New condo, new title, and suddenly every horny problem in the whole building is your problem. That’s pretty much the vibe here. You’re not playing some heroic savior, you’re the poor bastard who got handed the trustee job in a place that looks normal at first, then every door you knock on turns into another “how the hell did I end up in this situation” moment. One floor you’re arguing about parking spaces with a stacked milf in a tight blouse who keeps leaning just a little too close, next you’re pretending you’re checking water pressure while actually staring at the shower through frosted glass, trying not to get caught with your dick already hard. The game really leans into that slow burn of “professional” talk that keeps sliding into filthy territory. One second you’re discussing condo fees, then she’s on her knees in the bedroom, lipstick smeared on your cock, asking if this counts as a “service discount.” It’s soft and romantic in that bullshit way where she’s blushing and shy right before she swallows every drop like she was training for it.

It’s fun how different the women feel just from how they talk to you. The blonde neighbor pretending she’s all pure and proper, always acting like this is just a formal meeting in her living room, but her shirt buttons never seem to stay closed, and those big tits are practically begging to fall out while she pours you tea. That moment where you just sit on her couch, listening to her complain about the previous trustee, and you’re not even touching yet, but you know she wants you to pin her over the armrest and pull her hair… that hits better than some porn sites I’ve got bookmarked in Chrome. Then there’s the redhead who doesn’t even bother hiding it. She’s the one who opens the door in a towel, “forgets” to tighten it, drops hints like “my shower is acting weird, can you come check it?” and then you’re suddenly pressed against the bathroom wall, water running, her mouth wrapped around you while she stares right up into your eyes like she’s daring you to cum down her throat. The brunette feels more like a slow romance route, texting you late at night on WhatsApp, sending half-safe pics, telling you about her shitty day, and then asking if you “really think she’s sexy” right before she lets you watch her undress with the lights low. Honestly the romance can feel cheesy sometimes, lines a bit too sweet, but then she straddles you and rides you like she hasn’t been touched in months, and the cheese just kind of works. I wish the game didn’t tease voyeur stuff so often without fully going full creepy neighbor energy, but it’s also kind of hot that you’re always on the edge of being caught peeking from the corridor or watching a window reflection while pretending you’re just checking the building lights. You bounce between dating sim choices, checking if you said the right thing three scenes ago, and those payoff moments where she finally drops the act and you get her lips around your cock, mascara streaked, calling you “trustee” like it’s some dirty title. It’s messy, a bit corny, sometimes too romantic for how filthy the scenes are, and that’s exactly why it sticks in your head long after you close the browser tab.

Rogue’s eyes flicker like she’s got a storm trapped behind them - no pun on Ororo intended, though she does make a cameo that feels like it came straight out of an adult fever dream. The game throws you in as this anomaly mutant who can brush against anyone without going poof, and suddenly what used to be dangerous turns into something primal, desperate, almost poetic if poetry was sticky and breathless. Rogue tests you early, there’s this scene - locker room, dripping tiles, wet echo - and she doesn’t know if she wants to kiss you or crush you. The writing snaps between tender and filthy so fast it makes your brain lag behind your pulse.

The wild part is how easily it flips from soft-eyed confessions with Jean Grey to pure shameless corruption paths with Emma Frost whispering filth you don’t even think Marvel’s lawyers could process. There’s something dirty-luxurious about that mansion setting; so many doors, each one unlocking another line you’ll probably regret reading at work. Some of the animations (I swear they move like low-res ghosts) have that “almost too human” vibe - you catch a tiny twitch of Rogue’s fingers clutching skin, and it’s hotter than the whole naked scene that follows. But then Storm steps in later and everything turns theatrical, lightning illuminating this ridiculously intimate chaos. You forget half the choices you made, yet every dialogue click still feels personal, like someone watching over your shoulder quietly taking notes.

And sure, maybe Jubilee’s route doesn’t sync right, and Wanda sometimes clips through clothing (yeah, that bug - literally distracting), but when those powers mix - light sparks tracing across bodies, voices overlapping, love and dominance tangling - it hits this weird emotional chord. Like half romance novel, half scandalous lab experiment. I hated that one sound loop kept restarting mid-scene, yet I replayed the moment anyway. It's messy, horny sci-fi and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Maybe that’s why it works. Maybe.

Things feel almost too cozy at the start here. You log into a VRMMO, your girl is there, all cute and overpowered, and the routine is very… domestic. Run some quests, flirt in chat, meet her after “logging out” for a date in a very normal school life. It’s this weird overlap of fantasy swords and cafeteria bentos, and it actually sells the idea that this couple is used to shuffling between dungeon grinding and holding hands behind the gym. It’s soft, kind of cheesy, and then the game quietly leans in and says, “Okay, what if we fucked that up completely.”

The new guy, Inoda, slides into the story like that one Discord stranger who seems harmless because his mic is too quiet. His whole thing is this stealth skill in the VR game that makes his character weak as hell in combat but basically invisible. In a normal RPG you’d just complain in a forum that the devs ruined the class, but here it turns into a voyeur tool. At first it’s funny: you’re teaching him how to not die in turn based fights, he trips over simple stuff, you clear monsters while he hides, and your girlfriend is trying to be patient. The combat is simple, kind of grindy, and sometimes the camera lingers more on bouncing tits and wet lips than on HP bars, which is honestly the point. She leans forward to explain something, her big chest fills half the frame, his eyes slide down, and the game doesn’t pretend it’s innocent. In town, there’s one sequence where she bends over to pick up loot and her skirt rides up, and you catch Inoda just standing there, watching like he found premium content. He says “sorry” way too slow.

What I like, and also hate, is how the NTR tension doesn’t flip all at once. It’s not just “surprise, she’s fucked in a corner.” Instead it builds in stupid little moments. A hand on her shoulder that lingers too long in the classroom, him “accidentally” sitting next to her on the train instead of you, her laughing at some lame joke while your POV is just a bit off to the side. The voyeur thing grows more obvious in the VR parts too: stealth active, he hangs back watching you and her fight, her heavy breathing, the bounce under her armor, the way she sucks on a potion bottle like it’s a cock, and your brain starts going, wait, is he even playing the same game or just jerking to our party dynamics. There is this scene in the dorm hallway where he “helps” her carry stuff and his hand brushes her ass. It’s short, animated, and he pretends it’s nothing, but the camera really wants you to see the way his fingers press in, like testing the curve of her milf-tier body even though she’s technically still a student. It’s horny and kind of gross in that way NTR fans eat up.

Sex scenes hit a bunch of angles: slow teasing while you watch, sneaky groping in a school stairwell, her pressed against a wall with her underwear pushed aside, and, later, things get nastier. There’s oral where she’s on her knees, her lips stretched around a dick that clearly isn’t yours, drool dripping down her chin while the stealth effect is still active and you’re somewhere else in the same digital world, clueless. There’s the classic VR bed scene where he’s fucking her from behind, tits slapping against the sheets, his hands on her waist, and she keeps trying not to moan his name too loud. Creampies are heavy here: white cum spilling out slowly, panties dragged up over a dripping pussy before she goes to “see you” in the real school. It’s peak cheating vibe. Some shots focus on her big ass, jiggle from different angles, light catching the sweat on her skin. One scene has her giving a handjob under a table, his expression barely moving while teachers talk in front, like this fucked-up exhibition game where you almost want someone to notice. The game even throws in a weird Asuna-style NPC in the VR MMO that’s clearly meant to look like a certain SAO heroine, and she gets dragged into the mix as a side distraction, like the devs said “we know what you’re here for” and then got horny and forgot subtlety. Honestly I wish the male protagonist had more agency in the late parts, instead of just existing to suffer and watch, but this won’t change, it’s built on that specific humiliation. I still keep thinking about that one moment where you walk into a classroom, see your girlfriend smiling at her phone, and the screen very briefly flashes a chat window you’re not in. Tiny thing. It bothered me way more than the loud moaning did.

Game hits you with that cheap jump scare first, like some old YouTube screamer, then suddenly you are just in this tiny bedroom with a catgirl kneeling on your mattress, tail flicking, hoodie half open, like she respawned out of your search history. She talks way too casual for something that was licking your cheek a second ago, and her robot buddy on the desk keeps beeping horny little comments, like ChatGPT but if it was allowed to be a total perv. The vibe is weirdly cozy and fucked up at the same time: lights low, messy floor, VR headset tossed in the corner, browser on incognito, and this girl with ears and a collar explaining that you “kinda accidentally” asked for her during a lucid dream. Then your tanned childhood friend just barges in, sweaty from practice, sports bra under that loose shirt, thighs looking like she can snap your neck, and the game instantly goes from awkward hentai scenario to full “oh no I have to actually choose between them” chaos. Except it does not let you stay pure for long, because the sandbox part kicks in fast.

What sold me is how the lewd stuff slowly crawls from goofy to really filthy. At first it is innocent groping “for data”, the robot telling her to test your stamina, her sitting on your lap casually while pretending it is a “science experiment”, your dark skinned wrestler buddy teasing you by pinning your arms and grinding down “like training mount control”. Ten minutes later you are in this bizarre three way exhibition setup where the robot projects your porn search stats on the wall while catgirl milks you with her tits, long slow titfuck while she purrs and leaks a bit of milk herself if you pushed her down the lactation path earlier. Yes, they actually track that with little stat sliders tucked in your phone menu, same place you manage pregnancy risks and suppression pills, which is so on the nose it becomes funny. You start checking fertility charts with the same seriousness I normally keep for Google Analytics, except here the KPIs are “days until catgirl goes into heat” and “chance that the wrestler gets creampied after shower scene”.

Game keeps mixing cute and messed up like that. One route I picked had the tan friend challenge you to a “submission match” on the living room floor, loser has to obey for the night. I tried to play fair, ended up with my face in her armpit and my hands tied behind my back with a belt. She rode my mouth first out of pure spite, grinding till she actually squirted all over my chin, laughing when the robot measured the splash distance. That same run, later, she made you fuck her from behind in the hallway with the door half open, neighbors’ footsteps outside, her moaning way too loud on purpose so you feel that humiliation creep in while still pumping her full and watching her stomach twitch when she feels the cum spill deep. The catgirl route goes more horror and sci fi if you lean into the superpower stuff: she glitches the lights, pulls some psychic domination, freezes your body mid stroke so she can sit on your cock and edge you, denying the orgasm until you are shaking, then forces a raw creampie where her eyes roll back ahegao style and her belly gives this tiny bump animation after. At one point she makes a clone of herself out of this slimy monster girl goo, and suddenly it becomes a group sex scene with two catgirls giggling while they share your dick between mouth and ass, keeping you right at the limit, the robot counting “denied orgasms: 7” in the corner like some cursed Excel sheet. I kinda hate how the UI sometimes bugs and the text boxes overlap in the most intense moments, but when you are watching an elf cosplay scene where your tanned fighter wears fake ears and gets throat fucked on the couch while the real catgirl records from the wardrobe crack, you just let it slide. Vaginal, anal, oral, handjobs under the table while you pretend to play a horror game, lesbian domination where the wrestler slaps the catgirl’s ass till it goes red and makes her lick your shaft before she sits down on it herself, even a messed up virgin blood fetish joke when you finally break that hymen flag on one route. It is all there, messy, horny, way too raw, like someone dumped their whole tag history into one save file and forgot to clean the edges.