Michelle shows up in New Amsterdam like she took the wrong bus in some Netflix drama, only instead of sad piano music you get her horny as hell and pretending she wants “a fresh start” with her daughter. The whole city feels like somebody mashed a school campus, a gossip forum and a porn studio together, then said “yeah, that’s fine, let’s open the gates.” You start out just trying to figure who you want to play as, mom or daughter, and it feels small at first, like just another school-life thing with a few side jobs. Then ten minutes later you’re in a classroom pretending to study while you’re actually checking if the teacher’s looking so you can sneak a hand under the skirt and nobody even blinks. I liked that. Or I hated it. Depends when you ask me.

The good stuff hits fast. One moment you’re clicking around a pretty normal living room, next moment you catch Michelle “accidentally” walking around half naked, ass huge, tits bouncing in that 3D way that looks a bit plastic but also somehow hot because of it, and the camera kind of lingers too long. When you unlock the first voyeur scene in the shower and notice those little pixel art loops mixed with the 3D models, it’s weird in a cool way, like retro porn stickers glued on top of a modern sex toy catalog. There’s this part where you’re supposed to just peek in and go, but of course you sit there watching her slowly soap up, zooming in on her blowjob lips even when she’s just licking her fingers, and then that hint pops up about “corruption level increased” and you suddenly realize the game has been keeping score on every tiny pervy decision. I liked how the point and click stuff lets you poke where you shouldn’t: open doors at night, check phones you shouldn’t touch, try the “sleep” option and instead of resting you’re hovering over a body like some horny ghost deciding how far you’ll go this time.

What messed with me is how casual it treats all the fucked up things. One route you’re doing sweet romance stuff, a bit of teasing, light kissing, cute dates, you think “ok, this is going wholesome”, and in the same afternoon you can flip to a scene in the school toilets where the femdom senior corners you and just puts you on your knees for a blowjob “lesson” like it’s homework. There’s this blackmail chain too, where you get caught spying on a cosplay changing room, and you think you’re about to get a simple punishment, but it escalates into being paraded half naked through a hallway, some guy filming, another girl smacking your ass, and you still have a prompt to decide if you’re pretending to hate it or openly moaning. The twins show up later and they feel like they escaped from another game, all synchronized teasing, footjobs under the table while mom tries to pretend this is a normal family dinner, and you’re there, clicking through options like “continue talking” while the animation loops under the text, and it’s stupid and hot at the same time. I opened Chrome to just “check it quickly” and three tabs later I had a whole little routine going, saving before each corruption jump, testing if I could push Michelle from gentle handjob to full group mess before she snaps. She never really snaps, by the way, she just… bends. A lot. There is this one tiny thing that kept annoying me, like one button in the UI sits a few pixels too low and my brain wanted to scream every time, but I still kept chasing every anal, titfuck and cheating scene the city tried to hide from me. It doesn’t actually hide them very well.

You wake up on this fucked up pretty island, sand in your mouth, dick half hard for no reason, and the first thing that happens is a girl with a soft voice leans over you and you’re not sure if she wants to help you or eat you. Not in the romantic way. Her smile looks sweet, but her fingers are glowing, and the game just goes “yeah, everyone here has some kind of power, good luck, champ.” From there it feels like a horny point & click fever dream where you keep thinking “ok I’m safe now” and ten seconds later you’re in a hut with a woman old enough to be a MILF, kneeling in front of you and telling you to open your mouth if you want to live. You can choose not to, sure, but I did not come here to be the polite survivor. You poke around the island, click on things that don’t look important and suddenly you’re in a long teasing scene where she keeps pulling her lips back from your cock every time you twitch, acting all innocent like “hmm, you like that?” while your character’s still supposed to be some confused virgin who just crashed his whole life. It’s kind of funny actually, he pretends he has morals, you pretend you’re going to pick the noble choice, then you hit the most depraved option anyway.

What I liked most is that the island isn’t just a hallway of porn scenes. You wander off a path and end up in this weird clearing where a monster girl is lounging in a pool, eyes half-lidded, pretending she doesn’t care you’re staring. Then she casually mentions she could crush you with one hand, but if you worship her properly she might fuck you instead. The moment where she pushes your head down, thighs tight around your ears, and you hear that wet, sticky sound in your headphones while she talks shit about how weak human boys are… that’s the kind of thing Sensual SFX lovers live for. Her breath has that heavy, close-mic’d rasp, you hear spit strings, tongue flicks, little gasps when you finally hit the right angle. Meanwhile some scenes are oddly quiet, like one blowjob with barely any slurping at all, just a bit of lip noise and that’s it, and I kept thinking “come on, I’ve heard more wetness in a TikTok ASMR clip.” The power trip parts are nice though. You start off like this lost idiot, then as you learn more of the island’s tricks you begin talking rougher, grabbing hair, pushing them down on your cock, fucking them properly instead of just being teased. There’s a bit where you push a woman against a rough stone wall, slide into her, and she’s half moaning half arguing with you in this shaky voice, and the game just lets the scene breathe, no rush, just slow, deep thrusts and her begging you not to stop even while she pretends she still has control. It feels messy, hot, and a little dangerous, like you shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you do.

Jack Sato wakes up with a succubus problem and honestly? Lucky bastard. Lilith's got this whole resurrection deal going on where she brings you back from whatever unfortunate end you met, but there's strings attached - the fun kind. Your mission, should you choose to accept it (spoiler: you don't really have a choice), involves working your way through the entire female cast of UA High. And when I say working through, well... you know exactly what I mean.

The whole thing plays out like someone took the wholesome hero academy concept and threw it in a blender with every horny fantasy you've ever had about anime girls. Ochako's still got that bubbly personality, except now she's discovering what gravity manipulation can do in more... creative situations. Momo's still the responsible class rep, but her creation quirk opens up possibilities that would make even Mineta blush. Don't get me started on what happens when Tsuyu gets involved - that tongue quirk hits different in this context, if you catch my drift. The art's decent enough, though sometimes the proportions get a bit wild even for anime standards.

What really caught me off guard was how the whole corruption system works. You're not just collecting scenes like Pokemon cards - there's actual choice involved in whether you want these girls as willing participants or... well, let's just say the alternative involves a lot less consent and a lot more mind games. The NTR elements creep in later and honestly threw me for a loop since I wasn't expecting that particular flavor of drama. Some scenes get genuinely intense in ways that made me question my life choices, but here we are. The writing bounces between surprisingly decent character moments and absolute degeneracy, which somehow works better than it should. Jack's not winning any personality awards, but he gets the job done.

There is this pretty ordinary looking bar game that kind of pretends to be about “business” and “renovation” and whatever, but honestly it is about staring at hot women in tight clothes while pretending you care about paint colors. You play this guy who comes back to his hometown to reopen his dad’s old place, and right away the game starts mixing that “I want to make my father proud” vibe with “I want to fuck basically everyone who lives under this roof”. Very Greek tragedy, if Euripides had a Pornhub premium account. The whole thing feels like a visual novel that accidentally read too much Bukowski and then watched hentai compilations on Twitter. Most scenes are from the hero’s POV so you’re not just watching, you are literally stuck behind his eyes while he tries not to stare at asses and obviously fails. It’s that slow teasing that gets you: brushing against a thigh “by accident”, a too-long hug in the kitchen, a towel slipping just enough when she bends to pick something, the camera angle doing 90% of the work.

The game likes to pretend it’s romantic, and sometimes it really is. There are these quiet moments where you sit with the MILF character on the couch, she talks about regrets and age and the bar’s past, and you almost forget you spent the previous scene with your hand on her ass while she “helped” you clean the counter. Then it goes from emotional to horny in one line of dialogue. You’ll be talking about invoices and suddenly you are in the stockroom, her back against the crates, your hand under her shirt, groping her tits while she bites her lip and tries not to moan too loud because someone might walk by. The animations sell it pretty hard: hands actually squeeze, hips grind, mouths open and drool a bit when they lose control. First time you push a girl to a messy ahegao during a handjob and she looks half broken, half delighted, it’s like some weird crossover between Joyce’s stream of consciousness and “oh shit, she’s actually into this”. The voyeurism stuff sneaks up on you too; one night you wander the house, see a door slightly open, and you can just stand there and watch her on her bed, fingers buried between her thighs, whispering your name while you do nothing but breathe. Or you do something. The game lets you decide if you stay in the shadows jerking off silently, or you step inside and end up with her mouth full of you, warm spit running down your shaft while she stares up, eyes watering, waiting for that mouthful of cum like some bizarre holy communion.

Sex scenes escalate in a way that feels messy and human instead of clinical. The first time you finally fuck one of them, it is not Olympic porn star performance. It starts with awkward kissing, some shy oral where she tries to take you deeper and gags, pulls back with tears in her eyes and then insists she wants it again. You get that clumsy first vaginal sex where she’s still technically a virgin and keeps telling you to go slow, nails digging in your shoulders when you push in all the way. Later she’s riding you on a barstool, panties pushed to the side, your cock sliding in and out while you try to keep quiet because, yes, the front door is not locked. Anal comes in as this “we really shouldn’t” moment after she’s already dripping from regular sex; you spit in your hand, rub her tight little hole, she curses you in that half joking way and then you press in and feel her whole body shiver in the animation. Creampies happen a lot, probably more than is medically responsible. You finish inside, watch the cum slowly leak out of her swollen pussy, sometimes from her ass, sometimes filling her mouth until she gives you that stupid happy ahegao face and swallows with a loud gulp. There’s humour everywhere, dumb jokes about drink names while her hand is stroking you under the counter, flirting that feels like those horny Discord servers where everyone pretends to be ironic and then starts cybering anyway. It’s not subtle, it’s not elegant, it’s just this strange mix of romance, filth, and renovation spreadsheets that somehow works until you catch yourself caring which wall you paint while replaying the memory of her moaning your name in your head.