Red arriving to this tiny Japanese village feels a bit like a runway model getting dropped in the mud. He comes from the city, full of porn brain and zero manners, and suddenly he is stuck between rice fields, bugs, and this old wooden house that smells like tatami and miso. As a fashion designer, my eyes go first to fabric and body lines, and Yuko, the grandmother, is basically a walking lingerie sketch that got trapped in an apron. She has this soft, heavy chest that keeps pulling the cloth away from her body, like the shirt is begging to open. Big hips under loose cotton, no bra at home, of course. Everything is too thin or too tight in the wrong place. If you ever tried a see-through yukata after shower and forgot panties, you know the vibe. The game leans hard into that. There is this scene where Red is helping her hang laundry outside, sun hitting the damp fabric, and you see her bra and panties dripping on the line. The camera lingers way too long on the granny panties, but they hug that ass with a kind of accidental sex appeal. I paused there to think how I would redesign them in black lace with a higher cut, but then Red starts staring at the outline of her nipples through the wet blouse and, yeah, focus gone.

What I like is how slow the corruption feels at first. Red pretends to help in the fields, gets sweaty, comes back inside, and just sits there with his legs wide, cock pressing his shorts, watching her bend over the low table. It is not subtle. You can see his erection shape, and the game does not shy away from that. When he "accidentally" brushes against her tits in that tight little kitchen, you feel that tension where she kind of freezes. Yuko starts as this quiet, polite, almost plain woman who hides everything inside baggy clothes, but once he starts teasing, she becomes a lingerie project that is slowly getting cut open. There is a point where he pulls her close while Hiroshi, the old farmer, is just outside, and his hand slides inside her top. The art really loves breasts, every curve, every fold where fabric presses into soft skin. He squeezes them while she tries to whisper "stop" and her body is clearly not stopping anything. Later, when he pushes his cock between her lips for the first time, it is messy, wet, and honestly more rough than romantic, and her mascara slightly smudged look hits this strange runway-afterparty fantasy. I hated one tiny thing though: his shoes. Ugly as hell and I could not stop seeing them in every standing scene, like why give so much detail to veins on the dick but those plastic-looking sneakers stay. Anyway, once the voyeur stuff kicks in, with Red fucking her from behind in cramped rooms while grandfather shuffles around nearby, the whole farm turns into this hidden catwalk of sin, where the only outfits that matter are half-open yukata, bunched-up skirts, and the marks his fingers leave on her thighs after he spreads them wide and buries himself inside her, again and again, like he owns both her body and her wardrobe.

Government fantasy but everyone’s horny and badly behaved, that’s basically the vibe here. You’re this regular dude in a fucked up city where the “Order” controls everything, and instead of joining the resistance like some heroic idiot, you get your hands on a mind control tech and go, “yeah, I’m gonna use this to fuck people.” And the game fully leans into that. Every time you “liberate” someone, it’s not really freedom, you just swap one kind of control for another and wrap it in sex. One moment you’re pretending to care about your neighbor’s safety, next moment you’ve got her on her knees in the kitchen, mascara running, while her husband is in the next room watching state propaganda and you’re trying not to laugh. There’s a lot of that quiet, wrong tension. You click a choice and you know it’s scummy, but the game is winking at you like: yeah, go on, do it anyway.

The cast hits pretty much every guilty pleasure. You got the strict older women from the “moral committees” that end up on their backs, legs shaking, calling you sir like they’re the ones getting judged. There’s a high ranking inspector you can slowly break, making him call you “master” while you shove him into messy gay scenes he’d arrest people for in public. One run I had him on his knees in his own office, sucking me off while his big monitor still showed official reports and I swear that contrast made it ten times hotter. Another night, I had a family under my thumb, the mom pretending to resist while her son watches from the doorway with that dazed, corrupted look, and the whole thing spirals into messy incest corruption that just keeps escalating. Group scenes get wild fast: you start with a “discreet meeting” and end with a row of naked bodies, asses up, everyone glazed over, and you walking between them deciding who gets a handjob, who gets anal, who has to lick who clean. The voyeur parts hit nice too, like spying with cameras you installed yourself, watching someone finger themselves, then walking in and making them finish the job with your cock. It’s dirty, it’s mean, and sometimes the pacing drags a little in the non-sex bits, but the payoff when the next scene finally snaps back into some fresh humiliation or control kink makes it worth grinding through. It’s less “save the city” and more “own the city’s holes, minds, and pride, in that order,” and the game does not pretend otherwise.

This one feels like somebody smashed a cheesy slasher flick, a horny Halloween house party and a dirty family drama into one long, filthy night, then said “yeah ok, that’s enough plot, now fuck.” You’re in the male MC’s skin, walking around this spooky cabin vibe where Jason Voorhees is kind of there, kind of a joke, kind of actually fucked up and scary sometimes, and in between all that you’re just getting dragged into sex with women who absolutely should not be doing any of this with you. It’s that mix of horror parody and “oh shit this is actually kinda hot” that makes you forget you were supposed to be scared of the mask guy and suddenly you’re just staring at a huge pair of tits bouncing in animated loops.

The whole thing leans hard into curvy bodies. Not that soft “thicc” people put on Twitter and then it’s just a skinny model. I mean real heavy tits, big asses that fill the screen, bellies that jiggle a bit when they ride you. There’s a MILF with a body like she won every thick mom contest on the planet, a proper BBW who makes even simple stuff like a handjob feel like she’s swallowing you with her palms, and some younger women with the same “nobody in this family skipped dessert” genetics. You know that look when you open the game and instantly think “ok, this artist is an ass guy”? Yeah. That. The 3D style is a bit rough at times, faces look weird from some angles, but then you see the close up shot during a titfuck and you just forget to complain. Until you notice the one lamp in the background clipping through the wall and it pisses you off for like five seconds and then you lose it again when she starts spitting on your cock.

Sex scenes go from soft to absolutely filthy pretty fast. A little teasing, some clumsy flirting, and then bam, your dick is in someone’s mouth while a horror movie mask lies on the floor in the corner of the frame like it’s watching. There’s vaginal, anal, sloppy oral, classic “press her tits together and fuck the cleavage”, and the animations love staying on the angle where you really see how big her ass is smacking on your thighs. Interracial stuff too, not in some weird fetish-y text, just visually there, like “yeah he’s black, she’s white, now watch her get railed on the couch while something rattles outside the window.” The cheating angle comes in when you realize half of these women are absolutely not single, but nobody gives a shit because “oh no, it’s Halloween, we might die, better ride your cock for comfort.” And the incest thing… yeah, that’s in there, pretty shameless. It’s the usual “we’re way too close for this to be normal” setup, and if you’ve played more than two furry or human VN on itch.io or F95 you already know exactly how that energy feels. What stuck with me after was not Jason, not the horror jump scare, but that weird mix of laughing at the parody and then suddenly being way too turned on when a thick aunt, or maybe she was a step something, I kinda forgot, pushes you onto the bed and says she needs a treat. It’s messy and horny and a bit trashy, in that way that makes you open it in Chrome, swear you’re just gonna click through to see the joke reference to Friday the 13th, and then ten minutes later you’re watching cum drip between gigantic animated boobs thinking “ok, I get what this game really wanted from me.”

Year 2990, deep space, and you’re basically the kid your teachers warned each other about. Fresh out of school, still smelling like trouble and cheap synth-alcohol, one stupid fight with a pissed-off teacher flips your whole life sideways. His punch doesn’t just send you to the floor, it scrambles your brain in the weirdest way possible. Now your head is glitching with flashes of the future: little clips, seconds ahead, sometimes minutes, sometimes just enough to see someone’s clothes hit the ground before they even start unbuttoning. Not exactly the heroic superpower they write old holo-comics about, but in this universe, that kind of cheat code gets attention fast.

Next thing you know, you’re on a ship pointed at Andromeda. Not a rusty trash hauler, either. This thing is a flying sin palace with a mission attached. Whole crew full of women who look like they stepped out of some NSFW tagged folder you don’t talk about on main Discord. Big curves, tight suits that are clearly not designed for “safety”, and personalities that swing from sweet to absolutely feral depending who you’re talking to. There’s the one who pretends she hates your guts but keeps ending up alone with you in narrow corridors, pressing you into bulkheads and whispering in your ear. The scientist who talks about gene samples for way too long but somehow you both end up naked in a lab chair, her riding you slowly while pretending this is “for research”. And that pilot with the uniform two sizes too small, leaning over the console in front of you so her ass fills your entire view, calmly asking for your “guidance” on a new route like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing.

The future flashes mess with everything. You’re flirting and suddenly you see ten seconds ahead: her hand wrapping around your cock under the table in the mess hall. Or you kiss her and your brain jumps forward to the moment you’re buried deep inside her, her nails in your back, legs shaking while you fill her up. Then you snap back and have to pretend you’re not already hard. Sometimes you screw it up completely, say the “right” line too early, and she shuts down on you. Other times you nail it, say exactly what she needs, and it turns into this perfect run where you tease her all evening, then end up on her bunk, hips slamming, her begging you not to pull out while the ship’s engines hum under your feet. Yeah, there’s the whole “build a new world, make contact with aliens” thing going on, lots of big choices, politics, colonies, whatever. But half the time you’re in your cabin DMs, juggling three different girls, trying not to mix up who likes it slow and who wants you to pin her face-first into the mattress and pound her until her voice goes hoarse, leaving her dripping and full of your cum while you get that little flash of tomorrow, where she’s rubbing her belly and wondering if this time you knocked her up.

Everything plays out like a messed up dating sim wired straight into your dick and your bad decisions. You spend breakfast pretending to read mission reports while remembering how last night you had one of them on the bridge console, tits bouncing, your hands full of her ass while she moaned loud enough the ship AI politely raised the music volume. Sometimes you fuck up a choice and end up just getting a quick handjob in a storage room instead of the long, slow fuck you saw in your vision, and it actually stings a bit, like you missed a secret route. Other times you turn a small moment into a full-on harem scene: a future flash of two girls kneeling between your legs, swapping your cock between their mouths, one stroking your balls while the other begs you to cum in her mouth first, and you spend the whole day quietly pushing all the right buttons to make it happen. When it finally does, when both of them end up straddling you one after the other, slick and needy, taking your cum deep inside and moaning when they feel you throb and spill, you realize this isn’t just about being some space hero. It’s about how far you can push it, how many hearts and bodies you can collect around you, turning that glitch in your brain into a path toward a whole galaxy of warm thighs, messy creampies, and a harem that looks at you like you’re not just some punk who threw a punch at the wrong guy, but the center of their universe.