This one feels like somebody took all the marriage porn threads from old forums, mixed them with late night softcore, then forgot to add a safe word. You’re not playing some overpowered stud here, you’re basically watching this young couple get pushed around by the world, and the game really enjoys twisting the knife. It’s all narrated in third person, which at first I thought I’d hate, but it actually fits weirdly well. Feels like hearing a dirty storyteller sitting behind you, whispering what the husband doesn’t see, what the wife pretends not to feel, and what the “friend” actually wants when his hand stays on her waist a bit too long. That outsider voice is cold as hell sometimes too, just describing how she shifts her thighs when she’s pretending she’s not turned on, or how he forces a smile while his boss checks out his wife’s ass in public. You’re not safe inside anyone’s head, you’re watching, like a creep in the corner.

The whole corruption angle is slow, sometimes even annoying, in that good way where you yell at the screen and still click “continue”. At the start she’s shy, holds his arm, dresses modest, and you think, ok, maybe this is the kind of game where nothing really happens, just a lot of teasing. Then first proper “accident” happens. A crowded bus, her pushed against some guy, hand that “slips” to her hip, then somehow inside her coat. Nobody says anything. The narrator just tells you how her breath changes, how she doesn’t pull away immediately, how later she tells her husband it was just too crowded and laughs it off. The game really likes this exhibitionism flavor. Short skirts that “he” suggests she wears because she “looks so cute,” club scenes where the lighting hides enough but not quite, balcony moments where windows are not as dark as they think. There’s a scene in a mall where she bends to grab a bag, and camera just stays on that angle for way too long, while the text is busy talking about what some random guy on the escalator is staring at. It’s petty, it’s hot, it’s kind of mean.

What surprised me a lot is how much of the fun is actually in all the watching. Proper voyeur energy. You get moments where the husband is literally in the next room, and the narration switches between what he thinks is going on and what’s actually happening on the couch. Little stuff, like a “massage” that goes on too low, a handjob given under a blanket while the TV is still on, her biting her lip and pretending she’s just cold. There is cheating, real cheating, not just flirty texting. Ntr and cuckold stuff hit harder here because the game takes its sweet time getting there. It starts with harmless touching, a hand on her thigh when everyone’s drinking, or a guy “helping” her cross the street holding her too close. By the time you reach outright groping in a crowded locker room, it doesn’t feel sudden, it feels like, yeah, of course that’s the next step, she already got used to being touched “by mistake”. And the 3D style they use for the characters works fine for this kind of thing. The models are not perfect, some faces look a bit stiff, and it really annoys me that sometimes their fingers don’t sit quite right on the clothes, like they float a tiny bit above, and then my brain locks on that and I miss a line of dialogue. But the bodies sell the story. Curves, subtle changes in her posture when she starts to enjoy the attention more than her husband’s approval, his shoulders slowly folding in when he realizes something’s off but can’t prove it. I wish the text box was a bit less clunky, it feels like reading a fanfic in an old app sometimes, but whatever, I still kept clicking next while swearing at the narrator for being such a smug bastard. There’s this one moment where he comes home early, hears muffled sounds from the bedroom, and the game just holds on the hallway description while you imagine what’s past the door. That pause is filthy. I kind of hated it. I kind of loved it.

This one feels like reading someone’s horny diary that accidentally grew a spine and turned into a game. It’s not polished, it’s not “cinematic”, and honestly half of the time it looks like something you’d find lost on an old external drive named “stuff_final2”. But that kind of raw vibe actually fits, because the whole point here is that the dev is basically exposing his own shit: real experiences, real mistakes, real kink spirals he fell into while his relationship got slowly twisted around sex, cheating, and that whole deliciously messy hotwife / cuckold mess. You start as the guy, at first just jerking off to his own fantasies, watching his girl from the safe distance of imagination, then suddenly you’re reading and watching things that feel way too specific to be fake. You’re not picking some heroic route or “good ending”, you’re picking which angle of humiliation or arousal you want to lean into. Sometimes you’re in his head when he’s masturbating to her pics, sometimes you flip and see it from her side when she’s discovering that being watched turns her on way more than she expected. I wish the save menu didn’t look like it was made in Windows 98, but whatever, that’s another story.

There’s a scene early on where he’s sitting at his desk, pretending to work, and keeps alt-tabbing between actual spreadsheets and a short video of her sucking some guy off. It reminded me uncomfortably of having Slack in the foreground and Pornhub in a tiny VLC window behind it, praying no one walks past. The game keeps doing that kind of thing: small, stupidly real details that hit harder than any slow-mo cumshot. Like how he talks about his stomach dropping when he first sees her on a grainy phone clip, kneeling for someone else, or that awkward first time he tries to watch her get fucked live and ends up half hard, half sick, still not sure if he’s turned on by the anal pounding she’s taking or the way she keeps glancing at the camera like she forgot he exists. The sex is not shy at all: full-on oral scenes, messy vaginal fucking, her getting pushed into more exhibitionist stuff, even that moment where she fingers herself in front of a window “by accident” while knowing someone in the next building can probably see. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s ugly, sometimes he just sounds pathetic, which I say with love. Also, the font on the choices looks slightly off-center and it annoyed me the entire time and I kept expecting an update to fix it and it never happened. The game lets you hop perspectives later, see snippets from her and sometimes from the other guys too, and the voyeur angle gets heavier, with you watching, rewatching, pausing on little things, rewinding that one frame where her expression changes right when he slides into her bare without asking. It’s not epic, it’s not clean, it’s just this messy loop of lust, guilt, jealousy, and porn-brain, and somehow that feels more honest than half the big-budget smut out there.

Goldream City sounds like some cheap mobile gacha name, but here it’s just the horny summer town where almost nobody keeps their clothes on for long and half the neighbors are monsters with tits bigger than common sense. You play this “returning home” guy who pretends he’s coming back for a relaxing vacation, but every single corner of the city is like a porn genre speedrun. One day you’re flirting with your sweet “childhood friend” at the school rooftop, next day you’re in some shady alley watching a milf mom get pounded by a huge black cock while her husband pretends he doesn’t see it. The game kind of laughs at you for trying to be romantic when literally everyone is cheating on everyone and half the cast is secretly in heat. There’s this mix of visual novel scenes and sandbox wandering around town, so you go from casual small talk about homework to “hey, do you want to see how deep this futa can go” in like two clicks.

What really hits weird is how normal the corruption feels after a while. At first you might think “ok, this is my nice pure girl, I will protect her,” and ten scenes later you’re watching her moan on some monster girl’s tentacles while a big black cock uses her throat like it’s a warm toy. It doesn’t even pretend to be fair to the male characters. Husbands, boyfriends, that shy virgin classmate, they just get blacked, cucked, stolen, and the game winks at you like it’s telling an old meme. Sometimes you are the one doing the stealing, sometimes you are just the pervert hiding in the closet, jerking off while your crush gets double stuffed, and the worst part is that the story keeps going like this is totally normal summer behavior. There is incest teased in that kind of “we both know this is wrong but we keep standing too close in the kitchen” way, and the futa and lesbian stuff sneaks in casually: one moment it’s innocent kissing at the beach, next moment she’s pulling out a cock bigger than your arm and pounding a blushing schoolgirl from behind while you sit there with your sad little handjob. The mix of pregnancy risk, anal, titfucks, footjobs, spanking, public teasing on the bus, it’s like some horny dev opened a porn tag list and said “yes” to everything. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s too much, sometimes the AI and 2D/3D art clash and someone’s tits look like they’re from another dimension, but then the game hits you with a quiet moment on a summer night, soft romance, slow blowjob under the stars, and in the next scene that same girl is on her knees with three cocks in her, crying from pleasure while you pretend you still have control of this story. You don’t. That’s kind of the whole joke.

Matsuda looks like that guy you see on LinkedIn who has everything: sharp suit, neat hair, arrogant little smile that says “partner track”. In this game, you slide into his skin and realize pretty fast that all that polished surface hides a man who never actually lived. He sold his youth, his hobbies, his stupid crushes, all of it, just to grind cases and billable hours. Now he finally has the big salary, the fancy apartment, and this seriously gorgeous wife with curves that just make you stop and stare, and that’s exactly where everything starts to rot from the inside. You don’t play a hero here. You play a man who realizes he might be losing the only thing that actually matters, and he notices it when her skirt gets shorter, her lipstick gets darker, and her eyes don’t stay on him anymore.

The whole thing feels quiet at first, like a small crack. She leans over the table and that ass just fills your view, and you get this little text from her: “Going out with friends tonight.” You know that’s nothing, right? Just friends. But the game keeps pushing tiny moments on you. A lingering smell of cheap male cologne when she hugs you. Her phone lighting up, and she turns it face down too fast. She comes home late, hair messed, stockings a bit torn, complaining she’s “tired” and falls straight into bed without letting you touch those ridiculous tits that used to bounce for you on the couch. Audible’s open on your phone but you’re not listening; you’re just staring at her from the hallway wondering who’s making her moan now. You start noticing how the camera loves her body more than it loves yours. Her hips, the soft way her breasts spill out of a half-buttoned shirt, the tiny wet marks that sometimes show on her panties when she thinks you’re not looking. At one point there is this scene where she is standing at the balcony, texting, and the text choices you get are things like “Ask gently” or “Pretend you don’t care”, and whichever you pick, it still feels like your balls are slowly being crushed. Sex still happens, but it’s different. She rides you with her mind somewhere else, biting her lip like she’s replaying something someone else did to her. You can feel every second of that. The game is not shy at all with the physical stuff. You see the way her ass jiggles when another man grabs her, the way she opens her legs in a car seat that is clearly not yours, the detail when she’s finally getting pounded and you’re not even in the room. Sometimes you just sit there, clicking, watching her get her pussy stretched and soaked by someone who doesn’t even know her middle name, and the worst part is how the protagonist still calls her “my wife” like that means anything. The scenes hit harder because they don’t always scream about it; sometimes the most brutal moment is just her walking past you with that freshly fucked glow on her skin, smelling like sweat and sex that is not yours, and you know exactly what she’s been doing without one word being said. It’s mean. It’s hot. It’s miserable. It’s the kind of story that leaves you half hard, half sick, staring at your screen like, “Yeah, I would still forgive her.”