You wake up in this house that is not really home, but also not some cold shelter, and that tension sits in every scene. The game starts simple: you, a guy with a shitty past, share space with Abby, who is supposed to be your stepmother, and Ashley, the stepsister who clearly has more issues than any of you admit. The story pretends for a while that it is just about “fitting in” and “gratitude”, but the camera lingers too long on thighs, on lips, on the way Ashley bends over the sink for you to believe this is only about family drama. There is this quiet moral rot underneath, and the game knows it. It plays with it. You are given choices that look harmless at first. Help Abby in the kitchen, or scroll your phone? Knock before entering Ashley’s room, or just push the door and hope she is “busy”? These small things slowly become about what kind of person you allow yourself to be when nobody is looking, when your survival was given as a favor and now your dick wants to renegotiate the terms.

The erotic stuff grows out of that pressure instead of just dropping on you out of nowhere. You start with simple voyeur moments: catching Abby half dressed, her towel a bit loose while she scolds you for being lazy; sitting on the couch while Ashley stretches in shorts that technically cover her, but not your imagination. You get to react, and reactions matter. You can pretend you look away, but then the game still shows your hand under the blanket later while you masturbate to what you saw. It is very honest about that petty, horny part of the mind. Sex toys appear first in their world, not yours. A drawer left half open in Abby’s bedroom, a pink vibrator that you find when you are “just cleaning” like a good boy. The game lets you stare at it too long, lets you imagine how it moves inside her, and before long there is a scene where you are alone, that toy in your hand, stroking yourself while the screen cuts between your cock and the memory of Abby’s neckline. It is filthy, but also painfully believable, like the writer has spent many nights on Pornhub and then thought “what if the guilt never went away afterward”.

What makes this all feel more unsettling is how the game does not punish you directly. There is no big “bad ending” screen. Instead it lets your relationship with Abby shift in tiny, corrupt ways. You compliment her dress, she laughs and calls you “sweet”, and later her hand stays on your shoulder a second too long when she walks past. The animated scenes lean into that slow burn. Her chest moving when she breathes, her fingers tightening around a wine glass, your own hips jerking when you finally get a masturbation scene that pays off all the teasing. When Ashley gets involved it tilts into something even messier, because she weaponizes her teenage spite. One scene has her catch you peeking and instead of screaming, she locks eyes with you, slides a dildo between her legs and keeps going, like she is testing how far she can drag you into her own rebellion. As a moral philosopher I should say this kind of fantasy normalizes terrible boundaries, and that is not wrong, but it also exposes how desire often grows exactly where rules are clearest. The game does not try to justify it with nonsense; it just shows a damaged guy, two women with their own loneliness, a house full of closed doors, and then asks in very quiet ways: if nobody stops you, who are you really when your cock is hard and your excuses sound almost reasonable.

Train home, one hand on the phone, other hand pretending to hold the rail, and this game pops back in my head again. That dumb little title I opened “just for a quick peek” on Firefox between Slack pings, and then suddenly I’m watching this kinda pathetic, kinda hot Futa MC jerking off in a school locker room to a girl’s cardigan like it’s the Holy Grail. Asuna is exactly that type: quiet, looks normal, huge secret between her legs, brain packed with way too much horny. It’s all school corridors, after-class empty rooms, the faint smell you imagine from gym clothes and panties stuffed into a bag. She’s obsessed with Sakurako in such a messy, stalker way that it should feel wrong, but the writing leans into it so hard it becomes this weirdly honest fantasy of “what if my crush actually caught me doing this and didn’t freak out, just stared and said keep going”. When Sakurako sees her buried in the closet, dick out, using her clothes like a tissue, the whole mood flips in like two lines. No big romance speech, just that one line where she asks to watch, and suddenly the whole story pivots from secret perv to exhibition pet project. That turn is where the game sold me. I was already on board for the jerk-off-in-uniforms stuff, but it hits different when the target of the lust starts leaning in instead of running away.

Scenes feel like they’re written by someone who has actually edged to eroge in a cramped apartment and not some “professional” writer polishing every line. There’s a lot of clumsy phrasing, some horny repetition, and the audio is that super recognizable Japanese voice style where the girl sounds half embarrassed, half demon in heat. Sometimes the moans go on a bit too long while the text is saying almost nothing, and I kept tapping through like, yeah yeah I get it, she’s panting, please let me see what she does next with that toy. But then a line would land perfectly, like when Sakurako casually orders Asuna to stroke slower while she’s still in uniform, one shoe slipped off, and I just stopped and reread it. The power dynamic is funny because Asuna is the one with the dick, but she’s also the one basically chained by her own crush, getting told when to jerk, when to stop, where to cum. There’s a scene with her on her knees under a desk, trying to keep quiet while someone passes outside the classroom, and I actually grinned like an idiot on the subway, which is… not ideal. The different routes sneak up on you too. I picked choices almost at random on my phone, thinking “okay, this is clearly the horny option”, and then later I realized I completely locked myself into a more twisted relationship path without noticing. One run I ended up with a really intimate mutual play scene that felt almost sweet, the next I got something colder and way more humiliating, same two girls, same setting, just slightly different chain of “yes” to her requests. Some of the AI-touched art looks off in tiny places, like fingers fused weird or a stray strand of hair doing impossible gymnastics, and it pulled me out for a second, but then the next frame would hit me with Asuna’s face glazed and eyes rolled up, full ahegao, and honestly my brain just shut up and let it happen. Perfect for those shameless “five minutes in the bathroom with Chrome incognito and headphones half in” kind of sessions.

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You wander into this little bar scene, kind of basic at first glance, and there she is at the counter: this cute girl who looks familiar in a way that itches at the back of your brain. Not some overdesigned hentai goddess, more like that one girl you always notice in the same Discord server, then suddenly realize you’ve seen her avatar everywhere. She’s clearly bothered by something, kind of lost in her own head, and the whole game basically pushes you into that “ok, I’m gonna talk to her or I’ll regret it forever” moment. From there it turns into this weirdly comfy mix of small talk, teasing, and slowly turning everything way hornier than it has any right to be. At the start her body looks pretty normal, on the busty side but nothing insane, and you’re just chatting, picking options, trying not to sound like a total creep. Then week by week, your little bar hangouts shift from “hey, how was your day” to “wait, were her tits that big last time?” and your brain is trying to focus on her problems, but your eyes are just screaming. Her chest swells, her ass fills out, clothes start losing their battle. The game kind of leans into that “oh god, it’s still growing” energy, and if you are into that, yeah, it absolutely scratches it.

There is this nice bullshit-free quality to it. No 40 systems stacked on top of each other like a gacha hell; you just go on weekly meets, watch her body change, nudge her personality, flirt harder, hit those horny choices and slowly push things from shy bar conversations to straight-up filthy stuff. One minute you are comforting her about how weird her body feels, next minute you’re watching her squeeze her own tits that clearly do not fit in that top anymore, and the writing does not shy away from the messy parts. There is cum, there is rougher stuff once you get her there, and when you finally push it to sex, it is not some gentle lovey dovey thing, it’s very “I’ve been staring at these massive boobs and ass for weeks and now I’m just going to fuck you like I mean it.” When the release hits, the game actually lets it feel heavy and sticky, like you painted her with it, instead of just one lame little line of text. But yeah, it is short. Like, almost annoyingly short right now. You get into the groove, her curves finally go from “big” to “cartoonishly huge” and then scene, credits, thanks for playing. Some choices feel like they will matter a lot more than they actually do, and you can kind of tell this is early build stuff. I kept waiting for her wardrobe to react more to the body changes too, not just “slightly tighter version of same outfit”, but the game never fully goes wild with that yet and it lowkey bugs me more than it should. Still, for something this new and unpolished, the pacing of the growth is weirdly addictive, like checking the same subreddit every day just to see if someone posted new expansion art. It’s raunchy, it’s clumsy, it knows exactly what fetish it wants to feed, and it doesn’t pretend to be anything deeper. You meet a troubled girl at a bar, watch her tits and ass blow up over time, talk her through it, then absolutely ruin her with sex. Honestly, that’s the whole charm.