First impression of this thing is just: “wow, this game really hates you, and somehow that feels kinda hot”. You’re dropped into uni life as this scrawny virgin cuck-in-training, and everyone seems to smell it on you. Girls talk to you like you’re a wallet with legs, a free Uber, or a dildo that never gets used. It starts slow, like normal campus shit, group chats, thirsty Instagram stories, NSFW memes, Discord calls where you only hear moans through a shitty mic and your imagination does the rest. The whole vibe is very “you’re watching your own life from the corner of the room, pants around your ankles”. The POV style works well with that, you always feel like you’re peeking when you shouldn’t, checking DMs you shouldn’t, seeing videos that are definitely not for you, but you still hit replay, and replay, and replay, while your dick and your ego both take damage.

The girls are the main attraction, obviously, and they’re completely out of your league in every way. You have these stacked milfs that look like they only date athletes, goth futa babes who treat you like a puppy, a smug redhead with Makima energy who talks sweet but you know she secretly wants to put a collar on you, and a Gwen Stacy type who seems innocent until you see who she’s really fucking when you’re not around. There is some wild crossover energy too, like one moment you’re drooling over a Lara Croft lookalike with big tits and a bigger ass grinding on some muscular dude at the gym, next moment your phone buzzes with her “sorry, I’m tired tonight” text while you can still hear the slap of skin in the background. You keep getting stuck in these situations where you help them with homework, pay for their Uber, buy them a stupid lollipop or some lingerie from your last bit of cash, and in return you get teased like crazy. They flash you on webcam, show off their lingerie, send half-cropped nudes where the important part is always just out of frame. And when they finally do go full explicit, it is usually with someone else. Bigger. Meaner. Darker. There is interracial action, rough pounding, spit, choking, all that good nasty stuff, and you are either watching through a cracked door like a little voyeur perv, or through an OnlyGoons stream that you accidentally helped set up, because yeah, you are literally building your own humiliation studio.

The NTR stuff hits hard, and if you are sensitive about that, this thing really does not care. You fall in love, you confess, you get “aww, you’re so sweet” responses, then five minutes later she is on her knees in some locker room choking on another guy’s cock while you stare at your phone, edging. There is a lot of edging here, by the way. The whole flow is built around pumping yourself, stopping, reading some humiliating chat, seeing her get filled, feeling the pregnancy risk jokes, the “oops, no condom” scenes, and then being told to leak a little and stop again. There is a female domination flavor in almost every route, from the school queen that uses you as emotional support while getting railed by a futa classmate, to the smug trans girl who treats you like a cute toy and makes you watch her fuck other boys. Sometimes it gets surprisingly funny too. The humor is pretty toxic, very internet, lots of “touch grass” and “gooner” jokes, like the game is calling you out the way your Twitter feed does at 4 in the afternoon when you should be working but you are instead jerking it to an ai cg of a milf with a strap-on. At one point we got stuck on this tiny thing where the notification sound in the game is almost identical to Telegram, so every time it popped up, we kept checking our phones like idiots. It drove us crazy and we never bothered changing the audio settings, just kept getting baited by it. There are BDSM toys, leashes, humiliation tasks like filming yourself while you cum to a video of her getting railed from behind, and she might send you one mocking voice message, then disappear to go meet some guy from One Punch Man cosplay group. The corruption side is nice and slow too, you watch shy girls get more and more comfortable flashing their big asses in public, flirting harder, turning the whole campus into their exhibitionist playground while you just keep sinking deeper into cuck territory, pumping your dick like a clown. It’s messy, cruel, horny as hell, and a little too real when you see that “send tip” button pop up again and your brain goes “yeah, maybe just one more time”.

I started this one out of curiosity, expecting some goofy parody nonsense, but ended up weirdly invested in how far it’d push the “Mystery Gang but everyone’s horny and morally sideways” idea. It’s not shy about being nasty, that’s for sure. The tone goes from slapstick to straight-up filthy without blinking - one second Daphne’s teasing with that fake-innocent grin, next she’s doing things that’d make a cam site blush. I kind of liked that shamelessness, even if sometimes it felt like it was trying too hard to shock. The humor’s crude, messy, but that’s part of the fun - like watching people cosplay too well, and then forget they’re pretending. Fred’s written as this clean-cut idiot who slowly realizes he’s not the main character anymore, and it’s both funny and sad in a way I didn’t expect. Velma’s corruption arc? Way too hot, even when it gets borderline mean.

The sandbox thing works better than I thought - it gives you room to poke around and see how different choices twist the group dynamic. There’s a scene with a mirror and a toy that’s so ridiculous it almost breaks the tone, but then it doubles down and somehow sells it. I wish the sound design wasn’t so uneven, though; sometimes it’s moans, sometimes it’s dead silence like someone forgot to hit record. Still, the awkwardness adds charm. The game doesn’t care if it’s pretty or polished, it just wants to push you toward that point where you laugh and gasp at the same time. I caught myself mumbling “that’s too much” while clicking for the next round. It’s that kind of ride.

What’s strange is how it sneaks in a bit of character work under all the sleaze. You start noticing how each of them gives in differently - Daphne plays with it, Velma rationalizes it, Fred just breaks. I kept expecting some moral wrap-up, but it never comes, just more teasing, more corruption, like a loop you don’t really want to end. I guess that’s the point.

The premise grabbed me immediately - a porn screenwriter forced to become an actor while his wife secretly does the same thing. It's like watching two people play the most awkward game of sexual hide-and-seek imaginable. The netorare elements creep in slowly, building this suffocating tension where you know everything's about to explode. I spent way too long analyzing the dialogue trees in the first act, trying to figure out if the protagonist's constant nervousness was intentional character development or just clunky writing. Either way, it works because you feel that same anxiety watching him fumble through excuses about his "late nights at the office."

What really got under my skin was how the game handles the cheating mechanics. Your wife starts acting different - more adventurous in bed, new techniques she "read about online." Meanwhile you're learning those exact same moves on set with actresses who have absolutely massive tits and won't shut up about how good you are for a "beginner." The irony is suffocating but also incredibly hot. The multiple endings system rewards different levels of deception, and I found myself reloading saves just to see how many lies I could stack before everything collapsed. The anal scenes with the MILF director are particularly well-animated, though her dialogue during the exhibitionism segments feels forced. She keeps talking about "teaching young talent" while bent over the craft services table, which... okay, sure.

The creampie scenes pack real emotional weight because they're not just about the physical act - they're about betrayal, about crossing lines you can't uncross. When your wife finally admits her own secret career in adult films, the confrontation scene offers genuine choices that matter. You can embrace the swinging lifestyle, fight for traditional monogamy, or spiral into jealous rage. The big ass actresses your wife works with become recurring characters, adding layers of complexity I didn't expect. Sometimes the game crashes during the more intense oral sex animations, but honestly that just gave me time to process what the hell was happening to this marriage.

It’s weird how a game can make your stomach twist like that - like jealousy and curiosity are kissing behind your ribs. Mina’s messages feel too real, her little hearts and half-sincere emojis landing harder than they should. You’re not just reading text bubbles; you’re kinda reading your own reflection, that insecure part that wants to check her phone when she’s in the shower. It’s not even about trust. It’s about the thrill of maybe finding something you shouldn’t. The game knows that. It plays you more than you play it. I kept thinking I’d stay calm, but then some random producer sent her a photo at midnight, and I swear I felt my pulse in my teeth.

There’s this moment - she sends a selfie that’s almost innocent. Almost. You can tell she’s not alone, though the frame pretends she is. That’s when I realized the point isn’t to “win” her back. The point’s to feel that sting, to let it crawl under your skin until it burns. The choices don’t really matter, or maybe they do, but the game’s so good at pretending they don’t that you start second-guessing your own reactions. I hated that. And loved it. Like when you know you’re being teased but you lean into it anyway. The music’s soft, too clean for what’s happening on-screen - it’s like watching a slow breakup inside a perfume ad.

I wish Mina’s typing bubbles didn’t take so long to appear. That wait feels cruel. But maybe that’s the best part. You stare, waiting, wondering what she’s doing while you wait. Sometimes I thought I wanted more pictures, more explicit proof, but when the game actually gives you something close to that, it’s worse. You want to look away, but you don’t. That’s the whole trick - it makes you complicit. It’s not about sex, not really. It’s about wanting to control what you can’t. And maybe that’s the dirtiest thing of all.