Phone Story looks harmless when it loads, like one of those cheap mobile chat sims you open on Chrome while pretending to check Slack. It is not harmless. It is that slow, nasty itch in the back of your head if you like watching “what if my girl had someone else in her DMs” kind of stuff. You play the husband who goes away, but honestly the main character is Lisa’s damn phone. Half the game is you reading her messages and deciding how much rope you want to give her, then pulling it back too late. You don’t click through some porn slideshow and right into “she’s on a couch with a giant dick in her.” The game takes its time. First it’s just flirty texts, a photo with “is this too much?” kind of teasing, her asking your opinion, your “friend” dropping those little comments that sound harmless until you reread them in incognito at work and realize you’re basically writing your own cuck script.

The pacing is weirdly strong for a messy hentai VN. Sometimes one choice just makes her send a slightly spicier selfie, sometimes it jumps right into a scene where she’s on video call, touching herself, trying to convince you it’s “for you” while that friend’s name keeps popping at the top of the screen. Classic anime-wife look, soft face, kinda innocent expression, but you can watch the corruption slide in bit by bit. She starts dressing more revealing, talking about “just hanging out” with him, a little wine, harmless cuddling, totally not cheating, right? Sure. Then you get those AI-looking CGs where she’s on her knees, lips glossy, your friend’s bbc in front of her mouth, and she’s still typing some sweet romantic bullshit to you with the other hand. The game loves making you stare at chat bubbles while she’s getting filled somewhere offscreen or in a small mirrored reflection. Proper voyeurism energy. The actual sex scenes hit all the usual spots, vaginal, anal, her pinned to a table, riding, messy facials, the whole thing, but the part that sticks is when she looks happy and guilty at the same time and you know it’s half for you and half for herself. Sometimes the writing slips and a line sounds like it came out of Google Translate, but honestly that kinda fits the vibe. On Android Chrome the text boxes get too big and cover half the art, which annoys the hell out of me, and if you tap too fast you skip a good line and there’s no quick log button right in your face, you have to dig for it. Also one route feels like it jumps from “maybe I’ll flirt” to “raw creampie from your buddy” in like two clicks, like the dev got horny and forgot the slow burn. Still, if you’re into netorare or softer netorase stuff, that moment when you tell her “yeah, explore a bit, just don’t forget me” and later you’re literally watching her try anal for the first time with someone else because you told her it’s fine, that hits way harder than it has any right to. And yeah, sometimes you tell her to stay faithful and the game almost seems annoyed, like “are you sure you don’t want to watch?” but then it gives you these surprisingly sweet romantic scenes where she masturbates with the phone propped up, moaning your name while she’s already mentally halfway to the neighbor’s bedroom. Not subtle at all, but that’s kind of the point.

Hailey’s story hits that weird spot between hot and kind of painful in the chest, and I liked that more than I want to admit. You start as this regular guy who clearly loves his wife, and she’s exactly that fantasy mix of cute and dangerous: big soft tits under casual clothes, ass that fills the whole screen when she bends even just a little, smile that makes you think “yeah, she knows what she’s doing”. At first it feels innocent, just playful teasing in the kitchen, her brushing past you so her boobs press into your arm, little flashes of panties when she stretches on the couch. The kind of stuff where you know she’s doing it on purpose, but she pretends she’s not. Meanwhile she keeps talking about this coworker, like he’s “just helping with a project”, and your guy is trying so hard to act chill while you, the player, are already imagining him rail her against the office desk. The game knows you’re thinking that and keeps poking the thought until it hurts.

What I didn’t expect was how much time you actually spend alone with the main guy’s dick in his hand. Not in a boring way. More like he’s spiraling. You get home, she’s late again, phone face down, new text sound, and suddenly you’re in the bathroom, jerking off to the idea of your own wife sending nudes to another man. Masturbation scenes feel sweaty and pathetic and still insanely hot. One time he’s stroking while listening through the bedroom door because she’s “just changing clothes” after coming back from drinks, and the game gives you this small pause where you think you hear another voice. Might be nothing. Might be him in your house. The art is simple 2D but the body language sells it: her flushed cheeks when she lies, that slightly different way she sits on the bed, legs a bit too open, like she’s used to being watched now. Sometimes she flashes you her bra and laughs in that “you’re safe, he’s not” kind of way, which somehow hurts more than if she just said she was cheating. The corruption is slow, but you feel every small step. You let her go out in that tight dress you know isn’t for you, you don’t say anything when she “forgets” panties, you pick the softer dialogue options because you’re scared to lose her, and that just opens the door wider for this coworker to fuck his way into your life. It’s honestly a bit depressing, but then she bends over to get something from the fridge, her huge ass filling the screen, and your brain just shuts up and says: yeah, ok, ruin my life again.

The engine behind this Tokyo-set corruption fest runs smoother than expected, though the AI-generated artwork occasionally glitches in ways that'd make you wonder if someone fed the algorithm too much hentai at once. Character expressions shift between perfectly rendered ahegao faces and slightly off proportions that remind me of those deepfake fails from 2019. But honestly? The technical hiccups add this weird authenticity to the whole "modern Tokyo nightlife gone wrong" vibe they're pushing.

What hits different here is how the netorare elements creep up on you. One moment you're following this reunited couple through neon-lit streets, next thing the male protagonist's watching his girl get corrupted by family secrets and manipulative assholes who know exactly which buttons to push. The kinetic novel format means you're basically along for the ride while this dude's world implodes in the most erotically charged way possible. Big tits and bigger asses dominate every scene, but it's the psychological manipulation that really gets under your skin. The corruption isn't just physical - though there's plenty of oral action and handjobs to keep your attention - it's watching trust dissolve frame by frame.

Platform-wise, this thing loads fast enough but occasionally stutters during the more intensive scenes. Nothing game-breaking, just annoying when you're deep in a teasing sequence and suddenly the animation freezes mid-thrust. The male domination themes play out through some genuinely uncomfortable power dynamics that'd make even seasoned players pause. Tokyo's underbelly serves as the perfect backdrop for this descent into moral ambiguity, where every choice feels like it's pushing someone closer to the edge. Sure, the masturbation scenes could use better pacing and the dialogue sometimes reads like it was translated by someone who learned English from porn subtitles, but the overall corruption arc delivers exactly what the tags promise.

This one starts like some sad wage slave fantasy, but it actually hits harder than I expected. You die like an idiot at a traffic light and then wake up in this magic world with a body that isn’t falling apart from stress and coffee, a weirdly wholesome adopted family, and a job as a low-rank adventurer who is way too in love with an A-rank witch. Mia is the “cold bitch who melts” type, yeah, but the game gives her just enough little human moments that I kinda ended up fighting with the dev in my head: no, she belongs with me, not with every bastard in the guild. She snaps at you, she blushes, she does that smug little half smile when she’s clearly teasing and pretending she doesn’t care. There’s this scene where she cleans monster guts off you with magic and then, completely straight face, wipes a little bit with her fingers and licks it, like she’s testing potion ingredients. It’s not sexy at first. Then she looks at you, tongue still out, and you go “ah ok, we’re doing this.” I hated how much I liked that.

What I love and kinda hate is how the game keeps playing chicken with you about “trusting” her. The romance parts are really sweet and honestly a bit cringe in that way only fantasy VN can be. Hand-holding under the cloak, lazy cuddling in the inn, her one time letting you use her thighs as pillow while she reads a grimoire and pretends you’re not basically nuzzling her ass. That part feels almost like a normal lovey game. She gives you a handjob with this super serious face while talking about spell formations, like she’s doing lab work, then at the end she breaks and giggles when you cum on her wrist. Then some chapters later, the same hand is wrapped around another guy’s cock and she has this dazed look, and the camera lingers on her fingers like it remembers before you do. I wanted to close the game at that part and also replay it immediately. The netorase pieces are sneaky too. It starts with “haha what if we just showed a bit of skin in the tavern to scam free drinks” and ends with you pretending you’re ok while she gives an under-the-table footjob to some drunk knight right in front of you. You still get the text choices like you’re in control, but both answers are hurt. Classic. I swear one of the most evil things was a simple kissing scene. You finally get a proper kiss on the bridge at night, she’s shaking, you can feel she really wants you. Then, much later, that same bridge shows up again and she stands there with another man, laughing too loudly, her lipstick slightly smeared. No explicit sex there, just the echo of that kiss, and it hit harder than any creampie CG.

The game doesn’t stick to only one flavor of pain either. There is full-on cheating, yeah, like watching her kneel and swallow another dude’s load while the narration insists she’s thinking of you, and you know she isn’t. The sleep sex scene pissed me off in a good way. You go to bed exhausted and wake up to her riding you slowly, whispering that she “couldn’t hold back anymore” which would be cute if there wasn’t already this hint that she’d been warmed up earlier by someone else. Small detail: the wet sound isn’t quite right the first thrust and your brain goes “why is she this ready” and then shuts up because tits. There’s anal too, but honestly it’s less about you being dominant and more about you realizing she already learned to relax for someone before you. The game throws in some female domination moments where she cuffs you with magic and edges you with her mouth, then the next scene flips it and you’re the one pinning her to the wall and making her beg to be filled. I liked that power shift, though I wish she had kept the little witch hat on during that oral scene and she just doesn’t and I’m still annoyed about it for no sane reason. Also, furry side characters show up and of course they get scenes that are way hotter than they have any right to be, especially one smug fox girl who makes fun of you while jerking you off with her tail, like this is normal Tuesday. There’s humor all over, sometimes dumb, sometimes actually good, like your party member making NTR jokes inside the story as if he knows what kind of VN he lives in. I forgot to mention that one whole dungeon arc is basically designed just to humiliate you in public with exhibitionism stuff, where Mia pretends to be under mind control and “forced” to show off her body to a crowd, except the more they look the wetter she gets. The AI-style CG gives everything this weird almost-too-perfect face that becomes creepy when she’s moaning for someone else. It’s messy, horny, petty, and yeah, I’m still arguing in my head that Mia is better as my girl, even while watching her get pounded from behind and still calling my name at the wrong moment.

Honeymoon Shift feels like walking into a small private gallery room where someone hung only four paintings, but each one is about fucking your whole idea of trust. It starts almost sweet: Viktor finally got his honeymoon with Taylor, sun, cocktails, their bodies relaxed, that kind of soft vacation horniness where you look at your wife’s bikini and already think about peeling it off later. Then another couple shows up. You know the type from resorts: good smiles, too touchy, too curious, a bit too interested in what ring size your wife wears and how long you’ve been together. The game lets you sit in Viktor’s head while that interest slowly turns from “friendly” to “I want to see your wife’s tits bounce under someone else.” And you are the one who decides how far this goes, even when it hurts to click.

What I like is how it doesn’t throw porn at you right away. It teases. A hand brushing a thigh under the table. A slightly drunk kiss that lasts one second too long. The first time Taylor gives you a handjob in the hotel shower after she spent the whole dinner laughing with the other guy, it doesn’t feel like simple fan service, it feels defensive. Like she’s jerking you off to prove something, to herself, to you, to him. The animation is quiet, wet strokes, your cum on her fingers, and the camera stays in just the wrong distance so you stare at her face more than at your dick. That annoyed me and I liked it at same time. Later, when she kneels for oral and her lips are shining around your shaft, you already have doubts in your head if she’s replaying another man there. You know nothing really terrible happened yet, but your stomach already starts to twist. Or maybe I’m just paranoid. Maybe I’m not. Hard to say.

There is this one path where you let the flirting breathe instead of shutting it down, and it slowly corrupts the whole trip. A small “harmless” kiss by the pool when everyone is tipsy. A “truth or dare” that obviously is just an excuse to get Taylor half naked in front of them, big tits pressing against a half-open robe. She pretends she’s embarrassed, but her nipples tell a different story. Sex with her after that is rougher, hotter, like she’s turned on by her own cheating even if she’s not fully admitting it. When you push into her and end with a creampie, she squeezes you with this greedy little shiver that feels wrong and perfect. The game doesn’t scream that you’re being cuckolded, it just lets you notice small things: the way she checks her phone, the way she adjusts her swimsuit when that other man looks, how her hips roll a bit different when you fuck her from behind. You get multiple endings, and not all are dramatic; some are just quietly cruel. In one, you keep the relationship, but you can’t unsee what she did with someone else’s mouth and cock, and the game lets you sit in that, like staring at a painting too long until you see all the cracks. I will say though, sometimes Viktor’s inner talk goes in circles and you just want him to shut up so you can watch his wife get ruined properly, but then again, that tension is what makes the later scenes of swinging and quiet hotel-room corruption hit harder. It’s less about how many holes get filled and more about how heavy your chest feels when she smiles and you don’t know if that smile is still only yours.

The whole thing feels like someone took a cozy little mobile dating sim, then just kept twisting the knife until it turned into this fucked up house of mirrors where every room smells like sex and cheap perfume. You start as this regular dude, not some muscle god, just a guy trying to keep his home and his girls safe, and the world laughs in your face. The bully shows up with his huge smug grin and his even bigger cock and suddenly everyone around you starts looking at him like he is the main character in your own home. It is slow, too, not some instant flip. One moment it is playful teasing, a little flirting in the kitchen, a hand resting too long. Next moment you hear muffled moans from behind a half closed door and you know it is not for you. The sound design is sneaky like that, those wet little gasps and the rhythmic slaps you can almost feel in your teeth. I had Spotify playing at first, then I turned it off because I wanted to hear every dirty sound. I regretted that, then I didn’t, then I did again.

The futa and monster girls are like extra flavor that shows up when you already feel too full and still you keep eating. There is this futa scene where she is supposed to be “just helping him out” and five clicks later she is stretching some girl open, balls deep, while the guy you play as stands there with his small, useless hard-on, watching. That mix of romance and corruption hits weird, because the girls do not suddenly become soulless porn bots. They blush, they hesitate, they still talk sweet to you after they just took a black cock in every hole and got filled like a cheap toy. One of my favorite messed up moments was on the couch, phone in hand, scroll, scroll, scroll, then you tap a choice that looks harmless and it ends with her on her knees in front of a stranger, giving a messy oral while you hear the vibrator buzzing inside her through the speakers. There is a lot of teasing, like scenes where she sends you a “cute” selfie, and in the background you can just barely see a man’s hand on her big ass, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. I zoomed in, like an idiot, on my phone. Felt my stomach drop in that good bad way.

The AI CG look is a bit scuffed sometimes, you can see weird fingers if you stare too hard, and one time a footjob scene had toes that looked like they were trying to escape to another dimension, and that annoyed me more than it should. But when the corruption ramps up, the art starts to make sense in a nasty way. Interracial and blacked content is everywhere, even when it is not main focus. The big black cocks become like a visual curse that follows you from scene to scene, your screen filled with them while your own character gets pushed aside emotionally and sexually. There is anal, vaginal, messy creampies dripping down big tits and big asses, and the game just treats it as normal domestic life now. Your bed becomes a set, your living room a studio, your home a porn hub long before anyone calls it that. The romance is not gone though, that is the cruel part. She still says she loves you while she rides another guy raw, while you stand at the door, a silent cuckold, male protagonist, tapping the screen like it will change something. It never does. And you still keep playing, one more choice, one more scene, telling yourself you hate it with one hand while the other hand is busy saying something very different.

Couples: Lustbound drops you into Katy and John’s bedroom at that weird point where everything looks fine on Instagram, but in the dark they’re just kind of… touching each other out of habit. They’re young, married, they still care, but the kisses feel a bit too polite and John keeps grabbing his phone after sex. The game leans hard into that slow, itchy tension. Katy starts catching herself staring a bit too long at other guys, especially when one of John’s friends cracks a dirty joke and she laughs a little too hard. John notices. Or maybe he pretends not to, depending on what you make him do. It’s not about instant filth from the first click. It’s more like watching a flame catch on something that should not burn and thinking, “Eh, it’s fine” until the curtains are already smoking.

The visual novel structure gives you both sides of the mess. One moment you are John, pretending you’re totally cool with Katy going out in that tight dress that shows way too much thigh while you’re “busy with work.” Next moment you’re Katy, drunk on the attention when some guy’s hands stay on her waist a bit longer during a dance, feeling his fingers press her ass in the crowd where everyone can see and kind of hoping someone is actually watching. There are scenes where you’re basically voyeuring your own marriage. Like when John sits in the car, screen lit up with a text asking “You okay with this?” while he imagines what’s happening inside the bar: Katy laughing, a big dark hand on her knee, her lips brushing someone’s ear when she whispers. The game loves that sick mixing of jealousy, arousal, and guilt that sits in the belly. It lets you push them toward swinging nights, sneaky handjobs under tables, hotel room oral that starts as “just trying something new” and slides into “there is another guy finishing in your wife and you are not stopping it.” Or you pull them back, but not really. Even the “safer” choices still feel loaded. A simple shower together can be cruel when Katy teases, strokes John just enough to get him hard, then walks out, wrapped in a towel, annoyed but horny, checking her messages.

What I liked a lot is how the corruption doesn’t just turn Katy into some brainless sex doll. She remembers what she’s doing. When she spreads her legs for a guy who is not her husband and lets him slide inside bare, knowing creampie will leave a sticky reminder, she has that tiny moment of “I am a terrible person” right under the moan. John too is messed up in his own way. Sometimes he stares from the sidelines, watching a live porn show that involves the woman he promised to protect, and his dick is rock hard while his heart punches his ribs. It feels wrong and hot and pathetic at the same time. There are scenes where he joins in, hands roaming, groping her in front of another man like he is trying to mark territory, only to end up sharing her mouth, her pussy, everything. And then there are the quiet shots: Katy alone on the balcony in panties, knowing the neighbor across can see her, fingers inside herself while she replays what happened that night. Or John “accidentally” opening a video he shouldn’t have, seeing her knees on a hotel carpet, lips wrapped around someone else’s cock, and he just sits there, watching the whole thing in silence, breathing heavy. The game is at its dirtiest when it hugs that line between love and pure selfish lust, and doesn’t say which side is winning. It just lets you poke, twist, and watch them both fall apart in a way that feels way too real.

Whole world gone to shit, cities eaten by zombies, and what you get is not some heroic soldier fantasy, but a fucked up little family bunker where everyone is too close, too horny, and way too bored. The game throws you in as the male MC, stuck with your “relatives” in a half-ruined safehouse, watching the world rot from the windows while you juggle food, ammo, and the fact that every woman under that roof keeps walking around in underwear like it’s a normal thing. It starts kind of slow, like a messy point and click management sim: you check supplies, patch walls, send people out to scavenge. At first it feels almost normal, like one of those survival browser games you’d run in a second tab while pretending to work on Slack. Then it begins to twist. The longer you play, the more you notice how often the camera lingers on curves, on that milf’s big ass squeezed into tight shorts when she climbs a ladder, or how your “sister” stretches on the couch while the radio talks about the end of humanity. The horror part is not just zombies scratching at the door, it’s the fact that you start to like the tension.

What really got me hooked is how the corruption doesn’t slam into your face from the first click. It drips. You choose who goes on patrol with you, who showers when, who sleeps where. Little “innocent” choices, yeah? Until one night you peek through a cracked door and she’s masturbating in the dark, trying to be quiet so nobody wakes up, and you get a voyeur scene that actually feels earned. Another run, you push more, tease more, and you end up “accidentally” groping her in a cramped storage room when you both reach for the same box. Suddenly her shirt rides up, your hand stays on her big tits a second too long, and the game just lets that silence breathe. You know that porn game moment when you click once and everything jumps from 0 to full gangbang? This is not that. Here you grind affection, trust, and straight up manipulation like XP. You decide if you want to be protective or a sneaky bastard, if you share rations as reward for oral sex, if you let her go outside wearing almost nothing, turning scavenging runs into walking exhibitionism while zombies groan in the background. There is group sex if you push the corruption hard enough, and some nasty netorare edges too, where you can watch someone else touch “your” woman, and the game just sits with that feeling instead of trying to comfort you. Half the time I was aroused, half the time I was uncomfortable, and weirdly, that’s why it works. It’s rough, a bit clunky, UI looks like it escaped from a porn site in 2012, and I still kept a tab open in Chrome all week, min-maxing food and morality while the family slowly forgot what real society was and started using each other to stay sane. Or insane. Whatever. Just remember: in this wasteland, survival is numbers, sex is a resource, and privacy is completely dead.

Arthur already has that whole golden boy thing going on, king of Camelot, shining armor, pretty speeches about honor and whatever. But this game basically asks: what happens when all that noble shit hits a wall made of pure pussy and bad decisions. You wake up in his skin, and you can kind of feel it right away, he’s not built for what’s coming. The court still sings about loyalty, about knights and purity, while your wife, Guinevere, is getting slowly pulled away from you by the one guy you should trust the most. Lancelot doesn’t just want her, he wants to ruin everything by taking her little by little, touch by touch, until your proud queen turns into a trembling mess who can’t say no to him anymore. The story doesn’t waste time on side stuff. It’s a straight kinetic ride where you mostly just watch it all unravel, like a slow car crash where the airbags are big tits and messy creampies.

The pacing is actually nasty in a good way. Guinevere doesn’t go from “my dear husband” to “fuck me rough, Lancelot” in one click. It crawls. First it’s that aching guilt in her face when he gets too close, his hand pressed against her lower back a bit too long in the hallway, his fingers brushing over her ass through the dress while he whispers that Arthur is too busy for her. Then you get a scene where he pushes her against a stone pillar, groping her tits through the fabric, and you feel that moment where she should pull away but just kind of… freezes. The CGs lean into that, with those tight shots of her lips slightly open, eyes wet, thighs pressed together, and you know she’s already halfway lost. It’s all very “fantasy courtly drama” on the surface, but every event is basically foreplay for the next betrayal. When they finally cross the line, it’s raw: him bending her over the bed that was supposed to be yours, slapping her big ass as he rams into her, his cum leaking out of her used pussy while she tries to tell herself it was a mistake. Spoiler: it’s not the last time, not even close.

What I liked way too much, as someone who always wants that 100% gallery, is how the sex escalates like a fucked up skill tree. You think, ok, he already fucked her, we’re done. But then there’s a scene in the royal bath where he orders her to get on her knees between his legs, and the camera practically lives in that sloppy blowjob, her hand wrapping around his shaft, drool dripping down, his fingers tangled in her hair. Later, when he titfucks her, those huge tits look almost comical trying to wrap around his cock, but the devs commit, they give you that moment of her looking up, cheeks flushed, nipples stiff, while his dick slides between them and smears pre all over. And they don’t chicken out on group stuff either. Once he fully breaks her, he’s not satisfied with just taking the queen for himself. He brings in “trusted” knights, treats her like a prize on display. There’s this brutal scene in a torchlit chamber where Guinevere is sandwiched between armor and muscle, one guy pounding her pussy raw from behind, another shoving his cock between her lips, her moaning and choking, tearing up while Lancelot watches with that smug look. Cum on her face, cum dripping from her used hole, a messy creampie staining the royal sheets right after she’d sworn loyalty to Arthur in public. It’s netorare at its most mean: you sit there in Arthur’s role, forced to watch your own legend rot from the inside, while your queen turns into the castle’s favorite toy and you can’t click your way to a happy end. The fact it’s all linear kind of fits, like destiny itself is just laughing and pushing you deeper into the mud.