Wasn't expecting the letter from dear old dad to actually land. Five centuries after some holy war nobody shuts up about, and here I am crawling out of the underground because apparently my birth mother stashed something that needs my specific... identity to unlock. The whole setup reeks of a trap, and the game knows it. That opening scene in the dingy tunnel, with the damp air practically seeping through the screen, sets a mood that's less 'epic fantasy' and more 'someone's going to get blackmailed in a crypt'.

The first woman you properly meet, an innkeeper with a chest that defies both physics and the local church's modesty decrees, has this animation loop where she leans forward during conversation. It's a tiny thing, just a subtle bounce, but the AI generated art, which normally gives me that uncanny valley itch, actually makes her look flushed and real for a second. Then you get the groping mechanic. A literal hand icon pops up during dialogue. You click it. She gasps, calls you a scoundrel, and the 'teasing' stat ticks up. No complex minigame, just a button that says 'be a menace'. Later, you can wander into the temple and there's a mature saintess figure who offers a titjob if you've been enough of a voyeur, peeping through keyholes earlier. The logic is, she's blessing you. With her cleavage. The internal world rules are so bent they're practically a pretzel, but it commits to the bit so hard I forgot to be annoyed.

Oh, and there's graphic violence. Like, a dude gets absolutely wrecked in a cutscene early on, blood splatter and all, which is jarring next to the harem sandbox stuff. The tonal whiplash is insane. One minute you're collecting creampie scenes like pokemon, the next someone's insides are on the outside. The sandbox elements mean you just kind of poke around the holy capital, triggering events. Got stuck for a while because I didn't realize you had to masturbate in your room to trigger a dream sequence that advances the main plot. That's not a joke. The game's pacing is a soggy biscuit, honestly. The cheating angle comes in when you start messing with married merchants' wives, and the roleplay scenarios get weirdly specific, like pretending to be a tax collector. The whole inheritance mystery is just an excuse for the protagonist to be the worst possible houseguest in history.