Akira is the kind of walking disaster protagonist I like: dude’s broken, horny, and way too easy to manipulate. His girl Yuki died in a car crash, and he’s stuck in that grief spiral where your brain mixes sex and pain until it feels the same. Then he ends up at this creepy Kagetsu mansion with his hot professor Akane, who has that strict academic vibe that screams “I grade your papers and your stamina.” The place looks dead, rotten, like nobody has lived there in forever. But when Akira sleeps, the whole thing flips. Suddenly the mansion is alive and pretty again, servants walking around, warm lights, soft carpets, all that fake safety feeling. And in that dream version, there’s Sayuri, the elegant hostess who talks like she knows every dirty thought you had at puberty, her obedient maid Mizuki, and her daughter Momiji who is way too sweet in a place that smells like a curse. Oh, and Yuki. Back from the dead. Smiling. Breathing. Moaning. Not rotting. You feel it right away: this place is wrong as fuck, but in a way your dick is very okay with.

The fun thing is how the game makes you sit in Akira’s messed up head. One scene he’s holding Yuki, absolutely convinced this is his second chance, clinging to her like she’ll vanish if he blinks. Next scene he’s in the real ruined mansion, sweating, mind full of weird whispers and flashes of Sayuri’s eyes looking at him like he’s already owned. The erotic bits hit harder because they’re tangled with guilt: when Yuki is on top of him, begging him not to leave her again, you almost forget there’s something rotten behind her smile. Then the game undercuts it with small details, like the way the wallpaper pattern twitches at the corner of the screen, or how her voice overlaps with another woman’s for half a line. It’s not jumpscare horror, more that slow “why is my boner making me feel unsafe” vibe. There are routes, choices, all that usual visual novel stuff, but the nice part is how it likes to tease you with the “good” path where you can save Yuki, then quietly push you closer to this fucked up god in the mansion that clearly wants more than just your soul. Sometimes the pacing drags and a scene talks in circles, but then suddenly you get a moment like Mizuki kneeling in the hallway, collar on, reciting some ritual text while her hands shake, and it hooks you right back into that mix of ritual, sex, and fear. By the time you notice that every “comfort” scene is just another chain around Akira’s neck, you already picked the choice that tightens it.

You start as this awkward newborn succubus who looks like she should already know how to ruin lives with a single blowjob, but actually she’s kind of a mess. That’s the fun part. The game doesn’t treat you like some overpowered goddess right away; you kind of stumble into your powers, tease them out of people, literally and emotionally. One moment you’re practicing a shy little handjob in a dark corner, next moment you’re learning how to twist someone’s mind with a half-whispered promise and a well-timed squeeze of your tits around their cock. The pacing is slower than many horny players want, but in a good way, like edging: long stretches of flirting, teasing, small talk, choices that feel harmless and then, ten clicks later, you realize you just corrupted a “good girl” into begging you to watch her masturbate against a toy you gave her. The sound helps a lot; there’s this soft, kind of hypnotic background track that hums under everything, and then tiny sharp sounds when you spank someone, or when skin rubs on sheets, or that slick wet noise when she slides down on you. It never screams for attention, it just drips into your brain until you’re way more invested than you thought. I played it with headphones on, Chrome full screen, Telegram blowing up in the background, didn’t answer a single message, because I was too busy making a “romance route” accidentally turn into blackmail and humiliation. And the game just quietly lets you do that without wagging its finger.

The whole thing looks like someone fed an AI a bunch of porn comics and fantasy posters, then a human with too much free time cleaned it up and decided, “Yeah, this milf gets a collar, and this busty schoolteacher also has a demonic tattoo under her skirt, nobody will notice until she’s naked.” The tits are huge in a very unapologetic way, like they’re their own characters, bouncing, getting fucked between, dripping cum from a sloppy titfuck POV while the camera stays just where it should: low, close, almost too intimate. Faces are expressive enough that when a girl pretends to be shy about exhibitionism, you see that tiny smirk that says she’s loving every second. Sometimes the AI CG shows weird little finger issues or strange shadows on hair and I kept staring at one girl’s ear that looked a bit like melted wax. Completely killed my vibe for half a scene. And then I forgot it two clicks later when she turned around and showed that big ass, cheeks red from spanking, needy for a creampie. It’s that kind of game. One moment you’re trying to play it “nice”, seducing slowly, picking romance options, kissing before sucking. Next moment your succubus side unlocks some darker path and you’re making her crawl naked across a living room, collar and leash, while her best friend watches and pretends she’s not turned on. The sandbox bits let you just wander, poke at characters, test different toys on them, watch them break piece by piece. Sometimes nothing happens and you get a boring chat scene that feels like filler, and you’re clicking annoyed, but then you hit a line where she admits she masturbated thinking about you dominating her and suddenly all those “wasted” clicks feel like foreplay. The game never rushes to the big group sex, to the harem piled around you, to the lesbian threesomes where you just sit back and enjoy the view while they lick each other for your approval. It just kind of slides there, one corrupted girl at a time, until you’re the quiet center of a storm of moans and obedience, and the only real question is who you’ll break next, softly or not at all.

That first view of the apartment kind of hits like opening a porn tab you know you probably shouldn’t click but you do it anyway. Sun on the balcony, sea down there doing its sexy slow breathing, glass door half open, and your “new girlfriend” already talking about how this week will be super romantic. She’s got that thicker, soft kind of body that makes your hands feel too small. Tight top, curves trying to escape, and she’s hugging your arm while giving you this very “I’m gonna drain you later” look. You can almost smell the cheap wine and sunscreen already.

Then you hear the shower stop.

The daughter walks out in this tiny swimsuit that clearly wasn’t bought for “family friendly beach activities” and just goes “oh, you must be him” like she didn’t just bounce out half naked. Slimmer than her mom, long legs, big ass that moves on its own, and she does that thing where she pretends she’s adjusting her top but actually just pushes her tits together more. Instant tension. Your girl doesn’t notice at first, she’s still talking about where to put the luggage. The camera sticks to your POV, so you’re basically forced to stare right at the daughter’s wet thighs while she drips on the floor and smirks because she catches you doing it. That one smile from her is dirtier than half of Pornhub.

The game really likes these moments where nobody says “I want to fuck” but every single gesture screams it. Breakfast on the balcony, for example. Mom in a swimsuit that is begging for a wardrobe malfunction, ass spilling over the chair, sunny “good morning babe” energy. Daughter shows up late, sunglasses on, fake bored tone, bending way too far over the table to reach the juice. Her nipple pops at the edge for half a second, just enough to make you choke on your coffee. She notices. She always notices. She does these tiny challenges, like “hey can you rub sunscreen on my back, my arms can’t reach” while her mom is only one thin wall away blow drying her hair. And you’ve got this dialogue wheel that pretends to give you innocent options, but even the “polite” answer has you hovering your hands a bit too low on her hips.

What I liked is how many of the hottest bits are not fully naked at first. A bikini strap sliding down too slow. A beach wave knocking her into you so your hands automatically land on her ass. That scene on the sand when the three of you are lying on towels and she suddenly decides she is “too hot” and unhooks her top, lying on her stomach so only you get the side view of her huge tits flattening out. Mom is talking about romantic sunsets. Daughter is flirting with your erection. Both things true at the same time. It feels messy and wrong and exactly like that, like cheating but also not cheating because technically you are just… looking too much.

At night the place turns into something else. The 3D models look better in low light, less plastic, more like sweaty real people. There’s this balcony scene where the daughter comes out in an oversized T‑shirt, no bra, nipples clearly poking through, pretending she “can’t sleep because of the waves”. You get choices that push little boundaries. Do you let her sit in your lap “just to watch the moon”? Do you move your hand when she shifts and her ass presses right on your hard cock, or do you stay there and act like nothing is happening? It’s less about huge branching paths and more about how far you’re willing to go with the teasing. And sometimes the game doesn’t reward you immediately, it just stores that dirty little moment and throws it back at you later. Like when she whispers in your ear at the beach bar “I remember how hard you were last night” and walks away to dance with some guy, watching you over her shoulder.

There are some small things that annoyed me. Like, why does everyone stand up from the couch like a mannequin being lifted by a crane? The animation kills the mood for half a second, but then the camera drops behind mom when she bends to grab a dropped spoon and you forget everything because her swimsuit digs into her huge ass like floss. The writing is weirdly romantic in some scenes, almost sweet, and then it turns filthy with no warning. You’ll be in the middle of a slow, emotional talk about “future together” and two dialogue clicks later the daughter is basically asking if you prefer shaved or trimmed. It shouldn’t work, but somehow that clash makes it feel more like real people, who say lovely things and then five minutes later are grinding against a balcony railing like horny animals.

Little secrets are fun too. If you keep choosing slightly bolder lines with the daughter, she starts pushing the exhibitionism angle hard. Walking in front of you at the beach, hips switching like she’s on TikTok, “accidentally” losing part of her bikini in the water so you have to help her fix it while tourists walk by. One run I kept things more “respectful” and she turned almost clingy, like she wanted to prove she was more woman than her mom. Different vibe, same evil eyes. Either way, your POV turns every simple thing into porn: sunscreen, ice cream dripping down her chest, mom’s wet hair sticking to her neck, three shadows on the wall in the apartment hallway that look way more intimate than they should.

And when the two of them end up in swimsuits next to each other on that little sofa, mom chubby and soft with big tits half out, daughter skinny with that thick ass that doesn’t match the rest of her body, both looking at you like you’re the only cock in this town… yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing. It flirts, it lies, it pretends to be romantic while stuffing your brain with pure incest‑adjacent harem fantasy. You click, you choose, you tell yourself you’re “just checking another route” on your second run. But when the daughter leans into your ear and says “you’re not going to marry her without really knowing the family, right?” it becomes pretty clear why you’re still here, watching the waves hit the shore like they’re fucking the whole beach.

Pharmacy games always sounded boring in my head. Like, I imagine clicking bottles of vitamins and some old man asking about blood pressure. Then this thing shows up, and the pharmacy is just background noise for a bunch of horny people who desperately need… “alternative treatment plans.” You’re basically watching a day in Sina’s All Hours Pharmacy, except every “consultation” quietly drifts into porn logic. Customer says “my back hurts” and two dialog boxes later they’re bent over the counter getting “thorough physical support.” It feels like someone mixed workplace comedy with hentai and then forgot which one was supposed to be the main dish, so they just doubled down on both.

The whole thing is kinetic, so you’re not pretending to be some strategic mastermind. You’re just riding along, like a perv on rails. No choices, just vibes. Which is weirdly nice. I didn’t have to think, I just sat there with coffee in one hand and mouse in the other, clicking through as the staff solves problems using zero medical training and a lot of big tits physics. Breasts are basically secondary characters here. I swear there’s a scene where the pharmacist leans over and her boobs are doing more talking than her mouth. Her “consultation technique” is like: step one, lean in so the guy sees nothing but cleavage; step two, ask totally normal question with the most smug face; step three, he’s instantly cured except for the rock hard problem in his pants. Also the cocks are stupidly big, like “how is this physically inside you and you’re still making jokes” level cartoon nonsense. It’s great. It’s dumb. It’s kinda hot. It makes zero sense. Perfect.

What really got me though is the tone. One second you have straight up dirty talk at the counter, the next second someone cracks a joke like this is some workplace sitcom. At one point a customer comes in with “stress”, and suddenly the pharmacist is like, “We offer body‑to‑body relaxation, side effect includes not walking straight.” Nobody reacts like that’s insane. The staff treats sex like just another line item on the receipt. There’s a bit with a girl with huge boobs trying to restock shelves and they keep smashing into boxes and you just know the dev sat there thinking “yeah, this is very important for the medical realism.” The humor is very “I watched too much hentai and now I write scripts,” which honestly, mood. It’s horny but not super mean, just very shameless. I do wish there were moments where you could at least choose how fast the scenes escalate instead of everything jumping straight from mild flirting to “raw dog in the back room,” but it also kind of fits the whole no‑refunds, no‑breaks energy of the place. Half the time I forgot this is supposed to be a pharmacy at all. It just feels like porn with lab coats and name tags, which, yeah, I’m absolutely not complaining.

Twenty four, broke, kicked out, scrolling porn on your phone in a shitty mood, then you load up this thing and suddenly you’re standing in the hallway of your step aunt’s house, holding a single duffel bag like some failed adult. That opening hit me harder than I expected, honestly. It’s not subtle. The game throws you straight into that feeling of being worthless and embarrassed, while she’s there in the doorway, blonde hair a bit messy, wearing clothes that are absolutely not “proper aunt” level. She talks, actually talks, with real voice lines, and the tone is this weird mix of warm and a bit too soft, like she’s trying not to show how lonely she is. From the Unreal side of my brain, I kept expecting some fancy camera tricks, but it stays tight in POV, just you and her, and that works way better for this kind of teasing vibe than any flashy stuff.

Her first “you can stay as long as you need” line already sounds like a lie, in a good way. There’s this tiny pause, that small breath the VA does, where you feel she wants more than just a tenant. And then the kinetic thing kicks in. No choices, no fake “moral paths”, nothing. You’re strapped into this slow, horny train and it’s going exactly one direction. That annoyed me for like two minutes, since I’m used to branching nonsense, but then the scenes start building on each other so clean that I forgot I even wanted choices. It’s basically daily life with a hot step aunt who pretends she’s only being motherly while her hand stays on your shoulder just a bit too long. The camera angle when you sit at the kitchen table and she leans close, her breasts almost brushing your arm, is honestly so simple but it works. No crazy animations, just enough movement and voice to make your brain go “yeah, she knows what she’s doing.”

The first actual lewd moment is almost irritatingly realistic. It’s not some instant clothes off bullshit. You’re exhausted from your new job, flopped on her couch, and she sits behind you, starts “massaging” your shoulders. Her fingers drift down your chest, and the MC keeps doing that awkward internal monologue, trying to stay polite, like “I shouldn’t think of her like that.” Meanwhile she’s breathing warm in your ear, and you see just the corner of her lips in the frame, this half smile. When her hand slides lower and she pretends to be surprised that you’re hard, that line is delivered so casually it almost feels improvised. Then she strokes you off, slow, with this mix of guilt and hunger in her voice, whispering that it’s just to help you “relax, after such a hard day.” It’s filthy and tender at the same time. I hated that it worked so well on me, because the setup is simple as hell, but the pacing and the teasing sell the whole thing without needing any complicated systems or effects. The game just sits there and goes: you’re broke, you’re stuck, and your only comfort is an older blonde woman who should not be doing this to you, but she keeps doing it anyway, and you keep letting her.

There is this weird little porn clicker about a redhead scientist that feels like someone smashed a health app, a horny comic, and an idle game together after a long week. You start with her looking like a kinda regular nerd in a white coat, messy hair, slightly tired eyes, nothing special, just cute. Then you start clicking through her "experiments" and suddenly you are basically her private pervert assistant, quietly helping her slide from “pure research” into “ok I am masturbating in the lab and writing it into the log, this is fine.” The game plays it totally straight like all this is science, which somehow makes it much dirtier. Half the fun is that she honestly believes all this fucking around is just "data gathering" while you sit there spamming the click like a degenerate.

The pacing is slow but in a good way, if you like the kind of story where corruption is not just a switch but a long road. Early scenes are so tame it almost feels like nothing happens, just small changes in how she talks, the way her shirt sits a bit more open, the blush getting stronger when she mentions "body response." Then, a few upgrades later, she is in the lab late, touching herself in front of her own camera “for analysis” and trying to pretend she is still objective. That shift is done with those single lines of dialogue that hit harder than the big scenes. Like she drops one casual “I guess a little arousal is acceptable during testing” and you know she is already gone. The transformation is not only about her curves, you also see her attitude go from slightly awkward scientist to shameless self-test subject who looks at the screen like she knows exactly you are watching. I liked how some clicks just give one new expression instead of a big event. That tiny smirk that appears when she logs "masturbation frequency: increased" did more for me than some games where characters go full slut in two dialogues.

What makes it stick in my head is how unpolished it feels in small ways that actually help the mood. The AI art shifts a bit between scenes, sometimes her face looks slightly different and it feels like she is glitching as the experiments mess with her body. At one point her boobs are suddenly a bit too big for one sprite, then in the next they settle into a nicer shape, and my brain just accepted it like "oh yeah, transformation in progress, carry on." The UI clicked weird on my phone in Chrome, by the way, that little pause between clicks annoyed me once and I kept thinking I broke something, but then I forgot about it because she started panting in the audio log and I am weak. There is a really nice touch when you unlock one of the mid-corruption states and she is still in the lab coat but you can tell she is not wearing anything serious under it anymore, just this teasing hint of color when she moves. I spent way too long trying to trigger that one pose again, like an idiot, instead of going forward. The game pretends to be "casual," but it quietly trains you to min-max arousal, health stats, and her morality without telling you what you are really doing to her. At some point she laughs a bit too freely while talking about stress relief through masturbation, and I actually paused, thinking "ok, maybe I pushed her too far." Then I clicked again. Of course.

Christmas in this game feels like someone mashed Pornhub search history with a cheap Hallmark movie, then decided, yeah, that’s fine, let it snow. You play as the boyfriend who is technically the “main character”, but in practice you end up feeling more like a ghost watching your own relationship from the ceiling. Ariana comes over all excited for a long dirty night, already talking about what she wants to do with her mouth, with her tits, grinding on you in that teasing way where she pretends she’s innocent while describing exactly how she wants your cum inside her. Then the job call hits, like a boring capitalist cockblock, and suddenly he’s gone, and you’re left with her, the empty house, and a brain full of guilt and curiosity. The game leans hard into that voyeur angle. You’re not just watching Ariana, you’re watching yourself fail at basic boyfriend duties while she tries to keep her pussy loyal and her thoughts clean, and it’s honestly kind of funny how fast that falls apart.

Because then Santa shows up. Not the Coca Cola one, not the fat soft grandpa from kids movies. This Santa is basically NTR in a red coat, with this big black cock that might as well have its own postal code. The game knows exactly what it’s doing with that. Every time Ariana says she’s trying to be faithful, the camera lingers on her lips, or on how her thighs press together, or on the wet spot growing while she denies she’s thinking about that one previous night with a “different” guy. There’s this one scene where she’s on the couch, phone in hand, half-writing a text to you and half staring at Santa’s bulge while he pretends to talk about “saving Christmas”. She keeps biting her lip, the text box opens and closes, autocorrect pops up dumb suggestions, and she just erases everything and instead drops to her knees. No big speech, no drama. Just this slow slide down his pants and a shot of her face when she sees how big he actually is, like her whole moral system just short-circuited between her legs.

The sex itself is very direct. Lots of oral, and she’s not shy about it at all. Ariana drools, gags, smears spit all over that shaft, uses both hands like she’s worshipping something sacred and obscene at the same time. She keeps saying it’s “only to help”, that it’s “for Christmas”, which is honestly such a funny excuse that it becomes hot. When they finally fuck, you can tell the game wants you to feel both horny and slightly sick with jealousy. Her nails drag down his back, her tits bounce all over the place, her ass slaps against his hips, and she just keeps asking for it deeper, harder, like she forgot you exist. There’s one angle where you basically see the outline of his cock through her belly when he really rams in, and if you’re already on the edge with NTR, that moment might finish you or break you. She talks about your name once, then mid-moan she replaces it with “Santa” without even noticing, and I actually paused there just to think about how identity kind of collapses when desire is stronger than memory. The final creampie feels like a punchline: thick load leaking out of her stretched pussy while Christmas lights blink in the background, like the universe is quietly clapping for adultery. If you want to squeeze every filthy drop out of it, mute your Spotify, put your phone face-down, lean into the jealousy, and let Ariana ruin your Christmas on purpose.

Lyra is supposed to be this perfect warrior princess, right? Stoic, noble, all that heroic cosplay you see on Insta but with way less clothing and way more sweat. Except her head is completely fucked with cravings she is not allowed to have. The island is full of sharp women, hard bodies, ritual bruises, polished armor, and then behind all that there is this constant low buzz of want. Skin against skin in the baths, eyes lingering too long during drills, the way someone’s mouth curves when they lose a spar and drop to one knee. The whole place pretends it is discipline and honor, but it is horny as hell under the surface, and Lyra is the one who knows it too well because her own pulse keeps betraying her.

When Thebe shows up, this stubborn tomboy recruit with too much attitude and not enough respect, it is like the island hands Lyra a living toy and says: here, fix this. You, as Lyra, decide what "fixing" means. Sometimes that is a wooden sword across her thighs until her legs shake, sometimes it is fingers on her jaw, forcing her to hold eye contact while you tell her what a useless little slut of a warrior she is, and sometimes it is just making her kneel silently and breathe while you trace circles over the inside of her thigh without giving her what she is begging for. The game never rushes when it is cruel. There are these scenes where you control everything: what she can say, when she is allowed to come, if she is allowed to come at all. You can praise her as your good girl or grind her right down into filthy nothing, making her repeat what she is, what she is for. That whole orgasm control thing hits stupidly hard here, because you are not pushing a generic meter, you are playing with her conditioning, layering orders over affection until she worships you for the privilege of being used. One time I had her pinned against a training pillar, hands bound above her head, her mouth stuffed so she can only moan around it, and the only way she can show obedience is how still she holds her hips while Lyra teases her clit with just the edge of a glove. It is awful and perfect and you kinda hate yourself while clicking the "not yet" option again.

What surprised me is how soft it can switch without warning. Lyra is not some cartoon domme robot. She is horny, yes, and a little broken, and she screws up. There is this bathhouse scene after a rough punishment where you sit with Thebe between your legs, washing her hair, and the steam is thick and your thighs are wrapped around her hips. You still control her, she still calls you princess, but suddenly you are kissing the bruises you put on her, licking water off her shoulder like it is an apology. The camera (not literally, chill, just how it feels) lingers on mouths and fingers, and a lot of the heat is in kissing and cunnilingus, tongue and breath and needy little sounds. It is very lesbian, very yuri, but with that twisted power thing where romance and ownership tangle together until you forget where one ends. At one point I caught myself whispering "good girl" at my screen like a complete idiot, which is extra funny because the game also kicks you in the teeth sometimes with humiliation. You can have her sell herself on your command, you can push her into roles that look like prostitution wrapped in "duty to the island", and Lyra has to watch and decide if she is doing it for Themiscyra or for her own sick thrill. Honestly the only thing that annoyed me was this one UI click in the menu that feels like it is hiding the choice you actually want, and I kept hitting the wrong thing on my phone while half naked in bed, which is not the mood you want killed by a tiny button. Anyway. It is messy, horny, mean, weirdly romantic, and every time you think you are the one in control, the story pulls back and reminds you that Lyra might be the one getting possessed by her own need, not just her little warrior toy.

Everything in this game smells a bit like old perfume and bad decisions. You come back to this huge, too-quiet mansion that used to belong to your adoptive father, and the walls already feel like they’ve seen more orgasms than family dinners. There is this big leather ledger that shouldn’t be sexy at all, but somehow is, because every time you open it, some dirty little secret crawls out. The club he left behind is not just some boring “elite venue”, it’s this half-criminal, half-fetish nest where rich people pretend they are classy while getting sucked off in the VIP room. And in the middle of all this, you move like some horny little Lovecraft protagonist, except instead of tentacles from the sky you get stepmom in silk robe, her ass outlined in the light from the hallway, asking in this fake sad voice how you’ve been holding up. You know something’s wrong from how she touches your shoulder a bit too slow, how her eyes stay on your mouth too long. It’s not cosmic horror. It’s worse. It’s domestic.

The real madness starts with the three women in that house. Victoria, the adoptive mom, is that classic “I’m too proper for this” milf, except she isn’t. She’s the type who pretends she’s shocked when she catches you watching her change, but doesn’t close the door. She wears those tight dresses that hug her big tits and big ass like they’re about to pop out, and she will scold you for staring while arching her back more. Then there are the daughters, Kayla and Maya. One of them gives you that teasing, I-know-you’re-hard look every time you walk past. The other one plays it cold and distant, like you’re some stranger, which somehow makes it worse when she “accidentally” presses her thighs against you on the couch. The game loves to trap you in these slow tension scenes: late-night kitchen, everyone in thin pajamas, ice from the fridge clinking too loud while one of them bends down just a bit too far, her nipples visible through the fabric. You know that the ledger has something on all of them. Money, cheating, blackmail stuff, deals with shady guys from the club. And you can use that. Corruption here doesn’t feel like flipping a switch. It’s more like you take a step, then another, and suddenly you’re making your adoptive sister suck you off next to the ledger where her mother’s dirty financial records are written, and she is looking up at you with these guilty, hungry eyes.

Sex scenes play out like slow rituals, not just click-and-fap. There’s a strong teasing vibe, like the game understands that a blowjob is way hotter when she pretends she doesn’t want it at first, then slowly gives in because you’ve got some secret on her. I had this one run where I used something from the club’s ledger to corner Victoria. She tried to stay “in control”, classic dommy milf attitude, talking down to you, but the longer you pushed, the more cracks showed. She ended up on her knees in her home office, that same office where your father probably planned all those crimes, her lipstick smeared around your cock while she’s still trying to say she’s “doing this only once”. You can go for creampie like you’re marking territory, and the game actually leans into that ownership fantasy, especially with the whole harem angle. Different branches let you peek at them when they think you’re not around: shower scenes, masturbating in their room, flashing a bit too much skin in public. There’s exhibitionism stuff where you push them to show more at the club, to the point where one of the girls gives you a secret handjob in a shadowy corner while some old guy drinks whiskey ten steps away, unaware. Or maybe he knows. The AI-generated CG is weird in a good way sometimes, like their eyes are a bit too bright or their smiles a bit too wide, which hits this uncanny eldritch kink if you’re into that. Half of the time you’re chasing romance, kissing them softly in the hallway, and the other half you’re fucking them raw on a couch, knowing you’re cheating, corrupting, twisting the whole “family” around your cock like some forbidden cult that worships you instead of any god. And yeah, the mystery stuff is nice, the crime and danger and betrayal, but honestly, the real horror here is how quickly you forget your father’s death the moment your “sister” is on her knees with cum dripping from her lips, asking in a shaky voice what else you’ve found in that cursed ledger.