Kohei comes back to his old town for something boring like university, and instead walks straight into the kind of summer that fucks with your head for years after. It looks harmless at first. Childhood streets, cicadas screaming, cheap fans pushed to their limit, that older girl next door who used to ruffle his hair and laugh too loud. Misaki feels like she should be safe territory, familiar, almost family, this cozy fantasy of “onee-san who waited for you”. The game knows that expectation and plays with it in a way that’s honestly pretty mean. She’s still teasing, still bright on the surface, but her eyes slip away at weird moments, her smile freezes half a second too long. Small details like that. You pick a flirty choice, she laughs, leans in, you can almost smell her sweat and shampoo mix, and then some other guy’s name casually comes up and your stomach drops. It’s not subtle, and it’s not gentle.

The horny parts grow slowly, like mold in a corner you pretend not to see. At first you’re just choosing where to spend a day, which cheap cafe, whether to help her carry groceries. One scene you’re alone with Misaki in her apartment, the sun too bright through thin curtains, her in a loose tank top and shorts that ride up when she sits cross-legged. She offers you iced tea, your hand brushes her thigh when you take the glass, she goes quiet for a second. That silence is hotter than any moaning later. The game loves those tiny pauses, the routes where nothing explicit happens yet are somehow dirtier in your head than the straight-up sex scenes. Then there are the runs where you lean into the NTR sickness on purpose, like poking a bruise. Letting her reply to that late-night message. Choosing not to follow her when she “just goes to meet an old friend”. Coming back to a half-buttoned blouse, a faint smell that is not your cologne, and a CG that stings more because she is still smiling at you like she wants to protect you from what already happened. It gives you options to avoid that, sure, to keep things “pure” and romantic, but you feel the game secretly smirking when you pick them, like a producer forced to include a vanilla route to keep the sponsors calm.

What makes it interesting for me as a genre nerd is how it plays with POV shifts. One route you’re stuck inside Kohei’s head, rationalizing, pretending it’s fine, one bad choice, no big deal. On another, it flips and suddenly you’re watching scenes where you’re not supposed to be present at all, getting that ugly voyeur thrill. Sometimes you see Misaki from another guy’s eyes, the way he studies the sweat creeping along her neck, the way her body reacts even when her voice says “we shouldn’t”. That’s where the eroticism goes from simple horny to slightly cruel, because it forces you to admit that her desire is not a thing you own. And still the game offers proper romance lines, soft endings where you manage to hold on to her and build something tender out of all this mess. Those paths feel almost suspicious, like you wandered into a different title hosted on the same site by accident. But that contrast gives the sex extra charge. A slow kiss in a quiet room means one thing when you trust her; the same CG, same pose, after you saw what she did in another route, becomes loaded with paranoia, with “who touched you like this yesterday”. It is not elegant writing, not “high art”, but it understands really well how lust, jealousy, nostalgia and that stupid first-love hope all bleed into each other and make you click “next” even when you already hate the ending you know you’re walking toward.

Space family trip sounds cute on paper, right? Like some Instagram thing with matching suits and zero gravity hugs. This is not that. Here you start as a regular married guy who just wants to pay the damn mortgage and get his two stepdaughters through college, and suddenly you’re stuck on a paid “social experiment” in space where everyone around you gets their memories deleted… except you. So they wake up in this high-tech station, no clue who you are, who they are to you, nothing. You still remember every family dinner, every birthday, every time they called you dad. And then the game just looks at you and basically asks: are you going to be a good man, or are you going to be a complete fucking monster?

What makes it feel nasty in a good way is how normal everything looks at first. Clean corridors, organized rooms, your wife chatting, the girls wandering around in their little sci-fi outfits, curious and clueless. You talk to them and they treat you like some random stranger, and that hits harder than any porn setup. There is this one early scene where the younger stepdaughter is just sitting by a big window, staring out at the planet, and you can either comfort her like a worried dad or slide into this slow corruption path, touching just a bit too long, saying just a bit too much. Game doesn’t scream at you that it’s “evil”, it just lets you do it and quietly keeps track. Of course, if you push it, you get the heavy stuff: cheating on your wife while she’s right there in the same station, NTR stuff where other guys start sniffing around your girls if you play too soft, breeding content if you go full degenerate and start knocking people up. Sometimes the camera hangs just a second longer on a stare, or on a hand on a hip, and it’s more erotic than the full-on sex scene that comes after. Or it’s just my brain being cooked, could be that too.

The sci-fi part is not just wallpaper either. You got weird labs where they test “compatibility”, voyeur points where you watch what the others are doing in the showers or private cabins, exhibition stuff where your stepdaughter is walking around half naked in some gravity adjustment test and doesn’t understand why the crew is drooling over her. There is this one voyeur scene where your wife thinks she’s single again and flirts with some tall alien-looking dude, and the game lets you decide if you just watch, interfere, or let it slide into full-on NTR and then pretend later you “didn’t see”. And the animations are dirty in a very physical way: skin-on-skin, rough BDSM sessions with cuffs and collars in a sterile white room, interracial gangbang in a research bay like it’s just another experiment. The whole thing feels like a long bad decision tree from an old choose-your-own-adventure book, except every “turn to page 78” is basically “do you keep your morals or do you fuck your whole family’s life up in the horniest way possible”. It’s gross, it’s hot, it makes you pause on the save screen way too often, and then you still click the worst option.

Mila and her guy look like that couple you see on Instagram, all fake smiles and “date night” posts, but when you actually get inside their story here you feel how dead the fire is. Sex life on life support, zero spark, just routine. And instead of fixing anything normal way, she basically opens the darkest tabs in her own brain and lets them run wild. It starts slow, like harmless flirting in her head, and pretty fast you realize “ok, this girl’s kink folder is mostly anal, control, and being treated like a pretty little toy.” Not gonna lie, the game is kinda honest about how ugly and hot that can be at the same time. One moment she’s shy and guilty, next moment she’s spread, gagged, and calling some stranger “sir” while her boyfriend is literally the least relevant person in the room.

What I like is that it really leans into those three paths instead of pretending everything is one-size-fits-all. NTR stuff here is not soft. There is humiliation, there is that sick twist in your stomach when she looks her man in the eyes after getting wrecked by someone else and you can tell she likes him helpless. One scene had her bent over a couch, ass up, while she’s on voice call with her boyfriend, acting all innocent, and the guy behind her is just ramming her ass and whispering in her ear to talk sweeter. That kind of scummy detail is what sold it for me. The “loyal” route is like a weird lab experiment. Same girl, same obsession with anal toys, but everything is “our dirty secret” with her boyfriend. She still pushes herself into extreme stuff, begging for bigger toys, double penetration, getting off on the pain and loss of control, but the emotional flavor changes. Less betrayal, more “I’m your filthy slut and only yours.” Still, sometimes it feels tamer emotionally, even when she’s got three things inside her and can barely speak. NTS, the “sharing” route, kinda sits between the two. She gets passed around, used by groups, gangbang scenes, collars, knees on the floor, ass used first like it’s standard policy, but she keeps looking back at her man like “see what you did to me.” Some people will call it wholesome. Those people are lying.

AI generated art gives everything this slightly unreal, hentai fever-dream look. Faces too pretty, asses too perfect, tears on cheeks while she’s clearly enjoying it way too much. Sometimes the characters change a bit between scenes and it’s a little janky, like a porn multiverse where everyone looks 5 percent different every time, but honestly it also makes the corruption feel weirder, like reality is bending with her kinks. There’s a ton of group scenes where she’s the center of attention and not in a gentle way. Picture her pinned down, a hand around her throat, another spreading her cheeks, one guy in her ass, another waiting, everybody talking about her like she’s a toy on sale, not a person. Or she’s ordered to lick herself clean after they ruin her, and you get that mix of shame and need on her face. Choices actually matter a bit more than I expected: small dialogue options turn a teasing moment into full-on domination, or keep her in that “I shouldn’t be doing this” zone instead of complete mindbreak. I do wish there was one route where she just takes charge and flips the script, but no, this game clearly decided her ass belongs to everyone except her, and honestly, for what it’s trying to be, that stubborn focus kind of works. Just don’t come here expecting romance. It’s about a bored girl finding out that getting used, especially from behind, is exactly what wakes her up, and then watching her run way past the line where she said she’d stop.

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.