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NTR'ed by My Friend - v0.8.2
- Rank
- #28
- Rating
- 4.2 / 1
- Plays
- 6,667
- Added
- 2025-06-25
The AI CG thing is a trip, right? Like, you can almost feel the algorithm sweating trying to figure out where fingers go during a handjob. Alan is off being a dependable accountant in some other city, and Cristina, his girlfriend, is a teacher with an ass that the 3DCG renders with a little too much enthusiasm. It’s that specific, glossy unrealism that makes everything feel like a weird dream you had after falling asleep to a corrupted video file. The animations are janky, deliberately so maybe, with that uncanny valley glide that makes a groping scene feel more like a physics simulation having a stroke. Blake, the roommate, is this computer science grad student who’s supposed to be laid back but just comes off as a smug prick with a six pack that definitely has too many polygons. The netorare here isn’t a sudden storm, it’s a slow, humid creep. You’re watching Cristina’s internal monologue, a chiptune track of anxiety and suppressed horniness, while Alan’s perspective is just... dial-up internet noise. There’s this one scene where Blake’s just “helping” her reach something, and his hand lingers. You know the move. It’s a classic, rendered in this sterile, high-definition light that makes the big tits look like they’re made of memory foam. The oral sex scenes are less about passion and more about a clinical, step by step breakdown of a boundary dissolving, with sound design that’s mostly just wet glitches. I wish the game leaned harder into its own broken aesthetic. The writing tries for this serious psychological conflict, but then a character will morph through a wall during an animated sequence and it’s just... perfect. That’s the real game. Forget the guilt and betrayal, the true horror is in the way a hand clips through a thigh. It’s a visual novel that feels like it was coded by Blake himself as some kind of twisted thesis project on desire and poor rigging. The male protagonist segments are a slog of obliviousness, but then you get a flash of Cristina’s face during a groping scene, a mix of 3DCG blankness and something that looks almost like real shame, and you remember why you’re clicking through. It’s like finding a rare, badly looped track on a bootleg cartridge, you don’t play it for the melody, you play it for the static.
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