There is something a bit fucked about walking into “your” apartment and your first real conversation is with a ghost that wants to blow you. Not in a fun, fluffy hentai way either. The game sets you up as this unlucky guy from the Devos bloodline, and the place already feels wrong before anything actually happens. Lights flicker, those cheap 3D shadows slide over the walls like they know your name, and then, boom, you look in the bathroom mirror and there’s a pale thing behind you that looks half depressed boy, half succubus. It smiles, and you’re thinking “ok, jumpscare?” but no. It kneels. That whole scene is animated with this weird slow hunger, and it’s honestly more uncomfortable than most horror movies on Netflix. In a good way, if you are into that mix of dread and dick worship.

The story pretends to be about solving a family curse, reading notes on your tablet, digging through old messages and voice memos your father left you, trying to understand who started all this paranormal shit. But the game keeps distracting you with horny ghosts and monster girls that do not respect personal space. You open a locked door with this simple puzzle and a ghost girl with empty eyes rushes up to you, sniffs your neck, then quietly asks if she can “taste living seed again.” That escalates fast into you pinned against the wall, her mouth deep on you, gagging and drooling, then suddenly she shifts on top and you are buried inside her while the UI is still pretending you’re investigating clues. At one point a femboi spirit in tattered underwear crawls out from under the bed, wraps your waist with this thin, shaky body, and just sinks down on you, riding in total silence while distant knocking sounds start in the hallway. Your MC is trying to ask “who cursed the Devos line?” while he is balls deep in a ghost that keeps tightening around him like it wants to drag his soul out through his cock. The game does not fade to black, it shows creampies in full detail, cum spilling from ghost holes that are not even supposed to be physically real. And then, after all that, the apartment goes quiet again, and you’re left scrolling through old diary pages on your phone, dripping, trying to pretend this is still about “mystery” and “romance” and not about how many times the dead can milk you before you finally understand why your whole bloodline is cursed.

Phone Story looks harmless when it loads, like one of those cheap mobile chat sims you open on Chrome while pretending to check Slack. It is not harmless. It is that slow, nasty itch in the back of your head if you like watching “what if my girl had someone else in her DMs” kind of stuff. You play the husband who goes away, but honestly the main character is Lisa’s damn phone. Half the game is you reading her messages and deciding how much rope you want to give her, then pulling it back too late. You don’t click through some porn slideshow and right into “she’s on a couch with a giant dick in her.” The game takes its time. First it’s just flirty texts, a photo with “is this too much?” kind of teasing, her asking your opinion, your “friend” dropping those little comments that sound harmless until you reread them in incognito at work and realize you’re basically writing your own cuck script.

The pacing is weirdly strong for a messy hentai VN. Sometimes one choice just makes her send a slightly spicier selfie, sometimes it jumps right into a scene where she’s on video call, touching herself, trying to convince you it’s “for you” while that friend’s name keeps popping at the top of the screen. Classic anime-wife look, soft face, kinda innocent expression, but you can watch the corruption slide in bit by bit. She starts dressing more revealing, talking about “just hanging out” with him, a little wine, harmless cuddling, totally not cheating, right? Sure. Then you get those AI-looking CGs where she’s on her knees, lips glossy, your friend’s bbc in front of her mouth, and she’s still typing some sweet romantic bullshit to you with the other hand. The game loves making you stare at chat bubbles while she’s getting filled somewhere offscreen or in a small mirrored reflection. Proper voyeurism energy. The actual sex scenes hit all the usual spots, vaginal, anal, her pinned to a table, riding, messy facials, the whole thing, but the part that sticks is when she looks happy and guilty at the same time and you know it’s half for you and half for herself. Sometimes the writing slips and a line sounds like it came out of Google Translate, but honestly that kinda fits the vibe. On Android Chrome the text boxes get too big and cover half the art, which annoys the hell out of me, and if you tap too fast you skip a good line and there’s no quick log button right in your face, you have to dig for it. Also one route feels like it jumps from “maybe I’ll flirt” to “raw creampie from your buddy” in like two clicks, like the dev got horny and forgot the slow burn. Still, if you’re into netorare or softer netorase stuff, that moment when you tell her “yeah, explore a bit, just don’t forget me” and later you’re literally watching her try anal for the first time with someone else because you told her it’s fine, that hits way harder than it has any right to. And yeah, sometimes you tell her to stay faithful and the game almost seems annoyed, like “are you sure you don’t want to watch?” but then it gives you these surprisingly sweet romantic scenes where she masturbates with the phone propped up, moaning your name while she’s already mentally halfway to the neighbor’s bedroom. Not subtle at all, but that’s kind of the point.

Office jobs are already kind of horny if you think about it too long, and this game just goes “yeah ok, let’s stop pretending” and cranks that shit up. You’re this awkward guy dumped into a “professional” environment where half the people want promotions and the other half just want something inside them, and those two groups overlap way too much. On the surface it looks like some boring corporate ladder stuff, but the second your boss leans over your shoulder and that blouse dips a little, you realize what kind of story this is. She’s a total milf, all tight skirt and smug face, acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing when she bends over the desk. Then later she’s staring at you with that fucked-out ahegao face while you’re trying not to cum too fast like a damn teenager on his first porn site.

What got me is how the whole thing is wrapped in this office “productivity” vibe, with this weird drug floating around the company like it’s just another motivational tool. Drink this, get more focused. Take that, be more confident. Sure. Then suddenly your shy co-worker, who could barely look you in the eyes, is pushing you into a copy room with her panties already wet through her tights, whispering that she “doesn’t know what’s coming over her” while grinding on your thigh. It’s not subtle. One minute you’re clicking through emails, next you’re balls-deep in someone over a desk, watching her makeup smear as she tries to keep eye contact while sucking you off. The corruption angle is kind of sneaky at first, but then you start noticing how their clothes get shorter, how the conversations shift from “did you see that report” to “I keep thinking about your dick during meetings.” You end up half-playing it like a dating sim, half-like some horny lab experiment, testing how far you can push each woman just by steering your choices a little more toxic.

The animated 3D scenes are way filthier than I expected on a phone game, too. There’s proper movement, spit shining on lips during a blowjob, hips slapping, that little shiver when you finally slide in, and the expressions go from cold office mask to full-on ahegao, tongue out, eyes rolled, mascara running. Some of them are sweet and romantic, like when you actually try to be nice and you get this slow, shaky first time with a virgin character who’s clearly not ready and still wants you anyway, and yeah, it feels a bit fucked up in exactly the way your dick responds to. Others are just raw, like your boss kneeling between your legs under her own desk, trying to talk about quarterly results with a mouth full of your cock while someone knocks on the door. It’s messy, horny, sometimes a bit too cruel, sometimes weirdly tender, and the tone keeps swinging around just enough that you don’t know if you’re supposed to be the hero, the asshole, or the guy who just accidentally turned the whole office into his personal sex dungeon and kind of… went with it.

MC drags his ass back from college, broke, horny, kinda full of himself, and walks into this house where everybody pretends nothing is weird while absolutely everything is horny as hell. You’ve seen that whole “landlady and roommates” thing a thousand times, yeah, but here it’s your grandma’s classy friend stealing the spotlight like some milf-gilf hybrid that knows exactly how much power she has over a dumb young guy. She acts all gentle and wholesome, offering tea, asking about your grades, patting your cheek, then a bit longer hand on your shoulder, leaning too close, soft perfume in your face while her tits accidentally press on your arm. That kind of “oops” that is not an oops at all. And the game lives in that slow grind from cozy cuddling on the couch to “oh shit, I’ve got my dick in my grandmother’s friend while everyone else is asleep in the same house”.

What hits different here is how it mixes the cuddly romance vibe with some pretty filthy stuff without even blinking. One moment she’s tucking you in, stroking your hair, you get that sweet almost vanilla kiss, and ten minutes later she’s on her knees doing this lazy, teasing blowjob while scolding you for staring at her big ass every morning. And it keeps going deeper: anal, rimming, spit, sloppy handjobs under a blanket while the TV is on, titjobs where she’s laughing because you finish too fast, then making you do it again. There’s this whole thing with her “training” you, switching between femdom and fake innocence, calling you a good boy then turning around and letting you slam her from behind with this messy creampie that actually matters for the story. Pregnancy hints sneak in, those late-night scenes where she presses your hand against her belly and casually drops “What if I kept your seed inside me?” like that’s just small talk. Add in twins visiting, the neighbor with milf energy, a shy virgin girl from next door, and suddenly you’re juggling a harem where everyone sort of knows something is off but nobody wants to say it out loud. So you get group shower scenes where someone “helps” wash your dick, spanking games in the living room when nobody’s home, cosplay nights where she’s dressed like a strict teacher and you end up licking her pussy clean as punishment, and even weirdly tender footjob moments where she uses her toes and just smiles, telling you to relax. The game goes hard on urination and squirting if you push those paths, the kind of stuff where she sits on your face and just lets go, then acts like it was a totally normal “massage”. You get pegged if you’re into that, or you turn it around and go full maledom, choking and groping, bending her over the kitchen counter while the kettle is still boiling. Somehow, in between all the bdsm gear, toys shoved in all the places, lesbian side fun in the guest room, and her worshiping your cock like it’s some holy relic, it still keeps looping back to this weirdly warm romance where you two cuddle after ruining the sheets and talk about nothing in particular like the whole house isn’t one big slow-burning cheating festival.