Briggs is absolutely the worst little bastard to put in charge of “bringing justice” to a kingdom, which is exactly why it works. The game throws you into this royal court where the queen is this insanely hot, thick-hipped tyrant with huge tits, zero patience, and even less modesty once you start messing with her. At first she’s all proud female warrior energy, barking orders, talking down to goblins and knights like they are trash under her heels. Then your goblin brain starts turning and you realize the whole palace is basically one big toy box for humiliating her in public. You sneak around, spy from keyholes, watch her bathe, catch her getting dressed, push little pranks that start as “haha funny” and end up as “why is the queen on her knees in front of half the guard with cum on her face.” The escalation is the fun part. It’s not just suddenly hardcore. It slowly slides from teasing and groping to straight up group sex in the throne room, while everybody pretends this is “discipline for the good of the realm.”

What I really liked is how many scenes are focused on her losing status, not just getting fucked. You’re not just clicking through sex, you’re orchestrating her fall. One moment you convince a knight to “check her armor fit” and the guy ends up with both hands buried in her chest plates, squeezing her huge tits while she tries to keep royal composure. Next moment, some noble walks in, sees her bent over a table with a goblin hand under her skirt, and instead of stopping it, he joins. Half of the time you’re basically a pervert director of a humiliation play. Voyeur scenes where Briggs hides behind curtains and you get full view of the queen, flushed and panting, trying to pretend she’s still in control while goblins grope her ass and spread her thighs for everyone to see. And when monsters show up? The tone shifts to this brutal fantasy corruption where big, ugly things pound her hard enough that her expression changes from rage to this broken, wet, “more” look. There’s a scene where she ends up mounted by a beast in the royal garden while the court watches, and by the end she’s begging to be filled, creampies dripping down her legs and into the grass, and everyone just laughs like it’s a show. It’s fucked up, it’s funny, it’s horny, and it never really pretends to be something noble. She starts as a proud warrior queen, she ends as the castle’s favorite toy, and somehow the goblin feels like the only honest one in the room.

Claire is basically that girl who moves to the big city with way too much hope and not enough shame, and the game knows it. It starts pretty harmless, like some casual romance visual novel on your phone that you pretend to play on the subway while actually staring at the hot guy across from you, but then it slides into the horny mess part very fast. You follow her through this messy “I wanna be an actress” journey, where every casting couch looks a little too soft and every director is just one compliment away from unzipping. The voyeur stuff sneaks up on you too: sometimes you’re not in the sex, you’re just watching Claire peek through doors, overhear moans from the next room, scroll some sketchy chat app, and your brain goes “okay, I should not be this turned on by her spying but here we are.” And yeah, it’s romantic, but in that trashy, late-night Netflix series way where one minute she’s holding hands on a rainy street and the next minute she’s face-down, ass up on a stranger’s couch, thinking about how this will “help her career.” Relatable? No. Entertaining? Absolutely.

What surprised me is how the sexy scenes and the relationship drama are mixed together so you never get just one clean thing. You’re in this big city full of lights and noise, trying to keep Claire loyal to someone who maybe deserves her, but every time the game throws some confident older guy, or a hot actress rival, or some creeper with money, your resolve kind of melts. There’s this one casting where you can literally feel her hesitating, like “do I open my legs or walk away,” and I actually paused the game, opened Telegram out of habit, then came back and still made the wrong choice, twice. Cheating is not some hidden bad ending here, it’s right in your face, baked into how you pick dialogue, how curious you let her be, how bold you push her. Sometimes she’s getting her pussy pounded while thinking about another person entirely and the writing doesn’t try to clean it up. It just lets her be shameless and confused and horny, and you either go with it or pretend you’re better than this and still click the nasty option. The scenes with her big tits bouncing during those “auditions” hit hard, but then suddenly the same boobs are in a quiet, tender bedroom moment and you’re like, this is cute, I hate it, do it again. And the worst part is the save menu button is slightly in the wrong place on mobile and it bothers me every single time I mis-tap it and end up in settings instead, but I keep playing anyway, watching this girl trip through love, sex, and city nights like a walking tarot card: Fool, Lovers, Devil, all in one slutty, confused package.

Erik comes back to this private island after a year away and the whole place feels like it’s holding its breath. That is basically the mood of the novel. Sunburnt paradise, empty villa, two twins walking around each other like they’re scared to breathe too hard because one wrong look and they are ready to fuck on the nearest piece of furniture. The story sticks you inside their heads a lot, both him and Lyna, and it hits that awkward horny childhood memory vibe, where you remember things you shouldn’t have stared at, touches that lasted a bit too long, late showers with thin walls. There is no “click this, choose that”, you just sit there and watch the tension grow while they pretend to be normal. It feels slow for a while, almost like the author is teasing you on purpose, with stupidly wholesome things like headpats, soft hugs, holding hands on the couch under some trashy Netflix show. Then there is that first real look, the moment he realizes her ass is not “little sister” anymore, and you can basically hear his brain break in silence. I run NSFW events, I saw people do kink performances in public, and still that quiet bedroom scene with nothing but eye contact and careful breathing felt filthier than a gangbang.

When it starts to go over the line, it really does not bother to pretend it is classy. You get a lot of dirty family talk, like, they lean into the taboo instead of hiding it. She teases him while he is trying to be the responsible one, climbs onto his lap, grinds slow, makes him admit he’s been watching her sleep. There is POV stuff that feels almost too personal, like you are the one between her thighs while she still calls you “bro” and says she shouldn’t like it this much. The game flips between him and her sometimes, and that makes the corruption hit harder, because you see how she talks about being a virgin and in the next chapter she is planning how to get his tongue between her legs without him running away. There is also a lot of focus on small physical kinks: toes on his lips, her foot pressing on his cock while she pretends to watch the waves, her sitting on his face like it’s totally normal. Then their mom Helga is on her way to the villa, and the vibe shifts again. She is not just “MILF appears, dicks out”. She has her own messy thing going on, a controlling presence, a bit of soft female dom energy, and she changes how both twins act. One moment it is this romantic, almost sweet incest bubble, and the next it is him getting jerked off under the table while Helga talks about family values and pregnancy like some twisted sermon. I actually hated one thing: there is a throwaway bit with a phone notification mid-scene, totally killed my rhythm, and then the story never mentions that chat again. It lives rent free in my brain. Still, when the anal and titfuck and all the other stuff finally explode after so much build up, it feels less like porn clips glued together and more like you followed two idiots all the way from “I will just hug you” to “I am going to fill my sister on the same bed we used as kids”. It’s wrong, it’s hot, it’s surprisingly emotional, and it really does not apologize for any of it.

You’re this guy in his late 30s, just moved into a pretty normal apartment building that pretends to be boring but actually everyone’s basically peeking at each other through half-open blinds. Your place is nothing special, cheap furniture, boxes still half unpacked, but the real focus is what’s on the other side of the walls. The woman next door is the first thing that stands out. She’s not some teenage anime doll, she’s a full grown woman, soft curves, tired eyes that still look beautiful, the kind of body that happens after life happens. There’s this sense that she’s lonely, but she’s not acting desperate. You catch her in the hallway in tight yoga pants, a tank top without bra, hair in a messy bun, holding groceries, apologizing because her keys fall from her hand and she bends over like the universe is trying to test your self control right away. The game really pushes that feeling of “I should look away” while you absolutely do not.

The first real hook is when you finally meet her daughter. She’s 18, clearly, which the game reminds you in a way that feels half-legal note and half fantasy fuel. She’s that type of girl who still has that teen attitude, plays with her phone while you talk, but also watches you from the corner of her eye when she thinks you’re not noticing. Short shorts, oversized hoodie, bare legs lazily d*** over the couch when you walk in for the first “friendly visit.” That scene is where the corruption starts really slow. You can act like a gentleman, be polite, look away when she notices you staring at her thighs, or you can push it, make flirty comments, “accidentally” sit closer, enjoy how she blushes and doesn’t really move away. The best part is that the game actually rewards patience. Like, if you don’t act like a total creep, she starts to trust you. She sends you texts at late night, selfies that start innocent, then a bit less innocent, and you’re there reading them with a stupid grin on your face and one hand busy somewhere else.

The voyeur stuff comes in very naturally. Thin walls. Open bathroom window. You walking past their door and hearing low voices that sound like an argument, or moans that are definitely not an argument. There’s this early scene where you hear the mom showering and the game gives you the choice: keep walking like a normal adult or pause and peek through the slightly open bathroom window across the inner yard. If you peek, you catch her with water running down her body, one hand braced against the tiles, the other slowly between her legs, eyes closed, whispering something that sounds like a name that isn’t yours. It feels dirty in the right way, not just “ah boobs again.” And depending how you’ve treated the daughter, your guilt or excitement hits different. You can also end up in these small romantic moments, like movie night on her couch with both of them. Mom in a loose T-shirt without bra, nipples poking through the fabric when she laughs at some dumb scene, daughter curled up with her feet in your lap, wiggling her toes against your crotch to “tease you” while pretending she doesn’t notice she’s doing it. The story tries to play between romance and lust, sometimes almost sweet, sometimes absolutely filthy, like when you realize the girl might actually be trying to use you to get attention away from some other dude while you secretly just want into her mother’s bed too. The game doesn’t hold your hand with perfect choices either. You’ll probably mess up at least one date scene because you picked the wrong dialog and suddenly the mom gets jealous or the daughter pulls back and you’re stuck looking through the peephole at what you could have had. In a weird way that frustration makes the good scenes feel hotter. Nothing is handed to you. You stalk, you play nice neighbor, you seduce, you fuck up, you try again. It’s not pretty, but it feels a bit too real sometimes, in that “I really should not be turned on by this” kind of way.