Danny McCroy feels like that dude you see in a bar on a Tuesday afternoon, a little too confident, a little too horny, and somehow the universe keeps putting wet, messy situations in his lap. The game throws you into his skin and just lets you stumble from one filthy encounter to another with barely any attempt to pretend this is “wholesome romance”. You get a bit of story, some light plot about his life, but honestly it’s just scaffolding so he can end up face-first between someone’s thighs or buried in a thick ass that probably defies physics. I kinda respect that. It’s like the dev looked at subtlety and just said “nah, we’re here to make your dick do the thinking”. You click through dialog, tease a bit, pick some horny options, and suddenly he’s got his tongue in places and his hands in places and occasionally both at once. When the first scene where he actually goes down on her happened, the build up was just enough to make it feel earned, but not so long that I opened Twitter from boredom. Good balance, for someone clearly very focused on holes.

What surprised me most is how unashamedly the game treats older women. The MILF in here isn’t just a side dish, she walks into the room and everything kind of rearranges itself around her tits and her ass like gravity got confused. She’s not written like some fragile mom fantasy either. She’s bossy, a bit mean, and when Danny finally gets between her legs, it feels like he’s working for it, tongue doing overtime while she pulls his hair like a handle. The scene where she makes him focus on her first, riding his face and grinding till he’s basically suffocating in pussy, was way better than I expected. Then later, when she casually reaches for a toy from the bedside drawer like she’s done this a thousand times, and tells him to keep going while she fills herself even deeper, that’s the moment I sort of forgot I was “reviewing” anything. The pacing there hits that sweet spot where you’re half annoyed by how long she teases and then suddenly he’s stretching her with his hand, knuckles disappearing, and you just think, yeah, that escalated nicely.

The game does have this thing where it really wants Danny to be a universal key that fits every lock. Younger girl, older woman, tight body, big tits, asian beauty with that careful makeup and soft voice that hides a real nasty side once she spreads her legs. He somehow always has the same cocky grin, whether he’s licking slow up a slit, tongue circling the clit, or he’s pushing in from behind and staring at the way her ass bounces when he slams her. There’s an anal scene where she pretends to resist at first, just a little, then that first moment when he pushes past and her face shifts from “no way” to “oh fuck” is honestly the best expression work in the whole thing. I wish they had that level of attention on every scene, but then there are moments where dialog feels like it was written in a rush, like a bad porn title got turned into a line. Still, when he’s got a toy buzzing on her clit while he fucks her from behind, watching her tits sway and her ass shake, it all sort of melts together into this messy, dirty, low-class kind of hot. It’s not elegant. It’s not trying to be. It’s like Danny’s whole world is just mouths, tits, asses, and holes to fill, and honestly, sometimes that’s enough.

This one starts like some horny Erasmus fantasy that went completely off the rails. You’re this Italian guy dumped in Japan, and the whole thing leans hard into the “foreign dude in a place where he shouldn’t be this cocky” vibe. He’s not some shy herbivore either, more like a walking Roman ego with a nice accent and way too much confidence for his own good. The game really pushes that feeling that he’s hunting, not waiting. Every time you think he’ll back off from a married woman, or a woman clearly too mature for his level, he just… doesn’t. He treats every new apartment, workplace corridor, and tiny Tokyo side street like it’s some old Roman province that needs to be “conquered”, which sounds cringe, but it actually works because half the time you’re laughing at how far he goes. Then suddenly there’s this scene where the mood switches and the flirting hits way harder than it should, and you catch yourself actually caring if she replies to his late-night message.

The women here are the real reason to stay, obviously. Classic Japanese housewives with that soft, tired face and huge tits that bounce way too much for “just talking in the kitchen”. That older office lady who acts strict at work but melts fast once he starts pushing her buttons. A neat, classy milf in perfect makeup sharing “innocent” tea with the gaijin, then five minutes later she’s pressed up against the hallway wall, whispering that her husband must not know. The cheating stuff is all over the place: wedding rings, family photos on the shelf, husbands working late, that whole guilty-but-still-horny energy. The corruption feels slow in a good way, like you’re watching them slide from “this is inappropriate” to “I need your dick again” across several encounters, not just suddenly flipping a switch. And yeah, the tits are huge, but not just plastic balloons glued on; the game really takes time with how they move when she leans forward to pour coffee or when you push her against the couch and her blouse struggles to contain anything. Sometimes it’s hot in a quiet way, like a lingering hand on the thigh under the table, sometimes it jumps straight into her riding you while trying not to moan too loud because the kid is sleeping in the next room.

What I actually liked most is that the protagonist is kind of an asshole, but in a charming idiot way. He talks big about “conquest” like some budget Caesar, but half the time it feels like he’s winging it, improvising seduction with half-broken Japanese and raw confidence. It’s not subtle at all, but weirdly that’s the fun part: you know he’s a walking red flag, the women know he’s a walking red flag, and they still put their legs around his waist. Some routes feel a bit too gamey, like the “right” dialogue line is too obvious, and there are moments where a milf falls for him almost too fast. I also hate how one specific scene teases a long, slow build-up in the bath and then just cuts the foreplay short when it was finally getting really filthy. But then the next time you’re back in that same bathroom, she’s the one reaching for him first, her face red, water dripping down those massive breasts, muttering that she “can’t stop now” even if her husband is in the living room. It’s that kind of cycle: small frustrations here and there, and then a single scene that hits your specific kink so hard you forget to complain. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s very “gaijin ruins nice Japanese households with his cock” and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

Ayako wakes up in a body that still remembers how to fight, how to fuck, how to obey certain voices in her head, but not who she really is. That is basically the opening mood here: this weird mix of horny confusion, old myth stuff and a girl who knows she used to be terrifying. The game throws you straight into her fake “normal” life, where she’s stuck in this glossy modern city that feels like a cheap set. She moves through it, clicking on doors, phones, neon-lit streets, and all the time the framing is like some animation storyboard that never got finished. Camera angles hold a bit too long, some cuts feel slightly off, like the editor went for a smoke and never came back. Honestly, I kind of like that. There is this rough timing in the cutscenes that makes Ayako’s blank stare feel more broken than sexy at first, and then suddenly the scene shifts and she’s on her knees, mouth open, because someone whispered the right phrase and that “hunter” instinct is now just a puppet string. The whole oral stuff is framed almost like ritual sometimes: slow shots of her lips, lingering on spit and tongue, like the camera is trying to remember something at the same time as her.

The lesbian tension is not subtle, and that is good. When Yumi shows up, she has this soft, almost gamer-girl vibe at first, but the way the shots linger on hands, thigh touches, that slow press of bodies when they think they’re alone, it feels like the animator is low‑key obsessed with girls grinding on each other. There is one scene where Ayako is supposed to focus on some mythological clue, some symbol tied to old Asian underworld lore, but instead the framing just keeps going back to her fingers twitching near her own pussy as Yumi talks, like her body is answering a different question. She ends up masturbating in a small side room while a demon voice in her head feeds her flashes of past battles mixed with images of Yumi’s tongue between her legs. The cut is brutal, no smooth build up, it just jumps from quiet mystery to her gasping and fingering herself, thighs shaking. Then back to plot like nothing happened. It’s messy, but it feels real in this porn-brain way. The mind control angle hits hardest when Rin appears. Rin doesn’t even need to touch her; the voice alone tilts the whole scene. You can see it in the way the camera slightly drops below eye level whenever Rin speaks, giving Ayako this small, almost lost look, then suddenly she’s taking orders, tasting demon essence on her tongue, half in ecstasy, half in terror, and we never really get a clean line between what she chooses and what’s being pushed into her skull. The supernatural stuff is everywhere in the background, glowing symbols, distorted shadows, those brief flashes of Yomi that burn through a frame like a glitch, but your eyes keep ending up on wet lips, shaking legs, two girls clinging to each other in the dark while something old and hungry watches. It feels less like a nice polished hentai movie and more like opening a horny animator’s rough cut folder where nothing is properly labeled, but everything is way too personal.

In a foreign city dripping with neon and secrets, you’re thrust into a house brimming with shadows and sumptuous temptation, where every tenant hides a craving just for you, as the mundane blurs, nights erupt into feverish rendezvous filled with slick skin, trembling hands, and urgent kisses that leave you breathless. From the confident, experienced matron whose skilled hands coax shivers from your spine, to the shy newcomer whose trembling desire beckons your exploration, every encounter is a lesson in decadence, desires unspoken until fingertips tease, tongues flick, and bodies writhe together in a symphony of need. The air thickens with the scent of sex toys, wet skin, and anticipation as you navigate through whispered invitations and explicit exchanges, each more heated than before. Your own boundaries expand, pushing beyond embarrassment to embrace a world where the exotic and forbidden mix freely - interracial trysts, dominating hands, teasing tongues, and the thrill of being surrounded by a harem of eager bodies. The journey is as much about self-discovery as it is about connection - traveling through waves of passion, learning to read every hint and sigh, each thrust and caress. Here, amidst the labyrinth of humanity and lust, you carve out a place that’s yours, burning bright with the promise of endless nights and unforgettable pleasures. In this foreign land, under the watchful, knowing eyes of your enigmatic hostess and the hungry gazes of your companions, you find not only desire but the pulse of life itself - the rush of feeling completely alive in every heated moment.

Surrender to the passionate drama and the simmering tension that fuels every encounter in this house of insatiable desire.