This thing feels like someone smashed a bloody vampire revenge story together with a porn addict’s search history and then just said “yeah ok, that’s the game now”. You start as either a pissed-off guy or a pissed-off girl, both with that “my life’s a mess and something supernatural is going on” vibe. The city feels half modern, half weird gothic fantasy, like you’re walking home from work and suddenly there’s a mind controlling monster girl in the alley who wants way more than directions. One moment you’re trying to figure out who ruined your old life, next moment you’re on your knees, some smug bastard using you like you’re part of the furniture, and the game just treats that as a normal Tuesday. A lot of scenes feel less like “romance” and more like “ok, you lost control of your own body, enjoy being turned into a toy”. The mind control parts are uncomfortable in a hot way if you’re into that: you click one choice and suddenly your character is begging to suck cock they clearly don’t want to, talking all dirty while their inner monologue is basically screaming.

The fun part is how the game lets you shift between feeling like a predator and feeling like someone’s fucked-up pet. As male MC you can go from getting blackmailed by some bastard with evidence of your past, forced to watch as your body gets used by a group, to later on having a terrified girl tied up, big tits shaking, and you decide if you’re “merciful” or you just pull her hair and go for a brutal anal creampie. When you play as the girl, it hits different. Humiliation is everywhere. There’s a scene where your character wakes up chained, ass in the air, blindfolded, and you only understand how many guys are in the room by the number of hands groping you and random cocks pressing against your lips. You don’t even see faces at first, just animated bodies and dripping fluids, the game focusing on every little movement, and you’re stuck picking dialogue that sounds like porn comments: “Please, not there” vs “Keep going” while you know neither one really saves you. I still keep thinking about this one lesbian scene where you’re forced to pleasure a milf vampire, licking her while she casually talks to someone else in the room like you’re not even human, more like a sex pet that cleans her with her tongue.

Then you have the “story” part, with this whole revenge plot, monsters ripping people apart, and some really graphic violence that drops in between blowjob chains and gang bangs. You can go from a sweet teasing scene where someone just traces a finger along your big ass, almost romantic, to the next chapter where that same person is ordering others to hold you down so they can fuck your throat until you pass out. Group sex is everywhere, and not in a soft friendly way; more like bodies piling on, your character shoved from one cock to another, holes shared, someone finishing deep in your pussy while another fills your mouth and a third just fingers your ass because why not. Sometimes you’ll be the one doing the groping, sometimes you’re being held by monster girls with claws gently on your neck while they grind on you. The game loves long oral scenes, like, “you’re stuck for five straight clicks just sucking and choking” long. It can be pretty hot, and then suddenly it kicks you in the gut with a dark choice like “do you torture this captive more to get info, maybe reward yourself with her body after” or “risk sparing her and get betrayed later”. The revenge stuff actually makes the sex feel meaner, like everyone is using bodies as weapons and rewards. And yeah, the UI font is kinda ugly and I still hate the sound that plays when you skip text, but I kept playing anyway, telling myself I was here for the mystery while clicking straight into another bondage scene.

This one feels like opening a quiet married life and finding a hidden door behind the closet, the kind of door you should not touch if you want to stay “good”. You start as this regular wife, soft and a bit shy, the type who believes in rings and forever. She has a husband, a routine, nothing crazy. Then tiny things begin to push her. A look from a stranger lingers one second too long. A hand stays on her waist when it should have let go. She tells herself it is nothing, but you already feel how thin that word “nothing” is. Every choice is like sliding one more button open, not just clothes, but the whole soul.

What makes it hit different is how slow the poison moves. The first time she lets another man touch her hand, it feels almost innocent, like “oh, he is just being friendly,” while you know he is already undressing her in his head. When she wraps her fingers around him under the table and pretends she is just reaching for her phone, it is so wrong that it burns, but also strangely sweet, like cheap wine that makes you dizzy too fast. The game loves that line between “I should stop” and “just a little more”. She gives a blowjob in the back of a car and spends the ride home wiping her lips and rehearsing what lie to tell her husband, and you watch that guilt mix with this wild new pleasure that she did not even know she could feel. That first time she lets someone slide inside her, not her husband, there is no dramatic music, just messy breathing, a bed that is not hers, and the heavy thought that some doors do not close again. You see her texts, the late-night chats, the way she pretends to be tired when her husband wants sex because she already had her cunt filled earlier by someone else. She still says she loves him, and in a sick way, you believe her.

I kept thinking about fate while playing, like maybe she was never meant to stay loyal, maybe her “destiny” is to become this hotwife that every man uses in secret. The corruption is not magic, it feels like real life, like all those stories you read on Reddit at work when you should be doing spreadsheets. Each scene pushes her moral line a bit further until the word “cheating” almost loses meaning and becomes just “Tuesday”. You can let her fight it or lean into it, but the gravity always pulls her toward darker stuff: letting another guy cum in her and then going home to ride her husband, pretending she is tight only for him, when you know she is still dripping from before. Oral turns from something she does for love into something she does because she craves the taste, any dick, any time. Handjobs in places she should not even be aroused, quick vaginal fucks in bathrooms, the kind of secret filth that would destroy a marriage in one second if found. I liked how sometimes scenes feel almost romantic with the wrong man, like her heart is cheating too, not just her body, and sometimes it is just raw, ugly lust with no feelings at all. And yeah, part of me wanted her to stop and be a good wife again, but another part already accepted that the good wife died the moment she smiled back at temptation.

You know that feeling when a new neighbor moves in and your brain instantly writes a porn plot before you even see their face? This game grabs that exact feeling and just runs way too far with it. You’re a regular guy trying to live a quiet life, until Claire shows up next door with her husband and your libido basically signs a contract with the devil. Claire’s got that thick “I married the wrong guy but I still like expensive wine” look, big tits barely fitting in whatever she wears, big ass you’re definitely staring at while pretending to talk about trash collection. The first meeting is almost normal, awkward smiles and small talk, but the game does this thing where the sound of her voice sticks in your head long after the scene ends. Soft, slightly husky, a bit older than you expected, and you can literally hear your character’s self-control leaving the room. Or maybe that was just mine.

The trick is that the real filth doesn’t start with her in the daylight, it starts when you fall asleep. The dream sequences hit fast, like your brain was already preheated. One moment you’re lying in your boring bed, listening to some low ambient hum, the next you’re in this hazy, wet-focus fantasy where Claire is suddenly a lot more honest about what she wants. The soundtrack really leans into that foggy, horny half-sleep vibe: slow pads, a little reverb, almost like old-school chillout playlists on Spotify, but then you realize the rhythm matches the way she’s sliding down on your cock. Oral scenes are especially nasty here, in a good way. The sound design for her sucking you off is… yeah, it’s not subtle. There is spit, there is gag, there is that slurpy loop that almost annoyed me and then somehow made the whole thing hotter. I hated it and replayed it three times. The facial expressions are a bit uncanny sometimes since it’s that AI art style, but it kind of works for the dream angle, like your brain can’t fully render her but your dick doesn’t care.

Outside the dreams, the game plays with guilt and blackmail in a way that’s actually more uncomfortable than I expected. You start getting these hints that someone knows about your wet little night movies, and suddenly the fantasy of “I’m fucking my neighbor’s hot wife” flips into “oh shit, someone is using this to twist both of us.” There are moments where you’re watching her bend over for her husband, and the game makes you hear the echo of how she moaned for you in the dream. That’s where the cheating and netorare stuff kicks in hard. You’re turned on and kind of miserable at the same time, which is weirdly addictive. At one point I was listening more to the muffled bed creaks in the next room than reading the dialogue, just to catch whether she was faking it or not. The game never really lets you relax. Even when the scene is just simple flirting at the fence, the background audio and her little breathing noises make it feel like you’re already doing something wrong. I kept wishing there was one scene where things were truly sweet and not covered in tension, but honestly, if they added that, it might ruin the whole dirty, voyeur, “I shouldn’t be here but I am” mood this thing nails so well.

Waking up inside a smartphone because a horny trickster god got bored with you is already wild, but this thing leans into it hard. You used to fuck other guys’ wives, now you’re literally trapped inside their husbands, riding along in their bodies like a cursed passenger. You feel what they feel, see what they see, and you’re stuck with their hard-ons, their guilt, their shitty life choices. Loki basically turned you into a pervy parasite and then sits there laughing while you try not to lose your mind every time some big titty wife bends over in front of “you”. It’s not subtle. It’s not gentle. It’s that kind of story where the universe kicks you in the balls and then asks if you liked it.

The pace is weird in the best way. Sometimes you’re just scrolling messages and photos, swiping through this guy’s life, then suddenly the wife walks in wearing nothing but a towel that barely holds her big ass, drops it “by accident”, starts teasing him like she’s bored and horny at the same time. You’re inside his head, feeling the heat climb, his cock getting hard under the table while she pretends it’s no big deal, sucking on a popsicle right in his face like a joke that goes too far. There’s this nasty, delicious corruption vibe, because half the time you’re pushing him to give in, whispering in his thoughts, “Touch her, go on, fuck her, she wants it”, and the other half you’re actually panicking, because you know some of these women are already being fucked behind his back by someone else. Or they will. Loki keeps hinting, poking, showing you clips, screenshots, little details that make you question everything. The netorare sting isn’t a sudden shock, it crawls under your skin. You see a lipstick mark that shouldn’t be there, a chat icon popping up a bit too often, a photo angle that screams “someone else took this”. You’re still jerking off in your own head when you realize you’re probably not the only one tasting her tonight.

What really got me is how horny it stays even when it gets mean. You’ve got slow, intimate scenes where she sits on his lap and grinds on him through thin panties, whispering soft romance shit in his ear, kissing his neck, guiding his hands under her top, making him feel her huge tits while she bites her lip. Then suddenly she’s on her knees, sucking him off messy, drool on her chin, eyes staring up like she’s in love and also in total control. The AI CG stuff has that slightly unreal polish, but in a good way, like you’re watching a fantasy that became just real enough to hurt. Vaginal, oral, stripping piece by piece, teasing until you want to scream at the screen. And you’re not actually “doing” anything, it’s a kinetic story, so your only job is to watch this guy live the life you deserved and kind of hate him for it, while Loki treats you like a pet he toys with. The worst part is that it works. One moment you’re melting when she cuddles up, saying she’s scared to lose him, the next your gut twists because something she says doesn’t match, and you know you’re being played from both sides. It’s horny, cruel, funny in that “I shouldn’t be laughing, but I am” way. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Chicago has never looked this filthy and I mean that as a compliment and also a threat. You’re not just some random thug in a hat, baby, you’re the hungry little bastard in a cheap suit trying to claw your way up while the city smells like smoke, cheap liquor, and bad decisions. One second you’re in a backroom with your dick in your hand because some animated bombshell just whispered the right thing in your ear, the next you’re choosing whether to sell someone out to the cops or shove them in the trunk. It’s very “suck a cock, shoot a snitch, light a cigarette” in that order, and the game really does not care about your moral panic. I went in for the porn, I stayed because suddenly I was like, “hold up, did I just talk my way out of a massacre and into a blowjob on a dusty office desk?”

What kills me is how it flips from horny to tense without asking permission. You’re staring at this older lady, right, she’s got that full MILF vibe, dress hugging her hips, voice smooth like old jazz on a bad speaker, and she’s talking about money, territory, respect. She’s also clearly checking you out. I picked one flirty line just for fun, expecting the usual “haha, maybe later” and instead my character is on his knees in some smoky lounge, tongue working, her hand tangled in his hair while she talks business like this is a normal Wednesday. And the camera does not shy away. Mouth, spit, lipstick a little ruined, that slow head movement, the way she uses you like a toy while deciding who gets shot tomorrow. If you’re into oral, the game understands you at a real spiritual level. It’s not just “he puts it in mouth, scene over.” They linger on it. Rhythm, control, humiliation, praise, all in one sloppy little loop. And yes, I replayed that scene with different choices. For research. Obviously.

But under all the cum and crime, there’s actually this weird feeling that your choices matter more than usual porn junk. Sometimes you go in thinking, “yeah yeah, I’ll pick the rude options, I’m the big bad gangster, rawr,” and suddenly some side character remembers that you threatened them three scenes ago and now the meeting goes sideways. Or that hot married MILF who teased you earlier? She might push you down on the sofa and ride you just because you backed her against her husband, or she might ignore you completely if you played the loyal nice guy. And it stings when she ignores you, I won’t lie, I sat there like a clown. Also, little detail that got stuck in my brain for no reason: there’s this one moment where you’re jerking off alone, tension high as hell, looking out over the city through a dirty window, and it actually feels pathetic in a good way. Like, you’re this “big” criminal, yet you’re still just a horny idiot with your hand on your cock, trying to forget that half the city wants you dead. That mix of sleaze and anxiety is kind of the whole mood. The story doesn’t always hit perfectly, some scenes feel like they fast forward just when it’s getting spicy, and the pacing is a tiny bit drunk, but honestly that also kinda fits. Gangster life. Messy, horny, badly timed, full of guilt and spit.

This one feels like someone took all those old horny fantasy RPG daydreams you had in high school, shoved them into an isekai blender, then painted it with chunky pixel art and said, “yeah, fuck it, that’s enough”. You wake up in the usual other world crap, but it leans straight into the incubus angle instead of pretending to be wholesome for five minutes. You’re not some shy hero who “accidentally” gets surrounded by girls. You’re basically a walking sex battery with horns, and the game absolutely knows it. The first goblin fight, I was expecting the usual “hit attack, watch numbers go up”, but what actually happens after you win is the goblin girl clings to you, drooling, and your character has this deadpan line like he’s already tired of being irresistible. That tiny expression change in like eight pixels made me laugh way more than it should. Also annoyed me that I couldn’t click her tail. No reason. Just wanted to.

Every scene kind of jumps between goofy and filthy without warning. One minute you’re talking to a cute priestess with these big innocent eyes, she’s asking about your “corrupted aura” like a JRPG NPC that escaped from a SNES cartridge, and two dialog choices later you’ve got her pinned against a ruined altar, dress hitched up, pixel thighs spread while she begs you to “purify” her from the inside. The text goes surprisingly hard on the lewd talk for such small sprites. It describes how her body reacts way more than her face, which feels very on-brand for an incubus MC. The moans are just simple sound bits, nothing fancy, but when you’re mid scene with your screen shaking a little and those tiny pixels bouncing, it hits that cheap porn game nerve in a good way. Sometimes the pacing is weird, though. There was one slime girl encounter where the build-up was great, she slides over your body, dripping onto your cock, they type out all this sticky detail… and then the scene just ends faster than a low stamina speedrun. No finish CG, just a text line about you unloading inside her core and boom, cut back to map. I kept waiting for a proper orgasm animation that never came, and it annoyed me enough that I alt tabbed to Telegram and forgot what quest I was on when I came back.

The fantasy world itself is the usual “guild, quests, hot monster girls” soup, but it works because everything is filtered through “how can this feed my demonic libido”. Leveling up doesn’t just make you stronger, it lets you twist encounters into sex opportunities. There’s a moment in an early forest area where a wolf girl ambushes you. If your level is low, she just wrecks you and you slink back to town like a chump. But if you grind a bit and come back stronger, you can overpower her, pin her to the ground, and the game gives you a choice: spare her, or drain her. I picked drain, obviously. The scene zooms in, her tongue is out, eyes rolled up, hips twitching as your character fucks the life out of her soul point by soul point. The text actually comments that her stats are dropping while you pound her, like your cock is replacing the XP menu. It’s messed up and hot at the same time, then a second later the script cracks a joke about how your “moral alignment has been updated to: horny demon trash”. The story pretending it’s some big fantasy adventure is cute, but really it’s just an excuse to parade more girls in front of you: elf archers with tight pixel asses, demon ladies with huge tits barely fitting in their armor, android-looking priestess with clinical dirty talk who keeps saying she needs more “samples” from your incubus seed. The whole thing is rough and a bit clunky, sometimes the timing on the text boxes feels off, some lines sound like they went through Google Translate twice, but honestly that just fits. It feels like a dirty little pixellated porn relic from a world where horny guys never stopped making weird fantasy games in their bedroom. I still wish I could click that damn goblin tail, though.

Casteen feels like someone secretly recorded all those sketchy porn casting clips I keep sampling for work, then turned it into a little interactive toy where you actually are the guy behind the camera. Not the high budget studio stuff from Brazzers, no, more like those grainy “first time audition” videos you stumble on at 2Jerk or PornHub when you search for “amateur casting raw audio” because you want that nervous breathing and cheap couch squeak. The girls here come in with that same vibe: they want to be models, they think they’re getting a normal job, and you’re sitting there with power, a camera, and zero intention to stay professional. It’s not a big game, it doesn’t pretend to be, but it hits a very specific fantasy: you talk, they listen, and slowly they stop sounding like shy students and start sounding like sluts who would do anything to get picked.

What got me first was the sound, obviously, because I’m that freak who opens games with my headphones already on and my browser volume at 8 instead of 10, just to hear the noise floor. There’s this tiny moment when the first girl sits down and you can almost hear her clothes rub against the seat, like that faint “shfff” that never shows up in most porn games. Little boots tapping, awkward fake laughs when you tell her to “stand up and turn around, slowly” and she tries to hide she’s shaking. Her voice isn’t some overconfident pornstar moan, she starts out almost too quiet, like she’s not sure if she should call you sir or just “uhm”. Then you push. “If you want the job, you’ll need to show a bit more.” The tone shifts. By the time you’ve got her on the couch with her legs spread and your cock buried deep inside her, she sounds different. Less “good girl from small town” and more “fuck me harder, I don’t care if the camera is close”. You can hear her losing that last bit of shame with every thrust and it’s honestly hotter than the visuals half the time. Her moans start messy, like she’s trying to keep her voice down, then suddenly she’s gasping, wet sounds mixing in, and it stops being just a casting and turns into something she pretends she didn’t want. I liked that you feel a little dirty about it. Or maybe a lot. Sometimes the lines she says are almost too on-the-nose, like porn script 101, then the next one hits exactly right, like something a real girl would blurt out while you’re fucking her for the first time on camera, and I forget I was rolling my eyes a second before.

What’s funny is how simple the whole structure is and still it got me replaying scenes just to listen again, like I do in Reaper when I loop that one wet slap from a JAV clip for 20 minutes for no reason. You ask the standard “why you want to be a model” junk, pretend to care about her dreams, then quickly move it to “take off your top”, “no bra now”, “come closer to the camera”, until it’s just straight up pornography. There’s something very male power fantasy here, you know you’re using her, she maybe knows it too but goes along because she wants the job or at least the money, and the game doesn’t try to make you feel better about it. When you finally push her onto the floor or couch and slide in, the way her voice cracks on the first penetration makes the whole thing. I wish there were more little variations, like different types of whimpers depending on how rough you are, but that probably won’t happen. At the same time, it’s fine, because the core loop of “innocent girl, bad idea, hard dick, raw fuck” is strong enough. Sometimes I caught myself ignoring the text and just waiting for the next dirty line or change in her breathing pattern. The sex itself is straightforward, vaginal only, no weird fetishes trying to be edgy, and that almost makes it feel more real: the classic “casting couch” situation, a man in full control, a girl who came to be a model and ends up bounced on his cock while the camera watches everything. It’s fucked up, arousing, a bit trashy, and exactly the kind of thing I’d rip audio from and keep in a folder called something innocent like “room tone 03”.

Everyone in this world already knows your last name before you open your mouth, and half of them either want to fuck you, own you, or quietly make you disappear. You walk into these marble halls full of immortal snobs who never die, never age, and never get tired of playing with people like toys. They smile like royalty and talk like lawyers, but the second the doors close they are on their knees, or putting someone else there. The game throws you straight into that mess with almost no hand holding: one moment you are the pretty little heir who should “behave”, next moment some ancient matriarch is pressing you against a balcony rail, whispering how she remembers fucking your grandfather in the same place and wants to see if the bloodline stayed hard where it matters.

The teasing here is not fake “oh no, my towel fell” kind of bullshit. It drags. A twin sister brushes your arm, the brother leans on your other side, both of them talking about family loyalty while their hands are getting way too friendly with your belt. You keep waiting for the fade to black, but it doesn’t. You choose who to pull closer, and the other one just watches, breathing hard, promising you they will get their turn. There is this scene in a greenhouse where one of the slaves is kneeling in front of you, eyes empty and calm like they accepted they belong to your bloodline, while another noble is behind them, guiding your hips, telling you how to use what is yours. It is fucked up and hot at the same time, which I kinda hate admitting. Sometimes you feel powerful, like real male domination, hand in their hair, making them take every inch. Sometimes you realize they still outrank you and you are the one pinned down, with a sharp smile above you and nails in your chest, and you like it anyway. Animated thrusts, actual movement, bodies grinding instead of just posing, helps a lot. The sex can switch fast from slow, almost romantic kissing to messy group pile where you literally don’t remember who started touching you first. There is one late scene where you are supposed to be handling some “serious political talk” in a private lounge and it ends with you balls deep in one twin while the other rides your face, and an immortal aunt sitting in the armchair drinking wine, judging your technique.

I really enjoy how the romance is a trap here. People act soft with you, say they care, but then use you like a bargaining chip in the next council. You might swear loyalty to one dynasty because you fell for their pretty slave girl with the quiet voice, then find out she was trained from birth to make heirs like you obey. But she still squeezes your hand when you fuck her in the bath, so is it fake or not? I got genuinely thrown off by one twist where a character who always submits to you suddenly orders you to kneel. I thought it was just dirty talk, then the scene locks you into that position and you realize that choice from way earlier basically sold your pride to them. I kinda loved that. Also, small thing, but every time the game waits that extra second before somebody finally slides down on your cock, it drives me crazy. In a good way. Or bad way. Depends on the day. Anyway, this whole immortal bloodline circus feels like a place where romance is just another collar, and you are too horny to stop putting it on.

Christmas vibes hit weird when you’re staring at a thesis outline and end up getting throat-fucked by a futa professor in her office instead of working on chapter two. That’s kind of the mood of this game. You’re this 23-year-old guy, trying to be serious, new city, new life, all that adult responsibility bullshit, and then the game just keeps throwing you at these tall, thick futa MILFs and cocky younger futas who treat “career counseling” like a porn category. It feels like someone took a normal college dating sim, poured hot chocolate on it, spiked it with vodka, then forgot about the “wholesome” part halfway through. One moment you’re choosing research topics, next moment you’re on your knees under a desk, her balls brushing your chin while she keeps typing like nothing is happening. Very “welcome to adulthood, kiddo.”

What I liked most is how the teasing never feels rushed. You walk into the landlady’s kitchen in the morning, she’s in this lazy robe, tits half out, big round ass turning while she makes coffee, and instead of jumping straight into a fuck scene she just leans over, adjusts your tie, presses her body against you, and whispers stuff like “you know, rent is flexible… if you’re flexible too.” But she leaves. No payoff. You’re just left with that hard-on, trying to answer emails. Then a different futa texts you on some fake WhatsApp clone in the game, sends a pic of her feet on the table, toes with red polish, her cock in the background, like “which one you like more?” and you realise, oh, okay, they really want you to be a horny mess at all times. The first time I chose the “focus on work” option, the landlady actually got annoyed and stopped groping me for a while, which honestly hurt more than it should. I was staring at my screen like some desperate idiot, waiting for her to grab my ass again. It’s pathetic. I loved it. I hated it.

The sandbox part is funny. There’s this fake sense of freedom like, yeah, go to the library, meet this serious futa researcher who talks about methodology, wears glasses, looks all strict, and then suddenly her hand is between your legs in the quiet study area, palming your cock while she lectures you about time management. You try to move her hand away, she squeezes harder. At some point she casually pushes your head down under the desk and unzips, and what starts as “quick taste for motivation” turns into your mouth full of her, your jaw hurting, your eyes watering while students walk past. Nobody notices, of course, it’s that type of porn logic. Later there’s a scene where one of them uses your face as a footstool first, presses her soles on your cheeks, makes you lick between her toes before she even lets you touch her shaft. Honestly I didn’t expect the foot stuff to go that hard. Thought it would be just a quick fetish nod, but no, she presses her heel on your cock, makes you cum without even using her hands. And then complains you stained her stockings. The only thing that annoyed me was some tiny little UI button for changing locations that sits in the corner and I kept missing it, but anyway, the whole vibe is like a horny winter break that never ends, full of big tits, big asses, futa egos, and you, the poor guy who planned to write a thesis and instead became everyone’s stress-relief toy.