This whole thing runs on the logic of a fever dream and I'm honestly here for it. The core idea, some creepy machine that slurps up memories and turns them into playable wanks, is properly fucked up. The opening scene is just a girl in a lab coat explaining this to you, all clinical, while the 3D models have that distinct, unpolished Honey Select look. You know the one, slightly plastic skin, hair that moves like it's underwater. It's not a complaint, it's a whole aesthetic. It sets the expectation that we're not here for high art, we're here for the messy, animated corruption of a literal virgin.

The first "game" you load is a memory from some pure, shy girl. You start by just... watching her masturbate. Awkwardly. The animation loops are janky, her hand clipping through her thigh at one point, but the voice acting is breathy and desperate. It's like a weird voyeuristic puzzle. You don't control her directly, you manipulate the scene, making her strip faster, teasing out the orgasm. The game says "corruption" and "lesbian" on the tin, and it delivers when another female memory-ghost just walks into the frame and starts a very hands-on tutorial. The hand job mechanics are never really explained, you just sort of fumble with the speed and grip until the moans change pitch. It's satisfying in a greasy way, like finding a scratched DVD that still plays the best scenes.

Somehow this machine turns her first awkward fumble into a full on exhibitionist spiral where she's gulping down cum with the enthusiasm of a woman who just discovered she's been starving. There's a bizarre moment where the game freezes for a solid ten seconds on a very specific, anatomically ambitious CIM shot, and I just sat there, staring at it, thinking about the technical limitations of cloth physics. The game never really resolves what happens to the real people these memories were stolen from. Are they okay? Does the lab coat lady have a permit for this soul piracy? It's a bit like someone described the plot of The Cell over a bad connection and the listener just focused on the sex parts.