Can’t quite grasp this match, but some of you will definitely get it. All I see is a white screen flashing, sometimes loading, sometimes disappearing. If you click the upper right corner, you’ll move past the landscape scene. Parents have gone on vacation, leaving the perfect chance for unrestrained fun. There’s an insanely cute little sister waiting to be fucked by time itself. Your job? Find the ideal spots to catch her at the right moment. It’s not just about clicking randomly - timing and location matter in this twisted game. The scenes unfold raw and dirty, bouncing between funny and seriously hot moments. Sometimes you lose the screen, sometimes you gain new views, it keeps you guessing. Understanding the current match unlocks fresh encounters and nasty surprises. Don’t hesitate - click around, explore every upper corner and edge of the landscape to reveal secrets. The tension builds with each perfect hit, the imouto reacts with moans and bounces that fuel your desire. This isn’t a smooth ride; it’s messy, unpredictable, and utterly addictive. Ready to lose yourself in this bizarre, sexy holiday with your imouto?.

Luke's got this whole university thing figured out - or at least he thinks he does. This isn't your typical college romance where some awkward freshman stumbles through dating mishaps. Nah, Luke's been through this rodeo before, literally. Time loops, resets, whatever you want to call it - he's lived his first year over and over until he's basically gaming the system. Now he's ready for what he calls "Phase Two," which sounds way more strategic than it probably should be for a guy just trying to get laid.

The whole premise is pretty wild when you think about it. Luke's essentially become a relationship speedrunner, knowing exactly which buttons to push with each girl. There's this maid cafe setup that becomes central to everything - because of course there is. The game throws you into managing relationships with different girls who each have their own specific kinks and fetishes. One minute you're dealing with some vanilla romance situation, next thing you know you're deep in BDSM territory or watching some serious NTR unfold. The variety is honestly overwhelming sometimes. You've got your classic anime parody characters mixed in too - I spotted what looked like Nico Robin and Boa Hancock variants, which feels both nostalgic and weird at the same time.

What gets me is how the game handles the whole "perfect base" concept Luke keeps talking about. It's like he's treating relationships like some kind of RPG stat management, which... honestly isn't that far from reality if we're being real here. The turn-based combat elements feel randomly thrown in, but somehow work with the overall simulator vibe. There's phone interactions, dating mechanics, and this whole corruption progression system that gets pretty intense. The multiple endings thing means you're constantly second-guessing your choices, wondering if you're optimizing for the right fetish path or missing out on some kinky scenario. Luke might have his advantage, but navigating all these relationship dynamics still feels like controlled chaos.

Dorian is stuck in bed, leg in a cast, body useless, phone in his hand. That’s pretty much your whole world at the start. No heroic shit, no big fantasy prophecy, just a guy who can’t move from the waist down fast enough to stop his own life falling apart a few meters away. His wife Claire is supposed to be his angel in a maid outfit, the one bringing meds, food, and those soft tits he remembers fucking in the shower. Instead, she’s half dressed, skirt riding up, always bending over a little too slow when Shad is around. And Shad is always around now, “helping with bills”, staying over, walking around the apartment like he already owns the place. The game just lets you sit there and watch, phone lighting up with group chat messages while you hear them giggle in the next room. It feels like being pinned under a truck and forced to listen to your own sex life being auctioned off.

Most of the action is on that damn phone. Group chat first, the three of you trading jokes, dumb memes, horny teasing that you try to control but never really do. You can reply, stay cool and “mature”, or poke at them, or act needy, and the vibe shifts a little. But no matter what you pick, the tension keeps crawling up. Claire starts posting pics in that cheap maid uniform you picked as a joke during character creation, but somehow her cleavage gets lower every time. At first it’s “haha look I’m cosplaying as your nurse”, and Shad drops the classic “damn bro you’re lucky” line. Later it’s “I’m helping him relax” with a shot where you can clearly see her hand is not on your shoulder, it’s way under the blanket, and the expression on Shad’s reaction emoji tells you everything. There are animated bits where the phone screen shakes a little as you scroll through a chat log full of her pussy shots, her lips around his cock, your own wife riding a dick and sending you the proof like it’s just another funny sticker pack. It’s half voyeur game, half emotional torture device, and the math part of my brain started counting routes like they were failure states.

I kept tracking where the branches split: when you stay polite versus when you blow up, when you flirt back and pretend the whole situation is just some kinky roleplay, when you play the “I don’t care, fuck whoever you want” card and secretly hope she stops. The cheating is not hidden at all, it’s right in front of you, in your chat history, on your gallery, in the moans you hear through the wall when the door is “accidentally” left open. There are scenes where she gives you a lazy handjob while whispering messages to Shad on her phone, her thumb typing over your orgasm. There is a titfuck scene where you can hear through voice messages that she did the same thing to him ten minutes earlier, with more enthusiasm. Sometimes the game lets you choose if you watch the live cam she sends him when she’s on her knees sucking his cock, or if you mute it and stare at the ceiling like a broken robot. I tried both and still felt like shit. It tries to dress itself up as romance sometimes, like you can win her back, but every “maybe we can fix this” moment is followed by another clip of her bouncing on his lap, moaning his name louder than she ever said yours. And yeah, there is a bit of humor, some parody vibe of generic dating sims, like a cursed maid café route that turned into a full harem where you’re the only guy who never gets to actually own anything. But under the jokes, it’s still one long, messy porn chat log where your wife chooses someone else while you sit there, statistics in your head, counting every little choice and still losing her in almost every timeline.

It’s weird how this one got under my skin. I opened *Deck of Hearts* expecting another lazy click‑through with the same recycled bodies, but the writing kept pulling me back. It’s just text and cards, right? Except the cards don’t feel like props - they’re little traps for your decisions. You draw one and suddenly you’re in a room that smells like perfume and bad ideas, staring at a redhead who looks like she knows exactly how far you’ll go before folding. The game doesn’t even try to hide its filth; it leans into it like it’s proud of being shameless. And honestly, good. The MC’s voice is messy, horny, insecure, sometimes cruel, which feels way more real than those perfect hero types.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but the moment the blonde leans over the table, teasing about “luck,” you realize the cards aren’t random at all. They’re judging you. It’s not subtle, but it works. I laughed when I shouldn’t have, mostly because the dialogue feels like something you’d overhear in a bar where everyone’s pretending not to listen. The corruption angle hits harder than expected; it’s slow, sticky, uncomfortable in the best way. I caught myself clicking slower, reading every line twice, like the words might change if I stared long enough. Sometimes they do. Maybe that’s just me projecting.

If there was an award for “Most Unnecessary Grope That Still Made Sense,” this game wins it. The AI CGs look almost too clean for the dirt they’re showing, like someone tried to polish sin. The MILF character - yeah, you’ll know her when she shows up - has this smug smile that makes the whole plot bend around her. I kinda wish the teen character had more agency, but maybe that’s the point: everyone’s trapped in their own deck. Also, whoever wrote the card descriptions must’ve been drunk or a poet. Hard to tell which. Anyway, I closed the tab and immediately reopened it. That probably says enough.