You wake up in the middle of a place that’s half memory, half wet dream - the Soul Society twisted into something far less noble. Everyone looks familiar but wrong, like they’ve been peeled out of their uniforms and dropped into your fantasies. Rukia gives you that icy glare that somehow makes you harder, Rangiku leans too close when she talks about “duty,” and Yoruichi moves like she knows every nerve in your body already belongs to her. The game doesn’t waste time pretending it’s about honor or leadership; it’s about power, and how easily it melts when someone whispers your name while stroking your cock under the desk. You’re supposed to be the new commander, but half the time you’re just trying not to lose control while captains argue over who gets to “train” you next.

What hits different here isn’t just the sex scenes (though yeah, they’re filthy as hell). It’s how the choices twist things - one moment you’re punishing a disobedient subordinate with ropes and toys, the next you’re the one begging for release while Unohana’s calm voice tells you to endure. The writing has this strange rhythm: part parody, part genuine lust, like the devs couldn’t decide if they were making fun of hentai tropes or worshipping them. And maybe that’s why it works. When Hinata shyly offers herself as a peace gesture between worlds, it’s absurd, but then she moans your name and suddenly you forget to laugh. There’s voyeurism, there’s domination, there’s that weird line between love and control that keeps getting blurred until you stop caring which side you’re on.

It’s messy, inconsistent, and sometimes the dialogue sounds like it was translated twice through Google, but somehow that fits. This world shouldn’t feel clean. It should feel sticky, desperate, alive. You’ll come for the fanservice, stay for the chaos, and probably end up questioning why watching Tsunade pin you down feels more spiritual than any boss fight ever did.

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

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

The earthquake drill thing is such a weird plot device, honestly. Like, who thought "natural disaster simulation" would be the perfect meet-cute scenario? But whatever, it gets you roommates with Riley and that's where things get interesting. This femboy graphic designer has serious emotional baggage - the kind that makes you want to both protect him and corrupt him at the same time. His whole deal about being harassed and discriminated against feels real enough, even if the setup is janky.

Riley's got this vulnerable thing going on that hits different. He's not just some stereotypical uwu softboy - there's actual depth here with his insecurity about his work, his sexuality, his place in the world. The visual novel mechanics are pretty standard fare, nothing groundbreaking, but the writing around his character development surprised me. When he opens up about his past relationships and the shit he's dealt with, it doesn't feel like cheap trauma porn. Though I gotta say, some of the dialogue choices are weirdly specific - like why can I ask him about his skincare routine but not his actual job stress?

The adult content builds naturally instead of just throwing sex scenes at you every five minutes. Riley's sexual awakening feels earned, especially when he starts getting more confident and assertive. The art style works well for what it's trying to do, though I wish there were more clothing options during the... interactive moments. Also, why does every yaoi game have to make such a big deal about who's topping? Like, switches exist, developers. The emotional payoff when Riley finally trusts you enough to be completely vulnerable is genuinely sweet, even if the path there involves some questionable dialogue trees. Could use more variety in the intimate scenes though - feels like they ran out of steam halfway through development.

There’s something weirdly hypnotic about the way this whole thing opens - like the scene just melts you into their space, no preamble, no “hey, press start for smut,” just that slow tension simmering before anything actually happens. The animation rolls smoother than I expected; nothing clunky. It has that feel of a private fantasy someone animated out of pure obsession instead of for clicks. You can almost hear Ben’s breath hitch before he even touches her. It’s not really about plot (I mean come on, who’s pretending it is?), but there’s this messed-up sweetness in how it starts quiet. The sound design keeps pulling you back: tiny sighs, sheets brushing skin, the rhythm faint at first and then snapping hard once hands stop pretending to be innocent. Somewhere between awkward cousin tension and full-on porn logic, the thing just… lets go.

The best part, surprisingly, is the pacing - it doesn’t rush. When Gwen shifts under his touch, her body language says everything before any actual thrusting begins. And yeah, once it gets explicit - cowgirl with those slow hips, doggystyle with his fingers gripping too tight, that sloppy blowjob that looks *too* practiced - it’s impossible not to notice how much effort went into animating every drool line. There’s texture everywhere, like somebody cared too much about skin catching the light. I still think the facial scene goes a bit overboard (there’s a point where it looks more like performance art than sex), but maybe that’s the charm? Also, sidebar: whoever picked the moan layer nailed it, that muffled little catch right before the creampie hits - pure serotonin.

Story-wise, it barely exists, yet it feels weirdly believable because the silence between them carries guilt and hunger at the same time. No silly popups telling you what position next, just eyes, movement, friction, that loop where they keep testing boundaries without admitting it. I swore I’d stop watching after one run, but there’s something magnetic about how shameless it gets by the end, like watching a dream that doesn’t know how to filter itself anymore.