It’s weird how this game feels like two different fever dreams stitched together with duct tape and a dirty laugh track. One minute you’re dealing with a spoiled princess who thinks she’s too good for your commands, next you’re in a dusty classroom trying to make a witch blush while pretending you’re not the worst kind of pervert. The whole thing runs like someone dumped Aladdin and Harry Potter fanfics into a blender, hit “liquify,” then forgot to clean the blades. I mean that as a compliment. Mostly. There’s something strangely addictive about watching these characters slide from pride to obedience, like watching a tower of cards collapse in slow motion while you whisper filth into the wind.

And yeah, the art - old-school 2D, a bit grainy at the edges - somehow makes it hotter. You notice every smirk, every drop of sweat, every time the princess rolls her eyes before giving in. The witch, though… she’s the real trip. The game makes her crack little by little, until she’s doing things she’d hex you for even thinking about. There’s this one scene with a mirror spell - don’t even ask, it’s messy, beautiful, wrong, and perfect all at once. I wish the sound effects weren’t so cheap, though. Like, if I wanted to hear the same “slap” noise on loop, I’d just open TikTok. But then again, maybe that janky sound is part of the charm. Makes it feel dirtier, less polished, more like something you shouldn’t be caught playing but can’t stop anyway.

Also, whoever added the management bits deserves both a medal and a slap. You’re juggling gold, obedience, lust - whatever - and it feels like running a brothel disguised as a school. Which… is exactly what it is, I guess? The tentacle stuff sneaks up on you too, not even kidding. One second you’re giving a lecture, next thing you know, it’s hentai biology class. Half the time I’m disgusted, half the time I’m grinning like an idiot. That’s the magic here: it’s trashy, shameless, and somehow still clever enough to make you question who’s really being trained. Spoiler - it’s probably you.

You start with this half-dead hotel that looks like it smells of cheap cleaner and old sex, and somehow it becomes this weird little universe where every floor has a different flavor of horny drama. It looks like a normal dating sim at first, like “oh yeah, I’ll just talk to the girls, raise some stats, classic stuff”, and then three scenes later you’re holding a trembling elf maid by the hips while she tries to act all proper and obedient and ends up squirting all over the new bedsheets you saved up to buy. And you’re thinking: ok, I just wanted romance, why is there a menu option for nipple clothespins in the housekeeping budget. But you still click it.

The hotel thing works too well. Everyone is under your roof, so you bump into them doing absolutely everything. You go into a hallway thinking you’re just going to check repairs, and you catch one girl “cleaning” a window with her tits pressed against the glass, tongue out, full ahegao, while someone down in the street could totally see her. It counts as voyeur and exhib stuff at the same time and the game doesn’t even wink at you, it just lets it happen, like yeah, this is just Tuesday here. You can be the pure romance guy and still the world keeps trying to corrupt you. There’s a religious girl praying in one scene, acting shy like a virgin, and later you’re there timing her orgasm denial with your phone while she begs for just one more thrust and you’re like, ok, maybe I’m not “pure” anymore. I kept telling myself I’m avoiding the nastier paths, and two minutes later I’m watching a lactation event where I was only trying to give comfort and suddenly there’s warm milk and a helpless girl calling you “master” in this shaky voice. Total accident. Kind of.

What really got me is how your role shifts without a big “you are a trainer now” sign. One moment you’re like a soft-spoken manager who buys cute maid outfits and simple cosplay ears, the next you’re running what is basically a private bdsm spa on the top floor, where you decide who gets the collar and who just gets spanked until their ass is bright red and they can’t sit in the café. Some girls push you around too, it’s not just male dom. There’s a yandere type that goes from clingy to “if you fuck anyone else I’ll break their legs” energy, and she rides you so hard you legit feel like the slave instead of the trainer. Then later the same night another girl kneels down in the lobby and gives you a slow, careful blowjob like it’s a love letter, and you remember why you came here for romance at all. But then there’s some fucked up family route on the side, anal stuff mixed with “we shouldn’t do this” whispers, a footjob in the laundry room, a titfuck in the elevator when the doors keep almost opening, group sex in a suite where everyone’s moaning your name at once, and somewhere in the middle of that mess you’re still checking income stats on your phone and thinking about upgrade costs like an idiot. The hotel keeps growing, the harem keeps getting bigger, some girls get their breasts reduced while others suddenly swell up like a fantasy elf breeding project, and you’re walking around your own building knowing exactly which room has a girl quietly masturbating, which one hides a camera for your voyeur habit, and which bed has fresh cum drying in the sheets because you didn’t even bother with pulling out after that last creampie. It’s romantic in the trashiest way, and trashy in a way that somehow still feels kind of sweet.

Amity Park is that kind of game where you open it on your phone “just to check something” and then suddenly you’re grinding ghost fights because you want to see one more filthy scene with Jazz or Maddie or whoever your brain is stuck on today. It looks like a silly parody at first, all school halls, lockers and ectoplasm jokes, but then the game quietly goes “yeah, anyway, here’s Danny getting his dick worshipped by a girl he used to just awkwardly stare at in class” and your productivity dies. You’re basically juggling two addictions at once: the turn based combat and the horny gallery hunt. Every ghost encounter feels like a weird mix of Pokémon and porn, like “okay I stun her, build meter, finish the fight” and secretly I’m just praying this leads to a corruption event or some voyeur scene in a locker room. Half the time I’m not even reading the dialogue properly, I’m scanning for the tiny signs that say, hey, this route is going to end with anal in the school janitor closet or titties pressed against the lab window while Jack Fenton walks past like an idiot.

What I like is how messy the whole thing feels, in a good way and sometimes bad. You jump from a handjob under the desk with one girl, to Madam Babazita doing some creepy ghost magic thing, to Desiree tempting you like a genie pornstar, then suddenly the story stops and goes “oh yeah, homework” and you’re back in class like your dick wasn’t in someone’s throat ten clicks ago. The incest angle with the Fentons is just thrown right at you, no shy build up. One moment Maddie is this serious MILF scientist, goggles and all, then a few scenes later she’s riding you with that ahegao face like she forgot she’s your mom and not some random nurse from a hentai doujin. Speaking of nurses, Nurse Kate shows up and honestly I spent way too much time replaying her stuff. The way the game leans into medical play, checking “vital signs” with her hand on your cock, that tiny animation of her glasses sliding down her nose while she strokes you, it stuck in my head longer than some full animations. I hate that her moan loop is a bit too short, it’s like one second off from being perfect, and it annoys me every single time, but I still go back to it like an idiot.

The combat is simple but it hits that stupid part of my brain that likes numbers and bars. You see Danny popping off with ghost powers, blocking projectiles, shocking enemies, and you’re not really thinking “strategy,” you’re thinking “if I clear this fast, maybe the game finally gives me that Paulina titfuck scene I saw teased on a forum.” When Princess Dorathea shows up in her dragon princess vibe, it feels like a boss from some mobile gacha, except instead of getting a new skin you’re chasing a scene where you end up fuckin her after beating her in battle, covered in ecto and sweat. Sometimes it gets weird and darker, like the possession stuff, Danny using his powers to peek, control, corrupt, or Sam and Valerie getting dragged into paranormal bullshit that ends with exhibitionism in public and everyone pretending it’s somehow normal. The game treats masturbation, toys, oral, anal, all that, like just another part of the school schedule. One day you’re doing Monster Dash crap outside, ghost chasing, next day you’ve got Jazz with her legs spread on your bed, vibrator in hand, staring at you with that “big brother, help me out” look that probably broke so many people’s morals. I was chasing 100 percent unlocks like a lunatic, checking scenes against random Google Docs, comparing saves across devices, even syncing screenshots to Dropbox like some horny archivist. And still, one little thing in the UI is mapped weird on mobile, every time I mis-tap that stupid button and open the wrong menu I want to scream, but I keep going because somewhere in there is one last unfinished route with Penelope Spectra or Ember or Valerie in full armor getting railed against a wall and my brain refuses to let that stay locked.

Guy shows up at dad’s fancy house, expecting awkward family reunion, gets hit with “oh yeah, dad got deployed, it’s just you and his insanely hot girlfriend now, good luck.” That’s literally the whole vibe. No slow warm-up, no big drama, you just drag your suitcase in, she opens the door in this tight top that looks like it’s two sizes too small for her tits, smiling like she’s trying to be “responsible adult” while those things are practically their own characters. The game leans into that tension hard. She acts motherly, but it never feels like a real mom. More like that porn-logic mix of MILF, roommate, and boss all in one, and the camera knows exactly when to sit behind you so you’re just staring at her ass when she walks up the stairs. I kept thinking “ok, chill, she’s just helping you unpack” while the game is out here zooming in on her bending over, panties peeking, like it’s a live strip show that isn’t supposed to be one.

What really works is how much teasing they throw at you before actually giving anything. She walks around the house in these shorts that eat her ass, picks something from a high shelf, shirt rides up, underboob just there, and the scene just ends. No orgasm, no big payoff, just blue balls and a save screen. She “accidentally” walks into your room in a towel. She forgets the towel is barely tied and it slips a bit, nipple almost out, and she pretends to be embarrassed but never fully covers up. There’s this one moment where she sits close on the couch to “talk about your feelings” and your point of view is just her cleavage filling half the screen, her hand on your thigh, thumb moving just a little bit higher each line of dialogue. Nothing actually explicit happens right away, but you can feel the game pushing that line, like “you gonna look away or nah.” And of course you don’t.

Later on when it does go explicit, it doesn’t suddenly turn into soft romance. She takes control. She knows you’re staring, she knows you’ve been jerking off thinking about her, and she milks that. The first time she goes down on you, it’s not some sweet loving blowjob, it’s her pinning you with her eyes while your cock is in her mouth, hand gripping your shaft like she owns it. There’s one titfuck scene where she makes you hold her breasts together while she moves, talking absolute filth, calling you out on being a perv for watching her in the shower earlier, and it feels like she kept a mental list of every time you peeked. The game loves voyeur stuff too, little scenes where you see her stripping through a cracked door, or she’s “changing clothes” in front of the mirror knowing full well you’re behind her pretending to look at your phone. There’s groping, grinding, her sitting on your lap in those tight yoga pants while pretending to help with “home stuff,” and she always has that slightly smug look, like she’s letting you have access because she decided you earned it, not because you got lucky. It’s messy, horny, and very much that fantasy of being trapped in a house with a thick, bossy MILF who acts like your guide in life while making you hard every five minutes.