You know that feeling when a game's jank actually makes it hotter? The 3DCG here has that slightly off, uncanny valley thing going on, like a sex doll come to life in a dim apartment. The wife's model, she's got this plastic sheen, but when she first picks up a riding crop and that clumsy animation plays, her arm moving like a robot learning to be cruel, it somehow works. The male protagonist, your POV, just stands there, mouth slightly open, and you can almost feel his confusion hardening into something else.

The plot is basically a slow burn cuckold fantasy where she discovers femdom. Not the polished, leather catalog kind, more like she read a bad blog post about FLR and decided to run with it. There's this one early scene, after she meets her "mentor" (some older woman who clearly has a dungeon in her basement), where she tries pegging for the first time. The animation loops awkwardly, her hips stuttering, but the voice acting, god, it's so flat and amateurish it circles back to being genuinely humiliating. She keeps saying "Do you like this, husband?" in the same tone she'd ask about dinner. The sissification elements creep in later, tied to blackmail from a coworker, and there's a footjob sequence that's basically two plastic feet clipping through a crotch. I wish the NTR aspect was more gut punching, less telegraphed. You see the bull coming a mile away, some generic gym guy model. A DLC where she actually hides things better, where the male protagonist's descent into being a cuckold slave feels less like a checklist and more like a quiet, domestic apocalypse, that would elevate it. As is, the sexual harassment scenes at her office have more bite, especially the one with her boss and a vibrator app on her phone. The humiliation there feels accidental, which is the best kind. Don't skip the dialogue options that seem passive. Picking the most pathetic response unlocks the best POV shots where you're literally looking up at her from the floor while she discusses your performance with her new girlfriend. The lesbian content is mostly for her, not you, and that's the point.

I remember the church. The one in the frost town where you first arrive, all frozen stone and awkward silences. There is a nun there. Something about the way the text described her, the stiffness in her robes, the cold air. I wanted to corrupt her. Not for a quest. There was no reward marker. I just... needed to see what the writing would do.

The game is Corruption of Champions II, but that title feels too grand for what it actually is. A text box with a portrait above it. The portrait changes, by the way. That is important. The first time you notice the nun’s expression has shifted, her cheeks flushed, lips parted just slightly. You did that. Go back to the button that says Talk and suddenly there is a new option. The word appears in brackets, something blunt, unpoetic. It mentions her habit riding up.

My fingers are not on her. There is no animation. There is just a paragraph, and then another. I am reading about her thighs. About the damp spot on her leggings. The game does this thing where it never lets you forget you are pushing, prodding, coaxing a person out of their own convictions. Her dialogue stumbles. The prose luxuriates in the whimper she tries to swallow. I did not care about the demon war for about three real days. I was in that church, making a nun admit things to herself while another part of the interface tracked whether I was becoming more masculine or feminine from some contaminated water I drank earlier.

And then there was a yeti. A male yeti, very interested in the nun and also in me. The scene layers in without warning. Her shame flickers into something else entirely while the monster’s cock, described with the same clinical precision the game uses for a dropped sword, presses against her back. The writing just keeps going. It will not look away. It gives you choices like Wait and Watch. Choosing Watch gives you a long, terrible paragraph about a holy woman’s ahegao face while being mounted by a thing that was trying to kill you five minutes ago.

At some point I realized my character, a slim catfolk I had built for speed, was essentially a femboy now. Not from a menu. From events. From allowing things to happen. The character sprite looked different. The NPCs addressed me different. The yeti did not care. The nun cared, but not in the way you think. It made me think about how little we truly guide anything here. The game just remembers everything and then uses it later in a brothel scene involving a milky breast pump.

I keep loading my save just to make that one guard at the gate blush when I walk past. He has no name.