You start as this quiet guardian angel, not some shining armor guy, more like a nosy mod in a cursed Discord server, watching a girl in a city that feels cut off from the rest of the world. At first it’s almost calm: narrow streets, fog stuck between the buildings, people pretending they’re normal while catgirls and foxgirls just wander around like it’s nothing. You don’t walk in the city yourself, you nudge it. Tiny choices, small pushes, changing who she meets and what kind of shit she gets dragged into. One run she’s shy, hiding under hoodies and closing curtains, another run she’s half naked in a bar window, acting like she forgot what shame is. The game never stands up and says “here is the corruption route now,” it just lets scenes creep in. A dirty job offer here, a “favor” there, some pervy landlord watching her undress through a crack in the wall while you decide whether to stop it or see what happens next. It feels wrong and interesting at the same time, which I guess is the point.

The city itself slowly turns into this living kink playground if you let it. That quiet back alley becomes the place where she ends up on her knees between two strangers, trying to keep eye contact with you, like she still hopes some angel is actually watching. One decision earlier you told her to take that “easy money,” now she is in a cheap motel room with a group of guys, mascara smeared, trying to act like she’s fine with being used as a cum dump. If you push her harder, the outfits get bolder, tops vanish, skirts get shorter, and suddenly every corner has someone wanting a taste. Interracial scenes in cramped stairwells, public blowjob next to a parked car while a foxgirl girl records it on her phone, lesbian stuff in a steamy bathhouse where she lets another girl pin her to the wall and ride her face until she almost passes out. Sometimes she’s on top, humiliating some poor bastard, spitting in his mouth, choking him a little. Next day she’s the one getting slapped, called a whore, forced to say thank you while a crowd watches and laughs. The game swings between male dom, femdom, and just pure chaos, and the whole time you’re stuck in this weird zen state, clicking options like “encourage” or “ignore” while people choke each other out in graphic, messy detail.

What really hits is when the violence ramps up and the sex doesn’t stop. There is this scene where some thugs drag her behind a warehouse, and it’s not soft at all. She gets pinned to cold concrete, legs forced open, you see the panic, then that fucked up moment where panic turns into something else. Blood, spit, rough thrusts, her voice cracking between begging and moaning, and you’re still there in your little guardian menu, deciding whether to call in a miracle or just let it scar her more. Next playthrough maybe you steer her towards a brothel instead, and now prostitution is almost “cleaner” by comparison: a line of clients, one after another, her learning how to deepthroat while a madam talks about prices. She leans into exhibitionism too, standing under a flickering streetlight in nothing but a thin top, nipples visible, pretending she’s cold while secretly getting turned on by all the staring eyes. Sometimes you do nothing and just watch her through cameras, like a voyeur god, as she lazily rides a guy on a sofa and stares at the invisible you, almost like she knows she’s never alone. The sandbox thing means you just kind of wander between events, trigger something wild, then waste time talking to some random catgirl who wants her tail pulled. It’s messy, uneven, too slow in parts, and yet that fits. Like sex where you both lose rhythm, laugh a bit, then go harder and rougher than before. The girl changes, the city changes, and somewhere in there, you realize you stopped trying to “protect” her and started being curious how far down she can slide.

There’s this weird moment when you’re playing, where you suddenly realize that in this world nobody is really “the guy” or “the girl” in the old boring way, and yet everybody is horny about power anyway. You’re this college professor, trans woman, looking very put-together on the surface, stylish outfits, that slightly strict teacher energy that makes you want to sit up straight and also get on your knees. The campus looks normal at first, everyday slice-of-life stuff, coffee in the staff room, awkward students, dumb meetings. Then conversations slowly twist into something more playful, more corrupted, like the world already accepted that gender is flexible, but people are still kinky little creeps about who gets to be on top. You’re respected by your colleagues, but they look at you with that extra second of eye contact, like they know you’re packing more than a gradebook under that skirt. The boyfriend exists, sure, sweet and supportive and kind of useless, which is funny, because the game pretends everything is fine while quietly setting up all these opportunities to ruin that “normal life” with your own hands.

What really hooked me was when the game stops flirting and actually lets you act on all that tension. There’s this scene with a shy femboy in your class, the kind that blushes just from you calling his name, and the dialogue lets you tease him slowly enough that you can almost hear his voice crack. You can be soft, patient, talking about his future and grades, and then without changing tone you slide into talking about how obedient he is, how cute his legs look when he crosses them. It feels like you’re directing your own audio drama, choosing where the pitch goes up, where you lean in, when you finally push him over that line. And because the MC is mostly the one on top, the camera and the writing both treat her as the center of gravity. She takes control in bed with the same calm authority she uses in the classroom, guiding a girl’s head down for a blowjob or pressing a trembling trans partner into the mattress for a deep, messy creampie. There’s a scene in a cramped office where you corner a female colleague who has been flirting for way too long, and you can practically imagine the sound of the chair wheels scraping as you pin her there, one hand on her throat, the other under her skirt, until she breaks and begs you to fuck her harder. It should be ridiculous, and it is, but the game knows it. It goes from serious psychological “who am I really” questions to you railing a cute futa on your desk like this is just another faculty meeting. And of course, I kept pausing the game thinking about how I would deliver those lines as a voice actor, where to add a breathy laugh, where to drag out a moan. Then I forgot completely and just clicked through, because seeing the professor pound that femboy into the bed while whispering in his ear about how good boys spread their legs for their teacher was way more interesting than analyzing anything.

Game starts in that slow, sweaty way where you think it will just be training and grinding stats with your sensei, and then suddenly everything goes to hell. Two royal looking bitches crash into the dojo, collars and heels and smug faces, and you barely have time to breathe before you and your teacher are chained up like trophies. The story pretends to be about “rescuing your sensei” but most of the time it feels like you are the one who keeps getting captured, toyed with, pushed around. Which is good. And horrible. And good again.

Every new zone feels like walking into another woman’s fantasy of power. One world is all silk and red curtains, older women lounging around like bored queens, judging your body with lazy eyes while they decide if you’re going to be a servant or a toy. Another one is cold stone, iron cages, boots echoing on the floor while some empress type makes you kneel just to talk to her. The game really loves that moment where a woman leans close, voice soft, and tells you exactly how small and pathetic you are, then uses your dick anyway like it is royal property. If you like being in control, you’re going to hate this. Unless you don’t. I tried to play “dominant” the first run, choosing the most defiant answers, and the game almost laughed at me. One milf slapped my choices away with a single line and pinned my arms like they were decoration, rode me like she was proving a point, then called it “training” with this mock-sweet smile that actually made my stomach twist.

The 3D models are messy in a way I ended up kind of liking. Tits are big but not all perfectly symmetrical, faces change expression mid scene in slightly off timing, physics sometimes look like they are drunk, yet it all fits this weird dream feeling. There is one empress with this strict haircut and huge chest who leans too close during interrogation and her nipple clips through the armor a bit. It annoyed me, then suddenly I could not stop staring only there, reloading the scene in incognito Chrome like a complete idiot. The adventure bits are surprisingly not lazy: walking through ruined temples, desert palaces, corrupted gardens, picking choices, losing fights on purpose because you want to see what humiliating thing they do when you fail. Combat is not deep, you mash through and then you lose or win, but the punishment scenes carry it. One of my favorite moments was getting captured by a “priestess” who looked gentle at first, then strapped me to some ritual thing and edged me while reciting sacred lines about male obedience, only letting me cum when I begged in a way she liked. Another time, an older queen made me lick the dirt from her heel before she even allowed any nudity, which felt oddly more intense than the full-on sex that came later. Not everything hits: a couple of zones feel like filler, one character just loops the same “I own you” line until it loses bite, and the pacing around the middle drags because you walk too long between scenes. But then you meet another cold eyed ruler who treats your whole heroic quest like a joke, sits on your face like you are just furniture, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed five minutes ago. The game keeps doing that. It stumbles, then grabs your hair and pulls you right back into it.

Rilly looks like the kind of girl who would bully you on Discord, send you a cursed meme, then accidentally ruin your whole life with one drunk selfie. The game drops you right inside her mess: phones buzzing, group chats exploding, horny DMs stacking up while she’s trying to remember what the hell happened that night. You’re not some big hero, you’re basically a creep with a god view of her phone and her camera roll, watching her stumble through secrets and lies while everyone around her wants something from her body or her reputation. The fun part is how the game weaponizes humiliation. One minute she’s teasing some loser virgin in chat, calling him pathetic while dangling a blurred pic as “reward,” and the next moment you’re the one realizing everyone might have a copy of a photo she doesn’t even remember taking, and she’s the one on the leash. It’s hot in a kind of ugly way. Not elegant porn, just messy, spiteful, phone-screen sex drama.

What hooked me is how much of the action is in text and tiny choices instead of giant porn buttons. You’re reading chat logs, watching her type and delete messages, trying to decide if she flirts harder, plays the cruel goth queen, or just panics. I had this one scene where she’s on voice call, camera off, and the guy on the other side is begging to see her feet. She rolls her eyes, slams her legs on the table, snaps a lazy foot pic with chipped black nail polish, sends it, and the game instantly flips to his POV-style messages, full meltdown, thanking his “goddess” while she spams “lol” and calls him her little toy. The animation is AI CG, kind of uncanny but in a way that fits the vibe: her pink hair looks too perfect, her tongue out in stupid ahegao faces while her eyes still look tired and empty from the hangover. It’s not cinematic or clean, but that’s why it works. It feels like you’re scrolling through some cursed Twitter thread you shouldn’t see. And every time a new voyeur angle appears, like a hallway photo where she clearly didn’t hold the phone, you get this mix of “fuck, that’s hot” and “oh shit, someone is watching her all the time.”

The game pretends you’re here to help her “find the truth,” but honestly it keeps pushing you to be just as shitty as the people around her. You can choose to leak something in a chat to humiliate another girl, and the side effect is Rilly getting dragged harder in a group call later. There’s a sequence where she’s drunk, camera on, and some guy is talking softly, guiding her to strip piece by piece “for fun,” and the UI quietly shows more viewers joining without her noticing. Virgin guys get roasted, worshippers get stepped on, and Rilly shifts from bratty dom energy to shaking, embarrassed mess when someone plays a saved audio of her moaning back to her in a later call. The netorare angle creeps in too: you’re reading a log where some dude is bragging about fucking “the pink-haired slut from last night” while another guy who was obviously into her is in the same chat, spamming question marks and slowly realizing it’s her. She doesn’t even know they’re talking about her yet. I kinda hate the game for how dirty that felt. I also kinda went back to replay that route trying to unlock every variation of her reaction scene, because I’m a degenerate completionist and the gallery makes a little noise when you fill a new slot and my brain likes that. Anyway, if your thing is watching a girl get trapped in her own phone, worshipped and humiliated in the same breath, this one is stupidly effective at making you feel like the worst kind of voyeur, and somehow you keep clicking.

Angels Academy feels like someone smashed a horny dating sim into a theology class, spilled porn all over the syllabus, then said “yeah, this is fine” and opened the doors anyway. You play this bratty guy who got shipped off to a religious “last chance” island because he got caught jerking off, which already tells you the tone: no one here is really holy, they just pretend until their pants are off. The whole place is this weird mix of strict uniforms, old stone halls, stained glass, and girls with asses and tits that do not belong in a place that talks about purity. One moment you’re nodding along while some pious girl talks about virtue, the next you are watching her blush hard while you stare a little too long when the wind lifts her skirt. The story gives you space to either play the slightly decent guy who teases, flirts, learns how to talk to different beliefs, or the absolute bastard who blackmails, corrupts and turns every “angel” into something far from heaven. It is mostly clicking around the campus, spying where you should not, poking at every shiny icon like a horny raccoon, and then watching what kind of trouble your mouth and your hands can start.

The fun comes from how dirty the game is willing to go while still pretending it has “faith” in the background. There is this high you get when you pull a girl away from the group after some prayer session, close the door behind you, and she goes from “God is watching” to sliding to her knees with your cock in her mouth, drool on her chin, eyes up like she is worshiping something else now. Some scenes play from your eyes only, so when you shove a shy virgin against a locker and just start groping her ass through the skirt, you see her breathing quicken literally in front of you. Or when you push a proud, bossy girl to strip on a balcony where people might look up at any second, and she hates you for making her do it but still spreads her legs wider because you told her to. The tone jumps a lot: one route feels like romance with slow teasing and handjobs in quiet dorm rooms, another is pure humiliation, like forcing some religious honor student to masturbate for you while she whispers prayers that get more and more broken. You can fool around with all kinds of girls, different skin tones, different religions, different kinks, and the game happily lets you be a controlling prick who uses secrets and blackmail to build a harem that looks holy on paper and filthy from your bed. I wish the UI didn’t hide some scenes behind weird skill checks that look like a spreadsheet, but whatever, it still feels good when that one choice you made three clicks ago suddenly turns into a sloppy blowjob in a confession booth with the candles flickering and her faith falling apart on your dick.

Mike Oxmaul is the kind of guy you look at and think, “yeah, that dude’s gonna have a normal college life.” Then you play ten minutes and realize, nah, this poor bastard is cursed by the porn gods. He’s short, he’s under-equipped, everyone around him seems bigger, hotter, more confident, and the game just loves to rub it in. Half the time you’re laughing, half the time you’re clenching because the humiliation hits a bit too close.

The setting is standard university stuff at first: dorms, classrooms, clubs, parties, a bit of sandbox wandering where you click around the campus and see who’s available. What makes it hook you is how every little choice you make about Mike’s ego spirals into something filthy. Say the wrong thing to the smug futa roommate and suddenly she’s got him on his knees, making him “prove” he deserves to stay in the room. Pick the cocky option with the tall redhead milf professor and you get this scene where she slowly unbuttons her blouse in her office, sits on the desk, and then laughs when she sees what he’s packing. She still lets him bury his face in her tits, then calls him her “tiny little toy” while he tries not to cum in his pants. It’s mean, but it’s hot, and the game just keeps doing that mix of arousal and bullying.

The sex is all over the place in a good way, and the 3dcg animation actually manages to sell the dirty stuff. There’s a scene in the locker room where Mike is hiding in a shower stall, watching two thick girls share a shower and start playing with each other, and you can either stay quiet and jerk it or “accidentally” knock a shampoo bottle. If you fuck up, they catch him, push him against the tiles, and one of them starts stroking his cock with her feet while the other films it on her phone, laughing at his size, threatening to leak it unless he does exactly what they say. Later there’s a club sequence where a drunk married woman grinds on him on the dance floor, her wedding ring right in your face, and if you go along with it you get pulled into the bathroom for messy cheating sex, her bent over the sink, whispering how her husband could never make her gush like “this little loser.”

The game swings hard between humiliation and actual romance in a way that feels weirdly real. One moment Mike is used as a cum rag in a group scene, taking turns giving sloppy oral and getting painted by bukkake while a crowd laughs at his ahegao face, and then a few events later you’re on a quiet date with a shy classmate who admits she’s still a virgin and kind of into smaller guys. You can actually choose to be gentle, focus on kissing and slow vaginal sex, her clinging to him and whispering his name while he tries not to blow too fast. Or you can lean into corruption, turn her into a needy mess who ends up begging to be creampied in a public place, risking pregnancy because “no one notices us anyway.” That mix of sweet and fucked up gives the story more bite than I expected.

There’s a lot of kink variety buried around the campus and nearby streets. Street corners with girls clearly doing prostitution on the side, where Mike can either pay to be dominated by a tall trans escort who makes him lick her heels and then rams his ass with a toy, or stumble into a cheap quickie behind a bar with a big ass milf who demands a titfuck first, squeezing her lactating nipples all over his face. One of the most ridiculous moments for me was a “study group” that turns into a gangbang when a popular girl decides she’s bored, strips naked, and invites everyone to use her while Mike awkwardly watches. You can have him join in and get lost somewhere between thighs and ass, mostly ignored while the bigger guys pound her, and then she still pulls him in at the end, jerking his pathetic cock until he shoots on her face for the final messy finish.

Pacing is a little weird sometimes. You’ll have this intense anal domination scene where Mike gets pegged by a smug futa who keeps calling him her “practice girlfriend,” sticks a vibrator in his ass and makes him walk around campus, then next thing is a goofy humor bit in a classroom about a stupid group project, like nothing happened. The jokes land more often than not though, especially the self-aware ones. There’s one event where Mike is watching porn on his phone, and the video is basically a parody of the kind of inflated hentai bullshit the game itself is flirting with: huge tits, impossible ahegao, milk everywhere, furry ears, the works. Then his real-life neighbor, this curvy girl with glasses, walks in on him, sees what he’s watching, and quietly asks if he wants to try “something smaller, but real.” That switch from meme-level ridiculous to intimate POV oral, with her slowly licking his shaft and teasing the tip while staring up, made me actually shut up and pay attention.

I also kinda hate how sometimes the teasing never pays off. There’s a footjob scene in a lecture hall where a girl slips off her shoes under the desk, starts grinding his crotch with her toes, and the camera angles are great, you feel every twitch, but then the professor calls Mike to answer a question and it just cuts without a finish. No climax, no punishment, nothing, and the game just moves on like it never happened. It bothered me for way too long, I kept checking the walkthrough and everything, and yeah, it still annoys me. At least the voyeur stuff makes up for it. Creeping around dorm corridors, catching quick looks through half open doors, seeing titfucks, anal, some interracial rough sex where Mike can only watch and jerk, hoping nobody notices him, that stuff is done dirty and right. And when a tall, dominant girl finally drags him out of his hiding spot and makes him strip in the hallway as payback, forcing him to stand there naked while she strokes him by hand and makes him cum in front of a small crowd, you realize the game really understands how to mix shame, lust, and a bit of twisted romance into one messy university fever dream.

Your life imploded because your wife fucked you over in the loudest way possible, and the courts helped her do it. Five years later, you’re older, bitter, technically “free”, and still jerking off to memories of the life she stole. “Whoremonger NTE” drops you right into that headspace. You’re not some anime prettyboy virgin hero. You’re a pissed-off dad with a wrecked past, a dick that still works, and a whole new playground full of people who don’t know who you used to be. The fun part is watching how far you’re willing to push it. You can play it soft at first, like some broken romantic trying to rebuild something normal with shy girls, milfs, even that “untouchable” teacher type. Or you can start taking what you want: use blackmail when you catch someone cheating, twist a horny teen virgin into a slut, let a stressed-out older woman “relax” on your cock, or sit back and just watch first, jerk later. There is a whole lot of teasing before anything happens, and then it just snaps. One route I went from awkward handjob behind the bleachers to her on her knees in an empty classroom, messy blowjob, and she’s the one begging to get creampied, while we both pretend the security cameras are off. Joke’s on her.

The real hook for me is that the game pretends to care about your “soul” while you’re literally corrupting half the cast. There are romance flags, corruption flags, NTR flags, all playing tug-of-war in the background. You catch a girl flirting with some loser? You can walk away, be the “good guy” and maybe get the pure romance later. Or you lean into it, encourage her to cheat, film her getting fucked, and hold that over her. One path had me letting a milf “borrow” my dick because her husband is useless, then on another save I pushed her into lesbian stuff with a younger girl, toys and all, while I was just a voyeur in the corner, dick in hand. The game is not shy: titfucks with both small and huge tits, anal scenes where the sweet girl suddenly loves it rough, footjobs that start as a joke and end with you groaning against a couch, incest tension that goes from “this is wrong” to “ok, just the tip” way too fast. There’s even graphic violence spiking up at weird moments, like the story reminding you this is not some comfy harem VN; shit has consequences, even when you’re balls-deep. And yeah, some scenes drag a bit, like that one long teasing sequence with no payoff where I kept clicking expecting at least a quick handjob and… nothing. Still annoyed about that. But then later the same girl shows up, sits on your lap in public, grinding her big ass on your cock while pretending to help with “homework”, and suddenly you forget you were mad at the pacing. The whole thing feels like someone mashed midlife crisis, school trash drama, gilf fantasies, and dumb hentai humor into one messy save file, then asked you, very politely, how badly you want to ruin everyone.

The first thing I noticed was how slow it loads in Chrome compared to Firefox, which is weird, because other VN players always recommend Chrome. But after waiting through that blank white flicker, the title just appears, no fancy menu, and it sort of fits - like someone coded the whole thing in one long night with half a plan and a hard-on. The writing swings between absurdly corny dialogue and tense, breathy pauses that actually made me lean forward. Erza’s route hit harder than I expected; the engine stutters a bit when the transition hits from teasing to naked skin, as if the code itself got flustered. At one point Mirajane just stares at the camera, half-undressed, saying nothing, and it’s unsettling but kind of erotic? My mouse double clicked because I didn’t know whether to keep going or stop and breathe.

There’s too much sound compression, though - headphones exaggerate that low moan into something that buzzes in your skull. I liked the way the text box shakes when you make a rougher choice; you can practically feel the humiliation radiate off the screen, and maybe I’m reading too much into it, but that’s the first time I’ve ever felt genuine shame synced with a save file. The whole guild concept keeps drifting around, promising missions, quests, whatever, but it really just becomes an excuse for swapping scenes of control and surrender, of bodies framed like code samples gone wrong. I wanted to click “Settings” to adjust volume, but instead stumbled into an exhibitionism scene that started before I could move. And it’s messy, nerve-pinching messy - some sprite layer got stuck, half-transparent, hovering over Lucy’s face mid-fellatio, and for once, the glitch worked. Like voyeurism baked into the source.

Mobile version? Don’t even bother - touch controls feel like punishment. Still, there’s something raw in how it refuses to clean itself up. It’s not the kind of polish you expect. It’s more like intimacy leaking through bad optimization. Or maybe that’s me making excuses. I tried capturing a screenshot for a forum thread, but my phone overheated, and now whenever I unlock the screen, I swear I still see Mirajane’s smirk fading into white.

You start as this nobody in a school full of assholes, basically wallpaper that can hold a bag. People bump into you in the corridor and don’t even say sorry, teachers misread your name every single time, and the only time anyone looks at you is when they need a free note from last lesson. Then the game quietly puts this “tool” in your hands. No tutorial, no glowing button, just a weird interface, some profiles, and the feeling that someone is watching you from behind the screen. It looks almost boring at first, like some cheap chat app or a bad school portal, and then you send one message and the story flips from “sad nerd” to “oh shit, I can actually break people.”

The fun part is how much of it lives inside text and your imagination. You are not walking around with WASD or anything, you are sitting in your room, reading and typing, going through chats with classmates, teachers, that weird girl everybody calls a freak, the thot who lives on Instagram, the strict class rep who pretends she hates attention. The game lets you poke inside their heads, first gently, then deeper, then way too deep. You use pressure, little lies, blackmail, secret pics, their own kinks they try to hide. One moment you are just convincing a girl to send a “harmless” selfie after school. Next moment you are telling her exactly how to touch herself while she tries to keep her voice down because her parents are in the next room. The writing is so casual it hurts. No big description of “her luscious curves” bullshit, just things like “her hand shakes near her skirt as she waits for your next message” and your brain fills the rest.

Sometimes you play the big dominant asshole, pushing them to call you “sir” or “master,” making them kneel in the empty classroom they thought they locked, forcing them to write “I am your slave” fifty times instead of homework. And then the game flips and throws a girl at you who is way more broken than you are. She reads your messages like you are the toy, not her, and you realize you walked into her trap. There are scenes where she orders you to describe your own kink in detail, mocks your hard-on through the screen, then uses your own fucked up fantasies to turn you into the obedient one. She’ll tell you to put your phone on speaker, pull your cock out and stroke only when she texts “go,” punish you when you slip, and it feels unfair because you thought you were in control. I loved that. I hated that. No, actually I loved that. The whole “mind control” thing is not just hypnosis magic, it’s the way text can slowly twist someone’s brain, and the game is kind of rude about how easy it actually is. You blackmail a shy girl with stolen screenshots until she agrees to meet in a dark classroom, hands on the desk, ass out, and when you finally slide your hand under her panties and make her jerk you off with those shaking fingers, you realize she isn’t just scared, she is getting addicted to obeying.

There are some nice AI-style images popping up here and there to glue the fantasy to your brain, but they never explain why one girl’s hair suddenly looks slightly different from another angle and it annoys me every single time. Also the phone notification sound is slightly off, like some cheap Android clone, and it drove me crazy, but I never muted it anyway. You go from reading stupid school gossip to ordering a girl to record herself choking on a dildo in the school bathroom, and then later she casually sends you a pic of her wearing her uniform with the shirt open, collar pulled up like a leash, pupils wide like she’s high, waiting for your next command. The game often pretends you have this big “moral choice” but we both know you are here to corrupt everyone, including yourself. And it works: by the time you have one girl calling you “owner,” another one blackmailing you right back, and a third one begging you in private chat to make her your personal pet so she doesn’t have to think anymore, you’re not really sure if you’re the villain, the victim, or just the pervert sitting behind the keyboard, grinning at a bunch of text boxes like it’s the most important thing in your life. Which it kind of becomes, at least while the game is running.

Girl goes to a “normal” summer camp job and ends up getting body‑jacked by a horny fertility goddess with zero boundaries, that’s the vibe here. She clocks in expecting brats, mosquitos and bad cafeteria food, and instead wakes up with a thick new surprise between her legs and a goddess in her head giggling like “oops, my hand slipped.” From that point it’s not really a camp anymore, it’s a playground. You’re walking around this peaceful fantasy forest with cabins and lakes and then suddenly you’re pinballed between monster babes, stacked milfs and campers who are way too curious about what you’re hiding in those shorts. The game leans hard into her being both the teaser and the toy. One moment she’s pressing some poor flustered girl up against a tree and groping those tits like she’s kneading dough, and the next she’s on her knees with her own mouth full, acting like this was not in the job description while clearly enjoying every second. Classic “I shouldn’t… but I absolutely will.”

I like how the main girl starts out kinda panicked, like “what the hell is this thing hanging from me” and five scenes later she’s using it like a laser pointer to get people’s attention. There’s this one bit where a big‑ass, big‑tits camp counselor milf corners her in the storage shack, half scolding, half staring at the bulge, and slowly drags a hand down over it. That grab is shameless, the kind where you can almost hear the fabric stretch. Then she drops to her knees and you get this sloppy, messy oral scene where the milf is way too experienced, like she’s been waiting years for someone to show up with this exact equipment. Contrast that with the shy monster girl in the woods, who pretends she wants to “study” the new anatomy and ends up getting pinned against a rock, tail twitching while she’s ground on until she’s begging. The flirting is actually funny sometimes, very “lesbian disaster with magic dick tries to act smooth and fails” and I’m into that energy. Some dialogues are awkward in the wrong way though, like someone typed it on their phone during a bus ride and never read it again, but somehow that fits the messy, horny chaos of the story. Nothing is polished, everything is thirsty, and the goddess just keeps whispering in her head like a rude little coach, egging her on to go further, get rougher, try new holes, push new buttons. It all snowballs fast, from teasing and light groping at the lake to full‑on futa pounding behind the cabins, pussy eating in the showers, and girls sitting on her face like it’s a camp activity. At some point you forget there was ever a normal job involved at all, which is honestly exactly the point.

Lena looks like the kind of girl who should be in some boring office job, not standing half naked in a sweat-soaked ring with some psycho redhead trying to choke her out while the crowd yells for more tits. That clash is what makes this game hit different. You don’t start as some overpowered porn goddess, you start as a broke girl stuck in a shit city, dragged into sexfights because her idiot dad couldn’t stay away from cards. New Ipswich feels like one of those places from a trashy crime anime that never got a second season: neon, sleaze, and everyone pretending this is “just business” while they bet on who gets fucked on the mat. The whole sexfighting thing sounds silly on paper, then you’re in your first real match, Lena’s breathing heavy, sweat on her skin, the other girl grabbing her hair, and suddenly the humiliation hits harder than the punches. Either you dominate, or you get used. It’s that simple and that messed up.

The fights are not just button mashing. You switch from strikes and holds into sex moves so fast it feels illegal. One second you’re working a clinch, next second the crowd is chanting for Lena to “open up” and you actually consider it because if she goes full tease, she can flip the mental game. Let an enemy strip her top off in front of the audience and the shame drains her focus, but if you time it right and Lena turns it around, pins the girl, crotch grinding on her face, forcing her to lick while the camera zooms in on every wet detail, suddenly she’s the one owning the exhibition. I had this one match where I played it “nice” for too long, tried to win clean with jabs and throws, and the rival just snapped, mounted Lena, shoved fingers in her, rode her to a sloppy creampie in front of everyone and then walked off like she just claimed a trophy. I actually paused and stared at the screen like: “ok, that escalated.” It’s rude in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends how broken you are.

What caught me off guard is how the game leans into both sides of domination without pretending they are equal. Sometimes Lena is on top, literally sitting on a girl’s face, grabbing her hair, forcing her to eat her out while flashing her big tits to the crowd like she owns the whole damn city. Sometimes it flips and a bigger fighter or some smug guy just treats her like a toy, using her throat, pushing past her limits, making her cum against her will, then leaving her on the sticky canvas with that dazed, fucked-out look. The humiliation is not soft either. They taunt, spit, pull her legs open, finish inside her while the gamblers laugh, and the game just quietly nudges you like: “hey, she still has debts to pay.” It even has these quiet moments in the locker room after, where Lena is leaning against the wall, thighs still trembling, and you’re picking what she does next, who she confronts, whether she chases power or just survives. It almost feels romantic sometimes when she faces another girl who clearly wants her as much as she wants to win, tongue tangled with knuckles, lesbian heat right in the middle of a dirty brawl. Then some asshole promoter reminds you she’s just another body to bet on and the mood dies. That’s kind of the charm though: nothing is clean here. Sex is a weapon, a punishment, a reward, and half the time Lena’s not sure which one she’s holding.

Beast Boy's always been the comic relief of the Titans, right? Well, this visual novel takes that green shapeshifter and throws him into situations where his animal instincts aren't exactly PG-rated anymore. The whole "embracing his animal side" thing gets pretty literal when you're making choices about how far he'll push his powers with the ladies around him. And by ladies, I mean basically every female character from DC you can think of - Harley Quinn's there doing her crazy thing, Supergirl's got that innocent act going until she doesn't, and don't even get me started on what happens when Poison Ivy shows up. The corruption mechanics work through Beast Boy's transformations, where different animal forms unlock different... let's call them "interaction options" with each character.

What caught me off guard was how the game handles the power dynamics. Sometimes Beast Boy's the one calling the shots, using his abilities to get what he wants, but then you'll hit a scene where someone like Catwoman flips the script entirely and suddenly he's the one getting dominated. The lactation scenes with Power Girl were completely unexpected - like, who thought of that combination? But somehow it works in this weird universe they've created. The AI-generated artwork is hit or miss though, sometimes the proportions get absolutely ridiculous even by comic book standards, and Beast Boy's face occasionally looks like he's having an existential crisis mid-transformation.

The multiple endings thing is where it gets interesting because your choices about which animal forms to use actually matter for the story branches. Go full predator mode and you get the darker corruption routes, stick to gentler animals and you unlock the more romantic paths. Though honestly, the line between "romantic" and "completely fucked up" gets pretty blurry when tentacles are involved. The Raven storyline especially goes places that made me question my own kinks, but in a good way? Maybe? Look, if you're into transformation stuff and DC parodies, just prepare for some wild rides.