Satoshi thinks a spooky couples event will fix his boring love life. That alone already tells you this guy is in trouble. He drags Mary and a bunch of other young couples to this “Test of Courage” on some abandoned island, in this old Japanese mansion that feels like a love hotel got possessed by a ghost with a cheating fetish. At first it feels almost goofy: Halloween vibes, dumb costumes, everyone in sexy outfits that would get you banned from Instagram in 3 seconds. Mary’s tits are practically a plot point. Short skirt riding up every time she moves, big ass that camera keeps sticking to, those kind of angles where your phone browser bar just quietly disappears. The game pretends it is about courage and true love, but half the time the “ritual” looks more like a set up for a bukkake scene that forgot to start filming.

The fun of this thing is how it messes with your head while also just throwing raw porn in your face. It plays that classic NTR trick where Satoshi keeps catching glimpses of Mary and the other girls getting way too friendly with the staff. An attendant’s hand sliding over Mary’s thigh in a dark corridor, someone groping Natsuki’s huge boobs in the shadow of a paper wall, a door opening just enough so you see Mary on her knees between two guys, drool on her chin, then it slams shut and Satoshi acts like maybe it was just his imagination. The horror angle is not about ghosts. It is that slow, sticky feeling that your girlfriend is getting wet for other cocks right in front of you, and the island itself kind of pushes everyone to be filthier. There are scenes where Mary gets pinned against a pillar, panties torn aside, big tits bouncing while she takes a rough vaginal pounding and Satoshi just stands there, brain fogged, watching her moan “no” while her hips grind for a deeper creampie. The more the “ritual” progresses, the more she shifts from shy to addicted, going from accidental groping in the hallway, to getting passed around in group sex, riding some random guy with her tongue out, begging for cum inside like that is the only way to save their love. It is ugly, horny, ridiculous and kind of fascinating if you study how NTR keeps recycling the same pain fantasy and people still eat it up on their phones in Incognito mode.

Kanoi Academy looks like one of those fancy anime schools from Pinterest, but right away the whole place feels kinda wrong, in a good “oh shit what did I just click” way. You’re Jin, this completely regular dude who somehow got invited to a place where everyone else is a genius, a prodigy, or at least pretending really hard. And then they throw you into this “Friendship Club”, which sounds cute and harmless until you realize friendship here means awkward flirting in empty classrooms, accidentally getting a face full of tits when someone trips, and talking about trauma right after a blowjob like it’s a normal club activity. One second you’re laughing at some dumb joke about homework, next second there’s a girl with a ridiculous ass grinding on your lap in the club room while you both pretend to be “practicing communication skills”. The game really leans into that school slice of life thing, but twists it just enough so even simple stuff like a walk to the dorms at night feels like it might turn into a horror scene or a handjob behind the bushes. Or both. Somehow both fits this place.

What surprised me is how much it jumps between horny and kinda fucked up without warning. You’ll be joking around with this bubbly girl who loves teasing you, she’s pressing her big soft tits into you, breathing in your ear while you’re trying not to bust in your pants. Then she says something real heavy, like she’s only here because her parents treat her like a project, not a person, and the mood just crashes for a second. Then she drops to her knees in the same scene, opens your fly, and starts sucking you off like it’s stress relief, messy spit on her lips, her eyes getting teary for more than one reason. It’s weirdly hot and sad at the same time. A lot of the sex plays like that: vaginal with slow, deep thrusts where the camera hangs on the way her body shakes, or quick desperate fucking when you’re both half dressed, her skirt pushed up, panties around her thigh, your hands fighting with her huge ass because you can’t grab it all. The 3D style works fine here, sometimes it looks stiff, but there are moments where a character just tilts her head or smirks and it hits way harder than it should. Also, the horror angle pops up when you least expect it: late night hallway, no music, light flickering, you hear something behind you, think it’s ghost shit, and it’s actually a girl you know, standing too close, whispering she’s been “waiting for you” with that smile that says romance on top but some real obsession hiding under it. Then she drags you into an empty room, locks the door, and suddenly your biggest problem is not monsters, it’s whether you can last more than a minute while her mouth works your cock like she practiced on lollipops her whole life. The game keeps doing that, turning horny into creepy, creepy into sweet, sweet into full on fucking in some quiet corner of the campus, like the whole academy is a sandbox of messed up feelings and wet thighs. You’re not really a hero here, just a guy pulling at threads, making choices, getting sucked into everyone’s drama, and somehow that makes every kiss, every joke, every time you slide inside someone and hear that first sharp gasp feel a bit more real than it has any right to.

Game throws you in as this young lieutenant who looks a bit too clean for all the shit he walks into. You’re leading Alpha 1, bunch of rough assholes with guns, armor and attitude, but somehow your cock still gets more screen time than the rifles. It starts serious, bullets flying, people screaming, blood on walls, a hostage situation that actually feels tense, then suddenly the camera is right in some older officer’s cleavage and you kind of forget there are terrorists outside. I was sampling sounds for a moan pack and I swear the first time one of the milfs pushed you against the concrete wall in that bunker hallway, her low breath and the metal clank from her gear rubbing the wall sounded like something from a gritty war drama, just with more tongue. They really mix the uniform kink with the dirty talk. She’s got that tight combat shirt that does nothing to hide her huge tits, and when she rides you on that steel table during “interrogation”, there’s this combination of muffled echo, boots squeaking and skin slapping that legit made me pause Spotify on my phone because I wanted it clean in my headphones.

The sex doesn’t come out of nowhere, but it also kinda does. One moment you’re planning breach routes, the next your commanding officer, a stacked silver-haired milf with this ice queen vibe, is chewing you out for disobeying orders. Then the scene flips and she has you pinned against a locker, hand on your throat, whispering in your ear that you better “prove you deserve that uniform”. Her moans are a little too porn-site-perfect sometimes, like I’ve heard that exact “ahh~” in half the videos on xVideos, but there’s this deep sigh she does when you push inside her the first time, like she’s been holding it in since boot camp. That one is raw. When she’s riding you, the armor pieces knocking against each other make this clicky sound that I actually found hotter than the usual wet squish. Feels like you’re fucking in a real armory, not some clean studio room. And yeah, they go hard with the violence in between, bodies on the ground, blood soaking the dirt, gunshots ringing in the distance while you sneak into some half-destroyed safehouse. It’s weird how fast the tone hops from romance vibes to “I’m gonna sit on your face in full tactical gear” and then back to planning how to get the VIP out alive. It shouldn’t work. Sometimes it really doesn’t. But then there’s this scene inside a transport vehicle, red emergency lights flashing, engine humming low, where one of the older women silently pulls you into her lap, unzips your pants and just starts stroking you in the dark while the rest of the squad pretends not to notice. The audio there is almost quiet, just her breath in your ear and the distant rattle of metal. I kept replaying that one, not even for the visuals. Just that rhythm, that mix of danger and slow, dirty handjob in a humming steel box. Yeah, I kinda hated how rushed some emotional bits felt, but I still went back to those scenes to steal sounds for my own stuff. Priorities, right.

You start out as this total nobody who smells more like a stable than a royal bedroom, and somehow you end up wearing a young noble’s clothes that definitely cost more than your whole miserable life. It feels a bit like borrowing someone’s expensive Steam account and hoping they never log in again. One minute you’re just trying not to starve, next minute you’re sitting at a fancy medieval court pretending you know which spoon to use while your dick is trying to salute every pair of tits in the hall. And there are a lot of tits. Big, soft, gravity-challenging tits stuffed into tight dresses that were clearly not designed by someone thinking about “modesty”.

The game basically throws you into this court full of horny problems. You’ve got sharp-tongued noble ladies, a redhead who looks like she could stab you or ride you, maybe both, blondes whose boobs arrive in the room three seconds before the rest of their body, and that one proper-looking girl who blushes hard when you say something dirty but doesn’t actually walk away. You move scene to scene like a visual novel, picking choices, trying to sound like a real noble while secretly thinking about what those huge asses look like out of the gown. Some scenes are all politics and “my lord, the harvest this, the taxes that”, and then you blink and suddenly the count’s niece is on your lap, breast pressed in your face, asking if all commoners are as “strong” as you. That particular achievement should be called “From Beggar To Boobjob in 5 Dialog Options”.

It looks more like a fantasy porn comic than a game sometimes, with these 3D-style images where the curves are turned up to eleven. The girls have those big round asses that stretch the fabric so much you’re sure the seams are one hip sway away from turning into a live sex show. I kept pausing just to stare at the way the light hits the side of a tit popping out of a corset. Someone clearly spent too long sculpting nipples. Not that I’m complaining. Ok, I’m complaining a bit: there’s this one background that repeats in a couple scenes and every time I noticed the same stupid candle on a table and it pulled my brain out of the moment for half a second. Anyway.

Best moments happen when the game makes you choose between being a smooth fake noble or a greedy bastard. One path, you talk nice, keep your disguise safe, slowly build romance with a girl who actually trusts you. Next path, you go full perv, corner the busty blonde in a quiet corridor, and let the “wrong” choice lead to her on her knees with her dress half off and lipstick smeared across your cock. I liked how a small choice in a boring court talk suddenly unlocks a filthy scene much later. Like, there was this time I backed up a certain lady in a land dispute just because her cleavage distracted me, and much later she “rewarded” my loyalty by riding me in a barn, moaning loud enough the horses probably got jealous. On another run I pissed her off and that whole route just died quietly, which hurt more than it should.

The writing swings between playful flirting and straight-up porn dialogue. One minute you’re talking about alliances between houses, next minute she’s gasping “fill me up, my lord” while her huge breasts bounce in detailed CG. It’s kind of funny how serious the story pretends to be when everybody is just a few lines away from getting railed. And yeah, you do get that sweet “I might actually care about her” romance feeling with some of the girls, right before the scene turns into a sweaty tangle of limbs, cum and messy hair. If you’re the kind of player who tries to see every ending, this thing is like a maze of boobs, choices and save files. My advice: abuse multiple saves like a degenerate archivist, chase every suspicious dialog option that sounds like it might lead behind a locked bedroom door, and never trust a redhead offering you wine while sitting a little too close.