Phoenix is supposed to be solving crimes, but in this thing he’s basically solving who gets to fuck who first. It still looks like an Ace Attorney game at a glance, with the courtroom flow and the stupidly dramatic zooms, but the mood is way filthier. One moment you’re shouting “Objection!” and pressing a witness, next moment you’re peeking at Maya on that creepy WE-TRACK-U gadget and she’s bent over somewhere she really shouldn’t be, tits bouncing while she “accidentally” drops something for the third time. It keeps this weird balance where you actually care about the case, and then you forget the case completely because someone’s getting slowly corrupted in the background and you’re too busy watching. The writing leans heavy into parody, it constantly pokes fun at the original series, but then it turns around and gives you scenes that feel way too hot to be a joke. Bluecorp 2 is doing shady stuff again, sure, but the real crime is how quickly half of the cast ends up naked or morally broken.

Story goes from goofy to kinda fucked up pretty fast, and that’s where the netorare thing shows up. You’re the male protag, but you’re also this helpless viewer sometimes, forced to watch your “ally” get dragged deeper into sleaze while you poke around in menus and evidence. There’s a sick little thrill when you check the tracker, see a new scene unlock, and realize Maya’s doing something she’ll never admit later. Sometimes she’s just teasing, sometimes she’s getting used by side characters you wanted to punch from the first moment they appeared. Big tits are everywhere, by the way, like the artist was physically allergic to small breasts. Every time a new girl shows up the game practically shoves her chest into frame first, then remembers to give her a face. The voyeur angle hits hard: cameras, peeping through doors, catching a corrupt “training session” in a place that was totally innocent in the original games. It’s sleazy on purpose, and the point & click parts encourage you to poke every stupid hotspot, because half of them end up triggering some lewd animation or a dirty line instead of something useful. Trading cards of the girls are just pure fanbrain candy, like a horny gacha without the gacha, and I hate that I cared enough to try and complete the set.

Guy stuck in some shitty future office job, numbing himself with Spotify and porn on second monitor, then boom, random email: “hey, you own an entire tropical archipelago now.” I mean sure, obvious scam, but in this story it’s actually real, and he just goes. No hesitation, no lawyer, just “ok, I’m a rich island master now, cool.” I kinda love how fast it throws you into the fantasy. One minute you’re surrounded by concrete and neon, next minute you land on this ridiculous paradise full of wet sand, wet skin, wet everything, and this insanely classy woman meets you at the dock, calls you “Master” with that calm, trained smile that already screams “I know exactly how to make you break all your morals.” She’s hot in that hentai office-lady way, big tits pressed into a too-tight outfit, acting all professional while clearly ready to bend the rules and probably her spine.

The structure is visual novel style, but it sneaks in management stuff so you’re not just clicking next text like a zombie. You’re technically running this island group, investing money, deciding what buildings to put, who works where. And every “responsible” choice somehow leads to more perversion. Upgrade a facility? Suddenly there’s a scene where your staff are “celebrating” in your private villa with their clothes on the floor and their legs open. Got a research lab? They’re not studying fish, they’re testing this creepy futuristic machine that can mess with memories and lust. I swear the first time I used it on that shy girl who kept blushing and covering her chest, I was like “ok this is fucked up” and then five clicks later I’m watching her grind on a metal frame, moaning your name, eyes glazed, while the machine slowly strips away her resistance. The game really leans into corruption, like not just “she likes sex now,” but watching her go from normal worker to addicted slut who peeks at camera feeds and fingers herself while spying on other couples.

Sex scenes don’t stay one-on-one for long. The moment the island economy starts running, you basically become this horny overlord scheduling meetings that end in group sex. There’s this one beach party where you pretend it’s some celebration of progress, but really it’s just an excuse to watch them drunk on sun and lust, bodies all over the sand, a messy mix of big asses bouncing, big boobs slapping, two girls sharing your cock while a third rides your face. Sometimes there’s a monster angle too, like the tech or weird creatures from the ocean getting involved, tentacle-ish stuff that feels half sci fi, half wet dream, and the girls go from fear to obsession so fast it’s almost funny. Also, the voyeur angle is strong as hell. You unlock hidden cameras in showers, staff rooms, even the lab. One time I opened the cam menu on my phone on the subway and forgot volume, and suddenly this girl is on screen getting railed against a glass wall, moaning so hard people looked at me. I pretended it was TikTok but yeah, no one believed that. Anyway, the romance part is there if you want to pretend you care, you can pick favorites, take them on “dates” under the palm trees, tell them sweet things, then order them to kneel in the sand and swallow everything like good pets. The game lets you be as soft or as much of a manipulative bastard as you want, but it always comes back to the same thing: you’re the master of this sunny little sex factory, and every pretty thing on that island is one decision away from being on her knees or on a machine, moaning your name like it’s the only word she remembers.

Quiet suburb, horny kid, too many secrets for one cul-de-sac. That is pretty much the whole vibe here, and it actually works way better than it should. You play Evan, this college freshman who comes back home and instantly gets trapped between all these older women with messy lives, horny neighbors, nosy wives, girls who pretend everything is “fine” while they are clearly two orgasms away from burning the house down. The game leans hard into that feeling when you sit at the kitchen table and pretend to read your phone while actually staring at the milf in shorts who bends too slow on purpose. It is less heroic fantasy and more “what if Pornhub tab number 7 suddenly got story and consequences.” You go around this nice little suburb and start noticing things: a blouse that “accidentally” opens too much when she talks to you, a shower you can totally hear through the wall, late night sounds in the next room that are definitely not someone watching Netflix. Then it turns into this quiet war of secrets where everyone is cheating on someone or at least thinking about it, and you are right in the middle with a hard-on and too much free time.

What I liked is how horny it is without pretending to be classy. When Evan gets caught staring at a woman’s legs, the game does not turn away, it lets the moment breathe. You get to be a creep, in that voyeur way where you peek through doors or watch from the window, but it feels… believable for a frustrated teen who suddenly finds himself surrounded by lonely wives and girlfriends who are not happy at home. There are scenes where a bored milf lets you get too close while her husband is in the next room, you can see her toes curling on the floor when you touch her, and the game really enjoys the small details like that. If you are into watching first, touching later, this hits. There are early bits where you only see her touching herself in secret, or she “helps” you with a quick handjob that is supposed to be “just once.” Then it escalates, and by the time she is on her knees taking you in her mouth and swallowing like she has been starving for it, you already know she will lie to herself the next morning. The actual sex is pretty raw: messy oral, sloppy spit, thick creampies where you stay inside too long, her squeezing your hips to keep you buried so deep that you feel almost guilty. Almost. Some scenes even play around with feet in a way that surprised me: not a fetish lecture, just her lazily working your cock with her soles while she smokes and looks bored, like she has done this a thousand times and you are just another bad idea. It is kind of hot and kind of depressing, and that contrast makes the whole thing feel more real, like Pornhub and a sad indie movie stuck in the same browser tab and refusing to close.

Lewd Piece feels like someone smashed a horny fanfic archive, a janky phone RPG, and a cosplay convention together, then sprinkled it with just enough pirate logic to pretend it all makes sense. You are “captain” in the same way Odysseus was a loyal husband: technically true, but every scene is trying to seduce you away from whatever moral compass you had. One moment you’re choosing skills like you’re in some budget Persona menu, the next moment you’re staring at Nami’s tits squeezed into a maid uniform, offering to “help with inventory” while clearly meaning your dick. The game leans hard into that trainer fantasy: you’re not just managing a ship, you’re adjusting how obedient, perverted, jealous, or teasing your crew becomes, like a horny social link chart. I had this moment with Robin where I picked a dialogue option that looked harmless, just some smart-ass joke about ancient stones, and suddenly she’s pressing her big ass into my lap in the cabin, asking if you “need a practical demonstration about friction.” The writing is not subtle. It doesn’t want to be. It has the same energy as those old hentai OVAs where they pretend to care about plot for 20 seconds, then cut to a titfuck in the engine room.

What really killed me is how the game pretends to be about treasure, but the only treasure that matters is which scene you unlock next. You get these little sandbox vibes on mobile: hopping between locations, hitting the maid cafe “disguise” event, messing with your pirate harem schedule like you’re running a very horny calendar app instead of a ship. There is combat, turn based stuff, but half of the time I’m just clicking through because I know the real prize is when Boa Hancock shows up later with a “training session” that is literally her in maid cosplay riding you and calling it a lesson in loyalty. The sci fi twist with sex robots sneaks in like a shitpost someone forgot to delete: one second it’s pirate romance, next second you’re in a hidden lab deciding breast size in a character creation menu for a robot maid who calls you “captain” while giving a handjob, eyes rolling into full ahegao. It should feel totally wrong, but in erotic games logic this is exactly right. The cheating stuff is there too, quiet but sharp: you’re promising romance to one girl, then sneaking oral sex from another behind a door while your crew walks outside. The game even leans into voyeurism with scenes where you “accidentally” spy on Nami sucking someone off in a corridor, only for the script to twist it and put you in that place next time. It’s parody, sure, of One Piece and of dating sims and of all those grand adventure stories, but it’s also very clear what the real adventure is: every choice slowly shaping a crew that exists to tease you, fuck you, and trap you in a lewd little management loop where the biggest boss fight is trying not to open the gallery again.