You show up at this huge, too-clean house as the new live-in code monkey, thinking you’ll just fix some apps, drink shitty coffee and maybe watch porn quietly at night on your phone. Instead you walk into a slow-burn, horny pressure cooker where everyone is pretending they’re normal while basically leaking sex and secrets from every corner. The boss is this stiff older guy who thinks he owns the whole world and you along with it. He talks to you like you’re a walking spreadsheet, but then sends you on “little tasks” that always end up with you alone with his wife in the kitchen or his daughter in her room or sneaking around the hallway like some budget ninja just to peek through a half-open door. The house itself kind of becomes the main character over time. First hours you’re lost, clicking into wrong rooms, bumping into nobody. After a while you know which door creaks, which bathroom mirror gives you the best angle to watch the wife shower without her noticing, where the daughter hides with her headphones when she’s pissed off at daddy again.

The wife is the one that really got me. She’s this blonde, big tits, very “I married money so I’m bored now” type, walks around the place in robes that are somehow always loose at the right moment. At first she’s cold as ice, giving you that look like you’re just another toy her husband bought, but then you help her with some tiny everyday thing, like moving boxes or dealing with a broken tablet, and she leans just a bit too close, bends way more than needed, you get a perfect side view of her ass and the outline of her nipples under thin silk. There is this scene where you’re “repairing the Wi-Fi” and she stands behind you, hand on your shoulder, asking these harmless questions that are obviously not harmless. I clicked through that scene way too slowly, just staring. Later on there’s this tension of “do I risk pissing off the boss and go for her properly, or do I keep pretending I’m just grateful to be here”, and the game actually lets you sit in that feeling for a while. Not just instant porn jump cut. It’s more like those moments when you’re alone in the living room at night, lights half off, she walks in with a glass of wine, sits too close on the sofa, and you both act like it’s normal until she puts her legs on your lap. It’s hot because it’s awkward.

And then there’s the daughter. Overprotected is putting it mild. She’s locked in this fancy, girly room with zero real life experience but a phone and internet and hormones going wild. She starts out bratty as hell, you kind of want to smack her, but it fits. The way she slowly warms up when you treat her like an actual person, not a museum piece, makes the later scenes hit harder. I liked that the game sometimes just lets you hang out with her, talk nonsense, watch something stupid on a tablet. One time I screwed up a stat and she just ignored me for several in-game days and I was more annoyed by that than missing a sex scene. And yeah, voyeurism all over the place. Standing at the top of the stairs, listening to them argue, sneaking past the boss’s office while he’s yelling on the phone, peeking into the wife’s room at night when she thinks no one is watching and she plays with herself on the edge of the bed, legs spread, robe half open. That little bar that tells you how tired or horny or whatever you are becomes this weird mini-game where you push yourself just to see if you can stay awake long enough to catch her walking from the shower. Once I spent too much time in the bathroom just clicking the mirror for no reason. Still kind of annoyed you can’t interact with the plants in the hallway. Don’t ask why, I just wanted to. Anyway, for me the best part is how it doesn’t rush. Sex comes, and it’s dirty and direct, but it crawls there through teasing, side glances, overheard fights, stupid chores, walking the same corridor a hundred times until it feels like home and prison at the same time.

Cole comes back from his fancy school with this whole “I’m a grown man now” attitude, and then boom, he has to move into his big brother’s place like some temporary guest. The apartment feels a bit too clean, a bit too calm, and then you see why. Alan’s wife, Jennifer. Big tits, soft smile, that kind of “I’m trying to be a good person” vibe that clashes hard with how tight her yoga pants are. She greets you with this warm hug that lasts just a second too long, chest pressed on you, her perfume sitting in your nose. Alan is right there in the same room, talking about work or whatever, and you’re already thinking all the wrong things. And the game kind of goes, “Yeah, this is exactly what you think it is.”

It doesn’t throw a tutorial in your face or something. You just move around the house and poke at stuff like some horny raccoon. Kitchen, bathroom, living room, her bedroom when nobody is watching. Simple click, dialogue choice, small scene, then it escalates or pulls back depending on how much of an asshole you decide to be. One moment you’re just helping her with groceries like a normal brother in law, next moment you’re standing right behind her as she bends down, your hand “accidentally” touching her ass, and you get to decide if you pretend it was nothing or keep your fingers there. She reacts. Not like a porn bot, more like a woman who is half scared of what she’s feeling and half turned on. Sometimes she shuts you down and you feel like you messed up the whole route, then later she comes to your room in a tight top asking if you’re mad at her. That whiplash is basically the core of the corruption: she is good, she wants to stay loyal, and you keep pushing, testing how far she bends before she breaks. And yeah, there are paths where you don’t act like a total creep and try to fix your thing with Alan instead, but let’s be real, most people are here for his wife.

The 3D models are the usual VN stuff, but Jennifer’s body is clearly where most of the attention went. Her tits move in these small ways when she walks around in the house robe, or when she leans over you on the couch, and at some point you stop listening to the actual words and only track how deep the valley is between them. Sex scenes don’t unlock just by clicking “yes please” all the time. You have to play it a bit like a strategy game on itch and a bit like you’re texting someone on Telegram in real life, finding that sweet spot between “polite younger brother” and “I want to fuck you on the washing machine while Alan is at work”. There is groping in tight spaces, sneak touches under blankets, hand up her top while you both pretend to watch some generic movie, and those little micro choices switch the tone. Sometimes she gasps and pulls away, sometimes she just bites her lip and lets it happen, sometimes she gets angry and you feel like a shitty person, which is honestly kind of hot in this context and kind of horrible too. The game acts like it is about romance and healing the family, but half the time you are plotting how to make her moan your name in the room next to your brother’s. No moral lesson, just this slow, sticky slide from “innocent cohabitation” to “I’m fucking my brother’s wife and I kinda want him to find out”.

Mia’s story starts in that quiet, heavy place where everything in a marriage looks fine from the outside, but inside it already smells like something died. She’s got the husband, the home, the routines, the fake “we’re okay” sex where both of them kind of know they’re lying. Nothing dramatic at first, just that slow emotional starvation. You see it in the tiny moments: her staring too long at her phone while he talks about work, her forcing a smile when he kisses her forehead instead of her lips. The game leans into that boredom hard, like it wants you to feel how dry her life is before anything dirty even happens. And then, when a new guy walks in, or a new temptation, or even just someone looking at her like she’s still a woman and not just “the wife,” you already understand why her pulse starts going crazy. It doesn’t excuse shit, but it makes the first flirt hit differently.

What I really liked is how the erotic side doesn’t explode instantly. It creeps. You’re mostly watching Mia’s mind corrupt itself in slow motion. One day she’s just texting someone a bit too late. Next day she’s sending a picture that is technically “safe” but you know she picked that angle because she wanted him to see her curves. Little things. Lingering camera on her thighs while she sits in the car, the way her shirt rides up at home and she doesn’t fix it right away. Her husband sometimes walks in at the worst/best possible moments, like when she’s still wet from some dirty conversation and pretending everything’s normal. There’s no branching choices to save her or be a saint. It’s kinetic, so you’re basically strapped to the backseat, watching her fall and sometimes wishing she’d stop while also loving how far she goes. That voyeur feeling is strong. You’re not the hero, you’re the perv in the dark, enjoying every time she crosses a new line.

Sexually, it gets nasty in a very intimate way. Not just “oh she fucks another guy,” but the emotional cheating too. She starts dressing just a bit more daring when she knows she might see him. You notice when she stops wearing certain underwear with her husband but puts it on before meeting someone else. That hit me more than the actual sex scenes, honestly. When her husband is trying to be sweet and she’s secretly replaying another man’s hands on her body in her head, that’s brutal. And hot. And fucked. The corruption really stands out in how her guilt shifts from “I shouldn’t be doing this” to “I hope he doesn’t find out” to finally “does it even matter if he does.” At some point she’s getting turned on by the risk itself, barely hiding her marks, letting herself smell like sex when she gets home. There’s this one moment where she looks at herself in the mirror after doing something she swore she’d never do, and you can’t even tell if she hates herself or loves what she’s becoming. The game doesn’t hold your hand or explain if she’s right or wrong. It just shows you Mia, a wife who is both broken and selfish and unbelievably horny, letting a new spark burn right through the life she pretends to care about. And you watch, because of course you fucking do.

You come back from a boring business trip with a head full of spreadsheets and hotel porn, expecting your cute newlywed wife to jump on you at the door. Instead she’s napping in the middle of the afternoon, hair messy, phone too close to her hand, and you get this weird little punch in the gut that something’s off. Not “she forgot to feed the cat” off. More like “someone else might have been in this bed” off. She smiles, kisses you, acts sweet, but that tiny delay before she answers simple questions just keeps scratching at your brain. The game takes that small uncomfortable feeling and just keeps poking it, harder and harder, while you try to convince yourself you’re just tired and paranoid. Spoiler: you’re probably not.

The whole thing hangs on that one stupid selfie she sent you while you were away. You know the one. Lingerie that you didn’t even know she owned, tits squeezed up like she’s trying to win a contest, eyes a little too needy. At first you were just horny and you jerked off to it alone in your hotel room. Later, back home, you stare at it again and finally see it: three fingertips on the edge of the frame, some stranger’s hand trying to stay out of view. That tiny detail turns your brain into a crime scene. From there the story slips between your perspective and hers. On your side, you’re walking around the house like a detective in denial, clicking through small things that suddenly feel like clues: the subtle smell on the sheets that is not your cologne, her panties in the laundry that are more lace and less “comfortable wife mode”, her slightly glazed look when you touch her, like she’s comparing you to someone else in her head. On her side, it’s this slow, messy slide from “happy new bride” into “I shouldn’t do this” and then right into “I want him to do it again” while her body language gets looser and her ahegao face shows up more often than you want to admit turns you on a bit too.

Sex scenes aren’t just random porn stops, they sneak up on you. One moment you’re arguing in the kitchen about something stupid, next moment the game cuts to how she spent that same time earlier with another guy, bra on the floor, those big breasts bouncing while she rides him and moans into a pillow so the neighbors won’t hear. Creampies that hit way too raw because you know that same pussy is what you’re supposed to be “making love” to later like some clueless husband. Sometimes you get to fuck her too, and that’s the worst part, because the CG shows her eyes rolling back a bit more when she’s remembering his cock instead of yours. Lingerie that she wears “for you” is actually what he already tore off once. There’s this mystery thread running under everything, not just “who is he” but “how far did she go, and when did it really start” and the more you see her side, the less clean the answer feels. It’s not obedient wife corrupted in one night. It’s little choices, late messages, risky selfies, one kiss that should have stopped but didn’t, and then your whole married life is sitting on the edge of a knife and everyone is pretending not to see the blood. And yeah, the story is kinda linear, but honestly, when you’re watching your own wife slowly turn into someone else’s favorite toy, you don’t feel like you have many choices anyway.

Keigo feels like that dude who peaked in high school but actually never even peaked, just failed quietly and then left town. Now he drags his ass back, broke, horny, and still kinda pathetic, crashing at Ichigo’s place like some NPC side character who accidentally got promoted to main character. Ichigo’s still Ichigo, of course, walking cheat code for popularity, swords, and women, and somehow he’s married to Orihime now. And she’s exactly what all those old Bleach fanarts promised, just turned up to shameless hentai levels: giant soft tits that bounce a little too perfectly when she laughs, thighs that don’t even pretend to fit normal clothes, that smile that looks innocent until the camera angle proves it isn’t. The game knows why you clicked. It doesn’t pretend otherwise for even half a second.

What I liked is how the whole thing feels wrong in a very specific way. You’re in Ichigo’s tiny place, pretending to look for a job on your cracked phone, scrolling fake job posts like it’s LinkedIn hell, while Orihime leans over the couch in those shorts that absolutely do not count as shorts, asking if you want more tea, and you’re trying to not stare at her ass and failing completely. The mobile UI actually fits the vibe here: it feels like you’re sneaking porn in a WhatsApp group while sitting at a family dinner you weren’t invited to. Keigo tries to act like a good guest, but the game keeps throwing you small choices that slide from “just chat” into “ok, that was not friendly anymore” and then into “yeah, Ichigo would definitely punch you for this.” You start with mild flirting, then accidental boob touch that is obviously not an accident, then late night scenes in the hallway where she whispers too close, breathing on your neck, pretending she’s worried about you when her nipples are poking right through her shirt. It goes from soft corruption into full-on “I want you to fuck me while my husband is in the other room” without ever doing that big dramatic turn, it just slowly rots. Like mold on bread, sexy mold.

Sex scenes themselves are exactly what you expect and then a bit worse in the best way. Orihime rides you with those massive tits clapping in your face, eyes glazed, sucking her finger, begging you not to cum inside her, and of course the only button you actually notice is the one that makes you drain every drop in her anyway. Animated loops focus on the important stuff: her ass slamming down on your cock while you watch the ring of white around the base grow thicker, the way her belly jiggles when you push her legs up and fuck her hard, the little moment she presses a hand to her womb like she can feel you filling her. There’s a scene where Ichigo’s in the shower, humming like some idiot protagonist, and you’re behind Orihime on the kitchen table, her hair spread, creampie dripping out while she clenches around you trying not to moan too loud. The guilt is there for Keigo, kind of, but the game doesn’t pretend he’s a good guy. Which is nice. He’s just a horny loser finally getting the girl he always watched from the corner, and he ruins everything with a smile.

Weird thing that bugged me way too much: that one text notification sound they use keeps popping up in the middle of the hottest scenes, and it sounds exactly like a Telegram ping, so I kept pausing thinking someone actually messaged me. Completely yanked me out of a creampie once, I’m still annoyed about that. Also, sometimes the writing swings between decently hot dirty talk and those awkward lines like “I feel your naughty rod deep inside my womanhood” and it’s hilarious in the middle of all the moaning. But then Orihime throws her head back, calls you by name, and begs for more like she’s never been properly fucked before, and suddenly the cheesy lines don’t matter. It feels like some degenerate Bleach doujin that escaped from 2010, grabbed your phone, and decided Keigo finally deserves his turn to be scum. Honestly, he doesn’t, which is why it works.

Guy orders a basic ass workday, ends up delivering pizza to his own boss’s place, and somehow that turns into “hi, here’s your pepperoni, also your job is now hanging by your dick.” The whole thing feels like someone took a boring shift at a delivery app, poured porn on it, and said “yeah this is fine.” You roll up with a warm box and zero expectations, then the door opens and it’s the boss’s wife, who looks absolutely nothing like a woman that cooks. She’s the kind of milf that makes you uninstall Tinder in shame. She starts with small talk that’s way too friendly for normal life, that awkward “come inside for a minute” line, and suddenly your dumb ass is standing in their hallway, shoes still on, pretending you’re not staring at her tits while she asks how your day was, like that matters when she’s in that dress. The game leans into that slow build, the fake politeness, the “oh I forgot my wallet upstairs” bit, and you just know it’s bait but you follow anyway because yeah, no brain, only cock.

Once it flips from polite to horny, it goes from 0 to “this is how restraining orders happen” real quick. She gets all touchy, brushing past you a little too close, fingers grazing your arm, then your thigh, then straight up palming your dick through your pants while still talking about her husband like this is a TED talk. Handjob on the couch feels like some porn you’d scroll past on XVideos and then come back to later because it stuck in your brain for no reason. The dev loves those moments where she’s looking you dead in the eye, stroking slow, asking if you’re scared of losing your job while she’s the one doing all the crime. The blowjob scene hits that messy “I shouldn’t be here but holy shit” vibe, with her wiping saliva off her chin and smirking like she’s proud of herself. When it goes to full vaginal, it’s not just quick thrusts and boom, fade to black. She climbs on top, rides you like she’s been bored for years, talks shit about her husband’s stamina while milking you for every drop, and it’s funny and fucked at the same time. The way the bed creaks is weirdly loud though and I got irrationally annoyed by that, like ma’am, tighten the screws, you’re rich.

There’s no real choice tree, it just flows, like you were never going to say no anyway. Parts of it pretend to give you options, like “should I stay or leave” when we all know you’re gonna stay and let this woman ruin your life. The humor sneaks in all over the place: the boss texting you mid blowjob, her pausing with your dick half in her mouth to tell you “don’t answer, he types slow,” and you kind of hate her and love her at once. She switches between fake innocent wife and full-on cheating demon in half a second, and it actually works, even when it shouldn’t. Oral, hand, pussy, it covers the core stuff with enough dirty talk that you don’t need a flowchart to follow what’s going on. I kinda wish there was one really stupid scene like her trying to pay for pizza with “other methods” and you demanding exact change anyway, but yeah, that’s never happening. Instead you just get dragged deeper into this mess, one blowjob, one creampie, one bad decision at a time, while the game keeps smirking at you like “this is fine, right?” and you already know the answer.

Till her husband is asleep and snoring wife waits. She gently took Jenny in the bottle and started to rub on the bottle. Instead of Jenny from the bottle flied out sperm in her face and only after Jenny.

Natsuki really should stop going on vacation. Every time this woman leaves her house, someone ends up buried deep inside her who is not her husband, and honestly, I respect the commitment to bad choices. This time it is supposed to be a fancy hotel date with Yoshihiko, grown up, classy, proper married couple stuff. Champagne, soft music, the kind of evening you post to Instagram with some fake quote about everlasting love, you know? Then they get shuffled into sharing a table with Tatsuki, this rich old gentleman with that polite smile that screams "I have ruined plenty of marriages and slept just fine after." The story just quietly slides from warm romance into that queasy, horny territory where you already know everything is about to go wrong, you just do not know how fast. Half the erotic tension is in the way the game makes you sit through all the little social details: knees brushing under the table, wine being poured a little too slowly, his hand resting a bit too near her thigh. It is not subtle, but in that good trashy drama way. Like watching a cheating wife JAV you know is scripted, but still yelling at the screen, "Girl, you are not coming back from this."

The game hits that sweet, nasty spot where you are not just watching Natsuki get corrupted, you are basically helping gravity pull her panties down. She sits there in her pretty wife uniform, acting polite, blushing when Tatsuki leans in too close, pretending to be shocked when his hand creeps up her leg under the tablecloth. And you get stuck in this loop of small choices, not big cinematic ones. Let her pull away, or let her freeze for a second longer. Let her pretend she did not notice his fingers brushing her inner thigh. Let her excuse herself to the bathroom, where of course the "gentleman" just happens to follow and pin her softly to the wall, whispering about how she tasted that summer, like he is remembering a favorite dessert instead of someone else’s wife. It is cruel in that slow way, where her wedding ring is always right there in the frame while she is getting her mouth stuffed or her legs pushed apart. She gives these little protests, especially at first, all "we cannot, I am married now, I love Yoshi" while her body is already grinding on his cock, her breasts bouncing out of her dress, nipples slipping free. There is one scene at the hotel room door that almost broke me: she tries to go back to her faithful husband, eyes wet, then turns around and walks back down the hall to Tatsuki’s room instead, like her feet just betrayed her. No big speech, no huge drama, just a quiet, horny surrender. Next shot, she is on all fours on his bed, ass up, wedding ring shining while he pumps her full and she moans his name instead of "husband." It is mean. It is hot. It is that kind of story where the second time she cheats feels worse and better at the same time, and you sit there, lonely, clicking through it all on your phone and wondering why fictional people get more intense sex than you ever did.

A husband, a stupid fight, and that sick feeling in your gut when you suddenly notice how short your own shadow looks next to another guy’s. That is basically where this story sits, grinning at you. You follow this poor bastard of a husband who starts the evening thinking he is “the man of the house” and ends up wondering if his wife is getting her pussy filled by somebody taller, thicker, and a lot more confident. The game plays like a teasing lecture about NTR, but not in a cold way. It is like a drunk friend whispering in your ear, “You see that guy talking to your wife? Yeah, that is how it starts.” The visuals sell that uneasy vibe: soft, slow camera-like cuts, those slightly too-long pauses on her lips when she smiles at someone else, her shirt clinging in all the right places, and his eyes squinting like he is trying not to imagine her on her knees, drool on another man’s shaft. The pace is not rushed, it pokes you. You get moments where almost nothing “big” happens, just small looks, off-hand comments, her phone lighting up with a message while she is in the shower and you are left staring at the screen, imagining every filthy word she might be reading.

There is a strong “PSA from hell” vibe, yeah, like some horny officer in a police comedy explaining step by step how your wife goes from “I would never cheat” to getting her ass slapped by a stranger in some cheap hotel on vacation. The husband is technically the male protagonist, but it never really feels like you are in control. You are more like a ghost stuck in his skull, dragged through his jealousy, his twisted fantasies, his humiliation. One scene that hit hard: he is sitting on the bed, replaying his argument with his wife, and his brain starts playing its own porn parody. Suddenly she is there in his mind, bent over the kitchen counter, big tits pressed on the cold surface, some smug bastard gripping her hips while she moans his name instead. The sounds get louder than his own thoughts. Little sticky lip noises, wet slaps, her breathy “harder” that he is not sure she ever said to him in real life. The game leans into that: you never know where reality stops and his corrupted imagination starts. Sometimes you see Sara in normal everyday clothes, then next transition she is in a tight uniform, unbuttoned just enough, or a cheap lingerie set that looks like it was bought for someone else’s eyes. You get flashes of oral, her cheeks hollowed around a thick cock, but it cuts away too soon, almost mocking you. And in the middle of all this, the tone suddenly slides into this weird humor, like a wink to those who know Konosuba jokes and tentacle memes, like the narrator is some half-drunk wiz giving you “NTR survival tips” while the real lesson is just: if you feel it happening, it probably started a long time ago, back when you ignored how she smiled at her “friend” a little too much. The game never holds your hand. It kind of laughs while you squirm.