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.

You show up at this rich family’s mansion as the new gardener, thinking you’ll be trimming bushes and pretending you know the names of flowers. Instead, the game pretty quickly makes it clear that the real “landscaping” is happening in the bedrooms, on the balcony, up against doors, wherever there’s a flat surface and no witnesses. The whole thing plays like a horny soap opera someone wrote while staring at a maid outfit too long. You wander around this big estate, talk to people, choose your answers, and every “innocent” chore has a way of turning into sex. Pull weeds, get a blowjob. Carry boxes, end up with your cock between soft tits. Water the roses, suddenly the mistress is pressing you against the window and asking if you’re loyal to her or to her husband who you never even see. It feels less like a job and more like you accidentally signed a contract to become the walking stress relief toy of bored upper class weirdos.

The mistress is the first one who really hits you like a truck. She has that calm, perfect-lady vibe at breakfast, then five minutes later she is on her knees in the study, drool on your shaft, mascara smearing while she tries to swallow everything and doesn’t care if she makes a mess on her dress. There is a lot of that actually. Ahegao faces that are a bit too much sometimes, with eyes rolling back and tongue out while her throat is full and she still somehow moans a whole sentence. The game loves face-fucking shots where you see her choking, tears coming out, then she looks up like she’s proud of taking it. There are a bunch of cum-eating closeups too, with her licking it off her lips or deliberately gulping, and you can practically hear the “gulp” sound in your head even when you mute the browser because something autoplayed on another tab and pissed you off. And nearly every time you think “ok that’s the peak”, suddenly she pushes your dick between her tits, squeezes them together and makes you focus on how they move, how she strokes the underside with her tongue, like she’s worshipping your cock way more than her supposedly expensive jewelry.

The maid is the one that sneaks up on you though. At first she plays this proper servant role, all polite bows and “yes sir” stuff, and you almost ignore her because you’re too busy staring at milf hips walking down the hallway. Then the game flips it and reveals she has this naughty streak and a secret that actually made me pause for a second. Not because it’s deep, nothing here is deep except throats, but because you realize she’s spying, listening, maybe even setting up situations. There is this moment in the laundry area where she pretends to bump into you and blush, then ten lines later she’s guiding your hand under her uniform and she’s already dripping. The uniform scenes are some of the best ones. Pulling her panties to the side, lifting the skirt but keeping the top neatly buttoned, like she’s half at work, half on her knees for you. At one point she ends up tongue to tongue with the mistress around your cock and it turns into this messy little yuri moment where they are kissing each other with your cum in their mouths, and it feels trashy in a very honest way. And then the game just casually drops the adopted stepsister on you like, “oh yeah, there is also a hot girl your age wandering around the mansion in shorts that are too small.” She starts out kind of playful and bratty, then there’s this scene on her bed where you’re “comforting” her, she gets closer, her hand drifts, and soon she’s grinding on you like she forgot you’re supposed to be family. The routes bleed into each other, so you can cheat on everyone with everyone, and the story pretends to be romantic while you’re basically plowing through the whole household. It’s messy, a bit wrong, occasionally sweet in a dumb way, and honestly that fits the tone. This mansion doesn’t feel like a place for love. It feels like a place where nobody gets what they need from the people they’re supposed to, so they end up on your lap instead.

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”.