It’s weird how this game keeps slipping between being horny and being kinda sad. Like one moment you’re scavenging a half-broken supermarket for canned beans, and the next you’re watching Tiffany bend over in that torn tank top, and you *know* the camera’s doing it on purpose. I thought it’d be just another zombie clicker thing, but then it starts poking at your nerves. You play as Mark, but you’re not really him, because half the time you’re watching what happens when he’s gone. It’s uncomfortable but also… hot? I don’t know. The animations are surprisingly smooth, not glossy, more like something someone obsessed over too long in a dark room. Her skin looks sticky in the flashlight. The moans sound too close, like she’s right next to your ear, whispering something you shouldn’t hear.

I wasn’t expecting the teasing parts to be so drawn out. There’s this bit where Alex “accidentally” touches her thigh, and you can tell she notices but pretends not to. Then later, the game just lets you wander around while that tension sits there, heavy. I thought I’d hate the sandbox thing, but it actually makes it worse - like you’re the one choosing to look away or not. The monsters outside barely matter after a while; they just groan in the background, a reminder that everything’s falling apart while something even messier happens inside. There’s a scene with oral that I didn’t think would hit me, but it’s messy and awkward and somehow more real than most. I wish the sound balance wasn’t so off though, the wet noises drown out the dialogue sometimes. Maybe that’s on purpose.

It’s not pretty, but that’s what makes it stick. The game doesn’t care if you feel guilty. It kind of wants you to. I kept thinking I’d stop after one more scene, but then I’d catch a glimpse of Tiffany walking past a broken window, the light hitting her skin just right, and I’d forget whatever I was supposed to be doing.

Anna looks like that person you see in the subway who already gave up on the day before 9 in the morning. Gray office, gray boss, gray everything, with the one bright spot being Lucy spamming her phone with stupid memes and soft kisses through text. That feeling when your life is dying slowly but your girl sends you a selfie in elf ears and a tiny bikini and suddenly your whole body goes “oh”. That’s where this game lives, in that dirty little spark between “I love her” and “I kinda want to ruin this”.

Stuff escalates fast once Lucy sends those cosplay photos. They aren’t just cute. They’re horny as hell, and not just because her chest is almost falling out of the costume. There’s this guy, Sig123, always right there in frame, just off to the side, a hand on her hip, a shadow leaning in, and the game keeps shoving his presence in your face without shouting it. One shot has his fingers holding the zipper on her back, another is his lap visible under her as she sits “for the pose”. You’re Anna, looking through Lucy’s gallery, pretending it’s fine, scrolling, zooming in on small details like lipstick slightly smudged or her eyes not looking at the camera, and your brain just starts writing its own porn fanfic you never asked for. Suddenly you’re jerking off to the idea of your own girlfriend being shared, and you hate it, and you also click “next” again.

What I liked is that it doesn’t treat cheating like a simple switch. It starts with these harmless POV fantasies, like you jerk off in the office bathroom imagining Lucy on her knees in that cosplay, but the angle is wrong, and then you realize in your head it’s not you she’s looking up at. That little snap in your stomach? The game leans on that. One moment you’re watching a soft lesbian scene between Anna and Lucy, lazy morning tongues and bed hair, and the next you’re rewatching a clip of Lucy “just rehearsing” a group photoshoot concept and suddenly there are extra hands and extra mouths and you can’t tell if it’s real footage or something Anna is imagining over the top of it. It blurs porn and memory. Or maybe I was just horny and overthinking, but it felt like that.

There’s a nice little cruelty in how often it sticks you in first person while everyone else ignores your feelings. You get POV scenes that should feel loving, Lucy riding you slow, ahegao face way too much for a couple that’s “just having a normal night”, and instead of feeling romantic it starts to look like she’s practicing for someone else. Later, when the group sex stuff hits, you kinda recognize moves she did with you, and that stings in a hot way. At one point, there is this cosplay orgy sequence where Anna is half participating, half watching Lucy get passed around, and it plays it almost casual: a tongue between her legs here, someone gripping Lucy’s hair there, your girlfriend moaning another person’s name, and the camera just lingers like it’s your eyes trying not to blink. The lesbian bits are not some side fetish either, they’re the emotional knife. Two women who clearly care about each other, then one of them slowly getting addicted to attention, to cameras, to being used like a prop while the other discovers she likes the idea of her girl as a public toy way too much. It’s messy, horny, a little mean, sometimes too exaggerated with the faces, but in that way where you roll your eyes and still keep clicking because you want to see just how far Lucy will go before Anna snaps, or worse, before Anna starts directing the whole fucked up show herself.

I didn’t expect the opening scene to slap that hard. You’re just standing there, half-broken hull around you, half-naked angel girl trying to look dignified while her collar blinks red every few seconds like some sick metronome. The captain walks in, voice like a bad radio signal, and you already know he’s going to be trouble. He touches her shoulder and - bam - your gut twists, not from shock, but from that weird cocktail of jealousy and arousal that this game keeps feeding you. It’s dirty, but not in the lazy way. The camera lingers too long, like it’s daring you to blink first. I didn’t. The whole thing plays out like someone’s fever dream of power and guilt and skin. Makes you feel complicit, which I kinda like. Some games treat voyeurism like a kink checkbox; this one makes it feel like a confession.

Then there’s that sequence in the maintenance bay - god, the lighting there. Blue flicker off the coolant pipes, the hum of half-dead machinery, and she’s there again, pretending not to notice you. The teasing is mean, but not cartoonishly so. She leans over, the slave tag glinting on her neck, and you can almost smell the metal. I won’t say the animation’s perfect - it isn’t - but it stumbles in a way that feels almost human. The moans don’t line up sometimes, and that somehow makes it better. You start thinking about the morality system that never really punishes you enough, about how the captain’s wives don’t even care you’re stealing glances, and then suddenly there’s a flashback about the fall of the Geniorcracy and I kind of stop caring about lore entirely. Maybe it matters, maybe not. What kept me there was that slow burn humiliation mixed with tenderness, like someone whispering “you’re disgusting” but softly.

Anyway, the soundtrack’s too clean, too polished - like it doesn’t belong in that filth. And I swear one of the sound cues is stolen from some old dating sim on Nutaku. Doesn’t matter. By the time the angel finally looks you in the eye, you’ve already forgotten what you were supposed to be doing.

Guy thinks he is in a normal sweet marriage, vanilla as hell. Morning kisses, boring selfies in the kitchen, Netflix, soft sex where you both kind of know what will happen. She blushes when you touch her, you feel proud because you keep it “pure”. That kind of vibe. Game starts very calm, like some comfy romance manga that accidentally loaded on the wrong website.

Then this stranger woman walks in and the whole thing just… tilts.

She is not subtle at all. She looks at your wife like she is already naked, but at the same time she looks at you like you are a toy she already broke in her head. I like how the game does it very quiet in the beginning. No big drama, just small scenes: a “friendly” hand on your wife’s lower back, a slightly too long eye contact when you catch her changing clothes reflected in a window, her sitting across the table and spreading her legs just a little, enough to make you wonder if you imagined it. The dev leans hard on that voyeur feeling, like you are peeking into your own life from the outside and still getting hard from it.

What got me is how the game keeps poking your idea of being a good husband. You want just normal missionary with your cute wife, lights half off, nothing extreme. She wants that too, she is shy, she trusts you, she believes you will protect her. And then the stranger starts texting. “Did you fuck her like I told you?” You start checking your phone during sex, which is honestly fucked up and also very hot in this context. There is one scene where you are inside your wife and the stranger is outside the door, talking loud on purpose so your wife hears her voice and gets nervous. You watch your wife trying to relax, trying to pretend it is fine, and you feel your dick get harder from her tension. I hated that about myself. I loved that the game made me hate that.

As a purist I came in for simple romance, kissing, some softcore cg, a bit of teasing, and I get dragged into this slow netorare spiral that feels too real. There is barely any wild kink, no whips flying around, nothing like that. It hurts more because everything looks like everyday life, just twisted. A hand on her thigh in a car. A “try this dress, I think your husband will like it” moment where the dress is too short for any normal day. A harmless “girls’ night” that suddenly has pictures from a club sent to your phone while you are home alone, jerking off to the thought that maybe someone else is touching her on the dance floor. You do not see everything directly, sometimes you only get a hint, a blurry photo, a shadow. Your brain fills the gaps and it is worse than any porn.

There is this one small thing that annoyed me: the chat sound effect is way too loud on my headphones and I keep reaching for the volume slider in Spotify instead of the browser, every damn time, and it breaks the mood for a second. Then she sends another picture of your wife’s panties pulled aside and you forget the sound again. I also kept fighting with the choices. You pick “No, I will stay loyal” and the scene still finds a way to make you complicit, like the stranger is saying “you can pretend you are resisting, but I see what you are really looking at.” It is frustrating in a good way and in a bad way. Some people will hate that, but honestly that is the point of this title. It is not here to make you a hero, it is here to push that ugly question: how much of your so-called pure love is just you wanting to own her body completely.

The sex itself is not crazy complex, mostly regular stuff, but the timing is brutal. Vaginal scenes that should feel romantic get corrupted by a door half open, a phone on the nightstand lighting up, the memory of how your wife smiled a bit too bright after spending time with the stranger. There is a moment where she says “I am yours” while you are fucking her and you remember the way the stranger’s hand rested on her hip earlier. You keep thrusting anyway. You tell yourself you are still the good guy. The game just quietly watches you lie to yourself.