The unlock for the first roommate scene is bugged, I swear. I clicked through the same dialogue tree four times, picking the "wine and chat" option, and the achievement just wouldn't pop. Had to alt-tab to a forum where some guy said you need to specifically NOT compliment her hair earlier in the day. That kind of obscure trigger logic drives me nuts, especially when the whole point is just getting to the CG hentai set. The art itself is that slightly off model style where the anatomy is exaggerated but the faces look a bit flat, like a traced photo that lost the spark. The older protagonist's internal monologue is pure cringe, talking about "sowing wild oats" like he's reading from a bad porno script from the 90s.

The sound design is nonexistent, just dead air and mouse clicks, which makes the whole "relationship" building feel even more transactional. You're just clicking through text boxes, waiting for the next flag to trigger a sex scene. The cheating aspect is weirdly casual, the wife is just... there, suggesting renting rooms to college students, and then she vanishes from the narrative entirely. No tension, no sneaking around, just a blank permission slip. There's this one scene where you're supposed to be fixing a sink for the younger roommate and the dialogue is so stilted, it reads like a customer service chatbot trying to flirt. "Your pipe is very wet, let me handle it." Who talks like that?

I wish the game leaned harder into the actual crisis part of the midlife crisis. The "old and young" dynamic is just a skin, a costume. The student characters have no classes, no friends, no life outside of being hot and available in your kitchen. It's a visual novel that forgets the novel part. The CG gallery fills up fast if you follow a guide, but without one, you're stuck in loops of meaningless small talk about rent. The whole thing feels like a prototype where someone drew the money shots first and then hastily scribbled some text to connect them.

The first thing that hits you is how deliberately rough the edges are. Not in a broken way, more like someone scanned their old sketchbook and said "yeah, that'll do." The CG hentai style has this unpolished charm, lines a bit too thick in places, coloring that sometimes spills outside. It works for the story though. Clover, the university student you're supposedly looking after, has these big innocent eyes that feel almost traced from a different art style entirely. Then Cory shows up and everything tilts sideways.

Cory is the sister, the one who needs "direction" as the setup puts it. And god, she's insufferable in exactly the right way. There's a scene early on where she barges into the living room, still wearing what I assume is last night's outfit, and the dialogue tree gives you options that range from "mildly disapproving father figure" to "let's address this attitude problem directly." The old and young dynamic here isn't subtle. You're the older man, the best friend of their actual father who's apparently checked out of parenting entirely. The power imbalance is the whole point. I picked a dialogue option that was harsher than I expected and the sprite changed, her expression flickering from defiant to something more uncertain. The accessibility menu (hit 'a' if you need it, font override actually works decently) popped up by accident once and I nearly threw my drink.

What's weird is how the visual novel format makes you complicit in ways a regular animation wouldn't. You click to advance. You choose. The student tag applies to Clover but Cory's the one who feels like she's failing every class including basic human decency. There's a moment where the father gets mentioned and both sisters react, and for a split second the writing almost tries to be thoughtful about family dysfunction before remembering what kind of game this is. The hotkeys are there, 'h' hides the text if you just want to stare at the CGs, 's' takes screenshots. I took three without meaning to. The whole thing feels like it was made by someone who really wanted to draw specific expressions and built a story around justifying them. Not complaining. Just observing.

The audio. You kind of forget about it after a while because your brain just goes straight to, wait, is that Brooklyn Chase doing the whole shy librarian thing? The mismatch is nuts. I was stuck on this stupid fetch quest for Mia Malkova, had to find her lost phone in the common room, and the whole time the background track is just this wet, rhythmic sound like someone stirring mac and cheese. Very specific. My actual apartment has thinner walls than this dorm, I swear I heard my neighbor coughing yesterday through the outlet.

The photos you collect feel like a weird collage. One minute it’s a crystal clear shot of Elsa Jean looking professionally lit, next it’s some grainy selfie that looks like it was pulled from a 2011 Snapchat story. You have to pick these dialogue choices which I mostly just clicked on the horniest option available, and it worked. Sort of. Got a scene where my character’s hand was on someone’s thigh, and the text went full purple prose, “the silky smoothness of her forbidden fruit,” and I just stared at it. What does that even mean? Squinting at my monitor during a conference call is maybe not the best way to play, but here we are.

I do wish there was a way to just play my own sound pack over the top, cause the built-in moans start looping in a way that reminds me of a broken office chair. Every time you make a choice, there’s this little wet pop. Like a single bubble bursting. If they dropped a DLC that was just an hour of different squelching sounds, I’d probably get it. Which says something. There’s a part where you have to “study” with one of the pornstars, and the game just shows a stock photo of a biology textbook for a solid five seconds before the scene triggers. I snorted my LaCroix.

In most cases females are the ones with nature's mystical gifts, however every now and then boys emerge bearing the identical magic are born. Here, you become one of the few males to inherit such power. By chance, what you possess will not be overlooked, due to a nearby group of sorceresses embraces you into their own independent coven school.

This isn’t just any magic school - a secretive sanctuary buzzing with mystique and passion. Once inside, every corner pulses with raw energy, lust, and power struggles. They’re fierce and intoxicating beings, each carrying their own dark desires and ambitions.

Can you prove you belong and rise as the true power in this coven? Can you resist or harness the raw passions that swirl around you? Each decision drags you deeper into a world where pleasure and peril collide.

Step boldly into a narrative thick with lust and spells, where being the only male with such gifts makes you coveted and constantly tested. Face challenges that test your strength, will, and willingness to surrender or fight back.

Can you become the true force that balances power and passion here? Step into the shadows of desire and power - it’s your move.

Playing as a daring researcher bold enough to try a mysterious serum on himself. Its complete impact remains a mystery, but immediately you sense your body growing younger and your urges intensifying. Since you also teach at a university, some of your students might come in handy and may quickly turn into willing ‘subjects’ for your experiments.

Your work has crossed into dangerous, thrilling territory - the lab transforms into a seductive arena where every test probes the limits of pleasure. The serum alters your form, unlocking sensations and abilities you never imagined possible, driving your experiments beyond traditional science.

Young, eager, and unsuspecting, your students find themselves wrapped in a dark web of experimentation and seduction. Each encounter tests not only your serum’s power but your own limits and fantasies.

Navigating between ethical boundaries and your own desires, you’ll explore taboo pleasures while unraveling the serum’s secrets.

Get ready to bend bodies and wills where every test could unlock new heights of ecstasy and transformation. Can you maintain your grip as your experiments spiral into something wild and uncontrollable?

Your lab awaits, pulsating with possibility. The serum courses through you. What happens next is up to you.

The psychology student angle sounded smart on paper but then you're three scenes in and some doctor with tits like beach balls is explaining your new job as a sexologist while her blouse buttons are fighting for their lives. Nothing Is Forever doesn't pretend to be subtle. It's a visual novel where every CG feels like it was drawn by someone who got paid per breast pixel.

The whole setup is that you fucked up your dream position somehow, inappropriate behavior and all that, so now you're rebuilding. But the regret mechanic, if you can call it that, mostly means picking dialogue options that sound like they came from a textbook you read once while horny. There's this one patient early on, a student, and the game expects you to read her emotional state like it's a puzzle. I clicked the "empathetic" response and suddenly she's showing me her tits. Psychology works fast here.

The writing has this weird rhythm where serious introspection about boundaries gets interrupted by a closeup of a pussy. Not complaining exactly. The doctor character has a scene where she adjusts her glasses and I swear the artist spent more time on the shine of her lips than the entire background. Backgrounds are basically afterthoughts. One hallway looks like a default Ren'Py asset with a poster that says "SEX HELP" in Comic Sans energy.

I did like the moment where you can choose to be a total creep and the game actually makes you feel gross about it. That's rare. Then two clicks later you're balls deep in a therapy session. The emotional whiplash is the point maybe. Or maybe I'm giving it too much credit.

The CG gallery fills up fast if you just pick the obvious horny options. Which I did. No shame. The psychology stuff is window dressing but occasionally the game remembers it exists and throws a personality test at you that actually changes which girl shows up later. That's neat. Then it forgets again for an hour.

Don't expect the "nothing is forever" title to mean anything deep. It's just a vibe. A horny, confusing, occasionally self-aware vibe.

The first CG set with Professor Hartley is a whole mood. She’s got this severe bun and glasses thing going on, the classic “I’m not mad, just disappointed” energy, and then Chad’s business proposal apparently involves her bent over a mahogany desk with her skirt hiked up around her waist. The art style has that slightly glossy, unpolished look where the lines feel a bit too thick, like someone traced over a 3D model and called it a day. Her tits spill out of a blouse that must be made of tissue paper, and the whole thing is so shamelessly direct it circles back to being kind of hot. You know exactly what you’re getting.

The “experiment” framing is so thin it’s basically a meme. You’re supposed to be building a startup, but the business mechanics are just clicking through text boxes until a new scene unlocks. There’s this one moment where you have to choose between “networking” with a sorority girl or doing actual market research, and picking the girl gives you a scene where she’s on her knees in the library stacks, shushing you between mouthfuls. The game doesn’t even pretend your grades matter. I wish the dialogue had more bite, sometimes it reads like a bad translation of a bad translation, but then a line like “your market penetration strategy is very... aggressive” gets delivered with a straight face and you remember this is exactly the kind of cringe that fuels the whole thing.

The student body is a buffet of archetypes. There’s the bubbly blonde who wants to “study” in your dorm, the goth chick running the campus coffee cart who has a thing for public stuff, and the rival business major who challenges you to a pitch competition that somehow ends with her riding you in a supply closet. The CGs are hit or miss. Some have this weird dead-eye stare that takes you out of it, others nail that specific moment where clothes are half off and everything’s still desperate and clumsy. The game knows it’s junk food. It’s not trying to be a deep commentary on academia or power dynamics, it just wants to show you tits and call it a curriculum. The business plot is just a delivery mechanism for pussy, and honestly, the lack of polish makes it feel more like finding someone’s old DeviantArt stash than a proper visual novel. That’s not a complaint, just an observation. Probably.

The university years aren’t solely for learning – it’s the stage to claim your spot and stand your ground. Those entitled, wealthy brats are everywhere here, injecting venom into what should be a pure space. You won’t sit back and watch them dominate, despite the weight of their money. Can friendship and love really stand against such fortune? It all comes down to building real friendships and discovering love.

Finding genuine allies and passion won’t just fall into your lap. Jump straight into the mess and madness around you. Each whispered conversation and stolen glance could change everything. Here, you make alliances, break hearts, and stake your claim.

Quit waiting and start making moves now. Immerse yourself in the raw, unfiltered experience of university life. This isn’t just about passing classes, it’s about dominating your world. Rise above the spoiled elite and prove who truly owns this campus. Time to dive in and show them who’s boss.

The whole thing looks like it was coded on a phone during a particularly horny bus ride. Fonts break if you resize the window. The inventory system is held together with digital duct tape. And yet.

That crypt scene. Bael's first words to you aren't some grand demonic proclamation. It's more like a roommate who just woke up and immediately starts criticizing your life choices. The possession isn't a cutscene. One moment you're reading about your character's med school debt, the next the dialogue options have changed. Your own thoughts are crossed out. Literally. Text with a line through it, replaced by what the demon wants to say. I screenshotted that. Sent it to someone. They didn't get it.

The real model tag is doing some heavy lifting here. Most of the character art is clearly photographs run through filters, sometimes badly. A girl who's supposed to be your classmate looks like a stock photo of someone holding a textbook they've never opened. But during the more intense scenes, when Bael takes over completely, the jank actually works. The uncanny valley effect of a real face twisted into something wrong. Her eyes don't track right. The lighting on her skin doesn't match the background. It's not scary exactly. More like looking at a corrupted file that's somehow still running.

The RPG elements are barely there. Stats that go up, choices that branch, but the writing is what carries it. Bael's dialogue is genuinely funny in a mean way. He's not seductive. He's a petty, ancient thing who's been locked up too long and now wants to experience everything through you. Food tastes different. People look different. Your own memories start to feel like someone else's. There's a scene with a professor where you can feel the demon getting bored halfway through the conversation and just... taking the wheel. The text becomes fragmented. Single words. Body parts. What the professor would look like bent over the desk.

Wish the student life stuff mattered more. You're supposed to be in medical school but that's basically set dressing. A few mentions of exams, a library location, then it's all demon business. The possession mechanic is the whole game and everything else is just waiting for the next time Bael decides to be a problem. Which is often. The choice system sometimes lies to you. You'll pick what seems like the safe option and the text will just continue as if you picked the other one. Maybe that's a bug. Maybe it's Bael overriding you. The game doesn't clarify.

There's a moment in the second act where you're in your own apartment, alone, and the mirror doesn't show your reflection. Just text describing Bael looking back at you with your own face. No image. Just words. That stuck with me more than any of the sex scenes. Not that those are bad. They're messy and abrupt and the writing gets almost clinical in its descriptions of what's happening to these bodies. A demon who's been starved of sensation for centuries finally getting to feel everything at once. The html format means everything loads instantly. Click. Next. Click. Next. Like Bael is the one clicking through your life.