You start as this dude who crawls out of a pretty calm orphanage life and then finds out his dead dad basically owned the horniest pharma company on earth. Pharm is out here cooking a miracle drug that doesn’t cure shit, it just turns people into obedient little sex addicts, and your lovely stepmom Lucy is using it like her personal remote control. She’s a proper dominatrix in everything but the costume, smiling while she ruins people. The game opens with that “oh, this family is rich and fucked up” vibe, then quietly slaps you in the face with torture, humiliation and that slow, sticky corruption flavor. One minute you’re this soft orphan, next minute everything you care about is chained to Lucy’s little pill bottle.

Then the story skips forward and you come back all grown, trained up, and hot enough to be hired as security in your own family’s mansion. Nobody knows who you really are, except maybe that one cousin who looks at you like she’s already seen your browser history. From there it’s all about sneaking around the house, playing the loyal guard while you’re actually hunting for Pharm secrets, yanking their hidden files, and also… yanking something else in the showers when the tension gets too much. You get these nice quiet scenes where you “accidentally” walk in on Bridgett, your stepsis, half naked and moaning into her pillow, obviously under the drug. Sometimes you help her. Sometimes you just watch. Sometimes you push her a little further, see how far the corruption goes before she breaks, then back off like the gentleman you absolutely are not. There’s romance if you want to pretend you’re a good guy, and full-on harem energy if you stop pretending.

The fun is in how the game lets you choose between being protective and being the devil. You can cradle Bridgett like a princess or choke her while you fuck her stupid and fill her up, her eyes rolling into a perfect ahegao mess while she thanks you like you’re saving her soul. Same with the older women. Lucy might be the boss bitch on paper, but the scenes where you finally turn the tables and make her kneel, drooling around your cock, smeared mascara and religious paintings in the background staring right at you, those hit different. There’s this one route where you use her own drug schedule against her, twisting her “punishments” into training until she’s your toy, her huge tits bouncing while she begs for anal, talking about sin and redemption with your dick still in her throat. The religion bits are more like flavor, like the house pretending to be pure while you’re groping everything that moves. Plenty of masturbation scenes too, like spying on an aunt with a toy buried deep, or the cousin riding a dildo and whispering your fake name like a prayer. It’s messy, horny, sometimes cruel, sometimes weirdly sweet, and every blowjob, creampie, handjob in the hallway just pulls you deeper into this pretty little hell that you’re supposed to fix, but honestly you’ll probably just enjoy ruining.

This one feels like walking into the wrong kind of photoshoot and then deciding, yeah, I’m staying. You start as this young guy with a camera, all nervous energy and soft hands, walking through a fancy-ass modeling agency where every corridor looks too clean, too white, too quiet. And then you hear it: heels on tile, a zipper somewhere behind a half-open door, low voices arguing about “ratios” and “symmetry” like beauty is some kind of math problem instead of a girl with her tits almost falling out of her bra because the stylist “got the wrong size”. Sure. Wrong. You can almost hear Photoshop crying already.

The mood is slow and sticky. Not boring slow, more like that feeling right before a kiss when nobody moves for five seconds too long. Lights hum, cameras click, and these girls move like they practiced being stared at since high school. The game really leans into sound. The soft fabric sliding when a model peels off her dress, that wet little noise when lipstick smears during a rushed blowjob in a storage room that smells like dust and perfume. Your character is supposed to be this “professional” photographer, but then you’re lining up a shot and her skirt rides up just enough to see her panties, and suddenly you’re zooming in a little too far. And the game lets you sit in that. No rush. You watch, you hover, you get caught looking, or sometimes you don’t. That little heartbeat in your ears when you’re sure someone noticed and still nobody says anything. Yeah, that.

It’s not just pretty college girls either. There’s this older model, total milf territory, with that tired smile like she’s seen every angle of every lens already. When she laughs, it’s lower, slower, and when she teases you, it hits different. Her tits aren’t some perfect anime balloons, they feel heavy, like they’d actually rest on your hands if you got lucky. There’s this one scene with her in a dressing room where she’s “helping” you relax after a long day, her hand wrapping around you, stroking with this lazy rhythm while asking about your “artistic vision”, and the only vision you’ve got left is your cum splashing over her manicured fingers. The animation lingers on tiny movements, the way her thumb circles the tip, the slight wet sound as she speeds up, and the whole thing goes on just a bit longer than you expect. It kind of messes with your breathing.

The weird part is how the romance and the freaky lab stuff creep in together. One day you’re shooting a shy schoolgirl type in uniform, catching those stolen moments when she looks away, skirt inching higher as she gets more comfortable, panties a little damp because yeah, she’s into the attention. Next day, you’re overhearing two suits talk in a hallway about “adjusting her proportions” like they’re ordering a coffee. Then you notice her ass looks just a bit rounder on the next shoot, her tits straining the blouse buttons in a way they didn’t before, and she’s blushing harder, rubbing her thighs together when you praise her. It’s hot, but also, you know something’s off. Then you forget you care when she pushes you into a dark classroom, locks the door, and grinds on your lap until you’re buried inside her, her moans echoing off those ugly school walls while the camera, abandoned on a desk, quietly records the whole thing.

And under all the sex, there’s this quiet pressure. Work stress, “deadlines”, people you care about waiting for you while you sneak one more masturbation scene in a dark office, cock in your hand as you watch a model on the monitor stripping slowly, panties sliding down her big ass while lab notes about “beauty optimization” scroll under the video. You tell yourself you’ll check on your loved ones later, after this one more handjob, one more blowjob where the girl looks up with those glossy eyes and your cum spills from her lips in slow, sticky strings. The pacing lets you linger too long on that voyeur stuff. Peeking through a slightly open door, watching a model ride some guy for “chemistry testing”, hearing the slick slap of her wet pussy on his lap while scientists pretend not to look as they write. You want to look away, but you don’t. You lean closer.

Nothing feels rushed. Sometimes it even drags, in this strangely intimate way, like the game knows you’re here to soak in every curve and every small twitch of a body changing, getting “improved”, getting used. A girl you saw plain yesterday walks into the studio today with bigger tits, fuller lips, ass so big her jeans don’t really fit anymore, and the first thing they ask you is to “capture her evolution”. So of course you do. You take photo after photo while she shifts, shy and horny and confused, nipples poking through a too-tight top. And when the photoshoot quietly turns into her on all fours, dripping, asking you to fill her because she “feels different” now, you forget to feel guilty. You just listen to the wet sounds, stare at the cum leaking out of her afterwards, and pretend it’s all still just part of the job.

Whole thing starts pretty normal. You walk out in this kinda shitty neighborhood, cracked sidewalks, ugly parked cars, barking dog on loop, and then suddenly there is her place. Too clean. Too shiny. Big house that just screams “I’m better than you, fuck off.” And yeah, that blonde. Perfect hair, ass like somebody sculpted it in Blender for three days, tits that do not belong on this street at all. Game throws you straight into that feeling: you are broke, bored, horny, and this rich princess just dropped in like a challenge.

What I really liked is how it makes you feel like a creep but also kinda proud of it. You start simple, just spying from the window, phone in your hand, hoping your recording app will pick up something good. She moves around inside in these tiny shorts that ride up every time she bends over, and the sound design actually sells it. You hear the soft slap of bare feet on the floorboards, the clink of her wine glass, this little annoyed sigh she does when her laptop doesn’t load. Super small detail, but after a while you start to know her sounds the way you know your favorite porn performer’s moans. Not gonna lie, one of my favorite bits is when you catch her late at night on the couch, hand sliding inside her panties, those wet finger sounds are filthy and way louder than they should realistically be, but I am not complaining. Or maybe I am. Sometimes it’s so loud it feels like her pussy has its own microphone and compressor. Still hot though.

The game slowly pushes you from casual peeping into real scumbag territory. You follow her, dig through her trash, snap pics, listen under doors. There is one scene where she falls asleep on top of the covers, those massive tits half out, and you get the “you could leave… or you could touch” moment. And when you do not leave, the audio goes from gentle breathing to these tiny sleep-gasps when your hand slides under her. That half-awake, confused whimper when she squirms but doesn’t fully wake up? Nasty in the exact way people who search for this kind of game want. I kinda hated myself and still replayed it three times.

Besides her, there is the older neighbor with thick thighs and that soft “I’m pretending I don’t like this” voice. She talks through the wall sometimes, arguing on the phone, and the echo effect is actually better than some big studio games I worked with. But then in a different scene, the moans sound weirdly dry, like recorded in a closet on a cheap USB mic. Quality jumps around a bit, like the dev had two different recordists and one of them was in a hurry. Also the lip sync on the blowjob scene is slightly off, which is funny because the slurping audio is insane. Wet, messy, borderline cartoonish, like her mouth is a washing machine full of spit. Completely unrealistic, totally effective.

There is also this whole investigation vibe, where you poke into her secret, figure out why someone with that much money and attitude decided to live beside a guy who jerks off behind blinds. You unlock new scenes by finding the right clue or catching her at the wrong time. One time I failed a choice and instead of the planned sexy moment, she just shut the door in my face and the only SFX was this sad little door latch click and footsteps fading away. Hurt my soul a bit. But yeah, the best moments are when you corner her with what you know, and she goes from arrogant to scared to horny in like three lines. Voice acting tries to sell that and sometimes nails it, sometimes it sounds like she is reading a grocery list about getting blackmailed into being your personal toy. I wish they redid a couple lines, but they probably won’t.

Anyway, if you like being the sneaky asshole on the wrong side of the law, sneaking around, listening at vents, jerking off while your new neighbor moans your name without admitting she wants you, this thing definitely knows what it is doing. Even when it kinda fucks up, it still feels dirty in a good way. Just don’t expect to feel like a hero. You are the perv with a hard cock, a cheap phone full of compromising pics, and a rich girl next door who really should have picked another street.

Lockdown Incest Simulator. Yeah, that's the actual name. My leaderboard brain sees that and immediately starts calculating the degeneracy per pixel ratio. It's off the charts. You're Ian, some dude living with his mom and sisters who apparently just exist to verbally shred you. Then the state, in its infinite wisdom, decides to legalize incest right as another lockdown hits. The setup is so blunt it wraps back around to being hilarious.

The art is... look, it's deliberately rough. Like someone learned to draw yesterday and their first project was a MILF with tits bigger than her head. Mom's model has this permanent thousand-yard stare that makes every scene feel like she's dissociating, which honestly adds to the weird humiliation vibe. The sisters are these pixelated gremlins who oscillate between calling you pathetic and, well, the other thing. The sandbox structure means you just click around the house triggering events, and the "male domination" path is basically a power fantasy for people who've never had a real conversation. You can also go full femdom and become the family's little footstool. The trap tag is there too, one of the sisters isn't what you'd expect, and the game handles it with all the subtlety of a brick through a window.

The mobile port is a disaster. Buttons overlap, text runs off screen, and I swear the "masturbation" minigame is just a test of patience against unresponsive hitboxes. I spent ten minutes trying to align a single tap. Ten minutes. And the humor? It's accidental. The writing is so earnest about its absurd premise that you can't help but laugh when Mom gives a deadpan monologue about the new family laws while her character model clips through the kitchen table. I wish there was more actual sandbox, more reactivity, but it's basically a linear clicker with extra steps. The incest theme is the whole point, no dancing around it, and the game's complete lack of polish somehow makes it more memorable than half the shiny 3D titles I've ranked this month.

It hits different when a school VN actually feels like a horny gossip thread you’d read at work while pretending to answer Slack. Diamond Memories starts like harmless slice of life, four girls, new school year, uniforms, club crap, all that safe stuff. Then slowly your choices start poking at them, like you’re peeling the cover off their brains and finding out what kind of freak is hiding inside each one. It doesn’t jump straight into hardcore, it flirts with you. Long teasing chats, small gropes in crowded halls, “accidental” boob presses on the train, that kind of thing. But once the corruption paths kick in, yeah, suddenly that innocent school corridor becomes a place where a girl with big tits is giving a quick, messy titfuck behind a vending machine while pretending she’s on a phone call with her class rep. And the game doesn’t even pretend it’s tasteful. It laughs at itself a lot, drops dumb jokes in the middle of pretty nasty scenes, like the dev is in the room going “lol you wanted this, don’t look at me.”

The multiple protagonist thing is where it goes from “oh nice porn” to “ok wait, I kinda care about this messy soap opera”. You jump POV and one moment you’re the loser watching his crush flirt with a teacher, next moment you’re literally that teacher deciding if you want to “help” her raise her grades by making her practice oral under the desk. Or you’re the girl herself, trying to stay “pure” while your horny curiosity keeps unlocking more scenes, like letting that older guy grope you on the bus just because your friend bragged about trying prostitution for “easy money”. Then later the POV shifts and you see the fallout when her boyfriend finds flirty messages on her phone, and yeah, the netorare hits hard because now you know both sides. The funniest thing is sometimes the game plays NTR like tragedy, other times it treats cheating like a meme, with stupid humor and edgy banter while someone’s getting railed by two guys of totally different skin color in a cheap love hotel. I said funniest, but actually it kind of hurts. In a good way. Mostly.

What caught me was how the erotic tension comes from tiny decisions that don’t look important at all. You choose a casual line in a chat app with one girl and ten scenes later she’s in a dark classroom after club, asking if it’s “normal” to get horny from watching interracial porn on her phone, fingers inside her panties, and you realize the path started with some dumb flirty emoji you sent. Or you tell another girl to lighten up about money and suddenly she’s doing soft prostitution “just once” with a group of guys, laughing it off while they take turns going raw in her pussy because she “forgot” the condoms. The group sex scenes get wild, but what stuck in my head is that one stupid background detail: the cheap paper cup of convenience store coffee on the bed table never moves, no matter how hard they slam into her. I kept staring at the damn cup thinking “who put that there?” and now I lowkey hate it and I’m still thinking about that cup instead of the cum on her tits. The AI-style CG sometimes looks weird, fingers a bit off, nipples sometimes too shiny, but the way the game uses those images with humor and dirty talk and POV swaps makes it feel like drunk memories stitched together, not a clean porn gallery. One route will have you lovingly kissing a girl’s thighs and making her cum just from slow masturbation guidance, next route you’re watching another girl get used like a toy by her best friend’s dad while she’s still wearing half her school uniform and laughing nervously, and the game acts like both are equally normal. It’s awkward, arousing, occasionally stupid, occasionally kind of mean, and there were at least three scenes where I just sat there, phone in hand, thinking “ok this is fucked up” while clicking to see the next line anyway.

I keep thinking about the character creator. Not because it's good, it's actually pretty barebones, but because of what happened after. Woke up naked on some ship, no memories, standard amnesia opener, fine. Spent twenty minutes tweaking my guy's face and body, gave him this tired dilf energy, salt and pepper hair, the works. Then the first alien I meet, this tall blue thing with too many eyes, just... reaches down and starts stroking me. No warning. No dialogue option to stop it. My carefully crafted middle aged protagonist just stood there getting a hand job from a stranger while I stared at the text box wondering if this was a bug or the whole point.

The game's still being written, the dev says the ending is planned but everything else is up for grabs, which explains a lot. One minute you're doing diplomatic negotiations with some insectoid race, the next you're bent over a console getting fucked by three of them while the text describes your character's first time taking it anally in excruciating detail. There's this whole corruption system I think? Your choices matter supposedly but honestly I just kept picking the most unhinged options to see what happened. Got my guy lactating somehow. Don't ask me how, the science isn't exactly rigorous. Something about alien hormones. The lactation just... kept being relevant. Multiple scenes. I wish the game would remember that I set his dick size to something specific because it keeps describing it differently and that's driving me insane in a way the gangbang with the lizard people did not.

The futa content caught me off guard. Not tagged prominently enough if you ask me, which nobody did. There I am, thinking I'm about to dom this cute alien twink, and suddenly she's got more going on downstairs than my protagonist does and the power dynamic flips completely. The humiliation writing is actually decent when it wants to be, there's this one scene where you're made to crawl on all fours wearing some kind of alien sex toy harness and the text just lingers on the shame of it, the wet sounds, the way the other characters barely acknowledge you as a person anymore. Then two scenes later you're giving a speech about interspecies diplomacy and everyone's acting normal. The tonal whiplash is something else. Reminds me of that old CoC forum quest except somehow less coherent. The interracial stuff is everywhere obviously, it's a space game, but the way it handles the breeding kink with the different species is... look, if you're into creampies and oviposition and weird alien biology, this thing has you covered. Just don't expect it to make sense. I still don't know what the conspiracy is about. Something about my character's past? There was a data log I was supposed to read but I got distracted by a scene where my guy was getting groped in a crowded alien market and the text spent three paragraphs on the sensation of strange hands on his chest and the wet spot spreading on his pants. Priorities, you know?

Ariana feels like that quiet girl in class who sits in the back, hoodie up, pretending the world doesn’t exist, but the world in this game keeps pulling her clothes off bit by bit. The whole thing starts so small it almost feels innocent: her just trying to go about her day, scrolling on her phone, pretending she doesn’t notice how her mom bends over the kitchen counter, or how her sister walks around in panties that don’t even try to hide her ass. It’s that slow, itchy kind of tension where nothing “big” is happening yet, but you’re already half hard because you can tell exactly where the dev wants to drag her. She doesn’t just flip from shy to sex freak in one click, and I like that… even if sometimes the game pushes her a little fast, like the corruption slider gets yanked when it should be nudged. One second she’s blushing when someone brushes her hand, and the next she’s letting fingers wander under her clothes on the couch while the TV is on. It’s hot, but I kinda wanted one more scene of her squirming and saying no in that weak, not-really-no way.

Voice-wise, or “voice” in quotes, since there is no full VA, I still heard her in my head, if that makes sense. When Ariana starts touching herself alone in her room, phone screen lighting up her face, that inner monologue feels like a quiet whisper in your ear. She’s not some overconfident porn girl moaning like a pro. She’s nervous, trying not to breathe too loud, biting her lip while her mom moves around in the hallway. That’s the stuff that stuck with me. The game loves teasing, sometimes too much, like it almost trolls you with how often hands stop right before the good part, or how a scene cuts right after a grope, but when it actually goes full-on, it doesn’t hold back. Vaginal, anal, toys, lesbian stuff with her sister, futa surprises, even the fucked up family and beast stuff, it just keeps stacking on top of each other like the dev checked every taboo box and smiled. There’s this one moment where she’s riding a toy, trying to stay quiet, and someone opens the door, and she freezes, toy still buried inside her, and that image kinda branded itself in my head more than the straight up hardcore scenes. It’s messy and wrong and way too much, but that’s exactly the point, right?

What I kept noticing, maybe because I’m a voice nerd, is how easy it would be to give these scenes proper sound. You can almost hear it without audio: the breath hitch when her mom’s hand “accidentally” slides over her tits while helping her change, the fake casual tone when her sister offers to “teach her” how to make herself feel good, the way Ariana would go from that tiny, shaky “uhm…” to a broken, whiny moan once she finally lets go and stops pretending she doesn’t like being used. The game has this casual free-use vibe at times, where people just take what they want from her body like it’s normal, and nobody even bothers asking, and she just melts into it, which is fucked and hot and a bit scary in a good way. Then it flips and throws in some female domination where she’s the one grinding on another girl’s face or pushing toys inside someone else, and I like that confusion. It doesn’t care about making her “pure” or consistent. She can be victim and predator, horny sub and cruel tease, all in the same afternoon. I wish the text had a bit more sound description in some scenes, more little notes like “her voice cracks on that word” or “she can barely say his name”, but it’s fine. The real hook is that she starts as this quiet, almost invisible girl and ends up letting everyone and everything use her, including stuff that really should stay on the wrong side of fantasy, and the game doesn’t apologize for any of it.

You start as this broke psychology student who basically speedruns failure: no job, no place to stay, no girl, just a suitcase of bad choices and a degree that does nothing. So you crawl back to your mom’s house, which would be depressing if your mom wasn’t a thick, soft, curvy nurse who looks like she escaped from a porn thumbnail by mistake. She’s caring, kind, always busy, and every time she bends over in those tight clothes you remember why Freud should not be taken lightly. Then there are the sisters. The older one is full goth attitude, stacked in the front, absurdly round in the back, with those long black nails that look like they could hurt in the nicest way. She acts like she hates you, like you’re trash under her boots, and of course that only makes it hotter when the game slowly lets you push into that hate, twist it, make it something else. The younger one is all pink and sugar and wide eyes, way too sweet for the filthy shit the game wants you to think about when she leans in close asking for help, her tiny boobs pressed against you, licking a lollipop like a hentai cliché that somehow still works.

The hook is the hypnotherapist. Mom introduces you to this local therapist friend, and because you studied psychology, you end up as her assistant. At first it feels kinda legit: you sit in her office, watch her work with clients, listen to them talk about their problems, see her drop them into trance, repeating phrases in that soft tone. Then after some sessions, something shifts. The game lets you notice how easy it is to steer their thoughts, how a simple suggestion can change behavior, unlock hidden kinks, or break resistance. There is a very particular moment where you’re left alone with one of the patients, she is half under already, and the UI just gives you the option to push deeper or be a good boy. That’s where the whole corruption thing really hits you. This is not just clicking through sex scenes. It’s deciding if you’re going to untie someone’s sense of self and rebuild it in your shape. The same tools that heal are used to turn your mom into your devoted slut, your goth sister into a mindbroken anal toy or a reluctant romantic, your sweet little sister into a creampie addicted doll who squirts on command, or something a bit less monstrous if you want. There is voyeurism everywhere: doors left half open, bathroom scenes where you watch them masturbate, late night sleep sex temptation, the option to slide your hand into panties while they breathe slow and helpless, or shove a toy inside them under hypnosis, teach them that “relaxing” means opening their mouth for deepthroat or spreading their big ass. The game does not blush about race either; there are ebony bodies, interracial setups, a harem angle where every woman in the house and outside slowly or suddenly or violently becomes yours, and if you like to play the male domination route, the writing really leans into calling them slaves, pets, obedient property that still somehow talk back and feel like people, not just dolls. It’s dirty, kind of morally fucked, sometimes oddly romantic, sometimes just pure filth, like when you force a titfuck session in the clinic office between appointments, or when a character you cared about is kneeling, dripping with cum, thanking you for controlling her mind. I kept thinking about whether consent that is created by hypnosis is any consent at all, and then the game would throw another creamy anal scene or a squirt-soaked blowjob at me and my brain went quiet. That conflict between ethics class and porn brain is basically the whole experience.

Heroic fantasy on the surface, total filthy mindgame underneath. You’re this “loyal” ally tagging along with the classic chosen Hero and his cute little party, all shiny ideals and talk about saving the world from the Demon King. Except you’re not loyal at all. You’re the Demon King’s spy, smiling in their faces while planning how to wreck them from the inside, and most of that wrecking happens in beds, tents, baths and random shady dungeons where clothes keep magically falling off. Every time the Hero makes some noble speech, all you’re thinking is which girl you’re corrupting next, whose ass you’re going to leave shaking, and who you’ll turn into your little plaything that still calls you “senpai” or “comrade” like nothing is wrong.

The party looks normal at first. You got the big titty milf healer who pretends to be holy but moans like a slut once you get a hand under that robe, a proper princess-type swordswoman who starts pure and slowly turns into your anal-obsessed toy, that shy virgin mage whose ahegao the game milks hard with internal views when you finally snap her, and of course the “loyal” male companions who you can blackmail, humiliate, or just straight up break into sissy traps if you lean into corruption. Sometimes the game lets you go soft, tease them, give them some romance, even act like you actually care, then two scenes later you’re forcing them into group sex in front of the Hero while they cry and cum at the same time. There are moments where you’re using sex toys on a blindfolded elf while the Hero is literally on the other side of the curtain, clueless, and you’re just there thinking, yeah bro, I’m saving the world, sure. Trainer vibes hit hard: you keep “raising” their affection, then flipping it into perversion, pushing from handjob to titfuck to multiple penetration, tossing in voyeurism when you drag someone outside the campfire and let the monsters watch, or worse, join.

What really got me is how it keeps giving you small choices that feel like nothing, then later you’re locked into some wild shit. You tell the milf healer one dirty joke early on? Much later she’s begging you for your cock while lactating over the Hero’s passed-out body, and you decide if you creampie her there or use her mouth while she tries not to wake him. You “accidentally” walk in on the mage masturbating one time? That becomes a full blackmail route where you make her service the whole party in secret, with spanking, groping, and public exhibition scenes where she’s trying to cast spells while dripping your cum inside her. Even the swinging stuff gets nasty: one path has you offering your own harem to the Demon side in exchange for more power, watching lesbian and gay side scenes spiral while you sit back and control who gets whose ass. Sometimes you’ll even get checked by a strong female dom monster girl who turns the tables, straps you down, rides you, makes you shoot all over her big ass while she humiliates you and laughs about how weak humans are. One run you’re this smug male dom corrupting everyone, another run you’re getting pegged by a trap you “trained” wrong. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s unfair in a fun way. Best advice? Don’t try to play morally, that path just feels like lying to yourself. Push the corruption, lean into the cheating and netori, save often before big choices, and if the game asks “Do you want to go further?” always hit yes and see whose soul and pussy you’re about to break next.