Harry’s last year at Hogwarts, and the war is over, but this thing is more like the horny epilogue nobody at Warner Bros would approve. You’re not the awkward kid anymore, you’re the guy who beat Voldemort and now just walks the castle with way too much confidence and way too much free time. The whole vibe is “what if those late night fanfics about Hermione got turned into a game and then the dev got distracted halfway through by puzzles and boobs.” It’s horny, clumsy, kind of broken in spots, and somehow that makes it hotter. You talk with Hermione, you poke at her, you push her, and slowly she goes from “prefect voice” to “okay fine but don’t tell anyone” and that slide is the real juice here. She’s still Hermione, always overthinking, always correcting you, even while her blouse gets more and more unbuttoned. It feels dirty in a very specific way, like you’re corrupting your own teenage nostalgia.

What sticks in my head is not even the titjob itself at first. It’s that moment you finally solve a stupid little puzzle just to unlock one more wardrobe item. I was on the bus, playing in browser on my phone, using Chrome like some degenerate, swearing in my native language because one riddle made no sense to me. Then suddenly, click, item unlocked, you go back to her and it’s like: “Oh. Oh, that changed a lot.” Her top a bit more see-through, her bra gone, or she’s pretending everything is normal while her nipples clearly are not normal anymore. One time I misclicked through her dialogue and skipped a line that probably explained a mood change, so it felt like she jumped from shy to “okay, take it out” too fast, but honestly that jank made it feel more like some messy student project you’re not supposed to see. The corruption is not super deep yet, more like a tease, flirting with the idea that Hermione is trying to stay the good girl while her chest ends up wrapped around your cock. The 3D look sells it in a weird way, too. Not perfect, not AAA, slightly stiff movements, but when her tits are sliding over you and she gives that half-annoyed, half-aroused expression, it kind of hits harder because it looks like a fan trying his best rather than some cold studio render.

When the titjob scene actually happens, it’s a slow burn that kind of pays off and kind of doesn’t, and I weirdly like that it doesn’t fully land. She’s there, kneeling or leaned close, pretending she’s only doing this as some kind of “deal,” still acting like she’s above all this filth, and you’re just watching those famous bookworm tits press together around your shaft. The camera angles linger more on her face than on your dick sometimes, which annoyed me but also made me focus on her reactions. Thanks, I hate it, I love it. There was one run where I spent way more time messing with a single wardrobe unlock than actually fapping, just because the puzzle was slightly too clever for my sleepy brain, and then when I finally got the payoff, my first thought was not “hot” but “this could be even filthier in the next update.” It feels like early access to someone’s personal fantasy, with all the rough edges still visible, and that makes the scenes with Hermione feel more intimate and trashy at the same time. You talk, you grind puzzles, you stare at sliders, and then suddenly you’re getting smothered by the smartest girl in Hogwarts using her breasts to jerk you off like it’s just another extra credit assignment she has to finish before exams.

You show up in this new town with one bag, no real plan, and parents who basically dumped you on your dad’s coworker and fucked off to chase promotions. The house you land in is way too nice for some “temporary stay”. Big quiet place, smells like coffee and perfume in the morning, and the woman greeting you at the door is exactly the kind of older neighbor porn sites have been shoving in your face since high school. She’s polite, sweet, talks like she’s worried you’ll be bored, but every time she turns around those ridiculous tits are fighting for their life inside her shirt and you already know “bored” is not on the menu.

The art looks like someone grew up on old Sunday morning anime and then got horny and never recovered. It’s not perfect on the technical side, you’ll see some weird fingers here, a slightly cursed expression there, but the faces have this smug, “I know what I’m doing to you” vibe that hits harder than super polished trash. Her body is crazy: wide hips, huge ass hugging tight skirts, breasts that stretch fabric so much you kinda expect a wardrobe malfunction each scene. When she leans over the table to serve you breakfast, boobs pressed on the edge, smiling like nothing is happening, it feels almost more indecent than when she’s straight up pumping your cock with oil and giving that lazy half-lidded look. One route had her casually wiping your “mess” off her boobs with a dish towel, complaining about laundry while her cleavage is covered in cum. That moment stuck in my head way more than the big money shots. I did wish there was more build-up to some scenes, but whatever, my dick didn’t protest.

They clearly had fun with the parody angle too. There are these little nods to that blue robot cat series that obviously lawyers would hate. A familiar pocket gadget shows up as some totally-not-copyrighted toy that “helps with stress relief”, which ends up as a stupid excuse for her to test how much your cock can handle. At one point she uses a “future massage device” that looks suspiciously like something out of that show, but now it vibrates against her tits while she traps your shaft between them and pretends it’s all some accidental test. The game doesn’t overexplain it, it just drops the reference and moves on, like “yeah, we know you watched the wrong stuff at 12.” Half the time I was chuckling, half the time I was trying not to nut too fast while she’s sitting on your lap, grinding that fat ass slowly, whispering how lonely she’s been since her own kid moved out. The only thing that annoyed me was the text box sometimes covering the good parts and making me click back and forth, but I kept forgetting to adjust it because, well, huge animated tits bouncing in a slow titfuck will do that to a brain.

You start as this mafia prince kind of guy, rich kid with a target painted on his back, thinking life is just booze, guns and pretty women, and then everything goes straight to hell in like two minutes. One ambush, a lot of bullets, and suddenly your powerful crime family is just red stains and broken windows. The game throws you into that chaos from inside his head, so it feels less like “I am playing a character” and more like “oh shit, that’s my dad getting executed.” It’s all from your eyes, even the sex, so every scene hits kind of personal. Not deep-artsy personal, just “yeah, I’m really here, my dick’s out, this is happening” personal.

Natalya, the bodyguard, basically steals the whole thing. She gets you out alive and then you’re stuck with her in this dry, endless desert, hunted, tired, horny, scared, and somehow still flirting in the middle of it. She’s not some shy anime waifu, she’s tall, scary, a little fucked in the head, with that soldier mindset. One moment she’s snapping a guy’s arm like a breadstick, the next she’s pinning you to a rock with her boot on your chest and asking if you’re “still a man after all that crying.” Half the scenes with her feel like foreplay even when nobody’s naked. There’s one bit where you’re hiding behind a broken car, bullets hitting the sand around you, and she just grabs your face, kisses you hard, then shoves you away and goes right back to shooting. Totally not realistic, but it made me laugh like an idiot.

It calls itself a visual novel, but it’s not only dialog boxes and “do you love her or do you love her more” kind of thing. You’ve got choices that mess with your score, some little combat-ish moments, and a bunch of paths where you can act like a loyal heir, or a petty asshole, or some horny idiot who thinks with his cock while hitmen are literally tracking you. Sometimes the pacing is like a wild house party where the music keeps changing mid-song. One moment you’re digging into who betrayed your father, interrogating some bruised thug about which rival family ordered the hit, and then boom, horny desert campfire scene where you’re half traumatized and half grinding against someone who probably killed more people than you ever met. It’s weirdly hot and also kind of messed up. There’s romance too, but “romance” here means guns on the table, bruises on your neck, and girls who tease you about being soft while they unzip your pants. At one point I forgot I was chasing the truth behind the massacre because I was too focused on getting a better “score” with one of the women, and when the game suddenly threw more soldiers at me, I actually said out loud: “bro, can I finish getting laid first?” That mood sort of sums it up.

Grief, horny thoughts and shitty autocorrect, that’s the basic vibe here. You sit in the skin of this older dad who suddenly has way too much free time because his only kid, Lidia, just flew off to some fancy university abroad. No more daily breakfast talks, no more nagging about homework, just a quiet house and a buzzing phone. The whole thing runs on text chats and little phone events, so you’re basically stalking your own daughter’s new life through WhatsApp-style messages and those fake notification popups that make you check your real phone like an idiot. At first it’s all cute and innocent: “Dad, I got lost on campus lol,” “Look at my dorm room,” typical teen stuff. You play the supportive, slightly awkward father, send her dumb stickers, give her clumsy advice about laundry and meeting new people. And then the conversations start drifting. Slowly. Painfully slow, in that “wait, did she just tease me or am I sick” kind of way.

There’s this moment pretty early where she accidentally sends you a selfie that is way too thirsty to be “for dad.” You can pretend you didn’t notice, or you can poke at it. The game totally lets you be that responsible parent who shuts it down, but of course the fun path is when you don’t. You joke back, she jokes harder, and suddenly the banter gets flirty in a way that would get your ass banned from most Discord servers. It’s kind of messed up, because the more lonely she feels at uni, the more clingy and playful she gets on the phone. She tells you about cute guys in her class, about some older professor that gives her looks, about drunk parties and how she “accidentally” forgot her bra. Then she sends voice notes about how no one understands her like you. Then she sends a pic where her top just “slipped.” You give “support,” she gives nudes. Fair trade, right? The game leans hard into that slow corruption thing: at first it’s fatherly pep talks, a bit of romance roleplay as a joke, then late-night sexting where she’s literally typing with one hand and telling you exactly when she’s about to cum. There’s a route where she starts asking you how to “handle” older men, and the way she phrases it makes it pretty clear she’s imagining you, not them. When she finally sends the first straight-up explicit shot, with cum dripping down her thigh, she frames it like she wants “advice” if she did it right. Like she’s submitting homework to daddy. You get that hit of “oh fuck this is wrong” and then you tap the next choice anyway. The dad’s side is not just horny either. You get these little details, like him scrolling through old photos of his dead wife while Lidia is live-texting him about how needy she feels. Sometimes he literally flips between an old family pic and a fresh shot of her tits, and your dialogue choice decides if he focuses on guilt or lust. The humor is dirty and kinda mean too, with her calling you a dilf in one branch and then playing it off as “haha just TikTok slang.” The teasing is constant: read receipts, typing indicators that stop and vanish, half-finished messages like “Sometimes I wish you were here to…” and then she deletes it and sends some safer line. The game knows exactly how to bait you. There are scenes where she’s in her dorm bed after a shitty day, crying in voice, and you can either comfort her like a normal parent, or gently nudge it into romantic territory, and both feel wrong in different ways. When she finally asks you to stay on the phone while she touches herself, whispering “pretend you’re here with me,” it hits that nasty sweet spot between romance and total taboo. Text based, yeah, but some of those one-line messages feel filthier than a whole CGI porn movie. And the worst part? The game lets you be genuinely caring, even protective, right in the middle of making her describe where your imaginary cum lands on her face. You’re basically roleplaying emotional support and perverted fantasy in the same breath, and the writing is just good enough that you kinda forget how fucked that actually is.