Nyatorase starts quiet, almost too cozy. It just drops you into this tiny married life with your goth catgirl wife Katherine like it expects you to already know her. And weirdly, after a few minutes, you kinda do. She has that lazy neko thing going on, ears twitching when you say something dumb, tail flicking when you stare too long at her huge tits and huge ass and pretend you’re not doing it. The house feels small, a bit messy in a lived-in way, and the whole time you feel that itch that the game is poking: you love her, but you really want to see her fucked by someone else. Not just random cheating, more like you want to be in the corner, dick hard, watching some stranger push his cock inside your wife while she moans your name and his name and probably forgets both. The game doesn’t rush to the heavy stuff. It makes you sit with that shitty guilty feeling first, with you fumbling through texts, porn tabs on your phone, trying not to think about how much it turns you on when you imagine her getting used like a toy. Then it starts letting you push, a little at a time. A small dirty suggestion. A question that feels like it will break everything. And yeah, you really can fuck it up if you press too hard or too early, which I learned when she went quiet and that little cat-ear sprite folded down in this way that made me actually feel like trash.

The hot parts hit different because of that. When she finally starts to play along, it’s not just generic “big boobs bouncing” and “catgirl goes nyan while sucking cock”. She teases you. There’s this one early scene where she’s sitting on the couch in just an oversized shirt, no panties, tail flicking, acting innocent while she asks you what you really want to see. You can stay coward, dodge the question, or just admit you want her to get fucked by another guy. If you confess, she doesn’t jump straight to “okay, let’s do a gangbang”. She asks you things like “you want to see his cum all over my tits?” or “what if he fucks my throat until I gag and you’re not allowed to touch me?” and the way the text is timed feels like she’s whispering in your ear, not reading a script. Later on, when the group stuff starts happening, it gets messy in a very specific way: hands everywhere, fingers grabbing her big boobs, guys playing with her nipples, someone pulling her hair while another nekogirl leans down and licks cum off her skin, like that casual monster girl cameo that just slips in and then suddenly you’re watching your goth catwife share a dick with a horny furry girl like it’s no big deal. There’s a scene where she’s doing a slow titfuck on some tall dude while you sit on the floor, jerk yourself with a toy clamped on your balls, and all she does is occasionally look down at you and smile like she’s the queen of the room and you’re just the mascot. It’s cruel and stupidly hot.

What I liked most is how the game keeps mixing sweet and fucked up. One moment she’s on her knees between a stranger’s legs, drool on her chin, oral sex looking sloppy and desperate, eyeliner smeared, and she pauses just to send you a little selfie on your in-game phone, like “hey honey, thinking of you” while her mouth is still full of cock. There’s this tiny chat feature that pops now and then, and if you poke at it, you can nudge scenes toward softer cuckold vibes or straight-up degradation, like she’ll ask if you want her to tell the guy you’re small, or if she should tell him you’re the one who begged for all this. The game is not shy with race stuff either, it throws in an interracial scene where Katherine is sandwiched between a big guy behind her going deep in her pussy and another one in front using her mouth, and the CG makes her look completely overwhelmed, body language screaming “too much” while her text box is just full of hearts and moans. It brushes past swinging too, where you’re technically allowed to touch someone else, but it’s so obvious the focus is still on watching your own wife get turned into the main toy of the group. There are toys, collars, restraints, and a few light femdom moments where she pins you down, rides you lazy, then tells you she’s already sore from the others so you better not make her do any work. I kinda wish there was an option to say no and still keep her, but the game is clearly here for people who like that sick taste of jealousy in the back of their throat. At one point I spent like ten minutes just staring at the way her tail wrapped around her own thigh during a vaginal sex animation where she’s riding another guy and you’re just there touching yourself because for some reason that stupid tail detail felt more intimate than all the moaning. The mobile layout works fine, by the way, ran it in Chrome on my phone while pretending to answer work emails, though the text box is sometimes a bit cramped and it annoyed me more than it should. Anyway, it’s a messy, horny, kind of mean little story about a guy who loves his catgirl wife so much he lets everybody else have a turn, and somehow that makes him feel closer to her instead of further, which is either beautiful or fucked up or both, I still haven’t decided.

Matsuda looks like that guy you see on LinkedIn who has everything: sharp suit, neat hair, arrogant little smile that says “partner track”. In this game, you slide into his skin and realize pretty fast that all that polished surface hides a man who never actually lived. He sold his youth, his hobbies, his stupid crushes, all of it, just to grind cases and billable hours. Now he finally has the big salary, the fancy apartment, and this seriously gorgeous wife with curves that just make you stop and stare, and that’s exactly where everything starts to rot from the inside. You don’t play a hero here. You play a man who realizes he might be losing the only thing that actually matters, and he notices it when her skirt gets shorter, her lipstick gets darker, and her eyes don’t stay on him anymore.

The whole thing feels quiet at first, like a small crack. She leans over the table and that ass just fills your view, and you get this little text from her: “Going out with friends tonight.” You know that’s nothing, right? Just friends. But the game keeps pushing tiny moments on you. A lingering smell of cheap male cologne when she hugs you. Her phone lighting up, and she turns it face down too fast. She comes home late, hair messed, stockings a bit torn, complaining she’s “tired” and falls straight into bed without letting you touch those ridiculous tits that used to bounce for you on the couch. Audible’s open on your phone but you’re not listening; you’re just staring at her from the hallway wondering who’s making her moan now. You start noticing how the camera loves her body more than it loves yours. Her hips, the soft way her breasts spill out of a half-buttoned shirt, the tiny wet marks that sometimes show on her panties when she thinks you’re not looking. At one point there is this scene where she is standing at the balcony, texting, and the text choices you get are things like “Ask gently” or “Pretend you don’t care”, and whichever you pick, it still feels like your balls are slowly being crushed. Sex still happens, but it’s different. She rides you with her mind somewhere else, biting her lip like she’s replaying something someone else did to her. You can feel every second of that. The game is not shy at all with the physical stuff. You see the way her ass jiggles when another man grabs her, the way she opens her legs in a car seat that is clearly not yours, the detail when she’s finally getting pounded and you’re not even in the room. Sometimes you just sit there, clicking, watching her get her pussy stretched and soaked by someone who doesn’t even know her middle name, and the worst part is how the protagonist still calls her “my wife” like that means anything. The scenes hit harder because they don’t always scream about it; sometimes the most brutal moment is just her walking past you with that freshly fucked glow on her skin, smelling like sweat and sex that is not yours, and you know exactly what she’s been doing without one word being said. It’s mean. It’s hot. It’s miserable. It’s the kind of story that leaves you half hard, half sick, staring at your screen like, “Yeah, I would still forgive her.”

Vanesa’s office looks like one of those high-end wellness apps tried to cosplay as a porn set and failed in a sexy way. Soft lighting, too much white, some fake plant in the corner, and this huge leather chair that basically screams “you’re going to do something you regret here.” You play this poor corporate drone who pretends to be there for “stress” and “performance anxiety,” but let’s be real, you’re there because she’s a futa shrink with big tits, lazy confidence and that slow way of talking that makes every normal sentence sound like a dirty suggestion. The game doesn’t waste time with complex fake psychology bullshit. She asks a few surface questions, looks bored, then starts poking at all your insecurities: your job, your dick, your relationships, your self-control. And she does it while slowly closing physical distance, touching your wrist a little too long, adjusting her glasses while staring straight at your crotch, that kind of teasing that hurts in a good way. It feels like those fucked up horny thoughts you get at work when you see a hot manager walk by and wonder what would happen if you just stopped being a decent human for a moment.

What I didn’t expect is how much the therapy vibe is used as an excuse to blur consent in this very specific “you are technically agreeing but you know she’s playing you” way. She gives you “exercises” that start innocent and then suddenly her hand is on your thigh, and you’re getting a slow, clinical handjob while she keeps this professional tone like she’s reading from a self-help audiobook. When she goes down for oral, she doesn’t transform into some wild porn actress; she stays calm, measured, like she’s testing you, watching your reaction as if she’s tracking progress on a chart. The best part is how she talks about your partner, like a case study. She keeps asking about them, how the sex is, what’s missing, why you’re fantasizing about someone else. Then she casually suggests “practice sessions” to help you “perform better at home,” which is fucking hilarious because you can literally feel she doesn’t give a shit about saving your relationship. There is this cold spark of ownership behind her eyes. The game calls it therapy, but it’s closer to grooming you into her personal toy, and the netorare/netori angle hits harder because it’s not loud or dramatic, it’s slow, it’s a creep of boundaries. One moment you’re fully dressed talking about stress, the next she has your cock in her mouth and she’s asking you, in this calm tone, if you think your partner could ever satisfy you like this. It’s intimate and fucked up at the same time, and the more you go back to her, the less you even pretend you’re there to “heal” anything. You’re just chasing that strange mix of shame, relief, and the feeling that someone smart and dangerous has their fingers wrapped around both your mind and your dick.

You know that feeling when a new neighbor moves in and your brain instantly writes a porn plot before you even see their face? This game grabs that exact feeling and just runs way too far with it. You’re a regular guy trying to live a quiet life, until Claire shows up next door with her husband and your libido basically signs a contract with the devil. Claire’s got that thick “I married the wrong guy but I still like expensive wine” look, big tits barely fitting in whatever she wears, big ass you’re definitely staring at while pretending to talk about trash collection. The first meeting is almost normal, awkward smiles and small talk, but the game does this thing where the sound of her voice sticks in your head long after the scene ends. Soft, slightly husky, a bit older than you expected, and you can literally hear your character’s self-control leaving the room. Or maybe that was just mine.

The trick is that the real filth doesn’t start with her in the daylight, it starts when you fall asleep. The dream sequences hit fast, like your brain was already preheated. One moment you’re lying in your boring bed, listening to some low ambient hum, the next you’re in this hazy, wet-focus fantasy where Claire is suddenly a lot more honest about what she wants. The soundtrack really leans into that foggy, horny half-sleep vibe: slow pads, a little reverb, almost like old-school chillout playlists on Spotify, but then you realize the rhythm matches the way she’s sliding down on your cock. Oral scenes are especially nasty here, in a good way. The sound design for her sucking you off is… yeah, it’s not subtle. There is spit, there is gag, there is that slurpy loop that almost annoyed me and then somehow made the whole thing hotter. I hated it and replayed it three times. The facial expressions are a bit uncanny sometimes since it’s that AI art style, but it kind of works for the dream angle, like your brain can’t fully render her but your dick doesn’t care.

Outside the dreams, the game plays with guilt and blackmail in a way that’s actually more uncomfortable than I expected. You start getting these hints that someone knows about your wet little night movies, and suddenly the fantasy of “I’m fucking my neighbor’s hot wife” flips into “oh shit, someone is using this to twist both of us.” There are moments where you’re watching her bend over for her husband, and the game makes you hear the echo of how she moaned for you in the dream. That’s where the cheating and netorare stuff kicks in hard. You’re turned on and kind of miserable at the same time, which is weirdly addictive. At one point I was listening more to the muffled bed creaks in the next room than reading the dialogue, just to catch whether she was faking it or not. The game never really lets you relax. Even when the scene is just simple flirting at the fence, the background audio and her little breathing noises make it feel like you’re already doing something wrong. I kept wishing there was one scene where things were truly sweet and not covered in tension, but honestly, if they added that, it might ruin the whole dirty, voyeur, “I shouldn’t be here but I am” mood this thing nails so well.