Feng’s story looks soft at first glance, like some cozy wholesome VN you’d play on your laptop while pretending you’re a “serious gamer”, but that vibe lasts maybe five minutes. The moment the new “family” shows up, with those impossible curves and that weird tension you feel even when they’re just talking about breakfast, it’s clear what’s really going on. The game plays that slow burn guilt fantasy really hard: he’s adopted, they’re good to him, they’re kind, they’re warm, and your brain is screaming “don’t fuck this up” while your other brain is staring at her tits pressed against the kitchen counter. It’s that mix of comfort and pure filth that makes it work way better than it should. One minute you’re listening to some soft music, picking a dialogue choice about trust and trauma, next minute you’re wondering how long Feng can keep a straight face with his new “sister” bending over the washing machine, skirt riding up, ass basically framed like it was staged for Pornhub.

What surprised me is how much time the game spends on small, normal things and still keeps everything horny. Just walking past a half-open door and catching a glimpse of someone changing, or that scene where you join a movie night on the couch and the camera just lingers too long on a pair of huge tits barely staying inside a tank top. The writing keeps pretending it’s about healing and family and “moving on from tragedy” while it constantly shoves you into situations where touching is one bad decision away. There’s spanking too, and it isn’t some instant BDSM menu. It grows out of the story, like a joke that goes too far and suddenly she’s over your lap, moaning, acting offended but holding position instead of getting up. You get those moments where you pick a choice that sounds innocent, and three lines later you’re staring at a red ass and thinking “yeah, that escalated fast”. I kinda hate that some choices that look like they lead to wild scenes end up just giving you more teasing, but then again, when the payoff finally happens and that “we’re family, we shouldn’t” breaks into “don’t stop”, it hits harder.

The models are very much “porn brain” design: thick asses that fill the screen, nipples poking through thin clothes, legs spread just a bit too wide to be accidental. Not realistic at all, and that’s fine, this isn’t pretending to be a documentary. I liked how a lot of the secrets you dig up during normal dialogue wrap back into sex, like someone’s hidden kink sliding into the conversation while you’re talking about something totally normal. It turns the house into this pressure cooker where everyone is hiding something: jealousy, lust, shame, old wounds. And yes, the step angle is shameless. The game never really lets you forget what line you’re crossing. You’ll get lines about “we’re your new family now” in the same scene where her tits are pressed against your chest, or she’s sitting on your lap just a bit too comfortably, acting like nothing is wrong. It’s trashy and kind of emotional at the same time, which is a weird combo I didn’t expect to work. I do wish it stopped fading to black right at the moment when you want one more camera angle, but it keeps teasing like that on purpose. Not going to change, and maybe it shouldn’t.

Your dad suddenly decides he'd rather chase dick than milk cows, drops a casual “bye” and vanishes, and the whole spoiled city life just collapses in one afternoon. Your mom drags you back to the family farm, where the wi-fi is shit, the air smells like animals, and the only real entertainment is whatever your cock can get you into. The game really leans into that awkward “too close for comfort” family setup: mom trying to pretend everything is normal, you being way too aware of her curves when she bends over to haul a bag of feed, and all those long evenings in a creaky old farmhouse where the doors don’t quite close and nobody remembers to lock anything. It starts “tame” on the surface, like you just help around the place, but the camera loves slow, hungry pans and those tiny moments when a hand lingers too long or a shirt rides up just enough to make your brain go feral. There is a lot of staring. You catch yourself just watching her ass while she’s washing dishes, or spying through a half open door when she thinks she’s alone and her hand is between her legs, biting her lip and whispering your father’s name but clearly not thinking about him. That part hit weirdly hard. And hot. Mostly hot.

What I liked is how the game weaponizes boredom. City porn is all quick, fast, click-click-nut. This feels more like: nothing happens, nothing happens, you jerk off in the barn because you watched mom suck a popsicle weirdly slowly at lunch, then suddenly she walks in while you’re stroking, and instead of a normal reaction, she just freezes, looks at it, blushes, then pretends she saw nothing and tells you to help her with the hay later. But next scene she can’t keep her eyes off your bulge. That slow corruption, both of her and of you, kind of mirrors old incest hentai from the 2000s where the line between “oops accident” and “I am using your cock as my personal coping mechanism” just dissolves. There is also the younger angle, the shota flavor in how the protagonist is framed, like he’s not really fully grown man but absolutely old enough to be dangerous with a hard-on. It plays hard with that contrast: an older, stressed, needy mother with heavy tits and tired eyes who starts by giving you innocent chores, then at some point starts waking you up with her hand “by mistake,” or letting you watch while she “checks if your balls are developing right, because your father isn’t here anymore.” When it escalates to blowjob in the barn, with hay sticking to her knees and her trying not to gag, you realize the whole farm became just a big porn stage: the milking stall looks like a bondage frame, the tractor becomes a place where you pin her against the seat for a quick handjob, the shower is a narrow space where your “accidental” erections rub against her ass every time she tries to squeeze past. And I didn’t even mention the farm girl relative that shows up once, laughs way too loud, and clearly wants to test if family genes are strong by wrapping her lips around you while her aunt pretends not to notice from the hallway. The animated scenes lean dirty and personal rather than polished, like amateur porn where the camera shakes, spit strings hang from her mouth, and your cum lands somewhere a bit wrong. Honestly, sometimes the humor hits at the same time as the arousal, like when mom scolds you for wasting “precious seed” on the floor, then immediately jerks you again “so you don’t stay frustrated” and stares at the dripping mess on her fingers like it’s the only wealth this farm still has. It’s clumsy, horny, and unashamed of what it wants: you watching, you getting watched, hands and mouths where they shouldn’t be, family pretending they still care about morals while kneeling in the hay with your cock down their throat.

This thing feels like some horny slice-of-life anime that accidentally grew a brain. You start as this guy who basically got reshuffled into a new "family" after shit went bad when he was younger, but nobody is actually related. That tiny detail changes the whole vibe. They act like family, they live like family, they fight over stupid stuff like family, but the game keeps poking at that soft spot of "ok, but what if I actually want to fuck them?" And it does not pretend you don’t. The school setting adds this weird double-life feeling: in the morning you’re in uniform, pretending to be normal, then you come back home and your world is full of big tits, tight shorts, and that one pair of yoga pants that should honestly be illegal.

What I liked is how the sandbox part lets you be a bit of a sneaky bastard. You’re not forced into one straight line. You wake up, you check your phone, maybe you jerk off to a photo you grabbed earlier, maybe you go to the bathroom and "accidentally" walk in on someone showering, maybe you go to school and sit in class trying not to pop a full tent because you remember what happened last night on the couch. It’s the little moments that really feel filthy. Like that time I was just clicking through rooms, half distracted, and walked in at the exact time one of the women was alone with a vibrator, legs spread, trying to stay quiet. The animation is short but it hits. Her ass is bouncing slightly, tits moving with her hands, and you have the choice to watch like a creep or interrupt. I picked watch, obviously. No regrets. Well, a few.

The game really loves big asses and huge boobs, like it’s almost a fetish museum sometimes. You’re in the kitchen, you bend down to open a drawer, camera just forgets the drawer and zooms mentally on her ass. In bed scenes, those tits are front and center, and vaginal sex is not some fade-to-black hint, you literally see everything. They like to show you the penetration, the wetness, the slow push in, then suddenly the pace goes crazy and she’s moaning into a pillow so nobody in the next room hears. Sometimes you get sex toys involved, and it actually fits the characters. One girl acts shy as hell, but then you find out she’s been hiding this pink dildo in a stupidly obvious place and using it every time the house is quiet. I got her to admit it in one of the routes and she asked me to "help" her because the toy wasn’t enough anymore. That scene in her room, her on all fours, toy in one hand, you behind her, fucking her while she tries to keep her voice low so the rest of the "family" doesn’t notice, is probably when the game finally clicked for me. It pretends to be wholesome, but everyone’s horny, lonely and pretending not to be, and the game just lets all that pressure leak out in the dirtiest way possible.

Ian wakes up in that cramped room again, phone in hand, bored out of his skull, lockdown bullshit outside, and the house full of women who act like they own his balls. Mom glides around like a queen in yoga pants that should honestly be illegal, pretending everything is “normal”, while the sisters treat him like a chew toy: mocking his morning wood, “accidentally” walking in on him, throwing his dirty boxers at his face, laughing when he blushes. At first it’s the usual routine, him jerking off quietly with one earbud in, Pornhub on low brightness, trying not to make the bed squeak while the whole place is just heavy with frustration he can’t do anything about. Then that stupid news report flashes on the TV, the one that changes the mood of the house from “haha, you loser” to “oh, we can really do this now” in about two seconds. You can almost feel the air getting sticky after that, like the walls are listening.

The fun part is how fast everyone drops the fake innocence. Mom starts leaning over the table more, her tits basically falling out while she “asks” him to help around the house. She knows he is staring at her ass when she bends, you can see that tiny smirk on her lips when she pretends not to. One sister starts using his room as her private dressing cabin, standing there in panties that barely count as clothing, talking to him about useless TikTok drama while she’s pulling on tight jeans that can barely contain her ass, and sometimes she “forgets” to close the zipper. Another one just goes straight for his ego, calling him her “little pet,” sitting on his lap, grinding casually like it’s nothing, then shoving him away and laughing when he’s hard and desperate. The game lets you decide if Ian finally bites back or just sinks deeper. You can make him talk back, pin them down, grab their throats lightly while they roll their eyes and moan anyway, or you keep him as the humiliated toy that wipes their cum off the floor and thanks them for letting him taste it. It’s not soft at all when they decide to break him either, they bully him about his size, make him cum in his own underwear, force him to stay like that while they keep teasing. Sometimes the “jokes” go too far and the game just shrugs and keeps going, which honestly fits.

What really got me was how the house turns into this messy sandbox of power games. One evening you have Mom on the couch, drunk on wine, kind of needy, pulling his hand under her shirt and telling him he’s “such a good boy,” and you can go from that gentle milf worship to making her kneel on the floor and open her mouth because you’re tired of her acting like she’s in charge. The next day his sister corners him in the bathroom, locks the door, sits on the sink with her legs open and says “lick or I scream,” and if you play it submissive she’ll ride his face until he can’t breathe and snap a selfie with mascara running, using him like a sex toy. Or you flip it and make him grab her hips, eat her out just enough and then refuse to let her cum, walking away while she’s shaking and pissed. There’s a nasty humor running through the whole thing, little lines where they mock each other, highlight how fucked up the situation is, then just double down on it. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid meme reference during a blowjob, next moment you’re making the whole family kneel in front of the TV like some twisted worship scene, or you’re the one on your knees, jerking off while they compare his dick to guys on OnlyFans and rate him like a product. It’s all cramped rooms, soft couches, phone screens lighting up sweaty skin, masturbation in the shower while someone knocks on the door asking what’s taking so long. It feels like being locked in a porn fantasy that forgot where the line was supposed to be, and no one in that house is actually looking for it anyway.