Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

Summer punishment fantasy that accidentally turns into something way dirtier than “no phone, no friends, stay home and think about what you did”. You’re stuck in your room, nothing to do, no money, parents on your back, and then this weird idol just shows up. Not cute shrine-maiden style, more like “this thing should not exist in a normal bedroom”. And it talks. It promises you power, and yeah, it’s not talking about muscles. It’s talking about getting every person around you to bend, break, cheat, confess, open their legs, pull their clothes aside in public, that kind of power. The game leans hard into the whole “I know I shouldn’t do this, but I really want to see what happens if I push one more time” vibe. Every interaction with a girl starts kind of normal, then you nudge, then you push, then suddenly you’re seeing your own family member giving you that look like she knows this is fucked and still can’t stop touching herself in front of you because the idol whispers in her head. And you are the one telling it what to whisper.

What I liked is it doesn’t jump straight to full-on mind-slave zombie sex. At first it’s just small stuff. A bit of teasing. Making her wear something way too short outside. “Accidentally” walking in while she showers and the idol freezes her for a second so you can stare, then she snaps out of it and blushes like crazy, but you know something stuck in her brain. The more you play with that, the more twisted it gets. One route I focused on making the girls just masturbate more and more, like they couldn’t even sleep without their fingers inside them, and the game actually reacts to that. Suddenly you get scenes where they tell you about hearing your voice in their head when they touch themselves, begging you to watch, even if they’re not actually in the same room. There’s a really sick moment where you’re at work in your shitty part-time job, and your phone buzzes with a pic you never asked for: someone from home, spread, eyes a bit empty, obviously controlled, clearly taken by the idol at the worst timing possible. And you’re stuck behind the counter trying to pretend you’re normal while your cock is screaming. That part felt too real in a good way. And a bad way.

The sandbox side is messy but that’s also where it gets addictive. You’re not following some super clean route map, you just poke at people, try different commands, wreck their relationships. I told one girl to be “more honest with your feelings” and then just left her alone for a while. When I came back, she was already cheating on her boyfriend in her own room, and the game lets you decide if you join in, watch from the closet, or mess with her mind harder so she starts sending pics of it to the wrong people. Another time, I messed up and pushed the control too far too fast, she basically snapped and you get a harsh ending where everything collapses and you’re stuck with fucked-up guilt and blue balls. There are multiple endings depending on how far you drag each girl down the corruption hole: total devotion, secret lover stuff, full-on ntr where they still sleep with you but also moan another guy’s name, or that really gross but hot line where your own relative begs you to knock her up while the idol keeps her from thinking clearly. It’s not nice. It’s not “wholesome”. It’s exactly the kind of horny summer where you start grounded and end up playing god in your own twisted little town, touching every life with your dirty fingers, knowing something will break and not really caring when.

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?

You start broke as hell with this pretty normal, kind of shy wife, and it feels almost innocent at first. Just you, her, some money problems, cheap phone camera, tiny apartment. Feels like a boring life sim at the beginning, talking about bills and favors and that old buddy from school who suddenly shows up looking way too rich and way too confident. Then one small choice about filming “just a little something” for cash turns into this spiral of “ok, what if we try one more thing” and suddenly you’re not really sure if you’re filming porn, selling your pride, or both.

What I liked is how the wife doesn’t wake up one day and go full pornstar. She starts nervous, asking you if the angle is ok, worrying about her makeup, blushing when she licks you on camera for the first time. You see her slowly getting used to being watched. First it’s only you holding the phone and trying not to shake it when she goes down on you. Then the old friend shows up with his stupid grin, “helping” with better lighting and some “ideas,” and suddenly you are behind the camera while your own wife is on her knees for another guy who is clearly bigger, darker, more confident, just owning the scene while you pretend it’s all for money. There is this messed up thrill where you tell yourself you are the director, but you know you’re just the guy zooming in while your wife gets used like a toy.

Pulls feel like a gacha session for my dignity. I sit there clicking through scenes like rolling for a new outfit, except here it’s “will she let him cum on her face this time” or “are we going to try a second guy” or “does she ask for it herself.” That moment when she stops looking at you for approval and starts looking at the other man’s cock instead, that shit hit harder than any SSR drop. I was like, ok, I came for a simple hotwife thing and now I’m halfway lost in some mental NTR rabbit hole, watching my own avatar zoom in on his wife getting stretched in positions they never did together. There is this one scene where you’re behind the camera and she moans another dude’s name by accident, and the game just lets it hang there. No dramatic music, no big popup, just that little text box and her mouth full of someone else, and you feel your stomach flip while your dick gets even harder. I hated that, and then I replayed it three times. I swear this game made me discover I’m way more into watching my “units” get stolen than actually winning. Anyway, I was going to complain about the UI somewhere here, but I kind of forgot what I was talking about.