Diane’s tits are like a gravity well, I swear. You start this thing thinking it’s a cozy slice of life sim, just you and your older landlady who you’ve been obsessed with forever. The art is that specific kind of CG hentai where the shading on the curves is just a little too glossy, like they’re perpetually oiled up. It’s not polished, the UI feels like it was coded in a fugue state, and the text sometimes forgets which character is speaking. But then you’re at a fundraiser and some senator’s wife with a neckline down to her navel is whispering about how her husband doesn’t understand her, and the corruption meter ticks up. It’s so on the nose it wraps back around to being hilarious.

The whole political backdrop is just a conveyor belt of milfs trying to wreck your home. There’s this one scene where you’re supposed to be photocopying documents and a rival staffer just presses her whole body against your back. The dialogue choices are basically “be a saint” or “grab the massive honkers.” I picked the grab option, obviously, and the game punished me with a dream sequence where Diane’s face melted into a disappointed emoji. I actually felt a pang of something. Not guilt, more like the annoyance you feel when you drop your phone and the screen doesn’t crack but you know the structural integrity is compromised.

I wish the cheating path had more of a slow burn instead of going zero to sixty. One minute you’re loyal, the next you’re balls deep in a cougar on a desk that definitely has important legislation on it. The relationship with Diane is weirdly sweet in a way that makes the corruption feel more like a farce than a dark road. It’s like watching a telenovela where everyone’s had too much plastic surgery. The game crashed once right after a particularly intense CG, and I just sat there staring at my own reflection in the black screen, wondering if the autosave had my back. It didn’t. I had to replay the entire gala sequence. The dress on that one lobbyist was still worth it though.

The download hit 73% and I had a gif already looping in my head. That scene in the office, after hours. The secretary with the ridiculous chest, leaning over the desk, her blouse buttons fighting a losing battle. The lighting in this game is weirdly good for something so janky. Not the polished AAA stuff, but the kind of intentional ugliness that makes the skin look a little too real, a little sweaty under the fluorescent panels of Deimos Corp.

It's a corruption game, right, but the protagonist is already hollowed out. You're this corporate drone with a Swiss cheese memory, climbing a ladder in a city built on bullshit and political segregation. The sci-fi is just a skin for the office politics simulator. I kept clicking through dialogue about quarterly projections and neural mapping, waiting for the next animated payoff. And when it hits, oh man. The vaginal scenes have this weight to them, a slow, deliberate rhythm that feels more criminal than romantic, even when the game slaps the romance tag on it. One moment you're shaking hands with a senator, the next you're balls deep in a colleague in a lab, and the guilt doesn't feel real. That's the point, I think? Or maybe the writing just stumbles. The big tits physics engine deserves a medal though, even if the jiggle sometimes goes into orbit during the secretary's scene and I had to restart because my gif capture glitched out.

Somewhere in the middle route I forgot what my original goal was. There's a secret you're supposed to uncover, about the experiments, about yourself. But I was more interested in seeing if the corporate lawyer would finally break. She has this one expression, a mix of disgust and something else, right before the scene triggers. I've got 14 megabytes of just that. The game doesn't explain a lot of mechanics, like why some dialogue choices lock out entire characters. I missed a whole scene with the lab assistant because I picked the "ethical" option once. Felt stupid. The criminal tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting, it's more of a vibe than a gameplay loop. The sex is hot in a detached, clinical way, which fits the whole Deimos aesthetic but might leave you feeling like you need a shower. Not the fun kind.