The house feels too quiet when Sterling walks in, the kind of silence that sticks to your skin. There’s that smell - old wood, perfume, something faintly sinful like memories that never left. You can almost hear the ghosts of laughter and moans tangled in the walls. Everyone looks at him differently now, not as the kid who ran off, but as the man who came back with a pulse full of tension. The women in this game, they don’t waste time pretending innocence. The so-called mourning period lasts about five seconds before somebody’s hand is somewhere it shouldn’t be. It’s messy, funny, uncomfortable, and hot in that way only forbidden things are. Sometimes you’ll laugh because the dialogue’s ridiculous, sometimes you’ll forget to breathe because a scene just hits that filthy sweet spot between lust and shame.

What I liked most was how it never feels clean. There’s domination that borders on cruelty, soft moments ruined by sudden gropes, a futa scene that goes way harder than expected, and those “oops-I-shouldn’t-watch-this” voyeur bits that make you squirm. Even the humor has teeth; it’s not wink-wink-nudge-nudge but more like someone laughing right in the middle of an orgasm. The harem thing isn’t just numbers - it’s chaos management, trying to juggle jealousy and desire while every woman (and not only women) seems one breath away from breaking the furniture. And then there’s that weird ache when corruption sneaks in, when seduction turns into ownership and you realize you kind of wanted it that way. The sound design helps too: low voices, wet noises that feel too real through headphones, that small gasp when a boundary gets crossed.

It’s not perfect - some pacing’s off, and a few scenes feel like they forgot their own setup - but maybe that’s why it works. Like old VHS hentai, rough edges make it human. It doesn’t pretend to be classy, it just drags you down into the mess and dares you to call it art while your pants are still around your ankles.

Ashley is the kind of protagonist where you look at her and instantly think, “Alright, this girl is absolutely going to make terrible life choices and I want front row seats.” You’re not just watching her, you’re inside her head, poking her toward either being a sweet good girl or a complete thirsty mess who rips her morals apart the moment a hot body with tattoos or a thick wallet walks past. The game leans really hard into that whole tension of “I shouldn’t do this” while already unzipping. One minute she’s trying to stay faithful, the next she’s eye-fucking someone through a bathroom mirror, then you accidentally click the “naughty” choice and suddenly she’s on her knees, pretending she’s still in control. And yeah, futa and trans stuff isn’t just some quick cameo. It’s right in your face. If you’re into futanari with real presence, not just background extras, this thing basically grabs you by the collar and sits you down.

What I liked a lot is how filthy it gets without turning everyone into brainless sex dolls. You get these big muscle guys, older dilf types with that smug “I’ve seen everything” vibe, and then futa girls who have more dominance in one smirk than most male MCs in other games. Ashley reacts to them differently depending on the path you are messing with. There’s this scene where she’s supposed to just do a little teasing strip in front of a webcam, private show, nothing too wild. You can keep it soft, show some skin, play shy. Or you can take the corrupt choice and let a futa viewer talk her into using a dildo on herself while some guy she knows in real life is secretly watching from another cam window. It gets that nice dirty voyeur feeling, like everyone is using everyone and enjoying it way too much. It almost feels like cheating on three people at the same time and somehow nobody catches you yet. I opened Twitter afterward and my brain was still half in Ashley’s mess, scrolling like “yep, that guy here would blackmail her for sure”.

And because I’m a harem ending addict, I kept hunting for ways to stack relationships instead of picking just one route. The game actually lets you build this tangled net where Ashley can be involved with a mature daddy type, a buff futa with a monster cock, and a softer trans lover who looks all sweet but talks her into dirtier things bit by bit. It’s not the usual “pick one final love interest” thing. If you play your choices right, she’s juggling several lovers, lying terribly, then somehow pulling it off. Sometimes the pacing goes weird, like you jump from emotional scene to straight-up ass worship without a breath, and a few dialogues feel like they were written while the dev was half-horny and half asleep. But honestly that raw feeling kinda matches the corruption tone. I just wish the game stopped hiding the juiciest multi-lover combinations behind super specific choices that you can miss with one click and then never realize it. Still, when you finally get Ashley in a room with more than one partner, everyone wanting a piece of her, big tits bouncing while she tries to act like this is all “just an experiment”, yeah, that’s the good shit. Not perfect, a bit messy, but it’s the kind of messy where you end up reloading a save because you want to see her fall even deeper.

This thing looks at you like some horny science experiment gone wrong and you kinda like it. It’s a card game, yeah, but it feels more like running a lab where every “test subject” is a musclebound anime babe who might grow a huge cock, lose some parts, gain others, and then fuck someone senseless with it on the next turn. You’re not just playing numbers, you’re basically designing porn logic. You tweak your avatar until it stops looking human and starts looking like your brain hosting a fetish convention: big tits, shredded abs, soft traps, thick futas, whatever. Then you throw them into card battles where every power-up looks like someone crossed hentai with a biology textbook written by a pervert. One card buffs attack, another triggers a mid-fight transformation and suddenly the cute flat girl on the art is swinging a monster dick, veins and all, and the flavor text is making fun of you for being into it.

What I really liked, and also kinda hated, is how the humor sneaks up on you. You’re there to jerk off, obviously, but the game keeps roasting the whole genre at the same time. You play a “serious” card that explains some pseudo-scientific hormone cascade, and the next card is a joke about “peer-reviewed cock growth.” I had to pause more than once because I was laughing at how stupid and smart it was at the same time, which is not what my dick wanted at that moment. Sometimes it goes too far into clown mode though. There was a combo where I stacked a bunch of transformation effects on my avatar, expecting some epic climax scene, and the punchline was basically the UI shitting on me for min-maxing horny stats like a spreadsheet nerd. Hot, yes, but also I spent ten turns for a meme. And I’ll never forgive how one card icon is like two pixels off center. Every time it shows up I remember it exists and my soul itches and the game never explains why.

The futa and trans content is not just “optional extra,” it sits right in the center of the deck. You’ll see a “normal” girl on one card, then a later version where she’s mid-change, soft bulge pushing against tight shorts, then the full reveal art with a thick shaft, heavy balls, still with that same cute expression like nothing happened. In one fight I triggered a chain where my tanky muscle girl got transformed into a smug futa scientist who then played her own experiment card on the enemy, and the animation was basically her pinning another girl to the lab table and fucking her into compliance while the stats updated in the corner. No fade to black, no shy camera, just full view: tits bouncing, cock sliding in, fluids everywhere, body shaking when the debuff lands. I opened this in Chrome on my main monitor, forgot Discord overlay was visible, and my friend ping popped up right when a futa climaxed all over someone’s abs. That’s on me, but still. The game loves to show off those cum shots like they’re proof of a theorem. You tweak, you play cards, you transform, and in the end the “result” is literally written on someone’s body. And it somehow feels exactly right for this weird horny Frankenstein card lab.