This one feels like opening a quiet married life and finding a hidden door behind the closet, the kind of door you should not touch if you want to stay “good”. You start as this regular wife, soft and a bit shy, the type who believes in rings and forever. She has a husband, a routine, nothing crazy. Then tiny things begin to push her. A look from a stranger lingers one second too long. A hand stays on her waist when it should have let go. She tells herself it is nothing, but you already feel how thin that word “nothing” is. Every choice is like sliding one more button open, not just clothes, but the whole soul.

What makes it hit different is how slow the poison moves. The first time she lets another man touch her hand, it feels almost innocent, like “oh, he is just being friendly,” while you know he is already undressing her in his head. When she wraps her fingers around him under the table and pretends she is just reaching for her phone, it is so wrong that it burns, but also strangely sweet, like cheap wine that makes you dizzy too fast. The game loves that line between “I should stop” and “just a little more”. She gives a blowjob in the back of a car and spends the ride home wiping her lips and rehearsing what lie to tell her husband, and you watch that guilt mix with this wild new pleasure that she did not even know she could feel. That first time she lets someone slide inside her, not her husband, there is no dramatic music, just messy breathing, a bed that is not hers, and the heavy thought that some doors do not close again. You see her texts, the late-night chats, the way she pretends to be tired when her husband wants sex because she already had her cunt filled earlier by someone else. She still says she loves him, and in a sick way, you believe her.

I kept thinking about fate while playing, like maybe she was never meant to stay loyal, maybe her “destiny” is to become this hotwife that every man uses in secret. The corruption is not magic, it feels like real life, like all those stories you read on Reddit at work when you should be doing spreadsheets. Each scene pushes her moral line a bit further until the word “cheating” almost loses meaning and becomes just “Tuesday”. You can let her fight it or lean into it, but the gravity always pulls her toward darker stuff: letting another guy cum in her and then going home to ride her husband, pretending she is tight only for him, when you know she is still dripping from before. Oral turns from something she does for love into something she does because she craves the taste, any dick, any time. Handjobs in places she should not even be aroused, quick vaginal fucks in bathrooms, the kind of secret filth that would destroy a marriage in one second if found. I liked how sometimes scenes feel almost romantic with the wrong man, like her heart is cheating too, not just her body, and sometimes it is just raw, ugly lust with no feelings at all. And yeah, part of me wanted her to stop and be a good wife again, but another part already accepted that the good wife died the moment she smiled back at temptation.