So the wife and I are into this whole thing, right? The NTR, NTS alphabet soup. And this game, it's got both paths. NTS and NTR. Properly developed, the author says. Depth. I'm clicking through, the 3DCG is... well, it's deliberately unpolished. That's the word. Like someone learned Blender last Tuesday and just went for it. The skin textures sometimes look like melted candle wax, especially on the big tits, which are everywhere. Seriously, the boob physics have their own gravitational pull. You could spend way too long just watching the idle animations, the way a hip cocks or a hand rests. There's this one scene, early on, at the resort. You're just people watching by the pool and the voyeurism tag kicks in hard. Your wife is chatting with some guy, and the camera just lingers on her ass. The big ass. The way the fabric of her swimsuit stretches. You know exactly what's going to happen, the cheating, the teasing, but the game makes you wait. It's all about the groping under the water, a hand sliding where it shouldn't, and the protagonist just... watching. The male protagonist perspective is weirdly passive, which I guess is the point of netorare, but sometimes I wanted to slap the guy. Make a choice, man.

The interface is a nightmare for accessibility, by the way. No text scaling, the font is this thin, serif thing that blurs on my screen. The clickable areas for choices are tiny. I missed a whole branch on my first go because I didn't realize I had to click a specific word in the text, not just anywhere on the dialogue box. Felt like a pixel hunt from 1995. But then you get to a vaginal sex scene and the animation is so janky it loops into being hypnotic. There's a specific moment with a teasing handjob on a balcony where the guy's hand clips through her thigh for a solid three seconds and I laughed out loud. It completely killed the mood, but also, I rewound it three times. The cheating storyline, the vacation setting, it's all so sleazy and low-rent it wraps back around to being charming. Like finding a dirty magazine in a bush. You know it's trash but you're still looking.