After you die from overwork you must go to hell… unless you agree to sign the contract with the succubus. If you perform it well, you’ll get the opportunity to reborn in any universe you wish. What should you do? You must seduce as more universes as you can, to provide succubus with sexual energy. Use your cunning mind and some “devil traits” for performance of contract. Please check changelog and developer notes.​

Sin or Live feels like one of those messy tarot spreads where every card is about sex, school, and bad decisions, and somehow the deck keeps winking at you. The game throws you into this school vibe that looks all cute on the surface, but the art keeps betraying it. Those chunky pixel shapes hide these ridiculous curves, like someone shoved a hentai magazine into an old RPG and said, “yeah, this is fine.” The main guy walks around with that typical “I’m just a student” attitude, but the world around him is screaming MILF energy, soft thighs, tight skirts, and mouths that linger a bit too long when they talk to him. It’s like the Lovers card crossed with the Devil every time you move to a new room, and if you ever tried to pretend those cards are about spiritual growth, this game just laughs in your face.

What really got me is how teasing it is. Not teasing like a shy girl blushing and running away, more like the universe edging you on purpose. You talk to a teacher, and the camera hangs way too long on her chest, big tits squished into a blouse that looks ready to explode, then it just sends you back to some normal-ass dialogue like nothing happened. Then she leans in to “help with homework” and the text goes from wholesome to dirty in half a sentence, and you feel that click in your brain like pulling the Tower card. Everything falls, clothes included. There is a scene where you go to a quiet corner of the building, and the girl you thought was just background suddenly starts talking about doing something “hands-on.” One thing leads to another, and you are on your knees, or she is, and the game is not shy with that oral focus at all. Lips wrapping around you, the rhythm described in this almost hypnotic way, while the tiny pixel animation still somehow sells the wetness. It is weirdly hot for how simple it looks. And then, after you finish, it just shoves you back into the hallway like you are supposed to care about class again.

The MILF stuff is where it feels like pulling the Empress card, then realizing she has a tramp stamp and a tongue piercing. There is this older woman at school, not exactly staff, not exactly student, kind of that “I’m around here a lot, don’t ask” vibe. Hips so wide the pixels look like they are bending around her ass, tits spilling out of her top whenever she leans forward to “check on you.” She talks to the protagonist like he is a kid, but her hand goes lower every time, resting on his leg, dragging her nails up his thigh, and the writing leans into it without shame. One moment you are joking, next moment her mouth is around your cock and she is taking you deeper, and the text starts spelling out every gag, every lick, like a dirty little ritual. There is this one detail where she wipes her lips with her thumb and then sucks it clean, and it stuck with me way more than any big scene. Some of the pacing is annoying, though. You click through a lot of basic lines before the game finally lets you do what it has been hinting at for ages, like drawing the same card again and again before the spread finally opens up. But when it does, the whole thing turns into this horny, twisted reading of your own choices, where every route feels like another way to mess up your “morality” and get rewarded with a mouth, a pair of breasts pressed against your face, or an ass grinding on your lap behind some classroom door. It is clumsy, filthy, strangely charming, and absolutely not pretending to be anything else.

Doug looks like something you’d scroll past in a meme and then suddenly you’re three scenes in, wondering why you’re jerking off to a “pet” who talks more shit than half of Reddit. The game throws you into this house where everyone treats you like a cute little nothing, while you’re actually a full adult guy with a permanent hard-on and exactly zero shame. You wander from room to room, poking at girls’ routines, getting in the way, “accidentally” brushing tits, sitting in laps, staring at asses when they bend over. It starts really soft, almost wholesome, like you’re just this horny mascot. Then the teasing ramps and it gets weird in a good way. You watch a MILF in yoga pants ignoring you while her nipples are clearly fighting the sports bra, and you’re just there, creeping closer, testing how much you can touch before she twitches or blushes or pretends she didn’t feel your hand on her thigh. The whole thing has this slow-burn harassment vibe, where you’re not just spamming sex scenes, you’re building that fucked-up comfort zone between “aww, silly Doug” and “why is your snout between my legs again”.

What’s funny is I went in thinking I’d hate the humiliation stuff, because I’m more “normal” porn, simple vanilla, kiss, suck, fuck, done. Here it drips in sideways. You’re technically the lowest thing in the house, literally called a pet, but you end up controlling the mood. One moment you’re getting shoved off the bed like trash, next moment she’s half naked, pretending she only stripped because it’s hot, while you’re practically nuzzling her panties and she just lets it happen. There’s a scene where you’re under a blanket, she’s watching Netflix on her phone, and you slowly work your way between her legs, licking while she tries to keep a straight face. She keeps whispering “Doug, stop, someone might come in” but her hips grind anyway. And then someone does walk by the door, calls her name, and she bites her lip so hard you can almost feel it. Stuff like that hits way harder than just “click button, get blowjob”. Oral, handjobs, full-on vaginal, creampies, interracial scenes with the big guy whose dick you know is going to ruin someone, all that is in there, but it never feels like a checklist. It’s more like you chipped away at them until they gave in. The groping is constant, the big tits and big asses are framed from every angle, and when they finally ride you, it feels both wrong and earned at the same time. The owner’s suspicion always hangs over everything too, like this castration threat in the background, which somehow makes the orgasms nastier. I kept telling myself I just wanted cute teasing and MILF cuddles, and then I’m watching a girl grind on Doug’s face, moaning his name, while thinking “yeah, ok, fuck it, this is exactly my thing now”.

New city, wrong dorm, and your dick is the only one in the building. That’s basically the starting point here, but the game doesn’t treat it like some big heroic fantasy. You’re not a confident porn star dropped into a harem. You’re this awkward guy, carrying all his stupid expectations and porn-fed ideas, and then real women with real hangups keep cutting through that. One of my favorite bits is early on: you’re peeking through a half-open door, expecting “oh, she’s gonna finger herself for the camera,” but instead the milf landlady is pacing the room, rehearsing how she’s going to ask you to “help her relax,” and you realize she’s just as nervous as you. And then two scenes later she has you on your knees, using you like a toy and acting like she planned it all along. I loved that switch. Actually I kind of hated it because it made me feel stupid for underestimating her, but in a good way. If that makes sense.

The whole dorm feels like a pressure cooker where romance and filth keep tripping over each other. One girl needs “tutoring,” which sounds innocent, and then you realize the test she wants to pass is whether she can keep eye contact while you jerk her off under the table. Another invites you to “practice dating” and somehow you end up with her sitting on your lap in the common room, grinding slowly while whispering that her ex never made her feel wanted. There’s a neat thing where a teasing scene that looks soft and sweet can flip into outright sexual harassment and you catch yourself thinking, yeah, this is wrong, but also yeah, keep going. The game doesn’t yell at you for that. It just lets the moment hang. One of the nastiest bits for me was spying through a crack as two of the girls fool around, one being all gentle and the other clearly pushing for more, toys included. You have to decide if you barge in as the “hero,” stand there and watch like a creep, or walk away and imagine it later while you’re getting a very intense blowjob from someone who thinks you’re more decent than you actually are.

Sex here is messy, and sometimes kind of funny, which helps. You can go from slow romantic kissing with soft moans and hands shaking a bit, to shoving a girl against a washing machine while she calls you “sir” and begs for a creampie so hard she’s slurring her words. Then later she’s sitting next to you at breakfast talking about classes like none of that happened, and you’re staring at the way her shirt stretches over her tits, remembering how they bounced when you fucked her from behind. The models are thick in a way porn often pretends isn’t allowed: big asses that jiggle when you pull out, milfs with heavy breasts that actually move when they ride you, tongues sliding along shafts during oral that looks properly sloppy. There’s this one scene where a shy girl, the “pure” one, ends up kneeling between another girl’s legs, looking up at you while she licks, as if asking if this is what you wanted her to become. I told myself I was building their confidence and then clicked the roughest options I could find. I still don’t know if the game is judging me quietly or just grinning. Probably both.

Everything in this game smells a bit like old perfume and bad decisions. You come back to this huge, too-quiet mansion that used to belong to your adoptive father, and the walls already feel like they’ve seen more orgasms than family dinners. There is this big leather ledger that shouldn’t be sexy at all, but somehow is, because every time you open it, some dirty little secret crawls out. The club he left behind is not just some boring “elite venue”, it’s this half-criminal, half-fetish nest where rich people pretend they are classy while getting sucked off in the VIP room. And in the middle of all this, you move like some horny little Lovecraft protagonist, except instead of tentacles from the sky you get stepmom in silk robe, her ass outlined in the light from the hallway, asking in this fake sad voice how you’ve been holding up. You know something’s wrong from how she touches your shoulder a bit too slow, how her eyes stay on your mouth too long. It’s not cosmic horror. It’s worse. It’s domestic.

The real madness starts with the three women in that house. Victoria, the adoptive mom, is that classic “I’m too proper for this” milf, except she isn’t. She’s the type who pretends she’s shocked when she catches you watching her change, but doesn’t close the door. She wears those tight dresses that hug her big tits and big ass like they’re about to pop out, and she will scold you for staring while arching her back more. Then there are the daughters, Kayla and Maya. One of them gives you that teasing, I-know-you’re-hard look every time you walk past. The other one plays it cold and distant, like you’re some stranger, which somehow makes it worse when she “accidentally” presses her thighs against you on the couch. The game loves to trap you in these slow tension scenes: late-night kitchen, everyone in thin pajamas, ice from the fridge clinking too loud while one of them bends down just a bit too far, her nipples visible through the fabric. You know that the ledger has something on all of them. Money, cheating, blackmail stuff, deals with shady guys from the club. And you can use that. Corruption here doesn’t feel like flipping a switch. It’s more like you take a step, then another, and suddenly you’re making your adoptive sister suck you off next to the ledger where her mother’s dirty financial records are written, and she is looking up at you with these guilty, hungry eyes.

Sex scenes play out like slow rituals, not just click-and-fap. There’s a strong teasing vibe, like the game understands that a blowjob is way hotter when she pretends she doesn’t want it at first, then slowly gives in because you’ve got some secret on her. I had this one run where I used something from the club’s ledger to corner Victoria. She tried to stay “in control”, classic dommy milf attitude, talking down to you, but the longer you pushed, the more cracks showed. She ended up on her knees in her home office, that same office where your father probably planned all those crimes, her lipstick smeared around your cock while she’s still trying to say she’s “doing this only once”. You can go for creampie like you’re marking territory, and the game actually leans into that ownership fantasy, especially with the whole harem angle. Different branches let you peek at them when they think you’re not around: shower scenes, masturbating in their room, flashing a bit too much skin in public. There’s exhibitionism stuff where you push them to show more at the club, to the point where one of the girls gives you a secret handjob in a shadowy corner while some old guy drinks whiskey ten steps away, unaware. Or maybe he knows. The AI-generated CG is weird in a good way sometimes, like their eyes are a bit too bright or their smiles a bit too wide, which hits this uncanny eldritch kink if you’re into that. Half of the time you’re chasing romance, kissing them softly in the hallway, and the other half you’re fucking them raw on a couch, knowing you’re cheating, corrupting, twisting the whole “family” around your cock like some forbidden cult that worships you instead of any god. And yeah, the mystery stuff is nice, the crime and danger and betrayal, but honestly, the real horror here is how quickly you forget your father’s death the moment your “sister” is on her knees with cum dripping from her lips, asking in a shaky voice what else you’ve found in that cursed ledger.

Christmas in this game feels like someone mashed Pornhub search history with a cheap Hallmark movie, then decided, yeah, that’s fine, let it snow. You play as the boyfriend who is technically the “main character”, but in practice you end up feeling more like a ghost watching your own relationship from the ceiling. Ariana comes over all excited for a long dirty night, already talking about what she wants to do with her mouth, with her tits, grinding on you in that teasing way where she pretends she’s innocent while describing exactly how she wants your cum inside her. Then the job call hits, like a boring capitalist cockblock, and suddenly he’s gone, and you’re left with her, the empty house, and a brain full of guilt and curiosity. The game leans hard into that voyeur angle. You’re not just watching Ariana, you’re watching yourself fail at basic boyfriend duties while she tries to keep her pussy loyal and her thoughts clean, and it’s honestly kind of funny how fast that falls apart.

Because then Santa shows up. Not the Coca Cola one, not the fat soft grandpa from kids movies. This Santa is basically NTR in a red coat, with this big black cock that might as well have its own postal code. The game knows exactly what it’s doing with that. Every time Ariana says she’s trying to be faithful, the camera lingers on her lips, or on how her thighs press together, or on the wet spot growing while she denies she’s thinking about that one previous night with a “different” guy. There’s this one scene where she’s on the couch, phone in hand, half-writing a text to you and half staring at Santa’s bulge while he pretends to talk about “saving Christmas”. She keeps biting her lip, the text box opens and closes, autocorrect pops up dumb suggestions, and she just erases everything and instead drops to her knees. No big speech, no drama. Just this slow slide down his pants and a shot of her face when she sees how big he actually is, like her whole moral system just short-circuited between her legs.

The sex itself is very direct. Lots of oral, and she’s not shy about it at all. Ariana drools, gags, smears spit all over that shaft, uses both hands like she’s worshipping something sacred and obscene at the same time. She keeps saying it’s “only to help”, that it’s “for Christmas”, which is honestly such a funny excuse that it becomes hot. When they finally fuck, you can tell the game wants you to feel both horny and slightly sick with jealousy. Her nails drag down his back, her tits bounce all over the place, her ass slaps against his hips, and she just keeps asking for it deeper, harder, like she forgot you exist. There’s one angle where you basically see the outline of his cock through her belly when he really rams in, and if you’re already on the edge with NTR, that moment might finish you or break you. She talks about your name once, then mid-moan she replaces it with “Santa” without even noticing, and I actually paused there just to think about how identity kind of collapses when desire is stronger than memory. The final creampie feels like a punchline: thick load leaking out of her stretched pussy while Christmas lights blink in the background, like the universe is quietly clapping for adultery. If you want to squeeze every filthy drop out of it, mute your Spotify, put your phone face-down, lean into the jealousy, and let Ariana ruin your Christmas on purpose.

Waking up naked in a city that looks like Silent Hill fucked a factory and then forgot to clean up after, that’s the vibe here. You open your eyes, have zero clue who you are, and the first real thing you focus on is this girl, Ophelia, who is hot in a wrong kind of way. Not wrong like “oh no, she’s evil”, more like “why does her body move like that and why do I like it so much”. She talks to you like she’s already decided you’re hers, and the game never really lets you feel fully safe around her, even when she’s stroking your cheek or dropping to her knees in first person view. One second you’re flirting, next second you’re both scavenging in a ruined supermarket while something wet and angry screams somewhere in the dark aisle behind the cereal. It’s messy, horny, and kind of romantic in that trash-fire way where the world is ending but you still argue about who gets to be on top.

The loop sneaks up on you. At first you just click around, pick up scrap, figure out some simple crafting, like “ok, I need this to not die, and that to impress the monster girl who can snap me like a twig but would rather tease me senseless”. Then you start thinking in turns. That nasty creature you meet in the subway? You’re watching its attack pattern, saving skills, deciding if losing here is actually a bad thing, because there is a non-zero chance it pins you down and suddenly you’re getting railed while the combat music is still echoing in your head. Sometimes it’s vaginal, sometimes it’s anal, sometimes the thing pulls out a surprise dick and your brain goes “wait what” at the same time your body goes “keep going”. The wild part is, a lot of these sexy punishments you can avoid if you don’t fuck up, but the game kind of tempts you to misplay. Like, you know that if you keep defending instead of killing her, this tall futa hunter might “reward” you by using your mouth until the screen literally fogs. I said I was going to play smart and then suddenly I am losing a fight on purpose like a clown.

The mood keeps swinging. You get this bleak, broken-city horror, ruined apartments lit by flickering signs, dead silence in one street and then some giggly banter with Ophelia as she strips piece by piece while pretending it’s part of a “strategic plan” to distract an enemy. Sure girl, it’s for tactics. She kisses another woman in front of you once, slow and deep, and you get that sharp jealous sting that hits harder than most jump scares. If you push it, they drag it into full lesbian territory and you’re just there, stuck between wanting to watch and wanting to join. There’s also these quiet POV moments when she crawls into your lap in some half-collapsed shelter, tells you stupid jokes, then casually opens your pants and starts sucking you off while still talking about survival routes like this is the most normal thing. The romance side is weirdly soft in places, with her asking little things about what you like, what you hate, how rough she can be, and from that point the dating sim brain kicks in and you start gaming her affection like it’s Tinder but with actual teeth. I wish the UI for the crafting menu didn’t look like it was slapped together in a hurry, but in a twisted way it fits the whole ruined-world energy, so I’m not even confident I want it changed. Just be warned: if you’re like me and tell yourself “I’m going to focus on survival”, you’ll still end up knee deep in sex scenes where losing a turn in combat means some hungry girl-monster is riding you in full animation and you suddenly forget completely why you came into that area in the first place.

Mira wakes up in a world that looks like somebody mashed together Skyrim mods, a horny D&D campaign and a trashy isekai anime they binge-watched on Crunchyroll while drunk. There are lecture halls with projectors and chalkboards, but outside the window you see floating ruins and half-dead eldritch skeletons drifting across the sky like they missed their bus. She’s supposed to be a “proper” adventurer-in-training, learning about mana theory and ancient rituals, but every time she walks down the academy corridor she ends up in some kind of mess involving too-short uniforms, invisible runes that definitely should not be glowing under her skirt, and at least one girl staring a bit too long at her thighs. The game just lets that linger. It loves the moment before anything actually happens, when you realise the class of mostly monster girls is way too interested in watching her squirm.

It plays like that friend in Discord who keeps sending you horny screenshots at work. One scene you’re in a serious lecture about old gods, the next you’re in the campus bathhouse where the tiles are foggy and someone “accidentally” left the door lock undone. There is a slow, lazy focus on skin, curves, texture, like the camera enjoys being a pervert as much as the player. The orc teacher with biceps like tree trunks leans over Mira to “correct her stance,” and her tank top rides up just a little too much, and you get a solid ten seconds of watching Mira pretend she isn’t staring at those abs. The demon girl has this perfect smug-face that feels like half of Twitter thirst posts, tail flicking while she backs Mira against a locker and whispers about all the things a proper mage’s body can endure. The satyr girl hides behind textbooks that are clearly too small to cover her boobs, especially when a stray wind spell blows through the courtyard. People in the background notice, their eyes follow, but nobody says it out loud; the whole game is like public indecency that society collectively agrees to ignore because it is fun to watch.

The school loves rules about modesty and discipline that exist only to be broken in front of an audience. Short skirts are “within regulations” if they technically cover the ass, which they do, until some enchanted gust flips Mira’s hem up right as she walks past a group of human supremacist boys who are very obviously trying not to look and failing miserably. The girls definitely look. There is a quiet lesbian hunger in almost every shot: the elf prodigy correcting Mira’s spell circle while her fingers linger way too long on Mira’s hip; the orc woman giving praise in that slow low voice that sounds more like a bedroom than a classroom; the satyr trying to explain lore while her eyes keep dropping to Mira’s cleavage like she forgot where faces are located. You are not just watching sex, you are watching people watch each other, watching them realise they’re into it. The humor hits that horny-gremlin vibe, like someone took the energy of late-night Reddit threads and stuffed it into a magical campus: boob jokes next to cosmic horror, panty flashes in the library where the books whisper about dead gods. It should not work, but it kind of does, especially when the camera just sits there while Mira pretends she doesn’t love being seen, her blush fighting with that tiny smirk at the corner of her mouth that says she really, really does.

Paula Honeybottom was a young soap-opera star before leaving it all behind for the love of her life, Dick. She settled for the role of a housewife and acting teacher instead. She was quite happy for 20 years - until the "love of her life" turned out to be an asshole and left her for his young lover.

He really was a Dick, apparently...

Now she is depressed, has lost all confidence in herself, and is looking over the edge of a slippery slope. Luckily, she isn't alone - she has two young people living with her, a boy and a girl, who will help her out and save her from a tragic end. What are they to her? Well, you decide...

What you also decide is if Paula stays as she is - a beautiful and curvaceous lady - or a fit and energetic 42-year-old teenager: by your choices, influence Paula's lifestyle and therefore her looks.