Malcolm is the kind of guy you scroll past in real life without even noticing. Skinny, nervous, always a little hunched like the world is too loud for him. The game just throws you into his messy life in Walkerville, this weirdly normal Texas town that keeps acting like it’s hiding something behind every white picket fence and church smile. He lives with his mom and his sisters, and yeah, the game does not pretend that everyone’s thoughts are pure. It starts small. A door not fully closed when his older sister changes, that one innocent towel slip that lingers a bit too long, a late night where he “accidentally” opens the wrong room and just stands there, watching, hand already twitching toward his crotch before you even realize you clicked. The voyeur stuff creeps in quiet, like it was always there and the game just lets you stop pretending.

What surprised me is how it mixes dumb horny jokes with moments that feel kind of raw. Malcolm wants to stop being this loser and “be alpha” or whatever, but you see him in front of his laptop, porn tabs open, jerking off to the thought of his own mother bending over the laundry basket, big ass filling the screen, and you can feel how pathetic he knows he is. The game lets you push him further. You decide if he keeps watching from the crack of the door or actually walks in when his busty mom is stretched over the couch, panties riding up, asking for “a quick back rub” that your brain instantly twists into something else. It’s dirty in a way that feels almost too close, like browsing Pornhub in a private tab and suddenly stumbling on that one “mom” actress that reminds you of someone you know. You can focus on straight stuff if you want, just tits, pussies, toys, bare skin under flimsy house clothes, that kind of thing. Or you poke into the futa / trans side of town, which the game flags clearly so you don’t wander into it by accident, and there’s this odd thrill when a girl you thought was just a cute neighbor ends up pulling out something thick and throbbing from under her skirt while still having soft curves and a wet, tight pussy. It makes Malcolm freak out a bit, and it kind of made me do the same, in a good way.

Scenes play out slowly, with that visual novel pacing where you click through every little smirk and every bad joke he throws out when he’s nervous. Sometimes it works, like when his milf mom calls him out for staring and you can either chicken out or double down and compliment her tits in this awkward, blunt way that somehow gets her blushing instead of slapping him. Other times it drags on while you just want to reach the moment where she wraps her lips around his cock or grinds her big ass against him in the kitchen and “accidentally” rubs the tip against her soaked panties. There is this one masturbation scene with his younger sister, caught on a half-broken phone camera in the bathroom mirror, where she thinks nobody is home and spreads herself on the sink, one hand on her clit, the other holding a cheap toy she probably ordered from Amazon. That part stuck with me way more than I expected. Not even the nudity, but the way she looks around, bites her lip, keeps whispering Malcolm’s name like she hates herself for it. The humor cuts through sometimes, with him making stupid inner comments while jerking to his own family, but then in the next click his cock is out in his room and he is stroking himself raw, trying not to moan too loud while listening to muffled sounds through the wall. It is messy, horny, a bit trashy, and doesn’t really care about being “nice”. Which kind of fits this town full of smiling faces and very dirty secrets, all waiting for Malcolm to stop pretending he is just a passive loser and start fucking his way into the role he keeps dreaming about.

This one feels like somebody took a regular isekai fantasy story, spilled porn all over it, then just went “yeah, that’s fine” and pushed it out the door. You start as this guy who somehow plays with both light and darkness, like he’s half holy hero and half horny demon, and everything around him is completely fucked. Worlds broken, reality torn, big cosmic mess that nobody is really fixing because everyone is too busy being hot and dramatic. Then, out of nowhere, his own sisters show up as his “unexpected allies” and it goes from epic adventure to “ok, should I actually be turned on by this or should I go confess something” in about two scenes. The game leans hard into this taboo vibe, like the universe is collapsing but you’re still stealing kisses and grabbing thighs in ruined temples while angels are screaming in the sky. It’s not subtle. One moment you’re arguing about destiny and fate, next moment you have someone pressed against a wall, panties around one ankle, while she whispers that she’s not supposed to want this. I was on Chrome on my laptop, had Telegram open on the side, and honestly kept forgetting to reply to people because the story kept throwing new crazy shit at me.

The thing that really stuck with me is how it jumps between romance and total depravity without warning. You’ll have this quiet scene with one sister sitting at a campfire, her hair all messy, talking about how she’s scared of being erased with the rest of the worlds. It’s sweet, kind of sad, you almost feel like you’re in some emotional anime. You choose the “nice” dialogue, she smiles, looks relieved, leans her head on your shoulder... and in the next click she’s on her knees, eyes glossy, calling you “big brother” with this broken little moan that hits you straight in the brain. I actually paused for a second and just stared at my screen like, the fuck did I just agree to. And then there is Lucifer, who should be this scary demon boss, but half of the time feels more like a smug dom roommate who shows up, beats your ass in a fight, pins your MC to the ground and basically goes “you’re not ready to save anything yet, but I might let you touch me if you beg nicer.” The Inquisition girls are no better. They act like they want to burn you for heresy and then end up half naked in some torture chamber asking you to “punish” them for betraying their faith. I wish the choices actually changed more stuff, but at the same time I don’t, because I kinda like getting dragged along this unhinged ride and just seeing how wrong it can get. The animations hit that messy hentai energy where sometimes a leg bends weird or the boobs move like they have their own gravity, but weirdly that makes it feel more raw, not less. I stopped noticing after the third corrupted nun begged me to fill her while the sky was literally cracking open above us and light and darkness were swirling around like some horny apocalypse. I honestly opened it just to kill a few minutes between YouTube and Twitter, and now I’m stuck thinking about a fake sister with tears in her eyes, saying she’d rather let the worlds die than give you up. I hate it. I want more.

Mounting Olympus feels like somebody mashed horny Greek myths with a furry Telegram group and then said “yeah, that’s good enough” and honestly, I respect that energy. You roll in as this very human-looking little himbo in sandals, and suddenly every goddess in the pantheon has a tail, ears, or claws and wants to see what you’re packing. It’s a simple visual novel, so don’t expect some hardcore min-max RPG thing. You’re mostly clicking, reading, drooling, clicking again. But the fun part is how fast it goes from “oh wow, I’m in ancient Greece, how pretty” to “oh wow, I’m getting railed by a smug wolf goddess on a marble altar while the stars are watching.” The game is pretty linear, so you’re not really juggling a million choices, more like being dragged by the hand through a horny museum tour where every exhibit wants to sit on your face.

The art is where it got me. It’s hand drawn and it actually looks like a person drew it while being very, very down bad, not like some clean AI mush. Bodies have weight. Tits hang, ass spreads, fur looks soft enough that I caught myself stroking my phone screen like a clown. Some of the goddesses are full-on animal girls, some are more “humanoid with just enough fur and ears to make you question your life choices,” and the sex scenes really lean into that. You get plenty of close-ups, expressions that change mid-thrust, messy fluids, all that good “oh, we’re really doing this” stuff. I had Chrome on my laptop, Discord pinging in the background, and I still forgot about everything else during this one scene where a towering lioness goddess pins you to a temple floor and just grinds on you until your character is literally begging. Dialogue is cheesy as hell sometimes, like those old Yahoo chat RP days, but in a way that fits. One line made me snort-laugh and horny at the same time, which is honestly talent.

Is it perfect? No. Some transitions feel a bit stiff, like the script just needed one more read-through, and once or twice the pacing shifts from slow burn tease to “ok, cock out now” so fast I almost got whiplash. Story wise, it’s more “sexy roadtrip across Olympus” than deep fantasy saga, and there are moments where you’re like, wait, why is this goddess suddenly super into me after two lines of dialogue, but then you remember you’re here for cum, not character studies. Still, the way they use simple VN tricks like fading the background while the goddess leans in close, or that little pause before a new CG pops up, builds tension better than some big-budget stuff on Steam. The best part is when the text lingers a bit too long on how a clawed hand traces your thigh or how a tail curls around your waist, then the scene finally hits and the illustration is like “surprise, you’re getting stuffed.” I wish the game let me replay individual scenes more easily without button mashing through all the build-up, but whatever, I still went back. It’s messy, horny, a bit cringe in places, and absolutely knows it, which somehow makes it hotter.

This thing feels like getting locked inside your own lingerie closet with a guy who knows every bra you ever bought and why. The game throws you right into this late winter street, cold air, nasty yellow streetlight, and then he’s just there. Not some shiny anime prince, more like that quiet dude from the back of the bus who suddenly stares straight into you and says your name too softly. As a designer I kept imagining what I’d put on the main character, like a thin white slip with lace cups that really shows the curve of the nipples when she breathes hard, but honestly it almost doesn’t matter, because he’s stripping you in his head from line one. The whole thing is basically him wrapping himself around you with words, like a silk ribbon that looks cute but tightens more every time you try to pull away. He talks like you already belong to him, body, thoughts, all your tiny stupid habits, the way you bite your lip, what color panties you wore that one day you thought no one noticed. It’s creepy as hell and also stupidly hot in that way you don’t want to admit when you close your laptop and pretend you were just “testing” a game.

What I liked a lot, and then hated, and then liked again, is how the story keeps making you second-guess yourself. You pick a choice that feels strong, like “back off, I don’t know you,” and he twists it into proof you’re scared of losing him. Then you pick something gentler and suddenly you’re deep in his little fantasy nest, where he’s watching you sleep and talking about how your body twitches when you dream. There’s one moment where he describes how he “rescued” you, and it honestly reads like undressing a mannequin in a store window: precise, slow, obsessive. He remembers the fabric of your coat, the way your thighs looked under it, like he’s fitting you for a custom bondage set made only for being tied to his bed. I kept wanting more description of the actual surroundings, but he keeps dragging the focus back to you, like your skin is the background, your heartbeat is the soundtrack. It’s annoying, in a very good way, if that makes sense. And the game doesn’t baby you about consent either; it really plays in that dirty, fucked up space where “no” and “yes” almost melt and you have to watch yourself not to slip too far into his logic. It kind of feels like a lace thong that’s slightly too small: pretty, cutting into your hips, and you keep wearing it anyway because of how it makes your ass look in the mirror.