There is something a bit fucked about walking into “your” apartment and your first real conversation is with a ghost that wants to blow you. Not in a fun, fluffy hentai way either. The game sets you up as this unlucky guy from the Devos bloodline, and the place already feels wrong before anything actually happens. Lights flicker, those cheap 3D shadows slide over the walls like they know your name, and then, boom, you look in the bathroom mirror and there’s a pale thing behind you that looks half depressed boy, half succubus. It smiles, and you’re thinking “ok, jumpscare?” but no. It kneels. That whole scene is animated with this weird slow hunger, and it’s honestly more uncomfortable than most horror movies on Netflix. In a good way, if you are into that mix of dread and dick worship.

The story pretends to be about solving a family curse, reading notes on your tablet, digging through old messages and voice memos your father left you, trying to understand who started all this paranormal shit. But the game keeps distracting you with horny ghosts and monster girls that do not respect personal space. You open a locked door with this simple puzzle and a ghost girl with empty eyes rushes up to you, sniffs your neck, then quietly asks if she can “taste living seed again.” That escalates fast into you pinned against the wall, her mouth deep on you, gagging and drooling, then suddenly she shifts on top and you are buried inside her while the UI is still pretending you’re investigating clues. At one point a femboi spirit in tattered underwear crawls out from under the bed, wraps your waist with this thin, shaky body, and just sinks down on you, riding in total silence while distant knocking sounds start in the hallway. Your MC is trying to ask “who cursed the Devos line?” while he is balls deep in a ghost that keeps tightening around him like it wants to drag his soul out through his cock. The game does not fade to black, it shows creampies in full detail, cum spilling from ghost holes that are not even supposed to be physically real. And then, after all that, the apartment goes quiet again, and you’re left scrolling through old diary pages on your phone, dripping, trying to pretend this is still about “mystery” and “romance” and not about how many times the dead can milk you before you finally understand why your whole bloodline is cursed.

Office jobs are already kind of horny if you think about it too long, and this game just goes “yeah ok, let’s stop pretending” and cranks that shit up. You’re this awkward guy dumped into a “professional” environment where half the people want promotions and the other half just want something inside them, and those two groups overlap way too much. On the surface it looks like some boring corporate ladder stuff, but the second your boss leans over your shoulder and that blouse dips a little, you realize what kind of story this is. She’s a total milf, all tight skirt and smug face, acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing when she bends over the desk. Then later she’s staring at you with that fucked-out ahegao face while you’re trying not to cum too fast like a damn teenager on his first porn site.

What got me is how the whole thing is wrapped in this office “productivity” vibe, with this weird drug floating around the company like it’s just another motivational tool. Drink this, get more focused. Take that, be more confident. Sure. Then suddenly your shy co-worker, who could barely look you in the eyes, is pushing you into a copy room with her panties already wet through her tights, whispering that she “doesn’t know what’s coming over her” while grinding on your thigh. It’s not subtle. One minute you’re clicking through emails, next you’re balls-deep in someone over a desk, watching her makeup smear as she tries to keep eye contact while sucking you off. The corruption angle is kind of sneaky at first, but then you start noticing how their clothes get shorter, how the conversations shift from “did you see that report” to “I keep thinking about your dick during meetings.” You end up half-playing it like a dating sim, half-like some horny lab experiment, testing how far you can push each woman just by steering your choices a little more toxic.

The animated 3D scenes are way filthier than I expected on a phone game, too. There’s proper movement, spit shining on lips during a blowjob, hips slapping, that little shiver when you finally slide in, and the expressions go from cold office mask to full-on ahegao, tongue out, eyes rolled, mascara running. Some of them are sweet and romantic, like when you actually try to be nice and you get this slow, shaky first time with a virgin character who’s clearly not ready and still wants you anyway, and yeah, it feels a bit fucked up in exactly the way your dick responds to. Others are just raw, like your boss kneeling between your legs under her own desk, trying to talk about quarterly results with a mouth full of your cock while someone knocks on the door. It’s messy, horny, sometimes a bit too cruel, sometimes weirdly tender, and the tone keeps swinging around just enough that you don’t know if you’re supposed to be the hero, the asshole, or the guy who just accidentally turned the whole office into his personal sex dungeon and kind of… went with it.

MC drags his ass back from college, broke, horny, kinda full of himself, and walks into this house where everybody pretends nothing is weird while absolutely everything is horny as hell. You’ve seen that whole “landlady and roommates” thing a thousand times, yeah, but here it’s your grandma’s classy friend stealing the spotlight like some milf-gilf hybrid that knows exactly how much power she has over a dumb young guy. She acts all gentle and wholesome, offering tea, asking about your grades, patting your cheek, then a bit longer hand on your shoulder, leaning too close, soft perfume in your face while her tits accidentally press on your arm. That kind of “oops” that is not an oops at all. And the game lives in that slow grind from cozy cuddling on the couch to “oh shit, I’ve got my dick in my grandmother’s friend while everyone else is asleep in the same house”.

What hits different here is how it mixes the cuddly romance vibe with some pretty filthy stuff without even blinking. One moment she’s tucking you in, stroking your hair, you get that sweet almost vanilla kiss, and ten minutes later she’s on her knees doing this lazy, teasing blowjob while scolding you for staring at her big ass every morning. And it keeps going deeper: anal, rimming, spit, sloppy handjobs under a blanket while the TV is on, titjobs where she’s laughing because you finish too fast, then making you do it again. There’s this whole thing with her “training” you, switching between femdom and fake innocence, calling you a good boy then turning around and letting you slam her from behind with this messy creampie that actually matters for the story. Pregnancy hints sneak in, those late-night scenes where she presses your hand against her belly and casually drops “What if I kept your seed inside me?” like that’s just small talk. Add in twins visiting, the neighbor with milf energy, a shy virgin girl from next door, and suddenly you’re juggling a harem where everyone sort of knows something is off but nobody wants to say it out loud. So you get group shower scenes where someone “helps” wash your dick, spanking games in the living room when nobody’s home, cosplay nights where she’s dressed like a strict teacher and you end up licking her pussy clean as punishment, and even weirdly tender footjob moments where she uses her toes and just smiles, telling you to relax. The game goes hard on urination and squirting if you push those paths, the kind of stuff where she sits on your face and just lets go, then acts like it was a totally normal “massage”. You get pegged if you’re into that, or you turn it around and go full maledom, choking and groping, bending her over the kitchen counter while the kettle is still boiling. Somehow, in between all the bdsm gear, toys shoved in all the places, lesbian side fun in the guest room, and her worshiping your cock like it’s some holy relic, it still keeps looping back to this weirdly warm romance where you two cuddle after ruining the sheets and talk about nothing in particular like the whole house isn’t one big slow-burning cheating festival.

College spits you back out, you drag your suitcase up the old familiar stairs, and the first thing that hits you is that weird mix of nostalgia and horny frustration. You’re supposed to be the “grown up” version of yourself now, but the house still smells like coffee, furniture polish and that floral perfume your grandma’s friend wears. She’s the one waiting inside. Not some generic landlady with rented room rules, but this older woman who clearly remembers you as “such a cute kid” and now can’t stop staring at the outline in your jeans when you stretch. The game leans hard into that shift, that strange moment where polite family-adjacent small talk slowly, painfully tilts into something that should probably be illegal in five different ways. It does not rush. It pokes at you. Constantly. Morning wood scenes, shower doors that never really close, “accidental” brushing of her tits against your back when she squeezes behind you in the tiny kitchen. You’re not being told “this is a porn game, go click sex.” You’re stuck in that half-realistic, half-fantasy zone where you creep around the hallway at night, phone screen low, pretending you’re going to the bathroom while you secretly hope to catch her bent over the washing machine again.

What hits hardest is how much of the actual play is just you existing in this cramped domestic space with people who all want something from you. Some want comfort, some want cock, some pretend they don’t want either. You spend a lot of time in small interactions: a hand on your thigh lingering just a bit too long during a movie, toes sliding up your calf under the table, a “help me with this zipper” that clearly doesn’t need help. One scene that stuck with me was when you’re on the couch with her, late, both tipsy, and she falls asleep half on your lap. Your hand ends up resting on her ass almost by accident. You can pull away like a good little boy, or you can let your fingers sink in a bit, feel that heavy warmth, smell her skin. If you push your luck she doesn’t jump, she sighs, like she’s been waiting for this exact mistake. It’s slow burn, but when it finally snaps, the game is not shy. You go from stolen glances to her on her knees, spit on your cock, mumbling how long she waited to taste you. There’s worship here, a lot of it. Your body is treated like a toy and a shrine at the same time: cock kissing, balls cradled, her laughing while she edges you with lazy strokes and then scolding you for almost cumming on her face without permission. At some point you realize half the house has their own angle on you, from the sweet virgin type who just wants cuddles and suddenly finds herself riding you until she squirts on your stomach, to the pushy one who uses your face like a seat and then pretends it never happened at breakfast. There is some goofy stuff too, like a cosplay night that starts as a silly joke and ends with you in handcuffs, her in a way-too-tight outfit, using a toy on herself while you’re forced to watch until she lets you join. The writing swings between affectionate and filthy in a way that feels messy, a bit clumsy, but honest. Sometimes the pacing drags and you’ll click through way too many “good morning” scenes for one butt squeeze, and a couple of side characters feel like they exist only to feed your dick without much personality. But then there is this tiny quiet moment where one of them curls up against your chest after a crazy group scene, tracing circles on your skin, whispering that she hopes you don’t leave again, and you realize the game is not only about fucking every hole in reach. It pretends to be just cheap smut, then throws in pregnancy talks, jealousy, cheating, a weirdly wholesome cuddle after you have her bent over the sink for anal. It’s messy, horny, a bit wrong, and strangely cozy in a way that will probably say something about your brain you didn’t want to know.