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.

Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

I didn’t expect to laugh this much while, you know, also being wildly turned on. *Furry Bang Town* sounds like some cheap meme bait, but halfway through the first date scene with that smug wolf barista (he keeps pretending he’s bored while his tail literally wags), I realized this game knows exactly what it’s doing. There’s this weird mix of parody and genuine horniness - it flirts with irony but still goes all in when things get wet. The humor hits that awkward space where you don’t know if you’re supposed to cringe or moan. And the writing? Kind of broken in places, but in a way that feels like someone poured their kinks into Google Translate and said, “good enough.” It works. Too well maybe.

I keep thinking about Judy - not the movie one, but the version here who’s somehow both a cop and a futa stripper on weekends. Her route wrecked me; she teases like she’s reading your mind, then there’s this beach scene where she just drops the uniform and starts talking about “justice” while grinding against your thigh. It’s ridiculous. I almost closed the tab, but the sound design pulled me back - heavy breathing layered with seagulls and waves, absurdly effective. Then suddenly, boom, Pokémon crossover out of nowhere. A Lucario bartender offering “protein shots.” I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was already clicking through dialogue faster than I’d like to admit.

The public use scenes are messy in every sense - crowded cafe bathrooms, fur everywhere, people pretending not to watch. It’s filthy, kind of funny, and weirdly intimate. I hated that it made me feel something beyond just arousal. Also, the ending just stops mid-sentence, like the dev gave up or came too early. Still, I can’t stop thinking about that line where the pony character whispers, “You smell like story.” What does that even mean? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. I’m probably overthinking it, but whatever - this game got under my skin in ways it really shouldn’t have.

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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.

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You wake up as this so-called “scientist” in a lab that feels more like a horny underground bunker than anything from real science. Outside, the world is going to shit because humans are freaking out over furries, anti-furry mobs hunting them like they’re monsters, and you just decide, yeah, I’ll make my lab a shelter. Not out of kindness, of course. You take them in, Nicole, Diane, random fox girls with tits bigger than their moral compass, Amy Rose walking in like she owns the place, and every single one arrives with some excuse and some trauma. You nod, pretend to be the serious researcher, and then the “tests” start. It feels very wrong in the right way. You watch them through cameras, through glass, pretending you’re checking their vitals while you zoom in on tits bouncing when they masturbate because they think nobody’s looking. Half the interface is just you picking where to look, where to put them, what to make them wear, and I keep thinking “why the fuck is the font so small on these menus” while at the same time, my dick is doing happy jumps. Priorities, right.

Then there is that weird paranoia mechanic with anti-furries sneaking in with “realistic” fursuits, trying to pass as the real thing. It actually makes you look at bodies more carefully, which is kinda hot and kinda creepy. You’re judging every curve, every tail, every ear twitch, wondering if she’s a real fox girl with soft fur and big ass ready to take a creampie, or some asshole in a suit waiting to stab your guests. One scene stuck in my head: Nicole in the shower room, steam covering most of her, only outline of those huge tits and ass visible, and suddenly a small UI popup appears right on her thigh, blocking the exact spot you want to see. Like, who designed that placement? Who hurt you? You also get oral scenes where your choices earlier decide if she does it willingly, shy and playful, or after you pushed her into more rough male domination stuff, like hand on her head, drool all over your cock, her eyes looking up in that “I’m pretending to hate it” way. It makes everything very personal, but sometimes the game then dumps a chunky text box in the middle of the blowjob like a boring visual novel, and I just want a simple toggle in options to hide that trash.

Accessibility wise, yeah, this thing needs work. No separate text scaling, no colorblind consideration, tiny checkboxes that look like they’ve been drawn by SCP‑1471 in a hangover mood. You can’t rebind half the keys, and for someone like me who plays one-handed more often than not, that’s annoying as hell. There is an exhibitionism angle where you purposely send your furry girl out into semi-open corridors, cameras everywhere, other characters walking by pretending not to stare while she “tests” a toy on a bench, legs spread, pussy dripping, and the game actually plays with voyeurism quite nicely. You stand in the control room, watching multiple screens, swapping between a fox girl giving you a lazy handjob on your lap and another character being sexually harassed in a corridor by an anti-furry who slipped through. Part of me wants better UI contrast, bigger subtitles, proper audio sliders that don’t hide in some random submenu. Part of me doesn’t care at all when Diane is on her knees, lipstick ruined, your cum leaking from her mouth after a forced deepthroat, while alarms flash in the background about a security breach you never check because, well, porn. The dystopian war outside becomes just noise, a kind of excuse so you can keep dragging scared but horny furries into “safe” rooms and use them however you marked them in your logbook. I still hate that little notification sound it makes every single time a new event pops up, though. Never found the toggle for that. Still bothers me.

I’m not gonna lie, the first ten minutes of this so-called “slime forest adventure” had me thinking it was going to be another lazy pixel jiggle-fest. Then Lulu showed up - yeah, the succubus with that annoying half-smirk that looks like she’s about to insult you and kiss you in the same breath - and suddenly I stopped clicking just to grind stats. Her voice lines are soft in one moment, razor-edged the next. It’s weirdly human how she teases right after battle, like she knows you’re doing badly on purpose just to hear her talk dirty again. And I swear, the way the slime enemies wobble before they pounce? Too much animation detail there, makes you wonder if the dev accidentally coded in love. Or obsession. Both, maybe.

The combat isn’t hard, except when it is. One turn she’s rewarding you with a lazy hand motion that makes your health bar flicker, the next she’s draining your mana with a wet laugh that somehow feels heavier than the soundtrack. You keep collecting these weird trinkets - slime cores, silk strands, whatever - and they hint at crafting, but I can’t tell if it’s for equipment or foreplay setups. It’s not explained, which drives me insane and also kind of keeps me. There’s this camp mechanic, and the “rest” option turns into a slow tease with Lulu talking about freedom and ownership like she’s reading your private thoughts. Then she bites your neck. The game pretends to be about exploration, but every map just leads to her again, like the world’s folding around her thighs on purpose.

I still think the censored bits ruin some rhythm. You don’t need to show everything, but don’t flash white screens like it’s 1998 hentai VHS, come on. But maybe that’s the charm - it’s half-lust, half-fable, like somebody coded their diary into a turn-based RPG after too many nights alone. I wanted more enemies, less slime. Or more slime, less shame. Don’t know anymore.

You wake up in this “clinic” that looks less like a hospital and more like some rich asshole’s idea of rehab, and right away you feel something’s off. They keep calling you “patient” and acting like you volunteered, but the main guy literally says your sponsor signed you in because you “couldn’t handle yourself.” Which is bullshit, by the way. First thing that hits you is how quiet everything is. No TV in your room, no phone, no Discord, nothing, just white walls and a schedule you never asked for. Then she walks in: your counselor. Fake warm smile, soft voice, tight blouse, older than you but not old, definitely knows how her body looks when she leans over the desk. She talks like she cares about your “recovery,” but every question feels like she already decided the answer and just waits for you to say it wrong so she can “correct” you. You think it’s just another boring VN at first, like yeah yeah, talk about your problems, pick the good little boy dialogue. Then she slides this “reflection form” over, with options that are basically “admit you’re broken” or “prove you need more treatment,” and you realize the game’s not letting you be neutral. Everything you say gets twisted. You tell her you’re fine and she smiles, writes something on her tablet, and boom: next session your clothing options in the wardrobe suddenly changed.

That wardrobe thing pissed me off more than it should. First day you’ve got your normal clothes: hoodie, jeans, basic stuff. Then after she “adjusts your therapy plan,” the casual wear menu has these softer tops, smaller sizes, things that look like they’d cling in the wrong places. And the game doesn’t scream “HEY LOOK YOU’RE CHANGING,” it just quietly replaces the old shit. You only notice because you try to put on the hoodie again and it’s just gone. I spent way too long clicking around that stupid closet, expecting it to pop back up if I backed out, like it was a bug, but no, this is on purpose. Same thing with the “mindfulness exercises.” At the start it’s boring breathing stuff, then suddenly the audio script has you “imagining your body becoming smoother, lighter, softer” like it’s some harmless relaxation tape. After you listen a couple times, your reflection in the bathroom mirror looks a tiny bit different, but nobody comments, not even the MC, which somehow makes it creepier. And the counselor acts like all this is perfectly normal. She starts calling you by these pet names, praises you when you pick the submissive options, and when you push back she doesn’t punish you directly, she just “recommends additional medication.” You wake up after “group therapy” and your voice lines read a little more shy, more unsure, like the game itself is rewriting how you talk. The older women in charge clearly enjoy watching you squirm, especially when they walk you through “behavioural practice” that is just code for them making you perform in front of them, and you can tell the whole place is basically one big machine meant to take a messed up dude and turn him into exactly what they want. The wild part is you start catching yourself choosing the more humiliating answers on purpose, just to see how far they’ll push you, then pretending you hate it, while still clicking “continue” like an idiot.