The heat sits on that tiny apartment like a wet towel you can’t shake off. It sticks to skin, to clothes, to Rei’s thin tank top when she bends over the sink, pretending she doesn’t feel your eyes on her ass. She’s supposed to be “aunt,” or “family friend,” or whatever label makes it less fucked up that every time she passes in the hallway your cock twitches. She moves slow, tired housewife kind of slow, but every curve on her body screams she knows exactly what she’s doing. Soft big tits that fight against cheap fabric, hips that fill the doorway, that slightly sad smile of a woman who’s been lonely way too long and pretends she’s okay with it. Except she isn’t. Not really.

Then the old man shows up. Claims to be your grandfather. Smells like cigarettes and sweat and something rotten. Sets his suitcase down like he just decided this is his house now. You want to laugh, but Rei’s face drains of color and Sora’s eyes narrow like a cat that spots a mouse. She’s the daughter, sharp tongue and short shorts, always with a game console in hand, pretending she doesn’t notice how her mom starts flinching whenever the old bastard “accidentally” brushes against her. You watch from the crack in your door as he starts touching Rei longer than needed, his wrinkled fingers on her waist, on her ass, talking about “helping with stress.” At first she stiffens, then she forces a smile, then she starts making excuses to be alone with him. For “adult talk.” You know that tone. Corruption doesn’t happen in one big step; it happens cup of tea by cup of tea, “thank you” by “it’s fine, just this once.”

The fucked up part is how the game lets you poke at this situation, not like a hero, but like a horny parasite. You’re not stopping anything. You’re deciding how much you want to see. You can sneak to the bathroom door and hear Rei choking on something that is not a cough. The wet noise of forced oral turning into desperate, hungry sucking, where her gagging shifts into little muffled moans she would never admit are real. Or you stay “loyal” and still end up spying through keyholes while she rides that old bastard, her big ass bouncing on his lap, tears in her eyes but her pussy creaming around him like it belongs there. Sometimes she resists and then folds, sometimes she looks like she’s almost enjoying the rough grip on her hair, the way he talks to her like property. Sometimes you even get pulled in, not as savior but as another man claiming a piece of her, sliding into her raw and leaving your cum deep inside, while her womb already full of someone else’s seed. Interracial mix of bodies and age and power, all wrapped in that cramped apartment where walls are thin and secrets thinner.

Sora’s the little devil in the corner, seeing everything, pretending she doesn’t care. She catches you peeking once, smirks, and the next time she “borrows” the old man’s wallet she demands he plays along. Trading games is not about consoles anymore. She comes back to your room with flushed cheeks and messed hair, chewing on gum that wasn’t hers before, and throws a wrapped bill on your bed like a joke. She teases you, spreads her legs just a bit too far when she sits on your chair, talks about how “grandpa” is disgusting while her eyes sparkle with something way darker. If you push, she might open those legs more, might ask what you’d pay for a peek, or for a taste, or for the chance to paint her face white while her mom moans in the next room on someone else’s cock. This whole summer turns into a slow, sweaty spiral where ownership is just a word men use when they shove their dick somewhere and leave it dripping. Who gets Rei in the end, who marks her womb, who Sora decides to toy with, who really controls the house… that all comes down to the tiny choices you click while your hand is already around your shaft, trying to decide if you want to feel guilty or just enjoy watching everything good rot from inside.

Influencer girl from 2025, suddenly dropped into piss-soaked medieval mud and magic, is honestly one of those setups that sounds like a shitpost but actually works here. She goes from sponsored leggings and fake smiles to begging a cursed sorcerer in a crumbling tower not to feed her to demons, and the tone flip is hot as fuck. Lord Valthor is your POV, classic male protagonist, but written more like a fanfic villain route than a generic porn MC. You’re not “kind but misunderstood”. You’re a bastard with patience, magic, and way too much time to twist people, and the game leans into that. First hour, she’s bitchy, selfie-brained, trying to negotiate like this is a brand collaboration. A couple of scenes later she’s kneeling in cosplay armor you forced her to wear, cheeks flushed, pretending this is “just to stay safe” while your hand is on her throat and you’re making her stroke you between fights. That whole slow slide from brat to toy feels like reading an isekai corruption fic where someone actually cared about the pacing instead of rushing to the first creampie in five clicks.

Story wise, it really does that fanfic thing where canon is the obvious heroic route (save the kingdom, protect the girl, bla bla) and this game is the horny “what if the dark lord won and kept everyone as breeding stock” version. Old knights that should be your enemies end up fucked stupid by your bound harem in the war room. One of my favorite moments: after a tough combat sequence in the forest, you drag the exhausted influencer back by a magic leash, then use her mouth as a cheap reward while planning your next raid. She’s trying to keep her lipstick from smearing while a captured redhead priestess, already pregnant with your kid if you choose that path, watches from a cage and has to masturbate because of a curse linked to your orgasm. It’s cruel and silly and exactly the kind of scene someone would write in a “dark alt ending” on AO3 at 1% shame and 99% horny. There’s anal, boobjobs with those ridiculous big tits pressing together while you talk strategy like it’s normal, group sex when your harem gets too competitive over your attention, and one really nasty cheating scene where she has to fuck a rival lord on your orders while your mark on her body glows so she can’t cum unless you do. I kinda hated that one and also replayed it three times, so yeah. Combat actually matters more than I expected: win a fight, you get more slaves, more corruption options, more weird medieval cosplay outfits to stuff them into; lose, and some scenes shift into humiliation for you instead, which stings in a good way. I wish the time travel stuff went even harder, like more modern tech vs magic porn setups, but whatever, the mix of fantasy war, harem management, bdsm vibes and plain nasty male domination carries it. The animations and ai cg are sometimes uneven, a few faces look slightly off in certain angles, and yet when she’s riding you with that desperate “I don’t want to like this” expression while her big ass is bouncing and your hand is on her belly where your earlier load might be turning into pregnancy, it just works too well to care.

This thing feels like someone peeked into a horny teenager’s brain, but then handed the controls to a guy who actually knows how to push on people’s weak spots. You start as this smug young dude in a house full of women who really should know better, and the whole “family” setup hangs over everything. At first it’s all little moments: someone in a towel that slips just a bit too low, a hug that lasts a second longer than normal, a hand that doesn’t move away fast enough on the couch. It looks innocent if you take a screenshot, but when you’re sitting there clicking and watching the body language go from stiff and annoyed to confused to “ok but don’t tell anyone,” it hits that corruption itch pretty hard. I’m poly, I like when people admit they want more than one person, but here nobody admits shit, they just slowly slide into it, like pretending it’s all an accident while you very much know it isn’t.

The 3D models actually sell it, especially the older women. One has that proper milf energy, big tits and thighs for days, with this tight dress that clings to her ass every time she bends over. The dev clearly worships curves. You get a lot of scenes that start tame, like “help her fix something,” and then somehow she’s half naked, muttering that this is wrong while not actually moving away. Stripping scenes pop up once people are more corrupted, often under some shitty excuse, like “you lost the bet” or “you need to show me you’re serious,” and the game happily lets you lean into humiliation. Blackmail shows up pretty quick too. You catch one of them masturbating, or you “accidentally” walk in when she’s changing, and boom, leverage. After that, you’re not seducing anymore, you’re pushing, and the game doesn’t hide it. There are moments where the main guy is actually sweet for three lines, then turns around and uses a photo to make someone get on their knees. I liked that, then kind of hated it, then liked it again. Sometimes female domination flips the script and she grabs your dick first, but it never lasts long before you’re back in control. What really stuck in my head was one bukkake scene in the living room, where this woman who started all shy and scared is kneeling, covered, breathing hard, staring at you like she’s both angry and turned on. While I was clicking through that I had Telegram pinging on my phone, totally forgot to answer, and when I came back I was still staring at her face thinking, “yeah, she’s not going back to being normal after this.”

Cheating is everywhere but nobody calls it that. People talk about “keeping it between us” or “this is only to help you,” meanwhile they’re riding the guy like they haven’t been fucked in years. There’s no real poly honesty here, it’s closer to a quiet sex cult growing in one house. Some scenes go all the way into sexual harassment territory, like you cornering a girl in the bathroom and not really giving her a reason to say no besides her own shame, and the game just… lets you do it. The writing jumps between kinda clumsy and surprisingly sharp; you get one nice emotional line, then three lines that sound like Google Translate on porn mode. I didn’t hate that, since English is not my first language either, it actually made it feel a bit more raw, less polished. One thing that annoyed me was how often the camera focuses on the same angle of a big ass pressed against a table and then just stays there while the text keeps going. I kept trying to scroll like on Twitter, but no, same shot, more dirty talk. Sex escalates from clumsy boob groping to full-on domination scenes with collars, spit, deepthroat, and that usual “you were a virgin but now you’re my personal toy” line that comes out of nowhere. There was a masturbation scene where one girl is lying on the bed, thinking about the guy, rubbing herself slow, then suddenly she’s moaning like she’s in a porno studio, and I actually laughed out loud, then immediately got horny again. It’s messy, morally fucked, often hot as hell, sometimes stupid, sometimes way too intense, and it feels exactly like something you’d leave open in a hidden Chrome tab and pretend you forgot.

Ayumi looks like that quiet girl on the bus you lowkey stare at and then pretend you didn’t, except here she’s a witch, futa, and basically public enemy number one. The whole thing starts with her already in deep shit, hiding in this creepy forest and trying not to get caught and burned, and I like that the game doesn’t baby you with long lore, it just throws you in the middle of her mess. One second you’re checking the trees for monsters, next second some huge-ass busty monster girl with claws is pinning you against a rock and sniffing you like you’re dinner and sex toy at same time. It’s survival but in a really horny, soft-brutal way. You’re trying to keep Ayumi alive, yeah, but also there’s this sick curiosity, like, ok, what happens if I actually lose here? And the game absolutely answers that. Sometimes too well. I opened this in another tab while pretending to type in Excel and instantly regretted not having a second monitor because the first corruption scene is way too obvious if someone walks by.

What caught me off guard is how Ayumi’s whole futa thing is treated. It’s just there. People care way more that she’s a witch than about the big cock between her legs. You get these scenes where she’s shaking from fear while some angry milf inquisitor is threatening to hurt her, and yeah, it’s intense, but at the same time you catch Ayumi getting turned on by it and you’re like girl, same, but also what the hell. There’s a corruption bar that keeps creeping up every time you let someone use her, or she masturbates when she should be hiding, or you pick the flirty option when a monster girl clearly wants to break her. I liked teasing the hell out of a certain tall, smug knight woman, having Ayumi act submissive and clingy in the dialogues, then flipping on a later route and watching Ayumi shove her against a wall and fuck her like some desperate pervert who finally snapped. The harem side grows kind of naturally, too. You start with one “ally” who is basically manipulating her, then suddenly you realize you’re half roleplaying a romance thread, half grooming your own yandere energy. I had Ayumi obsess hard on this one witch hunter with big ass and cruel smile, visiting her in scenes even when it was a bad idea, just because I wanted to see what new way she’d humiliate Ayumi this time.

The sandbox stuff is messy but in a way I kinda like. You wake up in camp, or a ruined church, or some weird forest shrine, and you decide if Ayumi goes gather herbs, sneak into town where everyone hates witches, or “check on” some girl she’s fixated on. I spent way too long just having her stalk the same milf innkeeper, watching the slow shift from awkward virgin energy to straight up sexual harassment. You talk to her, get gently rejected, then come back corrupted a bit more and suddenly your dialogue choices tilt into creepy, touching her hand too long, sniffing, staring at her cleavage, and the game doesn’t stop you. It punishes you later, kind of, but not enough to make you stop. One moment that stuck with me: Ayumi hiding behind barrels, watching two women in the bath, clearly lovers, and you can choose if she just watches and masturbates quietly or uses magic to “nudge” them, make them more rough, more needy, like she’s directing her own porn. I went full perv with the mind screw, and later when she actually meets one of them face to face, the girl acts different, broken in a subtle way, and Ayumi smiles this tiny fucked up smile. It’s hot and also a bit sick. I wish the game let Ayumi go full obsessive yandere faster, but maybe it’s better it teases it slow. If you play, don’t rush the main plot. Linger on the small scenes, the teasing, the failed escapes, the awkward handjobs given in exchange for “protection” that never really protects anything. Always push Ayumi a bit further than you think is safe. That’s where the good shit happens.

Leon is the kind of guy who pretends shit’s normal while his whole life is quietly horny and fucked up in the background. He’s living with his godmother’s family, acting like it’s all wholesome, but every time she bends over in those tight pants or sits too close on the couch, the game makes sure you feel that knife-twisting mix of guilt and “yeah, I’d still do it.” It’s not loud about it. You’re just clicking through another morning scene, fake-slice-of-life vibe, and suddenly your hand “accidentally” brushes her ass in the hallway. There’s a freeze-frame moment, a tiny little twitch in her face, and then everyone pretends nothing happened. That’s the tone here: quiet, slow-burn corruption, like you’re boiling in your own dirty thoughts and nobody opens the window. The game doesn’t rush to throw panties at your face. You get teasing looks at breakfast, her shirt just a bit too open, thighs a bit too visible when she sits at the table, and Leon’s internal monologue is this mix of denial and hunger that feels way too familiar if you’ve ever stared at an older woman and thought “I really shouldn’t be thinking this” while still staring anyway. It’s not subtle, but it also kind of is, which is what makes it hit harder than the usual “everyone’s naked in five minutes” trash.

Then it goes and adds a boxing angle like it’s a sports anime that got drunk and fell into Pornhub. One moment you’re watching his godmother’s tits subtly bounce under a tank top while she nags him about his future, next moment dude’s in a ring, getting his face rocked while some stacked milf and a feisty younger girl both watch from the sidelines like they’re already arguing over who gets to ride him first. The training scenes are stupidly good for tension: sweat, bruises, close contact, then you go home and the real fight starts, but it’s in the kitchen, with a “harmless” hug from behind that lasts a bit too long, or her pressing her chest into his arm when she pours him coffee. There’s groping that isn’t called groping, hand “placement” that’s too low to be innocent, and a blowjob scene that feels like the dev paused Pornhub mid-clip and tried to paint over it with “emotions.” You get romance, sure, but it’s the fucked kind, the cheating-adjacent, “I want you but I’m not supposed to” flavor, especially when other women start orbiting him and you realize he’s basically building a harem out of bad decisions. The drama pops up hard in these little arguments where someone gets jealous over something tiny, like a glance or a throwaway line, then ten minutes later you’re in an animated scene with wet sounds in your headphones, stroking to a woman who might call you “family” with her mouth and something else with her body. It uses AI art in a way that sometimes looks weird if you stare too long at fingers, but when her lips wrap around him and her eyes look up with that broken mix of lust and regret, you kinda stop caring. This thing feels like watching a slow car crash made of tits, sweat and bad moral choices, and yeah, I kept clicking.

Starship discipline is completely fucked here, in the funniest, dirtiest way possible. You get handed the captain’s chair on the Cerritos, but it feels more like they dumped you in a floating frat house filled with horny degenerates in Starfleet colors. Everyone is used to Admiral Freeman looking the other way, so when you start trying to clean things up, the crew basically tells you to suck it. Half the time you’re walking down a corridor and some ensign has their uniform half open, covered in cum, trying to hide a hard-on or wiping drool off their lips after “checking the sonic shower.” The ship looks like Star Trek, but the mood is more like a super trashy porn parody where nobody remembered the part about “professional behavior.” And you are absolutely encouraged to abuse that.

The center of the chaos is Beckett Mariner, of course. She knows you can’t just throw the admiral’s daughter out an airlock, so she tests every limit she can. One moment she’s lounging in your chair with her boots on the console, tits almost spilling out of her uniform jacket, fake-innocent face and those stupid ahegao eyes when you finally snap and drag her into the ready room. The game really likes that shift from “smartass brat” to “corrupted little cumtoy,” especially when you start using blackmail. You catch her in compromising spots, collect dirty data, and then slowly push things from “get on your knees and swallow” to “bend over the tactical console, I want to see just how tight that ass is.” She resists in that playful way at first, talks back, but the art leans heavy into humiliation: tears in the corners of her eyes, tongue out, mascara a mess, expression halfway between hating you and begging you to creampie her again. The AI-style CG is weirdly perfect for this kind of parody, everything slightly exaggerated, breasts too big for regulation uniforms, cumshots overdramatic, but it fits the whole “cheap bootleg holodeck program” vibe. And it is animated, so you really sit there watching her get filled, milk leaking, mouth drooling, your choices affecting if she ends up more broken-in, covered in bukkake like a used toy, or still pretending she’s in control while she rides you and moans your rank.

What caught me off guard is how the game doesn’t just stop at “straight captain dominates bratty officer.” Lower deck kids and random crew open up way dirtier routes. You walk into the cargo bay and spot two male ensigns “wrestling,” cocks out, one already dripping. That can spiral into you forcing them to service you as punishment, lining them up and choosing who takes you in the ass, who licks your balls clean, who drinks the load. There is gay stuff that doesn’t feel like an afterthought, more like the ship is just completely horny and nobody cares about orientation anymore. Then there is the whole trap and futa angle, uniforms hiding surprise dicks, big tits paired with a throbbing cock that strains the Starfleet fabric. One minute you think you’re punishing a cute, shy communications officer, next moment she drops her pants and you’re staring at a hard shaft and a wet slit both, and the game just goes “yeah, use all of it.” You can force them to suck you, fuck them until their own cum sprays on the control panel, or take it yourself if you lean into being a greedy captain who wants every hole filled. There are scenes where you make an officer pump milk out of her huge tits right onto the floor while everyone watches, or you order a line of crew to kneel and finish them off one by one, covering faces and mouths until they look like someone set a bukkake filter over a still from Lower Decks. Then there are cheating bits, too: married officers getting reamed in your quarters, whispering that their partner doesn’t touch them like this, while you record everything for later blackmail. It’s unapologetically trashy, sometimes mean, and occasionally so over the top you just start laughing, but it keeps that Star Trek parody flavor through all the corruption, like a filthy holodeck program somebody forgot to lock with a command code.

Game looks like something a horny Unreal dev threw together on a long weekend, then accidentally made way more fun than planned. You start by offering a room to this cute friend who kinda has that “good girl but also definitely not” vibe, and from there it slowly turns into a corruption factory with boobs. It calls itself light management and yeah, it is, but it’s that sneaky kind where you think you’re just clicking through some events, and suddenly you’re min-maxing her libido, shame and obedience like it’s endgame raid content. The story drags you forward on rails, but the random events and choices are where the filth lives. One moment you’re giving her pocket money and pretending to be a nice guy, next moment you’re deciding if you use a little mind control nudge to make her forget she ever said no to showering with the door closed. It starts very tame: casual teasing, accidental boob bumps, “oops I walked in while she’s masturbating” kind of stuff. Then it shifts into groping during “massage,” handjobs while she pretends it’s just helping you relax, and that slow, evil slide into sleep sex where you stand there thinking, ok, this is fucked up, and then you click “continue” anyway.

What really works is how the superpowers are handled. They’re not big flashy nonsense, more like subtle mental edits. You dial her inhibitions down one notch at a time and watch it reflect in later scenes. Like you tell her it’s normal to walk around in just a shirt, and a few events later she’s doing it without even mentioning it, boobs bouncing while she leans over your bed to wake you up. Then you push her thing for public exposure and suddenly there’s this scene in a crowded place where you “help” her pick outfits that are not clothes, they’re basically excuses for her tits to greet society. It feels less like playing a hero and more like being a pervy system admin of her brain. Oral scenes are nice too, you can feel the progression from hesitant “I’ve never done this before” blowjob to sloppy, enthusiastic cock worship on the couch while some normal TV show is running in the background. And because the game is built around that trainer style loop, you keep getting these little variations: she jerks you off in the bathroom because she’s afraid someone might hear her sucking you, or she’s on her knees under the table, your choice if she chokes or takes it slow. There’s a harem angle starting up too, like you see the hooks: more girls dropping in, more stats to manage, more minds to bend. Management side is simple but sticky, just enough to make you plan which perversion to level first instead of brute forcing everything. Only thing that annoyed me was one specific repeat animation that pops up in different scenes with only slight changes, and now I see it in my sleep. Still clicked through it every time, so I guess the game won.

Therapist guy walks into his own office like it’s just another boring day, paperwork, polite small talk, all that “how does that make you feel” bullshit. Then this one patient shows up, blonde, stacked like the dev grew up on old Windows 98 porn folders, and everything just starts to slide off the rails in slow motion. Not sudden, not some instant porn logic. It’s more like watching an ice cube melting over your desk, except the ice cube is his professional ethics and it’s leaking straight into his dick. Game takes that whole “I’m a serious doctor” vibe and keeps poking holes in it every session. He’s trying to stay clinical, she’s talking about how horny she gets and how her husband doesn’t really pay attention, and you’re sitting there clicking like “yeah bro, that clipboard is not helping anymore.”

The fun part is how his buddy poisons his brain. That friend is like the demon on his shoulder who spent too many years on Pornhub comments. Texts and chats pop up where he’s all “why are you being a saint, man, she clearly wants it, what’s the worst that can happen” and you just watch the therapist start to believe his own bullshit excuses. Overnight, the way he looks at her changes. At first it’s “patient with marital issues,” then it’s “woman who probably masturbates in the shower thinking about random guys,” then it’s “if I ask the right questions, maybe she’ll tell me where and how she touches herself.” And the game actually lets you push him into that. You pick dialogue that sounds half respectable on paper, but under it there’s that dirty intention. You’re like, “this is for her emotional growth,” while the camera is taking its sweet time on her cleavage and you’re absolutely not thinking about emotional growth at all.

What it nails is that slow corruption vibe. Her clothes and makeup change over time, more lip gloss, boobs practically suffocating the neckline, little details that whisper “I’m not as innocent as when we started, doc.” She talks about being a good wife, then somehow she’s describing how she touches herself when the husband is passed out in front of the TV, and she says it in this shy way that is not really shy, more like she wants someone to drag the filth out of her. There is this one scene where you can “suggest” a relaxation technique and it turns into guided masturbation on the couch, very clinical words, very not clinical hand movement. You sit there like, yeah, Freud would absolutely high five you right now. The netori angle comes in not with drama at first, but with little betrayals. She still mentions her husband while she’s blushing and asking your character if he thinks she’s sexy, and that makes it dirtier, like cheating inside her head before it’s in the bed. The 3D style looks a little stiff in spots, like old school poser renders, but that kind of makes it nostalgic if you grew up collecting pixelated XXX gifs on limewire instead of having 4K right away. Sometimes the scenes animate just enough to make you wish there was one more camera angle they never give you, and yeah that annoys the hell out of me, but then the next session drops a line like “I dreamed about you last night, doctor” and suddenly you forget you were even mad five clicks ago.

Summer in this thing feels sticky in the best and worst way. You can almost smell the salt from the sea and that weird countryside mix of boredom and heavy air, where nothing happens and then suddenly everything happens at once. You start out thinking it’s going to be this cute little romantic break for Izumi and Sophia, school year behind them, sun on the skin, that first night sex where both are still a bit wound up from exams. Her riding him with that fake innocent look that doesn’t really hide how much she likes it, tongue out, eyes rolled when he finally gives in. It feels normal. Comfortable. You almost fall for the idea that this is a straight summer love story, like some harmless anime you keep on in another tab while you scroll Twitter. But then the father shows up. Kuroda doesn’t rush anything, which is what makes it nasty in a good way. He’s older, moves slow, watches more than he talks. The game lets you sit in that, in those lazy scenes where nothing explicit is happening and still you feel like you’re watching the first crack in a glass. Sophia in light clothes that cling a bit too much from the heat. No bra in the hallway. That one scene where she bends to pick up a dropped towel and he’s just standing there behind her, not saying a word. It feels almost like you should look away and of course you don’t.

What I liked is how it keeps pretending everyone is still “respecting” the relationship while constantly shoving small betrayals in your face. Like that barbecue evening where Izumi gets a little drunk and brags about how wild Sophia can be in bed, like an idiot, laughing, not getting that his own words are giving his father ideas. Later, in the kitchen, she’s blushing about it, and you see Kuroda’s hand linger on her lower back just a bit too long. The game really enjoys turning Sophia into this sweet girl who slowly starts testing how far she can go without being caught. No instant switch to slut mode. It’s more fun than that. A shared smoke outside, his rough fingers brushing ash from her lips. That awkward scene in the tiny country bathroom, her pressing her thighs together because she “needs to pee” but it’s obvious she’s actually remembering his eyes on her earlier. And yeah, there is this messed up thrill when the old guy finally gets more than just stolen glances. The first time he touches her properly, it’s not even full on sex, just his hand slipping under her shorts on that little countryside road where crickets are screaming and Izumi is literally twenty meters away checking something on his phone. She bites her lip, looks like she might scream or call him, but she doesn’t. Of course she doesn’t. And later, when she’s back in bed with Izumi, the way she rides him starts to change. Hips looser, face more open, like she’s replaying something else in her head while moaning his name. The game is cruel like that. It lets you see a sweet summer couple get slowly eaten alive from inside, replaced by this filthy secret thing between a girl and the man who should be the safest person around her. And what really got me? There is one scene on the beach, at sunset, when she sits between them, the younger and the older, and you can’t unsee that the way she leans into Kuroda’s shoulder is just a tiny bit deeper than it should be, her thighs pressed together because she knows exactly what they did in the house earlier that day, with the windows half open, cicadas yelling, his thick cock stretching her in a way Izumi never quite did, leaving her walking different, acting the same, lying straight to his face with a soft little smile.