Blake’s face is the first thing you see and honestly, it’s the kind of smug mug you want to punch or, depending on your wiring, let rail your virtual girlfriend. This visual novel, a messy cocktail of AI CG and 3DCG, throws you into a long distance relationship that’s already rotting from the inside. Alan, the male protagonist, is a walking spreadsheet, a dependable accountant who wouldn’t notice a sexual grenade if the pin landed in his coffee. Cristina, his girlfriend, is a teacher with a big ass and an even bigger internal conflict, her pixelated tits practically straining against her blouse with every suppressed thought.

The “gameplay” is clicking through dialogue while Blake, the live-in computer science grad student, orbits Cristina like a horny shark. The netorare tag isn’t a warning here, it’s the entire blueprint. There’s a scene early on, a handjob under a blanket during a movie night, where the animation is so deliberately unpolished it feels like watching a deepfake made by a sleep-deprived genius. The groping starts as an “accident” and the oral sex that follows is rendered with this weird, glossy AI sheen that makes the skin look like melted candle wax. It’s hot in a way that makes you feel like you need a shower.

I wish the choices mattered more but they won’t. You’re basically just holding the camera while Cristina’s loyalty dissolves. The psychological conflict is all in the text, a slow burn of guilt that the janky animations can’t quite sell. One minute you’re reading about her grading papers, the next Blake’s “teasing nature” has her bent over a desk. The dual protagonist thing is a lie, you’re just watching a car crash in slow motion, and Alan’s sections are about as exciting as a tax audit. That one meme about the guy standing in the corner at the party? That’s Alan’s entire contribution to this story. The real action is the quiet confidence of a dude who knows he’s about to steal your girl, one poorly rendered grope at a time.