Guy is twenty, dick hard, spine soft. That kind of protagonist. He moves into this boring looking apartment block because his crush Aiko lives there, and he thinks it’s going to be all wholesome slice-of-life bullshit. Of course it’s not. The whole place is like a horny pressure cooker. Every floor has some secret: a girl using a vibrator a little too loudly behind a paper-thin wall, neighbors whispering about who’s getting fucked by who, that kind of vibe. It starts “pure” with him trying to confess to Aiko, stuttering like an idiot, jerking off in his room because he can hear her shower. Then she finds out about his feelings and instead of blushing she looks at him like fresh meat. That’s the switch. This is not a romance where the shy guy grows up and becomes a hero. He’s a toy, and the game really enjoys making you feel that.

Aiko is cruel in this soft, playful way that hits harder than straight-up abuse. She makes him edge while she sits on the couch texting someone else. She uses her feet on his cock and then acts bored halfway, like she’s helping a neighbor carry groceries instead of making him whine. She plays “innocent girlfriend” outside, but when the door closes she’s snapping pictures of him in panties and telling him how cute his “clit” looks. There are scenes where she pulls other girls into it, like it’s nothing. One moment she’s kissing him gentle, tongue slow, and the next she’s wiping her spit on his lips and telling another girl to “try him, he’s obedient.” Group scenes feel messy and intimate at the same time: too many hands, some teasing him, some slapping, someone pushing a toy in his ass while another girl rides his face and Aiko just watches, smiling like she’s proud and disappointed together. Sometimes she’ll let him cum inside, warm creampie and soft moan, then immediately humiliate him for how fast he finished. Other times she makes him stay a virgin in one way while turning him into a complete slut in another. You get these tiny choices about resisting or giving in, and half the time even “resist” just means you’ll break a bit later. The corruption is slow enough to feel nasty, but not slow enough that I stop yanking my dick. Honestly I ended up spending more time rerolling scenes and reloading for different reactions than actually “progressing”. It has that gacha feeling in story form, like “maybe this run she will call me good boy while stepping on my face, not just laugh.” And yeah, I got exactly that, and it still somehow wasn’t enough.

What I liked most is how the game doesn’t pretend the MC is secretly in control. He’s not. The girls treat him like a stress toy. One neighbor uses him just for masturbation practice, hands only, no kissing, like she’s learning piano. Another girl goes full lesbian in front of him, grinding on Aiko while making him watch and stroke, then casually uses his mouth like a clean-up tool. There’s anal stuff that just happens after enough teasing, no big drumroll, she just spits on a plug and pushes, tells him to relax, and if you’re like me you’re half angry, half horny, and still clicking “continue”. I kind of hate how small things feel huge: the way Aiko steps on his phone to stop him calling someone, or how she changes his clothes piece by piece until one morning he looks at himself and he’s basically her sissy pet. I wish there was more pushback, some route where he flips it on her, but there isn’t and there won’t be and honestly that makes it hotter. It keeps poking at the cheating angle too, like she might be fucking someone else when he’s not around, but you can dodge it if you want. Or not. Sometimes I let it happen just to see how she’d humiliate him afterwards. The game is clumsy in spots, dialogue weird, pacing off, a couple scenes feel like they forgot foreplay and just jumped straight to toys and screaming, but I still kept one hand on the mouse and one under the desk. I told myself I’d only play until he “wins her heart”. He never really does. He just gets addicted to her, to the collar you don’t see but definitely feel every time she smiles. And I’m still here, like an idiot gacha whale, praying for one more perfect pull where she says my name instead of his.

You start as literally nobody in this thing. Not a legendary kid spy, not some overpowered hentai protagonist, just some random dude who suddenly gets handed the keys to the most chaotic KND base and told “yeah, you’re in charge now.” Which is already funny, because your MC looks more like the guy who manages Discord servers than a leader of elite child agents. The Moonbase people treat you like a mix of intern and boss, and that weird vibe feeds straight into the corruption angle. One moment you’re pretending to care about missions and debrief reports, the next moment you’re figuring out how to turn uniform checks into “strip inspections” without getting instantly kicked out the airlock.

The sandbox structure is the real hook here. You wander the base, poke your nose into different sectors, and every room feels like a chance to be a pervert in a slightly different flavor. Training schedules, duty rosters, morale stats, approval points, those all pretend to be serious systems, but they’re basically just excuses to push the girls further and further. You send one squad to a pointless “stealth drill” that is clearly just a setup so you can catch them changing into cosplay gear for a fake operation. You manage budgets, but the big question is: new gadgets for missions, or a “special” wardrobe full of tight tops, too-short skirts, and those ridiculous skin-tight spy suits with the zipper that never seems to stay all the way up. This is management like in old Kairosoft games, but horny and very not safe for work.

The voyeur stuff is everywhere if you go looking for it. You can abuse the cameras system and just sit in your office like a perv, clicking through feeds while the girls think they’re alone. Shower room, locker room, training hall, even one corner storage where two of them sneak off to make out when they think no one watches. That first time you catch one girl bending over with her huge tits squeezed into that kiddie-style t-shirt, and the fabric rides up so just a bit of underboob shows, you realize the dev cares about angles more than realism. You can upgrade surveillance, which sounds boring, but higher level cams mean closer zoom when she “doesn’t notice” she left her bra on the bench. Or maybe she does notice. Depends how you’ve been training her.

Corruption and trainer elements are where the game gets really dirty. You start giving small “accidental” touches. A hand on the shoulder that slides too low. Quick gropes during combat drills “to correct stance.” If her discipline is still high, she’ll complain and you might get punished or lose rank, so there is actual risk here, not just click and fap. But if you focus on breaking her slowly, using private one-on-one “performance reviews,” catching her in minor failures and trading silence for favors, she starts letting things pass. First she just tolerates the contact. Later, she blushes but moves closer. Eventually, you can have her straddling your lap in the command chair while alarms go off in the background, grinding her big ass into you while pretending she cares about the tactical map. That shift feels earned, even if it’s messed up.

What I like is how the game makes you juggle the heroic front with your horny brain. You still send teams on missions, manage resources, try not to get the base shut down by adults. But you keep nudging them into more “experimental” uniforms with exposed midriffs or suspiciously open backs. You invent a “stealth training” that is literally one girl forced to sneak around the base in nothing but panties and a mask, with you watching every failed roll and punishing each mistake with spanking in front of the other girls. Some scenes get really mean: you can pressure one character into public humiliation, making her strip in the hangar while other agents pretend not to watch, though the camera does not pretend at all. And then the game suddenly throws a soft moment where two girls fool around together in some storage room, exploring each other clumsily while plotting how to impress you. That little lesbian detour is handled like a side event, almost casual, and then the next day you’re using what you saw to blackmail them.

There is a cosplay angle that just keeps escalating, too. At first it’s fake disguises for missions, like “underwear model to lure enemy agents.” But then you unlock outfits that feel straight from DeviantArt fanart: bunny suit “in case we infiltrate arcades,” magical girl “for morale,” that kind of nonsense. You can assign which girl wears what, and then give “feedback,” which of course means hands on their bodies, lifting skirts, pulling straps, pretending to “check for bugs” while your fingers slide under the fabric. One time I sent a squad to briefing in full fetish uniforms and nobody in-universe questioned it, which is probably a bug but honestly made the scene better.

The game is rough in some places. Menus feel like they were thrown together after a caffeine crash, tooltips vanish too fast, and sometimes the text just forgets which rank you have and calls you something else mid-dialogue. Also the spanking sound effect is weirdly soft, like hitting a pillow instead of a big round ass, and it started to annoy me more than it should. Some rooms feel empty for a long time, like they exist just so future updates can stuff more depravity inside. But then you hit a scene where you corner one agent in the observation deck, the Earth big in the window behind her, her tits pressed against the glass while you grope and harass her until she’s whimpering and still pretending this is “training,” and you kinda forget the UI ever annoyed you. The whole thing plays like a horny kid’s memory of that old cartoon mixed with the brain of a bored adult who figured out how to weaponize promotion systems and daily check-ins into pure sexual control. It’s trashy in a very specific, very deliberate way, and it knows exactly what it is, even when it pretends to be about saving the world.

Queens nightlife, shitty subway delays, thumb going numb from swiping left, and suddenly your phone actually vibrates for something that isn’t a spam bot or your bank yelling at you. Three matches. Same day. All real faces, no “follow my OnlyFans” garbage, no stolen Instagram pics. The game drops you right in that moment where your brain goes from “whatever” to “ok, don’t fuck this up” and it stays locked in that feeling the whole time. It’s not some fantasy harem bullshit where girls fall on your dick just because you exist. You’re a guy who’s been losing on the apps, kind of tired, kind of horny, kind of lonely, scrolling at night in Queens while Netflix auto plays crap in the background. Then those three women show up like the algorithm finally felt guilty.

What I really liked is how human the dates feel when they actually start. You sit across from her, she laughs at something you didn’t even think was funny, and you’re already overthinking your next line. The game really milks that small awkward silence before a first kiss, or when you’re not sure if you should move closer on the couch. There’s a bar scene where you’re both half tipsy, and she leans in to tell you some stupid story about an ex, and the camera just lingers too long on her lips while your answers change how flirty things get. You say something a bit bold, her eyes linger on you a second longer, hand brushing your thigh like “oops” but absolutely not an accident. If you play safe, you still feel the tension, like her body is a half step ahead of her words. Third date with each woman is where the clothes finally start to lose the battle. Soft moans, a bra strap sliding down slow, fingers under a skirt while she pretends to keep talking about music. Nothing hardcore, but the game knows exactly how to make “her breath catching when your hand moves higher” feel obscene in the best way. The sex is more about how she looks at you when you unzip her than about angles and fluids, which honestly hits harder than some extreme porn stuff.

The cool thing, or maybe annoying thing, is how much the full motion scenes lock you into her vibe. When she smiles, it’s not a perfect porn star thing, it’s messy, real, like she’s actually into you and maybe a bit nervous herself. One of the dates has that cheap apartment lighting with a lamp too bright in the background, and it feels like every shitty real-life hookup, except here the girl is actually interesting and not checking her phone mid kiss. The choices you make across the three meetings slowly crank the intimacy, like going from “safe small talk at a coffee shop” to “her grinding on your lap in a dark corner where you definitely should get caught but don’t care.” Sometimes the game blue-balls you when you think you’re getting more than softcore, but that denial actually kind of works, like she’s teasing you on purpose and not giving you everything yet. In one route she keeps her panties on during the whole oral scene and you can see that wet spot growing while she bites her lip and pretends she’s still in control, which is honestly hotter than a lot of games that show everything. You’re juggling three women, three different chemistry patterns, trying not to say the same lazy line to all of them, because the writing actually calls you out if you act like a copy paste dude. You feel that little stab of guilt when you’re making out with one on her couch while remembering how another one laughed at your dumb joke the previous night. It’s a slow burn, full of kisses that go on for just a little too long, hands slipping where they shouldn’t, and the heavy question hanging in the air after date nine: who are you going to actually keep fucking, and who are you going to leave on read.

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.