Mike and Julia have known each other for almost their entire lives, and it was only a matter of time before the undeniable sparks between them ignited. But just when everything seemed perfect, Julia makes a choice that shatters their fragile world. Was her mistake truly unforgivable? Does she deserve a second chance to fix what’s broken? And what about Mike - does he still want her, or has his heart turned elsewhere? These are just some of the burning questions you’ll be unraveling as you dive deeper into the story and explore every twist and turn.

From stolen glances to heated encounters, this game pulls you right into the messy, raw emotions that bind Mike and Julia. Every choice you make shapes their fate - will you guide them toward redemption or heartbreak?. With vivid scenarios and explicit moments that capture their passion and pain, the game doesn’t hold back. Explore their history, confront their darkest secrets, and watch the tension between them build with every scene.

Don’t just watch from the sidelines - jump in and experience the emotional rollercoaster yourself. Will you steer them toward healing or let the past consume them both?. If you’re craving a story that’s as raw and unpredictable as real life, filled with all the messy desires and regrets that come with loving someone deeply, this game is made for you.

Queens nightlife, shitty subway delays, thumb going numb from swiping left, and suddenly your phone actually vibrates for something that isn’t a spam bot or your bank yelling at you. Three matches. Same day. All real faces, no “follow my OnlyFans” garbage, no stolen Instagram pics. The game drops you right in that moment where your brain goes from “whatever” to “ok, don’t fuck this up” and it stays locked in that feeling the whole time. It’s not some fantasy harem bullshit where girls fall on your dick just because you exist. You’re a guy who’s been losing on the apps, kind of tired, kind of horny, kind of lonely, scrolling at night in Queens while Netflix auto plays crap in the background. Then those three women show up like the algorithm finally felt guilty.

What I really liked is how human the dates feel when they actually start. You sit across from her, she laughs at something you didn’t even think was funny, and you’re already overthinking your next line. The game really milks that small awkward silence before a first kiss, or when you’re not sure if you should move closer on the couch. There’s a bar scene where you’re both half tipsy, and she leans in to tell you some stupid story about an ex, and the camera just lingers too long on her lips while your answers change how flirty things get. You say something a bit bold, her eyes linger on you a second longer, hand brushing your thigh like “oops” but absolutely not an accident. If you play safe, you still feel the tension, like her body is a half step ahead of her words. Third date with each woman is where the clothes finally start to lose the battle. Soft moans, a bra strap sliding down slow, fingers under a skirt while she pretends to keep talking about music. Nothing hardcore, but the game knows exactly how to make “her breath catching when your hand moves higher” feel obscene in the best way. The sex is more about how she looks at you when you unzip her than about angles and fluids, which honestly hits harder than some extreme porn stuff.

The cool thing, or maybe annoying thing, is how much the full motion scenes lock you into her vibe. When she smiles, it’s not a perfect porn star thing, it’s messy, real, like she’s actually into you and maybe a bit nervous herself. One of the dates has that cheap apartment lighting with a lamp too bright in the background, and it feels like every shitty real-life hookup, except here the girl is actually interesting and not checking her phone mid kiss. The choices you make across the three meetings slowly crank the intimacy, like going from “safe small talk at a coffee shop” to “her grinding on your lap in a dark corner where you definitely should get caught but don’t care.” Sometimes the game blue-balls you when you think you’re getting more than softcore, but that denial actually kind of works, like she’s teasing you on purpose and not giving you everything yet. In one route she keeps her panties on during the whole oral scene and you can see that wet spot growing while she bites her lip and pretends she’s still in control, which is honestly hotter than a lot of games that show everything. You’re juggling three women, three different chemistry patterns, trying not to say the same lazy line to all of them, because the writing actually calls you out if you act like a copy paste dude. You feel that little stab of guilt when you’re making out with one on her couch while remembering how another one laughed at your dumb joke the previous night. It’s a slow burn, full of kisses that go on for just a little too long, hands slipping where they shouldn’t, and the heavy question hanging in the air after date nine: who are you going to actually keep fucking, and who are you going to leave on read.

Summer in this thing feels sticky in the best and worst way. You can almost smell the salt from the sea and that weird countryside mix of boredom and heavy air, where nothing happens and then suddenly everything happens at once. You start out thinking it’s going to be this cute little romantic break for Izumi and Sophia, school year behind them, sun on the skin, that first night sex where both are still a bit wound up from exams. Her riding him with that fake innocent look that doesn’t really hide how much she likes it, tongue out, eyes rolled when he finally gives in. It feels normal. Comfortable. You almost fall for the idea that this is a straight summer love story, like some harmless anime you keep on in another tab while you scroll Twitter. But then the father shows up. Kuroda doesn’t rush anything, which is what makes it nasty in a good way. He’s older, moves slow, watches more than he talks. The game lets you sit in that, in those lazy scenes where nothing explicit is happening and still you feel like you’re watching the first crack in a glass. Sophia in light clothes that cling a bit too much from the heat. No bra in the hallway. That one scene where she bends to pick up a dropped towel and he’s just standing there behind her, not saying a word. It feels almost like you should look away and of course you don’t.

What I liked is how it keeps pretending everyone is still “respecting” the relationship while constantly shoving small betrayals in your face. Like that barbecue evening where Izumi gets a little drunk and brags about how wild Sophia can be in bed, like an idiot, laughing, not getting that his own words are giving his father ideas. Later, in the kitchen, she’s blushing about it, and you see Kuroda’s hand linger on her lower back just a bit too long. The game really enjoys turning Sophia into this sweet girl who slowly starts testing how far she can go without being caught. No instant switch to slut mode. It’s more fun than that. A shared smoke outside, his rough fingers brushing ash from her lips. That awkward scene in the tiny country bathroom, her pressing her thighs together because she “needs to pee” but it’s obvious she’s actually remembering his eyes on her earlier. And yeah, there is this messed up thrill when the old guy finally gets more than just stolen glances. The first time he touches her properly, it’s not even full on sex, just his hand slipping under her shorts on that little countryside road where crickets are screaming and Izumi is literally twenty meters away checking something on his phone. She bites her lip, looks like she might scream or call him, but she doesn’t. Of course she doesn’t. And later, when she’s back in bed with Izumi, the way she rides him starts to change. Hips looser, face more open, like she’s replaying something else in her head while moaning his name. The game is cruel like that. It lets you see a sweet summer couple get slowly eaten alive from inside, replaced by this filthy secret thing between a girl and the man who should be the safest person around her. And what really got me? There is one scene on the beach, at sunset, when she sits between them, the younger and the older, and you can’t unsee that the way she leans into Kuroda’s shoulder is just a tiny bit deeper than it should be, her thighs pressed together because she knows exactly what they did in the house earlier that day, with the windows half open, cicadas yelling, his thick cock stretching her in a way Izumi never quite did, leaving her walking different, acting the same, lying straight to his face with a soft little smile.

This one feels like scrolling your phone after a breakup, half naked in bed, then suddenly falling into someone else’s messy life and going, “oh shit, that’s me.” You’re this college guy who used to just rot in his room, drowning in cheap snacks and porn tabs, pretending that ghosting your ex and muting half your contacts counts as “healing.” Then basketball drags you back into the light. Not as some heroic sports anime star, more like the dude wheezing on the court, staring at a girl’s bouncing tits in a sports bra and losing the ball because your dick thinks faster than your brain. The game leans into that awkward, horny, slightly cringe vibe. You’re not a smooth sex god at the start. You’re a rebound. For your own life, and sometimes literally for some of these girls who also use you to forget their shit.

The way it mixes horny and emotional is weirdly hot. One moment you’re in a quiet dorm room, just you and this girl with a huge ass squeezed into tight leggings, music low in the background, her hair messy in that “I didn’t plan to get fucked tonight” way. She laughs at something stupid you say, leans in, her tits softly pressing into your arm, and the whole world shrinks to the sound of her breath in your ear. Then the next scene you’re on the court, sneakers squeaking, crowd noise like a fuzzy roar, and you’re staring at the cheerleader with big boobs bouncing in slow motion while you miss a free throw you absolutely should have nailed. The writing loves to drag you back and forth like that. Loving the chaos and then pretending you’re better than it. The harem stuff sneaks up on you too. You start with just trying to talk to one girl without sounding like a Reddit post, and before you know it you’ve got a horny goth chick teasing you, a sweet sporty girl who moans your name when you pin her to the shower tiles, and some bratty college princess who pretends she hates you even while she’s grinding on your lap in a dark party corner. Choices matter, but not in that stiff “good route / bad route” way. More like: do you jerk off alone and text someone after, or do you swallow your fear, go to that date you almost cancel, and end up with her hand sliding under the table, stroking your hard cock while you try not to knock over your drink.

What really sticks is how slow some scenes let things build. There’s this moment where you’re just sitting on a bed with a girl, legs touching. She talks about some stupid fight with her ex. Nothing epic. The lights are low, some indie song plays on her laptop, just a soft background, and you’re watching the way her big breasts move under her loose shirt as she breathes. You feel like a piece of shit for checking her cleavage while she opens up, but the game knows you’re doing it and kind of laughs with you. When she finally climbs into your lap, straddling you, kissing you with this mix of need and hesitation, it feels earned. Like you really crawled out of your slump for this. Then other times it just goes full hentai brain, like “hey, you won the game, here’s a girl with ridiculous big tits riding you until the bed squeaks, moaning so loud you’re sure the whole dorm hears.” And both vibes work. It’s romantic one second, absolutely filthy the next. You masturbate, you fail, you get humiliated and turned on by the wrong things, you pick dumb options just to see what happens, maybe you score big, maybe you crash and burn. It never pretends you’re some perfect hero. You’re just a horny college idiot trying to turn one little rebound into a life where you fuck up less and fuck a lot more.