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.

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.

This one feels like somebody mashed a horny New Year party, a half broken fitness app, and a weird monster-girl dating sim together, forgot to clean it up, then quietly pushed it online. In a good way. Mostly. You start as this muscle obsessed dude hanging around a gym that has no right to be this full of monster girls with big soft everything. The dev calls it a “special episode” and it really does feel like that. Not a full new game, more like that one extra Christmas OVA that nobody asked for but everybody secretly watches twice. You already know the rhythm: male protagonist, training, flirting, bad decisions. Except here the gym is dressed up for Xmas and New Year at the same time, fairy lights over squat racks, mistletoe near the punching bags, huge fluffy tails brushing past weight benches while you try not to stare at bouncing tits. You fail.

What surprised me was how much of it is just… wandering. Not boring wandering, more like messy sandbox energy. You move around the gym, locker rooms, some side rooms that look more like fantasy tavern than sport center. Talk, pick scenes, poke at stuff. Sometimes you get romance vibes, sometimes it is just straight up “shut up and fuck me against the leg press” energy. The 2D art is classic horny-cg style, but the girls have that “I’m a monster but still soft and warm and extremely huggable” thing. Big asses, big tits, big ears, sometimes horns, sometimes fur on places where clothes ride up when they really should not. There is this one dinner event that should be simple, just New Year dinner with one of the girls, and the game absolutely refuses to let it be wholesome. Candlelight, muscles in tight shirt, huge boob window across the table, tail sneaking around your legs like it has its own kinks. You get dialog choices that pretend to be romantic, but both results still end with you getting dragged somewhere more private. I complained to myself about a typo in one of the lines and then completely forgot because the next cg had her thighs wrapped around my face. Priorities are weird.

What makes it feel slightly cursed in a charming way is how the “sport” and “gym” part never fully disappears, even when things get really filthy. You are getting a blowjob in the shower, and in the background there is still a poster explaining correct squat form. One furry muscle girl makes you “spot” her while she benches, except the spotting is just an excuse to watch her pecs and tits press up, sweat running between them, then she catches you looking and it snaps into a sex scene that escalates faster than a horny Discord server. It pretends to be a bit of rpg too, with some light choices and stats popping here and there, but it feels more like flavor than a real system. Honestly I wish the AI cg stuff reacted more to your choices, but it just will not. You get what you get: buff dude, thick monster girls, festive lights, ridiculous romance, and sex everywhere from equipment room to half finished New Year stage with broken fairy lights. I was going to say the opening scene sets expectations perfectly, then I remembered it just throws you in front of a sweaty lamia girl in a sports bra with zero context and somehow that is even better. Not elegant, not clean, just horny fantasy gym energy turned into a holiday episode that smells like cheap tinsel and sex.

You wake up broke, horny, and with a brain like a wiped phone, and somehow that’s the perfect résumé for the sleaziest nightclub this city has. The game dumps you into that mess without long bullshit intro, just this guy who remembers nothing, needs money fast, and ends up in a place where the animatronic “mascots” look like they escaped from a horny FNAF fanart subreddit. You’re not chasing jumpscares, you’re chasing tips, orgasms, and any hint of who you were before all this, while trying not to get eaten alive by girls who have way too much ass and way too little shame. The whole thing feels like someone mashed a scuffed RPG with late‑night horny brain, then added a “what if Freddy’s but everyone wants to fuck you” filter.

It plays out like this weird sandbox where you clock in at the club, wander around, mess with the girls, take small jobs, and decide how far your dignity goes. Sometimes you’re in this quiet scene, just talking and teasing, stuff like one of the furry animatronic girls leaning over you with a fake innocent smile, brushing your crotch with her tail while pretending it’s an accident. Then suddenly you’re getting a titfuck behind the stage curtains because you picked the “wrong” dialog option and apparently she liked that. The lesbian tension between some of the girls is great too, there’s this moment where you walk in on two of them fooling around with a toy, one of them with full ahegao face, tongue out, completely gone, and you can either just watch like a creep from the shadows or get pulled into the mess. It’s not just “click sex scene, fap, next”. Sometimes you’re stuck doing boring little tasks for cash, like cleaning up the booth while your boss keeps hinting she knows more about your past than she should, and you’re just sitting there thinking “yeah yeah, but can I get back to the blowjob scene with the bunny girl or what”. And then when it finally hits, it’s intense: sloppy oral, handjobs where they jerk you just a bit too slow on purpose to tease you, vaginal sex on the couch with her huge tits bouncing in your face while she keeps whispering you look familiar, which is kind of hot and creepy at the same time.

The tone is all over the place, in a good way and also not. One moment it’s goofy parody of FNAF, with horny versions of familiar characters making fun of the whole “security guard survives the night” thing, next moment it’s an actual story about a guy trying to figure out why his body remembers how to fuck like a champ but his head is just static. There’s this scene where you’re checking cameras in a cheap knockoff security room, expecting a jumpscare, and instead you catch one of the animatronic girls on screen slowly sliding a sex toy into herself, staring dead into the camera like she knows you’re watching. It’s hot, sure, but also makes you feel like she’s the one playing you. The mobile side is decent too, it runs on phone while you’re half‑scrolling Telegram, half getting a handjob in‑game, which feels wrong in a very good way. Some stuff is janky, like text sometimes sounds like it was translated twice through Google, menus feel a bit clunky, and scenes can be uneven. You get this amazing teasing build‑up with big tits in your face, tongue play, grinding, then next route is just “hey, wanna fuck?” and boom, straight to penetration. But even when it stumbles, it has this unpolished charm, like watching a horny indie dev pour all his kinks into one place and not even pretending to be classy. It’s messy, it’s lewd, it’s weirdly cozy, and by the time the animatronic fox is riding you on a table in the closed club while moaning your name like she’s known you forever, you kind of forget you were supposed to care about the missing memories at all.