Guy gets into Tokyo Uni thinking he’ll just grind classes, maybe hit the gym a bit, maybe fail a quiz and cry in the shower later. Instead he trips straight into managing a full women’s volleyball team where every girl looks like hentai artists argued over breast size and nobody remembered what a normal uniform fits like. It’s that kind of story. Not subtle, not pretending to be. You’re the only guy swimming in a sea of big boobs, tight shorts, and fake wholesome “we’re just here to practice” energy that lasts about five minutes before the coach starts power-tripping and the girls start orbiting you like horny planets with daddy issues and midterms.

From my gender studies brain, this thing is wild. It pretends to be about training schedules and match strategy, and then half the “strategy” is choosing whether you check in on the shy bookworm in the library or the loud, sweaty ace at the gym who bends over way too slow to pick up the ball. The choices actually matter more than the game looks at first. You skip one girl’s extra workout and suddenly she’s blowing you off in the locker room scene later. Date nights feel like someone watched too many romance anime and then said, fine, but what if he just actually fucks her on the park bench instead of fading to black. The sex is very direct. Lots of oral, lots of vagina, lots of “oops I’m sitting on your lap, senpai” that ends with her moaning with her tits bouncing in those animated loops that look a bit too smooth, like the AI generator was horny but slightly confused.

What hit me the weird way is the netorare angle sneaking around the edges. The coach is not just strict. He’s possessive in this gross patriarchal “I own their bodies because I own their training” way, and the game leans into that tension. One route you’re kissing a girl under the bleachers and later you catch her in a scene that clearly changes if you weren’t nice enough to her earlier, and now she’s doing things with that coach that feel half “I want this” and half “I’m trapped”. It’s hot and fucked up at the same time. As a researcher I’m like, wow, power imbalance, consent blur, institutional abuse patterns. As a player I accidentally clicked the jealous answer and now I hate myself and still watched the whole scene on loop. There’s romance paths too, like actual soft ones, where you build trust, cuddle in the dorm, slow kissing, talk about exams, then end up with a really tender sex scene where she keeps eye contact while riding you and it feels more like emotional intimacy than porn. The game wants to be both cute boyfriend simulator and “everyone is cheating on everyone in secret” drama. Sometimes it works, sometimes it just feels like whiplash. Also there is one tiny UI sound when you confirm a choice that is so annoying I thought my Discord pinged every time and I’m still mad about it. Anyway, multiple endings mean you can be the caring partner, the possessive asshole, or the guy who thinks he’s doing the right thing while the system quietly corrupts every girl around him and you only notice when it’s way, way too late.

Daybreak Nightbreak feels like somebody mashed together a horny Mass Effect, a janky management sim and a corruption hentai manga they hid under the mattress. The city of Chios looks normal at first, just your standard modern place where rent is too high and people pretend to be fine, and then you realise there is a whole mirror version of it lurking on the other side, full of cults, monster girls and people who really, really should not be kneeling and calling you “my lord” with their tits out. You start as this kinda awkward guy, a bit of a late bloomer vibe, virgin energy all over him, who accidentally ends up infused with a power that basically turns “building a fanclub” into “building a sex cult”. It sounds stupid, and yeah, sometimes it really is, in the best way. One moment you are doing accounting in a tiny office, trying not to go bankrupt because some megacorp is crushing your small business, and ten minutes later you are in a dark alley, whispering corrupt little “prayers” into a married woman’s ear while her husband is a room away. And of course she’s got her panties soaked and her ahegao face out in about three dialogue choices.

I like how the game pretends to be about “big decisions” and then your biggest decision turns out to be something like: Do I use mind control to slowly twist this shy college girl into an exhibitionist cosplay slut, or do I turn the local milf head of department into my personal worshipping toy first. The sandbox part hits hard because you just wander around town and keep tripping over new scenes. There’s this goblin girl in the other dimension with ridiculous hips and an ass that moves like it has its own gravity well, and the first time you get her on your lap, she’s grinding in your office chair while asking nervously if “humans really fill girls up that much.” Of course the game gives you the option to breed her stupid with a creampie that drips down her thighs. The animations are rough sometimes, like two dolls humping, but when she’s bouncing, tongue out, drool on her tits and eyes rolled back, you kind of stop caring. Actually, you never cared. And the striptease scenes? There’s this one where a normally classy businesswoman you’ve been carefully corrupting does a half-drunk lapdance for you in a cheap karaoke bar, slowly peeling off her blazer and bra, trying to keep her dignity as she ends up riding your hand under the table, whispering “I’m cheating, I’m so bad” while you finger her until she squirts on the seat. The game just leaves the mess there, no comment.

The corruption feels deliciously slow when it wants to. That college subplot where you go back to campus hits like a twisted nostalgia trip. You start out helping a stressed student with her grades, totally innocent tutoring, then “accidentally” using your power to make her respond a bit too strongly to your touch. Next visit she’s sucking you off in an empty classroom, knees on the cold floor, big doe eyes looking up, lipstick smeared, trying to swallow all of it like she’s cramming for finals. And later you drag her into this stupid cosplay event in the other dimension, make her dress as a bunny girl in front of a small crowd of your followers, and she ends up flashing her pussy to them, moaning while they chant your name like some horny church. It is weirdly romantic too sometimes, buried under all the filth. You can build actual relationships, have soft moments in between the handjobs and public sex. Sitting with a milf on a rooftop, talking about her failed marriage, then quietly sliding your hand under her skirt while she leans on your shoulder, torn between guilt and arousal, might be one of those little scenes that stick. But yeah, then fifteen minutes later you’re using mind control to make her bend over a balcony, tits hanging out, while half the city could technically see you pound her from behind and fill her with a thick creampie she can’t stop leaking. The game swings between “Yakuza-style side story” and “hardcore hentai brainrot” so fast it feels wrong, and that’s kind of why I couldn’t stop clicking.

This thing feels like someone smashed a horny VN with a petty revenge fantasy, sprinkled in a bit of Death Note brainrot, then left it in the oven a little too long. You play this smug, bitter dude who calls himself “Koibito”, which is already a red flag, and he gets his hands on a pink notebook that lets him rewrite people’s feelings if he knows their secret trauma. Not “oh no, she stubbed her toe” trauma, I mean actual deep shit. Abuse, shame, fetishes, all the broken stuff people bury and pretend isn’t there. You write her name, write the wound, then basically script her love life like a horny Google Doc. The wild part is how the game jumps from mystery tone to “ok now she’s on her knees” in like two clicks, and somehow it kind of works and kind of feels wrong in the way you open a private chat from years ago and hate yourself but keep scrolling anyway.

Sex-wise, it’s very direct. Big tits, big ass, camera not shy at all. When a girl gets rewritten, her whole vibe changes. One scene you’re watching this serious, sharp-tongued woman tear Koibito apart with words, next scene she’s bent over a desk, eyes glassy, moaning his name like he’s the only person in the universe. Vaginal, riding scenes, faces smashed into pillows, that kind of thing, with those 3D character models that sometimes look incredible and then from one angle the boobs sit like two bowling balls and you wonder if gravity died. The female domination moments are surprisingly fun, too. There are times where Koibito thinks he’s in control and the woman just flips it and sits on his face like he’s furniture, or pins his wrists while still technically being “under” his command. That power struggle has real teeth. It doesn’t feel like soft, fake femdom; some of the girls feel genuinely dangerous, especially this goddess thing hovering around him, watching like a cat staring at a mouse that already lost.

What caught me off guard is the humor. For a dark “rewrite her heart and fuck her” setup, the game throws in these petty, stupid jokes, like Koibito overexplaining why he’s not a creep while literally being the biggest creep in the room. There’s a reference to Tinder that made me choke on my coffee, because it hits a little too close. Also I opened Discord mid-game, totally forgot the window capture was on, and alt-tabbed back to a scene where a monster girl is riding him, drool and cum everywhere, and her tail is moving like it’s got its own agenda. Spent a full minute just staring at the tail animation like “who the hell coded this and why did they put so much effort into this part specifically”. That’s kinda the game in a nutshell: some details are weirdly polished, like tongue movement when she’s licking the tip, or the way her ass jiggles when he pulls out, and then another detail feels half-baked, like a facial expression stuck between horror and horny. The mystery side slowly builds around this detective, Leonor, who’s trying to track what Koibito is doing, and honestly she might be the hottest one just because she looks like she’d step on your neck without the help of any magic notebook. The choices feel heavy when you realize every command is basically you deciding how broken you want these women to be, but most of the time your monkey brain just goes “ok, now make her strip and beg for cock.” It’s wrong, it’s messy, it’s kind of fascinating, and I already know I’m not changing a single fucked up thing about it.

Leo starts as that guy in the office you barely notice, half-wrinkled shirt, cheap tie, fake confidence copy-pasted from a TikTok hustle guru. Then he opens his mouth and suddenly you’re in this sleazy mix of finance porn and actual porn where everybody lies, everybody wants more zeroes on the screen, and also everybody has a ridiculous chest. His world is penny stocks, dirty “business meetings”, and those glossy office corridors that look like they were built just so someone can press a MILF up against the glass. You’re not just clicking through a story, you’re basically trying to see how far you can push this dude before he becomes a full-on monster or just a horny clown with a brokerage account.

The hook is simple: power, money, and asses so big they have their own gravity. Instead of some fantasy kingdom, it’s that fake Wall Street vibe, more like Wolf of Wall Street if it had less coke jokes and more “hey, maybe I should not fuck my boss’s wife over a Bloomberg terminal”. Every “deal” feels like a setup for either a win on the market or a win in bed, and sometimes both at once. One moment you’re talking pink sheets and pump-and-dump, next moment a real-model secretary with a push-up bra that should honestly be illegal is asking if you “understand how leverage works” while bending over your desk. I laughed out loud twice, then clicked “continue” like a degenerate. The humor hits that trashy sweet spot: not smart, not subtle, just enough to make you feel slightly ashamed you’re enjoying it. But also some jokes fall totally flat and you kinda just stare at the screen like… ok, who wrote that line, a drunk accountant?

The office MILFs are basically the main event. They’re dressed like LinkedIn profiles from hell: tight skirts, blouses that pretend to be professional but the buttons are losing that battle. Big tits, big asses, big attitude. One of them does this thing where she sits on the edge of the table during a “performance review”, and the camera just… stays there, locked on the curve of her ass so long it becomes funny. I had like three unread emails open in another window and still didn’t alt-tab away. Choices actually matter more than it first looks. You say yes to one risky trade and suddenly you’re in a private “celebration” in a dark office with a married client who clearly hates her husband but loves your tongue. You say no, try to be moral, and she just gives you that look like you’re poor and boring, then walks away slowly so you can watch her hips and regret your life. The multiple endings vibe is real, you can feel routes branching, even when you’re only clicking to see more sideboob. Funny thing, sometimes the erotic scenes drag a bit too long, like the writer was scared to cut anything. And then a really hot moment is over in two clicks and you’re thrown back into charts and numbers, which is kinda rude to my dick, not gonna lie. Still, the way money, ego and sex wrap around each other here feels filthy in the right way, like opening the Robinhood app right after nutting and thinking “yeah, I could ruin my life for this”.