A husband, a stupid fight, and that sick feeling in your gut when you suddenly notice how short your own shadow looks next to another guy’s. That is basically where this story sits, grinning at you. You follow this poor bastard of a husband who starts the evening thinking he is “the man of the house” and ends up wondering if his wife is getting her pussy filled by somebody taller, thicker, and a lot more confident. The game plays like a teasing lecture about NTR, but not in a cold way. It is like a drunk friend whispering in your ear, “You see that guy talking to your wife? Yeah, that is how it starts.” The visuals sell that uneasy vibe: soft, slow camera-like cuts, those slightly too-long pauses on her lips when she smiles at someone else, her shirt clinging in all the right places, and his eyes squinting like he is trying not to imagine her on her knees, drool on another man’s shaft. The pace is not rushed, it pokes you. You get moments where almost nothing “big” happens, just small looks, off-hand comments, her phone lighting up with a message while she is in the shower and you are left staring at the screen, imagining every filthy word she might be reading.

There is a strong “PSA from hell” vibe, yeah, like some horny officer in a police comedy explaining step by step how your wife goes from “I would never cheat” to getting her ass slapped by a stranger in some cheap hotel on vacation. The husband is technically the male protagonist, but it never really feels like you are in control. You are more like a ghost stuck in his skull, dragged through his jealousy, his twisted fantasies, his humiliation. One scene that hit hard: he is sitting on the bed, replaying his argument with his wife, and his brain starts playing its own porn parody. Suddenly she is there in his mind, bent over the kitchen counter, big tits pressed on the cold surface, some smug bastard gripping her hips while she moans his name instead. The sounds get louder than his own thoughts. Little sticky lip noises, wet slaps, her breathy “harder” that he is not sure she ever said to him in real life. The game leans into that: you never know where reality stops and his corrupted imagination starts. Sometimes you see Sara in normal everyday clothes, then next transition she is in a tight uniform, unbuttoned just enough, or a cheap lingerie set that looks like it was bought for someone else’s eyes. You get flashes of oral, her cheeks hollowed around a thick cock, but it cuts away too soon, almost mocking you. And in the middle of all this, the tone suddenly slides into this weird humor, like a wink to those who know Konosuba jokes and tentacle memes, like the narrator is some half-drunk wiz giving you “NTR survival tips” while the real lesson is just: if you feel it happening, it probably started a long time ago, back when you ignored how she smiled at her “friend” a little too much. The game never holds your hand. It kind of laughs while you squirm.

It’s weird how this one opens so soft, like it’s pretending to be an average story about school life and studying, and then bam - someone’s hand is halfway down a skirt before you realize it’s even happening. The pacing’s all messed up in a good way, like the dev forgot what subtlety means but accidentally nailed tension instead. You’re walking through a hallway scene, low chatter from classmates, and then a camera pan catches Will’s reflection in a trophy case - his eyes look too damn curious. That’s when you know: this isn’t about grades. Cindy acts like she’s clueless, but you catch that smirk every time the screen lingers a second too long on her mouth. It’s not polished storytelling, but it’s the kind where you can smell the sweat before the clothes even start dropping.

The voyeur stuff hits differently here; it’s not shown like cheap shock but like this slow infection that spreads between scenes. You peek, then you keep peeking, and before long you’re complicit. There’s this one balcony scene - moonlight, wind, a half-whispered laugh - and then suddenly everything’s skin and breath and barely-there sound effects that make your phone vibrate like it’s judging you. I swear the devs have a thing for teasing you right to the edge just to throw in some totally unnecessary dialogue about saving the world. Who even remembers the fantasy subplot? It’s like the plot’s drunk, swaying between hero talk and someone’s mom bending over too slow. And yeah, I noticed the weird physics on the boobs during that group scene; they move like they’ve got their own quest log. Not complaining, just confused.

If you’re gonna play it, don't rush. Let it drag you through the awkward pauses and dumb jokes. The corruption stuff doesn’t hit hard if you spam-click past conversations; you gotta soak in the guilt, the little side glances. That’s where it gets spicy - where the world feels too real for a 2D mess of pixels. I kept thinking I’d close it after “just one more scene,” but then someone moaned out a name that wasn’t supposed to be moaned, and yeah... there went my evening.

Korra having a dick sounds like a dumb joke you make on Discord at first, then this game goes “ok but what if” and just runs with it. It plays like one of those Ren’Py mobile VNs you open on the train and immediately regret because wow, there is cock and pussy on screen in two taps. The story keeps the rough spine of Avatar: The Legend of Korra, but instead of long spiritual drama you get “Korra is the Avatar, also a total sex fiend, also everyone around her is weirdly ok with that.” It doesn’t pretend to be deep. She’s got a big cock, she’s horny all the time, and every “serious” scene from the show is turned into some kind of blowjob or handjob negotiation, like a porn parody that actually remembers the source material a bit too well. You pick a dialogue line, Korra either acts like a smug top or an eager idiot, and suddenly Asami is on her knees or on her back or both if you replay.

The futa angle is not just flavor text, it’s baked into almost every scene. Korra is basically weaponized dick. I liked how the game doesn’t shy away from full-on creampie stuff, like the camera just stays there when she’s emptying herself in Asami’s pussy and you see cum dripping out after, again and again, like the dev was proud of that one loop. There’s a blowjob scene with Asami early that kind of sold the whole thing for me: you get a choice to be gentle or just grab her hair, and either way she ends up with her mouth full and drool on her tits. Nothing super original, but it hits. Then a bit later they flip it to some soft lesbian vibe where Asami rides Korra slow, almost romantic, then she ruins it by begging for another load inside because she “wants to feel full all day.” It’s cheesy. It also works. On mobile it’s very “open Chrome, tap, now you’re watching Korra nut inside Asami in under a minute.” The pacing is quick, scenes don’t drag, but some of the routes feel like they just cut to black right when you want one more position.

It’s a parody, yeah, but it actually tries to keep some of the show’s timeline, just with porn logic. I found myself thinking “ok, this would be season 2, this is clearly a Book 3 Asami design” while Korra is literally pounding her into the mattress. That kind of thing. There are choices, but they’re more about flavor than huge branches. Pick blowjob first or pussy first, pick if you want Asami to swallow or get painted in cum, that kind of small fork. Sometimes a “wrong” choice just skips a bit of animation and that annoyed me more than it should, like I wished the game would just let me be a dumbass and still see everything. Text is a bit ESL in places too, which is funny because I’m ESL and I was still going “who wrote this line?” One moment Korra talks like a cocky tomboy, next line she sounds like a cheesy hentai protagonist from some other game. Still, when the camera is on her big tits bouncing while she pushes her cock deep and Asami’s nails are digging into her back, you stop caring. It’s porn logic. It does exactly what “Korra with a cock who loves sex in any way she can get it” promises, and then just keeps milking that until everyone’s covered in cum. Literally.

Mythos feels like somebody smashed together a late night crime podcast, a horny anime parody and that weird urban legend subreddit you scroll on your phone when you should be sleeping, then sprinkled way too many tits on top and said “yeah, this is fine”. You pick if you’re playing as a guy or a girl right at the start, and it actually matters, not just in “pronoun changed, congrats” way. Some scenes twist a bit depending on your body, who stares at you, who you can seduce, whose hand “accidentally” lands on your ass in the train when the lights flicker and the supernatural stuff leaks through. There is this first big moment where you’re at Lisa’s memorial, staring at a photo of your ex who got murdered in some fucked up way nobody wants to explain, and two completely different types of people hit on you almost at the same time: a smug cop with that “I’m totally abusing my badge” vibe, and this soft spoken girl with huge tits spilling out of a tight uniform that should absolutely not be legal in a public place. The game doesn’t stop to tell you “this is a choice”. It just lets you go horny detective or horny victim or both and quietly tracks who you want to bend you over later.

Sex is not just “reward unlocked, here’s generic bouncing”. You’re running around this fake-modern city where vampires are landlords, tentacle things hang out in dark alleys like drunk ninjas and one busty elf professor keeps “tutoring” you after class, squeezing your thigh while talking about mythology like she isn’t about to slide under the desk and wrap her lips around you. There is a scene at a cheap business hotel during a “vacation” that is not really a vacation. You’re supposed to investigate, but instead you spend half the night pinned against the balcony railing by a frustrated MILF who is technically someone’s wife and technically not human and technically doesn’t give a fuck. She rides you slow while the neon signs below blink and you can choose if you pull out or let her take every drop and feel that messy creampie drip down her inner thighs while she laughs and calls you a good little snack. Later the same day, basically in the same clothes, the story casually throws you into this awful netorare-ish angle where you watch through a half open door as a different woman you got close to is getting pounded by some supernatural asshole with a cock way bigger than yours. The game lets you peek, or walk away, or join and turn it into harem chaos. If you stay hidden, you see her begging for more, getting titfucked until her face is glazed and you can’t decide if you hate her, hate yourself, or just want in. And that mood, that messy mix of comedy, jealousy, horror and “fuck it, let’s suck his balls too”, that’s pretty much Mythos all the way through, jumping between murder clues, meme jokes, romance sweetness, corruption temptations and stupidly hot tentacle scenes in the dark where you swear you’re still solving a case while something slimy is filling your ass and your mouth at the same time.