Didn’t think I’d even bother with another “casting couch” parody, but WaifuHub kinda trapped me there for a while. It’s one of those browser things that pretends to be ironic, except it isn’t, or maybe it is, I don’t even know anymore. You play as the guy behind the camera, interviewing all these anime girls you’ve seen a million times before - 2B shows up all confident and stiff, Raphtalia’s nervous like she’s in a real audition, and Lucoa just… well, she’s Lucoa, she doesn’t care what anyone thinks. The voice acting’s weirdly uneven, and sometimes the moans cut out at random, which somehow made it more real? Like catching some clumsy home-recording vibe. But yeah, the animations hit that point between funny and hot. You’ll laugh when Galko starts her self-introduction too seriously and then forgets she’s supposed to be seducing you, and then it hits you - you’re actually into this.

What got me wasn’t even the sex scenes (well, okay, some of them). It’s that stupid fake dialogue right before things go wild. Meiko saying she’s “totally professional” and then two sentences later losing it on camera - it’s dumb but oddly human. I kept noticing small stuff: the sound of sandals scraping, the way hands twitch when the pace changes. The dev probably didn’t plan half of that; it’s just dirty accident magic. Though I swear the skip button hates me - it freezes every other time I touch it. Doesn’t matter though, since you end up watching everything twice anyway. And Cheelai? She breaks the fourth wall once and it ruined me, I laughed so hard I forgot I was supposed to jerk off.

Somewhere around Mitsuki’s scene I caught myself thinking about how strange it is that we build whole universes of desire around characters that started out as jokes for teenage boys. Then I gave up thinking because Mina’s turn came and - yeah. Animation’s rough around the edges, lines are bad, the logic is nonsense, but damn if it doesn’t feel alive in that broken way cheap porn sometimes does. I still can’t figure out why 2B blushes differently depending on the camera angle. Maybe it’s intentional. Probably not. Doesn’t matter.

Jean’s had enough of Klee’s chaos, but this time the little pyro menace isn’t just lighting up barrels - she’s lighting up the whole damn city with scandal. The story kicks off like a prank gone wrong, or right, depending on how you feel about blackmail and dripping wet revenge. You sneak around Mondstadt, catching the prim and proper girls in their “off-duty” moments - Lisa’s moaning over her own experiments, Barbara pretending she’s still pure while her fingers say otherwise, Ayaka blushing so hard it’s like her whole body’s about to melt. The game doesn’t pretend to be classy; it’s messy, horny, and sometimes weirdly funny, like when Fischl starts narrating her own blowjob in third person. I swear I laughed and came at the same time, which is a rare combo.

What makes it work is how the corruption sneaks up on you. It starts playful - Klee teasing Jean with harmless tricks - but then things twist. Voyeurism turns into participation, participation into obsession. There’s this one scene with Yae Miko where she basically toys with the protagonist’s sanity, whispering filth like she’s casting a spell. And then Noelle shows up, trying to act all knightly while she’s literally polishing more than just armor. The transitions between scenes are quick, sometimes too quick, like the devs got distracted mid-edit, but somehow that janky pacing adds charm. It feels raw, like watching someone’s fever dream of Genshin girls losing their morals one by one.

The animations? Rough in spots, but when they hit, they *hit*. Hu Tao’s grin when she’s riding you - it’s unholy. Rosaria’s confession scene made me pause the game just to breathe. Even the quiet moments, like Sucrose trying to explain the “chemical reaction” of arousal while clearly soaked herself, have this strange sincerity. It’s not a polished fantasy; it’s a filthy sandbox where shame doesn’t exist. You don’t play it for art - you play it because you want to see what happens when innocence burns out completely.

In the quiet of her empty home, Amber traced the faded lines of their memories, each one a reminder of how little time he spent by her side. Her mind wandered to fantasies she dared not voice aloud, trapped within four walls that offered only silence and solitude.

At his desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork, he wrestled with guilt and ambition as phone calls blurred into each other. Despite his intentions, he felt powerless against the demands that pulled him farther away each day.

Marcus’s knowing smile sparked a mix of curiosity and danger in Amber as she weighed the consequences of crossing lines she'd never crossed before. Amber’s red curls caught the light as she laughed freely, forgetting the loneliness she harbored just hours ago.

At the same time, Amber wrestled with guilt and exhilaration; both thrilling and terrifying the path she had chosen. Both craving connection yet isolated by their own choices, their worlds spun further apart.

Explore the intertwining perspectives of a woman chasing her sensual dreams, a man entangled by duty, and the seductive stranger offering a taste of forbidden pleasure. Witness the collision of hearts and desires in a story where temptation and commitment hang in a delicate balance.

Prepare for a journey where every choice deepens the stakes, every glance hides secret yearnings, and every touch could change everything.