Under One Roof: Step by Step is that kind of story that looks innocent for like five seconds, then suddenly you are sitting in front of the screen thinking, “Ok, I really should not be this hard from doing laundry and talking about rent.” It is quiet, slow slice of life, nothing explodes, nobody has magic powers, and still it gets under your skin. You’re this guy sharing a small house with three girls, each one wired completely different, and the game just keeps throwing you into these everyday scenes that slide from cute to horny in this really sneaky way. Breakfast chat about coffee? Five clicks later you are staring at her bare thighs because she forgot the shorts. Or she “forgot.” The whole thing is mostly conversations, tiny choices, and watching how your relationship with each girl shifts when you say something sweet, or when you absolutely fuck up and joke at the wrong time.

What surprised me is how normal some of the sex feels. Not porn-normal, like real-life awkward normal. First time I got a vaginal scene with one of the girls, it was not all “instant pornstar mode.” There was the nervous small talk, her checking if the door is locked, you trying to unhook her bra and failing like an idiot for two tries. The game actually lets that moment breathe. You see her legs shaking, not from some fake screaming, but from tension and excitement, and when he finally slides in, she doesn’t moan like a hentai character, she gasps, stops, adjusts. Then later, when you finish inside her, the creampie is not just a money shot. She lies there, breathing heavy, looking at you with that “you really did that” face, and the whole mood is this mix of warm, dangerous, and slightly stupid. I liked that a lot more than I should. There are softer romantic routes too, with real build up, hand holding, quiet cuddling on the couch, stupid jokes that actually made me laugh out loud once, then the same girl later is sitting on your lap grinding slowly while teasing you that you get turned on too easy. Very realistic, very unfair.

The relationship system is simple but not brain-dead. You choose who you spend time with, who you tease, who you comfort when shit goes sideways, and the game remembers. Say the wrong thing in a dramatic moment and she closes off, and you feel it later when she pulls her foot away when your MC touches it under the table. Speaking of feet, the fetish stuff is not subtle at all. One of my favorite scenes is not even full sex, just her sitting on the bed in oversized hoodie, bare legs, asking you to massage her feet because she is “so tired.” You start innocent, then she places your hand exactly where she wants it, and it turns into this slow, filthy footjob that still feels like a private joke between lovers, not just a kink checklist. She rolls her eyes, calls you a perv, but does not stop. The funny thing, the humor and drama sometimes crash together in weird timing, like a heavy emotional scene followed by a goofy underwear argument, and it feels slightly off, but in a way that reminds me of real life when people cope by joking at the wrong second. UI is fine, nothing fancy, I kept clicking the wrong choice once because the hitbox felt weird and got mad for a moment, then forgot about it when she climbed on top of me and started riding slow while whispering how she doesn’t want the others to hear. It is that kind of game. One minute you are arguing about dirty dishes, next minute there is cum dripping out of her while she kisses you like she actually loves you. I believed it more than I expected.

Mallowfall City feels like the kind of place your horny brain invents when you’re zoning out during a boring Zoom meeting. Everything is too wet, too soft, too tight, too much, and somehow that’s exactly the point. You roll in as Dave, this broke student coming back after studying abroad, and instead of a sad mattress on the floor and instant coffee, you land in an apartment with a mature woman who has curves like gravity got turned up just around her body. That first evening with her is already a problem. She’s walking around in this casual home outfit that should be illegal, shirt hugging huge tits, hips wide, ass heavy, that kind of thick that makes chairs squeak. She leans close to hand you a mug, you catch a glimpse of lace under her top, and it hits you that you’re not just “crashing in a spare room.” You’re basically moving into a thirst trap.

The whole game plays like a romantic visual novel that drank too much wine then decided to stop pretending it’s innocent. There’s real talking, not just “hi, fuck now,” and that’s the dangerous part. You get these long conversations with older women who know exactly what they’re doing. One of them sits with you at a bar late at night, touching your wrist while she tells you how lonely she is after her divorce. She’s older, but thick in all the right places, heavy tits straining against her blouse, lips shiny, eyes way too focused on your mouth. The scene drags just long enough that you start screaming at your screen “just kiss already” and then when it finally goes down, it’s not soft at all. Her tongue is in your mouth, her hand is on your crotch, and she comments on how “big” you are in this slow teasing voice. When the clothes actually come off, the cg scenes slam you with big bodies and big everything. Round bellies, soft thighs spreading, huge boobs bouncing while she rides your cock and says shit like “You like mature women, huh?” Yeah. He does. And you do too. And the game knows it way too well.

What I liked is that the chubby and bbw women here are not some joke or “side fetish.” They are the main goddamn course. Thick asses that fill the whole screen, big breasts that actually move, not just stuck-on balloons. There is this one scene where a milf in a tight pencil skirt bends over to pick something up, and the camera lingers right behind her. The fabric is pulling across her ass, you see the shape of her panties, and you know the dev did that on purpose to ruin your focus. Later, when you finally get her on a bed, she pulls off her bra and her boobs fall out heavy, nipples already hard, and she kind of laughs shy because she knows she is huge. That moment works way better than some perfect anime doll, because she feels like a real thick woman who will squeeze your head between her tits and suffocate you happily. And yeah, sometimes the “romance” stuff pretends to be deep then jumps straight into fucking in like three lines of dialogue, which is funny, but also somehow perfect for this city that basically runs on sex and secrets. There is one tiny thing that annoyed me though: the way one character always calls you “boy” in this weird playful tone. Every single time. It’s hot, then it’s annoying, then you forget you were annoyed because she’s naked again. Story of this game, honestly.

The first time I logged into this thing, I didn’t even care about the classes or whatever plot it pretends to have - the way the avatars breathe, the tiny tremor in their lips before a kiss, that’s what got me. It’s like the devs poured all their soul into making skin look touchable. There’s this one girl in a half-armored cosplay outfit, silver hair glowing like some digital eclipse, and when she leans close, her breath fogs your screen. Maybe I imagined that, but hell, it felt real. The sci-fi cities behind her hum like they’re alive, something between a nightclub and a dream you shouldn’t be having. The game doesn’t shout about its mechanics, but when you figure out how to sync movement and body sensors, it’s almost too much - like your nerves are being rewritten to crave every vibration.

Sometimes the story pretends to be about mystery - a missing player, a corrupted zone - but nobody’s really fooling anyone. The real puzzle is how long you can last before giving in to pure heat. The VR immersion slips between sweet and filthy faster than your mind can keep up; one moment you’re chatting with a student NPC about history, next she’s on her knees, glasses sliding down, eyes wide like she’s learning anatomy for the first time. There’s group stuff too, awkward at first until it’s not. Someone mentioned modders replaced the background drones with moaning echoes; I laughed until it happened in my session and I swear it made everything feel more chaotic and alive. The music, though? Too clean. Needs something grittier, maybe a heartbeat instead of these sterile synths.

I still can’t get over the fact that clothing physics act like they’ve got personalities - skirts that refuse to stay where they should, latex that remembers your touch. You can taste the future here, but it’s messy and dripping and maybe a bit too honest. Every time I log out, reality feels thinner, like a veil that won’t settle right.

She’s the type of woman who walks into a lecture hall and the air just changes. Not because she’s loud - she doesn’t need to be. Her voice is low, deliberate, the kind that makes you lean in without realizing. Professor Reed doesn’t smile much, but when she does it’s never for you… until you start noticing that tiny hesitation in her tone when she calls your name. The game never rushes that tension; it lets it build and twist. Every talk in her office feels like a test you weren’t told about - intellectual, but charged as hell. The longer you stay in her orbit, the more it’s clear that she’s not as cold as she wants to be. That’s when the corruption starts creeping in, slow and almost polite at first.

There’s something really addictive about how it turns academic power games into foreplay. The writing doesn’t hold your hand - one minute you’re discussing ethics and the next you’re pulling her hair as she moans your name like it’s the only thing left she believes in. It’s not just sex scenes thrown at you (though yeah, there are plenty and they’re filthy). It’s the weird emotional rhythm between dominance and tenderness that makes everything hit harder. Her reactions - when she finally lets go, when the control slips - feel earned. Even the sandbox parts, where you can experiment a bit with how far you push her or yourself, somehow make the story more intimate instead of just checklist porn. You get to decide whether she’s your lover, your toy, or something in between.

And yeah, it’s graphic as fuck: messy titjobs that turn into handjobs that end in warm creampies on her perfect skin, moments of exhibitionism where she wants to be seen but hates that she wants it, and those rare flashes of romance that mess with your head more than any blowjob could. I found myself half turned on, half curious about how far she’d fall - or maybe how far I’d drag her down. It’s dirty, but not dumb about it. Like watching someone unbutton their soul, one button too late.