Zack is the guy who had everything handed to him way too early and fucked it up in a very believable way. At eighteen he’s the “next big thing”, flashing cameras, fake smiles, everyone grabbing his ass for a photo, then he just ghosts the whole industry right after his own premiere. When you meet him now, he’s not some alpha god, he’s making cappuccinos in a tiny town café, trying to look invisible behind the espresso machine, pretending he doesn’t hear when girls at the tables whisper “is that… him?” You’re not just clicking through flavor text, you’re basically steering this washed-up almost-celebrity through awkward small talk, horny scripts, and old wounds. One minute he’s wiping a table, next minute some blast from his Hollywood past walks in, looking way hotter than he remembers, and suddenly he’s back in that world of fake kisses on camera and real hard-ons between takes. The fun is that you decide if he leans into the casting couch bullshit or if he actually builds real relationships while still letting you stuff him in every available mouth and pussy on the way up.

The sex fits the story instead of just being slapped on top. A director corners him after an audition, reading his lines way too close, brushing fingers over his jaw, and you get the choice: play the good boy, or close the distance, drop to your knees and give him that sloppy, noisy blowjob that clearly isn’t in the script. There are scenes where Zack’s in a trailer with a co-star who can’t keep her hands off him between takes, panties already to the side before the assistant even calls “reset”, and you push him to fuck her deep and raw on that tiny couch, bare, because she wants to feel him spill inside her before they go pretend to be “just friends” on camera. The game doesn’t shy away from letting you finish inside, watch her clench around him and then walk out on set with his cum still dripping while she tries to keep a straight face. At the same time, if you’re more into the slow-burn dating sim vibe, you can have Zack build something softer with someone who knows the public Zack and the broken barista Zack, teasing him under the table at some industry dinner, then later riding him at his shitty apartment, moaning his name into his neck while you decide if he pulls out or just gives in to that raw, dangerous creampie she’s quietly begging for. It’s messy, a bit insecure, sometimes funny in a way that actually lands, like when he’s trying to be “serious actor” during a kiss rehearsal and pops a very visible boner, and the game just lets that turn into a full-on makeout, clothes half-off, her on his lap, grinding, until you finally slam into her and forget there’s a crew waiting on the other side of the door. You’re not just watching porn scenes glued together, you’re basically playing with the idea of fame, ego, and how far Zack will go with his mouth, his cock, and his heart to find out if he’s more than the guy who walked away.

Yui looks like the kind of wife you only see on Reddit threads that are clearly fake. Super sweet, big soft ass that keeps stealing camera focus, totally loyal, obsessed with her wedding dress job and also with you. The game really leans into that. Early on you’re just vibing in your tiny apartment, she’s measuring lace, you’re scrolling on your phone like a useless husband, and it actually feels boring in a nice way. That boring feeling is important, because when the corruption starts it hits harder. One moment she’s talking about veil fabrics, next moment her phone lights up with “Kuroda” and the whole mood drops like your battery at 5% with no charger. I liked that shift. Felt a bit too real. I literally paused the game to check Telegram while she was panicking, lol.

Kuroda is such a walking red flag that if he was on Tinder the app would soft‑ban him. Drug mess, manipulative, and the story keeps pretending “he’s still family” like that fixes anything. Watching Yui try to defend him is painful and hot at the same time, which makes me sound terrible, but here we are. The corruption is mostly emotional at first. Small lies. Late returns home. Her eyes looking away a little too quick. There is this one scene where she comes back from “helping him” and she’s still in her nice dress, but her lipstick is smudged just enough. Not obvious, but if you ever used Google Photos zoom you can’t unsee it. You can choose to confront her or act like a doormat. I tried both. Honestly, neither path makes you feel like a hero. Which is good. Or bad. Depends on how much you enjoy self‑insert suffering. There is romance mixed in, not some flowers and chocolate thing, more like those quiet moments when she sits on your lap, apologizing, and you know she’s hiding shit, yet you still grab her hips because that ass is ridiculous. The humiliation is slow burn: tiny cracks in trust, neighbors maybe hearing things through the wall, your line messages left on “read” while she “works late”. Sex scenes reward you, but they also kind of punish you. When the AI art goes extra on her curves while the text reminds you she might have been touched by someone else half an hour ago, your dick and your ethics go into open conflict.

On phone it runs smooth enough, though the UI sometimes hides buttons behind my stupid fat thumb and I got stuck in a menu once and rage‑tapped like an idiot. The simulator feeling comes from all the routine: chat logs, little money choices, scheduling when she visits Kuroda again. I wish there were more small domestic moments, like brushing teeth together, but instead you get repeated CG angles and that one underwear set that appears so often it should have its own Twitter account. Also the auto mode is too fast and too slow at the same time, somehow. What I really liked is how it plays with cheating. It’s not just “she cheats, you cry, game over”. It keeps asking how much you participate in her fall. Do you push her toward “helping” him because you’re naive, or because you secretly want to see how far she goes? There’s one late scene where she texts you that she’ll be “a bit late” and you can reply something supportive or jealous. No matter what you pick, it hurts in a different flavor. That’s the moment the game stops being about Kuroda and starts being about how disgusting desire can be when mixed with love. And also, again, that ass in those tight skirts. Honestly, the romance is kind of beautiful. And totally fucked. Both things can be true.

Tokyo doesn’t feel like a hometown here, it feels like a hungry animal that wants to eat your time, your money, and your dick at the same time. You come back after Miami, all “fresh graduate, big dreams” and boom: dead dad, shitty boarding house, mountains of debt, and a bunch of hot women orbiting your life like they just smelled fresh meat. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep art. It’s straight up “live, grind, fuck, repeat” but somehow it hits that lonely horny brain spot, like scrolling Tinder and then opening Pornhub because no one replied. You run around the city, trying not to pass out from low energy while deciding if you want to be a responsible adult or just shove your face in every pair of tits that appears in a cutscene. Spoiler: I tried the responsible route for like ten minutes. Then a certain “landlady type” showed up with those soft moans and that fake innocent voice and suddenly I “forgot” to pay off debt and spent my last cash chasing a creampie scene.

What gets me is how normal it can feel at first. You’re just working shifts, checking status bars like Energy, Satiety, Hygiene, Fun, clicking stuff like a zombie, listening to the voiced lines and thinking “ok, it’s just a sim, chill.” Then a JAV looking pornstar model pops on screen in that censored style, moaning in Japanese while you make her choke on your cock, and your brain melts a bit. I had one run where I was trying to keep everyone sort of happy, like a fake wholesome harem, and next thing I know I’m groping someone on public transport, getting away with some very wrong shit, and that corruption curve just sneaks in. First she blushes. Then she starts grinding back. Then she’s begging to be filled and you’re checking if you have enough Hygiene to go another round. And yeah, there’s incest flavor here too, the kind that makes you stare at the monitor for a second and go “ah fuck it” and click anyway. Don’t pretend you won’t. One scene you’re just chatting, next scene there’s a handjob under the table, next it’s full-on oral, cum dripping, censored pixel bar wiggling like crazy, and you tell yourself “I’m only doing this route once” and then absolutely don’t.

It calls itself a dating thing but you know how dating apps are: technically about love, realistically about who you can fuck before your battery hits zero. Same vibe. You can chase career stuff, grind your position, build income, try to act like a grown-up, or you can just care about unlocking every filthy animated scene with every girl, stacking them like trophies. I had this moment where I was completely broke, hygiene in the gutter, fun bar empty, didn’t even have enough money to eat, but I still chose to stalk another cutscene because I knew it would end with her on her knees, drooling on my shaft. Quality priorities. Some of the harassment stuff is just pure trash behavior, like, if you saw that in real life you’d report the dude, but here you mash the button and watch her slowly turn from offended to addicted. Corruption done in that slow, dirty way, where “no” turns into “only the tip” and then you’re fucking her raw and dumping a creampie inside while she tries to keep her voice down. It’s messed up, but that’s kind of the point. And in between all that sex, you’re still brushing your teeth in-game, watching your Hygiene stat, like some weird responsible pervert. Makes sense somehow.

It’s hard to tell if this game wants to mess with your head or your pants, probably both. I started it thinking it’s just another lazy romance sim, just tapping choices while waiting for the next steamy scene. But it’s weirdly emotional in places. The story bites when it wants to - like when the messages start rolling in and you think, oh damn, this is gonna ruin some poor dude’s life. The cheating vibe isn’t just there to shock; it gets under your skin. I caught myself feeling... guilty? Which is wild because I was the one making those dirty choices, pushing things further with that woman who couldn’t stop looking over her shoulder. The way the mobile format traps you in vertical mode weirdly adds to it. You scroll like you’re checking your own texts, like the phone’s really buzzing for you.

Still, there’s this one scene that hit harder than expected - the balcony one, where the camera (well, imaginary camera, 'cause it’s all text and sound) lingers on her hips before she turns around, acting like she’s not about to wreck a relationship. And when it flips from slow teasing to just raw, noisy motion, it’s so unembarrassed about being horny it’s almost artistic. Except it’s not, it’s just filthy fun. I kinda love that fake realism where you’re sure someone’s gonna walk in mid-moan, and you’re yanking your finger off the screen like you’ve been caught. They nailed that adrenaline - probably better than the “love” angle, which sometimes feels like filler between fuck sessions.

I weirdly wanted more of the small stuff - like the texting, the silent ellipsis bubbles that build tension better than any unclothed scene. But then again, maybe that’s what kept me hooked: the little waits, the guilt you half-ignore while doing it anyway. It’s messy, it’s hot, it’s too real at moments I didn’t expect. Three words? Wrong, wet, honest. **Dare to play it alone, or invite company?**