James looks like that guy you see at the gym who has his shit together, but the game opens when his body basically says “nah, not today” and puts him on his ass. Suddenly the dude who used to be the stable husband, the protector, is weak as hell, running on pills and doctor visits, and his head is just as fucked as his body. You feel it from the start: he’s scared his wife will see him as broken, less of a man. And yeah, the game actually leans hard into that, not just for drama, but for sex too. Weak body, weak morals, strong dick confusion.

Valerie, his wife, is not some cardboard cutout. She starts all sweet loyal partner, but you can see her frustration creep in each time you click through. She still loves him, but the “no sex, only cuddles” routine is wearing her down. When they take this “healing vacation” together, it feels like a last try to feel normal again. Instead, shit goes sideways. He runs into a ghost from his past, something he never told Valerie about, something that hits him right in his pride. This is where you start getting that nasty mix of jealousy, curiosity and horny panic. The game lets you sit in that feeling. You watch him watching his wife, noticing every look she gives someone else, every time she dresses just a bit more revealing for the hotel bar, every “innocent” chat that lasts too long. He knows he started this by lying and by being too proud to admit he’s scared, but he still gets off on the fear of losing her. It’s messy and kind of hot in a way that feels wrong.

Sex scenes are not just “click to fuck, next.” The best ones come out of small tensions: a comment about how another guy looked at her, a bottle of wine too much, James being too tired to perform and Valerie not pushing it, but her nipples still hard through the thin top while they sit on the balcony. The camera really loves her body, the curves, the way her clothes cling when she’s not even trying to be sexy. Later, when things start getting more risky, when she’s walking around the resort in outfits that are basically a dare, the game slides into that pervy thrill really smoothly. You get those moments where she “accidentally” bends too low, or lets a stranger’s eyes wander over her a little too long, and James is there, half turned on, half dying inside. The crazy part is that sometimes he’s imagining scenes that might not even be happening, and the line between fantasy and reality blurs in his head. That’s where the game is nastiest: it makes you complicit in him wanting to see his own wife on display, even while he’s pretending he hates it. And you kinda want to see it too.

Takuro landing in Saint Arcadia feels like someone dropped a horny shonen protagonist into a hentai visual novel and forgot to give him a filter. It’s this “nice transfer guy” vibe on the surface, but the whole school is basically a pressure cooker of thirsty girls, teachers, and those strict student council types pretending they care about discipline while they’re secretly dripping. The game doesn’t even waste much time pretending to be innocent. One minute you’re sitting in this prim classroom with all the usual school crap, next minute the class rep is locking the door and explaining the rules of her “oral exam” with her mouth full. And yeah, his “special power” is exactly what you think it is: he fucks like he’s min-maxed a sex stats spreadsheet in a JRPG, and the girls treat it like a rare resource to capture or abuse.

What hit me is how fast it slides from goofy wish-fulfillment into this twisted power game. You’ve got the dom girls who put a collar on him, tie him up and make him cum just with toys and dirty whispering, like they’re trying to prove they own his dick. Then on another route there’s blackmail, where he suddenly flips the script, uses some secret he finds out, and you get that messed up “you thought you were in control, now open your legs and beg for it” vibe. One run I ended up in a clubroom scene with two girls going down on him at the same time, playing this cruel little game where one deepthroats, the other licks his ass, and they argue who can make him shoot harder. The voices there really help, they moan and gasp in that shameless Japanese way, panting through multiple penetrations, and yeah, sometimes the fake sobbing is a bit much, I had to mute my speakers and swap to headphones on my phone like I’m hiding porn from my own walls. There is also this weirdly hot scene where a teacher makes him “study after class,” riding him in the empty classroom, tits bouncing on his face while she worries about being seen, but still keeps fucking him harder.

The exhibition stuff is where it gets extra filthy. Like that moment in the hallway where a girl is jerking him off behind a pillar, classmates walking by, and she insists he can’t cum until someone looks in their direction. Or the rooftop scene where she sits on his cock, skirt pulled up, panties pushed aside, pretending to talk about homework while he’s fucking her from behind and she’s trying not to moan too loud. There’s even a sleep sex bit that honestly made me pause: him sliding his fingers into a sleeping girl’s pussy, then slowly pushing his cock in while she’s half-awake, mumbling his name, not really pushing him away either. The game doesn’t moralize, it just goes “yeah, this is happening” and moves on. Anal shows up less than I expected, but when it does, it’s usually tied to some “punishment” scene from a dominant girl, making him lick her pussy first, then ramming his cock into her ass while she calls him her toy, which is hilarious because he’s the one with the super dick. The only thing that annoyed me is one line in the UI they never translated properly, just sits there in Japanese and every time I see it I get slightly pissed, then immediately forget because someone is bouncing on his lap and screaming his name again.

Game hits you right away with that “back home from college, everything’s familiar but completely fucked up now” vibe. You’re the same guy, but your old place is not the same, and mostly it’s because every woman around you decided to grow curves like it’s a competition. The first time you walk through the door, the camera just lingers a bit too long on your tenant bending over the coffee table, and it’s not subtle at all. Big tits hanging in that tight top, ass hugged by leggings, her pretending she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing. The game loves that kind of awkward, horny silence. You click through simple dialogue, nothing fancy, but the timing of the shots does the heavy lifting. You’re just standing there, sharing small talk, while her nipples are basically screaming through the fabric and you’re trying not to stare. Of course you stare.

The whole thing plays like a slow burn that keeps forgetting it’s supposed to be slow. One moment you’re just getting back into the house routine, your “roommate” acting like it’s totally normal to walk around in a towel she’s clearly outgrown, dropping hints and teasing. Next scene, you catch her in the hallway late at night, playing with herself with the door half open like she wants you to see. That voyeur flavor is strong. Camera peeking from the doorway, her hand between her thighs, tits bouncing in these short, looping animations that repeat just long enough to make you feel like a creep for watching and still not clicking ahead. She moans your name way earlier in the story than it should make sense, but it still hits. And in the middle of that, the game throws in those cheap little mobile popups for choices, like you’re answering a WhatsApp message instead of deciding if you walk away or walk in. Of course you don’t walk away. Nobody does.

There’s this one scene on the balcony that kinda sums the whole game up. Tenant in a too-tight dress, city lights behind her, pretending she’s just enjoying the fresh air while leaning forward against the railing, ass sticking out like a porn thumbnail. She starts talking about how she never really moved on while you were gone, how business kept her busy and all that, but the shot just slowly sinks to her cleavage and stays there. Her dress rides up with every small movement and you can see she didn’t bother with panties. She knows you’re looking, and the dialogue lets you play innocent or openly filthy. If you push it, she “accidentally” drops something, bends all the way down, and the animation of you stepping in close behind her is smooth enough that it feels more intimate than it has any right to on a phone screen. Oral gets worked in pretty naturally too, like when she kneels to “help you relax after a stressful day” and keeps eye contact the whole time, spit shining your cock while her huge tits press together and jiggle with every slow stroke. It’s crude and a bit trashy and somehow that’s exactly why it works. By the time your roommate is walking around braless at breakfast, nipples poking through that thin shirt like she forgot what modesty even means, the line between family, tenant, roommate, all that, is just gone. It becomes one long, horny fantasy about coming home and every woman in the house secretly wanting you, watching you, touching themselves because of you, and half the fun is pretending you’re shocked when the next boundary gets crossed.

Black Balance Collapse feels like someone took a messy relationship group chat and just left you alone with it while everything goes to shit in slow motion. You’re basically living inside Lucas’s phone, watching his world shrink to a green WhatsApp bubble and those fake-perfect Instagram squares while his girl Frida starts getting way too comfortable in a neighborhood she clearly wasn’t ready for. No long intro, you’re just there, scrolling messages, reacting, overthinking every emoji she sends, and comparing yourself to a bunch of huge dudes you barely even see at first, but you feel them in every line of text. They’re taller, darker, more confident, more broke-but-chill than you, and the game keeps poking that insecurity until it hurts a bit.

What got me is how horny and pathetic it feels at the same time. You see Frida posting thirst-trappy photos, a bit more skin each time, a new comment from one of the guys, maybe a DM that pops up just off-screen, and your brain instantly goes “she’s getting dick right now” even when nothing explicit happened yet. Then, later, it does happen. Or maybe it doesn’t, depending on how you play, but the tension is already there. There’s a scene where you’re reading their conversation and she “forgets” to tell you she went to hang out with them again, late, and the chat bubble just hangs there while the music is doing that chill lo-fi beat, like something from those 24/7 YouTube study streams, only here you’re not studying, you’re waiting to find out if your girl is getting stretched on some nasty old couch. The soundtrack is too calm for the shit that’s going on, and I actually like that. It makes the corruption feel slow, like rust, not like porn logic.

Sex scenes aren’t just “click and fap”. You get the voyeur feeling hard. Sometimes Lucas gets a pic, sometimes just a line like “they were joking about me” and your imagination fills in way worse stuff than the CG actually shows. There’s dirty talk over the phone, her describing what they did, or him listening to some audio she “accidentally” sends. Interracial angle is not subtle at all. They’re black, they’re big, they know it, and Lucas is just this average dude counting bills and wondering if he’ll ever make her moan like that again. You get anal, oral, all the usual, but what sticks is when she starts enjoying the attention way too much and you still click the option to trust her, like an idiot. Or you lean into it, push the corruption stat, and watch her go from shy girlfriend to exhibitionist who doesn’t really bother to hide her cheating anymore, even posing for Instagram like it’s normal to have those bruised thighs and tired smile after “a long night with friends”. NTR being avoidable is funny, because the game keeps tempting you to fuck up your own peace of mind, and half the time you’re horny enough to let it happen. And yeah, sometimes I wished the phone UI had one more little sound effect on message popups, some tiny detail like that, but whatever, I’m still thinking of that one scene where she’s on video call, lights low, hand between her legs, telling you she misses you while you both know exactly whose cum is still dripping out of her.