Alan is the kind of main guy who feels like one of those “route you always skip in other games” but here you are stuck in his head, staring at spreadsheets while your brain is somewhere else, mostly in Cristina’s panties. He is not some porn hero, he is nice, a bit boring, and that is why the sex hits harder. When you finally get a scene, it feels like both of you were edging inside this relationship for weeks. The game takes its time, almost too much, to make you care about her voice on the phone, those little messages, the way she sends you a playful photo that is not fully nude but your imagination fills the rest. Then later, when you see her body properly, tits soft but heavy, ass that moves when she breathes, it feels wrong and hot at the same time, because you know exactly who is supposed to be touching her and who is actually touching her.

Cristina is living in another city, always tired from teaching kids, trying to stay loyal, and you can feel her slipping. The first blowjob scene is not the filthiest one visually, but the context makes it dirty as hell. She is on her knees, camera framing her face at first, lips wrapping slow around the shaft while she tries to act like this is not a big deal. You see a small jerk of hesitation in the animation, like her brain saying “stop” for half a second, then she leans in deeper and you get this mix of spit and guilt. It is not just “oh wow, deepthroat”, it is “oh fuck, she is doing this for real and it is not you”. They use the animation to show those micro things: fingers clutching the base, her tongue sliding on the underside, little bobbing motion that becomes more eager. And then she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand like it is some regular thing now. That tiny gesture hit me more than the cum shot. By the way, the cum shot could be thicker, but I am picky with that. Also the sound of the bed is a bit too clean, I kept waiting for a squeak that never came and now it lives in my head.

Blake is the classic “roommate who looks harmless till he is not”, and the game loves to let you sit with him too long on the couch. At first you are like, alright, it is just banter, some teasing, hand on shoulder, this kind of stupid friendly groping moment where his fingers stay on her waist one second more than normal. The AI-made CG stuff actually helps here, faces sometimes look slightly off in a way that kind of fits the vibe, like everybody is pretending nothing is happening while their eyes glitch. There is a scene where Cristina is in casual clothes, no naked skin except a bit of cleavage, and Blake brushes past her in the kitchen, his hand clearly pressing on her ass like “oops, sorry”. You know it is not an oops. She freezes, then laughs it off, and you can almost hear her panties getting damp even if she keeps talking about some boring work story. Later, when she lets him slide his hand under her top and squeeze her tits, nipples already hard and poking through the fabric before he even reaches them, it feels like the kitchen touch was the real start. The game plays a dirty trick on you here: you can click choices that look like they will protect the relationship, but they only delay the fucking, not stop it. One branch I took had her giving Blake a slow handjob under a blanket while talking to Alan on voice call, her arm moving in that tiny loop, his cock pulsing in her fist, her voice just a little shaky while she lies through her teeth. It is cruel, and yeah, I hated it, and yeah, I reloaded the save and did it again. Only thing that annoyed me for real is the texting window: sometimes the font jumps a little and it pulls me out, but I still kept checking those messages like a jealous psycho. Anyway, the game never really lets you feel safe, and that is exactly why every kiss, every grope, every time she parts her lips around a dick that is not yours, gets under your skin and stays there.

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.

You start with this half-dead hotel that looks like it smells of cheap cleaner and old sex, and somehow it becomes this weird little universe where every floor has a different flavor of horny drama. It looks like a normal dating sim at first, like “oh yeah, I’ll just talk to the girls, raise some stats, classic stuff”, and then three scenes later you’re holding a trembling elf maid by the hips while she tries to act all proper and obedient and ends up squirting all over the new bedsheets you saved up to buy. And you’re thinking: ok, I just wanted romance, why is there a menu option for nipple clothespins in the housekeeping budget. But you still click it.

The hotel thing works too well. Everyone is under your roof, so you bump into them doing absolutely everything. You go into a hallway thinking you’re just going to check repairs, and you catch one girl “cleaning” a window with her tits pressed against the glass, tongue out, full ahegao, while someone down in the street could totally see her. It counts as voyeur and exhib stuff at the same time and the game doesn’t even wink at you, it just lets it happen, like yeah, this is just Tuesday here. You can be the pure romance guy and still the world keeps trying to corrupt you. There’s a religious girl praying in one scene, acting shy like a virgin, and later you’re there timing her orgasm denial with your phone while she begs for just one more thrust and you’re like, ok, maybe I’m not “pure” anymore. I kept telling myself I’m avoiding the nastier paths, and two minutes later I’m watching a lactation event where I was only trying to give comfort and suddenly there’s warm milk and a helpless girl calling you “master” in this shaky voice. Total accident. Kind of.

What really got me is how your role shifts without a big “you are a trainer now” sign. One moment you’re like a soft-spoken manager who buys cute maid outfits and simple cosplay ears, the next you’re running what is basically a private bdsm spa on the top floor, where you decide who gets the collar and who just gets spanked until their ass is bright red and they can’t sit in the café. Some girls push you around too, it’s not just male dom. There’s a yandere type that goes from clingy to “if you fuck anyone else I’ll break their legs” energy, and she rides you so hard you legit feel like the slave instead of the trainer. Then later the same night another girl kneels down in the lobby and gives you a slow, careful blowjob like it’s a love letter, and you remember why you came here for romance at all. But then there’s some fucked up family route on the side, anal stuff mixed with “we shouldn’t do this” whispers, a footjob in the laundry room, a titfuck in the elevator when the doors keep almost opening, group sex in a suite where everyone’s moaning your name at once, and somewhere in the middle of that mess you’re still checking income stats on your phone and thinking about upgrade costs like an idiot. The hotel keeps growing, the harem keeps getting bigger, some girls get their breasts reduced while others suddenly swell up like a fantasy elf breeding project, and you’re walking around your own building knowing exactly which room has a girl quietly masturbating, which one hides a camera for your voyeur habit, and which bed has fresh cum drying in the sheets because you didn’t even bother with pulling out after that last creampie. It’s romantic in the trashiest way, and trashy in a way that somehow still feels kind of sweet.

Sunshine Bay feels like the kind of place your dick and your conscience go to fight each other. You start as this junior law guy with a “serious future” and a serious girlfriend, Nicole, who’s hot in that smart professional way, but honestly, once you hit the bay she turns into more of a guilty background tab, like a Chrome window you’re too scared to close. Your sister calls you after years apart, begging you to help her keep her hotel alive, and that hotel is where everything quietly goes to hell. One minute you’re learning the ropes of bookings and handling annoying guests, next minute you’re getting your cock teased by a girl who has no idea she’s about two decisions away from a creampie on the lobby couch. Or she knows. Hard to say. People in this game smile with that “I might suck you off later” look and it works way too well.

The sex is filthy in that slow burn way. It doesn’t just throw you into tits and ass in the first five clicks, it crawls under your skin. You’re chatting with a guest about religion over morning coffee, she crosses her legs, sandal slipping off her heel, and two choices later you’ve got her toes wrapped around your shaft under the table. Footjob with the sound of seagulls in the background, like some cursed ASMR. Another path you’re helping a married milf unpack her bags, and she bends at just the right angle, blouse a bit too loose, tits spilling just enough for your brain to shut down. Titfuck in a half-unpacked room, her whispering that her husband doesn’t touch her like that anymore, and you’re just there trying not to cum too fast because the game lets you drag it out. There’s lesbian tension sneaking around too. One moment you’re catching two female guests kissing in the hallway, soft and careful, and if you play it right it turns into a three way where you’re almost an afterthought while they focus on each other, tongues, fingers, the whole thing dripping in front of you while you stroke yourself like a pathetic fanboy.

The twins are what really mess things up. They show up like sunshine with knives. Cute, playful, that “we finish each other’s sentences and maybe your soul” energy. They flirt as a pair, they tease as a pair, one grabbing your hand while the other presses her body against your back in the pool, their wet hair on your shoulders, asking these fake innocent questions about how “serious” Nicole really is to you. And if you give in, it’s not just one pussy, it’s mirrored chaos in your bed, one riding your face while the other sinks down on your cock, moaning in almost sync, and you just know you’re crossing a line you can’t explain on WhatsApp later. There’s interracial scenes tucked in, like this dark-skinned goddess at the bar who dominates the whole place without even raising her voice, and when you end up in her room she pushes you down and takes control without asking, handjob turning into a rough blowjob, her lips shiny, making you hold back until she decides you earn the creampie. On mobile it hits different, by the way, because you’re sitting there on the couch pretending you’re checking Instagram while the screen is filled with animated mouths on your cock, tongues sliding over the tip, your “moral choices” boiling down to whether you pull out or paint someone’s insides. Your sister keeps trusting you. Nicole keeps sending sweet messages. And you keep clicking that one option you know you shouldn’t, just to see who ends up on their knees next.