Raven wakes up in Lustein with the kind of hangover you get from reality itself, not from alcohol. She knows three things: her name, that she’s a witch, and that everyone around her is way too horny for a Tuesday that doesn’t even exist. The town looks like some fantasy RPG town you half remember from an old JRPG, but somebody replaced half the NPC dialogues with porn hub comments and cult propaganda. On one corner there’s a prim girl in a hood preaching purity, on the next there’s a slime girl casually jerking off a tentacle beast in an alley, and both scenes feel normal after about ten minutes. The game doesn’t even apologize for it. You walk Raven around, poke your nose into “investigations,” and every lead about the mysterious Order somehow slides into another sex scene, another shady deal, another monster with way too much cock for its own skeleton.

What I liked is that Raven isn’t written like some clueless virgin protagonist who “accidentally” falls on dick every five steps. At first she’s confused, guarded, trying to treat every encounter like a real case file. You’re choosing dialogue options, digging for clues, following rumors about disappearances and strange symbols, but half the clue-givers are masturbating behind curtains or peeping through keyholes when you arrive. The voyeur stuff sneaks up on you: you accept a “stakeout quest,” thinking you’ll watch a corrupt priest meet his contact, and suddenly you’re crouched behind a crate, watching him get absolutely flooded by his own acolytes in a holy-bukkake ritual that looks like a blasphemous version of a Klimt painting. You can stay hidden, stroke yourself with Raven’s gloved hand while the scene unfolds, or reveal yourself and twist the ritual to your own kind of magic. The game pretends it is about an investigation, but it is actually about how far you push her corruption, how much you let Lustein leak into her soul and underwear. There’s turn based combat, sure, but it’s the kind of combat that laughs at normal balance. You’re casting spells that bind tentacles, seduce bosses, or literally masturbate mid-battle to charge a corruption bar that works like mana and moral decay at the same time. An early battle with a raven-headed knight is still stuck in my head: the fight starts like normal, you exploit his weak point, suddenly his armor snaps away and what’s under it could never fit in that plate mail. You can finish him “properly” with fire and hexes, or stun him using a seduction stance that turns the screen into a slow striptease, then ride him until he swears fealty with a mouth full of your magic. There is this absurd tension between “I am saving this world” and “I am absolutely getting railed by it.”

The outfits are not just costumes; they feel like alternate timelines for Raven. You change from a modest witch dress into a shredded leather top and thigh-high boots, and the game quietly adjusts how people react. That prim Order nun earlier suddenly stops seeing you as possible recruit and starts looking at you like potential prey, cornering you later in a side chapel and suggesting “purification” that involves ropes, candles, and her tongue taking a pilgrimage between your legs. Another time I put Raven into a delicate, almost scholarly robe, and went to a monster-infested forest. Bad idea. The tentacle plants there literally respond differently, coiling around her as if they’ve found a rare flower and need to pollinate it from every angle. You’re given choices, but a lot of them feel like you’re only choosing how filthy things get, not if. One quest has you investigating rumors about a masked witch corrupting villagers. Plot twist: that witch is basically you from the future if you dive too far into the hentai logic of Lustein. Fighting her in turn-based battle is weirdly arousing and tragic: magic circles, mirrored incantations, her taunting you with what you will become, then pinning you down with living chains while she pours her “knowledge” into your mouth. The best part is I hated some tiny UI things, like how the log sometimes hides a line you want to reread during a particularly heavy lesbian ritual, and I will complain about this in my head forever, but at the same time, when Raven kneels in a ruined library, covered in monster cum, reading sigils from a soaked grimoire while fingering herself to unlock a new spell, I forget everything else. It feels like those old fantasy paperbacks where the margins are full of notes from some horny reader before you, except now you’re the one writing them on Raven’s skin.

Coming back to this house feels dirty in all the wrong and right ways. Your parents are both gone and yeah, the game throws that at you with a kind of “sorry, shit happens” energy, then casually pushes you toward the front door of the woman who basically helped raise you. Monica opens the door and it hits you at once that this isn’t the “auntie” from your memories. This is a walking porn category: tight dress, heavy curves, ass that probably has its own gravity field, and a smile that clearly isn’t parental. She still calls you “sweetie” like you’re twelve, while her tits are almost falling out. It’s grossly comforting and also horny in a way that makes you feel like you need a priest and a cold shower, but you still click the flirty dialogue because of course you do.

The really fun, fucked up part is how the game plays with who gets a say in all this. You’ve got Monica and her two daughters, who grew up with you like sisters, and now every route is teasing where the line is. One moment you’re having this normal reunion chat in the living room, the next you notice the younger girl bending over in shorts that barely count as clothing, camera angle planted right on her ass, and the game nudges you: stare or look away? You don’t “ask” for consent here, you poke at the system and see how far you can push things without them snapping. It feels like watching your own brain on Pornhub addiction. You get these choices that pretend to respect boundaries, then reward you hard when you quietly ignore them. Peek through the slightly open bathroom door? Of course, the game gives you a juicy CG of her naked and wet, then later acts like the universe forgot you did that. As someone who actually thinks about consent stuff in games, it’s both interesting and a bit fucked, because the story keeps telling you “this is wrong” while the mechanics go “nice job, here’s another panty shot.”

The side characters twist the knife more. There’s this smug neighbor who clearly wants Monica’s attention and talks about her like she’s a prize to win, and the game lets you either out-creep him or play the “good guy” while still spying through windows at night. You get scenes where you “accidentally” walk in on two girls making out, or end up sandwiched between a group of drunk friends grinding on you during a party, and nobody in the story ever really gives a full, clear “yes” in a real-world sense. They’re flustered, embarrassed, teased, humiliated a bit, but somehow always positioned in a way that their bodies say yes even if their mouths say “stop being a perv” for formality. That’s the core kink here: the fantasy that people secretly want you to push them, to nudge past their comfort if you’re just charming enough. Ethically, it sucks. As porn, it’s hot. Those two truths sit together the whole time, like watching a messy relationship on Instagram that you know is unhealthy but you still stalk every story update. Sometimes the game pretends it’s about “romance” and “healing old wounds” and you almost believe it, then it throws you a choice like “grope her in public or stay polite” and, yeah, it knows exactly what site it’s being played on.

Max starts out as this broke dude in a cramped place, surrounded by women who are way too hot for that shitty apartment. Mom is trying to keep everything together, pretending she’s just a “normal” mother, while her body is screaming another story every time she bends over the table. The two sisters are different flavors of trouble. One has that cute teen attitude, fake innocence, all “oh big brother, what are you doing in my room?”, the other already walks around the house like she’s auditioning for a porn shoot she doesn’t know is happening yet. Then suddenly this huge house drops on your head from the missing dad, with a pool so big it feels obscene, and no money to match it. So you’re poor as hell in a rich place, stuck in a sexy zoo where every cage is unlocked. The game basically asks: how much of a pervert can you be without anyone throwing you out.

What really sells it is how it plays with corruption. At first, everyone acts like family is family, “we don’t do that”, all shy and careful. You peek at mom in the shower “by accident”, she yells, covers herself, but you still remember the shape of her tits more than the shouting. A little later, you catch her late at night, alone with a glass of wine, robe half open, and the game lets you push your luck. One compliment turns into a hand on her hip, that turns into you noticing she doesn’t pull away, and suddenly the “good mother” is letting you stare too long at her cleavage. Same with the sisters. You start with stupid harmless things like “oh, your skirt is too short” while your eyes are down there for way too long, and end up with your cock in someone’s mouth while she’s glaring up at you, half pissed, half turned on. The first time you cum in a mouth here, it actually feels like you crossed some line that shouldn’t be crossed, not just clicked through another scene. And the game laughs about it, throws in little jokes, stupid memes, like it knows this whole situation is fucked up and still keeps poking you to go deeper. The humor is kind of trashy, sometimes it lands, sometimes it feels like that awkward friend who repeats the same dirty joke, but somehow that also fits the vibe. You spy on them, you listen at doors, you stand at the edge of the pool pretending to check the water while you’re just staring at wet panties. There are moments where you wish the money side of the story did more, but it mostly exists to justify why everyone is stuck together, touching way more than any normal family should. And yeah, the small stuff like certain lines repeating or one scene dragging too long will annoy you, but by the time mom is slowly getting used to your hands on her ass and the “innocent” sister is kneeling between your legs, gagging a little while you hold her head and fill her mouth, you won’t be thinking about that at all.

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.