Boruto in this game feels less like a hero and more like that horny disaster main guy from a messy romance anime who suddenly got handed a cheat power that strips everyone’s brakes off. Not mind control, not some magic “you love me now”, more like turning up the volume on what they already want and then watching them try to pretend nothing is happening. One late meeting with this strange hooded freak in the street and boom, the whole village turns into a pressure cooker of lust, shame and “I definitely shouldn’t be doing this but I’m already touching you so fuck it”. The game leans hard into that feeling. You walk around like in a small RPG sandbox, poking at people’s boundaries, watching them crack a little, then a lot. Hinata, Sakura, Sarada, even the “proper” types, they all feel like they have this hidden script under the skin, and your new power finds it. One moment Hinata is doing the worried mom thing, nagging you about training, next moment she’s blushing so hard you know she’s picturing your cock buried in her and hating herself for it. The game lets you push. Or not. Sometimes the nicest scenes come from being patient. Sometimes you just bend her over the table and pound her full of cum until she’s dripping down her thighs, whispering “I’m a bad mother” while still begging for more.

What surprised me is how much actual “story feel” there is between the porn beats. It’s not just walking from sex scene to sex scene. There’s this weird tension like a romance anime that lost its PG rating way too early and never looked back. You have those long talks with Sarada where she tries to act like a serious future leader, except you notice how often her eyes flick to your crotch after a certain event. Then you get that first scene where you corrupt that seriousness, bit by bit, maybe starting with “innocent” groping during training, ending in you filling her ass while she bites her glove to not scream your name. The turn based combat is almost funny in contrast, like someone glued a small classic RPG onto a corruption doujin. It works though. Beating some random threat in an alley and then using the stress of the situation to corner a flustered girl into giving you a sloppy, rushed blowjob feels way more dirty than if it just appeared in a menu. There are choices, too, and not all of them are cozy. You can humiliate, you can be gentle, you can act like a dom asshole with a soft spot. One route had me spanking Sakura so hard her ass turned bright red and she still tried to scold me like a teacher, right up until I slid inside her and she completely lost the act. Another run I tried to play more submissive, letting one of the girls take charge and peg me with that unexpected futa situation, and honestly it hit like that one weird hentai manga you secretly keep saved in a separate folder on your phone. Incest tension with Hinata is handled like a slow-burn car crash, every choice making it worse and hotter at the same time. On top of that, the AI style CG gives everything this slightly unreal, dreamy quality that fits the whole “desire is leaking into reality and nobody is safe” vibe. Some scenes are rough, some are loving, some are just trashy and fun, and the game kind of shrugs and tells you: this is on you. You wanted this.

First time I launched *House of Shinobi*, I kinda laughed because the main menu music tried *so hard* to sound grand and brooding that it looped in this weird offbeat way - almost like the composer’s laptop was overheating. But then something strange happened. I got pulled in. The way the game paces itself - slow, quiet scenes between sudden bursts of raw, filthy intensity - reminds me of watching late-night anime on a borrowed DVD player when the volume button didn’t work and you had to ride the tension between “God, this is hot” and “Please don't let anyone walk in.” That feeling’s still there, buried under all the messy UI. I swear I stared at the save screen for full five minutes wondering which thumbnail was my actual progress. But that’s kind of the point: it’s accidental intimacy mixed with clunky obsession.

When the game goes erotic, it doesn’t hold back. The moans aren’t cleanly recorded; they’re layered like someone mixed them through an old cassette filter, and somehow it fits better than most ‘HD’ adult games. The scenes with Tsunade and Hinata hit different moods - one warm and messy, the other oddly gentle, like you’re being dared to keep eye contact. It’s not just pixel art but deliberate rhythm: the breathing, the softened thuds, the moment right before a slap lands. Even the humiliation stuff - which I usually skip - felt written by someone who hates and loves their characters at once. That inner contradiction, man… it gets under your skin.

The funny part? Every now and then, the sandbox sections drag you into managing chores or wandering alleyways, like filler episodes in the middle of chaos. I both hated and loved it. It kinda reminded me of grinding in *Honey Select* but with accidental moral consequences. And let’s be honest: nobody needs a moral lesson after three back-to-back creampie routes, yet when Kushina looks at you afterward and says nothing, that silence lingers. Maybe the game isn’t trying to say anything deep. Or maybe it’s mocking the idea that desire ever needed a reason. I still don’t like the font, though.

This one throws you into Springfield in a really weird way. You’re not Homer or Bart, you’re some random young guy who suddenly finds out he’s related to Mr. Burns, like the one sperm he forgot to freeze properly or something, and now old, wrinkly, pissed-off Burns is kind of broke. Not broken in spirit, just broke in money. So he drags you into his mess and calls it an “internship”. Of course you don’t get paid, except in tits, asses and trouble. The whole thing plays like a point and click sandbox, and Springfield becomes your horny playground. You walk around town, poke at stuff, click on hot spots, talk to people, unlock scenes. In practice that means you are “helping” save the empire by doing every dirty favor possible, and a lot of them involve his favorite yellow MILF with gravity-proof boobs.

Marge is the real center of all this, even when she’s pretending she’s not. The game treats her like a holy relic of big tits and big ass. She’s not just background mom, she’s the main reward for being a good little intern. The way the story sets it up is kind of fun: you end up in the Simpsons house a lot, pretending you’re handling some “business stuff” for Burns, but you’re mostly staring at her huge boobs while she bends over with that big blue hair wobbling a bit. Sometimes she wears that usual green dress, sometimes something more tight, and yeah, there are scenes where you push her way out of that “faithful wife” role. What I liked is that the game doesn’t rush it too fast in the beginning. You run lame errands, click through dialog, test different time slots, and then suddenly one small choice opens this totally lewd situation in the kitchen or living room where she’s blushing and you’re trying not to stare at her nipples poking through. And failing. The humor hits nice too, kind of dumb but on purpose. Burns talking about “asset management” while the camera basically stares at Marge’s ass in the same room feels very on-brand for this parody. I kept catching myself clicking every stupid painting on the wall like a raccoon, because sometimes there’s an extra porn mag or a dirty joke hidden there that has nothing to do with progress, but it makes the world feel more dirty and alive.

Then you have Lisa in the mix, and the tone swings to something more sneaky and taboo. She’s not just there as background; she actually pokes her nose into your “intern” work. There are moments where she’s suspicious, and you’re juggling conversations, pretending you care about homework or environmental shit, while your real goal is to keep her from catching what you do with her mom. At the same time, the game gives her own corrupt path, so if you go that route it gets pretty fucking spicy. There’s something twisted about helping her with some project and realizing half the choices you make are slowly making her more open to weird, adult stuff. It’s uncomfortable in a way that clearly knows it’s wrong, but that’s also the fetish for a lot of people who are here, so the game doesn’t shy away from it. I actually got stuck once because I forgot which day she was in which location and I had to check some random fan-made schedule someone posted on Reddit from their Google Drive screenshots. That’s the kind of nonsense only sandbox lovers tolerate. If you want every dirty scene, you’ll need a little patience: talk to Marge in different rooms, annoy Lisa with multiple dialog options, help Burns with his degenerate “business plans”, and don’t be scared to re-check old locations after plot jumps. Half of the hottest stuff triggered for me only when I came back at a “wrong” time and clicked the same door I ignored before. There’s this nice feeling when you finally unlock a new Marge pose or a new Lisa reaction and you know it came from you messing around instead of following some boring arrow. If you play it slowly, save often, and actually enjoy being a nosy asshole in every room of the house, the game really rewards you with more than just one quick cum scene. Take your time in Springfield, watch every little body language change, and squeeze every filthy drop the writers buried in those yellow curves.

Kasumi Rebirth feels like catching someone’s private mod folder that accidentally got pushed live and nobody had the heart to stop it. It’s just Kasumi, chained up, not doing the “cool ninja” thing at all, and the whole game is basically you seeing how far you can push her body before you get bored or feel weird about yourself. She hangs there in those metal restraints, soft skin, big tits squeezed by the outfit that you immediately start ripping off, because of course you do. There is no fake romance, no “story” pretending this isn’t what it is. You poke her, grab her, slide hands over her tits, pinch her nipples a bit too hard, then harder, just to see if the reaction changes. It turns into this quiet little lab experiment: what if I put fingers in her pussy first, then in her ass, then both, then ignore both and just use her tits like they are toys made of warm jelly. The game doesn’t judge. It just lets you be a freak in peace.

The main loop of Kasumi Rebirth is strangely hypnotic: click, drag, spread her legs, tilt her hips, line her up for doggystyle, then get distracted and go back to playing with her mouth. You pull her head back, slide a dildo between her lips, watch those eyes say everything without a single line of dialog. Deepthroat her with plastic, then switch holes like a bored god with too much free time. Pussy, ass, mouth, back to pussy, then push it in her asshole again just because you like the way she tightens around it. You can masturbate her slowly, tease her clit until she twitches, then ram something inside and go straight for a rough creampie like the concept of foreplay never existed. Cumshots on her face, on her breasts, slipping down her body, and at some point I tried to see if I could cover both tits perfectly and got annoyed because one drop kept sliding off the side in a stupid way that distracted me more than it should. There is also this breast expansion thing going on that feels like someone’s late-night fever dream: you start tweaking and pumping and suddenly her big tits are not just big, they are ridiculous, heavy, almost comical, but somehow it works because this game stopped pretending to be “normal” a long time ago. It is rough, it is ***-y, it is torture dressed up as “gentle play”, and yet the whole thing has this old-school Internet porn game energy that makes you keep testing one more position, one more angle, one more messy facial, just to see how far Kasumi’s body can be turned into a toy before you finally close the tab and swear you’re done with Dead or Alive girls forever.

U.A. is supposed to be this holy temple of justice, right, where everyone dreams big about saving the world in tight outfits and heroic poses. Here it feels more like a horny pressure cooker where every “quirk” argument ends with someone half naked and the moral high ground just quietly dies in the corner. The game takes that whole heroic ideal from the anime and twists it just enough that you keep asking yourself, “Is this still parody, or did we just confess something dark about power and sex and school uniforms?” and then you click the next dialog option anyway, because you want to see if the teacher actually locks the door this time. She does, obviously.

What really messed with me is how normal everything pretends to be at the start. It looks like a silly visual novel joke: silly sound effects, characters that feel like cheap copies of the originals, all big eyes and exaggerated boobs stuffed into uniforms that clearly violate every dress code ever. At first you laugh because it is so over the top. The hero talk, the “we must study hard” stuff, the goofy villain threats. Then the game slowly shifts into this rhythm where studying is just foreplay for another sex scene and “fighting evil” is sort of an excuse to pin a classmate against a wall, or to “reward” a girl for not failing some test. You think you are playing the brave student, but really you are playing the guy who uses the badge of hero to get away with things that, in real life, would feel pretty fucked up. And still, you keep chasing new CGs like some moral philosopher with his dick out, telling himself it is “research on ethics of consent under power imbalance”. I caught myself thinking about Kant during a blowjob scene and I am still not proud of that.

Most of the scenes are funny until they are not. A villain appears, does the usual cartoon evil routine, and seconds later the tension flips into sex like it was scripted by a very horny algorithm. It is hot, I admit that. The bodies are drawn with almost rude detail, the way the clothes cling and then slip, the way the uniform skirt rides up just enough before it is yanked out of the way. There is one moment in a classroom, late, where a character is explaining some heroic principle while sitting on a desk with her legs apart, and you realize the “lesson” is pure roleplay, the chalkboard behind her still full of equations that no one is ever going to finish. The game almost never stops to ask if this world of future saviors should be this soaked in sex. It just assumes: power plus stress plus puberty equals constant fucking. In a way that honesty is more disturbing than if it tried to justify itself. Being a superhero here is not about saving people. It is about having a socially acceptable reason to be everywhere, to peek into danger and into panties at the same time. It is stupid and arousing and morally dirty, and the worst part is how easy it is to click “next” and let ethics wait until you close the browser.

Isekai Brothel feels like someone cracked open my anime watchlist, dumped it on the bed, and said, “Ok, pick who you wanna fuck first.” It’s a dating sim wrapped around a brothel idea, but not the usual boring “pick one route, marry waifu, roll credits”. Here you jump between worlds and timelines, grab girls from different series, and basically run this horny multiverse where fidelity is a suggestion, not a rule. As a poly person this hits weirdly close to my fantasy: not needing to “pick best girl”, just stacking them like a chaotic harem Jenga tower and seeing what breaks first, your dick or your free time. And yeah, it’s messy. The art style and scenes don’t always match perfectly between girls, the transitions sometimes feel like someone hit the skip button too fast, but honestly that fits the vibe. It feels like a porn stash, not a museum.

What I liked a lot is how it leans hard into the “brothel” part without pretending to be moral about it. You flirt, you pay, you fuck. Sometimes you date first, sometimes you go straight to raw dog in a rented room. One moment I was having a kinda sweet “date” with a shy girl, choosing dialog options that made her open up, and then suddenly I was balls-deep while she begged me not to pull out. The jump from wholesome to filthy is fast and I actually enjoy that whiplash. There are quick sex scenes for when you just want a 2-minute stress relief, and longer dates where you build some tension before ruining her makeup. The game throws in fetishes pretty casually, like, “Oh, you clicked this girl again? Guess we’re doing anal now” and doesn’t over-explain anything. It trusts that if you’re on an adult site and recognize half these characters, you already know what you’re here for. One tiny thing that annoyed me: sometimes dialog sounds like it was translated twice through Google, then drunk-edited, but honestly I still liked that more than fake polished porn writing that nobody talks like.

The multiverse teleport tech is a cool excuse for why everyone is in one place, but the real fun is when you start mentally mixing “lore” from different shows while you’re mid-thrust. I was fucking a certain very proud, very stacked demon girl while thinking “if her boss from that other universe walked in right now, he’d probably applaud.” Then I switched to a sweet healer-type girl and went from rough choking and hair pulling to soft missionary and kissing like some kind of emotional whiplash speedrun. The game doesn’t punish you for jumping from girl to girl; it almost encourages it, like “you liked that dommy mommy? Nice, go cuddle the awkward schoolgirl now, coward.” It’s not trying to be classy, and I appreciate that a lot. Sex here can be romantic, sure, but it can also be just sloppy blowjob in a side room while other clients are busy in the back. I kinda wish there were more scenes where the girls interact with each other and not only with you, like full-on group sessions that acknowledge relationships between them, but at the same time I like the feeling that I’m sneaking from room to room, collecting different bodies and personalities like a horny little goblin. The whole thing feels like a guilty browser tab you forget to close, which is exactly how this kind of game should feel.

It’s a weird kind of wrong that feels almost too confident about itself. The game just throws you right into this hotel-room-styled tension between Ben and Gwen, like there’s no excuse, no build-up, just quiet breathing and the kind of slow curiosity that only gets worse the more you watch. The control scheme is barely there - you think you’re just clicking around to peek, but then you’re moving hands and lips like you’re trying to pass off an accident as an experiment. The pacing makes it feel like time stretches sideways. There’s that one moment where Gwen turns, half-asleep, and it’s not clear if she knows what’s happening, and you catch yourself leaning closer like a total creep. God help me, I think that’s intentional.

Half the time the audio feels too loud, but maybe that’s the point - it’s not polished, like it’s meant to break the “cartoon world” with uncomfortable realism. The blowjob scene looks like it was stitched together by someone who didn’t care about pretty, just raw motion, the way her throat tightens around him while he mutters things that sound more like apologies than dirty talk. And then when you switch to doggystyle, yeah it’s cliché, but the way the lighting flickers - it’s distracting as hell and, weirdly, kind of hypnotic. The game’s rhythm keeps screwing with you: it slows down on the heavy stuff like missionary creampie and then speeds up when you least expect, like the code itself is embarrassed about what it’s showing. I got annoyed at that. Then again, maybe that’s why I didn’t stop.

You can tell whoever made this knew exactly what nostalgia they were playing with, too. There’s this sick mix of childhood memory and adult hunger that no one wants to admit enjoying. Kind of like watching something too close to a secret. The handjob bit feels almost shy, then the facial lands out of nowhere, breaking the build-up in the most abrupt, stupidly real way. I hate that it worked. I hate that my mouse hand twitched even after the final loop restarted. If that’s not the most human reaction, I don’t know what is.

Can’t lie, I clicked expecting another copy-paste anime mashup with the usual stiff models and dead-eyed moans, but this one hits different. There’s a sadness under all that skin, like someone coded their fantasies too carefully, you know? I found myself staring at Raven’s face - Batman’s Raven - and thinking, “she shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” while still dragging her into position anyway. Unreal how fast guilt turns into hunger when the animation breathes just right. And maybe it’s because of the Illusion engine doing its sneaky physics thing, or maybe because the transitions are almost clumsy, like real people fumbling with clothes and patience. It’s messy, which makes it hot.

The scenes jump from universes without pretending to make sense. One second I’m in some broken-down Capsule Corp lab, Bulma smirking like she *planned* to get caught; next, Yoruichi’s toes press against my chest, laughing, telling me to look up. I did. Of course I did. The voyeur mode feels wrong in the best possible way - it doesn’t even give you fake morality options, just lets you watch. But then again, maybe that’s lazy design. Or genius. Hard to tell when your brain’s half-melted. The weird part? The sound mix changes depending on position, so D.Va sounds distant if she turns away. I swear no one ever gets audio that intimate, not even those overpriced VR patches on Steam.

Anyway, I could say it’s perfect, but I won’t. Some things twitch too mechanically - the faces sometimes freeze mid-expression, like they remember they’re code. Yet that’s also the charm. You see the seams, and you keep touching them. Like rubbing a wound for pleasure. Half the cast shouldn’t exist in the same space - Orihime beside Tifa beside Samus - but here they crowd my screen like they’ve been waiting forever. Maybe that’s why it works: it’s absurd, obscene, familiar, and somehow lonelier than expected. I closed the browser and immediately reopened it. Couldn’t help it.

Katara fans are probably already side‑eyeing this thing, so let me just say it straight: this is not subtle, not deep, and not even pretending to be a romantic slow burn. It’s basically a focused little shrine to “what if Katara stopped lecturing Aang about responsibility and just got railed senseless instead.” The game puts her front and center, all curves and brown hair and quiet, pissed‑off dignity that slowly melts into sheer, helpless need. It feels weirdly intimate at first, almost like you’re poking at a character who doesn’t want to admit she’s getting turned on, and then suddenly she’s moaning when you slide fingers across her tight little pussy and you’re like, yeah, alright, the show never went here but my brain definitely did.

What I like is how the pacing is actually in your hands. You don’t just jump instantly into pounding. You tap through those options up in the corner, testing what makes her squirm more. She reacts when you tease, and if you stick with fingering her first instead of smashing the fuck button like a caveman, the payoff is better. Her thighs start to tremble, face flushed, eyes kind of glossy, that “I hate that I’m enjoying this” look that is pure fan‑fiction fuel. You can focus on her ass, slide your fingers between her cheeks and watch her try to keep her composure, or stay on her pussy and make her drip before going further. And when you finally push inside, you get that tight, almost unfairly tight feeling, like the game is trying to say “yes, this is the first time she gets absolutely stuffed like this.” It’s not soft either: once you crank it up, the fucking turns into this fast, wet rhythm, breasts bouncing, her hair all messy, while she takes it in pussy or ass and you just keep going until you pour a load in her or across her face.

There is this one thing that annoyed me: the little UI elements in the corner feel kind of floaty, almost like a half‑finished prototype from some old Flash archive that never got fully polished. It works, but it looks cheap in a way that clashes with how horny the rest of the game is. Still, you shrug and keep clicking because when you angle into anal and watch her expression shift from shock to that broken, needy acceptance, your brain stops caring about UX design. Creampie is handled in the most crude way possible; you slam hard, she clenches, and then you pump her full, white dripping out of her stretched hole while she pants. Or you pull out and shoot across her face, cum streaking her cheeks and hair, eyes half‑closed like she’s somewhere between shame and bliss. It’s not complex, it’s not pretending to be a full “Avatar” parody with bending mechanics or clever jokes. It’s literally just you, Katara, and a menu of ways to make her go from “annoyed water tribe girl” to “exhausted, stuffed, and dripping from both pussy and butt,” and honestly, for a filthy little browser thing, that’s exactly the kind of disrespectful energy my libido was hoping for.