House full of ghosts, but they all look like skinny pretty boys in thigh highs and skirts. That’s the vibe here. You move into this creaky old place after your dad dies, with that weird heavy silence in the walls, and instead of dust and spiders you get these tiny smooth femboys showing up in your room, your shower, your bed, your head. They’re not transparent, they’re not “woo spooky”, they sit on your lap, breathe on your neck, grind on you, but everybody else just walks through them like air. So you’re having this soft yaoi daydream, dick hard, while the neighbor talks about plumbing, and this little crossdressing brat is licking your ear and calling you “onii-chan” even though you’re not related at all and also he’s legally an adult, calm down. The game sort of leans into that mental question: are you losing it, or is this a very specific kind of gay blessing that only you get. And it doesn’t answer. It just smiles at you with another pair of glossy lips and asks if you want to kiss him or make him choke on it.

What I liked is how it swings between horny and kind of sad without warning. One second you’re picking a dialogue option about whether you want to pull his panties aside or make him keep them on while you push inside, the next second he’s asking if you’re scared to end up alone like your dad. The writing is weird, like the dev’s first language was feelings and porn, and English somewhere after that. Some jokes hit, some lines feel like Tumblr from ten years ago glued to Pornhub comments, but it sort of fits. The boys are all petite, flat chests, soft tummies, smooth thighs, and yeah you can tell the art is AI if you stare too long at hands or backgrounds, but honestly I was zooming in on the bulges and the way the skirts ride up when they sit wrong on your face. There’s this one scene on the stairs where your foot clips inside the step a bit, and it drove me insane, like, why that specific angle, why that tiny glitch, I kept thinking about it during a blowjob scene for no reason. Dialog choices actually do matter a little, you can be gentle or trashy, “are you okay?” or “open wider”, and they react in these small ways, shy smile, needy whine, a little blush when you call them “good boy”. Sometimes the pacing drags with too much inner monologue about grief, and then suddenly a petite femboy is riding you raw in your dead dad’s bedroom and moaning your name like it’s a blessing. The whole thing feels like someone’s horny therapy session turned into a visual novel, sloppy at the edges, kind of broken, sometimes really sweet, sometimes just filthy, like when the quiet one sits on your face and pretends you’re not there, “since I’m only in your mind anyway”, while your character is literally gasping into his damp panties. It’s romantic, but also not, but also yes. I don’t know. I clicked every lewd option I could and still felt weirdly soft in the chest after the last route, like I’d just masturbated to my own loneliness in cute thigh highs. In a good way, or maybe not.

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.

Whole vibe here is like someone mashed a sci‑fi VN, horny college comedy and weird timeline conspiracy thread from Reddit, then just left in all the rough edges. You’re this guy starting at an uni that looks normal on the surface, but history’s literally missing chunks, teachers act like some parts of the past never existed, and you’re juggling “save the world” with “try not to nut in 10 seconds when the busty redhead MILF lab assistant bends over the desk”. It’s not subtle. One scene you’re in a serious talk about erased memories and global crisis, next scene you’re getting a slow, teasing handjob in a cramped storage room while trying to keep quiet because there’s a lecture going on outside the door. The game just swerves like that. It felt messy in a good way. And sometimes in a stupid way. But kind of charming stupid.

Sex stuff lands harder because it keeps using the school setting instead of forgetting it after the intro. Uniform skirts hitched up over desks, a schoolgirl outfit that’s clearly two sizes too small, and that moment when you realize the “strict officer from the security department” also wears a perfectly clean university badge, then she closes the blinds and suddenly your “discipline meeting” becomes her sitting on your lap, grinding on your cock through your pants, whispering in your ear about how bad boys need to be “re-educated”. She looks about as “milf” as a porn thumbnail, ridiculous huge tits smushed against your face while she titfucks you, saliva and lube all over, and the MC just trying to keep it together. I say “trying”, but he’s a disaster. In one scene he walks into a lab to investigate some anomaly, finds a voyeur cam feed accidentally still on, and instead of freaking out, he just starts stroking to a live view of a classmate on her bed, toys out, full ahegao face when she cums. Which is horrible. And also hot. And also kind of funny, because he gets caught mid‑jerk by another girl, and that spins into awkward oral under a lab table with her telling him, “You’re disgusting… don’t stop.” Whole thing has this unpolished, horny brain energy like a guy switching tabs between Pornhub and some obscure sci‑fi forum.

The 3D style is a bit cursed sometimes, and I mean that lovingly. Boobs in this game have gravity that does not exist in our universe, like they’re trying to escape into orbit, but then there’s this scene on the dorm rooftop at night where the lighting hits just right, girl in half‑undone uniform shirt, nipples poking through the fabric, she slowly drops to her knees and gives you this sloppy, messy blowjob while pretending she’s just “testing your reactions” for a research project. That part looks way better than it has any right to. Then another time, in the library, the lips look off and you barely notice because she’s drooling all over your shaft, choking a bit, pulling away with strands of spit hanging, eyes glazed in full ahegao while you grab her head and she pushes your cock between her tits for a wet titfuck, licking the tip each time it pops up. Creampies are everywhere too: bent over classroom desk, skirt pushed up, you pounding from behind, her moaning into her own sleeve so nobody hears while you fill her up and she just keeps pushing back, cum leaking down her thighs after. And if you want to milk every spicy second, don’t skip through the “talky” parts too fast: half the fun is teasing a character over multiple scenes till she finally snaps, throws you against a door and says, “Fine, you win,” before climbing on and riding you raw, big tits bouncing in your face while the whole world crisis bullshit can wait for one more orgasm.

Stormbound Hotel feels like someone mashed together a horny ghost story, a dating sim, and that awkward moment when Pornhub auto-plays a video you didn’t exactly search for but you keep watching anyway. You’re the poor bastard who runs this weird, isolated hotel, basically a pretty boy receptionist who accidentally signed a contract with... whatever the hell that thing in the background is. It comments on you, on the girls, on your choices, like a shitty Twitch chat that can read your thoughts. The place looks fancy at first glance, but it has this “you’re not going anywhere” vibe. Doors feel more like rules than furniture. Guests show up, storms hit, secrets drip out slowly, like cum on the floor you forgot to clean. You're supposed to be a gracious host, but the whole building is basically one big voyeur nest, watching everything, quietly jerking off to social tension.

Sara is the first real test. She walks in like a normal guest, soaked from the rain, kind of nervous, kind of curious. Nothing too wild at the start: you offer towels, small talk, that polite flirting where you’re both pretending it’s just normal hospitality, while the camera keeps hanging on her chest and legs longer than it should. She’s got those big soft tits that the game clearly loves to show, clothes clinging when wet, little hints of nipples, this teasing rhythm where you’re not sure if you imagined it. Scenes start tame: a hand “accidentally” brushing her thigh, a joke that’s almost too sexual, her catching you glancing at her boobs through the hotel uniform. Then you get those choice points where the whole vibe shifts. You lean in too fast, she shuts down. Play it slow, she opens up. It’s not subtle exactly, but it feels like the game actually wants you to read her mood, not just mash the horny option. When she touches herself in that lonely room and you watch from the shadows, it’s hot, but also kinda fucked up how normal your character treats spying on a guest masturbating. I liked it. I hated that I liked it. Then I liked that I hated it.

At some point the game starts slipping in more explicit stuff: messy blowjobs where you see her struggle for breath a bit, handjobs where her fingers glide with this lazy, intimate pace, footjobs that come out of nowhere like “oh, we’re doing that now, okay.” The camera loves her feet almost as much as her tits, focusing on toes curling when she gets close, or her sole pressing on your cock while she gives you this half-innocent, half-knowing smile. There’s a scene where she tries a toy in the bathroom, the kind of thing that looks like she brought it “just in case” but the hotel is clearly egging her on. Wet sounds, little gasps, mirror shots, the usual, but the fun part is that you know she thinks she’s alone while the hotel is basically watching every move. It sometimes cuts just before you expect explicit penetration, then later throws a full-on vaginal scene in a place that feels almost too public, with doors not quite closed and the constant risk someone sees you. The sex itself is straightforward: big boobs bouncing, mouth wrapped around you, your hand on her hair, her legs spread on the bed or couch, her bare feet rubbing you until you twitch. It’s not reinventing porn or something, but the whole hotel setup, with this creepy spectator voice and you as this half-trapped, half-lucky host, gives it this strange flavor of erotic pressure. It’s romance, sure, in a broken way. The kind of romance where someone falls in love with the person who keeps watching them when they think they’re alone, and the game pretends that’s almost sweet.