Phil is the kind of old bastard you see in hentai and think, “nah, nobody is like that in real life,” and then the game spends about ten minutes proving you wrong. He used to be this self-proclaimed sex god, king of the boarding house, panties thief, the whole package, and now he’s broke, humiliated, and somehow still horny as fuck. The plot is simple on paper: someone screwed him over, he got kicked off his throne, and now he claws his way back up by joining the local mafia and turning his own house into this weird mix of crime HQ and pervy playground. It sounds ridiculous, and it is, but that’s kinda why it works. One moment you’re helping him deal with shady guys in suits, the next you’re peeking through keyholes to watch a girl ride a dildo she swears is “for back pain only.” The game just shrugs like, yeah, that’s normal. Helga, Olga, Mirian, Layla, Ronda, Phoebe… every name drops like some bootleg crossover of childhood cartoon parody and cheap soap opera, and they all come with their own flavor of fuckery. Helga being a tsun brick with big tits is probably the least surprising thing in here. The first time Phil accidentally walks in on Layla, ass in the air, playing with a toy in front of her phone camera, I actually paused and laughed, because of course the old pervert doesn’t back out. He just stands there, breathing heavy, and the game lets you drag that voyeur moment out longer than it should. The teasing is constant, insanely slow at times, like the devs are edging you on purpose. You grab tits, you grope asses, someone complains, someone moans, and the line between “oops” and “he totally meant that” is very blurry. It’s a sandbox structure, so you bounce around the house, repeat scenes, poke at characters until new stuff unlocks. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s just Phil being a creepy old fuck and you go “okay dude, relax,” but then you click the same option again anyway, so who’s the real problem here.

What I didn’t expect is how much the game leans into Phil being old, not in a sad way, but like a filthy legend past his prime trying to speedrun a comeback. He talks about his “glory days” while staring at a teen with a big ass bent over the kitchen counter and whatever sympathy you had just melts. And yet, the game still lets him be this weird charm bomb. He flirts with Milfs and teens like it’s all the same sport, one minute groping some big tits in a cramped hallway, the next sabotaging some poor bastard’s date so he can swoop in. There’s a scene with Olga where he “helps” her with yoga, and you can practically smell the sweat and desperation when he pretends his hands just “slipped” to her ass. Anal stuff shows up more casually than I expected too, like Phil is just ticking off a bucket list he started thirty years ago. The parody angle pops out more in small jokes: little nods to “Hey Arnold” style names, some girl literally named Ronda who looks like she walked out of a bootleg hentai version of a kids show, and the game never points at it directly, it just sits there and lets you be the one who feels dirty for noticing. Sex toys appear in random places, like a vibrator casually on a coffee table, and Phil’s reaction is always the same horny old man energy, half shocked, half delighted. I only really got annoyed at tiny things, like how the same teasing line repeats in certain scenes and the timing of some events feels off, you walk in, get blueballed, leave, come back, same half-finished seduction, like the universe is lagging. But then you hit a new voyeur moment with Phoebe showering, water dripping over huge tits pressed against the glass, and the irritation just fades into the background noise. Nothing feels polished, not the pacing, not the transitions, not even the way Phil talks, but in this type of game it kind of fits. It’s like dirty fanfic that escaped, got some code slapped on it, and decided to become your new guilty habit without asking.

Guy messes up his meds, grows tits in slow motion, lands in a cage full of horny criminals, and then everything goes straight to hell in a way that’s honestly kind of hot and kind of depressing at the same time. That’s the vibe here. You start as this pretty regular dude who just wants his dick to work better or something, and instead his body starts quietly switching teams. First it’s just tiny things: softer skin, weird tingles in the nipples, hips feeling wrong in his own jeans. Camera really loves to stay close to the skin too, like the game knows you’re here to listen to that little gasp when he touches himself and realizes, “Shit… that feels too good.” Voice grunts and breathing are actually nice, not those super fake porn sounds you mute after one minute. I had my headphones up and when he did this half-panicked whine during his first jerk-off scene, I had to pause VLC just to replay it. Twice. Maybe three times.

Then it all snowballs. He needs money to fix himself, screws it up, ends up behind bars where every guy looks at him like fresh meat that doesn’t know it’s meat yet. And the game just leans into that. You walk around the prison yard with this body that is getting softer, rounder, more “fuckable”, while the voice lines stay male at first, with this tiny nervous crack sometimes. Not instantly girly, which I love. There’s this shower scene where another inmate just casually corners him, hand sliding way too low, and he tries to sound tough but his moan betrays him the moment fingers tease his ass. The sound design there is filthy in a good way: slaps on wet skin, breath against the ear, that low growl from the dominant guy while the protagonist is trying to keep quiet and failing. I record and collect sex sounds for fun, and I legit clipped that groan he makes when he’s being forced on his knees. Could drop that into a custom loop and most people wouldn’t know it’s from a game.

It’s not all perfect though. Some scenes where you get groped in the corridor just cut off a bit sudden, like the moans were about to hit a nice rhythm and then, oops, dialog box, mood gone. And sometimes they use the same stroke sound for a handjob and for anal, which makes no sense to my ears at all, but anyway, I stopped caring when the corruption kicks in and he starts secretly enjoying it. There is this one moment in the cell at night, he’s lying on the bunk, obviously already fucked earlier, still sore, and he starts masturbating very slowly, breath hitching every time his fingers brush his hole because it’s not “just” his dick anymore that gives him pleasure. Audio there is gold. Soft bed creaks, low whimpers, little wet clicks of lube, and then the guard walks in, catches him with fingers inside, and instead of stopping him, just orders him to suck. That sloppy forced blowjob sound, gagging and whining mixed with that humiliating “yes sir” tone, had me pausing my own stuff and just listening. If your kink folder already has “sissy_pov”, “forced_bj_loop”, “prison_daddy” in it, you will feel very at home. The game keeps dragging this boy from “I’m not gay” to “please use my ass” and you can hear every step of that fall in the way he moans. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Everything is falling apart and somehow you end up as the one guy sitting in the big chair. That is the feeling this game chases. Virus, empty streets, city quiet like a church at night, and then you open the interface and it just goes: “You’re the mayor now. Do what you want.” There is no slow heroic build up, no epic speech. It is more like waking up hungover and realizing you accidentally bought a whole city on Steam during a sale. Only this time the city is full of desperate, scared, very fuckable people who need food, safety, rules, and you are the one deciding what “rules” actually means.

What I like is how casual the corruption starts. You are not forced to be some cartoon villain. You begin with small decisions. Approve some ration cards, move a patrol here, give a special pass to that district. Then the game quietly asks if maybe that cute nurse can get extra medicine if she gives you a “private report” first. You say yes once, and like in WhatsApp chats you think “ok, only this time.” But the next scene remembers. Her sprite changes, her attitude softens, she starts calling you “Mr. Mayor” with this tiny blush. Then the CG kicks in and suddenly your office desk is not for paperwork anymore. The city is dying outside and you’re rearranging her underwear like it’s the most important problem in the world.

The survival layer actually feeds the porn instead of just being some menu in the corner. You cut funding to security so you can pour resources into building your private harem wing in city hall, and the game lets you do it. Crime rises, some people suffer, you still get a new scene where a former councilwoman crawls to you, begging for protection. And you sit there with your fake moral choices. “Sign this obedience contract if you want supplies for your district.” She hesitates for half a second, then the CG shows her on her knees between your legs, signing with her mouth busy. The writing is blunt, not poetic, and that fits. This world is not romantic, it is hungry. Bodies bargaining for safety, girls trading their pride for your signature. Sometimes the text goes a bit too edgy and silly and you roll your eyes, but then a new character pops up, maybe a local cop or a teacher, and the game nails that specific fantasy of slowly watching her standards rot away scene by scene.

What really got me is how the visual novel style makes your filth feel official. You click through council reports, infection stats, budget numbers, and then in the same interface you choose to personally “inspect” the shelter staff. No music swell, just a choice button that changes someone’s whole life. You can pretend to be caring, giving out resources like a kind leader, but the game keeps tempting you with that darker path: exclusive access passes in exchange for “night visits,” forced loyalty oaths while you fuck them over your desk, whole city districts run like your personal breeding grounds. The corruption is not just in them, it’s in you watching the next CG unlock and thinking, “Ok, just one more depraved law.” And it never really judges you. That’s maybe the most dangerous part. This is not a story about saving the city. It is about how good it feels when no one can tell you no.

Two horny disasters sharing an apartment, trying really hard to act normal while everything is dripping with sexual tension. That’s basically the vibe here, and it works way better than it should. You play as the female MC, stuck in this weird line between “good roommate” and “I kinda want to pin her to the couch and make her scream my name.” It starts pretty tame, lots of dumb jokes, awkward glances, one of them “accidentally” walking around half naked, that kind of thing. Then it does that slow creep from cute to filthy. One night she thinks the other girl is out, grabs her phone, opens some trash porn site and starts rubbing one out, and then you realize the roommate is actually watching from the door. The game just lets the moment hang there; you hear her breathing, the MC trying to keep quiet, and it’s way hotter than some loud screaming scene. The voyeur angle hits hard, because it really feels like catching somebody in the most private moment, except here you kind of want her to get caught.

It’s a kinetic novel, so yeah, you’re basically riding the train instead of driving it, but it actually fits this story. You’re not juggling stats or grinding affection hearts; you’re watching this lesbian slow-burn romance wobble between “we’re just friends” and “I want you to choke me while you call me a slut.” There are moments where the roommate switches from goofy idiot to full-on dom and it’s so sudden it throws you. One scene, they’re on the bed watching some stupid meme compilation on a tiny mobile screen, laughing, next second she grabs the MC’s wrist, pins it above her head and starts spanking her through her panties for making a snarky comment. No need for long explanation, she just does it, and the MC goes from “hey what the hell” to moaning into the pillow pretty fast. And yeah, you get anal, oral, handjobs, all that, but what actually sticks is how the game keeps mixing humiliation with affection. She’ll push the MC to strip in front of the open window, lights on, blinds open, neighbors maybe watching, then kiss her forehead while the MC is shaking and dripping. It’s sweet and fucked up in the same breath. The violence tag mostly shows up when the spanking turns rough and you see actual marks, or when the dom side goes just a bit too hard with slapping and hair pulling and you’re like “okay damn, chill” but also you don’t want her to.

The animations are simple but very on point, like the little shivers when a tongue slides in, the way fingers curl when she’s getting fingered on the couch, trying not to scream because someone might hear through the thin apartment walls. There is a shower scene where the MC is masturbating, thinking about her roommate’s lips, and you see the silhouette through the glass door. Then the roommate pushes the door open, fully dressed, watches her for a second without saying a word, then just steps in with shoes and all and drops to her knees. Completely unrealistic, completely perfect. The humor keeps showing up in the worst possible moments too, like when the MC accidentally butt-dials a food delivery app right after getting her ass slapped raw, and has to answer while the roommate is licking her between the legs. The tone never stays consistent, and honestly that’s what makes it feel like two actual messy girls figuring each other out, switching from romance to filth to teasing in the space of one scene. There is romance under all the BDSM and pervy stuff, but it never turns into some cheesy “soulmate” speech. It’s more like “I own your ass now, also I made pancakes.” Which, frankly, is peak relationship goal.