Man, this game threw me off right from the start. I opened it thinking it’d just be another messy parody with lazy jokes and pixel boobs, but nah, it’s got this weirdly hypnotic rhythm to it. Like, you’re Morty but not Morty - more like some version of him that’s seen too much hentai at 4 AM and still tries to act chill about it. The writing bounces between awkward teen panic and total degenerate confidence, which somehow works. One minute he’s nervously mumbling about interdimensional nonsense, next he's elbow-deep in something that probably violates a few universal laws. And god, the voice lines - half sound like a bad improv skit on Discord, half like someone’s actual bedroom mic confession. It shouldn’t be hot, but it kind of is.

There’s this one scene - can’t even call it a scene, more like a fever dream - where he’s stuck between two portals, both dripping with fluorescent slime, and you’re given this choice that makes zero sense but also feels like the most important decision you’ll ever make. That’s what this whole thing does: makes absurdity feel spiritual. The pacing is off, like purposefully off, dragging moments until you’re uncomfortable enough to laugh or maybe keep clicking because the animations start looping smoother the longer you stare. The control scheme is nothing fancy but you won’t care, because somehow the dialogues keep pushing into taboo, stepping over lines like they’re suggestions, and then circling back into weird emotional vulnerability that shouldn’t land but totally does.

I swear the backgrounds change depending on how bad you feel for laughing during the dark parts. Could be my imagination or just bad memory, can’t tell. The “Rick” version here is unhinged even by internet standards, giving these lectures that start about time travel and end in humiliation kinks. And the “Summer” side stuff - let’s just say it redefines uncomfortable curiosity. I tried alt-tabbing to Spotify halfway through a scene and forgot what song I was even playing. That’s how this game eats time and dignity together, one click at a time.

You start off thinking it’s just a weird job. A club gig, nothing fancy, just you and your step-mom trying to sc*** by. Then the dress comes in - tight fabric, smooth against skin, showing more leg than you’re used to. It’s supposed to be “uniform,” but it feels like a dare. Every shift you feel the hem riding up a little higher, the neckline dipping lower, and the stares from the regulars getting heavier. There’s something almost humiliating about it, but it hits that strange nerve between shame and arousal. The game leans into that confusion - slowly, softly, until you stop fighting it.

And your step-mom… she’s not the sweet, caring type you’d expect. She’s confident, too confident maybe, with a smile that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. You catch her in the VIP room one night, her moans slipping through the wall, and suddenly all those buried thoughts you didn’t want to name come crawling out. The story doesn’t rush that part - it lets you sit in the discomfort, the jealousy, the hunger. It’s filthy, but also strangely tender. Like the game’s trying to make you understand desire instead of just showing it. I kept thinking I’d hate her, but somehow I ended up wanting to be her. Or maybe both.

What really gets me is how the writing doesn’t pretend to be moral. There’s cheating, manipulation, that slow feminization that creeps into your bones until you can’t tell where the lie ends and the kink begins. It’s not about control; it’s about surrender, about wanting to be wanted even when it feels wrong. Some scenes hit too close, like the mirror moment where you finally admit you like the way the dress fits. It’s erotic, yes, but also messy and human and confusing in a way that feels too real. I didn’t expect to get turned on and emotionally wrecked at the same time, but here we are.

Reika’s whole deal hooked me way faster than I expected. She’s this super competent agent from Solara HQ, all cool and collected, but the main plot is basically, “my husband’s dick got cursed and now I have to work with this greasy engineer dude to fix it.” It sounds like hentai mad libs, I know, but it actually lands. You’re in this mix of mission briefings and quiet lab scenes, watching her try to stay loyal while the game very slowly, almost teasingly, pushes her into messed up situations. The nice part is they don’t shove the NTR in your face from the start. It’s like it’s hiding behind the UI, behind silhouettes, behind those blurred and pixelated bits that you pretend you hate but keep leaning toward the screen to see better. There’s this one scene where you only get Reika’s outline against a workshop light, and you can hear Fredric shifting closer, see his hand kind of implied on her hip, and nothing “official” happens, but you already feel that sick horny mix of “oh no” and “okay but yes.” Then later the same space is reused and your brain fills in the gaps. It’s cheap as hell and also kind of genius.

The 3D bodies are doing the heavy lifting here. Reika is built like some artist’s long-running fantasy project: big chest, big ass, curves that look like they’re trying to break out of the tactical suit. The breasts have this weight that reacts nicely when she turns or leans, not super polished AAA level, but there’s enough jiggle and dragging motion that your lizard brain applauds. The faces are a bit jank sometimes, like her expression slides between “worried wife” and “posed VR chatbot” too fast, and once her mouth looked slightly off center and now I can’t unsee it. The pixelated sex bits are weird in a fun way. You get these animated loops where everything important is censored into chunky pixels, but the motion is very detailed, hips grinding, fingers clenching, fluids clearly there even if you only see them as little bright squares. It kind of feels like watching someone’s hard drive from 2008 got remastered into a VN. And yeah, the NTR angle is “hidden,” but only in the sense that the husband is almost never fully present while all this shit happens around his situation. You get these scenes where Reika is talking about curing him while her body language is slowly surrendering to other hands and mouths, and the game just treats it like normal mission progress. It never screams “hey, you’re being cucked,” it just lets you connect that the cure is taking very long and Fredric is suddenly very “close” to her in the animations. There’s even a moment where the camera lingers way too long on the husband’s sleeping, useless crotch while you already know what Reika did a couple scenes ago, and it hits harder than any explicit shot would. I still hate that one sound effect for the door in the lab, by the way, it’s like a microwave and a printer had a baby, they keep using it, and it completely pulls me out every time, but then Reika bends over some console and I forget what I was complaining about.

City looks normal on the surface, right? Trains, vending machines, neon signs, same boring apartment blocks, everybody pretending they don’t see each other. In this game that skin of normal life is just a thin Tarot card veil, and behind it there is this thick, sticky story about a kid and his mom, and how “family love” starts to shift into something way more fucked up and way more hot than it should be. You play as Asahi, teenage boy who already feels like the Page of Cups: too many feelings, no idea where to put them, jerking off in his room while his busty single mom walks around the house in clothes that are “totally normal” only if your tits are a religion. The art is that AI-looking stuff, a bit uneven, but sometimes it hits super hard: one frame she’s just a cute caring mom with soft eyes, next frame she turns her head and suddenly you see the Empress reversed, like she’s one bad decision away from being corrupted completely. I like that. I hate that. It feels cheap and it feels perfect at same time. Her ass is huge, by the way, and the game knows it. Half the camera angles are basically just “Hana’s ass, the full moon arcana”.

What made me stick to it was how the story feels like pulling Tarot cards one by one and watching them get dirtier. At the start it’s just small stuff: little scenes of her leaning too close, her shirt slipping down just enough so your brain clicks “this is wrong” and your dick says “shut up”. There are both male and female viewpoints, which is fun because sometimes you’re trapped inside the boy’s horny mind, then suddenly you’re in the mom’s head, seeing how she tries to be responsible and ends up masturbating in the shower thinking of things she absolutely shouldn’t. The first time you catch her touching herself is like drawing the Devil card upright. You walk past her door, hear those quiet wet sounds, open just a crack, and there she is on the bed, one hand between her legs, other hand clenching the sheets, whispering your father’s name at first, then stopping, then not saying any name at all. That scene sticks. I actually paused and re-opened it in another tab on my phone later, like some degenerate, while pretending to read chat in Telegram. And it’s not just cheap porn; there is this heavy feeling of “oh shit, this is going to break everything” under every blowjob hint and every long stare.

The corruption vibe creeps in slowly, like the Tower card hanging above you, waiting. New guys show up, neighbors, co-workers, that kind of thing, and each one feels like a possible thief of your little world with her. The netorare angle sneaks up. At first you’re just jealous because some dude stares at her tits in the store, then it turns into real threat when she blushes at some innocent compliment and you realize the game is totally ready to let someone else enjoy that big ass while you watch like a complete cuck. That mix of arousal and sick feeling in the stomach is very strong here. There are choices that look small, like “do you peek longer” or “do you pretend to sleep when she checks on you”, but later it feels like each one was a card laid on the table, building a spread you can’t escape from. Sometimes scenes cut too fast, sometimes the pacing feels weird, like the game gets shy and then suddenly not shy at all, like going from soft family breakfast to her on her knees, lips parted, tongue slightly out, ready to wrap around some guy’s cock that might or might not be yours. The boobs are big, the asses are bigger, the kisses turn into sucking, and somewhere in the middle you realize you’re not sure if you want to protect her, own her, or just sit in the dark and watch her get taken away piece by piece. It’s messy, like a reading where all the cards come out reversed and you’re still smiling because damn, the story is hot.