It’s weird how this one tries to be a parody but ends up accidentally saying something kind of tragic about Kobeni, like she keeps blushing through the whole thing yet the game never lets her be just cute or just desperate - it’s always both, tangled together. I kept thinking the demon part would be the main hook, but nah, it’s more about that half-panic look in her eyes when you push too far and she still whispers your name. The timing mechanic feels stupid at first, tapping along while she’s choking or trembling, but then it clicks and suddenly you’re syncing with her rhythm in a way that feels too real for a joke game. It’s messy, literally and emotionally, and the moaning voice lines loop wrong sometimes, which only makes it better somehow - like catching someone mid‑breath and refusing to let them finish.

What gets me is how the corruption doesn’t even feel evil. You start off thinking you’re dominating her, but by day five she’s the one steering things, pretending not to, grinding slow while talking about losing her job as if your cock’s the only comfort left. The writing trips over itself, grammar all over, and yet every line lands because it sounds like someone actually flustered trying to talk dirty and failing. There’s a scene in the bathroom where the mirror fogs up and for a second you see horns behind her reflection, tiny, twitching, like she’s halfway yours already. Then she laughs too loud. Totally ruins the moment. But it sticks.

I’ll say though, the creampie counter? Completely unnecessary and also perfect. It forces you to notice time passing, like this gross little calendar of need. The parody label doesn’t save it from being hot, and the humor doesn’t stop it from being kind of sad. Maybe that’s why I keep replaying it, telling myself it’s for the endings, but really just waiting to hear her gasp that same broken syllable again.

The game throws you straight into this weirdly cozy hellhouse where your “family” is too hot and too wrong at the same time. You’re the only guy in a place ruled by a demon mom who looks like she should be on some cursed porn magazine cover, and two sisters who are basically walking trouble. Story just moves on its own, no choices, no bullshit menus, you just click and watch things spiral out of control. It feels like reading a horny comic while someone keeps turning the pages for you. The mom comes off soft and gentle at first, but the more you see her, the more you realize she’s in charge of everything. She plays the caring MILF, hugs a bit too long, squeezes in too close on the couch, “accidentally” bends in front of you with those huge tits barely contained, then later she’s totally fine with using your cock like it belongs to her. The game doesn’t shy away from the whole taboo thing, it leans on it hard. She talks like she raised you and now wants to “claim” her reward, and it’s not subtle. Honestly they could have toned down the dialogue a bit, but it also made it kinda hot in a trashy way that feels like some cursed Pornhub script that found a budget.

The sisters are another mess. One is more playful and bratty, constantly teasing you, walking around half dressed, making “jokes” about you watching her change, then testing how far she can push before you snap. There’s a really funny scene where she pretends she doesn’t notice you in the hallway and starts masturbating in front of her open door, clearly wanting you to watch, and the camera just stays on her face way longer than necessary. I was sitting there thinking, why am I staring at her eyelashes during a nut scene, but somehow it worked. The other sister plays the colder type, acts all annoyed and distant, then later you catch her touching herself while whispering your name like she hates herself for it. The game keeps putting you in spots where you’re watching them from angles that feel really dirty, like peeking around the corner, or seeing reflections in mirrors. Sometimes it feels a bit too much, like the story is trying to shock you every five minutes with more corruption, more breeding talk, more “you’re mine now” lines. And at the same time I kept clicking because the animations are surprisingly smooth, nothing crazy flashy, just small details like how their hips move when you pin them down, or how the mom keeps eye contact when she’s riding you and talking about filling her up. There’s a whole scene on the living room couch where everyone kind of crosses that last line, and it’s both hot and weirdly awkward, like someone mixed a family reunion with a satanic orgy and forgot to invite shame. I thought I’d get tired of the linear story, but the way the corruption builds slowly, from teasing to outright obsession, actually pulled me along. Or maybe I’m just weak when big tits and demon horns show up in the same frame. Hard to say.

James feels like that pretty boy in class everyone whispers about but nobody admits jerking off to. School corridors, magic crap going wrong in the background, that weird island atmosphere where you can tell everyone is hiding something dirty under a thin layer of “normal”. As a lingerie designer, I kept catching myself pausing the game, staring at how they framed his body and thinking, ok, that’s exactly the vibe when you put a guy in semi-sheer mesh briefs and pretend it’s “just for comfort”. The whole story plays like a horny coming-of-age with supernatural sauce, boys testing limits, monsters that look a bit too curious, and that slow teasing where a hand on a thigh is somehow hotter than a full nude. You go from school gossip to “why is that magical creature eyeing my ass” really fast, and it kind of works.

What I like most is how the game treats male bodies almost like outfits to layer and unwrap. You get this school setting, but instead of boring uniforms, it feels like everyone is half ready for a photoshoot and half ready for a blowjob behind the gym. There’s oral, there’s anal, there’s magic involved in ways that made me think of those dressing room mirrors in Zara that somehow always show your best angle. One scene stuck with me: James in a quiet classroom, late, the light is too soft, another boy gets way too close, they argue about something stupid and suddenly the argument melts into a blowjob under the desk while a strange sound outside reminds you this island is not normal at all. It’s messy, a bit clumsy, hot in that “this should not be happening, but it is” way. The twins are another story. They have that mirrored energy that in fashion we use for twin looks, but here it’s more like “are you two going to share him or fight over who gets his ass first”. When they start teasing, it feels like watching a runway where the model is very obviously not wearing anything under that long coat, and you just wait for it to open.

The sandbox stuff turns the island into a kind of horny playground. You wander, poke at places you shouldn’t, trigger scenes that feel like you just swiped right on the wrong guy on Grindr at 11 in the morning and still went to his place. There is one supernatural encounter in the forest that made me laugh because the creature had more rizz than half the guys on Tinder, and it goes from threat to “ok, I’m on my knees now” way too fast. At one point I was annoyed by how I kept looping the same area trying to make a specific sex scene fire, kind of like scrolling Instagram Reels looking for one exact video you forgot to save. The pacing is a bit off, some moments feel like waiting in a fitting room queue, horny and bored at the same time. But then you get a scene where James is bent over, magic crackling in the air, someone using his mouth like it actually belongs to them, and suddenly I forgive everything. It’s trashy and sweet, rough and pretty, like lace jockstraps worn under a school blazer. Totally impractical. Completely the point.

Fog rolls in, streets go quiet, and John is just stuck at work with two women he mostly knows from awkward breakroom small talk. That’s the whole vibe here: not some badass hero fantasy, but a guy trapped in an office while the world outside rots in a toxic soup. One second he’s checking his phone, the next the signal dies and the city kind of just vanishes behind this white, angry fog that literally burns skin if you get too brave. It’s weirdly intimate, because when everything outside goes to hell the only thing left to play with is people’s nerves, their fears, their bodies, their need to feel close to someone while it all might end tonight or next week or never. The horror parts hit first, and then slowly the romance and the sex leak in around the edges like the fog under a door, not some instant “you are the chosen dick” story. You feel stuck with Kallie and Laura in this poisoned little bubble, watching them crack, get scared, get horny, get angry, sometimes all in the same scene. It’s messy in a good way. Not every line lands, some conversations ramble, and sometimes John acts like a confused Reddit thread, but that’s also kind of believable.

What really caught me is how often the game lets you just say small shit. Little comments that don’t blow up the plot, they just sit there in the back of someone’s mind. You flirt at the wrong moment and Desire ticks up a bit even while Anxiety spikes, so she might still let you slide a hand under her shirt later, but she’ll shake when she kisses you. You’re nice and soft with her after she has a panic attack and Love crawls higher, which makes the eventual creampie scene feel more like “we might die, please stay inside me” than porn hub speedrun. It’s not all sweet, though. There are moments where the sex is raw and selfish, bodies slamming together on some half-clean office couch or cramped storage room, her moaning while the building around you feels like a coffin. Condoms exist mostly as a suggestion, which the characters ignore whenever the tension finally snaps, and the game leans hard into that risk. You can have a romantic talk, then five clicks later you’re pinning her against a window with the toxic fog just beyond the glass, filling her up because you both need proof you are alive. I wish the UI text was a bit bigger on my phone, but anyway, the story quietly shoves you into this fucked up little family, where trust, lust, fear and love keep shifting around like stats you pretend not to care about while you very much do. Sometimes the pacing drags for a scene or two, then suddenly you’re in a pitch-dark hallway, breathing with her, feeling her hand find your crotch because she wants reassurance in the only stupid way she knows. It’s not subtle. It’s also strangely tender. And then out of nowhere the game just drops a line that feels like a shitpost and you remember people made this on actual computers and not in some cursed fog dimension.