Rilly looks like the kind of girl who would bully you on Discord, send you a cursed meme, then accidentally ruin your whole life with one drunk selfie. The game drops you right inside her mess: phones buzzing, group chats exploding, horny DMs stacking up while she’s trying to remember what the hell happened that night. You’re not some big hero, you’re basically a creep with a god view of her phone and her camera roll, watching her stumble through secrets and lies while everyone around her wants something from her body or her reputation. The fun part is how the game weaponizes humiliation. One minute she’s teasing some loser virgin in chat, calling him pathetic while dangling a blurred pic as “reward,” and the next moment you’re the one realizing everyone might have a copy of a photo she doesn’t even remember taking, and she’s the one on the leash. It’s hot in a kind of ugly way. Not elegant porn, just messy, spiteful, phone-screen sex drama.

What hooked me is how much of the action is in text and tiny choices instead of giant porn buttons. You’re reading chat logs, watching her type and delete messages, trying to decide if she flirts harder, plays the cruel goth queen, or just panics. I had this one scene where she’s on voice call, camera off, and the guy on the other side is begging to see her feet. She rolls her eyes, slams her legs on the table, snaps a lazy foot pic with chipped black nail polish, sends it, and the game instantly flips to his POV-style messages, full meltdown, thanking his “goddess” while she spams “lol” and calls him her little toy. The animation is AI CG, kind of uncanny but in a way that fits the vibe: her pink hair looks too perfect, her tongue out in stupid ahegao faces while her eyes still look tired and empty from the hangover. It’s not cinematic or clean, but that’s why it works. It feels like you’re scrolling through some cursed Twitter thread you shouldn’t see. And every time a new voyeur angle appears, like a hallway photo where she clearly didn’t hold the phone, you get this mix of “fuck, that’s hot” and “oh shit, someone is watching her all the time.”

The game pretends you’re here to help her “find the truth,” but honestly it keeps pushing you to be just as shitty as the people around her. You can choose to leak something in a chat to humiliate another girl, and the side effect is Rilly getting dragged harder in a group call later. There’s a sequence where she’s drunk, camera on, and some guy is talking softly, guiding her to strip piece by piece “for fun,” and the UI quietly shows more viewers joining without her noticing. Virgin guys get roasted, worshippers get stepped on, and Rilly shifts from bratty dom energy to shaking, embarrassed mess when someone plays a saved audio of her moaning back to her in a later call. The netorare angle creeps in too: you’re reading a log where some dude is bragging about fucking “the pink-haired slut from last night” while another guy who was obviously into her is in the same chat, spamming question marks and slowly realizing it’s her. She doesn’t even know they’re talking about her yet. I kinda hate the game for how dirty that felt. I also kinda went back to replay that route trying to unlock every variation of her reaction scene, because I’m a degenerate completionist and the gallery makes a little noise when you fill a new slot and my brain likes that. Anyway, if your thing is watching a girl get trapped in her own phone, worshipped and humiliated in the same breath, this one is stupidly effective at making you feel like the worst kind of voyeur, and somehow you keep clicking.

Dahlia’s Ordeal feels like watching an edgy late‑night fantasy cartoon that someone hacked and replaced half the scenes with porn and the other half with people getting hurt for real. The whole thing rides on this one girl, Dahlia, who looks like she should be the sweet fantasy princess type, but the game just keeps kicking her down the stairs, figuratively and sometimes almost literally. It starts kind of slow, like a normal mystery with creepy family tension, you walk around, click through dialogue, try to figure out who’s lying, and then suddenly the story grabs you by the throat with graphic violence and ugly family shit. One moment people are arguing in a quiet room with candlelight, next moment there’s blood on the floor and you’re wondering when exactly things went off the rails. The corruption angle is not subtle at all: she gets pushed, pressured, blackmailed, humiliated, then you get these choices where you can lean into it and make her act filthier, or try to keep her some kind of “good girl” while everything around her rots. Both roads are fucked, just in different flavors.

From the animation side, the cutscenes are rough in a way that kind of fits the story. You can feel the team is going for 2D comic vibes: sharp lines, expressive faces, a lot of close‑ups on eyes, lips, hands. During the oral scenes, the camera loves staying on her face, drool stringing down, mascara a bit wrecked, that kind of cheap but effective porn shot. There is one scene where Dahlia is on her knees in a dark corridor, forced to give a handjob while her uncle keeps talking about “family duty” and the camera doesn’t show penetration at all, just his hand in her hair and her fingers squeezing around his shaft in rhythm. The animation is slightly jittery, frames not always smooth, but that roughness weirdly makes it feel more uncomfortable, like you’re watching something you’re not supposed to see. And then you get a spanking cutscene where the sound design suddenly goes hard: the smack noises are sharp, skin gets red panel by panel, and the camera keeps cutting between her biting her lip and his hand raised again. They clearly had fun drawing bruises. Maybe too much fun.

Sexual harassment scenes are everywhere and honestly a bit exhausting. Guards grabbing her, hands on her thigh during “normal” conversations, people calling her names, using her as bargaining chip, all that trainer‑style slow breaking of a girl who started with some pride. And the story kind of teases “retribution” but keeps you hanging, so for a long time it’s just her being used: forced oral, shoved against walls, humiliation in front of people that should protect her. There’s one oral scene where the guy finishes on her face, then wipes it with his thumb and makes her lick it, and instead of going full porn glam the art keeps her looking small, a bit dead in the eyes. I liked that they didn’t glamorize the bloodier moments either; when graphic violence happens, it’s messy, quick, and not “cool”. Sometimes the expressions go wonky, like she looks cross‑eyed during a serious line, or hands are weird, and UI text boxes clip into the art in a way that made me stare more at the font than her tits. Also whoever chose that notification sound should be in jail, it pings at the worst moments and I kept thinking Discord was open. The cheating angle is there too, half‑whispered: people fucking behind backs, Dahlia being pushed into acts that betray what little family loyalty she still has, but the game never stops to moralize. It just lets the ugliness sit on the screen. I kept waiting for a soft, wholesome scene, like a break, a bath, a hug. It never really comes.

Yui looks like the kind of wife you only see on Reddit threads that are clearly fake. Super sweet, big soft ass that keeps stealing camera focus, totally loyal, obsessed with her wedding dress job and also with you. The game really leans into that. Early on you’re just vibing in your tiny apartment, she’s measuring lace, you’re scrolling on your phone like a useless husband, and it actually feels boring in a nice way. That boring feeling is important, because when the corruption starts it hits harder. One moment she’s talking about veil fabrics, next moment her phone lights up with “Kuroda” and the whole mood drops like your battery at 5% with no charger. I liked that shift. Felt a bit too real. I literally paused the game to check Telegram while she was panicking, lol.

Kuroda is such a walking red flag that if he was on Tinder the app would soft‑ban him. Drug mess, manipulative, and the story keeps pretending “he’s still family” like that fixes anything. Watching Yui try to defend him is painful and hot at the same time, which makes me sound terrible, but here we are. The corruption is mostly emotional at first. Small lies. Late returns home. Her eyes looking away a little too quick. There is this one scene where she comes back from “helping him” and she’s still in her nice dress, but her lipstick is smudged just enough. Not obvious, but if you ever used Google Photos zoom you can’t unsee it. You can choose to confront her or act like a doormat. I tried both. Honestly, neither path makes you feel like a hero. Which is good. Or bad. Depends on how much you enjoy self‑insert suffering. There is romance mixed in, not some flowers and chocolate thing, more like those quiet moments when she sits on your lap, apologizing, and you know she’s hiding shit, yet you still grab her hips because that ass is ridiculous. The humiliation is slow burn: tiny cracks in trust, neighbors maybe hearing things through the wall, your line messages left on “read” while she “works late”. Sex scenes reward you, but they also kind of punish you. When the AI art goes extra on her curves while the text reminds you she might have been touched by someone else half an hour ago, your dick and your ethics go into open conflict.

On phone it runs smooth enough, though the UI sometimes hides buttons behind my stupid fat thumb and I got stuck in a menu once and rage‑tapped like an idiot. The simulator feeling comes from all the routine: chat logs, little money choices, scheduling when she visits Kuroda again. I wish there were more small domestic moments, like brushing teeth together, but instead you get repeated CG angles and that one underwear set that appears so often it should have its own Twitter account. Also the auto mode is too fast and too slow at the same time, somehow. What I really liked is how it plays with cheating. It’s not just “she cheats, you cry, game over”. It keeps asking how much you participate in her fall. Do you push her toward “helping” him because you’re naive, or because you secretly want to see how far she goes? There’s one late scene where she texts you that she’ll be “a bit late” and you can reply something supportive or jealous. No matter what you pick, it hurts in a different flavor. That’s the moment the game stops being about Kuroda and starts being about how disgusting desire can be when mixed with love. And also, again, that ass in those tight skirts. Honestly, the romance is kind of beautiful. And totally fucked. Both things can be true.

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.