Yuu looks like one of those quiet types you’d never notice in a crowd, but that’s the trick, isn’t it? The game doesn’t start with fireworks or any fancy menu music - it just drops you right into his head. You can almost feel how tense he is around Misaki, his little sister who’s too innocent for the filth swirling around her. It’s that kind of story where every click feels heavier than it should, because one wrong choice and things slide from tender to completely fucked-up. And they do. You think you’re protecting her, then suddenly the camera lingers too long, she’s asleep, breathing soft, and your cursor hesitates. It’s not subtle about temptation. The voyeurism here is dirty in a way that makes you feel complicit, like you’re peeking through a crack in a door you shouldn’t have opened.

The animation hits that weirdly realistic zone - not uncanny, just raw enough to make the moans stick in your ears. There’s this one scene where Yuu’s hand trembles before touching her thigh, and the sound design makes it worse, or better, depending on what you came for. When the blackmail angle kicks in, everything starts looping back: guilt, lust, anger, repeat. Some endings hit harder than expected - one actually made me shut my phone for a minute. Then I went back anyway. The multiple paths don’t feel like “good” or “bad” endings, more like different shades of corruption. You’ll probably hate yourself a bit, which is exactly why it works.

Weird thing - the romance thread actually lands emotionally once or twice, like when Misaki whispers his name during the sleep scene, half-awake, half-aware. It’s messed up and strangely intimate. You won’t find polished heroes or tidy morals here, just a slow descent wrapped in warm skin and bad decisions. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Money screwups usually just hurt for a while, then fade. Here it feels like the universe stored your mistake, fattened it up, and then threw it back in your face with a winning lottery ticket stapled on top. You start out as this guy who once torched his whole life with one stupid financial decision, and now suddenly you’re stupid rich and everyone around you is suddenly very, very interested in how generous you feel. Especially your best friend, the one you spent half your teen years jerking off over while pretending you were “just buddies”. She’s broke, desperate, still pretending everything is fine, and you’re sitting there with more zeros in your account than brain cells, trying to decide if you want to be a hero, or the villain hentai warned us about and we didn’t listen.

The game loves to push you into these morally gross little corners. You can play the sweet guy route, all romance and slow-build teasing, or you can look at your long-time crush and think, “yeah, you’re gonna pay me back, but not with money.” Blackmail rolls in not as some cartoon evil thing, more like “ok, sign this, or I tell your boss what you did.” Then suddenly she’s on her knees, giving you sloppy oral while trying not to cry, and the worst part is the game makes you enjoy it and hate yourself at the same time. I liked that. I also hated it. There’s this one scene where you help cover her rent, and a few choices later she’s on your couch, half drunk, putting her feet in your lap, wiggling her toes in that “I know what I’m doing, but I’ll act innocent” way. Turn that into a footjob if you’re a degenerate like me, or pretend you’re above it and fail as a human being. The corruption is not instant; it creeps. One moment she’s just thanking you, later she’s letting you spank her bare ass as “punishment” for missing a payment, whispering that it hurts while clearly pushing herself back into your hand.

Sex scenes go from cute and clumsy to “oh wow, I’m actually a bastard” real fast. You can keep things romantic, kissing her slow, sliding into good old vaginal sex while she tells you she’s glad it’s you. Or you go full male domination and treat her like your personal debt toy, making her choke on your cock before you decide whether to finish in her mouth, her pussy, or even her ass because she signed a really stupid contract you wrote at 3% sanity. There’s anal, creampies, rough spanking, those messed up moments where she says “no, that’s too much” and you can actually stop, or just push anyway and lean harder into corruption. Some paths feel like a wholesome dating sim that just happens to have fucking, others are basically a slow, teasing descent into “friend in need becomes plaything in need” territory. The best part is how small choices stack up: a little teasing here, a slightly pushy favor there, suddenly she’s kneeling between your legs every time she visits, calling it “our little arrangement.” I wish the game didn’t make that so hot. I also really wish it did.

It’s hard to tell if this game wants to mess with your head or your pants, probably both. I started it thinking it’s just another lazy romance sim, just tapping choices while waiting for the next steamy scene. But it’s weirdly emotional in places. The story bites when it wants to - like when the messages start rolling in and you think, oh damn, this is gonna ruin some poor dude’s life. The cheating vibe isn’t just there to shock; it gets under your skin. I caught myself feeling... guilty? Which is wild because I was the one making those dirty choices, pushing things further with that woman who couldn’t stop looking over her shoulder. The way the mobile format traps you in vertical mode weirdly adds to it. You scroll like you’re checking your own texts, like the phone’s really buzzing for you.

Still, there’s this one scene that hit harder than expected - the balcony one, where the camera (well, imaginary camera, 'cause it’s all text and sound) lingers on her hips before she turns around, acting like she’s not about to wreck a relationship. And when it flips from slow teasing to just raw, noisy motion, it’s so unembarrassed about being horny it’s almost artistic. Except it’s not, it’s just filthy fun. I kinda love that fake realism where you’re sure someone’s gonna walk in mid-moan, and you’re yanking your finger off the screen like you’ve been caught. They nailed that adrenaline - probably better than the “love” angle, which sometimes feels like filler between fuck sessions.

I weirdly wanted more of the small stuff - like the texting, the silent ellipsis bubbles that build tension better than any unclothed scene. But then again, maybe that’s what kept me hooked: the little waits, the guilt you half-ignore while doing it anyway. It’s messy, it’s hot, it’s too real at moments I didn’t expect. Three words? Wrong, wet, honest. **Dare to play it alone, or invite company?**

The story drops you right into a filthy mix of business, lust, and betrayal. You play this polished guy with a perfect life - high-rise view, loyal girl, kisses on the neck before work - but everything starts to rot the second your boss leans close with that “favor.” It starts simple, like anyone could talk their way out of it, but it’s the kind of request that turns into a trap. One look, one taste of what’s behind his smug smile and you start losing your grip. It’s not just about sex here, though there’s a lot of it - slow teasing, the kind that makes your pulse skip, then full-on raw scenes where control just dies. You feel the corruption crawl under your skin, and somehow you like it. The animations hit hard, the moans sound too real, and every little gesture feels like someone’s watching. Maybe they are, considering the voyeur angle that sneaks in halfway when you least expect it.

What’s strange is how the humor fucks with all the tension. There are moments you laugh right before something really depraved happens - like the devs know exactly how uncomfortable you’re getting. One girl cracks a joke mid-blowjob, and instead of killing the scene, it makes it hotter, nastier. The writing isn’t clean; it’s dirty and uneven, perfect for the kind of story it tells. You slip from one fantasy to another - cheating, swinging, the occasional slap across bare skin - and it never feels clean. The filth is part of the intimacy; the romance still breathes through it. And maybe that’s what makes this thing addictive. It’s not about collecting scenes or chasing endings, it’s about watching the main guy ruin himself piece by piece and pretending you’re not enjoying it too much. The way some of those girls look at him, you know they’re not innocent either. You might judge them, or maybe you’ll just keep watching, hand resting where it shouldn’t be.