John thinks he knows what “being in control” means. Middle aged dude, nice house, hot wife who calls him “Sir” when the bedroom door closes, cute shy girl hanging around like some lost kitten who accidentally discovered Pornhub too early. Everything looks quiet on the outside, and then Lexie rings the bell with a suitcase and a fuck-you attitude, and the whole setup basically jumps into the blender. The fun part is, the game lets you steer that chaos from inside everyone’s head, not just his. One moment you’re John, getting your cock stroked under the table while trying to act normal. Next scene, you’re Kate, deciding if you punish Lexie for mouthing off or secretly enjoy being challenged by another brat in the house. Then suddenly you’re inside Rachel’s brain, and she’s trying to figure out why watching John dominate Kate makes her so wet she has to masturbate in the bathroom right after family dinner.

What sells it for me is how the sex doesn’t wait until everyone “talks about their feelings” for 10 hours. Lexie walks in, takes one look at how John and Kate play their dom games, and instead of being shocked like a normal person, she basically goes: “Yeah alright, I can work with this.” She’s loud, she teases, she gropes, she tests limits. There’s this scene where she “accidentally” brushes Rachel’s tits while pretending to help her dress, holds a bit too long, and you can feel poor Rachel freeze like a deer in headlights, then squirm because she secretly wants more. Another time Lexie corners John in the shower, starts jerking him off while talking shit about his wife, and you choose if he shuts her down or fucks her hard against the tiles and fills her pussy just to shut her up. And Kate is not just some jealous ornament either. One of my favorite bits is when she realizes Lexie is trying to steal “her Dom” and she flips the script, slaps a collar on Lexie and makes the girl lick her out while John watches. Or doesn’t watch. Your call. The game doesn’t scream “lesbian route” at you, it just quietly throws you into a moment where Kate’s fingers are inside Lexie and Lexie is moaning louder than she swears she ever would.

What’s kind of annoying, small thing, but it stayed in my head, is that one specific outfit. You’ll see it on Rachel, this overly cute getup, and it just will not go away. She wears variations of it and I started focusing more on the stupid bow than on her getting a creampie on the couch. No idea why that pissed me off so much. Anyway, the whole domination angle is not one-note. Sometimes John is clearly in charge, pinning someone down, fucking her slowly until she begs to be filled and then you choose to give her that sloppy creampie or pull out and make her taste every drop while she blushes. Other times, Kate just decides “nope, I’m running this now” and you’re stuck as John, half humiliated, half turned on while both girls use your body like a toy. There are softer things too, masturbating alone in bed while thinking about what you did, or watching two women tangle together on the sheets while you’re not invited. And yeah, there is that forbidden family vibe in the relationships, the way Lexie talks back to Kate, the way Rachel looks at John with those big eyes like he’s some mix of father figure and secret porn fantasy. It never pretends to be wholesome. It’s messy, horny, weirdly funny sometimes, and the story keeps tossing little turns at you, like you think you’re getting a simple harem and suddenly you’re choosing who dominates who, who gets corrupted, and who ends up on their knees licking someone else’s cum out of a freshly fucked pussy.

First thing that hit me with this game is how horny the whole “board game” frame actually feels once you’re inside it. You’re not just clicking scenes, you’re basically a pawn on this smug Game Master’s table, getting moved around a dungeon that clearly cares more about tits and teasing than treasure. Every square you land on is like a dare. One moment you’re planning your next “strategic” move, the next moment a monster girl with ridiculous curves is pressing you into the wall and asking if you like your face buried in big ass or big tits first. And the game lets you lean into being a bastard dom or just… melt. It really goes hard on that push and pull between dominance and submission, you can feel it in almost every encounter. Sometimes literally, like when you choose between slapping her cheeks red or letting her ride your face while she laughs at you.

The humor is pretty trashy in the best way, like a dungeon run written by that one horny DM who never got over their monster girl folder. There’s a lot of tongue-in-cheek jokes about crit fails and “rolling for stamina” while a clingy slime girl is jerking you off in three different ways at once. I actually paused to screenshot a scene where the GM basically mocks you for picking the “wholesome” route, then immediately gives you a “bonus” in the form of a monster girl who acts shy but has hands everywhere. Handjobs are everywhere here, but they’re not just copy-paste scenes. Sometimes it’s a casual “reward” on a safe tile, sometimes it’s you pinned down with her using your cock like a joystick while you pretend you’re still in control of the fight. Vaginal stuff hits harder when you’ve actually schemed your way into it, like when you’ve been edging through groping and spanking options and finally unlock a position that feels earned, not just thrown at you.

What I didn’t expect was how much the multiple protagonist thing would mess with my brain. One run I’m this cocky male hero trying to top every monster girl into submission, another run I’m a stacked female champion getting slowly turned into the GM’s favorite toy. Swapping viewpoints changes the whole flavor of the same board, but it’s messy in a good way. You get these strategy moments where you agonize over a tile that might level your character up or might just end with you on your knees, drool on your chin, while some smug demon girl rides you and keeps “accidentally” grinding your weak spot. Sometimes the female dom stuff sneaks up on you. You think you’re the one in charge because you picked all the aggressive options, then the scene flips and suddenly you’re the one begging while she laughs, spanking you like you’re the pet. The simulator vibe shows up in how you shape your role: do you become a cruel bastard, a submissive toy, or that chaotic mix who spanks her monster girls and then gets pegged metaphorically by the GM narrative two turns later. I kinda wish the board color was different but whatever, I’m still thinking about that one scene where a monster girl sits on your lap mid “battle,” guides your hand to her ass, and the GM just writes in a rule that you lose your turn unless you make her cum. I’m not even mad. Just annoyed that the sound for one specific tile is weirdly louder than everything else and now I can’t un-hear it.

Morgana lands in Sydney all bright-eyed and proper, and the game almost laughs at her for it. She’s this very English, very polite girl with soft curves that are not soft at all once the camera stops pretending to be shy. The shared house she moves into looks classy at first, clean pool, big rooms, that kind of “Instagram rich” vibe. Then you start noticing the way every guy looks at her. Not like “oh, she’s cute”, more like “I haven’t fucked in forever and I’m counting the seconds until she cracks”. The whole house has this thick male energy, like a locker room that learned how to use cologne. She walks around in her casual clothes, ass bouncing a bit too much, tits a bit too real, and you can tell the game really wants you to stare. It’s almost rude how long the camera stays behind her when she goes up the stairs.

The first time she’s alone in the living room and one of the guys just sits too close on the couch, it hits what the game is actually about. He’s “friendly”, arm over the backrest, his hand not quite touching her shoulder, you know the fake respectful thing. She leans forward to grab the TV remote, shirt slipping down just enough to show that heavy cleavage, and suddenly he’s staring like he’s never seen tits before. You’re just waiting for the moment his fingers “accidentally” brush the side of her breast. And yeah, he does. The game freezes for half a second on her face, that mix of embarrassment and something curious she doesn’t understand yet. She pulls away, of course, she’s engaged, she’s “good”. The game laughs again. Later, when she’s in the kitchen in those tiny shorts, you can see the shape of her ass cheeks move under the fabric while another guy just watches her from the corridor. He doesn’t talk. He just looks. It feels dirty without even needing explicit sex yet, because the whole house is already undressing her with their eyes every time she walks by.

What I liked is how it doesn’t jump straight into full-on porn. It toys with her. With you, actually. First it’s the lingering looks, the “accidental” bump in the hallway, a hand on her lower back that stays there a bit too long when he leads her through a door. You get scenes where she’s changing in her room, thinking she’s alone, and the camera shifts from her reflection in the mirror to a tiny gap in the door, like someone might be watching. Or maybe it’s just you being a creep. She slides her panties up over that thick ass, adjusts them, and pauses with her hand on her own butt, almost like she wonders if she’s become sexier lately or if she’s just paranoid. There’s a moment when she ends up giving a very awkward handjob, still trying to convince herself it’s “just helping a friend” and it doesn’t count as cheating. She’s blushing, fumbling, clearly inexperienced, fingers clumsy around his cock, and the guy is guiding her hand, pushing her to stroke harder, faster, dirtier. The way her innocence slowly rots inside that house is the whole point. You start with this sweet virgin fiancée who thinks she’s in a love story, but the game is more interested in the moment she stops pulling her shirt back up when someone stares, the moment she holds eye contact while a guy openly checks out her tits instead of looking away. The corruption is not fireworks, it’s a long, slow stare. And that’s why it feels hot and wrong at the same time.

You wake up in Eroselle with a hard-on, a shitty reputation, and zero clue how this world even works. Perfect combo. Everybody acts like your arrival is some bug in the code of reality: the King looks at you like trash, the Princess talks like she’s already bored of you, but the magic in this place wants to crawl under your skin. And yeah, that includes the girls. This is one of those worlds where the economy basically runs on tits and spells. You wander through this “proper” fantasy city and every alley feels like it’s watching you. Tavern girls with ridiculous hips bending too far over the tables, big-ass noble ladies pretending they don’t like being stared at, mages with robes that hide nothing when they lean down to “help” you study. The game pretends it’s about politics and war, then gives you a chance to grope a busty elf in a library corner because you picked the flirty dialogue instead of the “responsible” one. And the best part, the bodies don’t feel copy-pasted. One girl has this heavy, natural chest that jiggles when she laughs at you, another has that tight, perky pair that looks amazing when she’s on her knees, hand around your cock, teasing and stalling like she’s grinding XP out of your frustration. Animations are not perfect, sometimes the mouth-sync looks a bit cursed, but somehow that makes it hotter. Like weird porn you accidentally replay ten times.

The whole “goddess of lust” thing isn’t just flavor text. Your dick is basically your skill tree. You flirt, you grope, you eat pussy, you suck on those soft big tits, you let them stroke you slow with oil and whispered dirty talk, and you actually get stronger. Unlock a new power, go back to town, suddenly that shy witch who used to blush and run away when you complimented her ass now drops to the floor and starts licking the sweat from your abs after a fight. I had one scene where I’d just finished a quest in the forest and my health was low, and instead of using a potion, this cute healer girl drags me behind a tree and says she can “channel” extra energy through her mouth. Cut to her on all fours, face buried in my lap, slobbering and moaning every time I twitch in her throat, with those huge tits hanging and swaying under her. That was the moment I forgot there was even a main story. Then later I tried to min-max the romance routes like some nerd in a Google Sheet and the game went “nah” and locked me out of an option because I’d been too much of a slut with random NPCs. Slightly pissed me off. But then a new scene popped with a jealous princess riding me angry, biting my neck, calling me a pervert while grinding her fat ass down and telling me I belong to her. So whatever, I forgave it instantly. It’s messy, horny, sometimes goofy as hell, with that cheap fantasy humor where a magic spell backfires and suddenly you’re stuck in a bathhouse with three wet, naked girls and no towel, only your hands and your rising problem. Feels like the game is laughing with you, not at you. Or maybe at you. Hard to tell when your screen is full of bouncing tits and dirty whispered lines that actually sound like a real girl losing control, not some clean, polished script trying too hard to be sexy.

You wake up wrong. That is the first thing that hit me. Not heroic, not cool cyberpunk badass, just this sick, half-loaded feeling like your soul got dragged through a glitchy Pornhub ad. You’re in your backup sleeve, lying in some cheap future med-bay, the kind that smells like burnt plastic and sex lube, and your own body doesn’t quite fit. Your fingers are a bit too long, your chest feels heavy in a way it shouldn’t, heart rate monitor chirping like a horny bird, and your vision keeps tearing like a bad stream on xVideos. Crew’s a mess, ship’s a mess, and your upload is corrupted enough that if you calm down, you die. Which is a fucked up way of saying: you literally need to be kept turned on just to keep your brain from shutting off.

The “keep his heart rate up” thing sounds like a cheesy porn excuse, and yeah, it is, but here it actually wraps around into the story surprisingly tight. You’re surrounded by these thick-thighed, short-haired, neon-dyed space girls that look like someone smashed together a strip club and a hacker bar, then sprinkled futa on top for good measure. They are not gentle nurses. You’re not in some healing crystal spa. You are meat they are determined to keep pumping, with hands that wander the second the monitor dips below a number they like. One moment the medic is calmly explaining your neural corruption, next moment her gloved hand slides under your hospital sheet and she squeezes like she’s testing a weapon part. The captain leans over you, short hair brushing your face, tits spilling out of a half-open suit, and she’s pissed you almost died but she’s also grinding on your thigh with this lazy, practiced dominance that says she has done this before with other poor fucks on other poor ships.

I liked how the game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about the body stuff. Your sleeve is customizable, but not in that boring “pick eye color, done” way. It’s big asses that bounce when you get grabbed, heavy tits that strain cheap fabric, cocks and clits and both, because why not if you’re paying for a synthetic body anyway. Cyberpunk setting, sure, there are glowing cityscapes outside the porthole and some talk about data smuggling and black clinic surgeons, but honestly the real sci-fi here is “how far can we push this body before the heart flatlines.” There is this one scene that stuck with me: you’re strapped into this sloopy auto-doc chair, and a futa crew engineer, all colorful undercut and grease on her cheeks, is pretending to “check your reflexes” while she slowly strokes you with one hand and plays with the med panel with the other, watching the HR line spike when she squeezes your balls just a bit too hard. And the worst part? She keeps half-talking about thruster repairs, like she’s multitasking you like any other ship component.

Not everything lands. Some of the dialogue comes out a bit stiff in the wrong way, like someone tried to write badass one-liners while also jerking off and lost the balance. There is a moment where a character calls a neural buffer a “quantum RAM thingy” and I still don’t know if that’s on purpose or just lazy, but I kind of love it because it feels like late-night shitposting turned into a game script. The pacing jumps all over: one second you’re gasping, being ridden hard by a thick-hipped futanari officer who pins your wrists to keep your pulse up, the next second someone brings up fuel dates and cargo lists like we didn’t just watch you cum all over the med bed. Also, tiny complaint that bugged me way more than it should: the damn heart rate sound is slightly too high-pitched, like my Fitbit having an orgasm, and it made me reach for my phone twice, thinking I got a notification. Still, when the girls crowd around you, colored hair brushing your skin, their hands greedy, their voices low and bossy, using your overheating body as both patient and toy, that shrill little beep just disappears into the background like any other cheap future noise. Sex as life support. Literally. It’s messed up, and it works.

Jamie feels like that guy you see in every Discord server who’s always online, always “one more match,” and somehow still confused why his life is going to shit. The game throws you into his head and also out of it, since you hop to other points of view too, but it never asks what you think. It just drags you through this messy school-life drama where sex is basically the only honest language anybody speaks. One minute you’re in the classroom with all the usual fake politeness, the next you’re watching a hand slide under a desk, fingers pressing into thigh, then panties, then nothing. And because it’s kinetic, you don’t get that safety of “oh I’ll pick the nice option.” There is no nice option. Stuff just happens, and it gets worse, and you kind of hate it and keep clicking anyway.

Kim is supposed to be the “good girl,” loyal and patient while Jamie hides in his games, but the story keeps poking holes in that fake ideal. She’s waiting for him, horny, frustrated, touching herself alone while he’s busy chasing loot instead of her tits. Then William shows up, all calm and composed, the kind of guy who actually listens, and you know where that goes. Not suddenly, not with fireworks, more like slow rot. A shoulder touch at the lockers. A “joke” about how she could do better. Walking her home. Fingers brushing her lower back. Next thing, you’re staring at an internal view of his cock in her, thick and detailed, cum pouring straight into her like she hasn’t had a boyfriend in months. The weird thing is, the game never pauses to guilt-trip anyone. Netorare is just treated like weather: it rains, you get wet, nobody asks permission.

The sex is filthy in that very direct way that doesn’t feel like porn dialogue written by someone who never touched a person. There is anal that isn’t romantic at all, just rough and controlling, with her knees shaking and her mouth saying “no, we can’t” while her body obviously can. There’s groping on the train, hands on big tits while strangers look away, that ugly little realism of harassment where the world pretends nothing is happening. The “trap” angle sneaks in sideways, you think one character is just a shy boy and suddenly you’re watching him get pinned and used, his ass spread open, treated like a toy but there is this tiny flicker of pleasure in his eyes that fucks with your moral compass. The futa and trans stuff doesn’t show up as some big “special episode” either, it just exists in the cast, like yeah, she has a dick and she’s jerking it in the bathroom stall thinking about corrupting someone’s girlfriend later, why are you surprised?

Gay scenes hit different, more like raw territory fights than romance. Two guys testing each other, dominance games in the locker room, a blowjob that starts as a threat and turns into something way more confusing when the “victim” starts pushing back instead of pulling away. There’s interracial stuff folded in without big speeches, just visual contrast and constant power plays, like the game is obsessed with who owns who in every frame. Masturbation is everywhere, almost casual, everyone doing it: Jamie half-hard in bed with his phone, Kim in the shower trying not to say William’s name, some side character hunched over a desk in the empty classroom, panting quietly so the teacher in the next room doesn’t hear. And the whole time, corruption is the slow heartbeat underneath. Nobody wakes up a monster. They just make one small compromise, then one more, until cheating feels less like betrayal and more like gravity. The really annoying part? At one point I tried to scroll back by muscle memory, like on Telegram, to check a line I missed, and my thumb kept hitting the wrong place, and I still don’t know what that one whispered line before the creampie was. It bugs me more than it should.

Angelica shows up in this city like she thinks life is finally going to calm down, and within five minutes you are watching people eye-fuck her in the hallway while you try to remember which key opens the damn inventory. She is 22, fresh grad, thinks she is smart, then gets sucked into this crime and family mess where everyone either wants to fuck her, use her, or both at same time. You start just helping her move in, checking some messages, a little masturbation scene in the new apartment if you push certain choices, and suddenly you are in the middle of some shady deal behind a strip club, staring at a guy who looks like a dilf version of a cartel accountant. The jump is wild but it somehow feels natural, like "yeah of course we went from unpacking boxes to blowjob in a car behind the bar." I got distracted at one point just opening every dialogue option to see who is secretly a creep, and surprise, most of them.

There is this thing the game does where it teases you with exhibition vibes all the time. Tiny skirt, no panties, camera lingering on her ass way too long while she walks through crowded street, some dude "accidentally" bumps into her and his hand stays on her hip for a second too long. You can lean into it or try to keep her more "good girl" but even when I tried to play her careful I still ended up in this scene where she is half naked behind a half closed door, moaning quietly, while some family member passes by the hallway and you just know if you click wrong they see everything. It turns into this weird mix of voyeur and exhibition, like you are watching and also making her the show for other people. Sometimes it felt hot, other times I was like "ok this is kinda messed up" then the next second there is anal on a leather couch and my brain just shuts up. The game calls it corruption, but it is really just you slowly finding out everyone around her is horny and slightly criminal or fully criminal. There is group sex, there is multiple penetration, stuff that hits fast once the story opens up, and when the interracial scenes hit they do not tiptoe around it, it is right in your face and pretty filthy. One of the best moments was this stripping scene where she is supposed to just "audition" and it escalates to oral and groping while another girl watches from the back room, half in the shadows. That little voyeur angle, plus the sound of cheap club music looping, somehow made it way hotter than it looked at first.

I kept thinking the game only cares about Angelica, but then the other playable characters show up and suddenly you jump into someone older, or into a guy, or into this milf type who is part of the family mess. The tone shifts when that happens. With her, scenes feel like "oops, I am in danger, also I am horny." With the others, it is more "I know exactly what I am doing and I am still a terrible person." There is one older man you control who walks into a massage place, and that whole sequence turns from casual talk to sexual harassment to full on prostitution-level negotiation in like three dialogue lines. The writing is not perfect, some phrases feel like they came from Google Translate, which is funny because my English is not even good and I still noticed it, but in sex scenes it weirdly helps, makes the dirty talk shorter and more direct. Creampies, anal, double penetration, that stuff is not hidden, when it goes there the camera stays and the sound design pushes it, with those wet sloppy sounds you pretend you do not like but you turn the volume up a bit. Oh and there is graphic violence that pops out of nowhere sometimes, like one moment you are deep in a blowjob scene in a car, next moment someone gets beaten halfway to death in a back alley and you wonder if you should have taken a different choice three scenes back. Only thing that annoyed me constantly was how clicky the UI feels in some menus, like the hitbox on one button is weirdly tiny and my fat mouse finger keeps missing it, and I never got used to that. Anyway, you go from masturbation in a lonely apartment to family drama, to stripping, to crime mystery, to group sex in some cramped room where everybody is sweating, sometimes in the span of what feels like ten clicks, and my brain kept going "one more scene then I stop" then I forgot what I was doing before I started playing.

Everything about this game feels like some horny fever dream of a lazy knight who just wanted gold, boobs and trouble in the woods. You play this very average dude, not some shining hero, who gets shoved into this “kill the monster, get the treasure, impress the Hooters girls” kind of quest, and the whole thing leans hard into parody. It knows it’s ridiculous. The fantasy world feels like one of those cheap tavern wallpapers on Steam, but then the milfs show up with these insane curves, perfect for those big soft-tit moments, and suddenly you forget you were supposed to be a brave adventurer and not just a walking erection. The game lets you wander around like a sandbox, poking at places you shouldn’t, teasing big-ass monster girls, getting sucked off by women who absolutely know better, and everything has this messy, horny energy that feels more like a dirty joke that went too far than a “serious” adult story.

Combat is this simple turn-based thing, but it’s used more like foreplay than real challenge. You’re in a fight, you’re trading hits, then the scene slows down and the monster isn’t just a monster. She’s got thick thighs, obscene cleavage, and she leans in close, her tits almost spilling over your screen, and suddenly the “attack / defend / skill” thing gets weirdly erotic. Sometimes when you win, the reward isn’t just gold, it’s a full-on lewd scene: sloppy handjob with her drooling over your cock, tits pressed together and she’s milking you while making fun of how fast you cum, or you get pinned down by some big-titted fantasy milf who rides you like you’re just another loot chest. The AI CG is surprisingly expressive too, not perfect, it has that slightly off vibe here and there, but the faces when they tease you, the way lips wrap around nipples during boob-sucking scenes, the way their asses look in motion during the animated bits, it all creates this low-key hypnotic rhythm. I caught myself just staring at a jiggle loop longer than I want to admit, like some brain-dead caveman.

The pacing is weird in a good way. Sometimes things are slow, lots of teasing, a milf leaning over you, her top barely holding those giant tits, she makes you wait, strokes you lazily with her hand, spits on it a little, whispers stupid fantasy lines that still hit, then suddenly the game jumps into another silly quest or random joke and you’re like, “wait, I was about to cum, wtf.” It’s horny, then silly, then horny again, like switching tabs between Pornhub and YouTube memes. And yeah, the UI is a little clunky, some buttons feel like they got placed by a drunk goblin, one sound loop in the forest kept repeating and I wanted to smack my speakers, but then there’s this one scene where a thick milf pushes your head into her chest, you hear wet sucking, her moans get louder, her hips grind on your leg, and the sound mix suddenly just clicks. That heavy breathing, the sloppy mouth sounds when she licks your nipples, the wet strokes when she jerks you while staring into your eyes, it pulled me right back. The whole game is like that: a horny little adventure that pretends to be about slaying some beast, but really it’s about being used, teased and drained by big-tit fantasy women who know exactly what they’re doing and are having way too much fun with your poor hero.

Rei’s the kind of guy you swipe past in real life. Dead eyes, tired voice, running a shitty pawnshop in a part of town that smells like stale cigarettes and cheap cologne. The game throws you straight into his head, and it’s not heroic at all, which I kinda loved. He’s not a “nice guy secretly,” he’s just worn down, a little selfish, a little pervy, but still not trash enough to leave a pretty rich girl on the street to get grabbed again. Akari shows up in his life like a lost luxury item someone forgot to pick up. She’s all soft curves, expensive taste still leaking through her body language, tits that obviously don’t belong in a cramped pawnshop backroom. The first time you see her trying to sit prim and proper on this busted old sofa while her button-up shirt strains over her chest, it feels wrong in a fun way. She’s supposed to be untouchable, and the whole game is about how fast that “proper heiress” vibe rots once money and safety disappear.

The dirty part is not only the sex scenes, it’s how the game makes you slowly cross the line with her. You’re choosing how much you lean into being a creep. There’s this early moment when she’s exhausted, half-asleep after a bath, sitting in a towel. You can just let her rest or you can “adjust” the towel and your hand lingers way too long on her thigh. The camera angle makes you stare at the gap between her legs, the soft inner skin, the way she tenses but doesn’t pull away. She just looks at you with this mix of shame and need because she literally has nowhere else to go. That’s the vibe. You’re not forcing her screaming and scratching, but you’re 100% using her situation, testing how much harassment she’ll swallow to keep her new “home.” And what fucked me up a bit is how sometimes she starts to respond. You grope her “by accident” in the cramped kitchen, and by the third time, she doesn’t flinch, she just bites her lip. The voice acting sells it hard, those shaky breaths when you squeeze her tits from behind and she tries to scold you while her moan cracks in the middle. It feels like she’s slowly learning that her body is the only real currency left, and you’re the first investor.

Then there’s Ryuichi, the rich shark who decides he wants her like a status symbol and a toy at the same time. The netorare angle hits when you start getting scenes that feel like parallel worlds. In one path, you keep Akari close, corrupt her at your pace, those quiet scenes of her riding you in the dark, whispering that she doesn’t care about her old life anymore. In another, your choices fuck up and suddenly you’re standing in front of your phone screen in-game, looking at a video he sent you, where Akari is in some luxury suite, her perfect tits spilling out of a tight dress, his hand sliding up her thigh while she forces this polite smile. Later it gets worse. There’s a scene where she’s on his lap, legs spread, panties pushed aside, her voice shaking as she begs him to stop, but her hips keep grinding down on him anyway. The audio is brutal there, that mix of disgust and helpless arousal. She calls out your name once while he’s finger fucking her, and he laughs and pushes deeper, telling her nobody will believe she “didn’t want it” when she’s dripping all over his hand. You don’t even see Rei in that scene, just his mental absence, which somehow made it hotter and more wrong for me. You feel like a ghost watching your “girl” become his favorite toy, and it scratches that twisted itch of losing something you never truly owned. The multiple endings twist all that into different flavors of fucked up, some where you break her first, some where he does, some where she learns to enjoy being passed around like collateral. It’s messy, ugly, erotic as hell, and weirdly honest about how power, money and a pair of big tits can rewrite a person’s whole personality.