I keep thinking about the shrine. Not the one you go to on New Years, but the weird forgotten one from this game. Where the main character wakes up after, get this, dying. But that’s like the fifth most interesting thing that happens. The two “Divines” who resurrect you are basically perverts with god complexes, and they just handwave your memory wipe like it’s a forgotten side dish. Then they gift you some freaky fate and you’re just... back. I don’t know, the logic flies out the window faster than a cheap sex toy on sale but I’m not here for logic.

The first time I used the voyeurism shrine power thing, I honest to god forgot about my in-game girlfriend for a solid ten minutes. I was too busy watching the childhood friend duo. Sisters? They blur it intentionally. There’s this whole CG scene where you just observe them through some mystical connection, fumbling with a new toy, all soft and then suddenly frantic, and the boobs are just... ridiculously big. Not complaining. But the game really wants you to lean into the “gifted power” of being a peeping tom, and it’s so scummy it wraps back around to being hilarious. The “sharing” mechanic they hint at is a total fakeout though. It’s all women. The girlfriend never gets within a mile of another dude, she just gets corralled into the growing sapphic harem you’re accidentally building. Felt like I was being pandered to, but in a way I didn’t know I’d enjoy.

And what is with the oral fixation in these scenes? There’s a moment with one of the Divines manifesting just to, I’m quoting the dialogue here, “check on the progress of her assets,” and it turns into a guiding lesson on cunnilingus with a childhood friend who is way too eager. The censor mosaic didn’t hide the sloppiness of it, in a good way. The sound design is literally just looped wet noises that I’m pretty sure are from a ten year old asset pack. But then the fantasy setting kicks in and some ethereal strings start playing and I’m like, fine. Fine, you win. I’m invested in this cuckquean-lite, fantasy fuckfest. Weirdly wholesome at times, despite all the cheating-adjacent vibes. I don’t know what my job was before I died but I doubt it was better than this afterlife. They never did explain what the second gift was. Maybe the real second gift was all the pussy I watched get eaten along the way. Probably is.