This one starts like some half-serious detective visual novel, then quietly pulls your pants down while you’re still nodding along to the “we help innocent prisoners” talk. You got the guy who always wanted to be Sherlock but with a dick, his justice-obsessed girlfriend who actually has a spine, and their tiny agency circling the drain. Money problems, boring clients, rent breathing on their neck. Normal noir setup. Then that Sawyer guy shows up, big celebrity detective with slick PR, fake smile, and this vibe like he’s already undressing both of them in his head while talking about “partnership” and “mutual benefit”. First case you do under his name, it still feels mostly clean: interview a witness, follow some shady clerk, connect clues on the board, whatever. You’re thinking “ok, just mystery with boobs here and there”. Then it tilts. Not fast, it’s slower, like a bad idea you decide to try once and then it keeps happening.

I really liked when the game lets you swap between the guy and the girl during one investigation, not in a tutorial way, just suddenly you’re in her head while she’s getting cornered in an office by some rich asshole you’re supposed to be “interviewing”. She’s trying to stay professional, asking about alibis and timelines, and he keeps leaning closer, asking if her boss knows she’s “this tight” with clients. You can play her as stiff and righteous or let her hesitate a bit too long when he touches her thigh. That tiny pause feels worse than any big “corruption meter” bar. Later you jump back into the male POV, sitting in a car outside, thinking she’s just taking long with the questioning, and you can choose to trust her or start doubting. I hate that the coffee cup in that car scene has this ugly texture that looks like it came from some 2009 stock pack on Google Images. Every time I see it I get annoyed and then forget I was annoyed because next thing I’m watching her kneel down in that same asshole’s office, trying to bargain with her mouth for information. I’m not even sure if I liked that scene or if it just stuck in my brain like gum on shoe.

The sex itself, when it hits, is more about situation than some perfect angles. There’s this blowjob in a cramped archive room where she’s trying to keep quiet, filing cabinets all around, dude’s belt clinking every time he bucks his hips. The camera hangs too long on her eyes, red and watery, like the game is asking “this what you wanted, detective?” and yeah, it kind of is, but also you feel like shit in a hot way. Sometimes the romance stuff between the main two actually feels sweet, like when they crash on the office couch after a long case and she climbs on top, just slow vaginal, kissing, talking about their future agency like it’s still theirs. It should be cute, but if you already pushed her down the dirty route, that same scene plays weird in your head because you know what she did last case to get that signed confession. The game never screams “you are corrupting her” in big neon letters, it just quietly offers choices that look practical: accept a shady deal to get access to a crime scene, agree to “private questioning” with a suspect, let the boss handle something off-screen. One moment I liked way too much: Sawyer calling you into his office, closing the blinds, and just calmly describing what “extras” your girlfriend did for a client, while you sit there pretending you knew already. That mix of mystery, humiliation, and powerplay feels filthy in a way Pornhub never hits. And then you’re back at your desk, filling out case notes as if nothing happened, like this is just another Tuesday at the agency. I forgot what I was even mad about. Something with that cup. Whatever.

Polished marble tiles reflect the shimmering light from ornate crystal fixtures while an intoxicating blend of perfume, leather, and warm wood fills the air. Every step echoes softly, a reminder of the elegance that cloaks every corner.

Heavy velvet panels frame the passageways, their plushness almost palpable. Chilled stone meets the gentle blaze of concealed hearths, creating a dance of temperatures. Soft murmurs and distant laughter ripple through the air, blending with the clink of glasses and whispered seductions.

Behind the dazzling facade, passions ignite and hidden truths simmer beneath polished smiles. Seduction and mystery merge, every heated glance charged with unspoken agendas and tantalizing danger. Your quest is more than just uncovering the truth - it’s a journey through temptation itself, where every choice leads to new pleasures and darker revelations.

Tracking secrets hidden in the night, you feel the magnetic pull of desire in every furtive touch, every sultry glance. Unraveling the mystery demands embracing the sensual layers of the city’s underbelly, where every encounter tempts you closer to the edge. Each revelation brings you deeper into a world where love, lust, and danger intertwine, challenging your resolve.

What began as a simple investigation evolves into a profound exploration of desire, trust, and betrayal. Navigating tangled relationships tests your heart and your will, pushing you to confront your deepest needs and fears. In the end, the line between hunter and prey blurs, revealing the transformative power of intimacy and truth.

Christmas lights, cheap tinsel, fake smiles and then suddenly the room tilts and your brain feels like it’s running on Windows XP in safe mode. That’s basically Becky’s life now. You’re in her head, this 21-year-old brunette with a body that makes every camera angle feel like it’s trying to cop a feel: big tits squeezed into clothes that are definitely one size too hopeful, ass fighting the seams whenever she bends to pick something up. It’s not just “oh wow she’s hot”, it’s that kind of heavy, bouncy flesh that makes every quiet hospital corridor sound louder in your skull because the game actually gives her weight. Footsteps soft on tile, the tiny swish of fabric when her thighs brush, the creak of a cheap chair when she shifts her hips. I’m a sound nerd, I notice this stupid stuff.

The “Vertigo” thing isn’t just a plot excuse, it feels like a constant little audio bug in the back of your ear. When Becky has one of her episodes, the whole soundstage starts to warp, like someone dragging a vinyl record with their finger. Background hum from the hospital suddenly dips, people’s voices slide slightly out of pitch for half a second and then snap back. It’s unnerving and kinda hot at the same time, especially when it hits in the middle of a lewd scene. One second she’s getting pushed against a wall by a woman in a tight nurse outfit, clipboard clattering on the floor, breathing getting faster, soft wet sounds starting up, and then boom, that weird heartbeat-in-your-ears effect kicks in and you feel like you’re going to tip over with her. The nurse here isn’t just “sexy outfit + boob window”, she talks to Becky like she’s a patient and a plaything. Latex gloves snapping, that faint rubber squeak when her hand slides over bare skin, the rustle of sheets when she pins Becky down for a “check up” that has zero to do with medicine. Slight moan in the left ear, a low whisper in the right, it’s surprisingly intimate for a porn VN.

Outside the hospital stuff, you get this slow-burn investigation mood where Becky tries to figure out what Vertigo actually is, and why other people have their own twisted versions of it. You walk into apartments at night and the whole ambience changes: fridge hum, distant city noise, floorboards creak when that older woman with the milf energy steps closer. She’s got that dangerous calm voice, like someone who already made a bad decision and wants company. When she leans in, you hear the faint clink of jewelry against her cleavage, her breath deeper, more confident than Becky’s shaky little gasps. Sex scenes with her feel heavier, more raw. Bedframe hits the wall with a dull thud, Becky’s muffled cries against a pillow, wet sounds not overdone but sharp enough you feel them in your neck. Then, in the same game, someone screams in another room, there’s blood on tile, and the sound design doesn’t flinch: impact is meaty, not cartoony, and the silence after is worse. No heroic music, just the buzzing light and Becky’s breathing going from horny to panicked. It jumps between lust, fear, curiosity so fast it almost feels broken, but that messy mood actually matches her: horny, confused, turned on by people she should probably be running away from, chasing answers that only lead to more fucked up nights. I still hate one thing though: there is this one looping corridor ambience that has a tiny echo in it, like a spoon touching a mug, and once you hear it you cannot unhear it. Never fixed, just sits there, quietly annoying, while Becky’s big ass walks past another door that definitely hides something you probably shouldn’t open.

Rich princess with too much money and zero shame suddenly lands in this crappy, noisy neighborhood like she took the wrong Uber and decided to stay. Fancy car, tight dress, tits screaming for attention, that annoying perfect hair. She acts like everyone around is trash, walks like the street is her personal runway, but her curtains are always a little open, lights never really off, and she either has no clue about privacy or wants you to watch. You play the broke guy next door who notices everything, mostly because the building is thin as paper and her moans kind of travel through the walls. At first she’s just this blonde pain in the ass that calls the cops on loud music, then suddenly she starts talking with weird people in suits in the hallway, hiding papers, whispering on the phone at night while half naked. That is when the game quietly tells you: yeah, man, this one has secrets, go dig.

The whole thing is basically about stalking her, but in that fun pervy way where you keep telling yourself “I’m just curious” while you are literally crouched near her window watching her rub herself on those expensive silk sheets. Early on you catch her in the bathroom through a small crack, pushing her fingers deep inside, pressed against the mirror, her ass bouncing while she bites her own shoulder to not scream. It’s not some soft romance either, she plays with herself like she’s angry, like she hates needing it. Then she pretends in public she is this cold upper-class bitch, but in private she humps pillows, grinds the bed, spreads her legs wide and pulls her own tits like they did something wrong. You collect pics, clips, little pieces of info, dig around her trash, check what she hides in drawers when she thinks nobody is looking. At some point you unlock this scene where she falls asleep in this tiny silk nightgown that rides up over her ass, and the game just gives you that terrible idea, you know which one. It does not handle it politely. You get close, feel her breathing, her nipple hard against the thin cloth while she is half passed out from wine, and the options there are not nice-boy material. If that kind of stuff turns you off, this game honestly does not care and keeps going.

There is a weird mix of mystery and porn here. One moment you are zooming in on her ass while she is bent over watering plants on the balcony, the next you are checking some shady document you snapped a photo of, trying to figure out who she is screwing over for cash. She is not just some trophy with big tits, she scams people, manipulates neighbors, flirts with older guys and then blackmails them when they get handsy. Kind of hot, kind of awful. You use that against her, obviously. Catch her touching herself while whispering the name of one of those men, record it, then corner her in the stairway, whisper in her ear exactly what she was doing with those fingers, show her the proof. She looks at you like she wants to claw your face, but her thighs rub together. That tension is the best part. A few scenes later you are behind her on the couch, shoving yourself between her cheeks while she pretends to resist, whispering that she hates you, and then suddenly she is grinding back and begging you not to stop. The “investigation” part is just an excuse to get to that level of control, standing over this rich bitch who thought she was untouchable, watching her on her knees with mascara running, tits bouncing while she chokes around your cock. It’s messy, wrong, dirty in a way that would get your Pornhub recommendations completely ruined, and it leans hard into the whole voyeur, sleep stuff, blackmail, neighbor tension without apologizing for any of it. Honestly I opened it just to check a scene or two, like I do with a lot of random adult games between Telegram notifs and Twitter doomscrolling, and ended up replaying the same balcony spying moment three times just because the way her ass jiggles when she leans over that rail hits something in the brain that Chrome incognito mode was invented for.

Amid the misty alleys of northern England, a duo enters a realm where lust meets espionage. Every glance carries the weight of secrets and seduction.

Morning light filters through dusty curtains, where Rob and Suzanne exchange knowing looks before stepping out. Their playful banter hints at the intimate moments waiting in the wings.

Afternoon shadows stretch across the velvet-d*** walls of the club. The atmosphere thickens with lust and whispered secrets. Yet beneath the surface, their true purpose sharpens: to infiltrate an arms dealer’s dangerous network.

The velvet night swells with moans and whispered confessions. Their connection deepens even as they indulge in the wild, raw ecstasy around them. Each encounter is a dance between lust and loyalty, pleasure and peril.

As dawn threatens the horizon, they retreat to their sanctuary. In a world of swinging and secrets, their partnership is both shield and weapon.

It celebrates shared pleasures and the strength found in unity. Experience a narrative where swinging becomes a daring game of trust, desire, and survival.

You’re a rookie reporter who clearly skipped the “professional distance” chapter in journalism school. The game drops you back in your hometown with a shiny new job at the top newspaper, but it feels less like serious reporting and more like a long, horny field trip where every “interview” can end with your dick somewhere it absolutely shouldn’t be. One minute you’re chasing a lead about some shady business deal, the next you’re on your knees under a desk, trying to keep eye contact with your source while she’s forcing her cock-wet lips down on you and whispering, “Ask better questions.” It’s that kind of story. The whole thing plays like a visual novel with choices that pretend to be about ethics and truth, but half the time you’re just deciding if you want your face between her thighs or under her feet. When your editor calls you into her office, you expect a lecture. Instead you get her sitting on the edge of her desk in a tight blouse, tits about to pop out, and she shuts you up by shoving her foot into your lap and making you rub your cock against her sole until you’re leaking through your pants. Then she asks you for your article draft like nothing happened. I actually laughed out loud there, it felt wrong in a good way.

Sex is everywhere, but not in a soft fade-to-black way. The writing goes straight for it. There’s a scene with a politician’s wife who looks like she walked out from some old “serious interview” magazine cover, glasses, expensive dress, perfect big ass, the whole classy thing. She starts out teasing, brushing her thigh against you under the table while you’re trying to keep your recorder steady. Then she locks the door, kneels down, and you’re suddenly drowning in sloppy, noisy oral where she keeps eye contact and drool is sliding down your shaft. Later she rides you hard on a couch, tits bouncing in your face while she tells you not to stop asking questions, and when you finally push her on her stomach and go in her pussy from behind, the game really leans into describing how she’s clenching around you and begging you to pound her like you’re breaking some embargo. Anal is treated almost like a reward for pushing a scene far enough. There’s this moment on a rooftop with a rival journalist where she first jacks you off with her foot, pressing her heel against your balls, then she bends over the low wall, pulls her skirt up, and tells you “If you want this story, fuck my ass.” She’s tight, she grunts into her own arm, and the text is very direct about the way her asshole stretches and the way your cum fills her. No fading, no “tasteful” cut. You feel like a completely unethical bastard, and the game wants that.

The AI art is actually kinda weird in a charming way. Some shots are hot as hell, like the close-ups of wet lips around your cock, or the way their nipples poke through shirts when they lean over your desk. Sometimes fingers look a bit off or a foot angle feels strange when a girl is jerking you with her toes, but honestly, during a good blowjob scene, I forgot to care. One thing I didn’t like: the pacing sometimes goes from horny to “okay, now read five screens of investigation talk” at really random moments, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, the game jumps you into another sex scene with almost no build-up. It feels like the writer couldn’t decide if this is a serious adventure or just porn with a plot as a flimsy excuse. But that contrast also makes some moments hit harder. After a long bit where you’re actually chasing clues, you end up in a car with a source, rain outside, the city lights reflecting, and she just quietly unzips you and starts sucking you off while you’re pretending to go over notes. There is something very dirty about that calm, focused blowjob. I also kept tapping my screen trying to scroll back on one scene where you fuck this stacked receptionist against the office window, her tits smooshed on the glass while you slam in her pussy and she keeps moaning that someone below might see. The sound, the text, the way she keeps begging for more even after you cum inside her, telling you to stay hard and give her your dick again, felt way more intense than I expected from a horny little journalist game. I wanted more reactions from NPCs after all this abuse of power, but the story just shrugs and throws you to the next big-titted lead. Honestly, at some point I forgot if I was supposed to care about the mystery at all. I just kept following whatever route promised another scene where I’d get used as a human cock by someone who knows exactly how to play with my curiosity.

You are a detective from a small provincial town. Five years ago, your sister Norika disappeared without a trace. The memories of her and your relationship with her still haunt you, but you've lost all hope of finding her. However, the death of your brother and some unexpected news push you to pull yourself together once more. Immerse yourself in a captivating story, investigate the case, and find your sister.
Along the way, every choice you make will have consequences, shaping the storyline and determining the ending. A plethora of charming ladies and captivating H-scenes will keep you entertained.​

Grass looks all cute and short, sun shining, neighbor waving with her tits barely contained in that tight top, and underneath all that somebody’s hiding the kind of shit you only see in those “I swear it’s not porn, it’s a thriller” tags on Pornhub. That’s the whole vibe here. You’re this guy who shows up in a quiet suburb with your younger brother, and everyone’s all smiles, cookies, and “if you need anything, just knock,” which of course means “I’m lonely and my husband’s either cheating, missing, or a criminal, please rearrange my insides on the kitchen counter.” The game throws you right into this weird mix of horny neighbor drama and low-key investigation stuff. One second you’re chatting about lawn care, next second you’re watching a milf with a ridiculous ass bend over way too slow to pick up something she obviously dropped on purpose, and then she slips a weird little comment about “what happened last summer” that makes you go, okay, that’s not just flirting, that’s a lead.

It plays like one of those sandbox suburban fantasies where you kind of drift from house to house, poking at everybody’s secrets and also, yeah, poking them. You’re juggling actual mystery clues with stiff cocks and bad decisions. You’re checking a backyard camera to see who broke the fence and instead end up watching your busty neighbor masturbating by the pool, half moaning some other guy’s name. You can ignore it and keep looking for the intruder or just sit there zooming in on her hand sliding between her thighs, and the game is totally fine with either choice, which is kind of hilarious. There’s this thing where you’re questioning one woman about a missing package and she keeps leaning closer, brushing her big tits on your arm, then suddenly she goes quiet and asks, “You’re not a cop, right?” with this nervous eye twitch. It’s not subtle, but it works. Sex scenes are full-on: sloppy blowjobs on comfy suburban couches, lazy afternoon handjobs in parked cars, getting pinned against the wall by a “lonely” wife, pussy taking you in slow while her wedding ring glints in the sunlight, then later you realize the same woman might be involved in some shady shit with your brother. Anal pops up too, usually as the “we really shouldn’t be doing this” upgrade once things get more intense, like when a character finally snaps and lets you fuck her from behind in her husband’s office, moaning into the desk while family photos stare at you. The cool part is how it keeps twisting the mood: sometimes it’s straight up porn, sometimes you feel like you’re actually building a case, clicking through weird text messages, checking who was where and when, noticing small details during what starts as harmless teasing. Everyone in this neighborhood looks innocent enough but feels just a bit off, so every blowjob, every “accidental” shower scene, every neighborly visit can be either just horny fun or another piece of whatever dark mess is hiding under those perfect lawns.

Alex thinks he just hit the jackpot: eighteen, fancy scholarship, and his aunt basically throws him the keys to a fucking mansion. Marble floors, a pool that looks like Instagram bait, bedrooms so big you could lose a whole marriage in them. It smells like money and perfume and lies. The kind of house where silence has its own echo and everyone talks soft while their eyes keep stabbing each other. You walk in as this polite, slightly clueless kid, and very fast the game starts whispering in your ear that being innocent here just means you are easy to use. Aunt Nicole greets you like a movie star: tight dress, legs for days, smile that says “welcome home” and “don’t trust me” at the same time. The soundtrack does that slow, low synth thing when she gets too close, like the music itself is trying not to stare at her tits. It is not subtle. I liked it. Then I hated it. Then I liked it again.

The whole place feels like one long, horny interrogation. Every room has a secret and every “family” hug lasts half a second too long. Your cousins are walking red flags with perfect asses. Lisa leans in to show you something on her laptop and the camera just forgets the laptop exists, goes straight to cleavage, while some lazy bassline crawls in the background. Tina pretends to be the good girl, but there is a scene where she’s in shorts so tiny they may be a Photoshop error, and the soundtrack suddenly gets this little heartbeat kick, almost off-beat, like the composer was also jerking off. The funny thing is, the investigation part and the pervy part use the same musical vocabulary. When you are trying to break into a password protected folder, the game gives you these slow pulses of sound, like breathing in the dark, and it kind of melts into the animated bodies later when clothes start “accidentally” slipping. I got genuinely stuck on one clue, by the way, because some code was hidden in a painting title, and I will never forgive the background hum in that room for looping the same three notes. It is a small thing, but now that sound lives rent free in my skull and pays nothing.

The sex itself feels like it is growing out of the lies. You are digging into what happened to the missing uncle, and instead of answers you keep getting more skin. A comforting hug from Nicole slowly becomes her pressing those huge tits into you, asking harmless questions with this fake soft jazz in the background, then the track changes to something much darker when you say the “wrong” line. One moment you are worried about who disappeared, the next moment you are staring at a big ass bouncing in your face, with the music doing that half-romantic, half-creepy vibe, like a Netflix thriller that got horny and forgot the plot. The bodies look almost too polished, like AI had a fetish and the dev just said “ok sure,” and sometimes the animation stutters in a way that weirdly makes it hotter, because it feels like a dirty loop you found on some shady Telegram channel. There is this one bedroom scene where the lights are low, the camera lingers on a cousin’s panties sliding down her thighs, and the low-frequency rumble underneath feels like a subwoofer pressed to your chest. I honestly kept clicking the slower dialogue options just to let the track keep going. The game pretends to care about morals, about who you betray or protect, but every choice screen looks like a kink menu. Be a knight? Exploit their secrets? The soundtrack reacts, relatives react, the mansion keeps smiling with its fake luxury, and you are there, trying to solve a family mystery while also wondering how many more “accidental” family kisses you can trigger before everything falls apart in the most deliciously wrong way.