guild concept keeps drifting around, promising missions, quests, whatever, but it really just becomes an excuse for swapping scenes of control and surrender, of bodies framed like code samples gone wrong. I wanted to click “Settings” to adjust volume, but instead stumbled into an exhibitionism scene that started before I could move. And it’s messy, nerve-pinching messy - some sprite layer got stuck, half-transparent, hovering over Lucy’s face mid-fellatio, and for once, the glitch worked. Like voyeurism baked into the source.

Mobile version? Don’t even bother - touch controls feel like punishment. Still, there’s something raw in how it refuses to clean itself up. It’s not the kind of polish you expect. It’s more like intimacy leaking through bad optimization. Or maybe that’s me making excuses. I tried capturing a screenshot for a forum thread, but my phone overheated, and now whenever I unlock the screen, I swear I still see Mirajane’s smirk fading into white.

It’s ridiculous, really - Fry crash-lands among yellow people and the first thing I notice is how the lighting in Moe’s bar makes everyone look like melted butter. That’s not a complaint, by the way, it’s kinda hot. The game starts off pretending to care about Fry’s “mission” or whatever, but everyone knows it’s about catching those awkward glances through half-open doors. You know that guilty thrill when you’re watching something you shouldn’t but can’t stop anyway? That’s the whole mood. I spent too long peeking at Marge cleaning up with that slow, bored face, and boom - there’s a toy lying around that definitely isn’t for cleaning. Then Homer walks in and I swear he stares at it like it owes him money. Anyway. The humor is nasty in a way I didn’t expect: cheap but confident, like it *knows* you’re gonna laugh right before doing something pervy.

It tricks you with “rpg” talk but it’s less about grinding stats and more about grinding, well, you know. One second I’m fiddling with an inventory full of… creative gadgets, next I’m accidentally triggering a voyeur sequence with Shauna and it’s both funny and embarrassingly detailed. The sort of scene you’d alt-tab from if anyone walked by, but also the one you’d think about while pretending to scroll Instagram later. What gets me is how Fry reacts; he’s equal parts idiot and horny philosopher, muttering about destiny while fumbling with something that buzzes. It’s peak absurdity, but somehow it fits this crossover chaos between Futurama and Springfield.

I keep telling myself the “writing” is what I like - the dumb jokes about quantum teleportation and Meg Griffin’s cameo that somehow spirals into a weird morality lesson (don’t ask what kind) - but nah, I’m lying to myself. It’s messy, dumb, sometimes too self-aware, but I don’t stop playing. The sandbox setup means half the fun is doing things out of order just to watch characters react like they remember last night’s mistakes. Sometimes they even mention you. That’s the part that kinda freaked me out. Maybe that’s the point: voyeurism isn’t about watching - it’s about getting caught.

Your grandparents vanish off the face of the earth, everyone acts like they’re dead, and the whole town just kind of… moves on. Years later you roll back in, phone in your pocket, brain full of horny thoughts you really shouldn’t have while asking people about missing old folks. It starts quiet. A simple mobile-style interface, tapping around like you’re just checking Instagram, but each location you poke has a little secret. A window left half open. A shower running too long. A MILF neighbor “too friendly” who somehow knows way more about your grandparents than she should, but instead you’re watching her bend over, thinking with your dick and not your head. Classic.

It tries to be a mystery first, and somehow still rubs your face in sex every few minutes. You follow clues like a point and click, only instead of boring keys and doors, you catch a girl masturbating with a toy on her couch because you checked the wrong camera at the right time. Or the right camera at the wrong time, depends how moral you are, I guess. There’s this voyeur vibe everywhere: security feeds in weird places, people who “didn’t know the camera is on,” and you, the good little detective, totally not replaying the clip three times before interrogating her about where she was the night your grandparents disappeared. The game teases you constantly. Women strip to distract you mid-dialogue, big tits pushed in your face while you’re trying to remember who lied about the last time they saw grandma. You tell yourself you’re focused on the case, but the next scene is you balls deep, creampie, and then going “oh shit, what was I doing again.”

What really messed with me is that there are superpower bits thrown into this small-town detective story like it’s normal. Suddenly you’re reading micro-expressions, nudging minds, or freezing time long enough to enjoy an “accidental” upskirt that lasts way too long to be accidental. It’s half sci-fi, half horny soap opera. The pacing is kinda weird sometimes, you’ll be in a really tender romance moment with a shy girl finally taking off her clothes slow, proper teasing, then the next tap dumps you in some sandbox area where a dominant older woman drags you around by the balls and talks like she owns the whole town. And you let her. Of course you let her. There’s one scene where a so-called respectable “auntie” type corners you during an “investigation,” pushes you into a chair, rides you until you’re shaking, then tells you important story info while you’re still buried inside her. That mix of information and sex is absolutely stupid and also exactly what my brain wanted. Animation helps a lot, nothing crazy, but enough bounce and wetness that when a big ass grinds on you, it actually feels like something. The game jokes about itself too, throwing in weird humor about old people, porn logic, and how no one ever calls the police, like it knows exactly what kind of trash it is. And yeah, sometimes the dialogue hits like a bad meme from 2014, yet I kept tapping, waiting for the next time a “serious interview” turned into you on your back, MILF on top, mystery temporarily forgotten under her.