Keiichi feels like that dude who sits alone in the corner of a beach bar, pretending he’s “just enjoying the view” while his entire life is quietly catching fire. The game throws you right into his vacation, into this fake-relaxing tropical vibe where the air smells like sunscreen and cheap cocktails, and suddenly every girl you meet has a body that makes you forget what you were going to say. It looks like some light romantic thing at first, all smiles at the hotel café, sand stuck between toes, sun on brown skin, but it doesn’t stay soft. One moment you’re sharing iced coffee with a curvy Brazilian waitress, watching her ass sway when she leans over to clean a table, and the next she’s teasing you under the counter with her foot, pressing her soft sole against your crotch while she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. She laughs when you spill your drink, by the way. Total bully energy, and I kind of hated it and loved it.

The whole story is written like this messy diary he’s keeping on his phone, like when you open Google Docs at night and write stuff you’d never send to anyone. Some scenes are sweet in a painful way. You’re on the beach at sunset with this latina girl who pretends she just wants to talk about “future plans” and family drama, but the camera just sits way too long on her tits pushed up in that bikini, on tan thighs crossed in the sand. She puts her feet in your lap, wriggling her toes like it’s nothing, and casually asks if you’ve ever had your dick sucked on an empty shore. Cue choice screen: be a gentleman, or let her slowly slide down, her lips wrapping around you while waves crash in the background. You can pick if he’s loyal or just a horny idiot, but no matter what you choose, you still feel like a creep checking all the routes. There’s a party scene too, loud music, glow sticks, everyone half-drunk, her lipstick smeared as she pushes you into a dark corner near the pool and takes you in her mouth, choking and giggling, then asking if you’d still call her in the morning. You probably won’t.

The game keeps throwing women at you like you’re the last man on earth. Big tits bouncing in tight tops at the hotel café, big asses in tiny shorts walking ahead of you on the boardwalk, different skin tones, different attitudes. One is shy and romantic, blushing when your hand brushes her ankle, then later she’s the one giving you a slow, almost worshipful footjob on the bed, her painted toes gripping your shaft while she whispers that she wants to belong to you. Another girl flirts with your friends, flirts with everyone actually, and if you follow the wrong choices she heads off with some other guy, and the game just lets you sit in that sick netorare feeling, reading Keiichi’s jealous diary entry where he pretends it doesn’t bother him. Sometimes the choices feel fake, like they clearly want you to go for the full harem route, with all of them orbiting around your dick on this “vacation that changes everything”, but then there are these tiny moments where someone refuses you, or talks about old wounds, and suddenly your porn game turns into late-night emotional torture. Still, every time I told myself I’d stick to one wholesome romance, I ended up at another beach party, staring at bouncing tits in a wet bikini top, toes sliding along my shaft under the table, and clicking the most trash option available without even pretending to be a good guy.

Lewd Piece feels like someone smashed a horny fanfic archive, a janky phone RPG, and a cosplay convention together, then sprinkled it with just enough pirate logic to pretend it all makes sense. You are “captain” in the same way Odysseus was a loyal husband: technically true, but every scene is trying to seduce you away from whatever moral compass you had. One moment you’re choosing skills like you’re in some budget Persona menu, the next moment you’re staring at Nami’s tits squeezed into a maid uniform, offering to “help with inventory” while clearly meaning your dick. The game leans hard into that trainer fantasy: you’re not just managing a ship, you’re adjusting how obedient, perverted, jealous, or teasing your crew becomes, like a horny social link chart. I had this moment with Robin where I picked a dialogue option that looked harmless, just some smart-ass joke about ancient stones, and suddenly she’s pressing her big ass into my lap in the cabin, asking if you “need a practical demonstration about friction.” The writing is not subtle. It doesn’t want to be. It has the same energy as those old hentai OVAs where they pretend to care about plot for 20 seconds, then cut to a titfuck in the engine room.

What really killed me is how the game pretends to be about treasure, but the only treasure that matters is which scene you unlock next. You get these little sandbox vibes on mobile: hopping between locations, hitting the maid cafe “disguise” event, messing with your pirate harem schedule like you’re running a very horny calendar app instead of a ship. There is combat, turn based stuff, but half of the time I’m just clicking through because I know the real prize is when Boa Hancock shows up later with a “training session” that is literally her in maid cosplay riding you and calling it a lesson in loyalty. The sci fi twist with sex robots sneaks in like a shitpost someone forgot to delete: one second it’s pirate romance, next second you’re in a hidden lab deciding breast size in a character creation menu for a robot maid who calls you “captain” while giving a handjob, eyes rolling into full ahegao. It should feel totally wrong, but in erotic games logic this is exactly right. The cheating stuff is there too, quiet but sharp: you’re promising romance to one girl, then sneaking oral sex from another behind a door while your crew walks outside. The game even leans into voyeurism with scenes where you “accidentally” spy on Nami sucking someone off in a corridor, only for the script to twist it and put you in that place next time. It’s parody, sure, of One Piece and of dating sims and of all those grand adventure stories, but it’s also very clear what the real adventure is: every choice slowly shaping a crew that exists to tease you, fuck you, and trap you in a lewd little management loop where the biggest boss fight is trying not to open the gallery again.

Koji feels like that guy from every boring salaryman meme. Stable job, stable pay, stable marriage, stable everything, like his whole life is one long default setting on a porn site filter. Got the nice quiet wife at home, Minako, older but still lowkey hot in that “housewife who pretends she doesn’t know how good her ass looks in those leggings” way. Nothing really wrong, nothing really thrilling either. Then Rin drags home this smug little punk as her boyfriend and suddenly the whole safe little world Koji built starts dripping filth in the corners. Not in some overdone drama way, more like your brain just catches one angle too long and suddenly you’re rock hard and pissed off at yourself at the same time. You know that feeling when you watch something on XVideos that you swear you’re not into, then three tabs later that’s exactly what you’re searching for on purpose? Yeah. That.

The good part is how the game sits you right in that ugly horny spot. It doesn’t pretend Koji is a noble dude. He’s working late, tired, scrolling shit on his phone like FapHouse and Pornhub on the train, thinking about his sweet loyal wife while also getting turned on by clips where wives get passed around or talk back to their husbands. Then you come home and Rin’s boyfriend is there, way too loud, way too confident, way too handsy even when he’s just “helping” Minako with something. One scene you’re just watching them make dinner together and it feels normal, next second the camera goes a bit closer on Minako’s chest when she leans over him and Koji’s inner voice goes to a real dark place. Not dark as in murder, dark as in “why does it turn me on seeing my wife standing too close to another man” and then you get the choice to either shut that down or lean into it. Of course you lean into it, you animal. Tiny touches matter here. Stuff like Minako asking if her dress is too tight to meet Rin’s boyfriend, just casual, and Koji can either say “you look modest” or “you look a bit too sexy” and then secretly hope she doesn’t change. The tease is slow and kind of mean.

It plays a lot with the whole “who is stealing who” angle. Sometimes it feels like Minako is being taken from you, sometimes like you are the one serving her up on a plate and pretending to be upset. One route I had her texting other guys at night while Koji sits in the next room trying to focus on some boring company data, pretending he can’t hear the little alert sounds. Another moment she’s sitting on the couch with Rin’s boyfriend, both of them watching some stupid Netflix show, and you stay standing in the doorway too long. He spreads his legs, she doesn’t move away, your chest tightens, and suddenly the game throws you an option like “imagine her on his lap” that you didn’t ask for but your dick did. It’s not just straight “wife gets fucked and you cry”, it slides between jealousy, arousal, shame, actual love for her, and that fucked up happiness when she smiles more after getting attention from other men. And yeah, sometimes it goes full-on cruel, especially if you push the more hardcore stuff, but I liked that it lets Koji be complicit instead of only a victim. He corrupts himself, not just his wife. Though I’m still mad the game never explained why Rin’s boyfriend chews like that in one dinner scene. Couldn’t focus on the dialogue, just wanted to choke him and also watch Minako suck him off right there at the table. Anyway. The whole thing feels like someone recorded that phase where you discover a new kink from some random porn recommendation and turned it into a slow burn story that keeps rubbing salt and cum on the same wound over and over.

Jamie feels like that guy you see in every Discord server who’s always online, always “one more match,” and somehow still confused why his life is going to shit. The game throws you into his head and also out of it, since you hop to other points of view too, but it never asks what you think. It just drags you through this messy school-life drama where sex is basically the only honest language anybody speaks. One minute you’re in the classroom with all the usual fake politeness, the next you’re watching a hand slide under a desk, fingers pressing into thigh, then panties, then nothing. And because it’s kinetic, you don’t get that safety of “oh I’ll pick the nice option.” There is no nice option. Stuff just happens, and it gets worse, and you kind of hate it and keep clicking anyway.

Kim is supposed to be the “good girl,” loyal and patient while Jamie hides in his games, but the story keeps poking holes in that fake ideal. She’s waiting for him, horny, frustrated, touching herself alone while he’s busy chasing loot instead of her tits. Then William shows up, all calm and composed, the kind of guy who actually listens, and you know where that goes. Not suddenly, not with fireworks, more like slow rot. A shoulder touch at the lockers. A “joke” about how she could do better. Walking her home. Fingers brushing her lower back. Next thing, you’re staring at an internal view of his cock in her, thick and detailed, cum pouring straight into her like she hasn’t had a boyfriend in months. The weird thing is, the game never pauses to guilt-trip anyone. Netorare is just treated like weather: it rains, you get wet, nobody asks permission.

The sex is filthy in that very direct way that doesn’t feel like porn dialogue written by someone who never touched a person. There is anal that isn’t romantic at all, just rough and controlling, with her knees shaking and her mouth saying “no, we can’t” while her body obviously can. There’s groping on the train, hands on big tits while strangers look away, that ugly little realism of harassment where the world pretends nothing is happening. The “trap” angle sneaks in sideways, you think one character is just a shy boy and suddenly you’re watching him get pinned and used, his ass spread open, treated like a toy but there is this tiny flicker of pleasure in his eyes that fucks with your moral compass. The futa and trans stuff doesn’t show up as some big “special episode” either, it just exists in the cast, like yeah, she has a dick and she’s jerking it in the bathroom stall thinking about corrupting someone’s girlfriend later, why are you surprised?

Gay scenes hit different, more like raw territory fights than romance. Two guys testing each other, dominance games in the locker room, a blowjob that starts as a threat and turns into something way more confusing when the “victim” starts pushing back instead of pulling away. There’s interracial stuff folded in without big speeches, just visual contrast and constant power plays, like the game is obsessed with who owns who in every frame. Masturbation is everywhere, almost casual, everyone doing it: Jamie half-hard in bed with his phone, Kim in the shower trying not to say William’s name, some side character hunched over a desk in the empty classroom, panting quietly so the teacher in the next room doesn’t hear. And the whole time, corruption is the slow heartbeat underneath. Nobody wakes up a monster. They just make one small compromise, then one more, until cheating feels less like betrayal and more like gravity. The really annoying part? At one point I tried to scroll back by muscle memory, like on Telegram, to check a line I missed, and my thumb kept hitting the wrong place, and I still don’t know what that one whispered line before the creampie was. It bugs me more than it should.