Game feels like someone grabbed Sword Art vibes, soaked them in jealousy and cum, then forgot to clean up the mess. In a good way. Kinda. You start as this pretty average guy who just wants to grind mobs, level gear, and then grind his hot VR girlfriend in the love hotel after. She’s got that classic big tits, big ass, school uniform thing going, but the dev keeps teasing more than giving at first. Lots of slow camera pans, skirt lifting, the way her thighs squeeze together when she pretends to be embarrassed. She’s like a burlesque routine in a sailor uniform, all “no no no” while her bra is already halfway off. In my head I was already planning how I’d do a fan dance to that scene, drop the fans right when she goes down on you in the alley behind the school. But anyway, then Inoda shows up with his stupid “stealth” thing and his weak-looking avatar and suddenly the game stops being just about you milking your girl and starts being about “who’s watching who” a lot.

What I really liked is how the combat and the sex are tied together, but not in that forced way where every fight is just a porn scene with HP bars. The turn based stuff is simple, but the tension is from “ok if I fuck up this boss again, I have to watch Inoda be alone with her… again.” You can feel that VRMMO addict rhythm: log in, grind, party with your girl, then there’s this extra guy third-wheeling, always “needing help” with something. At first you’re just happy to show off, like, yeah, look at my girl heal you, look at her cute butt in that armor. Then the camera starts doing those POV shots when she leans a bit too close to him on the field, or she laughs at one of his lame jokes, and you see his hand accidentally brush her tits in the crowded teleport lobby. Accidentally. Sure. I hate how the game makes you watch that. I also love it. It’s like a slow striptease that’s not for you anymore. In one dungeon, you’re fighting some big monster thing, and there’s this moment where he goes down, she runs over to “check on him,” and the game gives you this little voyeur angle of her ass tight in that skirt as she bends over him. My brain went straight to a chair dance choreography, grinding on some invisible guy while my real partner has to watch and pretend it’s just “part of the act.” Except here it’s not an act. Or it is, but you’re the audience, not the star.

The real fun is when the stealth stuff kicks in outside the actual game. You get that feeling something is off before the protagonist does. He’s still like “we’re just helping a friend,” while I’m staring at the screen yelling, “dude, he’s literally using his skill on your life.” There’s a scene where you log out of the VR world and you’re back in school, and suddenly Inoda is just there, talking to her like they’re classmates for ages. No fanfare. No build up. Just casual little touches, her laughing, his eyes sliding down to her chest for a half second too long. You can tell she notices and doesn’t pull away fast enough. The game loves this teasing stage: half-gropes on the train, her blouse stretched, that one shot where his hand is way too low on her waist, and you know if he moves two centimeters he’s palming her ass. It keeps dangling the line between exhibitionism and netorare. She’s still “your” girl, calling you darling, sitting on your lap in your room, jerking you off under the desk while you talk about game strategy. Then suddenly she’s texting someone behind your back, and the next time you’re in VR, Inoda’s character is doing better than he should, like someone’s been giving him late-night one-on-one tutorials. You get these animated sex scenes that feel like they’re building to the classic happy creampie ending, you buried deep inside her pussy, she moans your name, your cum spilling out, that warm “she’s mine” feeling. Except then you notice a tiny detail, like the mark on her neck that you didn’t put there, or she slips and uses the wrong name, or the camera angle feels off, like you’re not the only one watching. It’s small stuff like that that stuck with me, more than the actual blowjob scenes. Those are fine. Good throat sounds, decent animations. But the real kick is that slow sinking feeling when you realize the voyeur in this game might not be you. Or maybe it is, but you’re watching your own role fade, one thrust at a time.

This one feels like somebody grabbed the old Hogwarts trainer thing, threw a bunch of filthy mods in a cauldron, shook it, forgot to stir properly, then accidentally created something that is half disaster, half “holy shit I need to replay that scene with the sound on max.” It is messy, yeah, but in a good, horny way. You’re this male protagonist pretending to be all serious and academic while you basically run an underground sex management project around the school. Classes are just an excuse to push girls into new “tasks,” and every time you think you saw all the kinks, the game drops some weird potion or outfit that changes the whole vibe of a scene. One time I clicked the wrong dialogue option with Hermione, thought I’d get another cheap handjob loop, and suddenly she’s in this humiliation path where she has to strip in front of a crowd and the crowd noise sounds like someone recorded a Twitch chat in heat, all layered whispers and low laughs. The way the moans sit on top of that is surprisingly well mixed, not too loud, like they actually thought about it. Then the next scene, same girl, the slapping sound on her ass is like it was recorded with a potato, totally different quality. It’s charming and annoying at same time.

What the game does best is this mix of corruption and voyeur stuff with very specific girls. Like Luna, for example. Her scenes have this floaty, airy soundtrack behind them, almost too soft, so when the groping starts and she’s being pushed into exhibitionism, the tiny gasp sounds feel extra sharp. There’s a bit where you use a potion, her tits swell up, and she’s lactating on the staircase while students “walk by” off screen. You don’t see them, but you hear these faint footsteps and the dull murmur of people trying not to look. That tiny background murmur? That shit stuck in my head more than the actual titfuck. In another path I had Tonks accidentally slip into a futa form while cosplaying a student, and the first time she pulls out her cock the game hits you with this sticky, squelchy sound that you usually only hear in cheap hentai games, but here it kinda works because everything else is already dirty. Then thirty seconds later a blowjob scene kicks in and the wet mouth audio loops slightly off beat with the animation and I couldn’t unhear it anymore. Suddenly I’m not thinking “hot” but “can someone please trim that loop in Audacity.” By the way, the tentacle scenes are strangely quiet. You’d expect gross slime sound, right? But instead there’s more focus on the girl’s breathing and the cuffs clinking, very ASMR. I replayed one Luna tentacle scene just to listen how the pitch of her moans rises when the text mentions a new tendril inside her ass. Whoever synced that did it by hand, I’m almost sure, because it goes slightly out of sync if you click too fast through the dialogue.

The group sex events get wild in theory, with mind control and blackmail pushing girls who would never agree into this pile of bodies in some hidden classroom, but sound wise they’re kind of a mess. Too many moans at same time, no clear layering, sometimes Hermione and Cho share the same voice sample so you hear the same little whimper coming from two sides of the screen. It’s funny once, then you start noticing it everywhere. On the other hand, the simple masturbation scenes where you peek from a keyhole or from behind a statue are weirdly intimate. Just one girl, some rustle of clothing, fingers sliding over skin, the creak of an old bed in the dorm, and the occasional little frustrated sigh when she can’t cum yet because the corruption value is not high enough. That small detail of the bed creak, actually, reminded me of an old RPGMaker porn thing I played on Newgrounds, where the only good asset was the sound of the wooden floor. Same energy here. The game has this “evolving outfits” idea where the same uniform slowly turns more slutty as you push them further, and it affects not only visuals but also the little cloth sounds and jewelry jingles. Spanking someone in a plain robe sounds dull and flat, do it again when she’s basically in a harness and stockings and suddenly you hear the slap, the buckle rattle, the tiny ring on her nipple bouncing. No idea if that was intentional, but I noticed. There are things that straight up feel unfinished, like some anal scenes with Susan that have no proper sound at all, just generic loop, but then you’ll hit a lesbian scene in the showers where the echo of their voices against the tiles is so nice I actually paused my Spotify to hear it clean. It’s that kind of game. Half broken, half genius, and somehow the sound makes the dirtiest parts feel even more wrong in a very good way.

City is fucked, virus hit, and suddenly this quiet nobody from the council wakes up with “congrats, you’re the mayor now, everyone else is dead or gone.” That’s pretty much the whole vibe. No fancy hero intro, you just walk out into streets that feel half-abandoned, half-hungry, and every girl you meet is either scared of you, wants something from you, or ends up on her knees because the new laws say so. Power here is not metaphor, it’s literally “sign a paper and that shy nurse is now legally required to spread her legs for public morale.” The game leans very hard into that fantasy where your word is the only rule that matters, and every scene is built around that: city hall office sex with the blinds wide open, turning a rescue shelter into your private harem base, using “health checkups” as excuse to bend a trembling secretary over your desk and fuck her raw while she tries to still call you “Mr. Mayor” without choking on your cock. It plays like a corruption sandbox, but the corruption is half on them and half on you, because early on you may actually try to be nice and then the game keeps tempting you with easy shortcuts like “legalized prostitution as economic stimulus” and suddenly you are running a citywide brothel network with branded uniforms.

What really hooked me was how casual the mind control and paranormal stuff creeps in. At first it’s legal pressure and fear. Then you unlock these weird powers after a shady lab scene, and now you can just touch a girl’s forehead and flip a switch inside her, turn a proud cop into a cock-hungry slave who still wears her badge while you make her suck you off in a dark alley, knowing patrol cams are catching every second because you ordered surveillance to stay online “for safety reasons.” The more you abuse it, the more the girls change, not just dialogue, but their whole attitude. That quiet librarian who used to flinch when you mentioned public punishment? Later she’s volunteering to get chained naked in the square, dripping while the crowd watches and you decide if she gets her first anal pounding there in front of everyone or in your private room with her mouth full and her ass already lubed from your last creampie. There’s group scenes where your personal harem kneels in a line and you just walk along, using them one by one, some trying to impress you with deepthroat, others begging for cum inside because in this broken city, being pregnant with the mayor’s kid is basically a golden ticket. It’s filthy, unpolished in a way that actually fits the setting, and yeah, sometimes the game trips over its own ambition, like a choice menu that promises moral dilemma but really only asks if you want to fuck her in the ass first or keep her pussy untouched for later. Still, when I was signing a “public morale decree” while some big-titted ex-councilwoman rode my dick on the mayoral throne, moaning that she used to be your boss and now she’s your slave, it felt exactly like the kind of wrong, nasty fantasy this sort of game is supposed to be.

Middle-aged, bored, thinks he’s clever because he learned how to delete browser history on mobile. That’s your guy here. He’s got the comfy house, the quiet wife who’s more interested in TV than his dick, and a work schedule that never changes. Then some young girl turns up waving a piece of paper that basically screams “You fucked up years ago.” It doesn’t wait long with the teasing either. You’re in control of him, but honestly half the time it feels like you’re trying to steer a dick that already made all the decisions before the brain caught up. One scene you’re in the office pretending to work, next scene you’re with your side-piece giving her a sloppy blowjob in a parked car, phone buzzing with messages from your wife asking about dinner.

The cool thing is how it keeps the sex close to the everyday stuff. Like, you’re doing boring paperwork, the girl who might be your daughter texts something innocent, and your mind goes straight into the gutter on its own. There is this bit where you’re in the shower, jerking off quietly so the wife doesn’t hear, and the game cuts between water on tiles and these little animated flashes of the girls you’ve been messing with. Not just still pics, actual movement, hips grinding slow, lips around your cock, spit running down, that kind of cheap but effective stuff that hits harder than it should on a small phone screen. You can almost feel the towel getting cold while you decide if you answer your wife’s call or keep your hand going. Later there is a scene on the balcony where you’re supposed to just smoke and relax, but of course some girl shows up in clothes that might as well be legal trouble. She leans over the rail, he tries to keep it casual, and you can scroll through his shitty internal monologue while her tits bounce in this loop that looks like someone animated it at 3 in the morning after too much coffee. At some point she straight up reaches into his pants, and you get this messy handjob with cars passing below, tiny streaks of light while your cum hits her fingers. It’s not classy, but it’s honest. The cheating angle is treated like brushing your teeth: something he does because it’s there. You’ll go from lazy couch talk with the wife to having your cock sucked in a stairwell so fast you barely remember how you got there, and the game doesn’t bother justifying it. Half the choices feel like excuses you’d tell yourself in real life. “It’s just a little flirting.” Sure, until you’re balls deep in some girl you met by accident, trying not to say the wrong name while she rides you and your phone lights up on the floor. There is this one hotel room scene where he’s supposed to have a serious talk, but you know how that goes. Clothes forgotten on a chair, her on her knees, tongue on the shaft, slow strokes, his hands awkward because he’s still pretending this is about feelings. And somewhere under all that, there is the whole “birth certificate” thing hanging over his head, but it slides in and out of focus like a bad habit you keep ignoring. You get little moments where he’s alone on the bed, scrolling through messages, jerking off to some pic he swore he deleted, trying to convince himself he’s still a good guy while the game quietly laughs at him in the background.