You wake up beside her again, same as yesterday, same as the day before that - except she doesn’t remember your face. Not your name, not the way her legs wrapped around you last night, not the promises whispered against her ear. Every morning, she’s new. Blank. Soft. The game makes you feel like a bastard just for thinking about it, but then it tempts you harder - because who’s gonna stop you when she forgets every touch by sunrise? It’s dirty in that way that crawls under your skin and stays there, even when you pretend you’re just “testing different routes.” Sure. That’s what I told myself too.

Then her twin moves in, and things twist tighter. She looks at you with that same mouth, same body, but she remembers everything. There’s jealousy hiding under her polite smile. The kind that says she’s thought about you when she shouldn’t. Her hand brushes yours in the kitchen - accidentally, of course - and the screen flickers because the damn render bug still isn’t fixed. Doesn’t matter. You can almost feel her breath anyway. Later, when she knocks on your door at night, wearing nothing but guilt and a thin shirt, you’ll swear the devs coded temptation into the mouse cursor itself.

The corruption route hits hardest. Not because it’s the dirtiest (though, yeah, it is), but because it tricks you into believing you’re still the good guy. You watch her sister sneak into your bed, watch the girlfriend forget, watch yourself become someone you don’t recognize. There’s voyeurism baked right into the story structure - half the time you’re spying on your own conscience. The sex scenes aren’t shy: lips, fingers, wet sounds, the whole mess of it. Yet somehow it’s the morning after that feels filthiest, when she smiles at you like a stranger again. The game doesn’t punish you for cheating - it lets you drown in it. And maybe that’s worse.

Koji feels like that guy from every boring salaryman meme. Stable job, stable pay, stable marriage, stable everything, like his whole life is one long default setting on a porn site filter. Got the nice quiet wife at home, Minako, older but still lowkey hot in that “housewife who pretends she doesn’t know how good her ass looks in those leggings” way. Nothing really wrong, nothing really thrilling either. Then Rin drags home this smug little punk as her boyfriend and suddenly the whole safe little world Koji built starts dripping filth in the corners. Not in some overdone drama way, more like your brain just catches one angle too long and suddenly you’re rock hard and pissed off at yourself at the same time. You know that feeling when you watch something on XVideos that you swear you’re not into, then three tabs later that’s exactly what you’re searching for on purpose? Yeah. That.

The good part is how the game sits you right in that ugly horny spot. It doesn’t pretend Koji is a noble dude. He’s working late, tired, scrolling shit on his phone like FapHouse and Pornhub on the train, thinking about his sweet loyal wife while also getting turned on by clips where wives get passed around or talk back to their husbands. Then you come home and Rin’s boyfriend is there, way too loud, way too confident, way too handsy even when he’s just “helping” Minako with something. One scene you’re just watching them make dinner together and it feels normal, next second the camera goes a bit closer on Minako’s chest when she leans over him and Koji’s inner voice goes to a real dark place. Not dark as in murder, dark as in “why does it turn me on seeing my wife standing too close to another man” and then you get the choice to either shut that down or lean into it. Of course you lean into it, you animal. Tiny touches matter here. Stuff like Minako asking if her dress is too tight to meet Rin’s boyfriend, just casual, and Koji can either say “you look modest” or “you look a bit too sexy” and then secretly hope she doesn’t change. The tease is slow and kind of mean.

It plays a lot with the whole “who is stealing who” angle. Sometimes it feels like Minako is being taken from you, sometimes like you are the one serving her up on a plate and pretending to be upset. One route I had her texting other guys at night while Koji sits in the next room trying to focus on some boring company data, pretending he can’t hear the little alert sounds. Another moment she’s sitting on the couch with Rin’s boyfriend, both of them watching some stupid Netflix show, and you stay standing in the doorway too long. He spreads his legs, she doesn’t move away, your chest tightens, and suddenly the game throws you an option like “imagine her on his lap” that you didn’t ask for but your dick did. It’s not just straight “wife gets fucked and you cry”, it slides between jealousy, arousal, shame, actual love for her, and that fucked up happiness when she smiles more after getting attention from other men. And yeah, sometimes it goes full-on cruel, especially if you push the more hardcore stuff, but I liked that it lets Koji be complicit instead of only a victim. He corrupts himself, not just his wife. Though I’m still mad the game never explained why Rin’s boyfriend chews like that in one dinner scene. Couldn’t focus on the dialogue, just wanted to choke him and also watch Minako suck him off right there at the table. Anyway. The whole thing feels like someone recorded that phase where you discover a new kink from some random porn recommendation and turned it into a slow burn story that keeps rubbing salt and cum on the same wound over and over.

Edward is the kind of guy you look at and think, “yeah, this dude really believes in romance.” He’s got that boring good-boy energy, the one who plans date nights, remembers anniversaries, all that crap. His girl, Erica, she’s got this soft sweetness at first glance, but her body is just pure trouble. Huge tits that don’t fit normal clothes right, an ass that keeps stealing every scene she’s in, tight skirts that pretend to be modest and fail every time. The story just drops you in the middle of their “happy” relationship, no grinding for stats, no dumb choices, just watching him slowly fuck around with the idea of “sharing” her like it’s a game and not a complete mindfuck. And then there’s Diego. Tall, confident, that annoying kind of chill dude who always looks like he knows more than you. The second he appears, it’s obvious what role he’ll play, but the tension is still hot as hell. There’s this nice build up where Edward is acting like he’s just being open minded, teasing her with dirty talk, showing her porn of girls getting used by other guys while pretending he’s not secretly terrified and turned on at the same time.

What I liked is how the whole thing moves like a slow train crash. No branching, no “good” route where everything stays pure. You just watch them slide from harmless flirting to real line-crossing. It starts with Edward pushing Erica to dress more revealing around Diego, little stuff like bending too much in front of him, accidental tits out of the bra, her laughing it off but not really. Then the eye contact gets longer, the jokes get dirtier, and the story leans hard into that cruel mix of romance and betrayal. Edward keeps telling himself this is their “thing,” that he’s in control, that he’s the one giving permission. And it’s kinda hot at first. There’s a moment where Erica sits on Edward’s lap while texting Diego, and the whole scene is just her grinding her big ass slowly while typing, pretending it’s nothing. No crazy action, just tension and cocky little smiles. That part stuck with me more than some of the full-on sex later.

The sex itself flips between tender and brutal in a nice way. One minute you have Edward and Erica making love like they’re still in a normal couple story, kisses, soft touches, her tits bouncing as she rides him, whispering that she loves only him. Next scene, Diego has her folded up, grabbing her ass with both hands, her moaning louder than she ever did with Edward, and the camera is unkind about it. You see the little details that hurt the most: her losing control when Diego hits that spot inside her, the way she calls his name a bit too clear, the exact second Edward’s fake confidence breaks. There’s teasing everywhere, not just sexual teasing, but emotional. She’ll say “it’s just fun, you know that” while her body clearly tells another story. The game makes you sit through Edward trying to be cool about it, to pretend this is still “their” fantasy and not his private nightmare. Some scenes are honestly rough if you’re a purist. At one point Diego sits on the couch like he owns the place, Erica standing between his knees, tits half out, and Edward just watches, frozen. It pissed me off a bit how easily she melts, but I couldn’t stop watching either. And I’m not even into this stuff usually, I’m that boring vanilla guy who just wants one-on-one romance, yet here I am, watching this dude slowly lose his girl and getting hard anyway. That’s probably the worst part.

Bianca and Aaron look like that boring perfect couple you scroll past on Instagram, the ones that post honeymoon pics with too many filters and hashtags, and then you start this story and realize their whole life is hanging by a horny little thread. It kicks off super normal, just a “game night” after the honeymoon, soccer rivalry trash talk, beers on the table, TV on, same old. Then you meet Aaron’s boys, and right away it smells like drama. All three of his so-called best friends have history with his wife. Actual history. One of them literally used to fuck her, not in some vague college fling way, but proper ex-boyfriend who clearly still knows every switch on her body. The game quietly leans into that awkward energy and never lets it go. The camera loves lingering on shit it shouldn’t, like the way Bianca sits too close on the couch, or how her eyes hold a second too long when one of the guys makes a dumb joke. There is animated stuff, yeah, but the real hit is how it builds that slow “everyone knows but no one says it” tension.

Bianca’s not just some perfect waifu. She’s messy in that good way. She dresses hot for “friends coming over” when she really didn’t need to, and the story keeps you guessing if she’s doing it on purpose or just pretending she’s innocent. And then she calls her BFF, which sounds like damage control at first. Like, she doesn’t want to be the only woman in a room full of dudes who already banged her. Fair enough. Except her friend walks in and you instantly go “oh great, she’s worse.” That girl is chaos with lipstick, clearly obsessed with Aaron, and the game does not hide it. The way she touches him when she doesn’t need to, hugs that last a bit too long, that fake friendly “I’m just playing” bullshit that you know is total cap. At some point you stop watching the soccer match almost entirely and just follow who is looking at who behind his back. You get those sneaky shots with Bianca half turned away, texting, or going to “grab something from the kitchen” and someone follows her, and suddenly the whole “game night” thing is just an excuse for everyone to test how far they can push it without Aaron snapping. When the group stuff finally hits, it doesn’t feel random, it feels like the dam you’ve been staring at finally cracking and then absolutely drowning the poor idiot who thought his friends were just friends. There’s this one moment where Aaron is right in the room and the others are basically violating the idea of marriage in front of him, and the story still somehow makes it feel like he’s the outsider in his own house. It’s filthy, kind of mean, and honestly pretty funny in a dark way, like watching a sitcom where the laugh track got replaced by moans and whispered “don’t tell him.”