Matsuda looks like that guy you see on LinkedIn who has everything: sharp suit, neat hair, arrogant little smile that says “partner track”. In this game, you slide into his skin and realize pretty fast that all that polished surface hides a man who never actually lived. He sold his youth, his hobbies, his stupid crushes, all of it, just to grind cases and billable hours. Now he finally has the big salary, the fancy apartment, and this seriously gorgeous wife with curves that just make you stop and stare, and that’s exactly where everything starts to rot from the inside. You don’t play a hero here. You play a man who realizes he might be losing the only thing that actually matters, and he notices it when her skirt gets shorter, her lipstick gets darker, and her eyes don’t stay on him anymore.

The whole thing feels quiet at first, like a small crack. She leans over the table and that ass just fills your view, and you get this little text from her: “Going out with friends tonight.” You know that’s nothing, right? Just friends. But the game keeps pushing tiny moments on you. A lingering smell of cheap male cologne when she hugs you. Her phone lighting up, and she turns it face down too fast. She comes home late, hair messed, stockings a bit torn, complaining she’s “tired” and falls straight into bed without letting you touch those ridiculous tits that used to bounce for you on the couch. Audible’s open on your phone but you’re not listening; you’re just staring at her from the hallway wondering who’s making her moan now. You start noticing how the camera loves her body more than it loves yours. Her hips, the soft way her breasts spill out of a half-buttoned shirt, the tiny wet marks that sometimes show on her panties when she thinks you’re not looking. At one point there is this scene where she is standing at the balcony, texting, and the text choices you get are things like “Ask gently” or “Pretend you don’t care”, and whichever you pick, it still feels like your balls are slowly being crushed. Sex still happens, but it’s different. She rides you with her mind somewhere else, biting her lip like she’s replaying something someone else did to her. You can feel every second of that. The game is not shy at all with the physical stuff. You see the way her ass jiggles when another man grabs her, the way she opens her legs in a car seat that is clearly not yours, the detail when she’s finally getting pounded and you’re not even in the room. Sometimes you just sit there, clicking, watching her get her pussy stretched and soaked by someone who doesn’t even know her middle name, and the worst part is how the protagonist still calls her “my wife” like that means anything. The scenes hit harder because they don’t always scream about it; sometimes the most brutal moment is just her walking past you with that freshly fucked glow on her skin, smelling like sweat and sex that is not yours, and you know exactly what she’s been doing without one word being said. It’s mean. It’s hot. It’s miserable. It’s the kind of story that leaves you half hard, half sick, staring at your screen like, “Yeah, I would still forgive her.”

Game hits you right away with that “back home from college, everything’s familiar but completely fucked up now” vibe. You’re the same guy, but your old place is not the same, and mostly it’s because every woman around you decided to grow curves like it’s a competition. The first time you walk through the door, the camera just lingers a bit too long on your tenant bending over the coffee table, and it’s not subtle at all. Big tits hanging in that tight top, ass hugged by leggings, her pretending she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing. The game loves that kind of awkward, horny silence. You click through simple dialogue, nothing fancy, but the timing of the shots does the heavy lifting. You’re just standing there, sharing small talk, while her nipples are basically screaming through the fabric and you’re trying not to stare. Of course you stare.

The whole thing plays like a slow burn that keeps forgetting it’s supposed to be slow. One moment you’re just getting back into the house routine, your “roommate” acting like it’s totally normal to walk around in a towel she’s clearly outgrown, dropping hints and teasing. Next scene, you catch her in the hallway late at night, playing with herself with the door half open like she wants you to see. That voyeur flavor is strong. Camera peeking from the doorway, her hand between her thighs, tits bouncing in these short, looping animations that repeat just long enough to make you feel like a creep for watching and still not clicking ahead. She moans your name way earlier in the story than it should make sense, but it still hits. And in the middle of that, the game throws in those cheap little mobile popups for choices, like you’re answering a WhatsApp message instead of deciding if you walk away or walk in. Of course you don’t walk away. Nobody does.

There’s this one scene on the balcony that kinda sums the whole game up. Tenant in a too-tight dress, city lights behind her, pretending she’s just enjoying the fresh air while leaning forward against the railing, ass sticking out like a porn thumbnail. She starts talking about how she never really moved on while you were gone, how business kept her busy and all that, but the shot just slowly sinks to her cleavage and stays there. Her dress rides up with every small movement and you can see she didn’t bother with panties. She knows you’re looking, and the dialogue lets you play innocent or openly filthy. If you push it, she “accidentally” drops something, bends all the way down, and the animation of you stepping in close behind her is smooth enough that it feels more intimate than it has any right to on a phone screen. Oral gets worked in pretty naturally too, like when she kneels to “help you relax after a stressful day” and keeps eye contact the whole time, spit shining your cock while her huge tits press together and jiggle with every slow stroke. It’s crude and a bit trashy and somehow that’s exactly why it works. By the time your roommate is walking around braless at breakfast, nipples poking through that thin shirt like she forgot what modesty even means, the line between family, tenant, roommate, all that, is just gone. It becomes one long, horny fantasy about coming home and every woman in the house secretly wanting you, watching you, touching themselves because of you, and half the fun is pretending you’re shocked when the next boundary gets crossed.

A shy film nerd walks into Oakheart and pretends he owns the place. That is more or less the whole vibe here. On the surface he is this confident, flirty guy who always has a line ready and never seems bothered, but the game keeps reminding you he is basically hiding behind that act. You are not some musclehead jock, you are the guy who notices camera angles in porn and remembers who framed which shot in some art movie. And the fun part is how the game mixes that with all the heavy sexual content. Most of the erotic scenes feel like little “movies” where you are very aware of where your eyes go: the curve of a huge ass squeezed into a skirt that is absolutely not regulation, the way her tits strain against a blouse when she leans over your desk, small stuff like how her breathing changes when your hand slides under her shirt. It is horny as hell, but also kind of… methodical about it, in a nice way.

The school setting is mostly an excuse to throw you into different “routes” with these girls. One girl treats you like a casual buddy, but then you find her practicing lines alone in a rehearsal room and you can literally choose to stay hidden and watch or step in and talk. I picked voyeur mode first and the game did not hold back. She bends over to pick up her script, skirt lifts, you get a slow animated look at her panties riding up between those cheeks, and the camera just stays there a bit too long. Later when you finally get with her, there is this blowjob scene in a stairwell where her lipstick is already smeared from kissing, and she goes all in, hand wrapped tight around your shaft, drool running down, her head bobbing in this smooth loop that feels like it was made to ruin self control. The animation is actually super expressive, especially when they swallow or gag a little. And at the same time, the game wants you to care about her insecurity about being watched, which is kind of ironic, considering how often you are literally watching her without asking.

Since it is built for mobile, scenes are cut into nice “snack” chunks. Short classes, a quick choice screen, maybe you get a kiss in a quiet corner, maybe you get your cock stroked under the table while pretending to listen to some boring assignment. The leveling is this soft relationship grind: text her on your phone, pick teasing or sweet replies, unlock affection milestones. Sometimes you need enough points with one girl before the game lets you see her more explicit stuff, so you are basically farming romance to earn a new sex scene. I liked that, but at some point I realized I was just spamming every flirty option, not because of character feelings, but because I wanted to see her tits bounce in that next animated loop. There is this one moment where you wake up with a girl in your bed, her huge chest pressed into your side, and you can choose to slide your hand down her stomach slowly, teasing, or just go straight between her legs. I tried both. The slow route gives a really tender vaginal scene with lots of kissing, her legs locking behind your back while you move inside her, and she keeps whispering your name. The direct route turns into a rougher fuck where she clings to the sheets and moans loud enough you start checking your volume like an idiot, hoping no one hears. Sound design really sells it, by the way. Moans are not that generic stock stuff you hear in cheap games; sometimes they crack, sometimes she catches her breath mid sentence. It is pretty hot. There are little things that annoyed me, like how the UI button for skipping sometimes sits right where your thumb naturally rests and you accidentally jump past a teasing line of dialogue you actually wanted to read, but yeah, that is never getting fixed and I keep tapping there anyway. Honestly, the mix of big tits nearly popping out of school uniforms, secret handjobs in quiet halls, interrupted blowjobs in dark corners, and those rare “oh shit, I actually care about her” romance scenes makes the whole thing feel messy in a human way, not clean or perfect, which somehow fits this MC who keeps faking confidence while stuffing his head with sex and lies.

Yui looks like the kind of wife you only see on Reddit threads that are clearly fake. Super sweet, big soft ass that keeps stealing camera focus, totally loyal, obsessed with her wedding dress job and also with you. The game really leans into that. Early on you’re just vibing in your tiny apartment, she’s measuring lace, you’re scrolling on your phone like a useless husband, and it actually feels boring in a nice way. That boring feeling is important, because when the corruption starts it hits harder. One moment she’s talking about veil fabrics, next moment her phone lights up with “Kuroda” and the whole mood drops like your battery at 5% with no charger. I liked that shift. Felt a bit too real. I literally paused the game to check Telegram while she was panicking, lol.

Kuroda is such a walking red flag that if he was on Tinder the app would soft‑ban him. Drug mess, manipulative, and the story keeps pretending “he’s still family” like that fixes anything. Watching Yui try to defend him is painful and hot at the same time, which makes me sound terrible, but here we are. The corruption is mostly emotional at first. Small lies. Late returns home. Her eyes looking away a little too quick. There is this one scene where she comes back from “helping him” and she’s still in her nice dress, but her lipstick is smudged just enough. Not obvious, but if you ever used Google Photos zoom you can’t unsee it. You can choose to confront her or act like a doormat. I tried both. Honestly, neither path makes you feel like a hero. Which is good. Or bad. Depends on how much you enjoy self‑insert suffering. There is romance mixed in, not some flowers and chocolate thing, more like those quiet moments when she sits on your lap, apologizing, and you know she’s hiding shit, yet you still grab her hips because that ass is ridiculous. The humiliation is slow burn: tiny cracks in trust, neighbors maybe hearing things through the wall, your line messages left on “read” while she “works late”. Sex scenes reward you, but they also kind of punish you. When the AI art goes extra on her curves while the text reminds you she might have been touched by someone else half an hour ago, your dick and your ethics go into open conflict.

On phone it runs smooth enough, though the UI sometimes hides buttons behind my stupid fat thumb and I got stuck in a menu once and rage‑tapped like an idiot. The simulator feeling comes from all the routine: chat logs, little money choices, scheduling when she visits Kuroda again. I wish there were more small domestic moments, like brushing teeth together, but instead you get repeated CG angles and that one underwear set that appears so often it should have its own Twitter account. Also the auto mode is too fast and too slow at the same time, somehow. What I really liked is how it plays with cheating. It’s not just “she cheats, you cry, game over”. It keeps asking how much you participate in her fall. Do you push her toward “helping” him because you’re naive, or because you secretly want to see how far she goes? There’s one late scene where she texts you that she’ll be “a bit late” and you can reply something supportive or jealous. No matter what you pick, it hurts in a different flavor. That’s the moment the game stops being about Kuroda and starts being about how disgusting desire can be when mixed with love. And also, again, that ass in those tight skirts. Honestly, the romance is kind of beautiful. And totally fucked. Both things can be true.