You wake up in this quiet little town with that annoying feeling that you already fucked up something before even getting out of bed. The locals look at you too long, like they know you from somewhere, but when you push them on it they just smile and act normal. That fake small-town nice. Then suddenly you’re bent over a table in the back of some workshop with a horny wolfman grinding against your ass, and he’s whispering your name like you’ve done this ten times already. You feel every slow push inside, claws on your hips, your own cock pressed against the cold wood. You cum hard, he fills you, it feels too sharp and too real to be a dream. And then you blink and you’re back in your room, clean, alone, your stamina bar exactly where you left it. No mess, no scent, no one remembers shit. Except you.

That’s the main kink here, I think. The game keeps gaslighting you with your own orgasms. You explore town in this loose sandbox style, poking into alleys, stables, a shitty little church that clearly isn’t holy anymore, and every place has someone who either wants to jerk you off, chain you up, or “help you relax” with their tongue. Sometimes you’re in control, like when you grab the cocky fox boy by the throat and shove him to his knees for a sloppy blowjob, making him gag while you hold his ears like a controller. Other times you misjudge your condition, your health drops too low, and you black out right when things get rough. Next scene, you’re waking up with bite marks on your thighs, cum still dripping from your used asshole in the text, but the town pretends nothing is wrong. That part messed with me a bit more than I expected. Like soft psychological horror, just with more anal creampies and collars.

Sex variety is wild but it’s not trying to be “epic” or fancy. You’ve got beasts pinning you down in the barn, a smug cat guy who only gives handjobs at first and then slowly corrupts you into taking him deeper every time, a priest who absolutely does not follow any book I’ve ever seen, public groping when you walk around too worn out and clearly begging for it with your body language. You think you’re topping, but the game loves flipping that on you. One moment you’re dominating some shy dogboy, slapping his ass while you fuck him, next loop he’s the one shoving your face into the pillow and fucking you raw because “you looked tired again”. The transformation stuff sneaks up slowly, too. Little changes after loops. Maybe your cock gets thicker, maybe you wake up with a tail and nobody comments on it like it’s totally normal. That detail feels very chiptune in my brain actually, like when a melody shifts one note and suddenly the whole groove feels off, but cool.

Multiple endings are there but the game doesn’t treat them like a big thing. It feels more like you’re nudging a corrupt save file and seeing how much more broken you can make the town and yourself. Go more submissive and you end up basically the town toy, used in alleys, filled and forgotten. Push more dominant and suddenly you’re the one corrupting them, turning “nice” villagers into cock hungry pets who don’t even understand why they crave you. And still, every “day” you wake up in that same damn room, like a soft reset with cum-stained memories only you can see. It’s all pretty fucked, in a good way, and a little bit in a bad way I don’t actually want fixed. If they polished it too much, it would lose that weird glitchy horny-dream vibe it has right now.

Government fantasy but everyone’s horny and badly behaved, that’s basically the vibe here. You’re this regular dude in a fucked up city where the “Order” controls everything, and instead of joining the resistance like some heroic idiot, you get your hands on a mind control tech and go, “yeah, I’m gonna use this to fuck people.” And the game fully leans into that. Every time you “liberate” someone, it’s not really freedom, you just swap one kind of control for another and wrap it in sex. One moment you’re pretending to care about your neighbor’s safety, next moment you’ve got her on her knees in the kitchen, mascara running, while her husband is in the next room watching state propaganda and you’re trying not to laugh. There’s a lot of that quiet, wrong tension. You click a choice and you know it’s scummy, but the game is winking at you like: yeah, go on, do it anyway.

The cast hits pretty much every guilty pleasure. You got the strict older women from the “moral committees” that end up on their backs, legs shaking, calling you sir like they’re the ones getting judged. There’s a high ranking inspector you can slowly break, making him call you “master” while you shove him into messy gay scenes he’d arrest people for in public. One run I had him on his knees in his own office, sucking me off while his big monitor still showed official reports and I swear that contrast made it ten times hotter. Another night, I had a family under my thumb, the mom pretending to resist while her son watches from the doorway with that dazed, corrupted look, and the whole thing spirals into messy incest corruption that just keeps escalating. Group scenes get wild fast: you start with a “discreet meeting” and end with a row of naked bodies, asses up, everyone glazed over, and you walking between them deciding who gets a handjob, who gets anal, who has to lick who clean. The voyeur parts hit nice too, like spying with cameras you installed yourself, watching someone finger themselves, then walking in and making them finish the job with your cock. It’s dirty, it’s mean, and sometimes the pacing drags a little in the non-sex bits, but the payoff when the next scene finally snaps back into some fresh humiliation or control kink makes it worth grinding through. It’s less “save the city” and more “own the city’s holes, minds, and pride, in that order,” and the game does not pretend otherwise.

Summer in this thing feels sticky in the best and worst way. You can almost smell the salt from the sea and that weird countryside mix of boredom and heavy air, where nothing happens and then suddenly everything happens at once. You start out thinking it’s going to be this cute little romantic break for Izumi and Sophia, school year behind them, sun on the skin, that first night sex where both are still a bit wound up from exams. Her riding him with that fake innocent look that doesn’t really hide how much she likes it, tongue out, eyes rolled when he finally gives in. It feels normal. Comfortable. You almost fall for the idea that this is a straight summer love story, like some harmless anime you keep on in another tab while you scroll Twitter. But then the father shows up. Kuroda doesn’t rush anything, which is what makes it nasty in a good way. He’s older, moves slow, watches more than he talks. The game lets you sit in that, in those lazy scenes where nothing explicit is happening and still you feel like you’re watching the first crack in a glass. Sophia in light clothes that cling a bit too much from the heat. No bra in the hallway. That one scene where she bends to pick up a dropped towel and he’s just standing there behind her, not saying a word. It feels almost like you should look away and of course you don’t.

What I liked is how it keeps pretending everyone is still “respecting” the relationship while constantly shoving small betrayals in your face. Like that barbecue evening where Izumi gets a little drunk and brags about how wild Sophia can be in bed, like an idiot, laughing, not getting that his own words are giving his father ideas. Later, in the kitchen, she’s blushing about it, and you see Kuroda’s hand linger on her lower back just a bit too long. The game really enjoys turning Sophia into this sweet girl who slowly starts testing how far she can go without being caught. No instant switch to slut mode. It’s more fun than that. A shared smoke outside, his rough fingers brushing ash from her lips. That awkward scene in the tiny country bathroom, her pressing her thighs together because she “needs to pee” but it’s obvious she’s actually remembering his eyes on her earlier. And yeah, there is this messed up thrill when the old guy finally gets more than just stolen glances. The first time he touches her properly, it’s not even full on sex, just his hand slipping under her shorts on that little countryside road where crickets are screaming and Izumi is literally twenty meters away checking something on his phone. She bites her lip, looks like she might scream or call him, but she doesn’t. Of course she doesn’t. And later, when she’s back in bed with Izumi, the way she rides him starts to change. Hips looser, face more open, like she’s replaying something else in her head while moaning his name. The game is cruel like that. It lets you see a sweet summer couple get slowly eaten alive from inside, replaced by this filthy secret thing between a girl and the man who should be the safest person around her. And what really got me? There is one scene on the beach, at sunset, when she sits between them, the younger and the older, and you can’t unsee that the way she leans into Kuroda’s shoulder is just a tiny bit deeper than it should be, her thighs pressed together because she knows exactly what they did in the house earlier that day, with the windows half open, cicadas yelling, his thick cock stretching her in a way Izumi never quite did, leaving her walking different, acting the same, lying straight to his face with a soft little smile.

Max is that kind of walking disaster you already know from other games, only this time he is stuck in a house that looks calm at first sight and then slowly turns into a sexual pressure cooker. The place feels like a porn version of a student dorm that never learned the word “privacy”. You have Ann, the landlady who pretends to be strict and responsible while walking around in skirts that make Max lose his train of thought mid-sentence. She gets this fancy job offer that basically pays for everyone’s comfort, and in return the whole house becomes her little kingdom. Then you have Alice and Lisa, both studying hard, looking innocent as hell, and every camera angle is basically shouting that Max is not going to stay the good boy very long. The game does not hide that they are all tangled by more than just rent and homework. It leans straight into the “family” vibe, then pokes it with a stick and asks how far you are willing to corrupt it.

What I liked is how the teasing starts stupidly small. You walk past Alice’s door and it is just slightly open, so of course you peek. She is bent over her desk, panties sticking out, headphones in, and the game gives you that choice: keep watching like a creep or cough and pretend to be polite. First time I tried to be nice, hated myself, loaded the save and just watched instead. Same with Lisa on the couch, hugging a pillow too tight while some sappy romance plays on TV, and the camera keeps going lower until you notice she is pressing her thighs together. Nothing really “happens” at first, but the tension just builds. Then Ann comes home late from work, heels in hand, blouse unbuttoned, talking about how tired she is while leaning over Max in a way that tells you this house is not tired, this house is horny. The romance bits are weirdly sweet sometimes, like Lisa asking Max for help with school stuff, and then you realize half the dialogue is really about her trying to get his attention as a man, not as just some loser tenant. It is funny too, in that stupid meme way, with Max making pervy comments that would get you banned on Discord, and the girls roasting him while clearly enjoying the game of it.

I play a lot of these on my old laptop while Spotify runs in the background, and this one actually made me pause music a few times just to listen, since some of the scenes get surprisingly heavy on feelings. Then in the next scene you are sneaking around the hallway like a horny raccoon, trying to find a good spot to spy on Ann showering and praying the “creak” sound does not trigger her noticing you. The voyeur parts hit nicely, especially when you catch two of them talking about you in their room and one of them is lying on the bed with her ass half out of her shorts, kicking her legs, complaining about how annoying you are while clearly blushing. It is messy, and sometimes the humor lands flat, and there are moments when Max is such a dick you wish there was a “shut the fuck up” button, but that chaos is also what sells the corruption vibe. It feels like you are slowly taking this house that pretends to be normal and turning it into your personal incest porn sitcom, one dirty choice at a time, and the game does not really apologize for it.