Vanesa’s office looks like one of those high-end wellness apps tried to cosplay as a porn set and failed in a sexy way. Soft lighting, too much white, some fake plant in the corner, and this huge leather chair that basically screams “you’re going to do something you regret here.” You play this poor corporate drone who pretends to be there for “stress” and “performance anxiety,” but let’s be real, you’re there because she’s a futa shrink with big tits, lazy confidence and that slow way of talking that makes every normal sentence sound like a dirty suggestion. The game doesn’t waste time with complex fake psychology bullshit. She asks a few surface questions, looks bored, then starts poking at all your insecurities: your job, your dick, your relationships, your self-control. And she does it while slowly closing physical distance, touching your wrist a little too long, adjusting her glasses while staring straight at your crotch, that kind of teasing that hurts in a good way. It feels like those fucked up horny thoughts you get at work when you see a hot manager walk by and wonder what would happen if you just stopped being a decent human for a moment.

What I didn’t expect is how much the therapy vibe is used as an excuse to blur consent in this very specific “you are technically agreeing but you know she’s playing you” way. She gives you “exercises” that start innocent and then suddenly her hand is on your thigh, and you’re getting a slow, clinical handjob while she keeps this professional tone like she’s reading from a self-help audiobook. When she goes down for oral, she doesn’t transform into some wild porn actress; she stays calm, measured, like she’s testing you, watching your reaction as if she’s tracking progress on a chart. The best part is how she talks about your partner, like a case study. She keeps asking about them, how the sex is, what’s missing, why you’re fantasizing about someone else. Then she casually suggests “practice sessions” to help you “perform better at home,” which is fucking hilarious because you can literally feel she doesn’t give a shit about saving your relationship. There is this cold spark of ownership behind her eyes. The game calls it therapy, but it’s closer to grooming you into her personal toy, and the netorare/netori angle hits harder because it’s not loud or dramatic, it’s slow, it’s a creep of boundaries. One moment you’re fully dressed talking about stress, the next she has your cock in her mouth and she’s asking you, in this calm tone, if you think your partner could ever satisfy you like this. It’s intimate and fucked up at the same time, and the more you go back to her, the less you even pretend you’re there to “heal” anything. You’re just chasing that strange mix of shame, relief, and the feeling that someone smart and dangerous has their fingers wrapped around both your mind and your dick.

Selena is the kind of futa girl that walks into your brain and just sits there with her fat cock propped on the coffee table like she owns the place. The game throws you into her head right away, horny and bored, scrolling on her phone like half of us in bed, and then she taps that shady link we all know we shouldn’t touch. Suddenly there’s this dating app that feels like Tinder’s filthy cousin, full of older women with that “I know what I want and I will absolutely ruin you” energy. It’s not subtle. One minute you’re just checking profiles, next minute you’re in a private chat where some curvy MILF types “show me what you’re packing, princess” and you actually feel Selena hesitate, like she’s half shy, half ready to flood the screen. I loved that stupid little pause. Made her feel less like a porn bot and more like a dancer peeking through the curtain before going on stage in too-high heels, pretending she’s not trembling.

The spa date thing is where it got fun for my burlesque brain. There’s a scene where you’re picking the massage oil and my head just went off into costume-land. She’s lying there, towel barely hanging on, this older woman working her hands over Selena’s shoulders, talking slow, teasing, acting all professional. Meanwhile you choose the flirty responses, and the towel keeps “accidentally” slipping lower. I kept imagining a routine where I’m on a massage table, glitter on my thighs, a “towel” that is just useless, the whole crowd waiting for the first nipple to appear. At one point the MILF tells Selena to “relax your hips” while her fingers slide lower on the inner thigh, and the text box gives you this perfect choice: either play innocent or spread your legs just a little and pretend it’s because you’re “tense.” I clicked the second one so fast my mouse almost flew. The game really likes edging you with build up like that. But then sometimes it just jumps from zero to cock-in-hand in one line and you’re like, girl, we were just talking about cucumber water, what happened. I kinda liked that too, even if it feels like skipping half the tease.

What really stuck with me is how unapologetically thirsty the older women are. You get those chat logs where they talk about how long it’s been since they got “properly filled,” and then when Selena finally whips it out in the hot tub, there’s this ridiculous moment where the MILF goes from smug spa queen to wide-eyed slut, fingers circling the tip like she’s about to worship a new religion. I swear I want a routine just built on that shift, starting all aloof in a silk robe, then ending on my knees with lipstick smeared across a fake strap. The actual penetration scenes are dirty in that simple, honest way: spit, lube, hands digging into hips, MILF begging for more, Selena trying to stay in control and failing, cum painted over soft mom-belly and big tits. Then out of nowhere the script throws in some cheesy small talk about essential oils and I nearly choked laughing. The app chatting parts feel like something you’d do on WhatsApp late at night, full of typos and horny bragging, and the “date” parts feel like a porn shoot that forgot to hide the story. I kind of wish there were more nasty options, like truly mean teasing, or a path where Selena ends up used by a whole group of MILFs in the sauna. But maybe that’s for some future DLC I’m already mentally choreographing, with steam, wet skin, towels on the floor, and a futa cock getting passed around like a shared secret.

You wake up beside her again, same as yesterday, same as the day before that - except she doesn’t remember your face. Not your name, not the way her legs wrapped around you last night, not the promises whispered against her ear. Every morning, she’s new. Blank. Soft. The game makes you feel like a bastard just for thinking about it, but then it tempts you harder - because who’s gonna stop you when she forgets every touch by sunrise? It’s dirty in that way that crawls under your skin and stays there, even when you pretend you’re just “testing different routes.” Sure. That’s what I told myself too.

Then her twin moves in, and things twist tighter. She looks at you with that same mouth, same body, but she remembers everything. There’s jealousy hiding under her polite smile. The kind that says she’s thought about you when she shouldn’t. Her hand brushes yours in the kitchen - accidentally, of course - and the screen flickers because the damn render bug still isn’t fixed. Doesn’t matter. You can almost feel her breath anyway. Later, when she knocks on your door at night, wearing nothing but guilt and a thin shirt, you’ll swear the devs coded temptation into the mouse cursor itself.

The corruption route hits hardest. Not because it’s the dirtiest (though, yeah, it is), but because it tricks you into believing you’re still the good guy. You watch her sister sneak into your bed, watch the girlfriend forget, watch yourself become someone you don’t recognize. There’s voyeurism baked right into the story structure - half the time you’re spying on your own conscience. The sex scenes aren’t shy: lips, fingers, wet sounds, the whole mess of it. Yet somehow it’s the morning after that feels filthiest, when she smiles at you like a stranger again. The game doesn’t punish you for cheating - it lets you drown in it. And maybe that’s worse.

Charlie thinks he is just going to one of those boring business dinners with his dad, the kind where old guys talk about stocks and golf, and you just sit there trying not to fall asleep while scrolling TikTok under the table. Instead he walks straight into a slow motion car crash for his whole family, and the game makes you watch every second of it, like one of those trainwreck Reddit threads where you tell yourself “ok last post” and then suddenly you are fifty comments deep. The new partner, Marcus, walks in like he owns the restaurant, and pretty fast it feels like he owns the dad, the mom, the house, even the damn air in the living room. His son Tyler is there too, cocky as fuck, smiling at Charlie’s twin sister like he already fucked her in his head three times before dessert. Nothing crazy happens at first, it is all polite smiles and firm handshakes and “so proud of you, son”, but the camera keeps lingering on Skylar’s eyes a little too long when she looks at Marcus, and you just know that this shit is not going to stay wholesome for long. That is the fun part, by the way, it never jumps straight into the porn, it lets the tension sit there, like when you are in a crowded subway and you feel somebody standing a bit too close behind you and you are not sure if it is an accident or not.

Later, when they all start visiting each other more, the vibe in the house changes. Skylar in her elegant dresses that try to be modest but cling to her ass anyway, pouring wine for Marcus, laughing at his jokes, leaning forward so you see her tits almost spill out. She is pushing 40, but the game shows her like she is at that perfect age where she knows exactly what her body does to men and also hates herself a little for enjoying it. There is one scene where Charlie comes home and finds her in the kitchen, hair a bit messy, lipstick slightly smudged, dress hitched up just a tiny bit too high, and Marcus’s car is still in the driveway. Nothing is said, nobody confesses anything, but the way she avoids his eyes while pretending everything is “normal” hits harder than any cheap sex scene. And then, of course, later you see exactly what was happening in that kitchen, from a different angle, with her bent over the table, hands flat on the wood, big tits swaying while Marcus pounds her like she was never even a wife, just some thick bitch he picked up. The game loves this kind of structure, it shows you the innocent version first, then comes back and twists the knife, and honestly it makes you feel like shit and horny at the same time.

Claire, the twin, is on a totally different path, but it still circles around Marcus and Tyler. She is the pretty one, the golden girl, the type that posts gym selfies on Instagram and gets 3k likes from dudes with “alpha” in the name. When Tyler starts hanging around, she talks to him like it is nothing, but the body language is all over the place. Short shorts on the couch, legs open just a bit too wide, teasing him with these “you wouldn’t dare” looks. There is one moment in the pool where she climbs on his shoulders, laughing, while Charlie just sits there watching, alone, and the camera angle makes it too obvious she is rubbing herself on the back of Tyler’s neck. It is not subtle. Then later, when she finally gives in, she rides him like she has been waiting years for this kind of dick, big hands on her hips, her ass bouncing up and down, water shining on her skin. And she looks over Tyler’s shoulder, right into the imaginary “camera”, like she knows you are watching her destroy that good-girl image. Honestly, her moaning gets a bit too repetitive, like the same 3 lines on loop, and it pulled me out for a second, but after that I forgot again because the scene just keeps pushing it, testing how far she will go.

Hana is the only one who actually feels safe at first, the childhood friend, the sweet one who studies hard and sends you stupid memes on WhatsApp at random hours. The game plays her more lowkey, less obvious slut energy, more the girl you secretly want to marry but you are too dumb to say anything. When the whole BNWO influence starts touching her too, it stings different. There is this classroom scene, Charlie and Hana alone, desks around them, papers everywhere, where she admits she feels “weird” about all the changes, then accidentally lets slip that Marcus and Tyler “give her butterflies” because they are so confident. You can see Charlie die inside a little. Later, when she finally ends up wrapped around that same world, legs spread, dark skin and light skin mixing, being held down and fucked hard while she tries not to scream too loud, you kind of feel betrayed, even if you were waiting for the exact moment with your hand already on your dick. The game is not shy about the contrast, honestly, the way it shows the guys as big, powerful, almost too perfect, with the girls melting under them. It leans hard into that fantasy of being replaced, of watching your mother, your sister, your best friend fall under someone else’s shadow. And since it is kinetic, you cannot stop it, there is no “good route” where you save them and they stay pure. You just keep clicking, scene after scene, as your whole world gets taken apart and rearranged around bigger cocks and darker skin and women who moan louder for strangers than they ever did for their own men. Somewhere in the middle of all that, Charlie almost disappears, which is kind of the point. You are not really him anymore, you are the ghost stuck in the corner of every room, forced to see how far it all goes. And it keeps going.

You start as this ex–special forces guy who suddenly feels completely useless, which is kind of funny because he’s ripped, trained, all that macho stuff, and then some slime girl with tits bigger than his head just shrugs off rifle fire like it’s nothing. The world is getting chewed up by these dungeons that keep popping open like zits, monsters spilling out, magic everywhere, normal logic out the window. Then the whole “Awakened” thing kicks in, and he basically goes from soldier to magic freak with a hard-on, trying to clean up the mess in a way the army never trained him for. It’s not a heroic story in the usual sense, more like: “okay, the planet is screwed, might as well fuck my way through the problem while I’m at it.” The game leans into that. You go from room to room in these dungeons, talking to girls who really should be your enemies, but somehow they’re all stacked like hentai convention mascots and have faces that melt into ahegao the second your clothes come off.

The tone is weirdly calm at first. There’s this slow pace where you wander around the hub, poke different events, check who’s hanging out where, and it feels like a chill fantasy sandbox with magic and politics and people coping with monsters at the door. Then you stumble into a chamber and you’re suddenly pinning a demoness with wings and a ridiculous ass against a wall, stuffing her full until she’s moaning with that over-the-top tongue-out expression. The scenes are animated just enough, with these 3D-style CGs that loop and shift angles, and the dev is clearly horny for big breasts because every woman looks like gravity is just a suggestion. I like how the dungeon itself is part of the story, not just a corridor to spam fights. You discover weird rules, like doors that only open if you “satisfy” the guardian, or a cursed room that turns a regular battle into a domination scene where she tries to ride you into submission, then ends up getting creampied so hard the magic seal breaks. It’s stupid, but in a good way. And the facial detail when they hit that ahegao point? Uncomfortably good.

The slow-burn parts shine the most. Talking to a monster girl you fought last time and now she’s in your base, pretending she’s there against her will, while clearly waiting for you to take charge again. You learn bits of how their world connects to ours: some of them were human, some were born from the dungeon itself, and everybody’s sort of stuck in this war where sex and power are completely tangled. Couple of times I wished the UI didn’t hide the damn interaction spots in the hub because I spent like ten minutes circling around a tavern just to trigger one scene with a sorceress whose robe doesn’t even pretend to close over her boobs. That annoyed me and then I forgot because the next thing was her bent over a magic circle, gasping while you pump her full, white dripping all over the glowing runes. The domination angle is nice too, since you can play the protagonist as someone who enjoys having control in bed, even when the girl is technically a monster who could snap him in half. The writing isn’t “high literature”, but honestly it fits. Feels like reading a horny webnovel where the author really likes describing asses, and bodies, and that moment right after the creampie where her belly twitches and she pants and stares at you like “again?” and you’re like, yeah, obviously.

First time I saw this thing, I laughed at the title and thought it would be another fake edgy porn game that pretends to be dark and then gives you high school drama. It really is not that. The world here feels like someone took a fairytale kingdom, flipped it into a cold matriarchal dictatorship, then forgot to clean up all the blood and semen on the way out. You play this royal bastard, Mordred, stuck inside an order of female knights that looks holy on the outside and rots everywhere inside. Half of your time you are talking in candle-lit halls, watching armored women argue about justice while their boots are still wet from torture. The other half, you're either getting your cock worshipped or crushed by the same women who just gave a speech about honor. It has this strange animation style for the cutscenes, where faces twitch a bit too long, eyes linger a bit too low, and the camera loves legs a lot more than is healthy. Not that I complain. I will still complain that some hair keeps clipping through armor slightly in one of the early scenes and now I can't unsee it, thanks.

The cutscenes work like little theater plays. One moment you're in the chapel while a knight commander lectures Mordred about loyalty. You can choose to be respectful, mocking, or quietly plotting. If you push her too far, next scene she has you alone, back pressed to a stone pillar, gauntleted hand around your throat, other hand unbuckling your belt, her voice totally calm as she jerks you off like it's just another punishment. The animation is not "clean", it has small weird movements, fingers pressing into skin, her lips brushing your ear when she whispers about how dogs shouldn't cum before their mistress. And then another route lets you flip it, pin her instead, push her on her knees so her polished boots are on your shoulders while you fuck her mouth, the camera staying low on the floor to show her drool hitting the stone. It all feels like somebody actually thought about power, not just tits. Sometimes the pacing is terrible. There's a scene with a healer knight who spends so much time talking about ethics that by the time she finally lowers herself and licks along your shaft, I almost forgot this was porn and not a weird philosophy podcast on Spotify. But when her hands glow and she "tests" your body with magic while sucking you off, the mix of healing light and messy blowjob is honestly hot in a way I didn't expect.

What caught me is how the game keeps switching between being horny and being kind of mean. You have these RPG bits, turn based fights where you pick skills while staring at women in heavy armor who later will make you kiss their feet as reward or as humiliation, depending if you played submissive or manipulative in dialog before. One battle ends, and immediately you get a quiet little romance moment on the battlements, your commander resting her legs in your lap, telling you a story about the revolution while she uses your tongue on her toes like it's the most normal thing. The camera focuses on her feet, then her tired face, then your wet chin. Feels intimate and fucked up at same time. Sometimes Mordred sounds like a smug porn protagonist, sometimes more like a 4chan user who accidentally grew a conscience, and the game doesn't decide which version is real. That weird inconsistency somehow works. Oral scenes are everywhere: knights using you to blow off stress before councils, a noble girl who never touched a sword but uses her soft hands on your cock with this almost terrified curiosity, a rough alleyway encounter where you shove a rebel priestess to her knees and grab her hair so hard you see tears mix with spit. And yeah, some romance is there too, quiet scenes where you share stories on a bunk, fingers brushing, no sex at all, which almost feels more indecent because you know what both of you are capable of. The AI-ish CG makes some poses look slightly unnatural, like joints bending a bit off, but it adds this uncanny vibe that fits a world where power and affection are always twisted. I kinda wish they fixed that one scene where the armor strap just disappears between frames. They won't. And I will keep noticing it while I watch a holy knight choke on Mordred's cock like faith alone will not save her.

Prison is already kind of horny if you think about it, and this game just leans into that in a way that feels wrong in the nice way. You’re this broke guy who literally went to jail because he tried to keep his family from starving, and instead of endless soap jokes you get thrown into a “college program” that looks more like some cult experiment. Concrete walls, shitty fluorescent light, and in the middle of that you’ve got curvy professors in tight blouses, prison staff with asses that don’t fit in regulation pants, and a social worker who talks about “rehabilitation” while squeezing her tits together so hard you can almost hear it. The tone is weird, like half after-school special, half “what if graduation meant stuffing your cock between big soft breasts in the counselor’s office.” It actually makes sense in a twisted way: your ticket out is not shanking someone, it’s answering trivia and not getting distracted by the jiggle physics your brain is inventing while you look at the art.

The whole trivia angle sounds lame until you’re in the middle of a question and realize your dick is on the line. One wrong answer and the professor with the glasses and ridiculous rack tells you she’s “disappointed,” pulls her skirt down just enough to show you what you could have had, then sends you back to your cell with nothing but blue balls and the echo of her voice in your head. Then on another day you get on a streak, nail a bunch of questions in a row and suddenly you’re pinned to her desk, her big tits wrapped around you, lipstick smeared, moaning about “good study habits” while you try to remember if you even saved the family you went to jail for. There’s this one scene with the prison nurse where she pretends it’s a “full body check,” and she’s clinically stroking your cock, asking you random knowledge questions while you’re trying not to cum before you finish the quiz. If you manage to hold back and answer, she drops the cold professional act and just sinks down on you, riding you slow while the little health monitor blinks in the corner like it’s judging both of you. And yeah, sometimes the trivia itself feels like your high school teacher copy pasted Wikipedia after two glasses of wine, and a couple questions repeat in a way that makes your erection feel smarter than the script, but somehow that fits the whole cheap, wrong, horny together vibe. One minute you’re deep in some nonsense about history, the next the social worker’s bent over the metal table, you’re buried in her ass, and she’s still trying to finish a sentence about “emotional growth” while you pound into her like the only diploma you want is dripping down her thighs. It’s trashy, almost lazy in places, but there’s this dirty charm in seeing a grim concrete prison turned into a fucked up campus where every right answer peels off another layer of clothing and every oral exam ends with actual oral. You’re not just grinding stats, you’re grinding through shame and lust and the feeling that some ancient god is laughing at you while you try to balance general knowledge with the urge to blow your load all over your teacher’s big tits.

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There is something a bit fucked about walking into “your” apartment and your first real conversation is with a ghost that wants to blow you. Not in a fun, fluffy hentai way either. The game sets you up as this unlucky guy from the Devos bloodline, and the place already feels wrong before anything actually happens. Lights flicker, those cheap 3D shadows slide over the walls like they know your name, and then, boom, you look in the bathroom mirror and there’s a pale thing behind you that looks half depressed boy, half succubus. It smiles, and you’re thinking “ok, jumpscare?” but no. It kneels. That whole scene is animated with this weird slow hunger, and it’s honestly more uncomfortable than most horror movies on Netflix. In a good way, if you are into that mix of dread and dick worship.

The story pretends to be about solving a family curse, reading notes on your tablet, digging through old messages and voice memos your father left you, trying to understand who started all this paranormal shit. But the game keeps distracting you with horny ghosts and monster girls that do not respect personal space. You open a locked door with this simple puzzle and a ghost girl with empty eyes rushes up to you, sniffs your neck, then quietly asks if she can “taste living seed again.” That escalates fast into you pinned against the wall, her mouth deep on you, gagging and drooling, then suddenly she shifts on top and you are buried inside her while the UI is still pretending you’re investigating clues. At one point a femboi spirit in tattered underwear crawls out from under the bed, wraps your waist with this thin, shaky body, and just sinks down on you, riding in total silence while distant knocking sounds start in the hallway. Your MC is trying to ask “who cursed the Devos line?” while he is balls deep in a ghost that keeps tightening around him like it wants to drag his soul out through his cock. The game does not fade to black, it shows creampies in full detail, cum spilling from ghost holes that are not even supposed to be physically real. And then, after all that, the apartment goes quiet again, and you’re left scrolling through old diary pages on your phone, dripping, trying to pretend this is still about “mystery” and “romance” and not about how many times the dead can milk you before you finally understand why your whole bloodline is cursed.