The puzzle made me laugh, then the puzzle made me angry. Not a big angry, just a little sigh at my screen kind of angry. Inanna Revenge is a visual novel with RPG bits, and somewhere in the first hour you hit this sliding block puzzle in a dungeon. I sat there for maybe ten minutes pushing stones around while a big-titted elf girl waited for me to rescue her. The contrast between "save me from these monsters" and "let me solve this sudoku-adjacent bullshit first" was so absurd I couldn't stay mad.

The game runs on Honey Select 2 renders, that weirdly specific 3DCG look where everyone's skin is too glossy and the boobs have their own gravitational field. You die in the opening scene, some goddess named Ea reincarnates you into a fantasy world, standard isekai stuff. But here's the thing, the first real sex scene caught me off guard. Your stepsister, before you die, she's teasing you in the kitchen. Just groping over clothes, her ass pressing back against you while she pretends to reach for something. The animation is simple, a loop, but the voice acting sells it. That breathy little laugh. I rewound it twice. Not because it was spectacular, but because it felt earned after twenty minutes of boring dialogue about your dead-end life.

The combat is turn-based, you allocate stat points, learn skills. It's fine. Nothing groundbreaking. What's weird is how the game lets you toggle netorase content completely off in the settings. A whole kink, just a checkbox. I left it on out of curiosity and immediately regretted it during a voyeurism scene with an elf getting felt up by some guard. Not my thing. But the harem management, the way you can push some girls toward romance and others toward submission, that's where the writing actually tries. One mage girl, big ass, bigger attitude, she'll call you pathetic if you're too nice. If you dominate her instead, the creampie scene later hits different. Meaner. Hotter.

I wish the AI-generated backgrounds weren't so blurry. They won't fix that. The magic system is barely explained. Still, watching your male protagonist go from zero to "I have three women who might kill each other over me" has a trashy charm. Like eating chips for dinner. Not proud of it, but I finished the bag.