Natsuki really should stop going on vacation. Every time this woman leaves her house, someone ends up buried deep inside her who is not her husband, and honestly, I respect the commitment to bad choices. This time it is supposed to be a fancy hotel date with Yoshihiko, grown up, classy, proper married couple stuff. Champagne, soft music, the kind of evening you post to Instagram with some fake quote about everlasting love, you know? Then they get shuffled into sharing a table with Tatsuki, this rich old gentleman with that polite smile that screams "I have ruined plenty of marriages and slept just fine after." The story just quietly slides from warm romance into that queasy, horny territory where you already know everything is about to go wrong, you just do not know how fast. Half the erotic tension is in the way the game makes you sit through all the little social details: knees brushing under the table, wine being poured a little too slowly, his hand resting a bit too near her thigh. It is not subtle, but in that good trashy drama way. Like watching a cheating wife JAV you know is scripted, but still yelling at the screen, "Girl, you are not coming back from this."

The game hits that sweet, nasty spot where you are not just watching Natsuki get corrupted, you are basically helping gravity pull her panties down. She sits there in her pretty wife uniform, acting polite, blushing when Tatsuki leans in too close, pretending to be shocked when his hand creeps up her leg under the tablecloth. And you get stuck in this loop of small choices, not big cinematic ones. Let her pull away, or let her freeze for a second longer. Let her pretend she did not notice his fingers brushing her inner thigh. Let her excuse herself to the bathroom, where of course the "gentleman" just happens to follow and pin her softly to the wall, whispering about how she tasted that summer, like he is remembering a favorite dessert instead of someone else’s wife. It is cruel in that slow way, where her wedding ring is always right there in the frame while she is getting her mouth stuffed or her legs pushed apart. She gives these little protests, especially at first, all "we cannot, I am married now, I love Yoshi" while her body is already grinding on his cock, her breasts bouncing out of her dress, nipples slipping free. There is one scene at the hotel room door that almost broke me: she tries to go back to her faithful husband, eyes wet, then turns around and walks back down the hall to Tatsuki’s room instead, like her feet just betrayed her. No big speech, no huge drama, just a quiet, horny surrender. Next shot, she is on all fours on his bed, ass up, wedding ring shining while he pumps her full and she moans his name instead of "husband." It is mean. It is hot. It is that kind of story where the second time she cheats feels worse and better at the same time, and you sit there, lonely, clicking through it all on your phone and wondering why fictional people get more intense sex than you ever did.

It starts quiet, like one of those evenings when you swear you’re just checking something small before bed. I thought it was gonna be a quick “help Melory with homework” kind of clicker thing, but nah - this thing gets under your skin fast. The tension builds and then tilts sideways; suddenly you’re the guy making dumb choices while a soft-spoken girl grins like she knows exactly what you’ll do next. It doesn’t feel scripted half the time, more like an awkward memory you’re re-living. The way her voice dips right before teasing a boundary - that’s what caught me. You don’t even realize how deep the game wants to push until every tiny decision spirals into something filthier, or sweeter, depending on your mood.

The strangest part? I actually cared about the damn story for a second. There’s this older woman - Melory’s mom maybe, can’t remember - and she pulls off that fake calm thing way too well. One minute you’re blushing through a foot scene, next she’s lecturing you like some goddess who read your search history. And yeah, it’s heavy on the domination bits, anal teases, stuff that’d make your phone pause mid-loadscreen, but somehow none of it feels cheap. Even the sleep scenes - they make you uncomfortable in that weird way where you still click *next* without thinking. The ASMR moments are hit or miss, honestly; sometimes sexy as hell, other times they just sound like the mic brushing against a pillow, but whatever, it fits the messy, intimate rhythm of the game.

I hate that bottle mini-game though. It’s supposed to be random, but I swear it always lands on the person I didn’t want stripped that round. Maybe that’s the point? It messes with you, keeps that frustration humming right between curiosity and guilt. By the time things twist into those cross-path routes - with trans, maid, interracial, even golden shower endings - you kinda stop worrying about which kink is next and just ride the chaos. The mix of control and shame here works almost too well. Makes you breathe slower. Or hold it. Hard to tell which.

In this small community, things are not quite what you might expect. Our protagonist is an imperfect young man who grew up as the target of bullying, a real nobody with a literal bag over his head. As much as he can’t help what he looks like, he also can’t help but be empathetic to those around him. Players are challenged to look beneath the surface and explore the depth of rich storytelling within. After a series of tragic circumstances, his life will change completely! He will be given the chance to rise from his outcast origins to become either the biggest pimp the world has ever seen... or overcome his primal urges to stand up against an organization that has become the world's worst bully, all while seducing, romancing, and exploring the residents of his home town. Will you choose to be an enslaver or a noble savior of the world? Or will you blow it all up and lose everything? Will you discipline and corrupt those you meet? Or will you show compassion and love, perhaps leading to romance and fatherhood? The choice is yours...

This one feels like reading someone’s old chat logs that you were never supposed to see, but the window is stuck open and you just… keep scrolling. You play as this guy who meets again with a childhood friend, and right away you feel that awkward mix of nostalgia and “fuck, I used to jerk off thinking about her.” It’s not some big heroic setup, it’s more like you walk into a familiar room and everything’s been moved around, including her. She’s older, softer in the right places, that kind of lazy MILF hotness where she doesn’t even need to try. The game doesn’t spend an eternity on exposition, which I actually liked. There’s this quiet tension where your brain is already filling in the gaps: the afternoons you had together, the stupid inside jokes, all that “we almost kissed once” energy sitting there like a loaded gun.

The kinetic format helps the pace a lot. You’re not pausing every two minutes to pick some fake deep choice; it just drags you along the way a bad memory does. There’s a really nasty pleasure in how the scenes are framed. You keep noticing hands, lips, little motions. Her sitting too close on the couch, the way she looks over her shoulder when she knows you’re staring at her ass, how her tongue looks when she laughs. Then it slides into the sexual stuff in that very “oh shit this is actually happening” way. The oral and hand stuff is detailed enough that you can almost hear it in your head, but it never becomes cartoonish. She uses her mouth like she’s done this a lot and stopped being shy about it years ago. At the same time, you get those ugly flashes of jealousy, because it’s clear she didn’t stay frozen in time waiting for you. The NTR angle hits more in the gut than in the dick sometimes. That sick feeling when you realize she talks about another man with the same familiar smile she used to have just for you, while still stroking you off, like your cock is just one more thing she can multitask.

The voyeur elements are what actually made it stick in my brain more than the sex itself. Half the time you’re not even “participating,” you’re watching, listening, overhearing. The game likes to put you behind half-open doors and on the wrong side of the bed, where you can see everything but can’t change anything. Some scenes feel like that shitty habit of stalking an ex on Instagram and then clicking too far back. The visuals lean into that: angles where you’re not the main focus, you’re just the guy in the corner staring, maybe useful, maybe not. There is one thing that annoyed me, the way a really important emotional beat just kind of passes in two lines and then the story runs straight to the next blowjob like it’s late for work, but I guess that rushed feeling kind of matches the whole “you lost her a long time ago, idiot” vibe. Anyway, if you really want to squeeze everything out of it, don’t skip past the slower parts. Let yourself sit in the discomfort, in the little looks and small humiliations. The cum scenes hit harder when you’ve let the resentment simmer first.