Death in this game feels almost like a dumb joke. One moment you’re gone, next moment some higher power tosses you back into the city like “here, go clean up horny ghosts now.” You’re not a hero, you’re more like a half-confused exorcist with a dirty mind, wandering around dirty streets and creepy apartments where every shadow might be a spirit or just a girl with tits that look like they’re breaking the fabric of her bra. It’s that kind of mix: cheap horror vibes, lots of soft colored lights, then suddenly there’s a MILF ghost asking if you’re here to banish her or “take responsibility” for waking her up. And honestly, you kinda want to do both. The whole thing plays out like an ecchi anime someone forgot to censor, with a bit of cheap cartoon style humor where even the scariest curses somehow end with you face-first in some big ass or with a hand up a shirt you probably shouldn’t be touching.

The story jumps around in a funny way. One moment you chase a curse to some old building, expecting some Ring-style crawly nightmare, and instead you bump into a tsundere waifu ghost that calls you an idiot for messing up the ritual while her gigantic boobs are literally clipping through her shirt. You talk, pick some choices, mess up a line, she gets pissed, and then somehow that leads to her pinning you against the wall and “absorbing your spiritual energy” with her mouth in a way that is absolutely not PG. There’s one scene in a tiny bathroom where the light flickers and the mirror starts bleeding, and out comes this shy specter girl with huge eyes and even huger tits, trembling like she’s actually scared of you, and when you purify her, the game flips it into this incredibly tender blowjob scene. It’s kind of sweet and fucked up at the same time. And then there’s a milf neighbor who’s not even dead, just “cursed,” walking around in a robe that never closes properly, and the game keeps giving you camera angles that stare right at her cleavage, like it’s reminding you every ten seconds that you’re not here for the plot.

What I liked is how it doesn’t pretend to be classy. Some scenes are just straight-up porn: you’re grinding this big-thighed ghost over a ritual circle while sigils glow under her ass, and she moans about how the curse is leaving her body while your dick is clearly the only exorcism tool being used. It’s stupid and hot. There’s one alley scene where a demon girl bends you over spiritually, and the choices you made before actually change her dialogue and how rough she goes, which caught me off guard because I thought it would be just click-next-to-cum. On the other hand, some “romantic” paths feel rushed like the dev got horny and stopped writing halfway, so you go from awkward small talk to full anal in maybe three lines of text, no buildup, just “okay, clothes off.” The text sometimes reads like it was written half on coffee, half on horny brain, with weird jokes that made me laugh just because they were so dumb, like a ghost calling your dick “holy staff.” And the game loves big tits so much it basically forgets asses exist, except for two or three scenes where the camera finally goes behind and you’re like: damn, where was this angle the whole time. Music is that chill loop you forget is there, which is good because you’ll be tabbing out to Telegram or watching something on YouTube between scenes, then suddenly there’s a haunted school stairwell and a busty spirit in a half-ripped uniform asking if you’re brave enough to “finish what she couldn’t in life,” and of course you pick the most degenerate option just to see how far it goes. It kind of feels like opening a cursed doujin and then realizing it reacts to the stupid choices you make, and by the time you’re balls-deep in another “purification ritual,” you’re not even thinking about ghosts anymore, just hoping the next girl moans louder and the dev remembers to add more positions this time.

Game hits like that moment when you open your phone “just to check something” and suddenly it’s three galleries later and your dick hurts a bit but you’re still tapping. You start as this guy who thinks he’s got a sweet thing going with Nikki, cute fox-eared girl, soft as hell when she smiles, and your buddy Mini hanging around like comic relief. First few scenes feel all lovey and harmless, chatting, cheesy flirting, lame jokes you’ve probably said on WhatsApp yourself. It feels almost too normal, like a comfy mobile chat sim where you’re just vibing, one thumb on the screen, other hand nowhere near your pants. Yet.

Then the game starts twisting the knife. Slowly. No sudden jump scare NTR, more like a glass of water that keeps getting darker each tap. Nikki’s “just trying new things for work”, Mini “only helping out”, that kinda bullshit. You get those voyeur moments where you’re stuck watching, not doing, and it’s rough in a hot way. Your guy keeps sending clueless messages while you see what’s really happening in the background, and the contrast is brutal. They’re smiling in chat, but her body language in the CG says “I already crossed a line and I kinda like it”. The teasing is insane, like she’ll still call you “babe” while someone else’s hand is on her thigh just off-screen. When the camera finally slides down and you see it, it hits way harder because you already knew, but you didn’t want to know.

Since it’s kinetic, you don’t get to spam choices, which pissed me off at first, but actually works. Feels like a speedrun where the route is fixed, and your only job is to unlock every dirty CG as fast as possible. You’re not changing fate, you’re just optimizing your suffering. I was literally sitting there with one hand on the phone, other already busy, racing the fade-outs like “no no no, don’t cut yet, I know there’s a second pose here”. And there usually is. AI art is surprisingly effective for this style: bodies just a little too perfect, eyes a bit too shiny, like cheap gacha ads that suddenly get way too explicit. Sometimes the hands look funky or a leg goes weird and I kept pausing like, “who the fuck’s thigh is that?” then went right back to stroking five seconds later. It’s that kind of game. Cheating, corruption, masturbation fuel, all bundled into a story where you’re basically third-wheeling your own relationship, staring at your screen and letting it happen because you secretly wanted to see how far she’d fall anyway.

Streamer Crush feels like someone turned that bad habit of lurking in horny Twitch chats into a full-time job where your cock gets a say in HR decisions. You’re not the hot one on camera, you’re the moderator hiding behind a goofy username, pretending to care about spam filters while you’re really thinking “how do I make this girl moan my name instead of thanking subs.” It starts pretty innocent: you sit in the chat, click away idiots, let the thirsty comments slide if they help the mood, juggle little minigames that pop up when the stream gets busy. You’re watching the view count go up, her smile change, the way she leans a bit closer to the camera when the vibe is right. That’s actually where it got me. Not the sex at first. The slow shit. The way one of the girls stops using “chat” and suddenly uses your mod name like it’s private, even if thousands are watching.

The game leans a lot into that fantasy that every lonely guy in a Pornhub comment section secretly has: “if I was her mod, she’d actually notice me.” You pick scenes, you choose which comments to boost, you try to keep trolls from ruining a stream while also letting some dirty stuff pass because you just want to see how far she goes. Sometimes you’re trying to keep her focused on the puzzle or whatever she’s “officially” streaming, sometimes you’re absolutely encouraging the chat to spam her with “try that toy again” so she reaches for that little vibrator you both know is off-screen. Then it’s not off-screen. The camera angle gets more personal, her tits fill half the view, there’s this one POV-style event where it feels like she moved the cam just for you and she’s sucking on a dildo like it’s your cock while reading the messages you chose. She chokes a bit, eyes watering, then gives that stupid ahegao face that would piss me off in anime, yet here it somehow makes my dick harder. I hate that. I also love that.

Where it gets interesting is how the “romance” quietly sneaks in between all the cumbrain stuff. You’re chasing better dates, better scenes, making choices that push one streamer closer while another one starts giving you colder replies, less heart emojis, more “thanks for the help, mod” like you’re just staff again. There’s this moment when one girl sends you a private pic that’s not even that explicit, just her on a couch in normal clothes, no bra, nipples kinda visible through the shirt, and it hits harder than the full-on creampie animations you unlock later. Maybe because in the public stream she’s all big tits and bouncing ass on camera, toys in her pussy, moaning loud for donations, bending over so you can see the wet line between her cheeks, and then in DMs she just types like a half-tired human: “did I do ok?” You know it’s a game. You still sit there, staring, overthinking which reply raises her relationship bar without sounding like a simp. Meanwhile, some tiny details will annoy the shit out of you for no reason, like the way one of the button sounds is just a bit too sharp or the same chat emote appears three times in a row and your brain latches onto that nonsense while she’s literally riding a dildo on screen. You’re juggling sex toys, ban hammers, puzzle bits and fake internet clout, and somewhere in there the game tricks you into feeling weirdly responsible for a fictional girl’s orgasm and her career at the same time. It’s messy, horny, a bit pathetic, a bit too real. Which is exactly why I kept clicking.

Eddie and Rachel look like that normal anime couple you scroll past on Instagram reels and think, “yeah, they’re fine, next.” Then the game quietly takes that “fine” and just grinds it into horny dust while you sit there, phone in hand, feeling way too involved for someone who technically isn’t even in the story. It’s a kinetic visual novel, so no menu maze, no stat grinding, no “good husband route if you say the right thing” safety net. You’re basically trapped in the passenger seat watching this dude’s life spiral while his wife slowly slips out of his reach, text by text, pic by pic, call by call. There’s something really nasty and kind of addictive about how normal it all starts: money problems, job gone to hell, loans that look familiar if you ever opened your banking app and just stared at the numbers like they’re a joke. Eddie’s trying to keep his job, trying to make the boss happy, trying to handle his dick failing him from stress, and Rachel’s trying to help, trying to bring cash, trying to stay that supportive wife… until the “trying” turns into late replies, camera angles that are just a bit too flattering, and clothes that are “for interviews” but you can tell they’re chosen to impress very specific eyes that are not yours.

Most of the tension lives in the phone. If you ever sunk too much time into WhatsApp or Discord drama, this hits way too close. Notifications feel like traps. You read Eddie scrolling, you see Rachel’s messages, and the timing of everything is just cruel. There’s that familiar teasing flavor where she’s still sweet, still calling him “hun” or whatever, but a random selfie has a bra that wasn’t there before, or a skirt that rides a little higher, and the background has some dude’s office in it. You’re not told directly, “hey, this is corruption now.” It’s more like you’re stuck doomscrolling the slow-motion cheating arc of your own relationship, except here you’re safe and also rock hard, which is messed up but that’s the point. The voyeur angle is strong, too. You’re not in the room while she’s touching herself, but you see the proof after. You don’t watch Eddie’s boss eye-fuck his wife in real time, but the CGs and the way the chat logs line up give your brain enough to fill the blanks on its own. At some point she’s not just helping with bills anymore; she’s “helping” in ways that clearly have nothing to do with loan interest, and everything to do with how far she’ll let them push her, and how far you’re willing to keep watching her fall. The wild part is how the romance never fully disappears. There are moments where you can tell she still loves him, still cares, even while she’s sending off pictures she would never have shared before, masturbating with someone else on call, or letting another guy “help her relax” because Eddie’s too worn out and too soft. It’s filthy, it’s cruel, it’s sad in a way that sits right next to horny instead of killing it, and the game never pauses to ask if you’re okay with that. It just keeps moving, like a group chat you know you should mute, but you sit there, staring at the screen, waiting for the next message anyway.