You arrive in this shiny new country thinking you’re some big brain office guy, right? Good job, clean contract, boring little grey cubicle, “fresh start” bullshit. Then the game pretty much slaps you in the face and reminds you you’re just another idiot who got a little too confident with the company money. One wrong spreadsheet, one little “adjustment,” and suddenly your whole life hangs on a few screenshots in someone else’s hands. It’s not “oh no, moral drama, what shall I do” either. It’s more like: here’s the trap, here’s your throat, and here’s the boot that’s going to rest on it while you jerk off and hate yourself. And the boot has painted toenails.

Home life is worse. Or better. Depends how broken you are. Your roommates are all too pretty and too relaxed about personal space. You think it’s a harem, but it’s actually a fucking HR complaint waiting to happen if anyone cared. They catch you staring. They don’t get shy. They get ideas. The game likes to take simple domestic stuff and twist it. You come home from the office, brain fried from trying not to get caught, and a girl is lying on the couch in tight gym shorts, one leg over the backrest, looking at you like she already read your browser history. She’s “innocently” asking how your day at work was, then suddenly she knows way too much about an “accounting error” and has a folder on her phone that sure as hell doesn’t look like memes. It’s not instant sex. It’s worse. It’s that slow “sit down, shut up, and listen to my conditions” smile. She’ll make you kneel in your own living room and call it a “test,” while the TV quietly plays some random show and you’re there, half hard, half terrified. There’s this one moment where she drags you to the gym under the excuse of “you’re getting soft,” and you think you’re just doing some squats. Next thing, you’re doing push-ups while she sits on your back, shorts riding up, whispering in your ear what will happen to those little files if your arms stop moving. People walk by. They see a trainer pushing a client hard. They don’t hear her telling you exactly how you’ll lick sweat from her toes later if you want your job.

The corruption stuff is where the game really doesn’t pretend to be nice. You start off trying to fight it, making these little choices like “I’ll resist, I’ll say no, I’ll be a man of principle,” and the narrative just smiles and shows you how cheap your principles are when your boss might see photos of you on your knees in the women’s locker room, holding a bra in your mouth because some smug girl told you that’s how dogs should carry things. The blackmail angle isn’t some side tag; it’s the spine. Every request is layered: “Touch me here, say this, sign that document, send this email.” Sexual humiliation gets tangled with office politics in this nasty way. You might be jerking off in a bathroom stall, watching a short clip of your roommate’s foot grinding into your face while she calls you her “little embezzling toy,” and at the same time you’re waiting on a message that decides if your career lives or dies. And yeah, the scenes get hardcore. There are CGs where your whole body language screams “I want to disappear” while your cock is straining against your pants, getting slapped, stepped on, used like a prop in their little power games. The girls don’t just dominate you physically; they dig into your shame, into that sick part of you that loves being treated like you’re lower than dirt. One of them makes you strip in the office after hours, under harsh neon lights, and she takes pictures with your own phone, giggling, then casually sets your wallpaper to your naked, collared self. Later, during a real meeting, you unlock the phone out of habit and almost drop it when the screen lights up. That’s the vibe: horny, uncomfortable, mean, and somehow you keep clicking “next” anyway.

When a warm-looking girl suddenly appears and starts showing a clear interest in you, you were planning to enjoy a peaceful train ride while diving into your favorite book. But step by step, she weaves an intricate web of intrigue and blackmail that ensnares not only you but several other passengers on the same train. Falling into her trap is surprisingly effortless, yet escaping her grasp proves to be a daunting challenge. Each moment aboard the train intensifies the tension, as hidden desires clash with whispered threats and forbidden alliances. You’ll find yourself drawn deeper into her world, where every glance and touch carries a weight that could unravel your carefully guarded life. Will you succumb to her control, or will you fight to reclaim your freedom before the train reaches its final destination? Dive into this dark, thrilling adventure and test your limits as you navigate a labyrinth of desire, deceit, and desperation. The train is moving fast, and so is the danger - are you ready to lose control?.

High School Days throws you straight into that horny teen chaos where everything feels like a bad decision and the right one at the same time. You’re this transfer student stuck at grandma’s place while your parents try to not kill each other, and instead of acting like a responsible kid, you basically start a city-wide harem project by accident. The tone is funny and kinda stupid in a good way, like those old Newgrounds games you played hiding the browser tab at school, except here every girl has an actual mini story and not just “click here for boobs”. One moment you’re helping some shy quiet girl with her homework, next moment she’s under the table giving you a sloppy blowjob while the teacher is two meters away. The cousin thing is wild too: she starts off acting like she barely remembers you, then she shows up in this tight top with insane tits and you’re like “ah yeah we’re definitely not doing family-friendly here”. There’s a scene where she teases you on the couch, her bare feet sliding up your leg, and by the time she has her toes around your dick, the game makes you click through every little movement, which sounds annoying but somehow it made me way more into the scene than I expected.

Stuff escalates fast once you figure out how the date sim loops work. You move around town, bump into girls, grind affection, grind stats, grind… everything. Some of the routes lean more sweet romance, losing virginity with candles and soft moans and all that, but others are straight-up degenerate and the game doesn’t pretend otherwise. There’s a “good girl” who looks like the perfect waifu and then her route flips into full-on femdom where she has you naked, kneeling, licking her asshole while she calls you her “study pet”. And because of the animated scenes, you actually see her sit on your face, her hips rolling, your tongue getting used like a toy. The rimjob, footjob, blowjob, vaginal, anal, squirt, all that is not just “text says it happens”. You watch the hips bounce, the cock twitch, the cum spray, in a simple comic style that somehow hits harder than more realistic stuff. I swear there’s this one threesome in the locker room, where you’re banging one girl from behind while the other sits on your face, and the loop of her tits jiggling is like, accidentally hypnotic. I stayed on that scene way longer than any normal human should. The funny thing is, the game tries to act like there’s some deep emotional drama, family crisis, “coming of age” stuff, but five minutes later you’re peeking through a window watching a milf ride a tied-up slave boy and you’re mostly thinking about how to trigger that route for yourself. It’s messy, horny, kind of trashy, and yeah, the pacing jumps around like a broken Spotify shuffle, but when a blackmail scene hits and the girl is forced to jerk you off while glaring and calling you a bastard, you completely forget you were supposed to care about exams or feelings or whatever.

Eva’s story doesn’t even pretend to be clean. It starts with her pretending - pretending she’s got everything under control, pretending she’s not curious, pretending those late-night messages don’t make her pulse jump. There’s something almost cruel about how the game lets you linger on her hesitation, how it slows time right before she crosses a line she swore she wouldn’t. You can feel her trying to reason with herself - then giving up. I didn’t expect the texting mechanic to be that addictive. You think you’re just choosing dialogue, but no, it’s you pushing her, pulling her, maybe ruining her. The city feels like it’s watching her too, waiting for her to slip up. It’s messy, and kind of hot in that uncomfortable way that makes you want to close the tab - but you don’t. You just keep pushing.

What caught me off guard was how the game doesn’t really reward you for doing the “right” thing. You think she’s safe with one person, and then the next scene just wrecks that illusion. The art style does this thing where it looks soft, almost innocent, and then the next frame just slaps you with something filthy - like contrast is part of the kink. I got annoyed at one point because the UI glitched during a stripping sequence and killed the mood, but then again maybe that’s just me being picky. The sound design though - too real sometimes. There’s one scene in a bathroom that made me mute the laptop because I thought someone would hear. It’s not even that graphic visually, it’s the breathing. The tiny pauses. It’s insane how much tension they packed into that.

Anyway, it’s not a “fun” game in the usual sense. It’s more like being caught reading someone’s private messages and liking it too much. I kept telling myself I’d stop after one more choice, but Eva’s slow slide into her own reflection, the way she starts liking the attention she said she hated - it’s gross, it’s hot, it’s kind of art. I don’t even know if I liked it, which probably means I did.