The first time I opened it, honestly I laughed. Not because it was bad, just because I didn’t expect Mirko - yeah, the rabbit woman herself - to look *that* good drawn by an AI. Her smirk feels alive, like she knows you’re staring too long. The game pretends to be some kind of therapy simulator, but no one’s here for healing, right? It’s about how far you can push her before she flips roles and starts running the session herself. The sandbox side is half chaos, half gold; one click she’s teasing you like a cat with her tail, the next she’s grabbing control like a pro with way too much stamina. Sometimes I swear the devs trained that AI on pure thirst.

I didn’t love how the pacing jumps around - one moment it’s soft talk and half-naked confession, then suddenly it’s mouth-on-skin, sweat pixel shine, and moaning text boxes so fast you miss the choices. Maybe I’m just slow. The writing has this mix of broken English and perfect filth, kind of charming actually. And the sound? There’s that sloppy, wet Foley noise that you think you hate until, well, you don’t stop clicking replay. I wish the mobile interface didn’t cover the lower text when her thighs move closer to the screen, but maybe that’s part of the tease. Oh, and her laugh - tiny line of pixels and my phone gets hot, coincidence. Probably not.

There’s something about how the game forgets it’s supposed to be a parody halfway through. Like it gets lost in its own hunger, and suddenly you’re not in a comic setting anymore; you’re just there, fingers hovering, wondering what she’ll do next if you press the option that looks too bold. I tried comparing it to other hero-themed smut games but they feel tame now. This one’s dirtier but funny in between, like a drunk confession that turns into a dare. It’s not perfect, nothing close, but there’s a moment where she bites her lip mid-sentence - and for a second, the screen almost feels warm, like she’s right there, breathing, irritated you paused. You’ll see what I mean.

The twi'lek scientist keeps adjusting her glasses with one lekku while the other twitches every time you click the wrong dialogue option. That's the level of detail we're working with here. Shadow of the Clones throws you into Lieutenant Arkay's boots, some Imperial intel officer who gets handed a research station called S.H.A.D.O.W. and told to do "pretty special tasks" for General Orbius. You know the type. The kind of assignment where the orientation manual probably has a section on fraternization policies that everyone ignores.

First thing I did was wander into the wrong lab and ended up in a scene with a monster girl who had more tentacles than sense of personal space. The animation loops are janky, like someone animated them in a hurry between coffee breaks, but there's something almost charming about how unpolished it all feels. The sandbox structure means you'll spend half your time clicking around the station trying to trigger events. Sometimes you'll get a creampie scene with a milf researcher. Sometimes you'll just read three text boxes about Imperial bureaucracy. The RNG gods are fickle bastards.

The parody elements are... aggressive. There's a scene where you're basically doing a titfuck with someone who's clearly supposed to be a certain Jedi master but with blue skin and bigger assets. The male domination stuff gets weirdly specific too, like the dev had a checklist. Anal sex, voyeurism, groping in the hallway while stormtroopers walk past pretending not to notice. The clone wars reference is just window dressing for "what if every female character wanted to bang a mid-tier officer?" And honestly? The teasing mechanic where you have to balance being forward enough to progress but not so aggressive that the scene ends early is actually more engaging than half the actual sex animations. I wish the monster girl content was more varied instead of the same three loop cycles. But that's never getting patched, is it.

I didn’t think I’d stay up staring at a screen this long for a game that made me this uncomfortable, but also… weirdly warm? It’s that kind of discomfort that sticks under your skin, like when you accidentally watch something too personal and can’t stop replaying it in your head. Rika’s expressions are too real, especially the way the animator caught that tiny hesitation before she leans in. The sounds hit harder than I expected - half sweet, half humiliating. It reminded me of when a song you weren’t supposed to like gets stuck in your head, and now you can’t even hum it without feeling exposed. There’s something almost cruel about how the story doesn’t pause for you to catch up emotionally. You just see him - Naoki - watch and crumble, wanting and hating it at the same time.

At first, I thought it was going for cheap shock. Like, yeah yeah, cheating, jealousy, whatever. But the further it went, the more it turned into this slow drowning feeling. The animations don’t rush; they drag your eyes to every tiny twitch. The wife’s body - soft, almost glowing from sweat - feels too human to dismiss as fantasy. I found myself breathing weirdly shallow, as if someone walked in on me even though I was alone. And that moment when he finally accepts what he wants? It’s messy, not triumphant. He doesn’t even look satisfied, which somehow makes it hotter and sadder at the same time. The creampie scene (you’ll know the one) is quiet, like an apology that turns into a moan. I didn’t expect silence to be that loud.

It’s funny, in a way - some people will call it degenerate, and yeah maybe it is, but it’s also strangely kind to its own filth. I deleted my save then reloaded it five minutes later, just to watch one moment again. That look on her face after - tired, proud, wrecked - it doesn’t leave you. Maybe don’t rush it; let it crawl under your skin a bit. That’s where it really lives.

NTR Phone Group feels like reading someone else’s filthy Telegram chat while you’re supposed to be answering work emails. It’s a kinetic visual novel, so you aren’t here for big choices or min-maxing stats. You’re here to sit in Eddie’s head, watch his marriage start clean and warm, then slowly get dragged through porn-level humiliation one tiny phone notification at a time. The whole thing is built around chats, photo drops, and those awful “online” dots that make your stomach twist. You watch Rachel trying to be a good wife, you watch Eddie trying to be a good employee, and you watch everything get quietly poisoned by money problems, stress, and his dick not working when it actually matters. It’s honestly depressing for a second. Then the teasing starts, and suddenly you’re hard and sad at the same time.

As a voice freak, I really felt the lack of full voice acting, but also weirdly liked how intimate it feels when the “voices” are just in your head. The writing gives you these tiny moments where Rachel is texting like a normal horny wife, asking Eddie if he’s going to be home soon, saying she misses his touch, sending slightly spicy selfies. At the same time, you see her tone shifting in other chats. With the boss. Or with someone who definitely doesn’t see her as “poor stressed wife” and more like “fit married woman who can be pushed a bit further every day.” There’s this one scene where Eddie is staring at his phone, jerking off half-heartedly to an old nude Rachel sent months ago, while she’s in a different chat telling someone else she’s “just a little curious” about trying something new. No loud sound effects, no screaming moans, just quiet corruption through messages. It hit way harder than some fake hentai screams on loop. I still wish there were at least some breathy voice lines or soft gasps, like a short audio clip when she’s masturbating or trying to talk dirty for Eddie and failing, but it’s not that kind of game and it never will be, and that kind of pisses me off.

The erotic vibe is slow and evil. It starts as loving romance, like those cheesy couples TikToks, then slowly turns into voyeurism on your own relationship. Eddie becomes this passive observer of his wife’s sexuality, which is such a perfect netorare flavor: he’s still the “official” husband, but you, as the player, are forced to watch how little that title actually means when money, power, and frustration mix together. There’s a group chat scene where Rachel is being “helped” by someone with job advice, but the messages keep getting more personal. She’s asking if her outfit is too sexy, and you get an image where you can see she is clearly fishing for approval. The guy says it’s “borderline, but in a good way,” and Eddie just reacts with a weak thumbs-up emoji. I laughed, then immediately felt gross. That kind of cringe-horny is exactly where this game lives. It’s masturbation fuel, yeah, but also that anxious type, where you keep scrolling because you need to see how far she’ll go, even when you already know she’s going too far.

I thought I’d just play a few minutes before bed, but this thing pulled me in like a drunk conversation that turned way too personal too fast. It’s supposed to be “just” a story about a guy and his old flame, but no, it’s basically a slow, messy striptease of emotions and bad decisions. The art looks too smooth for how dirty the story gets - like someone painted sin with a soft brush. There’s this one scene, halfway through, where she leans too close, and the camera lingers on the mouth - like *way* too long. It’s not porn-level frantic, it’s worse, because it makes you feel complicit. And then suddenly you’re staring at reflections in glass windows, wondering why guilt looks so damn pretty.

The game doesn’t even pretend to give you power, even though you technically “decide.” Every click feels like pushing a domino you didn’t set up. I liked that. Hated it too. The pacing drags in places - like watching smoke curl - but I didn’t skip, not once. There’s this weird rhythm in the dialogue, the way she teases him, like she’s daring him to ruin both of them. And he does. I think I laughed out loud at one of the inner monologues; it sounded like something from an old Tumblr confession post. AI art sometimes makes her skin look too waxy, but other times it’s like the screen’s breathing. That uncanny shift fits the tone better than it should.

And yeah, there’s corruption, plenty. Not in the cartoonish sense - more like emotional mildew. I kept expecting redemption, but the game just shrugs. Even the sex scenes feel like arguments that got physical; you want to look away but don’t. The city hums behind everything, like a third character whispering, “You wanted this.” Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. Either way, it sticks. **Dare to play it alone, or invite company?**

Whole thing feels like somebody mashed a ghost story with a horny visual novel after binge watching too many Halloween TikToks and then forgot to stop. You’re this guy from the Devos family, old money but with the kind of curse that would make a data chart spike every generation in all the wrong places. Your dad basically treats ancestor trauma like homework: “go back to the haunted apartment, talk to the things that go bump, figure out why our bloodline is fucked.” Not therapy, not church, no, just go live with ghosts that may or may not want to suck you off or eat your soul. Sometimes both. In terms of genre metrics it’s like 60% paranormal romance, 25% horror, 15% “why is my dick hard while this thing crawls out of the wall.” And yeah, the game knows exactly what it is, it leans into the Halloween vibe with that slow build, lights flicker, door creaks, then suddenly there’s a monster girl hovering inches from your face asking really personal questions about what you’re into. You pick dialogue options and somehow “I guess I like oral” becomes a binding contract with a horny ghost that tracks you from room to room.

The pacing does this weird rollercoaster thing. One moment you’re creeping through your old hallway, reading about how your great-great-something banged the wrong entity and broke reality, next moment you’re pinned to the couch getting your soul drained through your cock while she whispers creepy sweet nothings like “you taste like Devos.” There’s proper animation on the sex stuff, nothing lazy: hips moving, tongues, that little shiver when you cum inside and the ghost girl just arches and milks every drop like she’s been waiting a century for this specific creampie. Anal pops up less often but when it does, the game really commits, with that slow push, your character’s breath catching, her eyes glowing brighter with each thrust, like every inch deeper is feeding some old hungry thing. Had one scene where a pale monster girl with way too long fingers pressed your head into her lap, started with gentle teasing, then suddenly she’s forcing your cock deeper into her throat, tears in her eyes but smiling, and the camera angle does this intimate close-up that’s way more intense than I expected. Also there’s a femboi entity that shows up like your browser history manifested. Soft voice, slim body, still a dick under the cute panties. You’re trying to interrogate him about the curse, but his tail is sliding under your shirt, and the next dialogue option is basically “keep talking” while you’re already sucking him off against the cold kitchen counter. It’s messy, horny, weirdly emotional in random spots, and every new encounter feels like another node in this cursed family network where romance, fear and sex all sit on top of each other in one chaotic heatmap.

**Mock Award: "Most Ethically Questionable Premise That Somehow Works"**

You know what's fucked up? This game makes you question everything about consent and relationships while you're getting your rocks off. Your girlfriend gets amnesia from a car crash - not just regular memory loss, but the kind where she wakes up every single day forgetting she ever met you. Every. Single. Day. It's like Groundhog Day but with way more moral ambiguity and dick-sucking.

The setup sounds like something a creepy incel would fantasize about, right? Fresh slate every morning, no consequences for being a complete asshole because she won't remember anyway. But here's where it gets weird - the game actually forces you to confront what kind of person you are when nobody's watching. Are you gonna be the nice guy who tries to win her over properly each day? Or are you gonna take advantage of her condition and just... well, you know. The corruption mechanics aren't just about turning her into a slut - they're about corrupting yourself too. Which is honestly more disturbing than any tentacle scene I've ever sat through.

What really messes with your head is how the twin sister subplot plays out. She moves in "to help" but there's this underlying tension where you're wondering if she knows more about the accident than she's letting on. The NTR elements creep in slowly - not the usual "oops I walked in on my girl getting railed" bullshit, but psychological manipulation that makes you paranoid about everyone's motives. The mysterious phone number girl? Yeah, she's trouble with a capital T, but the kind of trouble that makes your dick hard even when your brain's screaming warnings. The voyeurism tag isn't just about peeping - it's about watching your own moral compass spin wildly as you make choices that would horrify you in real life. Honestly can't tell if this game's brilliant or just really good at making me feel like garbage.

You’re the kind of guy everyone else wants to be. Big corner office, city view, phone full of unread Slack and horny DMs, stupidly hot girlfriend who sucks you off just because you had a “stressful day”, and a boss who treats you almost like his pet golden boy. The game starts right in that smug sweet spot, with you feeling untouchable, and then this favor drops on you like a brick in the dick. He doesn’t ask, he basically tells you: help him with his “private problem”. And of course his “problem” walks in with long legs, tight dress, big ass fighting for freedom, tits that don’t know what a bra is, and that kind of fake innocent smile that screams “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

From there it goes from office sim to sexual landmine field really fast. One moment you’re having normal POV breakfast with your girlfriend, she’s teasing you with her tongue on the spoon and pressing those big tits against your arm in that lazy, loving way, kissing your neck, talking about future, maybe kids, and the next you’re watching another woman undress in your living room while you pretend you’re not staring straight at her nipples through that half open blouse. The game loves putting you in those “fuck, I shouldn’t be turned on by this, but I am” moments. Little things: her brushing past you in the hallway, your hand “accidentally” grabbing a handful of ass in the elevator, her sitting too close in the car, your girlfriend calling you on speaker while this other woman is kneeling between your legs under the desk, stroking your cock slow with her soft hand while you try to sound normal. It’s not subtle. It’s messy and horny and feels exactly like a bad decision you keep making anyway.

Sex scenes really lean into POV and that “I’m doing this behind someone’s back” energy. You’ve got groping in dark corners, bathroom blowjob with her staring right into “your” eyes, spit shining your dick before taking it deep, you slapping her ass until she bites her lip and laughs, that kind of playful corruption where she starts shy and ends up riding you with her tongue out, begging for you to fill her up. Creampies are not just a “click to finish” thing, the camera lingers on the slow drip, on her pushing your cum back in with her fingers while she talks about how wrong it is. There’s this one scene where you watch her fuck someone else while you jerk off in the shadows, and the mix of jealousy and voyeurism hits hard, even though earlier you swore you’d never share. And then later you’re the one double dipping, cheating on the girl who literally worships you, promising her romance, then going right back to spanking another woman over a kitchen counter, shoving your cock into her wet pussy while the city lights flash outside like they’re watching too. It feels dirty in that mobile “I should not be playing this in public, but I am swiping anyway” way, like sneaking Pornhub in the bathroom at work. The story pretends it cares about your morals, but every animation, every teasing line, every little corruption choice is just pushing you to see how bad you’re actually willing to be.

This thing plays out like somebody took a cheesy romance drama, spliced it with a porn hub search history, then forgot to add choices. You’re stuck as this guy who is so stupidly devoted to “love” that he keeps slipping into situations where every woman around him somehow ends up half naked, acting like that’s totally normal. It’s a kinetic novel, so you’re not really making decisions, you’re just along for the ride, watching scene after scene of slow burn teasing that pretends to be emotional depth, then suddenly turns into “hey, my mouth is on you now, I guess this is happening.” And it kind of works. The pacing is weird, sometimes too slow, sometimes jumps straight from shy glance to his cock down her throat, but that awkwardness actually feels more real than a lot of polished stuff. I liked that, then I hated it, and then I liked it again five minutes later.

The voyeur angle hits early and never really leaves. You get these moments where he’s “accidentally” watching someone in the shower, or catching her touching herself in the bedroom with the door almost closed but not really, and at first he tries to act shocked, like some innocent dude. Then slowly he just leans into it, hiding in the shadows, watching breasts bounce as she rides a pillow, or seeing her fingers disappear into herself while she whispers his name like she’s afraid of her own voice. You’re not clicking choices, you just see his thoughts spiral from guilt to pure hunger. There is a scene where he’s watching one of the girls suck on a popsicle and the camera stays on her lips way too long, and nothing “sexual” is really happening, but it’s ten times filthier than the actual blowjob a bit later. Though, that blowjob is pretty intense too, with spit running down, her gagging a little, eyes watering, then smiling through it like she’s proud. The transition from oral to sliding her onto his lap is smooth and messy at the same time, and when he pushes deep and fills her, the creampie is shown in that raw “fuck, that’s inside me” way, not just a white splash and fade to black. Still, the game kinda overdoes the big tits and big ass angle. Every woman looks like she escaped from a boob expansion subreddit, which is hot, yeah, but at some point I started wondering if anybody in this universe has a normal back that doesn’t hurt.

What’s funny is how it pretends to be about love, while the guy is collecting women like it’s a harem speedrun on Steam forums. He keeps saying he’ll do anything for love, then five minutes later he’s balls deep in someone else, promising her she’s “special” while thinking about the next girl that might “accidentally” walk in. The 3D-style models are polished enough for the porn shots, especially when you get those close-ups of his cock sliding in and out, lips wrapping around the shaft, or her tongue running from his balls to the tip, but sometimes the emotional scenes feel stiff, like everyone is stuck between two poses. There’s this masturbation part where the girl is on her bed with her phone in one hand, scrolling through messages from him, while her other hand is under her panties. You don’t see everything at first, just her legs tensing, her breath picking up, the phone screen lighting her face while she bites her lip. Then the angle shifts, and suddenly there is full view: fingers slipping in, juices on her thighs, her clit getting this quick desperate attention as she whispers his name. It’s honestly one of the best scenes, and also kind of ridiculous because the background music sounds like generic royalty-free stuff you’d hear in a random YouTube vlog. That mismatch made me laugh, then somehow made the scene feel more intimate, like you walked into someone’s private cam session they didn’t plan to share. Half the time the story pretends to be serious, half the time it feels like a horny fanfic with a budget, but the dirty talk, the little gasps, the way her voice cracks when he finally pushes all the way in and stays there while she tightens around him, those bits hit way harder than they have any right to. Honestly, I kept meaning to stop after “just one more scene” and then suddenly there were three creampies, a very illegal amount of teasing, and a dude who absolutely is not handling “love” in a healthy way, and somehow that was exactly what I wanted from it.