You know that guy in the office who flirts too much, stares at tits a little too long, somehow still keeps his job because he knows where all the bodies are buried? In this game, that guy is you, and HR already gave up. You torched your old career by fucking around with the boss’s daughter and teasing half the female staff until the whole place looked like a hentai forum thread you shouldn’t scroll at work. The parent company can’t fire you without risking all their dirty secrets getting leaked, so they ship you off to a new branch and lock you into “100% remote work” like that’s going to stop your dick from ruining lives. It starts so harmless too: video calls with your new coworkers, polite emails, Slack messages that should be boring… but the corruption creeps in fast. A harmless compliment about a tight skirt. A “camera accidentally still on” moment after a shower. A late-night report where she’s wearing a blouse that really doesn’t want to stay buttoned. You’re supposed to behave. You absolutely don’t.

The fun part is how the game lets you poke at their limits. The girls all start out like normal coworkers, the kind you’d follow on Instagram and pretend you’re not zooming in on their pics. There’s the one who pretends to be a professional but is clearly thirsty for attention every time she leans too close to the webcam, boobs practically begging for an HR ticket. The boss’s daughter pops up again, and this time she’s pretending she’s “more mature now”, while stretching on camera so her big tits almost fall out of her top. Half the time you’re reading emails, the other half you’re choosing if you play it nice, act like a creep, or slowly corrupt them so they’re the ones asking you to stay in the call a little longer. There’s voyeur stuff too, but not in a subtle way. Sometimes the game throws you into these “remote access” scenes where suddenly you’re watching her in her bedroom, phone propped at a weird angle, ass filling half the screen while she thinks nobody is watching. You know that slightly messy AI generated look where the ass is too perfect and the boobs look like they cost half a salary? Yeah, that. It’s not “art”, but it hits that dirty brain spot.

What I liked is how your choices can fuck up everything without a big pop-up yelling at you. You go too hard too fast with one girl, she pulls away, suddenly your video meetings are all cold and formal, and the route quietly locks itself into the “you pushed it, now deal with it” ending. Another time, you play innocent for a while, pretending you care about her workload, and she starts teasing you herself, legs up on the desk during a call, panties clearly visible, pretending she doesn’t notice. Sometimes the endings are weirdly soft, sometimes they’re just “ok you fucked her, credits”, and sometimes the boss shows up and things get way more complicated and way more hot than they should be for an office game. Not everything looks perfect, some AI scenes have that slightly off vibe where a hand is like “what is that finger doing”, but honestly it kind of fits the dirty, not-quite-legal style of the whole story. You’re not here for gallery-level art, you’re here to be a corrupt bastard with a work laptop and too much access to horny coworkers, and the game really leans into that, then pretends it’s about “productivity”.

Jack is that smug asshole you would instantly block on Instagram, except here you’re stuck in the same shitty town with him and his dad owns basically every thug on the street. The girl you play as is doing the classic “good student with garbage salary jobs” thing, dragging herself from school to work, trying to keep food on the table for her brother and her useless father. Then she hears the wrong thing at the wrong alley behind the school gate. Suddenly this isn’t just about grades and rent, it’s about a rich crime prince deciding she’s a loose end that needs to be handled. Small problem for him: she isn’t some screaming victim who faints at the first punch. The first time he sends a guy to scare her, you can actually put that bastard on the ground, boot on his chest, and feel the game quietly saying: yeah, she hits back.

From that moment, everything starts dripping into sex and power stuff, and it sneaks up on you. At the start she is stiff, almost painfully “pure”. First scene in her cramped bathroom, she is doing this awkward fast masturbation, trying not to wake anybody, biting her lip, half guilty, half desperate. Camera stays too long on her fingers and that cheap plastic phone light, you can almost feel how cold the tiles are. Then school scenes bring the slow rot. A teacher “accidentally” presses against her chest when he helps her with homework, students bump into her in the corridor and use every excuse to grope her ass. It begins as these small touches she tries to ignore, then you get dialogue options like “stay quiet and endure it” or “threaten to scream” and both paths somehow drag her deeper. Jack figures out very fast that she has someone to protect, and the blackmail snowballs: one lewd photo in the storage room so he deletes a video, one humiliating blowjob in his car so a debt magically disappears. Sometimes she is trembling, sometimes she looks straight at him with that angry, wet-eyed stare while she is on her knees, spit and cum on her tongue, and it is honestly hotter than any fake moaning. There is a club arc later where she has to strip on stage for quick dirty cash, and if you corrupt her far enough she starts arching her back and grinding on the pole like she owns the place, but there is always this tiny dead look in her eyes that reminds you this is survival, not some happy porn audition.

The game loves crossing the line with control. One route turns her part-time job into this twisted BDSM playground for a rich client, where he uses ropes and toys on her while she pretends it is “just another gig”. She goes in as a virgin just trying to keep her body intact long enough to escape the city, and the first full sex scene is brutally intimate. Slow, a bit clumsy, condom “forgotten” on purpose, you can see the exact second she realizes he is going to finish inside and there is nothing she can do without ruining everything she sacrificed. The creampie is not fireworks, it is a trap locking in. Later, when she actually starts to want it, there are scenes where she rides him in some shady motel, hand over his mouth, whispering filthy things you would not expect from the shy girl from the intro. Oral, rough groping in stairwells, being shoved against the school lockers while pretending to resist because the hallway cameras are on, that kinda pervy tension. Since it is a mobile game, I kept playing on the train with brightness way too low, swiping through choices with one thumb and praying nobody behind me could see when Jack’s hand slid into her panties during a “normal” lunch break. There is this tiny chat popup that keeps asking to rate the game and it appears directly on top of her face sometimes during a sex scene, which pissed me off so much I almost dropped the phone, but then I still went back to check a different corruption branch right after. And I still have no idea why the loading tip keeps mentioning a mechanic that never actually shows up in any route I tried, but whatever.

I didn’t expect it to mess with my head that much. “Play With My Wife” looks harmless at first - just a chat window, simple interface, nothing flashy - but then you realize how personal it gets. You’re not playing some fantasy hero, you’re just this guy texting his wife, trying to sound like you still know her. The way the messages come in feels too real sometimes, like the phone buzzes and your stomach tightens even though it’s just a fake notification. The teasing starts slow, a bit of flirting, some nostalgia, and then she sends that one message that makes you pause before answering. You know you shouldn’t like the direction it’s going, but there’s that curiosity, that dirty little itch.

What’s weird is how the game plays with guilt. It’s not just about watching her flirt or imagining her with someone else - it’s about seeing how far you’ll let it go. The “choices” don’t even feel like choices after a while; they’re just small excuses for you to keep watching. There’s this moment where she tells you about a coworker, and you type something supportive, but deep down you’re just waiting for her to cross the line. The writing’s rough sometimes, like the dev didn’t care about grammar, but maybe that’s why it hits harder - it feels like real people texting, messy and horny and insecure. I got annoyed at how slow the pacing was, but then again, that’s what made it believable. You can’t rush that kind of tension.

And okay, the voyeur stuff - it’s not subtle. The game almost dares you to say you’re okay with watching her get corrupted, but then flips it and makes you question why you’re even okay with it. I hated that, and I loved it. The wife’s tone changes gradually, like she’s testing you, not the other way around. It’s uncomfortable in the right way, like being turned on by something you know will ruin you. Maybe that’s the point. Or maybe it’s just me reading too much into a dirty texting sim. Hard to tell.

Couples: Lustbound drops you into Katy and John’s bedroom at that weird point where everything looks fine on Instagram, but in the dark they’re just kind of… touching each other out of habit. They’re young, married, they still care, but the kisses feel a bit too polite and John keeps grabbing his phone after sex. The game leans hard into that slow, itchy tension. Katy starts catching herself staring a bit too long at other guys, especially when one of John’s friends cracks a dirty joke and she laughs a little too hard. John notices. Or maybe he pretends not to, depending on what you make him do. It’s not about instant filth from the first click. It’s more like watching a flame catch on something that should not burn and thinking, “Eh, it’s fine” until the curtains are already smoking.

The visual novel structure gives you both sides of the mess. One moment you are John, pretending you’re totally cool with Katy going out in that tight dress that shows way too much thigh while you’re “busy with work.” Next moment you’re Katy, drunk on the attention when some guy’s hands stay on her waist a bit longer during a dance, feeling his fingers press her ass in the crowd where everyone can see and kind of hoping someone is actually watching. There are scenes where you’re basically voyeuring your own marriage. Like when John sits in the car, screen lit up with a text asking “You okay with this?” while he imagines what’s happening inside the bar: Katy laughing, a big dark hand on her knee, her lips brushing someone’s ear when she whispers. The game loves that sick mixing of jealousy, arousal, and guilt that sits in the belly. It lets you push them toward swinging nights, sneaky handjobs under tables, hotel room oral that starts as “just trying something new” and slides into “there is another guy finishing in your wife and you are not stopping it.” Or you pull them back, but not really. Even the “safer” choices still feel loaded. A simple shower together can be cruel when Katy teases, strokes John just enough to get him hard, then walks out, wrapped in a towel, annoyed but horny, checking her messages.

What I liked a lot is how the corruption doesn’t just turn Katy into some brainless sex doll. She remembers what she’s doing. When she spreads her legs for a guy who is not her husband and lets him slide inside bare, knowing creampie will leave a sticky reminder, she has that tiny moment of “I am a terrible person” right under the moan. John too is messed up in his own way. Sometimes he stares from the sidelines, watching a live porn show that involves the woman he promised to protect, and his dick is rock hard while his heart punches his ribs. It feels wrong and hot and pathetic at the same time. There are scenes where he joins in, hands roaming, groping her in front of another man like he is trying to mark territory, only to end up sharing her mouth, her pussy, everything. And then there are the quiet shots: Katy alone on the balcony in panties, knowing the neighbor across can see her, fingers inside herself while she replays what happened that night. Or John “accidentally” opening a video he shouldn’t have, seeing her knees on a hotel carpet, lips wrapped around someone else’s cock, and he just sits there, watching the whole thing in silence, breathing heavy. The game is at its dirtiest when it hugs that line between love and pure selfish lust, and doesn’t say which side is winning. It just lets you poke, twist, and watch them both fall apart in a way that feels way too real.