You start as this guy who got totally screwed over by life. Framed for killing his own father, thrown in prison, years just gone. When he finally walks out, the whole vibe of the world feels off, like reality forgot how to be normal. And then his dreams stop being just dreams. One night you’re staring through your own eyes, next night you’re suddenly in this other place, like a sci-fi fantasy city with neon and magic at the same time, stuck in a tight POV view with a monster girl pressing her huge tits against your chest, asking why you keep running from “your power.” She’s got horns, a tail, and an ass that fills the whole screen when she turns. You’re supposed to be scared, she’s talking about fate and monsters and some cosmic war, but instead you’re watching her lips as she wraps them around your cock and drools all over it, eyes rolled back in full ahegao while you’re still half sure this is a nightmare. It’s not. Not really. Every time you cum, the dream world reacts, like you just flipped a switch in some forgotten machine.

Then, outside of dreams, your life is this weird mix of murder mystery and porn logic. You’re “trying to rebuild yourself,” but what actually happens is you keep meeting women who are way too into your mess. The milf neighbor who knew your father and keeps “comforting” you by letting your hands wander under her blouse, whispering that you’re so much bigger than he was while she grinds on your thigh. The shy virgin cosplay girl who acts like a nervous little mouse in the day, then shows up dressed as some space elf at night, kneeling between your legs with glitter on her cheeks, giving you slow, sloppy oral and stopping every few seconds to tease you with just the tip between her lips, like she’s roleplaying she never did this before. She says she wants to help “investigate” your case, but somehow the investigation scene ends with her riding you, big tits bouncing, begging for a creampie so hard she forgets the whole point of the conversation. Sometimes you get to flip things and go full male dom, hand around a throat, fucking her from behind until her tongue’s out and she’s moaning like a broken toy. Other times the game flips you on your back and lets a dominant woman sit on your face, grinding her pussy over your mouth while she uses a vibrator on your cock and denies you until your vision almost fades. There’s anal, voyeur moments where you spy two monster girls going at it in a shower, footjobs from a smug heroine who claims she “won’t touch you with her hands,” titfucks where your cum ends up all over soft big breasts, toys shoved into dripping holes while you stand there, watching, choosing whether you help or just enjoy the show. In the middle of all that, you’re chasing clues about your father’s death, unlocking superpower stuff tied to sex and emotions, and somehow building a harem of humans, milfs and literal monsters who all want a piece of you. It’s messy, horny, sometimes actually emotional for a second before someone gets groped against a wall and you forget what you were even talking about.

Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

GUPP die Film feels like someone took a military fetish fever dream, stuffed it into a horny school parody and then just let it spin out of control in the best, trashiest way. You’re glued in POV most of the time, so everything hits very direct: when a futa officer with ridiculous big tits leans over your desk and grabs your cock for a lazy handjob while still talking about “tactics”, it feels messy and personal, not neat. The whole thing pretends to follow some “serious” story about tanks and war and school life, but honestly, the only big battles that matter happen in your pants. I kind of love how it never really decides if it’s a war drama, a dumb comedy, or just a long excuse for you to get drained by a harem of aggressive girls with huge asses who treat your virgin status like a resource to be exploited.

Some moments stick hard. Like the first time you get shoved against a locker by this tall futa commander in a school uniform that clearly doesn’t pass dress code, her thigh pressing between your legs while she orders you to open your mouth. No gentle build up, no romantic music, just a rough oral scene right there, boots squeaking on the floor, her dick slapping against your tongue while she keeps your head in place with one gloved hand. Then, in the same route, she suddenly goes slow and makes you lick the tip like it’s some kind of holy ritual and you’re thinking, ok, which personality are we on now? The game is full of those flips. One girl rides you in vaginal sex like she’s trying to break your hips, yelling about victory and formations, then five minutes later she’s blushing like a shy schoolgirl when you cum inside and there is that thick creampie dripping down between her thighs in this weirdly sweet closeup. The 3D style makes all the jiggling and the way their feet curl during orgasm look almost too real sometimes. There is a footjob scene on a couch where the camera just stays low, staring at her soles rubbing your shaft, and I swear it lingers there longer than some people’s entire sex lives. It’s stupidly indulgent. I liked it. I was also kind of annoyed because her toenails are perfect and I kept waiting for at least one chipped nail to make it feel human, but no, they’re like anime toenails, forever flawless.

The “harem” part isn’t just a tag someone slapped on. Once the routes start crossing, you end up in these ridiculous stacked situations, like being pinned under one girl’s big ass while another one sits on your face and a third is arguing about who gets your next load. You barely see your own body, which somehow makes the female domination hit harder. They talk about you like a toy, like a strategic asset, and even when you’re technically choosing options, it doesn’t feel like you’re in charge at all. Kind of hot, kind of frustrating. I had one scene in Chrome while also half-watching some tank documentary on YouTube in another tab and it accidentally synced up, so you have the narrator talking about flanking maneuvers while this girl with massive tits is bouncing on you in POV, her ass slapping against your thighs, drool on her lips, and it just felt wrong in exactly the right way. Still, some transitions are rough, like you finish a creampie and suddenly you’re in a classroom again with no clean-up shot, no sticky thighs, nothing, and I keep thinking, where did the cum go, is there a lore answer for this? There isn’t, of course. The game just shrugs and throws another blowjob at you. And by then you don’t really argue.

This thing calls itself “Life is Vanilla” but it’s really that messy, horny, half-true story everyone swears they’ll never tell in public, then dumps in a group chat after three beers. You’re in control of this awkward 18-year-old guy who talks big, watches way too much porn on his phone, and still loses eye contact whenever a girl actually pulls her top halfway up. It has that vibe of early uni convention season, where you’re juggling class, cheap weed, cosplay plans and wondering how the hell other people are already fucking in bathroom stalls while you’re arguing about Marvel canon. The tone jumps a lot: one moment it’s goofy jokes and dumb memes, then suddenly you’re watching your character get his first handjob in a cramped room and the camera just stays there, way too intimate, like you accidentally opened someone’s private Snapchat. It’s all 3D styled in a way that sometimes looks hot as hell and sometimes looks like everyone got slightly too much botox, but somehow that kinda fits the awkward sex energy. And yes, there is a lot of focus on big tits and big asses, not “tasteful” or subtle, more like the game knows exactly why most people click it.

What actually works for me is how it treats virginity and cheating in the same universe without pretending to be moral about it. Early on you’re still a clueless virgin who freaks out when a girl starts slow teasing, grinding on your lap while still fully dressed, just her shirt riding up and your brain short-circuits. Then later, you’re in these situations where some girl who absolutely should not be touching you is doing it anyway, like a “I have a boyfriend but he’s boring” type, sliding her hand into your pants while she keeps talking about totally normal stuff so no one notices. The game doesn’t pause to judge her, it just lets you enjoy the fucked up thrill. There is a scene in a shared apartment kitchen that really stuck with me, the kind of fake-casual exhibitionism where she “accidentally” bends over a bit too far, no panties, pretending to search a lower cabinet while the MC is desperately hiding his boner behind a cereal box. It makes group sex later on feel like a natural train wreck of all the small bad decisions. Of course there’s oral, creampies, clothes coming off in the worst possible order, that thing where a girl spits on your cock first and smiles like she just discovered a cheat code. Weirdly, the only thing that really annoyed me was one shirt texture on a side girl’s outfit that looked cheap as hell. I kept staring at it every time she stripped, which is the most unsexy complaint to have, but it just pulled me out of it and then I’d forget what line I was even reading in the scene. Anyway, it all plays like someone’s overconfident memory of their youth, mixed with shit that obviously didn’t happen, and that chaotic mix is kind of the whole charm, even when it’s trying way too hard and somehow not trying at all at the same time.