This one feels like someone smashed a horny occult comic, a school harem fantasy and a crunchy stat game together, then just left some of the screws loose on purpose. You play as Caleb, a magician who looks like he smells of cheap coffee and old paper, not glitter and fireballs. The vibe is more “burned-out grad student who sees ghosts” than superhero, which I kinda liked. He’s stuck in this weird school environment where half the people are hiding something nasty under their skin and the other half are pretending they don’t notice. Classes feel like a joke until you realize some of them actually change how you can twist people’s minds or how hard you can push monsters before they chew you up. One minute you’re flirting with a girl with absurdly huge tits over some nonsense assignment, the next you’re in a corridor that suddenly feels too long and too dark and you know there’s something in the corner of your eye that isn’t human at all.

The teasing is pretty much constant, sometimes in a good way, sometimes “ok, show a nipple already, I get it.” There’s a scene early on with a big-ass goth girl in a mostly empty classroom, legs up on the desk, playing with a pen in her mouth while she casually talks about possession and curses. The camera keeps following her lips when she slides the pen out, wet, and it is so obviously foreshadowing a deepthroat blowjob later that you almost want to laugh. When it finally happens, it’s actually animated, messy, noisy, with her choking a bit and trying to keep eye contact, and your choices during the build-up change if she treats it more like worship or like a power move. She acts like she’s the one in control at first, then your hand is suddenly on the back of her head and her eyes water and that little shift from smug to needy hits harder than any “high-quality animation” ever could. And then, right after that, the story drags you into a paranormal investigation scene where the mood is creepy as hell and you still kinda taste the blowjob on your brain. This contrast works... until it doesn’t, because sometimes the pacing just crashes. There was a hallway monster encounter with a tentacled shadow thing that had insane build-up, then it ended in like two clicks and no proper payoff, sexual or story-wise. Also, the stat system is a bit of a dick. I failed a check in what looked like a horny scene with a busty teacher and it just cut to black and skipped the lewd part entirely. No hint why, no “you needed X points,” just cold “fuck you.” I actually alt-tabbed to rant on Discord about it, then went back and grinded a bit like an idiot, because I wanted to see her wrap those enormous tits around the MC and use a tiny cleansing spell on his cock while she pretends it’s some “aura inspection.”

Where it gets interesting is how the magic and sex tie together. Caleb’s abilities are not just combat tricks. You can slightly nudge people’s emotions, twist their fear of the unknown, sharpen your senses until you hear heartbeats speed up when you touch them. There’s a scene in the school courtyard at night with this shy girl who’s obviously not fully human, something about her eyes, and if you spent points in the right branch, you can feel that thing moving inside her when you lean in. You press her up against a tree, her skirt riding up over a frankly stupidly round ass, and you can tell she’s scared of losing control of the monster in her, but also desperate to be used. The game lets you decide if you calm the beast down with subtle magic and make the sex soft and weirdly tender, or if you poke at it, teasing until her nails dig in your back and she growls in your ear while riding you. What annoyed me, though, is that sometimes the story acts like your choices are huge, then shoves you into the same corridor investigation anyway. There was this whole build of paranormal tension, a bathroom mirror that shows what you really are instead of your face, almost no clothing left, nipples hard, your hand between a girl’s thighs while something invisible taps on the glass from the other side, and just when it feels like it’s about to combine the horror and the sex properly, it cuts to a stat screen. Like, why right there? Who thought “yeah, this is a good moment to remind you about your Perception level”? Still, when it hits, it hits. The oral scenes feel wet and filthy, the big tits and big asses are not just “look, boobs,” they’re framed in ways that say a lot about power and shame. It’s messy in tone, half brilliant and half “what the hell are you doing,” but in this genre, that kind of broken energy sometimes feels more honest than a clean, polished fetish checklist.

This one feels like someone took a horny fashion week, locked it inside a demon brothel and then said “ok, now make it emotional but still fuck a lot.” The House itself is basically a luxury showroom where every corridor feels like a backstage runway right before the models go out, except the models are demons and humans trying to fuck their way to a Hall of Fame. I’m a lingerie designer by job, so I notice stupid things first. The first time you meet one of the girls, the way her outfit tells you exactly who she is before she speaks really hit me. Lace that looks innocent from far, but closer you see it barely hides anything. Straps that look decorative, but they sit exactly where a hand would grab during sex. Superpowers here are not just some menu choice, they feel like extra accessories on a body. Power is styled, not only written. You’re a demon with memories locked away and somehow the story still wants you to care about feelings while also asking you “ok, which pussy do you want tonight?” It should not work, but it kind of does. Or it doesn’t. I can’t decide.

The whole “performer” angle makes the sex feel like a show you’re also directing, not only watching. There’s a moment where one girl is trying so hard to impress you that she holds her pose longer than is actually sexy, like a model freezing for a bad photographer. She keeps her legs open, panting, waiting for your next choice, and there’s this tiny second where you see her doubt slip through the dirty talk. That tiny second is weirdly hotter than the actual vaginal sex that follows. Speaking of that, the game is not shy. Penetration is treated like something serious, not “and then dick goes in, fade to black.” You pick how you approach, how rough, how soft, and her reaction is not just one repeated moan file in your mind. She complains, she teases, she even gets annoyed at you once for stopping halfway and I liked that a lot. No, actually I hated it, because I had to reload to see another option and the menu font is too damn small and now I am angry again. Anyway. The House is all about “who pushes which button” and sometimes that is literal: there are choices that feel like pressing a nipple, or sliding two fingers between lace and skin. The game pretends to care about your mission to save someone important, but every time a girl leans in, whispers in your ear, offers you her throat and her thighs, the whole grand destiny thing disappears like last season’s collection. Which is fine. Or not. I actually forgot to talk about the harem side, but you already know what that means. You start thinking “I’ll stay loyal to this one broken, beautiful demon” and two scenes later you are balls deep in someone else, promising her she is special too. And the thing is, the House believes you. That’s what sticks after closing the tab: all these women styled like living lingerie, each one trying to be your favorite outfit, while you pretend you’re choosing with your heart and not with your cock.

Thanksgiving in this game feels like somebody spiked the gravy with lust potion and forgot to tell the hostess. You’re dropped in as this cocky asshole of an adventurer who’s supposed to help with a “magical feast,” but honestly you spend more time buried between thighs than near an oven. One moment you’re picking herbs in a sparkly forest, next moment a fairy with tits bigger than her head is straddling your face, teasing you with her wings and rubbing against your nose while she pretends you’re “just helping with pollen.” Yeah, sure. The point and click stuff is actually kinda nice on mobile, just tapping around, poking things, accidentally triggering voyeur scenes because you clicked the wrong bush and now you’re spying on a milf witch masturbating with a glowing wand that hums louder the closer she gets. She keeps moaning about needing “ingredients” while she’s grinding that wand over her clit, and your dude just hides like some pervy little goblin, rock hard, not even pretending he’s there for noble reasons.

The crazy part is how they mix silly humor with really filthy content. You’re chatting with a demon girl about stuffing turkeys, and two clicks later she’s talking about stuffing your ass instead, then shoving you onto a stone table and riding you like she’s trying to break your spine. She has these slight monster girl vibes, horns and tail, curling that tail around your throat while she bounces on your cock, big ass slapping against your hips. She calls it “ritual bonding,” but it’s just her making you cum three times while you beg her to slow down. Sometimes the sandbox exploration feels a little too open and I got lost in some enchanted village, wandering around tapping random doors until I ended up peeking through a window and seeing an aunt-like milf bent over the table, giant tits hanging, getting throat-fucked by some faceless spirit. You can choose to walk away, but of course I stayed, watching, hand slowly stroking under my clothes like some horny loser. I liked that the game just lets you be that creep without judging. The turn based combat is almost a joke, half the enemies are sexy ninjas or demon maids, and half of their attacks are teasing moves. One dark ninja girl pins you down as a “stun,” sits on your chest and makes you lick her through her tight outfit until your stamina drops, then you finish the fight by using some ridiculous superpower that blasts her clothes off and leaves her kneeling, panting, begging for your “mercy.” You can deny her or pull her hair and use her mouth, and the animation when she chokes on your cock, tears in her eyes, is surprisingly hot for something that also has slapstick moments with talking turkey legs. It feels like a horny fever dream cooked by a Disney fan who watched way too much hentai, and I kind of hate how much it worked on me.

College looks normal on the surface: crappy dorm beds, group chats blowing up over nothing, professors who talk like podcasts on 0.75x speed. Under all that, this game quietly hands you a body that does not stay put. You start as this regular 18-year-old guy, horny and stressed and barely holding it together, and then your skin starts crawling in ways that aren’t just “I need to jerk off before lecture.” Limbs stretch when you panic, muscles twist into inhuman shapes, and your reflection occasionally smiles before you do. The story doesn’t treat it like some heroic anime glow-up either. It feels dirty, like your own body is hitting on you and you can’t tell it to stop. That’s the fun of it, though: you’re constantly one bad choice away from accidentally showing everyone that the cute freshman with the big cock can also casually grow tentacles out of his back.

What really hooks you is how the erotic stuff grows out of that corruption instead of being tacked on. One scene you’re trying to stay calm in a packed lecture hall while your power reacts to a random boner, and the next scene you’re in a bathroom stall, literally reshaping yourself just enough to jerk off without leaving obvious traces, only to lose control and end up painting the walls with thick, barely-human cum. And when the game starts playing with gender shift, it doesn’t pretend it’s some wholesome identity journey. You slide into a soft, curvy version of yourself with big tits and a fat ass because it feels good and because you realize how easy it is to make people stare. There’s a kind of wrong thrill in turning into a stacked girl to get closer to some dude who’d never look at you as a guy, then tempting him into a messy titjob or sloppy blowjob while your mind is still very much male, buried somewhere under the bouncing flesh and ruined mascara. The writing leans into that twisted mix of arousal and shame: you’re hard even when you don’t have a dick, dripping in all the wrong places, surrounded by people who think you’re just another thirsty coed while something inside you writhes like a monster in heat.

Then there are the actual monsters, the things that gave you this power in the first place. They don’t just show up for fights; they slither into the sex. Tentacles that push under your clothes when you’re trying to act normal on a date, thick coils sliding between your transformed thighs while you’re grinding on some unsuspecting classmate, that awful, amazing moment where you realize you can open yourself in ways no human body should and take every inch of it. Scenes stack up where you’re pinned to a dark alley wall, or bent over some forgotten rooftop edge, body shifting to accommodate impossible girth, every hole filled and overflowing until you’re basically covered in cum, breathing hard and half laughing because part of you likes being used like that. Sometimes you turn it around and use your powers to be the monster instead, growing extra hands for a rough handjob, reshaping your mouth for deeper oral, pushing into a wet, stretched pussy while your skin ripples and your partner doesn’t even notice at first. The horror part never totally leaves; even when you’re riding a dick or taking a monster cock, there’s this background hum that you’re one wrong pulse away from snapping into something no longer human. And yet you keep pushing, keep masturbating with a body that can grow new angles to touch, chasing stronger orgasms while you try to pretend you’re just a normal freshman and not a walking sex-horror glitch waiting to explode all over the world.