Shoji’s house looks like one of those quiet, expensive places in a drama where you already know some fucked up shit is going on behind the paper doors. The game drops you right into that mood. You’re this broke husband, basically a guest with a dick and a suitcase, and Shoji is the rich “family friend” who’s a bit too kind, a bit too available, and way too comfortable walking around half dressed. Your wife Lana starts off like a normal modern girl, cute casual clothes, a bit of foreign flair on her style, talking about Instagram and stupid stuff, and then little by little she starts changing. One day she’s scrolling on her phone in shorts, next time she’s quietly kneeling in a soft kimono pouring tea for Shoji while he sits like some lazy old lion, and she doesn’t even look at you when you come in. The game never shouts “corruption” at you, it just lets you notice her lipstick is different, her hair color is back to natural, she bows a little deeper to him than to you, and it hits harder than a flashy “bad end” screen.

What got me hooked wasn’t the porn right away, it was that slow gut punch of small stuff. That one early scene where you walk into the living room and Lana is sitting on the floor next to Shoji’s legs, listening to him talk about “proper Japanese values”, and she gives you this quick guilty smile while her hand is hidden under the low table. You know exactly what she’s doing, you know what his cock looks like already from a dream scene, but the game just lets it hang there. You hear the tiny wet rhythm, see her shoulder twitch a little, and she tries to keep the conversation casual with you while she’s jerking him off inches from your face. No big drama, no yelling, he even talks to you about job hunting while your wife is milking him for all he’s worth. Then later she acts like it never happened and asks if you want a handjob too, like it’s some cute married couple thing, like she didn’t just swallow another man’s cum behind the table where you eat. My brain hated that, my dick loved it, and the game knows exactly how to play with that split. It’s not subtle at all, but somehow it feels more real than it should, like some shitty memory you’re not supposed to have.

The story keeps pressing on this Japanese “traditional wife” idea, but in the dirtiest way possible. Lana starts speaking more polite to Shoji than to you, calling him “Shoji-san” with that soft voice, kneeling next to him, fixing his tie, adjusting his belt a little too low. You get scenes where you come home and they are “practicing tea ceremony” and her kimono is pulled down just enough for her tits to almost slip out, or you see her sitting in front of him while he stands behind her, “showing her proper posture”, his hands on her hips, his bulge against her ass under the thin fabric. Sometimes you get a choice, like pretend you don’t notice, or say something weak, and either way you feel like a useless husband watching your own wife slide into this obedient little sex toy for an older man. They always look like you arrived two minutes too late. Her lipstick smudged, her panties missing, Shoji buttoning his shirt, acting normal. And there is that one balcony scene where she tells you she loves you, kisses you softly… and the CG zooms just enough to show a white drip still clinging to her inner thigh. She doesn’t even notice. Or she does and won’t say. It’s that style. The game is basically asking “are you still okay with calling her your wife when she kneels for someone else first?” and then, just when you think “this is too much”, it gives you a gentle sex scene with her where she rides you slow, eyes half closed, moaning your name… and all you can think is she learned that grinding technique on someone thicker. It’s fucked up, it’s hot, and it never really lets you breathe.

It starts quiet, like one of those evenings when you swear you’re just checking something small before bed. I thought it was gonna be a quick “help Melory with homework” kind of clicker thing, but nah - this thing gets under your skin fast. The tension builds and then tilts sideways; suddenly you’re the guy making dumb choices while a soft-spoken girl grins like she knows exactly what you’ll do next. It doesn’t feel scripted half the time, more like an awkward memory you’re re-living. The way her voice dips right before teasing a boundary - that’s what caught me. You don’t even realize how deep the game wants to push until every tiny decision spirals into something filthier, or sweeter, depending on your mood.

The strangest part? I actually cared about the damn story for a second. There’s this older woman - Melory’s mom maybe, can’t remember - and she pulls off that fake calm thing way too well. One minute you’re blushing through a foot scene, next she’s lecturing you like some goddess who read your search history. And yeah, it’s heavy on the domination bits, anal teases, stuff that’d make your phone pause mid-loadscreen, but somehow none of it feels cheap. Even the sleep scenes - they make you uncomfortable in that weird way where you still click *next* without thinking. The ASMR moments are hit or miss, honestly; sometimes sexy as hell, other times they just sound like the mic brushing against a pillow, but whatever, it fits the messy, intimate rhythm of the game.

I hate that bottle mini-game though. It’s supposed to be random, but I swear it always lands on the person I didn’t want stripped that round. Maybe that’s the point? It messes with you, keeps that frustration humming right between curiosity and guilt. By the time things twist into those cross-path routes - with trans, maid, interracial, even golden shower endings - you kinda stop worrying about which kink is next and just ride the chaos. The mix of control and shame here works almost too well. Makes you breathe slower. Or hold it. Hard to tell which.

Phone Story looks harmless when it loads, like one of those cheap mobile chat sims you open on Chrome while pretending to check Slack. It is not harmless. It is that slow, nasty itch in the back of your head if you like watching “what if my girl had someone else in her DMs” kind of stuff. You play the husband who goes away, but honestly the main character is Lisa’s damn phone. Half the game is you reading her messages and deciding how much rope you want to give her, then pulling it back too late. You don’t click through some porn slideshow and right into “she’s on a couch with a giant dick in her.” The game takes its time. First it’s just flirty texts, a photo with “is this too much?” kind of teasing, her asking your opinion, your “friend” dropping those little comments that sound harmless until you reread them in incognito at work and realize you’re basically writing your own cuck script.

The pacing is weirdly strong for a messy hentai VN. Sometimes one choice just makes her send a slightly spicier selfie, sometimes it jumps right into a scene where she’s on video call, touching herself, trying to convince you it’s “for you” while that friend’s name keeps popping at the top of the screen. Classic anime-wife look, soft face, kinda innocent expression, but you can watch the corruption slide in bit by bit. She starts dressing more revealing, talking about “just hanging out” with him, a little wine, harmless cuddling, totally not cheating, right? Sure. Then you get those AI-looking CGs where she’s on her knees, lips glossy, your friend’s bbc in front of her mouth, and she’s still typing some sweet romantic bullshit to you with the other hand. The game loves making you stare at chat bubbles while she’s getting filled somewhere offscreen or in a small mirrored reflection. Proper voyeurism energy. The actual sex scenes hit all the usual spots, vaginal, anal, her pinned to a table, riding, messy facials, the whole thing, but the part that sticks is when she looks happy and guilty at the same time and you know it’s half for you and half for herself. Sometimes the writing slips and a line sounds like it came out of Google Translate, but honestly that kinda fits the vibe. On Android Chrome the text boxes get too big and cover half the art, which annoys the hell out of me, and if you tap too fast you skip a good line and there’s no quick log button right in your face, you have to dig for it. Also one route feels like it jumps from “maybe I’ll flirt” to “raw creampie from your buddy” in like two clicks, like the dev got horny and forgot the slow burn. Still, if you’re into netorare or softer netorase stuff, that moment when you tell her “yeah, explore a bit, just don’t forget me” and later you’re literally watching her try anal for the first time with someone else because you told her it’s fine, that hits way harder than it has any right to. And yeah, sometimes you tell her to stay faithful and the game almost seems annoyed, like “are you sure you don’t want to watch?” but then it gives you these surprisingly sweet romantic scenes where she masturbates with the phone propped up, moaning your name while she’s already mentally halfway to the neighbor’s bedroom. Not subtle at all, but that’s kind of the point.

Zombie porn and base micromanagement are apparently my new comfort food, because I opened this thing “just to check it” and suddenly my coffee was cold and everyone in my camp either wanted to fuck me, punch me, or both. You run this little search & rescue squad called the Angels, which sounds holy, but it’s basically a harem wrapped in barbed wire. One second you juggle ammo counts and scavenging routes, next second you’re deciding if the shy medic gets praise for patching you up or a collar for talking back. And the game really pushes that choice. Every time you click through events you’re stuck between “earn her trust, be the good guy” and “nah, break her in”. It’s not subtle. You watch their stats crawl up, corruption and obedience sneaking higher, and then suddenly a girl who refused to kiss you on day one is choking on your cock in the war room and thanking you for the honor. Or crying a bit while doing it, depending how much of an asshole you decided to be that run.

What I liked is how sex scenes feel like a payoff for how you play, not just random gallery junk. You walk in on one of the Angels masturbating in the shower after a brutal mission you sent her on, still shaking from adrenaline, and your choices in earlier dialogues decide if she slams the door in your face, invites you in and rides you until her legs give out, or ends up on her knees giving this messy, desperate blowjob because she “needs to feel alive”. Another time I had the tough-as-nails sniper, the one who never smiles, get caught sneaking into my room at night. I’d been pushing her obedience hard, going full controlling asshole. Instead of a shy confession scene, it turned into her standing at parade rest, naked, collar on, asking permission to present her tits. Next click and she’s on the table, legs spread, me breeding her raw while she stares straight ahead, trying to pretend she’s not moaning every time I push in. Then later, out on a scavenging run, she’s casually gunning down zombies with dried cum still streaked on her thigh like it’s just part of her gear, and nobody comments on it. Little things like that made me grin like an idiot. And yeah, some dialogue is clunky, some “hard choices” are actually just “do you want her to worship your cock now or ten minutes later”, and combat sometimes feels like an afterthought that exists mostly so you can justify why every woman in the camp is exhausted, sweaty, and ready to be used. But whatever. I still ended up scheduling night missions just to get my favorite Angel back in time for a chained-up titfuck in the command tent, with groaning zombies outside the fence while she begs me to fill her pussy again because “there might not be a tomorrow”.