It’s messy in a way that feels uncomfortably real, like watching someone make the worst decisions possible and still finding yourself leaning forward, curious where her next excuse will lead. Yumi moves through the story with this almost painful self-awareness - she knows she’s being watched, both by the player and the game’s world, but she never really stops preening for it. The first time she opens her blouse just slightly too far during that office scene, there’s no sound cue, no dramatic pause - just the soft rustle of fabric and that flicker of doubt on her face. I swear, that moment hit harder than any of the explicit stuff later. The game tries to sell corruption as gradual, but honestly, it’s more about how easily she adjusts to attention. Maybe that’s what makes it so believable.

Then again, sometimes it overplays its hand. There’s this one animation loop during a handjob scene where her eyes cross weirdly, and it pulled me straight out of it; felt more comedic than erotic - like a reaction meme frozen mid-spasm. But that’s part of its charm, right? It’s too earnest to be slick. Even the blackmail thread with Thompson manages to feel less like some grand scheme and more like the world’s creepiest HR problem spiraling out of control. Which, depending on your mood, could be hot or just exhausting. And yet, when Yumi whispers something half-hearted before giving in, it lands. Maybe because the voice acting doesn’t try to sound sultry - it sounds confused, nervous, real.

The lighting deserves attention though. Somebody clearly obsessed over skin tone gradients because every sweat bead looks deliberate. The husband scenes are quieter, tender even, though they carry that slow dread of knowing he’s already losing her. I found myself irrationally annoyed by his tie color - gray, always gray - as if that dull choice symbolized everything wrong with him. Maybe that’s reading too much into it. Or maybe the game wanted that reaction. Anyway, it lingers. You finish a session and keep thinking about those tiny hesitations, how desire can look like guilt when the camera holds just a second too long.

Untamed Lust throws you right into a mess of uniforms, sweat and really bad decisions, and honestly that’s exactly why it works and why it pisses me off at the same time. You’re mostly riding inside Axel’s head, this ego on legs in an army coat, who treats the whole base like his personal porn set. One moment he’s barking orders at soldiers, next second he’s got a nurse pinned against a desk, pants halfway down, giving her this rough handjob while she tries not to moan too loud because people are literally walking past the door. The game loves that kind of “we might get caught” tension. Blowjobs in an office with blinds half open, anal in a supply tent while some idiot soldier is yelling outside, a quick wet jerk under the table during some fake serious briefing. The sex is not gentle at all, it’s power play, ego, cheating, messy lipstick, cum on stockings, that whole vibe. And when it slows down for masturbation scenes, it’s still not really romantic, more like “I’m horny, I have five minutes and a locked door, let’s go.” Weirdly hot. Also weirdly awful. Depends on your mood.

Then the whole thing shifts into the forest stuff and it feels like some horny survival horror that forgot the horror. Axel ends up hiding out in this wild forest after shit hits the fan, and here come Isabella, Cody, Valerie and Tobey like the dumbest camping crew ever. Isabella is this gorgeous dancer with a spine of steel who is absolutely done with her soft, useless boyfriend but still stuck with him, and the story keeps rubbing that in your face. One scene she’s quietly touching herself in a tent, trying not to wake Cody, thinking about someone else’s hands and mouth, and you just know that relationship is on life support. Valerie feels like the friend who says she’s “just here for the hike” but her eyes say “I will absolutely suck someone off by the campfire if things get spicy enough.” Tobey is written as this effeminate queer guy who ends up in situations where the camera lingers a bit too long on his lips, his ass, etc, and you start side‑eyeing the screen thinking, yeah, there’s going to be some LGBTQ stuff here for sure, and not just as background decoration.

The game sells itself on “your choices matter” but sometimes it’s more like your choices matter until the script wants a certain blowjob or anal scene, and then suddenly every path seems to bend toward that anyway. One branch has Axel basically turning a “friendly talk” by the river into a slow, dominating blowjob scene where he just pushes the head down a bit deeper every time, water splashing, birds chirping, like nature is just quietly watching this man prove he’s the alpha. In another route, you get this angry, cheating-driven vaginal fuck where Isabella finally snaps, rides the wrong guy like she’s trying to erase Cody from her body, legs wrapped tight, nails on his chest, and it’s hot as hell and also kind of depressing if you think for more than two seconds. And don’t expect the game to be shy with anal. There’s at least one scene where the build‑up is all about “you can say no” but the camera and the dialogue are very obviously waiting for you to say yes so he can push in slow, hear that sharp inhale, and then pound hard while one hand covers the mouth and the other digs into the hip. Oral, handjobs, masturbation, straight stuff, queer stuff, cheating everywhere, all wrapped into this weird mix of power fantasy and “these people are emotionally ruined but sure, let’s fuck in the forest again.” It’s horny, messy, kind of trashy, and if you’re into that, yeah, it hits. Even when it really shouldn’t.

Eddie and Rachel look like that boring happy couple you scroll past on Instagram, the ones with the polite smiles and the rented apartment that pretends to be “cozy”. The game starts right there, in that fake normal vibe, with him already quietly falling apart inside and her trying to keep the whole thing from collapsing. There’s debt hanging over them like a nasty pop-up ad you can’t close, his dick is not cooperating because stress killed his confidence, and the only thing that still feels solid between them is this shared idea that they’re “a team”. The fun part is watching how fast that word stops meaning anything once money, pride, and a hungry cocked-up world start to push on them from all sides. The dev doesn’t rush it. You just read their chats, watch how they text, look at tiny reactions that feel a bit too familiar if you’ve ever stalked someone on WhatsApp or Telegram when you already knew something was off but still pretended it was fine.

The whole thing plays like someone stole a phone, unlocked it, and gave it to you. You’re not clicking choices to be a hero, you’re more like a creepy ghost sitting behind Eddie’s eyes while he tries to be the “good husband” and the “good worker” at the same time, and fails at both. The erotic stuff builds slow, mostly through Rachel’s side of the screen. At first she’s just desperate for a job, doing those semi-innocent selfies that are “only for my résumé” or “just to look more friendly”. Then the teasing starts to slip in. A bit more leg. Tight clothes. That moment she spends just a little too long on a message from some guy. You can feel the line moving and nobody says it out loud. The game is ruthless about that part: it never treats her like a cartoon whore, but also doesn’t protect her image. She wants to help Eddie, yes, and yeah, she also wants to feel desired again. That mix of guilt and arousal on her face when she masturbates after a flirty chat with someone who is not her husband is way more fucked up than any usual porn scene, because the writing already made you hear her breathing in your head before she even spreads her legs.

What really hits is how the corruption is not just about her pussy, it’s about the way they both look at each other. Eddie keeps staring at his phone, refreshing work messages, hoping his boss’s approval will fix his broken pride, while the person he actually married slides further out of his reach in the same rectangle he’s holding. There are voyeur moments where you see Rachel through screenshots, photos, or sneaky angles, like you’re peeking in from the corner of a chat window. She starts out shy, then slowly poses better, arches her back a bit more for that “just one more pic”, and the guys on the other side know exactly what they’re doing. There’s teasing, humiliating contrast between Eddie’s limp stress dick and the hungry reactions she gets online, and the game does not let you stop it or fix it. That’s the nasty charm of it. It’s a kinetic ride straight into that specific nightmare where your wife is still saying “I love you” while her fingers are shaking a little after cumming to someone else’s messages. No big choices, no clean escape, just that awful, hot, sticky feeling in your chest and your pants at the same time as you watch everything slide out of control.

There is this lonely lake house, and the game just throws you inside it with this guy and his brother’s fiancée, and everything feels a little wrong from the first minute. Not in the cheap “boo” way, more like the air is too quiet, the water outside looks too still, and you feel like if you touch the glass you’ll feel something breathe back. I kept thinking about how I’d build a routine on that long wooden pier, the kind where I walk out slowly, heels clicking, fog on the water behind me, and then I just drop the coat and let the silence watch me grind. The game has that same feeling, like the world around them is staring while they do things they really shouldn’t. She walks around in these soft clothes that hang on her big tits and huge ass in a way that says “I’m comfortable” but also “I know you’re looking,” and the camera really loves her curves. Sometimes too much. There’s this shot in the kitchen where she leans over the counter and I swear the whole scene might as well be about her ass only, like the rest of the house stopped existing.

The story pretends to be all about survival, virus, quarantine, blah blah, but the reason I kept clicking was that slow teasing between those two. You see them try to be polite, to keep distance, then the eye contact lingers one second longer than normal, then the accidental brush of bodies, him going to the bathroom and hearing her masturbating inside, trying to control his breathing while she’s quietly moaning and thinking no one hears. That scene hit me hard, because I could picture a routine where I’m behind a thin curtain, only silhouette, hand between my legs, the audience just hearing breath and little wet sounds, never seeing everything until the very end. The game does that with the paranormal stuff too. It doesn’t jump in your face. You get these tiny glitches in reality, something wrong in the lake reflection, a shadow behind a window that should be empty, and by the time you get to the more explicit sex, your brain is already trained to expect something moving in the background. The animated bits go from sensual to almost nasty in a good way, like when she finally rides him and you see her tits bounce heavy and natural, but the light from the lake looks slightly sick, like the water is jealous and watching them fuck.

I liked that it’s basically a straight line story, no choices, no going back, just “you are this horny idiot, deal with it,” even if sometimes it feels a bit like watching a really long TikTok playlist instead of a game. There was one moment where he’s outside at night, flashlight shaking, hearing something in the trees, and all I could think of was how I’d dance with that flashlight in my mouth, body covered in oily sweat, pretending the dark wants to swallow me whole. Then you cut from that to a quiet morning coffee scene and her nipples poking through a thin top and it almost breaks the mood in a clumsy way, like the game forgot it was trying to be horror for a second. But when the lake finally shows its teeth, and they are forced to touch and hold each other for comfort that is absolutely not just comfort, it hits. The cheating angle is dirty as hell, because it never really tries to justify itself. She is scared, he is scared, and fear turns into arousal, then into full vaginal sex on that couch while something unseen scratches on the window. It made me want to do a number where the music keeps cutting out, like something is wrong with the speakers, while I grind on a chair as if I’m fucking a ghost that no one else can see. The only thing that really annoyed me is his stupid walk cycle in a couple scenes, he looks like he is always about to trip over his own dick, and for some reason that distracted me every time. But the mix of house intimacy, lake horror, and that slow, filthy teasing that bursts into raw, wet, animated sex, yeah, that stuck under my skin in a way I wasn’t really ready for.