You know that moment when you’re lying in bed, phone in your hand, porn on mute, and you’re kinda bored of the same “guy fucks girl, cumshot, next” thing? This game hits right in that weird horny-brain space where you want more story but still want to jerk off, and you don’t really want to admit how much you like watching your imaginary girlfriend suck off another guy while you stare at your screen like some creep. You play as John, normal dude, software dev, not some ripped giga-chad, which honestly made it easier for me to self-insert and still feel like I’m not a total loser. He’s got this gorgeous girlfriend, Sarah, cute college girl, sweet, affectionate, actually feels like a person you’ve been with for years, not just a walking pair of tits. At first, it feels more like a relationship sim than porn. You text her on your phone, you check in on work stuff, you scroll through chats like it’s Telegram or WhatsApp, and slowly your wet dream brain starts leaking into the story. The whole “sharing” kink creeps up; it’s not like one day you open the game and she’s immediately getting railed by three dudes on the balcony. It’s more like you’re watching your own kinks form while you’re tapping through dialog and trying not to cum too early.

When Sarah goes to that beach trip with her girlfriends, the game starts messing with your head. John is alone, the bed is empty, and he starts having these dreams and fantasies. I’m not even into netorase usually, I always thought I’d be the jealous type, but the way this game shows John watching Sarah flirt a bit, try on a bikini that’s way too tiny, maybe send you a pic while some guy accidentally walks past in the reflection, it hits different. You get scenes where she’s out drinking with her girls, laughing, and you’re back home scrolling on your phone, replaying her voice notes and imagining what’s happening there while the text choices tease you: do you tell her what you’re imagining, or keep it inside and just stroke to the idea of her being looked at by other guys? And then when things get more explicit, it’s not just “they fucked, the end”. You see her kissing another dude, John watching through a cam or a video call, or sometimes only hearing it. You get oral scenes that feel dirty in a good way, her on her knees, messy, but she’s still checking in with you, asking if this is okay, if you like seeing her take a thick black cock in her mouth while she moans your name between gasps. The interracial stuff isn’t thrown in like fetish trash, but it’s also clearly meant to make you feel that pang in your gut, that mix of jealousy and arousal when you see her body pressed against someone bigger, darker, different from you. And yeah, there are moments where the pacing drags and you’re just tapping through dialogue wishing she’d pull his dick out already, but then out of nowhere you get a balcony scene, some exhibition vibe, neighbors maybe able to see, or a crowded bar where she “accidentally” lets some guy’s hand slide lower on her thigh while she texts you about it. The whole thing is animated in a way where little movements matter: the way she looks at the camera, the way John’s hand trembles a bit when he’s jerking himself while watching her suck someone else, the way her lips wrap around the head and there’s this wet sound that makes you grip your phone harder. It’s a mobile game, so it actually feels good to play on the couch or under the blanket, easy to tap with one hand, and the story choices give you that fake control feeling: you’re setting the rules for your own cuck-but-not-really fantasy. At some point I realized I’d gone from “nah, I’d never want to share my girl” to edging hard while I watched this digital dude encourage his girlfriend to flash her tits on a balcony because he wanted someone else to see what he’s “proud of.” And yeah, it’s kinda fucked up, but in that very specific, horny, consent-heavy way that makes you close the app after you cum and then open it again ten minutes later pretending you’re just here for the story.

Truck-kun hits again and boom, you wake up broke in a trashy fantasy world, with a body that actually works and a bunch of gorgeous girls who legally count as your property. Not heroic party members, not “companions”. Slaves. The kind of setup old eroge hinted at but never really went all-in with. You’re the guy in charge, the male lead, the one who gets to fuck, punish, comfort, and “train” them, while also trying not to starve to death. It’s this weird mix of anime isekai gag and grimy brothel management, except instead of nameless clients and dull menus, you’re face to face with the same girls over and over, learning what makes them moan, what makes them cry, and sometimes both at the same time. The game doesn’t pretend you’re a saint either: you’re poor, you’re horny, you love big tits and big asses, and you’re not shy about filling every hole. Vaginal, anal, sucking you off under the table, POV shots of you emptying inside them till it drips out. Lots of creampies, like someone in the dev team grew up pausing old hentai VHS just to stare at the white mess.

What really got me was how it swings between romance and straight-up filth without warning. One scene you’re gently comforting a shy “trap” who looks better in a dress than most girls, trying to ease his insecurity while still grabbing his ass. Next moment you’re pushing a milf against the wall, her tits spilling out, face twisted in full ahegao while she begs for more. The girls feel like a mix of old-school hentai archetypes: clingy little sister type who really, really shouldn’t crawl into your bed but does it anyway, mature milf who pretends she’s above prostitution and then starts grinding on some old guy because you told her to, tall futa who is both your rival and your toy. And since the story is openly netorase, the MC is the rare degenerate who actually enjoys seeing “his” women fucked by other men. Not cheating, not humiliation, more like he sets up the scene, watches from the shadows or right up close, and jerks off while the girls moan someone else’s name, then he still finishes inside them after, marking them again. If that idea makes your stomach twist, this is not a game that will “convince” you. It just assumes you’re the kind of pervert who sees your slave getting railed by two guys and thinks, “Nice, now I don’t have to warm her up.”

There’s humor sprinkled between all the filth, the kind of dumb fantasy jokes that feel like some 90s otaku brain never updated: jokes about slimes, about guild quests, about “ancient evil” that keeps getting pushed aside because someone needs money for new underwear. Half the time the protagonist talks like an overconfident dilf in a doujin, half the time he’s a broke loser jerking off in a corner while his girl earns cash on her knees. Sometimes that contrast is hot, sometimes it’s just awkward, but that awkwardness is oddly nostalgic to me, like those old pc games where tone changed panel to panel. Scenes are animated enough that blowjobs and group sex feel messy, with bodies moving and faces reacting, instead of just still images. Watching a full harem pile-up, girls on top of girls, a futa pounding some poor slave while your POV is buried in milf ass in front, feels like catching a lost episode of Bible Black someone remade with modern tools and less shame. You’ll catch yourself thinking “this is too much”, then immediately clicking the next scene to see your favorite girl spread again for a stranger while you stand there, smiling like a proud owner.

Reality show from hell, that’s kind of the vibe here. Not the goofy Netflix stuff where everyone cries in the confessional, more like “what if Big Brother was run by someone who jerks off to cruelty and power trips.” You’re the new guy thrown into this locked-down futuristic house, cameras everywhere, no privacy, and twenty-something horny, scared, fucked‑up contestants pretending they’re here for fame while everyone knows deep down they’re being used like meat. It’s all bright lights and fake smiles on the surface, but a few scenes in you start to feel the rot. People get “eliminated” and it’s not just some walk-of-shame to a taxi. The showrunners treat bodies as props. Holes as content. Consent as a slider they can turn off whenever ratings need a boost.

Since I’m into voice work, I went in listening more than watching at first. The moans and gasps during those “teasing” scenes where the girls rub against the MC in the communal bedroom while the others pretend to sleep? That shit feels way too real. There is this one sleep sex moment that actually made me stop and replay, because her breathing shifts so slowly, from deep sleep to confused whimper, then to this reluctant arousal when he pushes her panties aside and starts fingering her under the sheet, while the cameras zoom in and the producers whisper in your ear through the UI, basically encouraging you to keep going. No cartoonish screaming, it’s awkward, wet, quiet. A little uncomfortable. Actually more than a little, and that’s sort of the point here. Same with the blackmail scenes: they use old sex clips, private files, nudes, all that, to force a shy girl to join a group sex “challenge” with guys of different races on live feed, and the MC can either back off or lean into it. When you go with it, the mix of humiliation and arousal in her voice is kind of insane. She’s choking on cock, trying to say “stop” and “keep going” in the same breath. It’s sick, and it’s hot, and I kind of hate myself for liking it.

The sci‑fi / dystopia flavor sits in the background like a bad smell. Futuristic collars, shock systems, drugged drinks served after every elimination, some AI host that sounds almost friendly while pushing the contestants into anal, double penetration and messy creampie “competitions” that feel like twisted party games. There’s interracial and swinging stuff that actually feels like it belongs there, because the show is clearly trying to mix as many bodies and skin tones as possible for the “audience,” not for the characters. At one point they chain a couple to a wall and have other contestants jerk them off in turns while the floor slowly fills with water and blood from the last “test” in the next room, like a porno Saw ripoff that actually commits to the idea. The sound design sells it: wet slaps, muffled cries, someone laughing in the control room, you can hear a mic crackle when one girl is forced into anal while another guy is already buried in her pussy, so you get this rough, overlapping breathing that makes it feel way more chaotic than the usual porn game rhythm. And yeah, it’s all 3D models doing vaginal, oral, anal, the whole package, but I kept coming back to the way they react. Tiny “fuck” under their breath when you push too deep. Nervous giggle before a forced blowjob. That stuff hits my VA brain. The violence goes hard, too: broken noses, bruised throats after rough throat-fucking, someone getting beaten because they refused a group scene, then later you see them again, limping, still used as a toy. Sometimes the MC is just another predator in the system, sometimes he feels trapped with them. The game doesn’t really care what kind of person you are, as long as you keep playing along with its nasty little show.

This thing feels like someone tried to mix a messy romance novel with porn from xVideos and then just let it rot in their phone for a year before uploading it. In a good way. You play as a dude who keeps telling himself he’s a “good guy” while his dick is literally ruining every relationship around him. Half the time you’re trying to be sweet and romantic, sending nice messages and pretending to care about people’s feelings, and then ten minutes later you’re balls deep in a married woman on a hotel bed, watching her ahegao face in some awkward close up that looks way too real for comfort. The game actually leans hard into that cheating and swinging stuff, like “normal” relationships are almost background noise. There’s always some line to cross, some husband who thinks everything is under control, some wife who swears this is “only curiosity” while she begs for anal and her voice texts are still open in the corner of the screen.

The mobile side of it matters more than I expected. I was playing on my phone in the bathroom at work, WhatsApp popping up at the same time the in‑game chat was buzzing, and I legit almost answered the wrong woman. There’s a lot of scenes that feel like modern texting: late night horny messages, blurry selfies, the “I shouldn’t be doing this, but…” kind of energy. You move from scene to scene like you’re scrolling a feed, and the 3D characters look just a bit too polished for how dirty the situations get. One milf in particular, she has that slightly tired face, small wrinkles around the mouth, perfect thick ass, and the game just keeps throwing her back at you in new outfits until you finally stop pretending you’re not going to fuck her. There’s a great moment where you’re at some “respectable” gathering that quietly turns into a soft swinging scenario. First you’re just being polite, then you’re grabbing another guy’s wife by the hips while your own date is getting double penetrated on the couch behind you, her makeup completely ruined, tongue out, eyes rolled. No one even calls it an orgy, it just escalates like it was always supposed to end there. The weird part is, sometimes it tries to be emotional in the middle of all that. You make a choice that hurts someone who actually cared, and right after that the game throws a group sex scene at you that feels a little too empty, like it wants you to feel how the MC is just using people now. Or maybe I’m just overthinking porn again. Whatever. The sex hits hard, the kissing actually looks good, and the story keeps pretending it’s about “boundaries” while everyone in it keeps breaking them in the most explicit way possible.

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.

Whispers of Desire feels like somebody took a cozy couple’s Instagram feed, shook it hard, and all the horny, jealous, half-hidden shit that was behind those “happy” photos spilled out. You start with Sarah and Alex, new city, new jobs, new people, all that “fresh start” energy, and it looks normal at first. Too normal. They talk sweet, kiss in the kitchen, send each other flirty texts like it’s a Hallmark movie with better asses. Then the game quietly starts poking holes in that perfect vibe. A hand lingers too long on Sarah’s lower back when she meets the new neighbor. Alex checks out someone’s tits at the gym when he thinks nobody is watching. It’s not instant gangbang corruption. It’s that slow, itchy kind of slide where you tell yourself “it’s just flirting” while your mouse is already hovering over the most filthy option.

What I liked is how it keeps swapping your brain around. One minute you’re in Sarah’s head, worrying if that “innocent” dress is actually too short for a work thing, and yes, you can choose to go shorter, and yes, the guys notice. They stare, they comment, and the camera doesn’t pretend they don’t. Then you jump to Alex, who has to watch that same dress from across the room, pretending he’s fine while some guy’s eyes are glued to Sarah’s thighs. There is this one scene at a party where you can decide how much she drinks, how close she dances, and from Alex’s POV you are basically playing voyeur to your own wife. And you kind of hate it. And also kind of want more. That mental whiplash is half the fun. The other half is when things finally cross into actual cheating, or that weird middle space called “we’re just experimenting” where a “friendly” handjob under the table is somehow not cheating if nobody says the word out loud. The corruption is gentle and cruel at the same time. Friendly neighbors become swingers with way too much patience. A simple shower scene turns into Sarah absent-mindedly masturbating while remembering the wrong man’s touch. Alex gets “accidentally” pressed against by someone in a crowded elevator and doesn’t exactly push away. The game lets those tiny lines be crossed in whispers, not big red alarms. I wish the UI stopped giving me pop up hints exactly when I am trying to enjoy a slow teasing scene, but yeah, that will probably never change. Still, there is this one animated moment where Sarah is on her knees, Alex behind the camera, and you know she is thinking about someone else while taking that load, and the game never spells it out. That kind of quiet filth hits harder than any “now she is totally corrupted” banner ever could.

Natasha Naughty Wife looks like one of those “oh ok, this will be a quick fap VN” things, then two scenes later you’re suddenly micro-managing a marriage like it’s a broken UE blueprint. You’re inside this couple where everything is polite, tidy, a bit vanilla at the start, and then tiny choices start poking at the soft spots. It begins with something simple like a doctor visit and awkward talk about why they still don’t have a kid, and before you realize, you are watching Natasha stand a little too close to a tall black guy in the waiting room, wearing a dress that is not technically slutty but sits on her like it wants to start a fight. The game really enjoys slow burn corruption. It loves making Jeff smile and say “I trust you babe” right before you pick that stupid little option like “let him drive you home” and suddenly there’s this heavy silence in the car and Natasha is playing with her ring while his hand rests a bit too low on the gear shift. Nothing crazy at first, just small harmless touches that push your imagination to do most of the work.

What got me is how often it lets you decide how much of a cuck you want Jeff to be without making a big neon sign about it. You can keep him strong, jealous, trying to hold the line, or just slowly let him slide into that pathetic but hot space where he is nodding while his wife goes out “with friends” and you already know damn well who is picking her up. There is this one early bar scene where Natasha is clearly underdressed for a “married woman night out” and the music is loud, the light is red, and some guy is already giving her that hunter look. You can be the good husband and pull her away, or you can pretend you didn’t see it and drink your beer. The camera stays on her thighs while she crosses and uncrosses them and if you picked the wrong option, you will hate yourself in the best possible way. I liked that not all the visuals look super polished, by the way. Some poses are a bit stiff, some faces feel slightly off in a frame or two, which weirdly makes it more raw, like watching someone’s private dirty render project rather than a huge studio porn game. There is even some 2D style stuff mixed in that feels like concept art that accidentally turned horny. It does not always match perfectly, and sometimes the hair physics scream “placeholder”, but then you hit a scene where Natasha’s makeup is a little smudged and her lipstick is fainter on one side and boom, suddenly you are very aware of what she has been doing kneeling somewhere off screen.

The interracial angle is not just a tag checkmark here. When the first big black guy shows up as more than background, the whole dynamic shifts. He is not just “the bull”, he actually talks like a real person, cracks some normal jokes, and that makes it much worse. Because then when his hand is on Natasha’s lower back, it feels like something emotional is going wrong, not just physical. Jeff starts trying to be cool, like “yeah we are all friends”, and you can push him to share his wife more, or slam the brakes and keep the romance route where she stays loyal. But even on the “good” path, the game keeps teasing you with almost-cheating stuff, like a late-night text, a hug that lasts a fraction too long, a conversation about her fantasy of being with a bigger guy that is “only talk”. You know how in UE when you have too many branches, the logic graph starts to look like spaghetti? This VN feels like that, in a good way. Some choices feel tiny, like letting Natasha keep a risky dress or telling her she looks hot in front of another man, and later you are staring at a scene where that same dress is on the floor of a hotel room and she is riding someone that definitely is not her husband while Jeff is somewhere else thinking about baby names. Or he is sitting on a chair watching, if you let him go full cuck. And the game is not shy with that. Eye-level view of her getting stretched, her voice going high and shaky, that mix of guilt and absolute pleasure on her face. Sometimes it crawls a bit too slowly between scenes and you wish the pacing was tighter, but at the same time that drag makes the payoff nastier. It keeps asking you quietly: are you here for love, or for watching a sexy wife get ruined from the inside out. And the worst part is, both answers feel right.

Mr. SmallCockMC sounds like a joke name a drunk Discord server would come up with, but here it actually fits the whole vibe of the game weirdly well. You drop into this world as this average dude with a not-so-average problem in his pants, married to a wife who looks like she wandered out of a porn hub thumbnail: huge tits barely fitting in any of her tops, thick ass, soft belly, that kind of “I had kids but I got hotter” milf energy. And the game just leans on that. Hard. She walks around in clothes that are technically outfits but basically just invitations, and everyone around you notices way more than you do at first. Bartender staring down her cleavage, neighbor “accidentally” brushing against her ass, random guys drooling when she bends over. You’re this smaller dude trying to act normal while every scene screams “someone is going to fuck your wife.”

The fun is in how it slowly stops being just background teasing and turns into actual decisions for you. One moment you’re at a small house party, drinking beer, watching her laugh too hard at some dude’s joke. Next moment you’re in the kitchen, and she’s cornered between the fridge and this tall black guy, his hands on her hips, kissing her like he already owns that pussy. The game lets you watch, interrupt, pretend you don’t see, or, you know, lean on the doorframe like a creep while her lipstick smears on his cock when she drops to her knees. That first proper oral scene with her on the floor, gagging a bit, trying to keep eye contact with you while his dick actually fills her mouth bigger than anything you can give, hits way harder than I expected. I was sitting there with my mouse, half annoyed at the janky menu buttons, and still thinking “ok yeah, this is hot as fuck.” The UI looks like something someone set up in a weekend, but when she’s riding him on the couch, tits bouncing, your character awkwardly jerking off in the corner, you kinda forget the rough edges.

And yeah, the game is petty about size, in a funny way. Every time she pulls out another dude’s cock you almost hear the dev giggling. Thick shaft between her huge boobs while she squeezes them around him, your character looking tiny and useless. Later there’s a swap night with another couple where it goes from “sharing a few drinks” to “her moaning on top of the other husband while the wife straddles you and literally calls you cute instead of hot,” and that stings more than any stat screen. There’s even a scene with a very feminine “trap” character who looks better in stockings than your wife does, and of course your girl ends up pressed against them, kissing while you watch, then both of them grinding on some guy like they forgot you exist. Double penetration shows up too, in a way that almost feels like the game is bullying you personally: she’s pinned between two dudes, one in her pussy, one in her ass, big hands on her waist, and you’re the one holding a camera so they can “remember the night.” It’s kind of messed up, kind of hilarious, kind of hot. Like watching a long Pornhub playlist that accidentally got plot and humiliation mixed in. The art is still rough in spots, some faces look off, and sometimes the pacing feels like edging that goes too long, but when she’s standing half naked on a balcony letting some stranger grope her tits while traffic passes below, you forget all of that and just think “yeah, this guy really is Mr. SmallCock.”

Alex is one of those guys you swipe past without thinking, until his life starts going to hell and suddenly he’s the center of the mess. Broke college kid, roommate who talks big and thinks with his dick, grades slipping, horny all the time and pretending it’s not a problem. Then that letter shows up. Not email, not some in-game popup, an actual letter that somehow knows way too much about him, about his family, about his debts, about what turns him on when the curtains are closed and the browser is on incognito. It doesn’t welcome him, it tempts him. Take this job, follow these rules, and your money problem “goes away”. Also your morals, but the letter is polite enough not to spell that part out. From the first click, the whole thing feels like when you open a random porn tab “just to peek” and three hours later you’re deep into some weird niche. Except here you’re driving Alex into it, nudging him, or shoving him, depending how horny and cruel you feel that moment.

What I like is how slow some of the corruption hits. It doesn’t instantly throw him into a room full of naked bodies moaning his name. You start small. A look that lingers too long on a milf who really, really shouldn’t be giving him that bedroom stare. A “harmless” strip dare in a place where the cameras are definitely on. A little flirting with someone who already has a partner while you tell yourself it’s just teasing. Then suddenly, you’re juggling scenes where he can screw a stacked older woman against a glass wall, grinding that big ass while she bites her lip and whispers that her husband can’t fuck her like this, and at the same time there’s a younger girl texting him that she’s waiting in his dorm bed, no panties, wanting to taste him. The game lets you be the fake good guy who pretends he “didn’t mean” to cheat, or the full-on bastard who clicks every option that leads to oral under the table, bareback pussy, interracial threesomes, harem routes, all of it. Sometimes you look at a choice and think, ok, this is where it goes too far, this is the netorare stuff I’ll skip, and then they slip in an avoidable branch or a point-and-click detail that makes you hesitate, because you want to see what happens if you let a jealous husband watch, or if you let the girl moan someone else’s name while Alex is buried deep in her. And no, the game doesn’t judge you. That job from the letter? It just keeps giving him new “responsibilities”: undress her, touch there, make her beg, record this, corrupt that. The sci-fi angle sneaks up too, like reality itself is one of the women he’s slowly stripping, layer by layer, until you realize what looked like a normal college drama is actually several hidden worlds rubbing against each other, leaking into his life. You click around a room and suddenly find a device that shouldn’t exist, a file that hints certain “family” lines are more twisted than the characters know, an animated scene where time feels like it slows while you watch bodies move, tits bouncing, tongues working, dripping wet and completely unashamed. By the time multiple endings start to peek through the dialogue, you’re not thinking about “right” or “wrong” anymore. You’re just deciding how far you want Alex to fall, and who you want tangled in his sheets when everything finally breaks.

Angst feels like watching a couple in their thirties crack open their marriage with a crowbar instead of a key, and then somehow still trying to make it romantic. You’re in Miles’ head most of the time, which is both hot and kind of pathetic in a good way. He has this fantasy of other guys fucking his wife, Claire, and the game doesn’t waste much time before that stops being just dirty talk. What caught me is how normal they look and act at first. They sit on the couch, talk about work, kiss like they’ve done it a thousand times, and then suddenly he’s asking her if she ever thinks about other men. That whole scene at the kitchen table where she keeps tracing circles on her coffee mug while he tries to say the word “sharing” without choking on it, that one stuck. He’s turned on and scared at the same time, and the game lets you sit in that mess for a while before any dick comes out. Although when the first blowjob scene hits, it really hits. The camera is way too close on her lips wrapping around him, spit shining his shaft, and the little eye contact she sneaks up at him feels way more intimate than the later porn-y stuff with other guys.

The sex with other men doesn’t come across as some wild party at first, it feels awkward and wrong and hot, in that order. There’s one scene where Claire is on her knees in front of another guy in a hotel room, and Miles is pretending he just wants to watch, but the game keeps cutting to his clenched jaw more than her sucking. You get these dialogue choices where you can push her to go further or pull back, and they’re just a few words, but they completely flip the vibe. When you tell her “Open wider, show him what you can do,” and she looks unsure for half a second then takes him deeper, gagging a bit, you feel powerful and like a total piece of shit at the same time. Later there’s a creampie where she’s riding this dude, moaning his name, and Miles is stuck on a chair like a side character in his own marriage. The moment he realizes the guy is about to cum inside her and he doesn’t stop it felt nasty in a way porn usually skips. The hot part is her hips grinding down, taking every drop. The fucked up part is the silence afterward, when she’s lying there with his cum leaking out and you can tell both of them are trying to pretend this is fine. It’s not even about the swinging or whatever at that point, it’s about that tiny look she gives him like “Did I go too far?” and he still says “You were amazing.” I’m not even sure I liked it, but I couldn’t look away.