You know that awful feeling when your phone buzzes, you open the chat, and you’re not sure if you even want to scroll up because you already feel something’s wrong? This game lives inside that feeling. You play as Eddie, normal guy, married, kind of worn out by life, stuck in this shitty loop of work, stress, debt, and a dick that just refuses to cooperate when you actually need it. The whole thing plays out mostly through chats and phone stuff, so you’re basically spying on your own life. Messages, pictures, little bits of “hey babe, miss you” turning into “hey, I’m working late” and then into things you really don’t want to see your wife sending to someone else. And still you keep tapping, because of course you do.

Rachel starts as that sweet, supportive wife who just wants to help, who wants her man back, wants sex that isn’t awkward and half-hearted. The game doesn’t jump straight into filth. It teases you. She takes small jobs, chats with new people, gets “friendly” with that one guy who compliments her more in two texts than Eddie managed in a whole week. You see her selfies get a bit bolder. At first it’s cute. She’s shy, a bit embarrassed, but she sends that “accidental” cleavage pic and you feel both proud and a bit sick. Then the pictures get dirtier. The emojis change. The typing pauses get longer. The game really likes to make you stare at the screen waiting for three dots, wondering if she’s going to send something soft or something that will make you want to punch the wall and jerk off at the same time.

Sex scenes here are mostly in your head and on the phone screen, twisted together. When she’s playing with herself, you don’t just see her; you see the messages that pushed her there. Some random guy hyping her up, telling her how wet she must be, asking for “proof”, and she actually sends it. You get AI-style images that look like those edited photos you see on Telegram porn channels, slightly too clean, but the situation around them is messy as fuck. There’s cheating, voyeurism, corruption, all that good painful stuff. You read how she describes your failures in bed while you’re the one stuck watching and masturbating like some pathetic cuck who can’t even look away. The worst part is how normal it all feels. No magic, no mind control. Just money problems, stress, one dude with a working dick and another with a nice salary and a smooth tongue, and a woman who gets tired of waiting. The story doesn’t need big twists. It just pokes at those ugly relationship fears until they get horny, then keeps going a bit too far. You know it’s going to hurt. You still open the next chat. And the next picture. And the next.

Yeah alright, this one feels like some horny fanfic someone refused to leave in their Google Docs and just shoved into a game engine instead. You’re basically watching a bunch of Trails-flavored characters get dragged through this ugly corporate city where everything smells like debt, cheap booze and bad decisions, and the only “professional” who’ll help is Van, this fixer who looks like he’s permanently five missed payments behind on everything. It’s a kinetic novel, so don’t come in expecting choices or stat grinding. You click, you read, and every now and then the story sucker punches you with a scene where somebody suddenly has a cock down their throat or is fingering themselves in a room that really should have curtains. Simple, dumb, kind of hot.

The structure jumps between characters, which sounds clever and high level, but in practice feels more like reading horny group chat logs where somehow everyone writes in full sentences. One moment you’re stuck in Agnes’ head while she’s trying to pretend her “research” isn’t just stalking a pattern of broken classmates, and five minutes later you’re in Van’s brain, watching him pretend he’s too jaded to care while he absolutely cares, because of course he does, he’s the dumb noir protagonist archetype with a hard cock and soft spot. The best parts are when the game stops trying to be serious about corporate intrigue and just lets the filth breathe. Like there’s this sequence where Agnes is alone in her tiny student room, doomscrolling on her phone, reading messages from classmates about weird incidents, and between every new disturbing clue she’s got one hand inside her panties, getting off to the same tension that’s freaking her out. It’s messy, a bit pathetic, and way more believable than the usual “pure honor student suddenly swallows dick like a pro” nonsense. Then later she actually does swallow dick like a pro and the game doesn’t really explain that jump, but porn logic, right.

The AI art thing is funny in a wrong way. Some scenes look great at first glance, like Agnes kneeling between Van’s legs in this dingy office, her tits spilling out while she’s “paying for the investigation” with her mouth, and the lighting makes it feel like dirty afternoon porn. Then your eye catches some weird finger shape or a strand of hair that looks like it’s trying to escape the render. It’s not enough to kill the mood, but you can absolutely tell this wasn’t some hand-painted masterpiece. Sometimes that roughness works though. When Van’s jerking off alone in his room, thinking about all the clients he “shouldn’t” touch, the slightly uncanny body proportions make him look tired, too real, like a guy who drinks too much convenience store coffee and rubs one out before going back into emotional hell. I liked that scene more than the fancy ones actually. Oral stuff is the main star here, lots of angles focusing on lips stretched around cock, drool, smear of lipstick, that kind of thing. If you’re here for huge tits, you get them, but half the time they’re just bouncing in the background while the camera is obsessed with tongues and wet sounds. Kind of annoying. Kind of perfect. Depends when you catch me.

The engine behind this Tokyo-set corruption fest runs smoother than expected, though the AI-generated artwork occasionally glitches in ways that'd make you wonder if someone fed the algorithm too much hentai at once. Character expressions shift between perfectly rendered ahegao faces and slightly off proportions that remind me of those deepfake fails from 2019. But honestly? The technical hiccups add this weird authenticity to the whole "modern Tokyo nightlife gone wrong" vibe they're pushing.

What hits different here is how the netorare elements creep up on you. One moment you're following this reunited couple through neon-lit streets, next thing the male protagonist's watching his girl get corrupted by family secrets and manipulative assholes who know exactly which buttons to push. The kinetic novel format means you're basically along for the ride while this dude's world implodes in the most erotically charged way possible. Big tits and bigger asses dominate every scene, but it's the psychological manipulation that really gets under your skin. The corruption isn't just physical - though there's plenty of oral action and handjobs to keep your attention - it's watching trust dissolve frame by frame.

Platform-wise, this thing loads fast enough but occasionally stutters during the more intensive scenes. Nothing game-breaking, just annoying when you're deep in a teasing sequence and suddenly the animation freezes mid-thrust. The male domination themes play out through some genuinely uncomfortable power dynamics that'd make even seasoned players pause. Tokyo's underbelly serves as the perfect backdrop for this descent into moral ambiguity, where every choice feels like it's pushing someone closer to the edge. Sure, the masturbation scenes could use better pacing and the dialogue sometimes reads like it was translated by someone who learned English from porn subtitles, but the overall corruption arc delivers exactly what the tags promise.

The story kicks off in a way that feels almost accidental - like you weren’t supposed to see this world, but now you’re too deep to leave. You’re Jevan, a dark elf with too many secrets and not enough patience for anyone’s bullshit. The city of Mizea looks alive, breathing in its own filth and luxury at the same time. One alley smells like spice and perfume, the next like blood and sweat. Everyone wants something from you - gold, flesh, loyalty - and most of them don’t ask nicely. The game doesn’t hold your hand; it just throws you into a mess of power plays, mind tricks, and people who’d rather kneel than think for themselves. It’s not romantic. It’s raw, a bit cruel, and weirdly hot in that “I shouldn’t enjoy this” kind of way.

What really sticks is how it mixes the fantasy and the filth. You’ve got magic circles glowing under trembling bodies, whispered spells that make someone moan instead of scream, and that feeling of control that’s both intoxicating and a little scary. There’s a lot of domination, sure, but it’s not cartoonish - it’s more psychological, like watching someone slowly give up their will because they *want* to. The animations hit that sweet spot between rough and elegant; you can tell the devs cared about the rhythm of every scene. One moment you’re interrogating a traitor, the next you’re making her confess with her body instead of words. It’s messed up, but damn if it doesn’t pull you in.

You’ll probably find yourself staring too long at the details - the way skin catches light, the tiny expressions when shame turns into desire. Sometimes it’s uncomfortable, sometimes it’s addictive. The story pretends to be about politics and revenge, but it’s really about control - who has it, who loses it, and why that loss can feel better than victory. It’s the kind of game that makes you question whether you’re the predator or the one being played. Maybe both.