This chat-format visual novel hits different when you're watching your fiancée get her world rocked through emoji reactions and text bubbles. Oscar's stuck at home after some accident - honestly, the setup doesn't matter much because what follows is pure psychological fuckery mixed with actual fucking. You've got this weird psychic connection with Lucy where you feel everything she's feeling, which sounds romantic until Logan shows up and starts making her feel things that'll make your phone screen fog up.

The whole thing plays out like you're reading someone else's sexts, except you're the poor bastard whose girl is sending them. Lucy starts innocent enough - "miss you babe" type messages - but Logan's got that smooth operator energy that turns sweet girlfriends into cock-hungry rebels. Watching her transformation through chat logs is weirdly addictive. One day she's asking about dinner plans, next she's describing how wet she got during "study sessions." The corruption arc moves at breakneck speed, which honestly feels more realistic than these slow-burn games that take forever to get anywhere interesting. Though sometimes I wish the pacing slowed down just so I could savor the psychological torment longer.

What really gets under your skin is the choice system - you can play Oscar as the understanding boyfriend type or go full jealous psycho mode. Neither path feels particularly satisfying because you're fundamentally powerless, just reacting to Lucy's increasingly bold adventures. The voyeuristic elements work better than expected since you're experiencing everything secondhand through texts and calls. When Lucy starts sending photos... well, let's just say the chat format doesn't limit the visual storytelling. Multiple endings give you different flavors of heartbreak or acceptance, depending on how much dignity you're willing to sacrifice. It's messy, uncomfortable, and exactly the kind of emotional masochism that makes NTR content so addictive.

Miserable salaryman with busted knuckles and dead eyes, that is where this thing starts. Guy was an MMA monster before, now he just rots in a cubicle, scrolling on his phone in the toilet, pretending to reply to emails while actually checking sex apps and watching pirate cosplay porn on Xvideos. Then out of nowhere, his old violence gets dragged back into the open and suddenly he is doing turn based combat in alleys and warzones instead of turn based meetings. It feels like some weird mix of One Piece fanfic, hentai trainer game, and midlife crisis simulator. One moment he is negotiating combat contracts with a cold mercenary boss, the next he is getting a titfuck from a drunk milf in a motel who has a maid uniform stuffed in her handbag for "work". The game just throws you into this mercenary underworld where everyone smiles like they know you are about to screw up your life, and it lets you manage that screw up day by day like some scuffed sandbox romance management sim that also really wants to show you ahegao.

The wild part is how much of the erotic stuff is glued directly onto the systems. You are not just picking “sex scene 1, 2, 3” from a menu. You do a mission for this pirate-inspired babe who is totally not Boa Hancock but obviously is, and if you mess up the combat, you still get a scene, but it is her sitting on your chest, calling you useless while she strokes you with just two fingers through your pants, slow teasing, no release, then she goes to fuck some higher-ranked merc behind a half-open door and you have to watch. That voyeurism thing hurts way more because it is your fault from earlier in the turn based fight where you tried to go full damage instead of guarding. When you get it right though, she climbs on your lap on the ship deck, half cosplay, half uniform, big tits bouncing, giving deep oral while complaining about your “no plan brain,” and if you choose the corruption options, she starts asking you to choke her and spit on her and eventually lets you creampie her ass while she wears that silly maid headband like it is the most normal thing. I actually laughed when the game let me switch from romantic “are you okay?” to “bend over the table” in the same phone chat log, like some unhinged dating sim.

There is also this whole NTR side that sneaks up. At first you think it is standard harem fantasy, you collect women like pirate bounty posters, from Nico-looking archaeologist type to serious older milf with big ass who runs a maid cafe as cover, and some android sex robot girl who is way too honest in her chat replies. But then the merc leader, this calm bastard, starts “helping” you train. You send one girl to work a side mission, the management screen shows she is "recovering," and later you catch a short animated scene where she is in his office, blouse open, him groping her while she is blushing, saying she only does this to get extra supplies for your squad. The game does not scream NTR at you, it just quietly lets it sit there in the log, like, yeah, she is technically still your girl, but is she? You can corrupt them in your direction too, sure, like putting the shy virgin into a maid uniform and having her kneel between your legs after a successful op, drool running down her chin during a messy blowjob, or making her use sex toys on herself in the shower while you watch from the door. But that little chance that someone else is also touching her, or that she will send you a phone selfie from a bathroom where you notice a man’s hand in the corner, gives the whole harem this dirty, unstable feeling. The game is horny as hell, full of anal, creampies, groping, vanilla sex mixed with BDSM edges, but it always ties it back to your role as this broken ex-fighter trying to control something in a world where even your own women might be getting fucked by someone stronger. And yeah, the AI CG sometimes looks a bit off, like one frame her boobs are too round or a hand is in a weird angle, but honestly, when Nico Robin lookalike is riding you in a maid cafe backroom, tongue out in full ahegao while you grip her hips and slam up into her, you will not care at all.

Yui looks like the kind of wife you only see on Reddit threads that are clearly fake. Super sweet, big soft ass that keeps stealing camera focus, totally loyal, obsessed with her wedding dress job and also with you. The game really leans into that. Early on you’re just vibing in your tiny apartment, she’s measuring lace, you’re scrolling on your phone like a useless husband, and it actually feels boring in a nice way. That boring feeling is important, because when the corruption starts it hits harder. One moment she’s talking about veil fabrics, next moment her phone lights up with “Kuroda” and the whole mood drops like your battery at 5% with no charger. I liked that shift. Felt a bit too real. I literally paused the game to check Telegram while she was panicking, lol.

Kuroda is such a walking red flag that if he was on Tinder the app would soft‑ban him. Drug mess, manipulative, and the story keeps pretending “he’s still family” like that fixes anything. Watching Yui try to defend him is painful and hot at the same time, which makes me sound terrible, but here we are. The corruption is mostly emotional at first. Small lies. Late returns home. Her eyes looking away a little too quick. There is this one scene where she comes back from “helping him” and she’s still in her nice dress, but her lipstick is smudged just enough. Not obvious, but if you ever used Google Photos zoom you can’t unsee it. You can choose to confront her or act like a doormat. I tried both. Honestly, neither path makes you feel like a hero. Which is good. Or bad. Depends on how much you enjoy self‑insert suffering. There is romance mixed in, not some flowers and chocolate thing, more like those quiet moments when she sits on your lap, apologizing, and you know she’s hiding shit, yet you still grab her hips because that ass is ridiculous. The humiliation is slow burn: tiny cracks in trust, neighbors maybe hearing things through the wall, your line messages left on “read” while she “works late”. Sex scenes reward you, but they also kind of punish you. When the AI art goes extra on her curves while the text reminds you she might have been touched by someone else half an hour ago, your dick and your ethics go into open conflict.

On phone it runs smooth enough, though the UI sometimes hides buttons behind my stupid fat thumb and I got stuck in a menu once and rage‑tapped like an idiot. The simulator feeling comes from all the routine: chat logs, little money choices, scheduling when she visits Kuroda again. I wish there were more small domestic moments, like brushing teeth together, but instead you get repeated CG angles and that one underwear set that appears so often it should have its own Twitter account. Also the auto mode is too fast and too slow at the same time, somehow. What I really liked is how it plays with cheating. It’s not just “she cheats, you cry, game over”. It keeps asking how much you participate in her fall. Do you push her toward “helping” him because you’re naive, or because you secretly want to see how far she goes? There’s one late scene where she texts you that she’ll be “a bit late” and you can reply something supportive or jealous. No matter what you pick, it hurts in a different flavor. That’s the moment the game stops being about Kuroda and starts being about how disgusting desire can be when mixed with love. And also, again, that ass in those tight skirts. Honestly, the romance is kind of beautiful. And totally fucked. Both things can be true.

Keigo feels like that dude who peaked in high school but actually never even peaked, just failed quietly and then left town. Now he drags his ass back, broke, horny, and still kinda pathetic, crashing at Ichigo’s place like some NPC side character who accidentally got promoted to main character. Ichigo’s still Ichigo, of course, walking cheat code for popularity, swords, and women, and somehow he’s married to Orihime now. And she’s exactly what all those old Bleach fanarts promised, just turned up to shameless hentai levels: giant soft tits that bounce a little too perfectly when she laughs, thighs that don’t even pretend to fit normal clothes, that smile that looks innocent until the camera angle proves it isn’t. The game knows why you clicked. It doesn’t pretend otherwise for even half a second.

What I liked is how the whole thing feels wrong in a very specific way. You’re in Ichigo’s tiny place, pretending to look for a job on your cracked phone, scrolling fake job posts like it’s LinkedIn hell, while Orihime leans over the couch in those shorts that absolutely do not count as shorts, asking if you want more tea, and you’re trying to not stare at her ass and failing completely. The mobile UI actually fits the vibe here: it feels like you’re sneaking porn in a WhatsApp group while sitting at a family dinner you weren’t invited to. Keigo tries to act like a good guest, but the game keeps throwing you small choices that slide from “just chat” into “ok, that was not friendly anymore” and then into “yeah, Ichigo would definitely punch you for this.” You start with mild flirting, then accidental boob touch that is obviously not an accident, then late night scenes in the hallway where she whispers too close, breathing on your neck, pretending she’s worried about you when her nipples are poking right through her shirt. It goes from soft corruption into full-on “I want you to fuck me while my husband is in the other room” without ever doing that big dramatic turn, it just slowly rots. Like mold on bread, sexy mold.

Sex scenes themselves are exactly what you expect and then a bit worse in the best way. Orihime rides you with those massive tits clapping in your face, eyes glazed, sucking her finger, begging you not to cum inside her, and of course the only button you actually notice is the one that makes you drain every drop in her anyway. Animated loops focus on the important stuff: her ass slamming down on your cock while you watch the ring of white around the base grow thicker, the way her belly jiggles when you push her legs up and fuck her hard, the little moment she presses a hand to her womb like she can feel you filling her. There’s a scene where Ichigo’s in the shower, humming like some idiot protagonist, and you’re behind Orihime on the kitchen table, her hair spread, creampie dripping out while she clenches around you trying not to moan too loud. The guilt is there for Keigo, kind of, but the game doesn’t pretend he’s a good guy. Which is nice. He’s just a horny loser finally getting the girl he always watched from the corner, and he ruins everything with a smile.

Weird thing that bugged me way too much: that one text notification sound they use keeps popping up in the middle of the hottest scenes, and it sounds exactly like a Telegram ping, so I kept pausing thinking someone actually messaged me. Completely yanked me out of a creampie once, I’m still annoyed about that. Also, sometimes the writing swings between decently hot dirty talk and those awkward lines like “I feel your naughty rod deep inside my womanhood” and it’s hilarious in the middle of all the moaning. But then Orihime throws her head back, calls you by name, and begs for more like she’s never been properly fucked before, and suddenly the cheesy lines don’t matter. It feels like some degenerate Bleach doujin that escaped from 2010, grabbed your phone, and decided Keigo finally deserves his turn to be scum. Honestly, he doesn’t, which is why it works.