Jack is that smug asshole you would instantly block on Instagram, except here you’re stuck in the same shitty town with him and his dad owns basically every thug on the street. The girl you play as is doing the classic “good student with garbage salary jobs” thing, dragging herself from school to work, trying to keep food on the table for her brother and her useless father. Then she hears the wrong thing at the wrong alley behind the school gate. Suddenly this isn’t just about grades and rent, it’s about a rich crime prince deciding she’s a loose end that needs to be handled. Small problem for him: she isn’t some screaming victim who faints at the first punch. The first time he sends a guy to scare her, you can actually put that bastard on the ground, boot on his chest, and feel the game quietly saying: yeah, she hits back.

From that moment, everything starts dripping into sex and power stuff, and it sneaks up on you. At the start she is stiff, almost painfully “pure”. First scene in her cramped bathroom, she is doing this awkward fast masturbation, trying not to wake anybody, biting her lip, half guilty, half desperate. Camera stays too long on her fingers and that cheap plastic phone light, you can almost feel how cold the tiles are. Then school scenes bring the slow rot. A teacher “accidentally” presses against her chest when he helps her with homework, students bump into her in the corridor and use every excuse to grope her ass. It begins as these small touches she tries to ignore, then you get dialogue options like “stay quiet and endure it” or “threaten to scream” and both paths somehow drag her deeper. Jack figures out very fast that she has someone to protect, and the blackmail snowballs: one lewd photo in the storage room so he deletes a video, one humiliating blowjob in his car so a debt magically disappears. Sometimes she is trembling, sometimes she looks straight at him with that angry, wet-eyed stare while she is on her knees, spit and cum on her tongue, and it is honestly hotter than any fake moaning. There is a club arc later where she has to strip on stage for quick dirty cash, and if you corrupt her far enough she starts arching her back and grinding on the pole like she owns the place, but there is always this tiny dead look in her eyes that reminds you this is survival, not some happy porn audition.

The game loves crossing the line with control. One route turns her part-time job into this twisted BDSM playground for a rich client, where he uses ropes and toys on her while she pretends it is “just another gig”. She goes in as a virgin just trying to keep her body intact long enough to escape the city, and the first full sex scene is brutally intimate. Slow, a bit clumsy, condom “forgotten” on purpose, you can see the exact second she realizes he is going to finish inside and there is nothing she can do without ruining everything she sacrificed. The creampie is not fireworks, it is a trap locking in. Later, when she actually starts to want it, there are scenes where she rides him in some shady motel, hand over his mouth, whispering filthy things you would not expect from the shy girl from the intro. Oral, rough groping in stairwells, being shoved against the school lockers while pretending to resist because the hallway cameras are on, that kinda pervy tension. Since it is a mobile game, I kept playing on the train with brightness way too low, swiping through choices with one thumb and praying nobody behind me could see when Jack’s hand slid into her panties during a “normal” lunch break. There is this tiny chat popup that keeps asking to rate the game and it appears directly on top of her face sometimes during a sex scene, which pissed me off so much I almost dropped the phone, but then I still went back to check a different corruption branch right after. And I still have no idea why the loading tip keeps mentioning a mechanic that never actually shows up in any route I tried, but whatever.

You wake up in this therapy center with your brain feeling like someone hit “delete” on half your save files, and the person in charge of fixing you is a woman who definitely should not be allowed to call what she does “therapy”. Miss Lust looks at your trauma like it’s a puzzle she’s horny to solve, and every “session” is basically her asking “what if we push you just a bit further?” then shoving you off the cliff instead. One moment she’s talking gently about memory blocks, the next she’s got you on your knees, collar around your neck, making you shuffle a deck of cards that decides if you’re going to get your ass stretched, your clothes taken away, or your dignity ripped apart in front of people who should not be watching but totally are. The whole card thing sounds simple until you realize it’s not about winning, it’s about how badly you’re willing to lose. You draw a card, suddenly you owe her worship, or your body gets put on display to some stranger behind a glass wall, or she turns your “normal” male protagonist into this confused pretty sissy who starts to like the high heels way too fast. And you tell yourself “this is fucked up, I’m being corrupted”, while at the same time moving the mouse to pick the filthier option because curiosity is a worse dom than Miss Lust.

The game loves to tease that maybe there is romance, maybe she actually cares, then five minutes later she’s auctioning you off for a “special session” with a futa client who treats your ass like it’s public property while Miss Lust just watches, taking notes like it’s a science project. There is this one scene where you stand naked in a corridor with nothing but a card in your hand, and the rule is that you can’t cover yourself at all while strangers pass by and comment, and one woman stops just to step on your cock with her heel, then smiles like she is tipping a waiter. Then later, Miss Lust offers you a “soft” option with cuddles and vaginal sex that almost feels tender, and the game has the nerve to make that feel more humiliating than the gangbang because suddenly you care what she thinks. There are branching paths that turn you into her obedient slave, her little toy prostituted to other patients, the secret lover she hides behind professional talk, or the broken thing that gets off on being called pathetic while licking her feet. The voyeur stuff gets wild too, like that card that forces you to watch another patient being transformed, stripped, and used by two women and one guy while you jerk under the table, trying not to get caught, and if you fail the check she drags you out by the hair and makes you finish in front of them. It is messy, horny, occasionally weirdly sweet, and then it slaps you with NTR flavor just when you start to feel safe. Honestly I wish there was one path where you just say “nope” and go to normal therapy, but also, I’d never click it.

You’re stuck on this tired old cruise ship that’s pretending to be classy, but everyone on board is horny, bored, or both. You’re the first officer, so you’re supposed to care about navigation and safety and all that, but let’s be real: you’re mostly walking around the decks thinking “who on this tub is going to end up on their knees in my cabin tonight.” The ship has that fake luxury vibe, faded carpets, uniforms a bit too tight, and a lot of MILFs trying to drink away their marriages. Half of your “job” becomes wandering the halls, bars, cabins, and staff-only corridors, poking into people’s business, catching them doing dumb shit, then figuring out how to twist that into something perverted. One moment you’re “helping” a married guest who locked herself out of her cabin wearing only a towel, the next you’re in her room, her huge tits spilling out of a half-buttoned shirt, and she’s begging you not to tell her husband she was flirting with the bartender. The way the game handles that shift from normal to filthy is surprisingly smooth. You ask a slightly too personal question, she stutters, looks away, cheeks getting red, and then suddenly she’s on the bed, legs spread, panties halfway down her thighs, giving this messy ahegao face while you rail her and the camera jumps to a slick internal shot of your cock hammering her pussy. It feels filthy in a very… lowkey human way. Not subtle, just human.

What I liked a lot is how sound is treated here. It’s not Hollywood level or something, but moans actually change depending on how hard you’re going, and there’s this wet slapping sound during titfucks that hits way harder than it should. Handjobs have that skin-on-skin friction noise that makes you want to crank the volume, even though it’s kind of embarrassing when her voice jumps an octave and you realize you left your headphones unplugged. The blowjob scenes are nice and nasty, deep sucking sounds and little choke gags that sync well with the animation. There’s one scene on deck at night, near the rail, where a uniformed officer MILF you’ve slowly corrupted drops to her knees, unzips you, and starts a slow, teasing blowjob while you can still hear the distant ocean and faint cruise ambience in the background. That mix of calm ship sounds with her sloppy oral is weirdly hot. Not perfect though. Footjob sounds are a bit off for me, like the audio is reused from a handjob, so your brain is going “those are toes, not fingers, come on.” But the visual of her leaning back on the cabin couch, bare feet stroking your cock up and down while she stares at you with this smug “you’re so weak” look and calls you out for blackmailing her earlier still works. The humiliation vibe is not extreme, more like “I caught you doing something you shouldn’t and now you’ll jerk off when I say,” especially with the crew girls you slowly push from shy into full-on corruption territory. One of my favorite moments was cornering a strict officer in a storage room, using a bit of leverage you got from snooping her private stuff, then making her strip piece by piece. The sound of her breathing getting heavier every time a uniform button pops, the tiny cloth shuffle when she drops her skirt, then eventually you’ve got her in only her cap and open shirt, tits huge and bouncing while you fuck her against stacked boxes. You get mouth, tits, pussy, even a quick internal view and her brain-glazed ahegao as you fill her. The game lets you wander, poke, push people too far, then jerk off alone in your cabin when you screw up and someone only lets you watch them masturbate instead of touching. It’s messy, a bit mean, horny in a very direct way, like a long, filthy vacation where the only thing you don’t care about is the actual destination.

Train home, one hand on the phone, other hand pretending to hold the rail, and this game pops back in my head again. That dumb little title I opened “just for a quick peek” on Firefox between Slack pings, and then suddenly I’m watching this kinda pathetic, kinda hot Futa MC jerking off in a school locker room to a girl’s cardigan like it’s the Holy Grail. Asuna is exactly that type: quiet, looks normal, huge secret between her legs, brain packed with way too much horny. It’s all school corridors, after-class empty rooms, the faint smell you imagine from gym clothes and panties stuffed into a bag. She’s obsessed with Sakurako in such a messy, stalker way that it should feel wrong, but the writing leans into it so hard it becomes this weirdly honest fantasy of “what if my crush actually caught me doing this and didn’t freak out, just stared and said keep going”. When Sakurako sees her buried in the closet, dick out, using her clothes like a tissue, the whole mood flips in like two lines. No big romance speech, just that one line where she asks to watch, and suddenly the whole story pivots from secret perv to exhibition pet project. That turn is where the game sold me. I was already on board for the jerk-off-in-uniforms stuff, but it hits different when the target of the lust starts leaning in instead of running away.

Scenes feel like they’re written by someone who has actually edged to eroge in a cramped apartment and not some “professional” writer polishing every line. There’s a lot of clumsy phrasing, some horny repetition, and the audio is that super recognizable Japanese voice style where the girl sounds half embarrassed, half demon in heat. Sometimes the moans go on a bit too long while the text is saying almost nothing, and I kept tapping through like, yeah yeah I get it, she’s panting, please let me see what she does next with that toy. But then a line would land perfectly, like when Sakurako casually orders Asuna to stroke slower while she’s still in uniform, one shoe slipped off, and I just stopped and reread it. The power dynamic is funny because Asuna is the one with the dick, but she’s also the one basically chained by her own crush, getting told when to jerk, when to stop, where to cum. There’s a scene with her on her knees under a desk, trying to keep quiet while someone passes outside the classroom, and I actually grinned like an idiot on the subway, which is… not ideal. The different routes sneak up on you too. I picked choices almost at random on my phone, thinking “okay, this is clearly the horny option”, and then later I realized I completely locked myself into a more twisted relationship path without noticing. One run I ended up with a really intimate mutual play scene that felt almost sweet, the next I got something colder and way more humiliating, same two girls, same setting, just slightly different chain of “yes” to her requests. Some of the AI-touched art looks off in tiny places, like fingers fused weird or a stray strand of hair doing impossible gymnastics, and it pulled me out for a second, but then the next frame would hit me with Asuna’s face glazed and eyes rolled up, full ahegao, and honestly my brain just shut up and let it happen. Perfect for those shameless “five minutes in the bathroom with Chrome incognito and headphones half in” kind of sessions.