Rob is the kind of main guy who already feels cursed before the story even starts, and the game leans into that in a way that kinda tickled the little eldritch goblin in my brain. He’s this broke college kid, forgotten by his own parents like some unwanted relic in the attic, while his sister is treated like the golden idol in the house. Nothing supernatural on screen yet, but the family vibes feel wrong in a way I usually only get from old horror books where no one says the quiet part out loud. You can feel something rotten behind that “strange event” with the parents, like an old cult ritual gone bad or a deal with something that doesn’t care about humans at all. Then he goes to a poker game, which sounds boring, right? It’s not. That table might as well be a summoning circle, because from that moment the whole thing starts slipping out of normal reality into this twisted mix of sex, crime, and violence that feels like a god with eight mouths is laughing just off screen.

The erotic stuff doesn’t pretend to be healthy or pure. Sex here is raw, rough, and often tangled in fear and power games. One scene sticks with me: Rob is in this cheap, dim room with a girl who’s supposed to be just a “contact” for his little criminal step up. Conversation goes nowhere, nerves are high, and instead of some slow, tender buildup, it just snaps into a hungry kind of fucking that feels like both of them are using each other as a way not to think about how close to death they are. Her eyes roll back, tongue out in that over-the-top ahegao way, but it doesn’t feel goofy, it feels like she’s losing a piece of herself to whatever dark mess Rob is dragging behind him. Another time he’s in the middle of an investigation, blood on the floor, body still warm, and he ends up getting his cock sucked in the next room like the violence just opened a door inside him and now everything is leaking out. It’s wrong in a very deliberate way, like the game is asking “you still jerking off to this?” while it keeps pushing more. And yeah, I still did.

What really hooked me is how the sexy moments and the cruel ones keep melting into each other. One minute you’re flirting, pulling a girl closer, her lips on you, her hand guiding you in, and the next you’re dealing with torture, murder, talk of ***, this heavy criminal underworld that doesn’t respect life at all. It’s like watching a ritual where blood and cum are treated as the same offering. Harem vibes grow slowly around Rob, too, but not as some nice power fantasy. It feels more like he’s accidentally building a cult around his broken life, women orbiting him for all the wrong reasons, some of them wet and giggling, some half-broken, some clearly dangerous. The animated scenes hit hard enough, sometimes a bit clunky, sure, but the impact is there: thighs shaking, mouths stretched around him, bodies tied to dark choices he made earlier. I wish the investigation parts had a bit more brain to them, sometimes they just feel like clicking through until you get to the next sex or mutilated corpse, and there’s this one sound effect that keeps repeating and drove me nuts, but in a weird way that roughness makes it feel more like some cursed underground thing you found by accident rather than polished porn. It’s not realistic at all, and that’s honestly what I liked: everything feels like the city itself is a hungry thing watching Rob fuck and kill his way deeper into a story that’s only pretending to be about a poor student.

There is this lonely lake house, and the game just throws you inside it with this guy and his brother’s fiancée, and everything feels a little wrong from the first minute. Not in the cheap “boo” way, more like the air is too quiet, the water outside looks too still, and you feel like if you touch the glass you’ll feel something breathe back. I kept thinking about how I’d build a routine on that long wooden pier, the kind where I walk out slowly, heels clicking, fog on the water behind me, and then I just drop the coat and let the silence watch me grind. The game has that same feeling, like the world around them is staring while they do things they really shouldn’t. She walks around in these soft clothes that hang on her big tits and huge ass in a way that says “I’m comfortable” but also “I know you’re looking,” and the camera really loves her curves. Sometimes too much. There’s this shot in the kitchen where she leans over the counter and I swear the whole scene might as well be about her ass only, like the rest of the house stopped existing.

The story pretends to be all about survival, virus, quarantine, blah blah, but the reason I kept clicking was that slow teasing between those two. You see them try to be polite, to keep distance, then the eye contact lingers one second longer than normal, then the accidental brush of bodies, him going to the bathroom and hearing her masturbating inside, trying to control his breathing while she’s quietly moaning and thinking no one hears. That scene hit me hard, because I could picture a routine where I’m behind a thin curtain, only silhouette, hand between my legs, the audience just hearing breath and little wet sounds, never seeing everything until the very end. The game does that with the paranormal stuff too. It doesn’t jump in your face. You get these tiny glitches in reality, something wrong in the lake reflection, a shadow behind a window that should be empty, and by the time you get to the more explicit sex, your brain is already trained to expect something moving in the background. The animated bits go from sensual to almost nasty in a good way, like when she finally rides him and you see her tits bounce heavy and natural, but the light from the lake looks slightly sick, like the water is jealous and watching them fuck.

I liked that it’s basically a straight line story, no choices, no going back, just “you are this horny idiot, deal with it,” even if sometimes it feels a bit like watching a really long TikTok playlist instead of a game. There was one moment where he’s outside at night, flashlight shaking, hearing something in the trees, and all I could think of was how I’d dance with that flashlight in my mouth, body covered in oily sweat, pretending the dark wants to swallow me whole. Then you cut from that to a quiet morning coffee scene and her nipples poking through a thin top and it almost breaks the mood in a clumsy way, like the game forgot it was trying to be horror for a second. But when the lake finally shows its teeth, and they are forced to touch and hold each other for comfort that is absolutely not just comfort, it hits. The cheating angle is dirty as hell, because it never really tries to justify itself. She is scared, he is scared, and fear turns into arousal, then into full vaginal sex on that couch while something unseen scratches on the window. It made me want to do a number where the music keeps cutting out, like something is wrong with the speakers, while I grind on a chair as if I’m fucking a ghost that no one else can see. The only thing that really annoyed me is his stupid walk cycle in a couple scenes, he looks like he is always about to trip over his own dick, and for some reason that distracted me every time. But the mix of house intimacy, lake horror, and that slow, filthy teasing that bursts into raw, wet, animated sex, yeah, that stuck under my skin in a way I wasn’t really ready for.

Rei’s the kind of guy you swipe past in real life. Dead eyes, tired voice, running a shitty pawnshop in a part of town that smells like stale cigarettes and cheap cologne. The game throws you straight into his head, and it’s not heroic at all, which I kinda loved. He’s not a “nice guy secretly,” he’s just worn down, a little selfish, a little pervy, but still not trash enough to leave a pretty rich girl on the street to get grabbed again. Akari shows up in his life like a lost luxury item someone forgot to pick up. She’s all soft curves, expensive taste still leaking through her body language, tits that obviously don’t belong in a cramped pawnshop backroom. The first time you see her trying to sit prim and proper on this busted old sofa while her button-up shirt strains over her chest, it feels wrong in a fun way. She’s supposed to be untouchable, and the whole game is about how fast that “proper heiress” vibe rots once money and safety disappear.

The dirty part is not only the sex scenes, it’s how the game makes you slowly cross the line with her. You’re choosing how much you lean into being a creep. There’s this early moment when she’s exhausted, half-asleep after a bath, sitting in a towel. You can just let her rest or you can “adjust” the towel and your hand lingers way too long on her thigh. The camera angle makes you stare at the gap between her legs, the soft inner skin, the way she tenses but doesn’t pull away. She just looks at you with this mix of shame and need because she literally has nowhere else to go. That’s the vibe. You’re not forcing her screaming and scratching, but you’re 100% using her situation, testing how much harassment she’ll swallow to keep her new “home.” And what fucked me up a bit is how sometimes she starts to respond. You grope her “by accident” in the cramped kitchen, and by the third time, she doesn’t flinch, she just bites her lip. The voice acting sells it hard, those shaky breaths when you squeeze her tits from behind and she tries to scold you while her moan cracks in the middle. It feels like she’s slowly learning that her body is the only real currency left, and you’re the first investor.

Then there’s Ryuichi, the rich shark who decides he wants her like a status symbol and a toy at the same time. The netorare angle hits when you start getting scenes that feel like parallel worlds. In one path, you keep Akari close, corrupt her at your pace, those quiet scenes of her riding you in the dark, whispering that she doesn’t care about her old life anymore. In another, your choices fuck up and suddenly you’re standing in front of your phone screen in-game, looking at a video he sent you, where Akari is in some luxury suite, her perfect tits spilling out of a tight dress, his hand sliding up her thigh while she forces this polite smile. Later it gets worse. There’s a scene where she’s on his lap, legs spread, panties pushed aside, her voice shaking as she begs him to stop, but her hips keep grinding down on him anyway. The audio is brutal there, that mix of disgust and helpless arousal. She calls out your name once while he’s finger fucking her, and he laughs and pushes deeper, telling her nobody will believe she “didn’t want it” when she’s dripping all over his hand. You don’t even see Rei in that scene, just his mental absence, which somehow made it hotter and more wrong for me. You feel like a ghost watching your “girl” become his favorite toy, and it scratches that twisted itch of losing something you never truly owned. The multiple endings twist all that into different flavors of fucked up, some where you break her first, some where he does, some where she learns to enjoy being passed around like collateral. It’s messy, ugly, erotic as hell, and weirdly honest about how power, money and a pair of big tits can rewrite a person’s whole personality.

You show up at this huge, too-clean house as the new live-in code monkey, thinking you’ll just fix some apps, drink shitty coffee and maybe watch porn quietly at night on your phone. Instead you walk into a slow-burn, horny pressure cooker where everyone is pretending they’re normal while basically leaking sex and secrets from every corner. The boss is this stiff older guy who thinks he owns the whole world and you along with it. He talks to you like you’re a walking spreadsheet, but then sends you on “little tasks” that always end up with you alone with his wife in the kitchen or his daughter in her room or sneaking around the hallway like some budget ninja just to peek through a half-open door. The house itself kind of becomes the main character over time. First hours you’re lost, clicking into wrong rooms, bumping into nobody. After a while you know which door creaks, which bathroom mirror gives you the best angle to watch the wife shower without her noticing, where the daughter hides with her headphones when she’s pissed off at daddy again.

The wife is the one that really got me. She’s this blonde, big tits, very “I married money so I’m bored now” type, walks around the place in robes that are somehow always loose at the right moment. At first she’s cold as ice, giving you that look like you’re just another toy her husband bought, but then you help her with some tiny everyday thing, like moving boxes or dealing with a broken tablet, and she leans just a bit too close, bends way more than needed, you get a perfect side view of her ass and the outline of her nipples under thin silk. There is this scene where you’re “repairing the Wi-Fi” and she stands behind you, hand on your shoulder, asking these harmless questions that are obviously not harmless. I clicked through that scene way too slowly, just staring. Later on there’s this tension of “do I risk pissing off the boss and go for her properly, or do I keep pretending I’m just grateful to be here”, and the game actually lets you sit in that feeling for a while. Not just instant porn jump cut. It’s more like those moments when you’re alone in the living room at night, lights half off, she walks in with a glass of wine, sits too close on the sofa, and you both act like it’s normal until she puts her legs on your lap. It’s hot because it’s awkward.

And then there’s the daughter. Overprotected is putting it mild. She’s locked in this fancy, girly room with zero real life experience but a phone and internet and hormones going wild. She starts out bratty as hell, you kind of want to smack her, but it fits. The way she slowly warms up when you treat her like an actual person, not a museum piece, makes the later scenes hit harder. I liked that the game sometimes just lets you hang out with her, talk nonsense, watch something stupid on a tablet. One time I screwed up a stat and she just ignored me for several in-game days and I was more annoyed by that than missing a sex scene. And yeah, voyeurism all over the place. Standing at the top of the stairs, listening to them argue, sneaking past the boss’s office while he’s yelling on the phone, peeking into the wife’s room at night when she thinks no one is watching and she plays with herself on the edge of the bed, legs spread, robe half open. That little bar that tells you how tired or horny or whatever you are becomes this weird mini-game where you push yourself just to see if you can stay awake long enough to catch her walking from the shower. Once I spent too much time in the bathroom just clicking the mirror for no reason. Still kind of annoyed you can’t interact with the plants in the hallway. Don’t ask why, I just wanted to. Anyway, for me the best part is how it doesn’t rush. Sex comes, and it’s dirty and direct, but it crawls there through teasing, side glances, overheard fights, stupid chores, walking the same corridor a hundred times until it feels like home and prison at the same time.